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Fire & Ice

By: passionpdx



She had just returned from the bathtub, where they had both taken the opportunity to clean up a little and to prepare for what she had requested, an evening full of oral pleasure. She soaked in the bubble bath for a while allowing her imagination to run wild while he prepared his goodies for their evening.

They were in a hotel room. While some can be plain and cold, he had gone through the efforts to make sure this was not just an ordinary night in an ordinary room. The music was playing softly, the tune unfamiliar to her, but soft and romantic. The lighting was mellow and perfect, although she knew that this would be less important to her in a little while. 

The room was a suite, which had a kitchen area and a separate seating area. It was here that she heard him prepare. She had no idea what surprises he had in store. He had promised that if anything was too much for her, all she had to do was ask him to stop and he would stop. She knew that he was here to please her and she trusted him. Besides, she had had some experiences that others might find painful that she either found outright pleasing or only slightly uncomfortable. 

She had gone through some preparations for him as well. While she had not shaved her pussy before their being together, she decided to do it for just this occasion. She had wanted to be able to enjoy everything and feel everything. While he prepared the room, she prepared herself for him, trimming and shaving herself bare. She felt different, yet it felt liberating as she lay in the tub.

Before, she could even get up to dry off, he was standing there with a towel in hand. She was surprised as he took the towel and began drying her off. Gently, drying her, starting with her hair and working his way down to her toes. She was sure that he had noticed that she was shaved clean where her love nest was before. She knew that he also noticed that even as he wiped her dry there, she quickly got wet again. She looked at him and he only smiled. 

He led her out of the bathroom and shut off the bathroom light as they left both wrapped in towels. Neither of them heard the last of the water go down the drain as the soft music filled the room and her mind. While the bath was intended to relax her, her heart was beating fast now. He had confessed to being very oral in his approach to pleasing a woman. He also had mentioned that there is so much more that can enhance this fun to include food, ice and toys. She admitted to him that this sounded exciting and with this the night began to formulate into reality as she got wet just thinking about it.

It was her idea to bring one of her toys from home and a blindfold. She had read that by reducing the stimulation of any of ones senses, the others become more sensitive. She had used a blindfold before when making love, but this seemed to hold much more potential than just a night of love making. She wanted to feel everything that he was to do.

He led her to the bed where they spent a few minutes embracing and kissing, passionately and deeply. This felt so comforting and relaxing, yet her heart continued to race and her loins continued to ache, already soaking wet. She knew he could smell the lust as the sweet smell of her love juices filled the room. She could feel his chest against hers and wanted him to make love to her right now and he hadn't even begun pleasing her. "Patience" she told herself. 

As their mouths finally broke free, he asked if she was ready to be ravished? She lied and said she was. Promising to cooperate with him, she leaned forward as he placed the scarf over her eyes. She was surprised as he again leaned toward her and gave her another full kiss before leaning her back onto the bed. He hadn't even done anything and she was already so hot and so wet. She asked herself how long she might last before she begged him to just take her. 

She laid there for what seemed like an eternity feeling nothing to the touch but feeling his eyes upon her. Startled, she suddenly felt his lips on her fingers. Slowly kissing, nibbling, licking and sucking her fingers before working up her arms to her shoulders and neck. Alternating between her neck and her earlobes. She felt another tingle, not down her back but between her legs. His mouth began to move ever so slowly away from her neck, opening her towel so that he could make his way down her chest. 

She couldn't tell if her was heaving or not. It felt as if it was bouncing up and down. Either way, he began to offer his oral attentions to her firm breasts and now hard nipples. As much as she wanted his hands all over her, she didn't feel them, only his surprisingly soft lips and hot mouth. "touch me, take me!" she thought to herself. A soft moan is all that he heard as she struggled to control her thoughts.

As his mouth moved over her stomach she waited in anticipation of his finding the fire between her legs. Her thighs tightened waiting for him to dive into her, but his mouth never made it to her sweet spot, rather attending to her toes. One toe at a time. Kissing, nibbling and sucking until finally making its way up her calf to her thigh. From here he could smell her and see her juices already flowing down the inside of her thigh. He lapped her and followed the flow to the source of the ambrosia.

Nestled between her legs, she let loose her first orgasm as his tongue teased her cleanly shaven clit. Twitching it with his tongue and sucking before allowing his tongue to dive into her. He could feel the temperature of her juices rise with each moment to almost a boiling point as he worked to send her to a new level of ecstasy. She wanted him in her so bad!

As her pulled his face from her lap, she heard him say "don't move! We've only just begun." She reluctantly listened to him as she could only feel his presence move away only to return a few seconds later. Her body stiffened as she felt the cool squirt of whipped cream spray on her, covering her nipples and spreading down her warm chest. His mouth began to again feast on her luscious tits, devouring everything that the whipped cream had covered. Even after the cream was long gone, he continued to nibble and lick.

Again he pulled away, this time almost immediately, she felt the next squirt between her legs. She didn't see him admire his artistry as he looked down and saw what might be viewed as a whipped cream bikini. Starting along her pelvis and working in he devoured the cream until he got to her cream. She loved the feel of his tongue all over her until she could tell he was almost done eating the bikini and began to again work on her lips and bury himself in her again. She loved the change from the cool of the whipped cream to the warmth of his tongue in her. 

Her mind was numb as she thought she felt him enter her. She was lost in another orgasm as she felt his firm hard cold member slide into her soaking wet passion pit. As her head cleared the wave of that orgasm, it hit her, how could he be so cold? It wasn't him, but it felt so good. Sooo good! 

The cold of this, this, this pleasure toy – whatever it was felt invigorating. Whatever it was, it felt great – firm, long and cold. It was then that she felt the cool whipped cream squirt around what ever it was that was in her. The whipped cream and her own love juices allowed him to slide this passion tool in and out of her until she rocked with its motion.

Suddenly, she could feel his mouth buried in her lap. Licking and lapping up every ounce of the ambrosia. She continued to feel this cold hard "toy" work her while he worked to clean her up. Or was it making her spill more of her juices? Disappointedly she felt the tormenter grow warmer and slightly softer, yet she still managed to reach another crashing orgasm. 

He felt her tremble as he moved his mouth firmly onto her lap, taking a bite out of the frozen banana, but not before using his mouth to push it into and out of her a few times. He continued to nibble away at the banana until nothing stood in the way of his hot tongue and her still cold lips. She felt the warmth of his tongue warm her as her ate her clean then pulling his face away.

She could hear herself call his name. Wanting him inside her where his tongue just was, she wanted his throbbing hot passion pole like she wanted nothing before. The tingle of the ice on her nipples shattered her mind and stopped her in her tracks, keeping her from begging aloud. He worked the ice, numbing her breast and nipples then warming them with the warmth of his mouth. Repeating this several times, each time she felt the heat between her legs build.

He reached around her back and rolled her over. She didn't hesitate, hoping that he was about to finally take her and mount her from behind. She seemed to feel that he could get so much deeper in her and she loved the feeling of his balls as they slapped against her. 

As she was about to burst again in expectation of what was about to finally happen, she felt something colder against her thigh. It was big and cold. Not to be fooled this time she knew it wasn't him as she had pleaded in her mind. This cold object seemed to zero in on her love hole sliding into her. It was soo cold and so thick. This was not only numbing on her wet, hot hole, but was numbing to her brain. 

The only thing her mind could tell right now was that he somehow was under her, his tongue now cold from this frozen delicacy that was in her, teasing her with this, this new toy. As the frozen Bomb Pop Popsicle disappeared in and out of her, he enjoyed the new mix of these fruit juices and the sweetness of her juices. As the Bomb Pop melted, he allowed his tongue to work harder first catching every drop and then warming her and filling the void that the melted dessert could not fill any longer.

As she gushed her juices on his lips in orgasm. She felt something still, hard and warm enter her lust spot. The warmth triggering a new level of passion in her. This feeling was one that was not unfamiliar. She new this feeling. This was the rock hard cock she wanted. But how could it be his, she still felt his lips and tongue under her as he nibbled on her thigh. Was there someone else in the room? How could that be? He hadn't moved away from her. She hadn't heard the door, not that she could say she was fully coherent anyway through this. 

She knew what she felt and she knew it was what she needed right now. As this love tool made its way deeper into her, she felt him move out from under her. The rhythm of the stroke grew faster and deeper. She felt his hands roll her over onto her back. How could this be? What kind of flexibility did this person have to stay in her and keep stroking her? It didn't matter as her brain felt the wave of another orgasm take her over. As her back arched, suddenly, her blindfold was off her eyes. Not wanting to break the moment, she stayed where she was, lost with this magic wand in her until finally she looked down. Imagine her shock as noticed that it was not another man, but her own love toy. Her orifice assistant as she liked to call it or her purple passion tool.

This time words burst from her brain and her mouth as she almost screamed "no more fire and ice, I want you."

Fire & Ice



The sun was warm against their skin, in contrast to the icy air, as they entered the park. It was quiet there and the recent snowfall had been left undisturbed; a few footprints from birds and other wildlife were the only visible signs of life in the otherwise virgin and pristine white.

She was an attractive red-head with sparkling green eyes that danced with mischief, her full figure clad alluringly in a hunter green polar necked sweater that clung to all the right places, and accentuated her lovely eyes, teamed with moleskin pants that nestled against her firm calves and pert buttocks and a long leather jacket that hung down to the top of her mid-thigh boots. 

By her side walked a handsome man with eyes like sapphires of the rarest beauty and hair the colour of a raven's wing. He too was dressed casually in black denim pants and a pale cream fleece. The leather jacket he had on was a present from the Christmas before and he rarely went out without it.

They heard the children's high pitched squeals of delight in the playground on the other side of the park. Their cries and giggles as they frolicked in the snow, carrying on the cold air; Rachel looked up at Scott and smiled, knowing that he had heard the children too, knowing the thoughts that were crossing his mind as well as hers.

Giggling, she bent down and grabbed a handful of snow, packed it into a ball as she dance away from him and turning, she hurled the snow towards him. It hit him square in the chest with a dull thump. He looked down at the snow as it slipped off his jacket and then looked back at her: she knew that the challenge had been accepted. Grinning, he scooped up some more snow, formed a snowball and took aim at her hastily retreating back…

She skidded down behind a bush as she heard the snowball hit the ground where she had been seconds ago and, breathing hard, stifled another bout of giggles. 

"You missed!" she taunted, forming another snowball as she spoke. She risked a quick peek from her stronghold and looked around for Scott, but couldn't see him. She knelt in the snow and looked around again, then chanted "Come out, come out, wherever you are." under her breath. Rachel followed the direction of the footprints to the small fountain that gurgled softly and laughing quietly to herself, gathered her ammunition and stalked towards Scott's hideout.

About halfway across the distance to the fountain, Scott appeared over the edge of it and started to throw a barrage of snowballs at her, hitting her with a couple of them. Caught by surprise, Rachel slipped and sat heavily on the cold ground, laughing uncontrollably. Her chest ached as she pulled the cold air into her lungs and she coughed. Scott saw that she had dropped her snowballs and walked slowly towards her, as if wary of a surprise attack. 

Reaching Rachel's side Scott crouched next to her and brushed the snow from her hair. His eyes sparkled with mischief. Breathlessly she giggled "Guess you didn't miss me that time huh, sweetheart!" and brushed the snow off her coat, looking up at him from under her lashes. He stood and offered her his hand to help her up. She accepted it and slowly got to her feet. She smiled at him and wrapped a hand around his neck to pull him down so they could kiss.

Their lips met and she let her tongue slip out just enough to caress his cold skin teasingly. They closed their eyes and let the kiss deepen slowly, falling into each other. She ran her hand up his back seductively, and then before he could realise what she was going to do, deposited the handful of half melted snow she was concealing down his back and jumped away, triumph on her face. 

Rachel giggled at the shocked expression on his face as he tried to get his breath back that the icy touch of the snow had stolen from his lungs. She gulped at the new expression that crossed his features, a look of pure revenge; she backed away slowly, begging and pleading for a mercy she knew she didn't deserve and wasn't going to receive. 

The back of her knees hit a solid object and she looked behind her, hesitant to take her eyes from Scott. She noticed a small wall, and groaned softly knowing there was no escape now. Granted, she could probably climb the wall before he reached her, but that would have meant she had to expose her back to him, and she knew that would be a sure invitation for more snowballs.

Instead, she turned to face him - a defiant grin on her face. Her eyes danced with delight. Scott pulled his hand along the top of the wall as he pinned her in place and he gathered a good handful of snow. With an evil grin on his face, he pulled the neck of her jumper away from her skin and dropped the icy burden down her ample cleavage.

Gasping, Rachel tried to pull back but Scott held her firm and kissed her, pressing closer to her so that the snow was trapped against her skin. She squirmed as the snow melted and ran over her warm body and then returned his kiss. When he moved away, he noticed that the cold water had had a pleasant reaction on her nipples, as they now stood proud against the material of her sweater. Scott grinned and brushed his fingers lightly over their taut outline, and enjoyed the shiver that ran through Rachel's body, which had little to do with the chill in the air.

With Scott holding her shoulders firmly, they kissed again, with more urgency than before. She sagged slightly in his grasp as his fingers twisted possessively into her hair, holding her to him with a fierce tenderness. She sighed from deep within her throat and wrapped her arms around his waist and under his coat; her fingers massaged his back firmly. They broke the kiss and gazed longingly at each other for what felt like a lifetime. Freeing his fingers from her hair he caressed her cheek, and she closed her eyes to savour the sensations. 

Holding him close, Rachel rested her head on his chest to listen to the steady thumping of his heart. She took his hand, her voice and eyes full of desire and whispered "Come on, lets go back, I need warming up." Her voice was shaking slightly. Holding each other close they walked steadily away from the little fountain.

After the short walk back, filled with many kisses and longing looks, they were both trembling slightly as Scott turned the key in the lock. He stood to one side as he pushed the door open, inviting her in. As Rachel entered, she had to brush close to him, their clothes rustled against each other softly.

As they removed their coats, Scott kissed her tenderly, his eyes spoke of an enjoyable way to warm up. She nodded slightly, knowing that he would understand the unspoken question she had answered; drawing a ragged breath he took her hand and led her to the rug in front of the open fire.

They curled up together and watched the flames dance for a few seconds, knowing the flames inside their hearts burned brighter and harder. She leant back against him as he started to stroke her hair, the flames of the fire lending it a deeper colour as it's light shone and played over the logs. 

After a short while she turned to him and lightly stroked his face and leant to kiss him - softly to start with, but it didn't take long for the kiss to deepen, full of yearning. She shifted position without losing his lips and leaned closer and then started to run her fingers through his soft hair. Her fingers came to rest against the base of his neck, stroking firmly and communicating her growing need for him. 

A low moan escaped his lips, as he pulled her closer. He moved his attention down her throat, hot light kisses warmed her flesh. Scott slid his hands under her jumper and caressed the skin below, before he took her jumper firmly and pulled it over her back and head, breaking away from her kisses and caresses only long enough to remove the offending garment. The fire burned brightly behind her, the flames casting flickering patterns against her naked back.

He trailed little kisses across her bare shoulders and along her arms and then after kissing the palm of her hand, he teasingly pulled her finger into his mouth, and playfully nibbled the tip. She closed her eyes and tried to suppress a shiver; he took advantage of her closed eyes and lightly nibbled the inside of her wrist. Rachel gasped, and tried to pull her hand away, but he tightened his grip just enough to stop her from succeeding.

She tried a different tactic and leaned closer, reaching for his jumper, and pulled it from his body. He released her so that she could complete her task and as his jumper joined hers on the floor, she kissed his chest, her tongue running over his nipple. Rachel put her hands on his shoulders and gave a light push, which was just enough to force Scott flat on his back. She quickly straddled his hips and quite effectively pinned him in position. 

Rachel bent to kiss him, her hair falling to form a curtain of silk and fire around them; Scott wrapped his arms around her waist. He smiled and whispered "Now you can't escape." 

She nestled into his shoulder and murmured "Who said I wanted too!" They lay there together like that for a few moments enjoying the feel of warmed skin against their own. Rachel shifted her hips slightly and smiled as she felt and heard the reaction she had caused. She lifted her head to look deep into his eyes, loving the way it felt almost like she was drowning in their crystal depths. She moved again, more seductively this time. Another soft groan broke from him, and he slid his hands up her back and fumbled briefly with the catch of her bra.

Scott lifted her slightly, so that his lips could find her taut nipples, she shuddered as his electric touch coursed through her body. She felt a growing pressure against her hip and pulling away, she shuffled down to release his belt and undid his trousers. She knelt and slowly eased his garments over his hips and down behind her. She allowed herself a couple of seconds to drink in the sight of his aroused body and then ran her fingertips over his hip and along his thigh.

She undid the button on her trousers, his hungry, haunted eyes followed her every move and she then eased them down; moving first one leg then the other. Now all that separated their heated bodies was the tiny purple satin thong she was wearing…

Repositioning herself over his hips, Rachel closed her eyes as she settled over his firm flesh, the sensations delicious even with the satin blocking true contact. She reached for his hands and pressed them against her bare breasts, encouraging him to caress them. 

As he fondled them with tender hands she rocked her hips slightly, shifting the pressure along his length, causing it to jump slightly under her. 

Their breath came heavier now and Scott slid his hands over her belly, keeping contact with her smooth skin and as he reached her waist he tugged lightly at her thong, a silent plea to remove the last barrier between them. Instead she simply moved the material, darkened by the moisture from her hungry flesh to one side and lifted her hips, positioning herself to slip slowly over his throbbing shaft. 

They both shuddered and sighed as their flesh merged. Taking Rachel's hips, Scott started to rock her against him in a steady rhythm, their flesh slipped against each other and sending shockwaves through their bodies. His fingers twisted the material that now proved no barrier between them. 

Rachel leaned over him and slightly changed the angle by doing so, supporting herself on her arms, her heavy breasts swayed temptingly above him. He lifting his head and captured one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked and tugged gently at it as they moved together. She tried to pick up the pace slightly, but his hands stopped her from rushing the wonderful experience they shared. 

They lost all track of anything except the growing need for each other and after an immeasurable length of time, they began to shake. He released her nipple and pushed her harder onto him, filling her as deeply as possible as they gasped and panted. A few more strokes into the very depth of her soul and they cried out together, their bodies twitching as their muscles contracted. 

Rachel sank down onto Scott's chest, unable to support her own weight any longer. She was shaking and breathing hard – he, she noticed was in much the same state, his heart that had beat so steady a short while ago now beat rapidly, - he wrapped his arms loving around her and squeezed her tightly. They lay spent and content in each others arms, not speaking for there was no need - their bodies had said all that needed to be said. 

Slowly she started to drift to sleep. Scott shifted position, so that they were lying side by side. He stroked her back, and kissed the top of her head, smiling as she dozed and curled in tighter against him. The fire died to embers as they drifted into a gentle sleep, and the snow started to fall softly outside the window.



Fire and Ice



Chapter 1

Victoria uttered a curse, an uncharacteristic oath as she stared at the person on the street corner.

The heavy dampness inside and outside the car, the rain, and the fog on the windows, made it difficult for her to know if the figure huddled at the omnibus stop was male or female. Inside the motorcar, the wet was in her eyes, dammed up during another morning of sullen bickering with her husband, the tears spilling over now that she had dropped him off at the train station for his morning ride to London. Outside, it was raining again, the drizzle coming down through the gray overcast sky, the wetness in the trees lining the road, the rain whipped by a capricious wind. Victoria leaned forward, wiped at her eyes, and peered hard through the windscreen before she was certain the figure was indeed that of a young man, probably a student at the local university, and by that time she had driven past him.

Suddenly, she slowed the car and stopped completely. You're mad, she thought. No, she was not mad; she told herself she knew precisely what she was doing. She checked the rear window, then swung the car around and returned up the road.

She would offer that young man a ride, a maybe other things as well. Why shouldn't she? Her husband of ten years seemed to scarcely want her anymore. To Sebastian she was obviously flawed, either inside or out, and by offering herself to a stranger, she could at least discover if there were some glaring defect in her looks that was not revealed by the mirror.

Madness, she thought. But she would do it anyway.

Brenda, her worldly-wise friend, had said: "Darling, Sebastian is just going through a phase. He'll probably get over it, but in the meantime there is no reason for you to get all frustrated. Have yourself an affair, darling. There are scads of men out there who would love to be with you, and it would serve Sebastian right if you went out and found yourself a bit of fun. Pick out a perfect stranger -- they're the safest -- and just jump right into bed with him, and then never see him again. It will take the wrinkles out of your ego, not to mention taking the wrinkles out of your fanny."

Victoria thought it crude earthy advice, but fairly logical advice also. She was indeed becoming frustrated, and her feminine ego was badly damaged. An affair with a perfect stranger might be just what she needed. She had thought about it enough during the past few weeks, as the bickering with Sebastian had increased. She had pictured herself with suave, handsome men of the world, nude on a satin-covered bed, being made love to with passionate ardor, and while those images had provided her a measure of mental revenge for Sebastian's neglect, they had only served in the end to increase her frustration. Of course those perfect strange men were not available to her in Bromley. She did not know anyone like that. She was merely a suburban wife, and she hardly ever went to London like Brenda did. Brenda was divorced, and she had an active life in both London and in Bromley. Victoria told herself the perfect strangers of her dreams, if she ever found them in Bromley, would no doubt destroy what remained of her marriage. What she needed, then, was an imperfect stranger, someone young, the ideal male animal for a flirtation with a minimum of danger and a maximum of ego-bolstering reaction. A student. It would be a flirtation and nothing more. She could test herself at her worst with him -- her eyes red from weeping, no makeup, unalluringly dressed -- and in the unlikely event that he reacted too strongly, she could easily dissuade him. Madness, perhaps, but it was certainly in keeping with her present mood of marital rebellion, and it was not nearly as mad as picking up some man in a pub, as Brenda had been urging her to do.

The young man was still there on the bench when she passed him on the other side of the road. Now or never, Victoria thought. She could either impulsively flaunt herself before the hot eyes of this student, or she could gradually turn into a meek little mouse of a wife who lived only to cater to Sebastian Spence.

She braked the car, made a complete turn, then braked again at the curb near the bench where the student sat dripping in the rain. She swung the door open. She did not even look at herself in the mirror; she wanted to see her reflection in his eyes. And those eyes opened wide at her smiling invitation.

"Get in before you drown," she said. "I'll give you a ride to your college. Or wherever it is you're going."

His mouth fell open. He sat paralyzed for several moments, then fairly leaped into the car. He shut the door and continued gaping at her as he sat with his hands clasped in his lap.

Victoria started the car moving slowly.

"Were you waiting for the bus to the university?"

"Yes," he said.

He was young, barely more than twenty, she thought. Dear heavens. He was certainly safe -- and certainly interested. Or was he merely surprised that a tousled blonde in a quilted pink robe and blue pyjamas and slippers would stop for him?

"You oughtn't to be out in this rain," she said.

"My bicycle is in the repair shop."

"You still oughtn't to be in the rain like this."

She guessed him to be the studious type, and that was good and safe. He was good-looking enough, with long brown hair wet with rain, an open face without guile, neatly dressed in jeans and a shirt and a jacket, all of course thoroughly soaked and clinging to his body. Victoria glanced at his clasped hands, wondering about the extent of his interest in her. His cheeks turned pink as she looked at him, and he tore his gaze from her to look straight ahead through the sweeping wipers.

She shifted her arms and allowed her robe to fall open a bit. "Do you like the university?"

"Yes," he said.

As if programmed by a computer, his head slowly turned until he was looking at her again.

She flashed him a smile, saw his cheeks were almost crimson now. He was wringing his hands in his lap. His nervousness amused her, intrigued her. Her own nervousness was vanishing. Her little escapade was turning out to be far more fun than she had imagined it would be. She reached her right hand inside the opening of her robe, scratched at the soft swell of her breast, let him clearly see the conical bulge only thinly covered by ice-blue nylon. He went very pale now, bit his lower lip and turned to look out the side window.

Victoria said: "I just dropped my husband off at the station. That's why I'm driving around practically undressed. Now I'm headed for a boring, rainy day at the house on my own, when I can think of many other things I'd rather be doing. I suppose you're the same. I suppose sometimes there are things you would rather be doing than listening to lectures. Isn't that so?"

His head slowly swiveled back. He could only manage to nod now, but eloquently. His hands squirmed in his lap, and Victoria realized he was desperate to conceal his erection -- or perhaps he was massaging himself, surreptitiously masturbating right there in front of her. The idea amused her.

No, the poor boy was just frightened, completely unused to flirtations from an older woman. Victoria knew she ought to take pity on him and put an end to it, but she was having such a deliciously good time. She adroitly elbowed her robe still farther open, giving him a view of her stomach thinly veiled in shimmering blue.

She said: "Where would you rather be instead of in a lecture room? What would you like to be doing on a rainy day like this?"

"Sometimes I play billiards."

Victoria laughed, bending forward and back over the steering wheel, while he watched her breasts jiggle with a smile twitching at the corner of his mouth.

"This is a day for snuggling," she said. "A day for snuggling in front of a fire with a girl. And don't tell me a handsome chap like you doesn't have a girl."

"But I don't."

"Oh dear." Victoria made a pouting mouth, and she saw him lick his lips and fidget about on the leather seat. A virgin, she thought. He had to be a virgin.

It was only a short distance to the university now. She would tease the very devil out of him, then turn him out of the warmth of her car, out of the warmth of her smile, into the cold, cold rain. She might never see it, but she would be certain he had a burning erection before she gave him her last dazzling look of longing and left him to wander dizzily off to the loo to play with his stiff prick. She slipped the robe off her left leg, heard his intake of breath at the sight of her thigh, and then she had to brake the car as bells rang and gates came down and a slow cargo train came into view.

They were alone, no one about, no other motorcars. She suddenly realized it was a perfect opportunity for some heavier flirtation, or a good stopping place for the whole thing. Victoria asked herself what Brenda would do in this situation, how Brenda might have acted in the last months of her married life, and, in answer to the question, she turned off the ignition and moved her body.

Her left arm went to the backrest of the front seat, her right to the steering wheel. She slid her left leg up on the seat until her knee was against the backrest, until her robe was wide open, and so were her legs.

The boy gaped at her, looked all around him in nervousness. Victoria was certain he was rubbing himself with the heel of his hand as he looked at her once again with his gaze directed straight at her crotch.

She allowed his eyes to dwell on her barely concealed sex before she said, "What are you staring at?"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... I'm sorry."

She slouched lower on the seat, until the crotchband of her pyjamas outlined the bulge of her mons as clearly and provocatively as would a pair of blue bikini panties, and her voice was low and vibrant as she said: "Don't be sorry. Don't ever be sorry about looking at a woman's body. Actually, I like it."

He groaned, letting his shoulders slump, staring directly at her hidden sex with such abject longing that Victoria knew beyond the smallest doubt that there was nothing at all wrong with her body. She could excite this male from a yard away, melt him with a smile, fever him with a look at her sex, just as she had once been able to do with Sebastian years ago. If she could excite Sebastian that easily again... But just how excited was this boy? And just how much more exciting would it be for her to find out?

"What are you trying to hide?" she asked.

"N-Nothing." He looked up at her through his lashes as she smirked.

"You're hiding something with your hands."

"Nothing!"

She leaned forward, distracting him entirely with the bobbing thrust of her breasts, her nipples stiff and surely visible through the nylon. She gently but firmly drew his hands away from his lap.

"Look at that," she murmured, acting even more interested then she really was, then taking the bold step of smoothing the tips of two fingers over the outline of his prick bulging hard against the wet blue denim. "You're randy," she said. "That's lovely." It excited her to touch him, a stranger, a defiance of convention, and she enjoyed it. "And you call that nothing?"

"I didn't mean... I was just..."

She squeezed his hard penis between thumb and forefinger, felt its heat, savored the excitement glowing in her belly. He was rock hard. She felt wicked and wonderful. "Are you always going about with a big stiff thing like this?"

"I'm sorry... I--"

"Don't be." And she gave his prick a good firm squeeze and shake, reveling in the confused excitement she was so easily provoking in him, and feeling excitement herself. "Don't be sorry for this when you're around a woman. It's flattering to her. If she's any kind of woman, she likes it. I like it. I like holding your cock in my hand, feeling it all hot and hard and ready to... ready to squirt. It excites me. Do you understand that? It excites me, you know."

She continued to play with his prick, to tease him. The train rumbled on, and his breathing became even more labored as she unbuckled his belt and tugged at his zipper and finally drew the wet fabric of his jeans down far enough to reveal the head of his penis and the wetness forming at the tip of it. The glans looked red, shiny, succulent. Sebastian, that unappreciating former love of her life, would no doubt have a stroke if he saw her now. Brenda would clap her on the back and say bravo, but Sebastian would have a stroke. And yet what was her infidelity? Not very much, in absolute terms. She had hardly touched this boy. She trailed her hand over his thigh, leaned back against the door and told him to bring his cock out.

"W-What? Here?" He gazed around wide-eyed, his face red.

Victoria looked around too, at the creeping line of train cars, and she nodded and said, "Right here in front of God and everyone." And she opened the top button of her pyjama top.

He watched every small movement of her fingers as he fumbled at the front of his jeans. Whenever his fingers stalled, her own fingers stopped moving, and immediately he resumed the exposure she had demanded of him. She did not want him to stop. She wanted to feast her eyes on a strange penis, and almost as much, she wanted to show him her breasts naked and warm and as proudly upright as her swiftly renewing feminine ego.

She murmured: "Bring it out. Show it to me. Bring it out of those stuffy old jeans and hold it in your hand for me." She parted her pyjama top widely and placed her hands on the round underswells of her breasts, lifted them and fondled them, drew the pink nipples out to firmer points with her fingers. She pursed her lips and made a sound of admiration when he finally brought his cock out completely.

She thought his penis poignantly beautiful. All she could see of it over his closed fist was the bulbous head, pink, its little vertical mouth gaping and wet. Yes, it was beautiful, so pure, that she felt close to tears again.

"Oh dear," she said. She edged closer to him, the movement drawing the blue nylon tighter over the bulge of her sex. She extended fluttering fingers for him, for his stiff penis. "So pretty," she murmured, and he squirmed and gasped when she touched him. She felt the soft, velvety glans, felt the excitement throbbing in his penis, the excitement that she alone had aroused. "Feel nice?" she asked, and nudged his hand away. She felt breathless when she saw the slim white column of the shaft. Then she tingled with marvelously wicked delight when she felt his hand tentatively touching her breast. "Oh yes," she hissed, and pushed her breast into his hand. She squeezed and slowly milked his cock with a firm grasp, smiling at him, feeling like an alluring temptress.

Suddenly the boy gasped, squeezed her breast painfully hard, then doubled over and rocked back and forth. He gasped and moaned and pawed weakly at her hand as his penis erupted with long thick spurts of white. As her hand went out of control, milking his prick faster, harder, her breath grew ragged and urgent."Yes, that's right, love. Can't stop, can you? I want to see it all come out, all of it."

He groaned. He looked as if he were about to faint. As the jets of sperm inevitably diminished, even though his penis stayed marvelously hard in her flying hand, he wilted, sighing and moaning, but still gazing at her with all the adoration in his eyes that had been missing from her life for so long. He had sperm all over himself, on his shirt and jacket and jeans, all over his penis and drooling down over her hand. She kept right on milking him, more sensuously now, gazing in fascination at his prick while her hand coaxed the last sweet oozings from it.

He moaned. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"I told you, don't be," she said, rubbing the slick wet sperm all over his penis, rubbing it in, squeezing its slippery length through her fingers. "You couldn't help it. I just made you too hot and bothered, love."

"But I wanted to... I thought you wanted me to..."

"To what, darling?" She reached lower to gently fondle his tight hairless balls. Then she drew her hand back wet with his fine fresh juices and luxuriously fondled her breasts with it. "What did you want to do, love?"

"I wanted to..."

"Can't you say it?" She slid her hands down to mold the long slender shape of her waist and hooked her thumbs in the elastic waistband of her pyjama bottoms. "What did you want to do?"

"You know what," he said, his hand moving to his cock, his eyes limpid as he watched her lift and wriggle her buttocks and work the blue nylon down over her white hips.

"Can't you say it?" She wriggled and writhed, sensuously peeling her pyjama bottoms away to expose herself to his hot eyes. "Can't you say what you want to do?"

"I want to fuck you," he said.

The gate bells suddenly started up, and she cursed. The gate lifted as the last car of the train went bundling along out of sight.

Chapter 2.

Victoria knew it was crazy. It was wild. It was an escapade worthy of Brenda at her libertine best. The rain was coming down hard in sheets now as Victoria drove the streets of Bromley, her robe and pyjama top wide open, pyjama bottoms down around her hips, a university student at her side with his prick sticking out of his trousers and his hands groping with unbridled excitement at her exposed flesh.

He was so inexperienced, so aroused that he did not know where to touch her. He merely pawed at her. It was his excitement, not his hands, that caused her own excitement, an excitement she controlled with what she thought was admirable aplomb. She kept in complete command of the motorcar, she observed all the traffic laws, and as difficult as it was, she spoke in melodiously silken tones, well-calculated to send warm shivers through the boy's loins.

"Don't be so rough, darling. Wherever will we find a place to park? Oh, I just love your hands on me. Do you still have a stiff one? Oh, yes, and doesn't it feel nice. Use your lips on my breasts, darling, not just your hands. Oh, that's lovely. You're driving me slightly insane. Kiss me down lower, darling. Yes, on my tummy. Careful, I have to steer, you know. You have my breasts tingling. Do you like kissing my tummy? Do I smell nice for you? Dear God, where will I ever find a place to park in all this rain?"

The boy scrambled around on the seat like a beserk puppy dog. Victoria found it positively delicious. His trousers had come down to show his round buttocks outlined in wet briefs. He seemed not even aware of it. She had him so excited they could have been in High Street in front of the cathedral at high noon and he would not have stopped. He could not have stopped. And all she was doing now was laughing softly and rubbing his head.

"You like it down there, do you? Is it nice and warm, love? Do I smell sweet and sexy? Mmm, that's it. Yes, that's the way. She opened her legs and pushed down -- hard -- until his mouth and nose were mashed against the mound of her sex. She was all but laughing out loud at his struggles, until she realized he was struggling to get up, not down.

She let go of the boy's head, and he sat up panting and blinking rapidly. She suppressed a glare, smiled and said: "What's the matter, darling? Don't you like my fanny?"

"I... For a moment, I couldn't breathe."

"Can't have you fainting on me, can I?" She slipped her hand around his cock again and found it almost as hard as before. "Not when I need you most. Where do the students usually park? We need a place with a bit of privacy. I would take you to my house, but my neighbor is at home during the day. We need a place where we won't be bothered by anyone while you kiss my fanny and get me as worked up as you are. And then you can fuck me."

The color of his cheeks changed several times as she spoke those words. Then he went pale as she said:




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"Do you like licking a woman's fanny? Are you good at it?"

He looked away, swallowed hard. Before he could speak, Victoria squeezed his prick warmly, and said, "I can tell you'll be good at it from the way you kissed my breasts, lover, from the way you sucked my nipples. Do that again now, darling, while I concentrate on finding us a good place to park."

It was madness, insanity. And cruelty, too. She knew she had no right to use this naive boy to salve her damaged ego, to rebuild her crumbled feminine confidence. It was Sebastian who had wounded her, and she ought not to take it out on this innocent young man. He had to be innocent. He seemed not to have any experience with women at all. She told herself the fleeting rewards of her flesh simply were not enough to pay him for the hurt she might be causing him for something Sebastian had done to her. Or had not done to her. Christ, she had not felt Sebastian's lips on her nipples for ages, months, and as clumsy as this boy's lips were, they were better than no lips at all. Was she really hurting him? Nonsense. He was sucking away like a hungry kitten, happy as could be, happy as Sebastian was with whatever woman he had found to be his playmate. Oh, she had no doubts about Sebastian. She knew the sexual urgency of Sebastian's body, and she knew that no matter what sort of trouble she had with him, the trouble would not stop him from having his fucking. For the first time, Victoria admitted to herself that Sebastian had to be having an affair with another woman, perhaps more than one. Sebastian might be twenty years older than this boy, but he was no different. If an attractive woman would smile at Sebastian, he would jump into her motorcar as quickly as this boy had jumped. But by now Sebastian would have his cock in the woman, not just his lips at her nipple. Men and boys are all alike, Victoria told herself. She swung the motorcar in to the curb. They were in a residential area, not unlike her own neighborhood. Housewives and children in the houses. But they did not matter. Tomcats like Sebastian did not care where they had their fun, and neither did alley-cats like herself.

She sat up, and she kissed the boy's swollen lips as she took hold of his prick again. She felt him trembling. He tasted faintly of toothpaste. She slipped her tongue into his mouth, and felt his penis stiffen and throb. She teased and coaxed his tongue into life with hers, then leaned back against the door and smiled languidly at him. Her right hand fondled her breast, slid down over her belly, and on down inside her pyjamas to cup her sex.

"Mmm. You've got me all ready for your kisses, love. My fanny is all wet and waiting for your tongue." In fact, she was barely moist, her labia tensed, her vagina barely open enough to accept a finger. "Are you ready for my fanny?"

He nodded. "Well... yes."

"You're going to be good at it, aren't you? I'm a woman who likes to warm up with five or six orgasms before a man slips his cock into me for the big one."

She was amazed at herself. Was this really Victoria Spence talking like this? Had she gone insane? But did it really matter?

She said: "Look how ready I am." And she removed her hand from her sex and waved her fingers under his nostrils, brushed them over his quaking lips, and chuckled at the way his eyelids fluttered. He was as excited as a butterfly on a hot summer day, and just about as dangerous. If only she could twist Sebastian around her fingers so easily. But Sebastian was far away, and this boy was right here.

She took the boy's hand and kissed it, guided it to his cock and murmured: "Keep that good and hard for us while I get out of these silly pyjama bottoms."

He sat there and masturbated, slowly and methodically, while she did a cramped but sensuous striptease. It was truly amazing to her. She had never watched a man masturbate before. That was a very private thing to do, and yet there he was wanking right in front of her, obeying her every wish, all in return for the promise of a bit more of her. She gave it to him, and quite effectively.

She pretended the blue nylon pyjamas were even tighter than they actually were. She raised her hips and shifted her buttocks around, thumbs hooked in the elastic, slowly working the flimsy material down until his eyes could see her thin blonde pubic hair and his hand could be further inspired. She merely gave him a glimpse of her sex, relishing the way he licked his lips as she squirmed about working the pyjama legs down her thighs. He could see her sex hair and the bulge of her mound, but not the slit he longed for. She scissored her calves and kicked her feet out of the pyjama bottoms. Again, he looked as if he might faint, and she brought him around by laughing and lightly flicking the blue nylon against his face.

"I hope you won't be late at the university, love." She smoothed her hands down over her thighs, at last opening her legs and feeling a heady thrill of excitement as he looked right at the open red lips of her sex.

He was mesmerized. His hand stopped moving.

She smiled. "Does that look good to you?" She slid her hand over her belly, through the fine fur to part her labia wider with two fingers. "Does it look good enough to eat?"

"I -- I guess so."

"What do you mean, you guess so?" She bulged out her pearl-pink clitoris with her fingers, tilting her hips up to meet her hand. "You do like to do that, don't you?"

"Well... yes."

"You're a liar, aren't you?" She grabbed the hair of his head and shook him. "You've never done it before in your life, have you?"

He whimpered. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry."

Victoria tried to control the hot rage that had flared up in her. She slapped him across the face. "Damned liar, you and all the others. You can't tell the truth, you can't be honest." Men wanted a wife and a mother and a mistress all rolled up into one, and they could not even be honest with a woman. Damn them. Damn you, Sebastian. She slapped the boy again.

She started sobbing, contrition replacing her rage. She hugged the boy to her bosom, clasped his head in her hands. She told herself she should not be angry at him. She would make it better. She urged him to kiss her breasts. "That's right. Poor baby. Poor loving baby. Take one my tits in your mouth."

He mumbled against her breasts, told her he would do it, he wanted to lick her, then attempted to crouch lower on the seat as if to get at her.

Victoria hugged him to her breast and spoke soft words to him. Her sex had an itch in it, and when she reached down to scratch it, she found it wet, amazingly so, full of creamy sex juice that had not been there seconds before. Her fingers did not do a bit of good. After a quick glance around through the rain-smeared windows, she pushed the boy's head down to her crotch, breathing rapidly, murmuring, "Go on, love. Get down there and kiss it. I don't care if you know how or not. Yes. Oh, yes!"

His trembling mouth fumbled and foraged in her pubic hair. She jammed his head lower and jerked her hips up to slide her clitoris against his pursed lips. She made a sound like a wild cat, a sound she had never made before, and she spread her legs wider and pushed his head down harder on her steaming sex.

Bastard Sebastian, she thought. To make her do a thing like this. But she craved it. Let him eat it, suck on it. She had gone this far, she might as well make it good.

She was orgasming. She had not orgasmed in months. The orgasms came one after the other as she rhythmically humped her hips upward and rocked her head back and forth against the window- wall. Her hair whipped across her contorted face. She had two good handfuls of the boy's hair, and with this she pressed his mouth harder still against her wet spasming sex, thrusting up at him at the same time, one leg hooked over the backrest, the other foot flat on the seat.

Yes, it was lovely. She would not let him stop now. She gasped. She slid down across the seat, her head bumping against the arm-rest, her gushing cunt bumping up against his face.

It was good. It was marvelous. Even his inexperience seemed to be adding to her pleasures as orgasm after orgasm burst in her body. She had been frustrated far too long. Her pleasures seemed more intense than any she had known in her life, and she knew in her heart they would never stop, and they made her weep with joy. She lay on her back on the car seat with tears flowing down her cheeks, writhing sensuously against the clinging leather, roving her hands over her body. This boy loved her, really loved her, the way he crouched down between her widely parted legs and lapped and sucked and tongued her flooded sex. He was a darling. Yes, love me, she thought. Make me feel like a woman again. Every hair on her body seemed to be standing on end and feeling the orgasms. She felt blind and deaf and dumb. She silently cried out in open-mouthed ecstasy as skyrockets shot through her body. She had become pure sensation. All she could do was feel, and the orgasms went on even when he lifted his mouth from her swollen sex.

She was certain her climaxes had never been this good before. She could place herself in no other time but the present. Her body was reaching for more, when suddenly the boy's body came down heavily on hers and his cock stabbed frantically at her open, fluttering sex.

He showed a panicked urgency. He grunted and panted like a dog, rasping her naked body with his clothes, then penetrating her vagina with his hard penis.

"No!" she cried. She futily beat at his back with her fists, tried to kick him with her legs, but her legs were too widely separated. "No, stop! You can't do this to me! Stop it!"

Her commands no longer worked. He was mad with lust, frantic to jab his prick in her warm sex. It was he who was deaf now, and apparently unfeeling as well, as she beat at him and screamed at him, not diminishing his frenzied efforts at all.

His animal gruntings went on, reaching a crescendo that made her need to expel his thrusting penis from her vagina even more urgent. But then it was too late, far too late. His body went rigid and trembled as he continued thrusting. He was quite unable to stop what was happening. She went limp, turned her head from his heavy sighing, and found that she was weeping again.

It did not bother him. He jumped up grinning, as if he had achieved a major accomplishment, and he began to rearrange his clothing.

He left her to drag herself to a sitting position. She tried to hide her body in the folds of her robe.

"That was marvelous," the boy said. "I didn't hurt you, did I? Are you crying because I hurt you? No, it can't be. Listen, could I telephone you now and then? Would that be possible?"

Victoria fumed. "Get out of this car. Get out of this car immediately, before I hurt you."

He stared at her as though she were insane. Then he shrugged and got out, went hurrying off through the dwindling rain, leaving Victoria to her tears.

Chapter 3.

"Darling, getting rogered is nothing to cry about," Brenda said.. "Scads of housewives have affairs every day, and you can't expect all the affairs to be just perfect, especially the first time out. Relax, darling, and look forward to a better time the next go round."

Victoria grimaced. "He was a total stranger. I don't know what got into me. I've never acted that way, or even talked that way in my entire life."

"What got into you was a young man, and if you ask me, it's about time. You're free to do as you want. You might be married to Sebastian, but he doesn't own you. I just wish you would tell me all the gory details. I can't believe you finally did it." And with this, Brenda threw back her head and laughed.

Laughter instead of shock; a typically unpredictable Brenda reaction. Brenda, it seemed, was liable to do just about anything. She looked as if she could, too. She was not quite as tall as Victoria, who was now seated at her dining-room table, but she looked imposingly larger. Brenda was twenty pounds heavier and considerably more busty, but it was the vibrant air of vitality about her that made her seem almost larger than life. She had auburn red hair professionally waved and piled high on her head each and every Thursday. It set off a rather long face, well-balanced with prominent cheekbones, a strong nose, and a wide mouth. Her lips were not as full as Victoria's, but they were very mobile and expressive and always glossy with carmine lipstick. Her brown eyes were shadowed with green, and her eyelashes were naturally long. Thin black brows swept back to point at the gold loops dangling from her ears. She had on a kelly-green chiffon dress with long sleeves and a short skirt. The dress clung to her amply curvaceous body rather intimately, and its bodice was cut into a low broad vee that showed the deep cleavage between her breasts and gave a glimpse of the lace-edged black bra that contained those breasts. Her legs were crossed under the stained oak table, gleaming in nylon stockings as she swung her foot, shod in a black high-heeled pump, to the tune of her stereo set. It was not yet ten o'clock in the morning, and Brenda was dressed to the nines, looking as if she were ready for a dinner date. She made Victoria feel even more like the teary little housewife that she was. And Victoria felt as if she was not even a good housewife, for her house next door was in a shambles when compared to the immaculate neatness of Brenda's beautifully furnished home.

True, Brenda had some help in the form of a man who came by once a week to care for her garden, and a woman who came twice a week to clean the house, but Brenda did do a fabulous job as a homemaker who was alone in the world. The Spences had only lived next door to her for the past seven months. Brenda had divorced her husband some six months before that. Victoria could only imagine what a good housekeeper Brenda had been when she was married; her house and garden were now the showplace of the road. The other wives largely shunned her, undoubtedly because they were jealous of her success as a single woman, and perhaps because they considered the strikingly lovely working woman a threat to their marriages. Victoria embraced Brenda as her only true friend in the neighborhood. The other wives were totally involved with their children, their husbands, and their little card parties. They were a clique that Victoria simply did not want to join, while Brenda was worldly and wise, always ready with a drink and some sound advice, able to talk politics and economics just like a man, but never once posing any serious threat toward Sebastian, not when Victoria and Sebastian had been getting along just beautifully, and not now. In turn, Brenda had no time whatsoever for the other wives in the road, and had casually selected Victoria as her only neighborhood friend. For the most part, this excluded Sebastian too. Brenda would joke and talk with him over the hedge on a weekend day, and she would invite him along with Victoria for a drink now and then, but she had so little real interest in Sebastian and so much in Victoria that at first Victoria had secretly suspected her next door neighbor of being a lesbian. This suspicion was quickly dispelled as they came to be intimates and Brenda told Victoria about some of her escapades with men.

Brenda worked evenings, Monday through Thursday, as a hostess in a London club she refused to name. Her job was all business to her, and she neither wanted to have friends dropping in there, nor wanted to make any friends from among the clientele of the club. It was a high-tipping job. It had to be to enable her to work just four evenings a week and earn enough money to keep her so well-dressed and in the lovely three-bedroom house. She made no male friends at her job, but she made up for that on the weekends.

Each Friday night was a warm-up for the following Saturday and sometimes Sunday. "Friday night is only the overture," Brenda had told Victoria with a smile. She had a dozen or so pubs she went to on Friday nights, nice pubs with dancing and a dining room, and in these places she would carefully select a man from among those who asked her to dance or offered to buy her a drink. She chose him for his affluence, for his looks, and for her evaluation of him in bed. This latter evaluation was usually quite accurate, if Brenda's accounts of her weekends were to be believed, and Victoria did believe them, for her next-door neighbor had absolutely no reason to lie to her. The advice Brenda gave Victoria might be unsound, her escapades with men might be exaggerated, but Victoria sincerely believed that the advice was sincere and the tales Brenda told were for the most part true. And now Brenda's advice seemed sound, but quite impossible to follow.

"Honestly, Victoria, it's not that monumental. What was it you did? Did you lose your virginity? Hardly. Did you get pregnant? Not if you're taking your pills like a good girl. Did you fall in love with the boy?"

"Brenda, don't be silly."

Brenda touched Victoria's cheek, and said: "Darling, all you did was have yourself a little poke on the side. It's just as much a woman's right to do that as it is a man's when things aren't going right at home and the hot little honeymoon bed has turned cold for a while. Just forget it and do better next time."

"There won't be a next time. It was just a... just an experiment, one that turned out very badly, and it certainly will not be repeated."

"Then what are you going to do? Just let yourself get all frustrated and wanting again? If you are, darling, I know where you can get an artificial cock. They come as big as you like."

Victoria smiled and shook her head. "Now it's easy to see where I picked up the language I used with that boy this morning."

"Oh? Are you blaming me? Well, go on. I have broad shoulders. I'll take some of the guilt off your hands if it helps you stop being such a ninny about all this."

"I'm sorry, Brenda. Oh dear, there I go apologizing."

"Apologize to your body, darling. Apologize for waiting so long to give it a bit of satisfaction. And don't wait as long for the next time. Be discreet, but go out and have a lark when you can."

"Honestly, Brenda, there won't be a next time."

"Oh? Are you going to turn things around between you and Sebastian, turn him into a passionate lover again overnight? Fat chance, darling. He's impotent. From what you've told me, he has what they call sexual dysfunction, and it takes more than an overnighter to cure that. It will probably take care of itself, in time, but meanwhile you must get out and take care of yourself."

Victoria firmly shook her head. "Once was more than enough. I didn't get a thing out of it. Really. No, I'll take that back. What I got out of it was a real and sincere desire to get Sebastian and myself back on an even keel. I'm going to work at getting our marriage back together now, in bed and out, and if it fails now, it certainly will not be my fault."

Brenda sighed. "New-leafing it, eh? Lord knows how many new leaves I turned over and how many years I wasted before I shed my husband. Go ahead if you want, but from what I know about you and Sebastian, it's a waste of time. Yes, he earns enough money, and yes, he can be charming and self-assured. Maybe he was lovely in the sack at one time, but once a man has slipped like he has, it's tough to bring him back to what he used to be. Have a go at it, give it a good try, but meanwhile have some fun when you can. Listen, I know men -- scads of them -- who would just love to show you a good time. Or maybe take you to Brighton, or even Paris. Would you turn up your pretty nose at a weekend in Paris, all expenses paid, and maybe enough money for a new dress thrown in?

"Maybe I could in a few months," Victoria said. "Maybe I'll cut loose like you did by then. But in the meantime I'm going to make a try at getting back what Sebastian and I had. Starting now. Thanks, Brenda. Thanks for listening to me for the hundredth time. I couldn't have gone home and faced my house all alone after what I did this morning. Now I can."




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Victoria hurried through the drizzling rain to her house, entered it on the run, and kept going. She stripped off her robe and pyjamas on the way to the shower. She spent a long time under the hot water, soaping herself thoroughly, washing her hair, finally douching before she felt reasonably clean. She dressed in jeans and an old sweatshirt, wrapped her wet hair in a turbaning towel, and attacked her household chores like locusts in a field of ripe corn.

First she picked up every strewn piece of clothing in the house, from Sebastian's boxer shorts to her pyjamas and robe. Most of these, together with towels and linens, went into the washer, but the garments she had worn during the impulsive escapade of that morning went into the trash. While the water sluiced, she did the dishes and scrubbed the kitchen floor, and while the dryer was running, she vacuumed every carpet in the house. She made the beds and dusted, put away the dishes and tidied up, putting everything in its place. She picked some ivy from the garden and arranged the rain-kissed greenery in vases, stood back in weary satisfaction and surveyed the house, as neat and clean as Brenda's, enough to please any man.

It was not quite noon, and she was done with her housework. Victoria ate a cheese sandwich and set some bread dough to rising. She took two thick steaks from the freezer and started thawing them while she made a cherry pie, Sebastian's favorite. She worked steadily and efficiently, and by two in the afternoon the kitchen was all cleaned up again, all ready for the preparation of a special dinner for the special man she had married. She felt like visiting Brenda, but she did not want to bother her friend again with troubles that she should be able to solve herself, and she wanted no more of Brenda's simplistically hedonistic advice. And so she filled the tub with hot, scented water, climbed in, and thought about the welcome she would give to Sebastian that night, starting when the six-thirty train from London pulled in.

Chapter 4.

While Victoria Spence soaked in her tub, her husband Sebastian was quite comfortably dry under his umbrella, standing on a London street corner down the road from his office, looking anxiously up the street for the appearance of a low, red sports car. He wore a three-piece suit and tie, but in the latest fashion, covered with a tweedy topcoat. He was slim, almost lean, but his shoulders were wide and his jawline was strong enough so that he would cut an equally handsome figure in patched and dusty clothes. He had longish brown hair and a full moustache, and now the corners of the moustache turned up as he saw the little red car weave through the traffic and pull up at the curb before him.

The door of the car swung open, and Brenda smiled her crooked smile at him, arm resting on the back of the passenger bucket seat, nylon-gleaming leg showing below the bottom button of the belted black raincoat she had on.

"Hi, there," she said in her sultriest voice. "Going my way?"

Sebastian smiled. "If you're headed for a beef sandwich, madam, I certainly am." He quickly climbed in. "I'm famished. These late lunches are enough to--"

"I am too," Brenda said, and her lightly clutching nails on the back of his neck raised the short hairs there as she drew him down to meet her shining red lips and beckoning pink tongue.

Brenda's spicy perfume expanded Sebastian's skull, and the taste of her tongue set him to salivating as her lips worked strongly on his, sucking him deeper into the kiss, massaging his lips. A horn sounded behind them, and when Sebastian started to turn his head, the fingernails increased their pressure and the slick lips increased their suction. Again the horn sounded, and with a great effort of will, Sebastian pushed Brenda away and slammed the door behind him.

He said: "You had better get going before we cause a traffic jam."

"The hell with them," Brenda said, and gestured obscenely at her back window. "The hell with them and kiss me," she said, and she leaned sinuously closer to Sebastian, her hand drawing his to the conical swell of her breast, her mouth forming a livid red oval lined with teeth that could bite and a tongue that could inject him with an aphrodisiac far more effectively than any needle could.

"Brenda, that's a busload full of people back th--"

Her lips sucked him right inside again, her breast pushed its way into his hand, and the blaring horn behind them faded into insignificance. He felt her all over while their lips sucked and their tongues twined. His hand checked every voluptuous curve to see that it was in its very proper place while they kissed, and her hand moved rustling down to his loins to ensure that his cock was long and hard and his balls firm and full.

Now it was she who pushed him away, turned briefly to glare at the big yellow vehicle behind them, and jammed the gearshift lever into low. "Inconsiderate idiot," she said. "He has no respect at all for people in love. How did your morning go?"

"Sugar is up a fraction and coffee is up the limit, so you and a lot of other people are making some money today."

"I was talking about you, love." Her hand moved from gearshift lever to his leg, moving smoothly, red fingernails making quick, delightful patterns on the inside of his thigh.

"I had a good morning, but now I'm starving, and not just for food." He fondled the contour of her breast through the stiff black gabardine of her raincoat. She slipped his fingers between the lapels of the coat to finger the creamy smoothness bulging there, and then she pushed his hand away.

"You know I can't drive when you do that," she said.

"And you know I can't keep my hands off you."

"Try for a while, you big snake. You have me all wet already."

"Is that right?" Sebastian grinned, and softly pinched a large nipple that pushed back at him.

"Do you think I'd lie to you?" Brenda gave him that sexy, crooked smile, and he rubbed her belly, squeezed her hip, and slid his hand down her thigh. She said: "If you don't believe me, find out for yourself how hot you managed to get me in -- what? -- two minutes?"

Sebastian's hand cupped the contours of her tautly nyloned knee. His hand moved up over the broad, tight welt of her hose, over the softly bulging flesh of her warm inner thigh as she parted her legs for him. His hand went up to her plump sex mound, and he moaned and muttered, "You're not wearing a thing under that raincoat."

"Well, I am too," Brenda said in mock indignation. "How do you think I'm holding my hose up, for heaven's sake? But I had to take my knickers off. They started to get all wet and sticky against my fanny while I was fixing lunch at the flat. Driving down to actually see you, they got even worse. It felt like they were full of ants, so I took them off and put them in the glove box. If it bothers you, take them out and I'll put them on again.

"No bra, either?" Sebastian said, one hand reaching there, while the other continued feeling her crotch, all smooth and fat and warm, entirely devoid of even the smallest stubble of pubic hair, slick moisture oozing from it onto his moving fingers.

"None of your business," Brenda said, and pushed his hand from her breasts. "But I didn't wear a dress. It was getting late, so I just threw on my raincoat and buzzed down here. Darling, you'll have to stop playing with my fanny or we're going to wind up dead in traffic."

"Because of this?" He gently tweaked her clitoris with his thumb and forefinger, rubbing the swollen little nub deeper into her wet sex.

"Yes, exactly like that, Sebastian." She put her hand on his and pushed it up and harder between her legs. "Diddling me like that makes me want to pull over and get your cock in me right now. And if I do that the lunch will burn. So stop it."

"There's a parking place up ahead," Sebastian said, delving inside her receptively wet sex, reaching fingers inside her coat to feel her bare belly. "Pull into it, and I'll suck you. I'll give you a licking just as you like it. I'll suck you and fuck you right here on the road and let lunch go to hell."

Brenda elbowed his hand from her breasts before he could determine if she wore a bra. She took his hand from between her legs, kissed it and placed it firmly on her knee. She took a deep breath, and said: "Let's talk business. That will cool us off a bit. How much did the coffee you bought me go up today?"

"I told you," Sebastian said, gazing fondly at her legs as they moved crisply over the pedals. He guessed she wore a bra and suspender belt under the coat. Probably black. Narrow, tight, black elastic satin, biting into soft white velvety flesh. "I told you, it went up the limit."

"I don't know anything about limits. How many pounds?"

"About a thousand quid on the nine thousand I invested for you. Let me open that coat, love. Let me look at you. Now."

"Five hundred for each of us," she said, and slapped at his hand moving toward her belt. "Half of everything I make on the market is yours, Sebastian."

"No deal. You have your money and I have mine... if Victoria and I split up and we live together or get married or whatever. One of the things I like about you is your independence, financial and otherwise. Damn it, can't you drive any faster?"

"We're almost there," Brenda said, well out of the financial district now, and headed toward Westminster. "Another thing you like about me is my fanny, darling, let's face it. And you'll be facing it soon enough." She grasped his penis and squeezed it firmly through the fabric of his trousers. Her eyes were molten as she glanced at him and murmured, "You randy bastard, you're as bad as I am."

They passed through Westminster into Kensington, and there, in a rather shabby little road, Brenda parked the car. This had once been a moderately wealthy neighborhood, but now it consisted primarily of small businesses at the street level and small flats in three story buildings that lined the narrow busy street. There were sailors on the walks attracted by the massage parlors, the pubs, the pawnshops, and little restaurants. There was a billiards club on the bottom level of the building Sebastian and Brenda headed for after they left the car, but Sebastian had little interest in their surroundings as they walked briskly to their destination. His interest was focussed directly ahead as Brenda led the way through the traffic. He could hardly look away from her voluptuously big bottom undulating with oily smoothness under the tight, dully gleaming black raincoat. Only that outer garment prevented him from seeing her bare buttocks shifting up and down with her high heels. He followed that lovely big bottom across the pavement and through a door, and as they mounted narrow steps, he watched the smooth bunchings of her nylon- covered calves and the dull gleamings of her high heels as they mounted each rise. Brenda from her knees down was far more exciting to him than all of Victoria just then, and in a few more minutes he would have all of Brenda.

Sebastian's penis was up hard and ready as Brenda worked the key in the door of the flat. He caressed her arms with hands that shook, and he nuzzled his mouth in her hair, and he said: "I'm paying the rent here again next month, and I don't want any argument about it from you."

"Yes, Master." Brenda smiled at him over her shoulder, bumped his penis with the soft roundness of her bottom, and led the way inside.

It was a small, old flat, but the furnishings were modern. Two long couches, several chairs, a tea table, a pair of large lamps hanging from the ceiling on chains. Thick red drapes over the windows, pink shag carpet on the floor. The framed prints and engravings on the walls were primarily of an erotic nature. The kitchen door was hidden by a wooden screen. The other door in the living room led to a small bedroom and bathroom, but the bedroom was rarely used by them since most of the sex in this trysting place was done on the black couches or on the pink carpet in the living room. Beds were for married people; lovers had sex wherever the mood struck them. That mood struck them often in this flat. It had formerly been the flat of a call girl who frequented the club where Brenda worked. Other call girls still lived and worked in the building, but this one had moved on to greener pastures. With rent for three months paid in advance, the girl had given the key to Brenda, and Brenda had used the place when she had been too tired to go home after work, or for entertaining the men she had known before she took up with Sebastian. Brenda was very frank about her sexual affairs and her entire life prior to getting serious with Sebastian. She had told him all about the flat, even described in detail some of the weekend things she had done in it with men she had picked up for enjoyment. When Sebastian had come along, it was a ready-made place for their skyrocketing romance, and Sebastian had started paying the rent just that month. As far as he was concerned, it was well worth it. There was more excitement to be had in this flat than in all the rest of the city combined, including his house. He had worked for it, he had earned it, and he was getting it. And all he had to do for it now was to lie back and follow Brenda's provocative leads.

Now he said to Brenda: "Take off your coat and stay awhile."

She shrugged off his hands, closed the door. "It's cold in here. Sit down and I'll get us a drink first. We've got to have a talk about your wife. Poor girl, she's getting rather mixed up with all this going on around her. Sit down, Sebastian, lunch is in the oven."

She had arranged a little table between the two chairs, a gleaming white tablecloth and two place settings. Today it gave the familiar flat the air of one of those very intimate dining rooms in Parisian restaurants that are used exclusively by secret lovers. Sebastian sat down at the table. He did not want to talk about Victoria, but he knew it had to be done before they could get on to anything else. Brenda was a rather tough woman, well- schooled in the cruel ways of the world, but she was a compassionate woman, too. She had taken a woman's husband away from her, but she would do her best to see to it that the woman was not too badly damaged in the process. Sebastian did not know if he admired Brenda for that or not, but he knew he admired the things she did to him. He was happy about Brenda's concern for Victoria, for it prolonged the time when he had both a wife and a mistress, and there were times when he still felt quite loving for his wife.

Brenda spoke to him from the kitchen. "She pulled a real beauty today, Sebastian. I'm getting worried about her."

"Whatever it was, I don't want to hear about it today. I can't divorce her now, not when she's still so in love with me. It would break her heart now. It's bad enough I fell in love with the next-door neighbor, her best friend. If I dump her for you now it will just shatter her. If she had an affair or two in the past few months, I can't blame her for that. Lord, look at what we have been doing and how I've been neglecting her. I haven't made love to her in two months now. She needs the security of a man, and she can go on having her affairs until I judge she's capable of handling life on her own. You told me about the two other men she picked up, but I don't want to hear about this one."

"What if it wasn't a man?" Brenda asked as she entered with the martinis.

Sebastian just sat there looking at her, his face becoming more flushed, while she sat down across the table from him. He lifted his glass, drank deeply from it, and said: "I don't care if she's with another woman, and I don't want to hear about it. Maybe she needed it, and it was something that happened. In another month or so, she'll be safely out of love with me and we can split up our marriage. But she would go crazy now if I dropped her. She's not strong enough yet. As soon as she can face life on her own, I'll start the divorce proceedings. I'll give her enough money so she can be comfortable until she finds another man, one who appreciates home-made pies and slippers in front of the fire like I should. Good martini."

"Thanks. Listen, Sebastian, maybe I shouldn't have told you any of the things she told me in confidence. Lord knows, I shouldn't have fallen in love with you, but that couldn't be helped. But I did tell you what she's been doing, and I know it's been difficult for you. Actually, darling, I think you've taken the wrong tack with her. You ought to have found a way to break with her a month ago, when she took up with the first man. You know I want what's best for Victoria, too. And I think a fast, clean break now is the thing to do. Don't shake your head. Listen to me. The longer this goes on, the worse she'll get with her secret affairs. If this keeps up, she might actually fall into the clutches of some tramp lesbian with a drug habit."

Sebastian set his glass down. "It wasn't a woman she did it with this time?"

"It was a boy. A university student. She picked him up on a street corner and had herself a time with him, made him go down on her and did the same to him."

"Good Lord." Sebastian covered his face with his hands. "And she sucked him?"

"Yes. She's too inhibited to do it to you, but she doesn't mind sucking a stranger's cock. Now do you still think you're doing her a favor by prolonging this thing?"

"Lord, I don't know. A student?"

"And who can tell who it will be next? Sebastian, divorce her now. Come right out and tell her you don't love her any more. Do it any way you want, but my advice is to do it. Just promise me again you'll never mention any of the affairs she told me about. If she thinks a woman betrayed her confidence and a man dumped her, she will really be destroyed."

"I promise I'll never tell her anything. A student? Good Lord, let me think about this for a while."

"Yes, you think about it, love." Brenda patted his hand. "We'll talk about it later, but now let's enjoy the time we have together. Is it warming up in here?"

Sebastian looked up. "Yes, I think so." He thought of Victoria with some young university student. What had he driven his wife into? Was that worth the excitement he knew with Brenda?"

Brenda said: "I think I'm warmed up enough to get out of this coat. Stay there, Sebastian. I can do it myself."

The furrows left Sebastian's brow as he looked up at her, and a slow smile crossed his face. He said, "You can't do it all by yourself, pet, but you can start at it."

Chapter 5.

Brenda's hands began to work together out of his sight, under the table. Sebastian sat straight in his chair, looking down past her glass to the first sight of what those hands would show him.

He had seen it all before, but she was always able to show it to him in a different way. Now just the sight of her wrists working at the belt buckle of her coat was giving him another erection. He massaged his penis under the table. Her smile was a blur of red at the top of his field of vision as he stared at that first flash of white between the smooth black folds of her raincoat. And it was merely a flash he saw. The teasing bitch. She was not opening the coat as she unbuttoned it, so all he saw as she slowly worked her way up to the buttons between her breasts was a thin strip of alabaster flesh, and a few millimeters of the black lace of her bra. Buttons all opened, she curled her fingers inside the lapels of her coat and ran them up and down.

Sebastian muttered. "I knew you'd be wearing black under that coat. Let me see it, then. Let me see you."

Brenda lifted her drink and sipped it, set it down and rose slowly and suggestively to her feet. She opened the two sides of her coat, opened them wide.

"You see?" she said. "I'm not completely naked under this coat. Do you like what you see?"




Fire and Ice



Kendra ducked under the overturned dumpster and quickly turned around so she could see the entrance to the alley. The stranger ran full tilt into the rubbish cluttered alley on soundless feet. His form suddenly sank to the ground in weariness, and Kendra silently cursed. The man's eyes were a piercing blue, and they saw everything. They moved to the dumpster, and his crouch straightened. 

"You might as well come out, Kendra." She closed her eyes for a minute, squeezing them shut and willing herself to wake up. When she didn't, she slowly made her way out from behind the dumpster. She gathered her jacket around her, feeling suddenly scared. The stranger was dressing in black tactical clothing that still smoked from where Kendra had erected a wall of fire in front of him. 

The stranger had walked straight through it. She looked at his face, but he wore a black hood and a cloth mask that covered his mouth up to his eyes and the bridge of his nose. The skin around his eyes was blackened from the smoke of the fire, but it seemed that he had another mask on under that one, a steel mask. 

His voice was deep and calm, and for a ludicrous moment, Kendra wondered if he were handsome under the mask. She began to glow as the fire inside of her began to grow, begging for a release at the threat. "I don't know who you are, but you don't know what you're getting into." The stranger shook his head. 

"Of course I do. Kendra Maclintoch. Pseudonym Kendy. Possessed of Pyrokinetic abilities surpassing any and all previous documented cases. It's why I'm here." Kendra felt the fire spread behind her, and the stranger tilted his head. 

"I'm not going back to be a killer or a lab rat to them. I just want to be left alone." 

The stranger snorted and looked around. "Naturally, then, you came to Phoenix, for a new start, a rebirth from the ashes. Strange then that you will never become ash, isn't it Kendra? It won't work, on any level." Kendra screwed up her face as a sudden intense terror washed over her and she pushed her hand out, focusing an orbital re-entry level burst of fire at the man. He stood there as the fire enveloped the upper half of his body. 

When the burn died, the man's shirt was nothing but a memory. Kendra stared at his body. His skin shone like polished silver, as though he were made of steel. Kendra gave a sob as the man strode forwards, shivering. She cringed as he gave her a quick back hand, and the blackness closed in.

***

When she awoke, she was blindfolded and tied somewhere. She tried tilted her head to the side to see out of the corner of her eye, but it was no use. After a minute, she called out. No one answered. She called out again, and was met by more silence. She began to concentrate, willing the fire to form around her hands and face. As soon as a moderate heat had built up, there was a massive electric shock on her hands, and into her temples. 

Kendra cried out in shock and pain, and the heat faded away. As soon as the heat died away, so did the pain. There was the sound of footsteps, then a creak, as though someone were sitting on a wooden chair, or desk. She regained her breath, and stayed stock still. 

"It won't respond to speech, as you know, but the second you try to light your fires, you get zapped. For what it's worth, I'm sorry." Kendra's jaw clenched as she fumed, and took a deep breath, trying to centre herself. Across the room, the chair creaked again. The footsteps got closer, and stopped just in front of her. 

Kendra got the sense that the man was hesitating, and tilted her head to the side, trying to hear. All she could hear was his steady breath. A hand touched her blindfold. "There's no law that says we can't talk to each other, Kendra. I've been sent to bring you back. Not to kill you. I don't even know you."

She felt an ice cold touch, and her blindfold fell to her chest. The stranger stood in front of her, looking slightly ridiculous in a red and blue flannel shirt and jeans. He would have looked like any other red neck farm hand, if not for the metallic cast of his skin. 

She could see now that it wasn't smoothly silver, but was a kind of rough steel edge to it. She realized she was staring when he reached up to touch his skin self-consciously. He turned away from her steady gaze, and Kendra let out a low breath. "So what are you?" The man turned back to the desk on the other side of the sparse room. 

"Mythril." Kendra blinked as he sat down. "My name is Mythril. I'm the opposite side to your coin, Kendra. They call us Generation 6.1. The children of Generation 6 patients. Once the psycho-enhancement drugs they seeped into our parents had settled into their DNA, the creation of a child allowed for a greater alignment of uh...well. It allowed for a far more effective generic enhancement, with a combination of advanced mental development, healing, and branching development. So in other words, while our parents where fucked up by it, we're made into super-soldiers by it." 

Kendra shook her head. "Don't you see they're just using you?"

Mythril gave a low laugh. "Of course. But it's all I've ever known. And of course, I need them far more than they need me." Kendra didn't speak, she just stared. Mythril looked out the small window to the bustling populace outside. Despite the early hour, there were many people out, running to work, running from work, heading out for any reason whatsoever. "I hate this skin." He looked down at his hands, and rubbed his fingertips together. "It's not the cold. The cold is what I am. I'm the Ying to your Yang, Kendra. The opposite side of your coin."

Kendra frowned, and Mythril smirked. "Don't worry, it took a while for me to get around it to. You developed pyrokenisis, they don't even have a name for mine. Its cold, Kendra; ice. You're always hot, I'm always cold. One of the techs said I had mind-ice. That's what he called it. You light fires with your mind, I freeze things." A sudden gleam flickered in his glacial eyes.

"Only I don't have that lovely self-control that you do. I can't turn it off. It constantly bleeds out from my body, freezing everything I come in contact with. At least it was like that. It was like giving birth." His blue eyes were alight as he spoke, and Kendra wondered if she looked like that when she spoke of her own powers. She cringed in on herself as she realized that she never spoke about her powers. 

"I'm in the middle of creating a wonderland of ice sculptures in my room one day, when they flood my room with gas." The light in his eyes died suddenly. "When I woke up, I was...skinned in this. I could touch, and feel. But I look like a fucking Saab. To this day I don't know what's worse." He shook his head, and lurched out of the chair, and knelt in front of her. Kendra didn't say a word, merely watched. 

"And I'd been thanked, by the corporation. I was an independent spirit, a brawler and a fighter. Darn good with the knife, actually. So what do you do with someone who is immune to mind altering drugs, and loves a good fight, and can take any amount of punishment you can give him? You give him an addiction, in thanks for being a medical miracle break through." 

Kendra lowered her eyes and sighed. Mythril tapped his forearm through the flannel of his shirt. "Adrenaline-enhanced trioxyfluoride. Nothing but pure energy, and addictive as hell. They manufacture it. And if I don't stay, they cut it off, and it's not something I can just kick. This stuff makes heroin look like barley sugar." 

"But it maintains the silver skin, and lets me walk the streets." His gaze dropped to his chest, where a black chin cloth sat. Elastic cotton that would cover his mouth and chin, yet allow him to breath. Like a biker's mouth guard. "Well, let's me walk the streets at night, anyway."

Kendra's eyes narrowed for a moment. "So you've never touched another person?" Mythril tilted his head to the side and studied her. "Never?" He reached out and held out his hand to her. 

"As little as possible. I don't know how good the iceaic radiation containment is." Kendra slowly lifted her hand to his, and Mythril began to tremble. 

"I've never been this close to a woman before..." he whispered. Kendra blinked. 

"Not even when you're out here, on your own?" Mythril stared at her hand, and swallowed at a lump in his throat, then drew his hand back. His gaze dropped, and he stood up.

"I shouldn't be talking to you!" he scolded himself, storming to the other side of the room. "Your escort will be here in four hours. You might as well get some sleep." Kendra dropped her head onto her knees. 

"I can't go to sleep. When I sleep I dream. Nightmares have a way of become heated with me. And I don't really care for a ten thousand volt wake up buzz." 

Mythril crossed his arms in front of himself and scoffed as he hugged himself. "Ten thousand would make your muscles snap like string. It's only a shock measure." 

Kendra slumped back against the wall. She looked around the room, but there was nothing there, only a bed, which was made of some kind of metal that Kendra didn't know, and the wooden metal desk, made of the same type of metal. She sighed out a long breath. "So how did you find me at the nightclub?" Mythril frowned and didn't answer. Kendra chuckled as she twisted the manacles slowly, testing their strength. 

"Come on, big guy. Four hours of sitting here on my ass, and you expect me to play ball and shut up? You can at least talk to me." Mythril didn't move away from the desk. 

"All you'll do for the next four hours is try to figure out a way get free, and when you figure out that you can't do it without me, you'll try to manipulate me into unshackling you. I'm a thug, not an idiot."

Kendra shrugged her shoulders. "Doesn't mean we can't be friends. So let me guess. Indian, right? Native American?" Mythril fixed her with a glare. 

"Not even close. Has my accent truly faded that much?" Kendra gave a small smile. 

"Truly? With toffy shit like that, I'm guessing England." Mythril shook his head. 

"A Pom wouldn't wear a flannel shirt if his life depended on it. That's for a real convict." Kendra frowned. 

"Convict?" Mythril chuckled. "Australia. I grew up there." Mythril nestled into the thick padding of the chair. "Get some sleep, Kendra."

***

Mythril rolled over and punched the pillow. He looked at the clock and past the desk to the window, where the sun was rising. Two hours to go, and he'd be back at the Centre, and back where he was safe. Visions of Kendra's tear streaked face flashed in front of his eyes, and Mythril snarled. He looked over in the corner, and saw her slumped against the wall, sleeping from sheer exhaustion if nothing else. 

She gave a low moan, and her head tossed from side to side. Her body writhed in a way that Mythril had never seen before, and he wetted his suddenly dry lips. Mythril hopped off of the bed and Kendra began to moan louder. Thankfully, they were in an abandoned building, but if she wasn't in a deep sleep, she might be dreaming. 

***

Mythril dragged his tongue up the inside of Kendra's thigh with agonizing slowness. The icy touch sent shivers of excruciating pleasure radiating from her centre. Kendra squeezed her rock hard nipples and writhed on the bed as his tongue slid inside her like some kind of muscular, thick, worm. 

The tip of it grazed her clit, and its sheer coldness sent a shockwave through her body. Kendra felt the heat raging around them, but Mythril's ice cooled her fire, just as her heat broke his cold. 

Her hands grabbed hold of her knees, and spread them wide as he continued to worship her. Kendra felt the beginnings of an orgasm as Mythril continued to worship and suckle at her heat, and her legs were suddenly sliding up his body as he stood up and slid inside of her. 

The icy cock burned, the first burn she'd ever felt, and inside of her, she felt the electric charge building as she screamed in pleasure. Her orgasm began, but suddenly there was a blinding light, and she was awake.

Mythril shook her shoulders as she struggled to wakefulness, and Kendra eyed him with an intense hunger. Her hands reached for him, and suddenly her tongue was burning against his own. Mythril fell back, and Kendra followed him. 

She moaned in need as the fire raced through her, inside and out. The buttons on Mythril's shirt fell to the floor, quickly followed by the shirt itself as her teeth raked his skin. 

Mythril's body was responding, even as his hands pushed against her, trying to force her back. Kendra slashed his feet out from under him with a scythed leg, and grabbed his hands, holding them to her chest with bruising force. Her mouth opened, and her body began to glow. She sealed their lips together with a passionate kiss, and Mythril found himself kissing her back. 

She was releasing her energy, he could feel it, and his body again responded in kind. The room wavered between hot and cold, swirling pressures battling against each other as both dropped their restraints. The manacles encircling Kendra's wrists beeped, and she arced backwards in pain. 

Mythril hesitated for only a brief second, then grabbed hold of the restraints, freezing them solid in a mere instant. Kendra smashed them together over their heads, and suddenly brittle metal exploded. 

Mythril tried to stand, but Kendra ground her hips against his groin, and his cock hardened under his jeans. She ripped open his fly and gasped when his meat sprang up to greet her. His cock was a grainy silver, and he was quite big. Kendra stared at it in rapt fascination as she tore open her own shirt. 

She nestled him between her breasts, and Mythril moaned as his cock slid up between the silken heat. They began to burn each other, his icy touch sending shivers up her spine, while her radiant heat buffeted against him like a hurricane. 

Kendra pushed her pants away from her hips with one urgent hand as she gripped his shaft with her other. Her panting filled the room when she couldn't fully encompass his girth with her hand. Mythril looked suddenly shy, and Kendra kissed him again. 

His eyes were riveted on the vivid dark purple of her underwear. Her bra encased her lush breasts, the creaming white of her flesh against the darkness of the purple. 

His shaking fingers found the thin straps of her g-string, and he slid it down her legs. They began to slow down once they were naked. Somehow, they ended up on the bed, and Kendra's breath caught in her throat as Mythril kissed her passionately, not controlling or pushy, but with a kind of wonder. There was tenderness in him, a child-like reverence as he not merely kissed her, but tasted her, savouring the flavour of their passion itself.

Something twisted deep inside of Kendra, and she hesitantly ran her fingertips down across his face. His skin was smooth, a little smoother than most. There was a slightly grainier quality to his jaw line and chin, where his stubble was pushing through the skin. 

Their eyes met, and his bright blue orbs were filled with wonder. Kendra felt the twist inside her release, and she bent down and kissed him again, tenderly. 

Their tongues slid against each other, sharing and exploring. Mythril's hand gripped the back of her head, and ran through her hair. Kendra's eyes opened wide as she felt the huge head of his cock nudge her belly. Mythril blushed, and Kendra traced her fingertips down the side of his face until the reached his hammering pulse, racing through his neck. 

His nervousness twisted again inside her, and she dragged her leg over his hips, nestling his cock against her ass. Kendra reared up on her knees, and looked back over her shoulder, at the glistening silver cock beneath her. 

Her fingertips ran down the head, and Mythril moaned beneath her. His hips lifted off the bed, and he thrust up into her hand. A powerful light lit her eyes as she continued to tease him.

With just the tips of her fingernails, she scraped down the straining shaft and guided him towards her opening. Mythril's massive cock pushed against her, and Kendra bit her lips as his ice cold shaft began to burn her hand. In the throes of their lust, neither cared. 

Her lips began to spread slowly, as she eased herself down onto him. Mythril gave a tiny thrust of his hips, and Kendra let out a cry as his head slipped inside of her. 

They both hissed out breaths between clenched teeth as their clashing temperatures warred against each other in a primordial dance. Both heat and cold intensified around the couple, and Kendra's eyes went truly wide as Mythril slid himself further and further up inside of her. 

Kendra winced as she stretched to accommodate his size. Mythril began to pull her down to lay atop him, needing to feel her body moulded against his. 

His teeth grazed her chin and jaw line as he began to nibble and suckle at her flesh. White hot sparks of desire flashed through Kendra, and she moaned loudly as he traced along to the hollow of her throat with his tongue and teeth. His lips bent into a smile against the silkiness of her skin, and suddenly her nipples were assaulted with cold, and Kendra felt an ocean of pleasure thunder through her. 

Her lips curved in a smile of purest pleasure, broken only by the occasional gasp. She began to writhe on his cock, squeezing and rubbing with equal insanity. Her head tilted to the side as she slid up and down his body with quietly pleased moans, which Mythril found infinitely arousing. 

He moved his hips in a circle, and Kendra gasped, her eyes breaking wide once again. He grinned up at her then gritted his teeth as she clamped down onto his thrusting meat. 

Kendra's eyes rolled back into her head as she lost herself to the simple thrusting and movement, glorying in the simple pleasure of release. The fire burst inside her, showering her senses with its heat, and Kendra felt an orgasm beginning to flow. Beneath her, Mythril was also losing concentration, and the silver sheen of his skin gave way to a deeply tanned flesh. 

He began to grunt in time to his thrusts, and Kendra screamed as her orgasm rocked through her. Her hands raked across the breadth of his chest, and Mythril realized she'd scored his skin. With a start, he also realized his flesh was pulsing, and alive, not the dead cold of steel. 

Kendra undulated on top of him, writhing fiercely as he thrust up into her depths. His massive cock began to throb even harder, and Kendra arched her hips up to meet his thrusts. Mythril was gasping as he slid his cock deeper and deeper into Kendra, and they could both feel the ice beginning to form around them. With one final thrust, Mythril lost control, and climaxed. 

His icy semen scorched Kendra's insides, so cold was it. Kendra slumped onto his chest, and felt the heat begin to ebb out of her. Their breathing slowed, and Mythril reached for the discarded blanket. He chuckled ruefully at the blanket, some parts scorched, others frozen stiff. He threw it back to the floor and rolled over to Kendra's smiling face. 

Her eyes were closed, and Mythril kissed her shoulder softly. One of her eyebrows shot up. "For a man of ice who hasn't done this before, you seem to know what you're doing." Mythril blushed and ran two fingers along the perfection of her shoulder. 

"We have to get out of here." Kendra opened her eyes and stared at him. Then realization crashed in, and her hand rested against his cool chest. There wasn't an icy sheen to it anymore, but the silver skin was still quite cold. 

"Where are we going?" Mythril shrugged. 

"Who's going to stop us no matter where we go?" Kendra nodded and laid her head back on the pillow as she stared at Mythril. So much a man, yet so much a baby in the world. Where it would lead them was anyone's guess, she realized. Kendra reached for her shirt. 



Fire and Ice



"I'm on my way home, Babe." his sexy masculine voice even after two years together can make me quiver in anticipation. "Anything you want me to pick up on the way?"

"Just you." It's been two days since I'd seen him. I hadn't been able to drop by the fire station to visit. 

His laughter over the phone deepens the sensations that make me tremble. I can't wait to kiss his lips and run my fingers through that spiky blonde hair. 

"In that case I'll be home soon." He knows what's in store. His voice betrays his own excitement. 

I hate being alone when he does his stint at the station, but I always make sure his homecoming is sweet.

I'd already showered, shaved, and was lounging about in my robe. I went into the bedroom and let my robe slip in front of the full length mirror. It was important to me that I always looked appealing to him.

As I studied my reflection, I took stock of my attributes.

I stand about 6'2. I have one of those lanky slender frames, but with a well defined shaped due to a rigorous exercise and diet routine. My hair is dark brown and neatly cut, suitable for a junior executive with ambitions. My eyes are a light grey blue. I'm told that my features are sharp and that I can give killer looks at underlings making them stammer and shake as they try to explain why a deadline hasn't been met. 

I reach down and stroke my impatient nine inches of manhood reassuringly. 

Scott would be home soon and he'll be pleased to see me freshly shaved and ready for him. I dig through my underwear drawer and find the silk briefs he bought for me. One of my man's turn ons is to have something to remove before we make love. He likes my tight little ass and buys me all sorts of intimate apparel to showcase it for him.

I made the bed earlier using the black satin sheets. My boyishly handsome lover with his dimpled grin, tousled hair, wrestling with me in between those cool slippery sheets was my turn on. I opened the drawer of the bed stand and noted with a frown we were really low on our favorite massage oil. We'd have to improvise. (Perhaps some shortening from the kitchen.)

While I was in the kitchen, I made sure I had some steaks thawed, just in case he'd be hungry first.

I dimmed the lights in the living room and turned on the television. I wondered what was keeping him as I flipped channels mindlessly. It's only a ten minute drive from the station to our house, but thirty minutes had ticked by before I heard the sound of his car pull into the drive.

I didn't get up from the couch. I'd put the robe back on and tried to appear nonchalant as his keys twisted in the lock. I held the remote in one hand and continued to channel surf.

*

"Honey, I'm home." Scott grinned when he saw me sprawled out on the couch. He often called out that greeting thinking it hilarious. I had to admit it was cute. I was feeling contrary by having to wait and felt like playing hard to get. Inwardly my heart was doing flip flops seeing my man in his rumpled uniform. He was carrying a couple small paper sacks.

"Sorry it took me awhile." He knew my moods and was undaunted by my ice queen attitude. He tossed one of the bags at me. I caught it easily and pulled from it a small bottle of our favorite lube. "I happened to remember we were getting low and figured I'd better get some more."

He was forgiven in an instant. I sat up and expressed an interest in the other sack.

"Just some beer and this...." Scott pulled a single red rose from the second bag and held it out to me. "A small token of how much I've missed you."

Scott constantly surprised me by the sweet spontaneous gestures he would make to show me he cared. It touched me to the core.

Two days of need and my love for him propelled me forward. In seconds I was in his strong arms. With savage passion I claimed his lips.

Eagerly, Scott returned my kisses with equal fervor.

I reached up to stroke his cheek, it was rough with stubble, I wanted him now.

"Ron wait." he tired to struggle out of the embrace. "I need to shower first."

He could have showered at the station, but normally he wasted no time when his shift ended to come home to me. His buddies at the station teased him about my having him whipped.

Nobody at the station had a problem with Scott being gay. We were lucky enough to live in a diverse upper class suburb in a big city. Most of the men were neighbors. I was always treated with kindness and respect when I popped in for a visit.

To know Scott is to love him.

I pulled Scott back into a demanding kiss. I enjoyed his scent freshly washed or not.

Scott looked up at me, amusement in his warm brown eyes. He had a quick easy going smile that was infectious. My lover was a few inches shorter than me and huskier in build. He had the physic that turned the heads of both men and women every where we went.

Neither of us were the stereotypical gay male, but for some reason most people had me pegged after a few minutes conversation with me. (I'm told I have some subtle nuances that give me away and that I'm a bit of a diva.) Scott on the other hand was the all American ideal of manliness. Fortunately, there are quite a few gay friendly areas in our city. As our world slowly becomes more enlightened, I can take his hand in public and let everyone know that he belongs to me. I've heard several women mutter 'What a waste'. I admit I enjoy the envious stares we get.

Scott wants to slow things down a notch. He cups my face in his hands and backs away.

"It will just take me a sec to wash up and get ready for you." his own desire for me thick in his voice. "Put your flower in some water and chill the beer, when your done meet me in the bedroom." 

He kissed me quickly intending to dismiss me, but I wasn't going to be put off. 

I began unbuttoning the front of his shirt instead and peeled it back from his shoulders.

Scott shook his head and sighed as he helped me rid him of his shirt. He knew when in this sort of mood there was no stopping me. He sighed again as I stroked his chest, I bent down and zeroed in on one of his nipples. First I kissed it, then flicked at it a couple of times with my tongue before nibbling ever so lightly. With the other hand, I used my thumb to stimulate the other.

"Mmmm..." Scott moaned his appreciation. 

His skin tasted slightly salty and I enjoyed his smell. He really didn't need to shower. I was so horny I wanted to do him right in the living room. I continued to kiss my way down his chest. I reached down to unbuckle his belt.

Scott's hands locked around mine.

"Let's at least take it to the bedroom." he pleaded. "I don't want any more rug burn."

When we first moved in together we had the brilliant idea to do it in every room and on every surface. Never again!

Reluctantly, I allowed him to pull me back up.

Scott took me back into his arms, his hands snaking under my robe. In an easy motion it floated to the floor. He was stroking my hard on through the silk underwear. Precum leaked from my cock at his touch.

"I guess you really have missed me." he quipped. His strokes teasing me. 

We tongue wrestled a bit more before he lifted me easily off my feet, hefting me up over his shoulder in the fireman's carry. 

Once in the bedroom he flung me down on our bed and jumped in on top me. 

My lips felt as if they were bruising under the assault of his harsh kisses. He was now as turned on as I was. Our hands every where searching out the places that would give the other pleasure.

Scott halted the action momentarily by stepping out of his pants and tossing them across the room and on to the floor to join the shoes he'd kicked off on the way in. He was now in his tightie whities and socks.

I crawled across the bed and tugged off his underwear. His seven inches of cut perfection sprang up for attention.

We ended up in a side ways 69, warming up for the main event.

He expertly jacked me while sucking me off, making sure to bump the sensitive place just under the head of my cock. I slithered my tongue along his piss hole teasing it. I enjoyed feeling him squirm and moan. We couldn't keep this up for long.

Scott broke contact first and gasped out.

"Fuck me, Ron."

I had every intention of doing just that. I wanted to bury my throbbing cock up his hot horny ass, but I had to tease him first. We could both give or take if you know what I mean, but my baby preferred me to top him. My favorite position was driving it into him with his legs over my shoulders. It got me off to look into his eyes and watch him cum underneath me.

"I think we did it your way the last time." I told him picking up the lube I had the foresight to latch on to when he picked me up and carried me in here. "It's high time you fucked me."

Scott knew when I was just goading him and cried out in exasperation.

"Please," he begged. "I really need you to fuck me. It was all I could think about on the drive home from the station. Do me first."

Slowly I rubbed the lube into my hands and blew into it to warm it up.

"How bad to you want it?"

"I need it bad." he panted playing along. "I want to feel you in me."

Lazily, I lubed my pole, never breaking eye contact.

"I don't know...." I tried not to smile. "I haven't had a decent ass pounding in quite awhile."

"Please..." I loved to hear him beg for it. "I really need it. I promise I'll do you next...in the shower...up against the wall...just the way you like it..."

My ass clenched involuntarily at the thought. When I got it, I liked it from behind. I would hold him to it.

"Assume the position." I leered at him. 

Obediently, Scott laid down on his back and lifted his legs for me to crawl in and lube up his tight little hole. No matter how much abuse it's had since we met, it still gripped my fingers.

He moaned as I worked two fingers in and out of him. I bent down to lick more of the tangy precum that was oozing from his dick. His taste and scent driving me wild with lust.

Finally, I eased my cock in between his cheeks and with one long slow thrust slid my entire length into him.

"Yesssssss." a tortured groan issued from my lover's lips ending in a hiss.

At first I kept my jabs slow and steady, but when he wantonly pushed back against me, I knew I could prod a little harder.

"Is this what you wanted?" I nipped his ear. "Is this what you need?"

"Oh yeah," he panted knowing I needed to hear it. "Fuck me, Baby"

"Fuck you how?" 

"Hard. Give it to me. I want to feel you cum inside me."

I knew just where to probe to get him howling like a madman. I poked at his sweet spot unrelentingly, his back arched up against me trying to take me deeper inside.

His growls and curses music to my ears.

I could feel my balls tensing up and a delicious heat begin to course through my groin. I slowed down just a bit to make it last. 

Scott was frantically trying to reach down to jack himself off. I'd kept hold of his wrist until I felt the moment was right. I released it and allowed him to do what he needed to bring on his release. I was so close myself.

"I'm gonna cum, Baby" I cried out. "I'm going to cum up your hot sexy ass."

Another whimper from my lover, his hand furiously working his meat in perfect time to my lunges.

"Oh, fucking yes!" he was almost sobbing now. "Don't stop! Don't stop!"

His head tossed from side to side as he shot his hot sticky load. Swearing with every shot.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

His orgasm triggered my own. I closed my eyes grunting my release. All the intense feelings for my lover driving me on. With every spasm I rammed my dick hard up in him splashing two days worth of my seed deep inside him.

I kissed his shoulder and worked my way up his neck after we took a moment to recover.

My more animalistic urges dissipating a bit and all the tender feelings coming through in a rush. We kissed.

"We both really needed that." he was rubbing my back. His beautiful eyes so full of his love for me. My throat tightened. Sometimes after such an orgasmic rush my emotions tended to come flooding close to the surface. I buried my face down into his throat and let him just hold me. I hated when he had to be away, but at the same time the sex when we reunited was always good.

"Come on." Scott sat up pulling me along with him. I loved it when he took charge.

"I can still use that shower and I think I made a promise to you. You up for it?"

Damn right I was.

I kissed him quickly and gave him a little nudge towards the bath.

"You get the water started, Love. I'll join you in just a minute."

I happened to remember that we had beer warming on the coffee table, not to mention my poor rose needed some water. We were definitely going to need a couple cold ones when we were through.

"O.K." he grinned impishly at me. "Don't be long."

Trust me I wasn't. However; what happened next is another story. ;D



Fire and Ice



You touch my shoulder and I turn to look up at You smiling. The look in Your eyes stops me in my tracks, smile fading, eyes instantly lowering. Silently, You stand and take my hand, pulling me with You.

"Master...." I start to ask, but I feel a finger on my lips quieting me and I know, there will be no talking tonight. I follow You closely up the stairs to the bedroom. You turn to me and look down into my eyes, leaning in and whispering, "Close your eyes sweet girl and keep them closed." I nod my head and let my eyes flutter closed, placing myself in Your hands, knowing You'll keep me safe. 

You lead me into the bedroom and sit me down on the edge of the bed leaning down to kiss me softly on the lips, whispering to me "Just breathe and relax lil girl, let Me take care of You tonight." 

I purr softly and nod my head, trying to relax into whatever it is You want from me. A blush rises over my cheeks as I realize that all Your attention is focused on me and I squirm a bit in my seat. Suddenly I feel Your hand in my hair, grasping tightly and pulling my face up to Yours. You kiss me deeply and thoroughly, tongue slipping into my mouth playing out what I know is to come later. 

You pull my head closer and kiss me deeper, slowly breathing through the kiss and gently sucking the breath from me. I gasp and lay my head back in Your hand letting You breathe for me, giving over even that most basic necessity for Your pleasure. 

You pull back and I feel myself falling forward into You loosing my balance. I hear You chuckle and feel Your hands on my waist, steadying me. I shiver as the cold air hits my chest, my shirt whisked off before I even have a chance to notice. You lay me back on the bed, hand behind my shoulders and kiss me deeply again sliding my pj's down and off so I am lying completely naked before You. 

I hear You suck in Your breath as You look me over and I squirm a little, feeling the heat of Your eyes traveling over my naked flesh. You lean in and kiss me again, one arm under my knees the other under my back lifting me into the center of the bed.

I take a deep breath, suddenly alone in the middle of the bed, struggling to keep my eyes closed. My head turns to the left as I hear a match striking and being lit, the acrid scent of the smoke filling my nose. I can hear You shuffling and my head follows You around the bed, trying to figure out what's going on, knowing I won't have to wait long. My body starts to shiver with anticipation and I feel Your hand on my shoulder, reassuring me. 

"Be still sweet girl," You tell me, "I don't want to have to tie You down. I want You to be a good girl for me."

I whimper and nod my head in silent agreement, willing my body to stop shaking and trying to hold myself still in mental bondage to You.

Without warning I suddenly feel a warm drop land on my skin just between my breasts followed by another and then a third. The hot wax splashes a little, leaving warm trails across my flesh. You bring the candle a little closer and the heat intensifies. Each drop sending little waves of heat and a slight sting through my body. 

I feel the wax traveling towards my right nipple, heat starting to sear my skin a bit as it inches closer and closer to the hardened bud. Just as the wax reaches the tip of my nipple I gasp and uncontrollably shudder as my left nipple is suddenly freezing, covered with ice. My body shakes, torn between the two sensations, mind reeling trying to process it all. 

You continue to cover my right nipple in a thick hot layer of wax while the ice melts on my left, freezing cold water running down my breast and over my belly. I moan loudly and You chuckle, I can almost see the smirk on Your lips though my eyes remain closed.

You shift Your weight and the two trails start to move together down my body, down over my breasts and criss crossing over my stomach. My body is slowly winning it's war against my mind and i'm struggling to stay still, the intense sensations You're creating threaten to push me over the edge. I moan loudly as the wax hits my mound, the heat making my body pulse. The ice lands there to meet it and once again the dichotomy of sensations makes me squirm. 

I feel You move between my legs and the wax gets closer to my clit, sending waves of intense heat into me. You lay down and lean on my thighs to hold me still, not even giving me a second to figure out what You're up to. At first I barely feel the cold of the ice cube being slipped inside me, I can only feel its shape as it pushes in deep, but that quickly changes. I lift my hips against You gasping and moaning deeply as i'm filled with a second freezing cold ice cube. 

"Hold them there lil girl, I don't want them slipping out," You say to me sliding Your fingers out. I nod and whimper, squeezing my muscles gently to keep the ice cubes in place. At that same moment You inch the candle closer to me wax getting even hotter on my mound, dripping hot trails onto my clit en-casing it in a wax cocoon. I squirm and groan, the heat almost too intense and You push down harder, holding me there making me take it. 

I can feel the ice melting and the cold water spilling out of me mixing with the hot wax covering the outside of my pussy and my head spins sending me floating off into subspace. 

You blow out the candle and lean in to kiss me deeply, Your arms wrapping around me, picking me up and settling me in Your lap facing You. Pulling me close I feel Your skin warm against mine heating the cool spots and soothing the hot spots and I moan softly into the kiss. Your hands travel up my back and dig into my hair, pulling me closer to You for another deep consuming kiss. 

I wrap my legs around You trying to get closer. Pussy aching and throbbing with need I grind my hips against You feeling You press back just as aroused as I am. Your lips travel down to kiss my neck and You whisper in my ear "Open your eyes little girl, I want to see the look in them as I take you hard."

My eyes flutter open and I blink a few times to get adjusted to the light. Looking up I see You staring down intently and I know that within a matter of seconds You will be buried deep inside me, once again claiming me as Your own. I wrap my arms and legs around You tightly and feel Your hands lifting my ass a bit, Your cock just resting against the opening of my pussy. I whimper and squirm trying to get You inside me anyway that I can.

"Is there something you want little girl?" You ask me.

Blushing I look up into Your eyes, "Yes Master......pleeease," I beg.

"Please what girl?" You ask me, smirking.

"Pleeeeeease Master, please fuck me....i need You inside me"

You smile at me and without saying a word push Yourself deep into me with one thrust. I moan loudly and buck against You. You're hot inside me in sharp contrast with the freezing cold of the last bit of the ice still hidden there. The cold has made me very tight and it feels like You're splitting me open. 

You hold my hips firmly down against Yours looking into my eyes. Feeling me so close to the edge You hold perfectly still, not letting me move an inch, just keeping Yourself deep inside me. Leaning in close You whisper to me in a soft encouraging voice, "Wait pet, hold on....not yet....wait for Master, be a good girl for me," and then a little harsher, "don't you dare cum yet."

I moan loudly and nod my head, breathing deep and doing my best to obey. You start to move and the twitching of Your cock inside me is nearly my undoing. You fuck me deep and slow at first melting the last of the ice inside me and I can feel the cold water rushing out of me as You push back in deep. I wrap my legs around You tighter thrusting back, starting to pick up the pace a little bit. 

You feel me grinding against You and hold my hips tight, controlling the pace, making me wait. I suddenly feel one of Your hands between us, flicking at the wax covering my clit and I moan loudly pushing hard against You.

You look down into my eyes watching for that moment, still peeling the wax from my pussy, rubbing a little harder on my clit. I squirm and whimper on Your cock, breathing deep to try and control my response to You. You start to fuck me a little faster, nails digging into my hips as You grab me firmly. 

I moan louder and look up into Your eyes begging for release. Your cock twitches as You see the look in my eyes and know that i'm close. You growl and lean in close, nipping at my neck. "Cum for me sweet girl, now."



Fire and Ice



There's no easy way to say this, but I'm not who you think I am. I belong to a secret organization that protects people from Unnaturals. Unnaturals are like us, but they have gone to the dark side. I work for a company owned by rich private investors that even governments don't know about. In our little sector, in the mass web of others, there are seven including me. Each one of us has a supernatural ability, so unique that there's only one of us. Our DNA cannot be duplicated, and when we died our powers die with us. Lucky for Nathan, he's an immortal. Maybe if he's blown to bits he'll die, but I don't want to find out. Anyways, where are my manners? I'm Rosemary, but I hate my name. So Rose is just fine. Fire is my specialty. Period. I can produce and control fire. Once I was so pissed off I went up in flames. Nothing like wrath from a woman scorned, uh? I have fire red-brown long hair (it's really a weird color), dark brown eyes that turns into a crimson red-orange color, a nice curvy and toned figure, and standing at a whopping height of five feet. I am so short! It's just not fair! When compared to Nathan, I'm a midget. It sucks.

Well, I'm seeing one of my teammates secretly, and we've been together for some time. Annabelle, the perfect specimen of an extraordinary woman of unquestionable power. She has shoulder length, wavy dark blonde hair, the brightest blue eyes like the ocean, flawless creamy skin, and has the smile that would make people smile on their worst days. She is the one and only that fully completes and fills my emptiness. Yet to each other we are what kryptonite is to Superman when we get into heated arguments. Annabelle has the ability of ice and water. Ironic. I believe our love for one another can conquer our weaknesses. I am just sick and tired of hiding our relationship, but a relationship with the same sex is strictly forbidden within our company. Love is love; the gender of your partner doesn't matter, in my opinion. The consequences of Annabelle and I having a relationship would be so severe, I wouldn't be able to live to see another day. I don't even want to think about what they would do to her. I would give up my life any day for her to live, even if it's just one more day.

Our next assignment was ridiculous. There was a rapid wild fire spreading across the western United States. That's why there are people who are firefighters. I was obligated to help anyway; better the environment, even though wild fires help enrich the soil and what not. I had a major plus side to working this case, I finally got to team up with Annabelle, just me and her. Our plan was simple, she would make the clouds heavy with rain, and I would simmer the uncontrollable spreading flames. Perfect, it would take us no time at all, and then we could enjoy the rest of the day to ourselves. Sadly, the entire task took longer than I had expected. It took more than a few hours because the fire was fucking huge! Sorry, forgive my little outburst. Annabelle's the much calmer and soothing one. After we finished battling the flames with the firefighters, by the way we were dressed like them for camouflage, we headed back to our sector. It was pretty funny when we strode down the hallway, smelling like a horrible barbeque, to report to Nathan, who is also our team leader. Thankfully, we both could go home, especially to shower. Annabelle and I have our work routine pretense to a "t". No eye contact, or any contact for that matter. From an outsider's point of view, he/she would think that we were only co-workers, and that everything was strictly just business. It's great. Anna, her nickname, and I agreed to meet at my cozy apartment in a little while. Anna already has the keys so I don't have to worry about letting her in. My most prized possession is a beautiful red rose entrapped in crystal clear ice, of course, a present from Annabelle. I keep it in the freezer, funny were I keep one of my deepest treasures. I shredded my work attire and took an icy cold shower. Did I mention that I was always burning up? 

While still in the shower, I heard Anna walk in and then toss her things onto the couch. Suddenly, the shower head was blasting powerful jet-streams of water onto my body. Ouch! I opened the shower door to see Annabelle laughing close to tears. 

"Hey lady, you better stop that or I'll turn you into steam!" I shouted at her laughter.

"Oooo such big talk from a small little fireball," she teased.

"Watch it, babe. I may be small, but I'm mighty," I said right back.

I was shocked; Anna turned the water blasts into sharp flesh-cutting ice. She was so asking for it. The ice melted before it reached my burning chest, arms, and stomach. Thank goodness it didn't go any lower.

"Baby, don't fuck with fire...cause eventually you'll get burned!" I said sternly.

"Umm...not since the last time," she said to no one in particular. Shit! The last time we were in bed, I accidentally burned her because she was teasing the fuck out of me. Key word: accidentally. Her stinging sensation was over before I could say, "I'm sorry." It was funny after the fact.

I finally got out of shower, clean and fresh. I went to the living room to find Annabelle shivering on the couch. I'm always burning up, and she's always freezing her ass off. I picked up the movie blanket, warmed it up for her, and wrapped her up in it. She thanked me with an icy kiss. When I broke the kiss, I let out an icy stream of air; I loved it when she did that.

"Are you hungry? I'm making a little snack. Grilled cheese?" I called out to her from the kitchen.

"That would be wonderful. That stupid wild fire kicked me in the ass."

"Yup you said it. It was stupid alright."

Four slices of bread with butter and two slices of cheddar in each. Just a little heat; mmm...nice and toasty. I rarely use the stove or oven. I don't even have a microwave. Fire's so convenient. I placed the delicious sandwiches on plates, grabbed two Pepsis, and into the living room I went.

I looked at Annabelle's icy blank stare. It was unusual for her eyes to have a glossy gleam to them.

"Are you ok? Is everything alright?" I said gently.

"Uh...yeah. I'm alright. Everything's just fine now."

Well, ok then, I thought. We devoured the sandwiches within minutes, and washed it all down with Pepsi. We sat in silence for a while. I guess it was nice to hear absolutely nothing, but the rhythmic tick of the clock. Out of the blue, Anna said huskily, "Well, since we're both nice, clean, and smoke-free...Do you wanna get dirty?" All I could do was laugh, and give her an oh-really-now look. With her eyebrows doing a little dance, she nodded enthusiastically. She looked like a kid eager to open a surprise present; it was hilarious. I stopped laughing instantly as she forced me down on the couch like a wave. Umm...sex on the living room couch, we haven't done that yet, I thought. Let's see on the kitchen counter, in the shower, on the floor, and in the bedroom of course.

Our bodies molded perfectly together; together we were also the perfect temperature. Her body cooled mine as I melted her coldness. Our tongues danced in between our wanting mouths as my hands roamed over her back and sexy bottom. Since she was in between my legs, every now and then, I would grind my mound into hers. I was rewarded with little moans of pleasure. We undressed each other slowly one piece of clothing at a time. Our love making progressed from wild hot passionate animal sex, when we first started, to tender, sweet, and loving sex. Yet the sparks of ultimate pleasure were still there. 

I cupped her creamy breasts, and kissed and licked her delicious neck. Moans and quicken breaths escaped her savory mouth. I began kissing my way down towards a hard, erect nipple. I licked and sucked on each of her little knobs sending goose bumps all over her priceless body. She pulled me up for a harder and more urgent kiss, and lay me down again. She nibbled my earlobe which sent electric like currents throughout my body. My ears and neck are my most sensitive spots, they drive me crazy. While caressing my 36Cs, she made love to my ear with her tongue. I was squirming beneath her holding on, with my eyes rolling back, I almost came with her skilled tongue probing deep into my ear. The waves of sensation were absolutely blissful. After her assault on my ear, she kissed her way down my chest and navel, and ended up at my dripping sex. With only light licks and kisses she sent shivers up my spine. I was growing wetter by the second. As soon as her tongue came into contact with my throbbing hard clit, I came. She quickly lapped up the juices flowing from my pussy. It was so sexy to see her in between my legs. I came again as she slid fingers easily into me, and licked me into oblivion. Lust took control of me, as my hands entangled in her gorgeous blonde locks, pulled her harder into me. The pleasure was unbelievable; we could do this all day and night, I thought. After another mind blowing orgasm subsided, I pulled her up for a kiss.

After what seemed like minutes, I broke the kiss and mumbled, "That was completely wonderful. Now it's your turn." I gave her my best I'm-going-to-make-you-scream sexy look.

I asked her to get on her knees and bend over onto the back of the couch. I stood up off the couch and started to kiss her neck while slipping fingers into her hot wet sex. Her raspy breaths and moans made me go faster in and out of her. Just when I felt she was about to explode, I removed my fingers. I got a little whimper and plea. Sorry, but I'm not going to let her come so soon. I kissed my way down her slender back and ass. I stopped at her entrance feeling warmth rise from her dripping and awaiting pussy. I pulled her lips apart and began licking up and down each and every crevasse. Her beautiful moans of pleasure were music to my ears. My tongue drove deeper into her wanting pussy while my fingers made tiny circles on her pulsing clit. I stopped when she was about to come again. I'm such a teaser. How bad of me. I could sense that she was about to drown me in ten feet of water, so I started sucking on her clit and caressing her breast and ass at the same time. Within seconds she was screaming and coming like Niagara Falls. I happily lick her clean; she tasted wonderful. I was in a different state of being, and then my knees brought me back into reality. They hurt from kneeling on the floor. 

"Why don't we go to bed?" I suggested. As I started to turn towards my bedroom, she spun me around and kissed me. With my hands locked around her neck, and hers on my waist we kissed for what seemed like forever. When we both started walking toward my bed, little pin like sensations attacked my feet. My feet probably fell asleep as I was kneeling. "Ouch, ouch, ouch!" I said with each step. Anna gave me a questionable look. "My feet fell asleep," I replied. She just started to laugh. Go figure she would. I sent a little fireball toward her. She saw it coming and extinguished it, and drenched me from head to toe. I should've seen that coming, but no worries. Within seconds, the water droplets evaporated into air. Next, I just tackled her onto my comfy queen sized bed. We both ended up laughing in each others arms.

We got comfortable in the silky sheets waiting for sleep to overcome us. I sensed that we would be interrupted somehow later.

I awoke to the ringing of my cell phone. I knew it as I glanced at the caller ID. Nathan probably wanted me on an emergency case. Great, just great, there goes my nap. Anna woke up to the ringing also, I signaled a shhh. 

"Hello," I answered.

"Thank God, you picked up Rose!" Nathan sounded urgent.

"This better be good, Nathan. You woke me up from a wonderful dream," I said.

"It's not good, not good at all. I need you to get down here as soon as you can, Rose."

"Why? What's the big rush?" I replied, still annoyed.

"It's your brother, Kilyk. He's been murdered."



Fire and Ice



Lia jerked awake in fear, struggling when she felt the ties holding her arms. Confused, she looked up to see silken cords binding her hands to the scrolled iron headboard. Looking down she realized her legs were bound as well, spread wide against the sheets. She was also naked. Her heart raced as she began to struggle to free herself. It was no use. She collapsed on the bed in frustration as she realized the futility of her struggle. As her breathing calmed she began to take stock of her surroundings. She was lying on an enormous bed, draped with silken curtains at its four posts. Narrow tables of various heights were scattered around the room, filled with flickering candles.

Hearing the door open, she turned her head to see what fate awaited her. Her pulse quickened as she realized Sean was the room. He was completely unclothed, his golden skin glowing in the candlelight. The play of the light over his muscles was intoxicating as she found herself staring at him. He came to the foot of the bed to gaze upon her. Her cheeks reddened as she became very aware of her nudity.

Sean stared at Lia as she lay there, spread before him like an exotic present. Her creamy skin looked sweet enough to eat, and her beauty sent a surge of heat through his loins. Her rose-tipped breasts were full and inviting. Her nipples hardened under his gaze, sending another wave of desire through him. Her narrow ribcage gave way to a trim waist. There, spread for his pleasure was her feminine center, completely smooth and soft. Her slender legs struggled against her bindings as she sought to cover herself. Her mixed fear and desire was a powerful aphrodisiac as he continued to watch her.

Walking to the side of the bed, Sean sat down and looked at Lia patiently until she met his gaze. "Trust me, Lia" he said softly. Her eyes filled with tears as she struggled to do as he asked. He bent and carefully kissed her lips, touching no other part of her body. As she parted her lips in reaction his tongue delved into her warm mouth, caressing her tongue. She moaned as he made love to her mouth with his own. Her body tightened in response, her nipples hardening further. He pulled away to stare at her again. The desire in his eyes calmed her fears as she tried to accept her silken bondage. 

He reached behind her head and picked up a silk scarf. Holding it carefully he drew its end down her body, watching her skin react to the gentle touch. He then gathered it in his hands and gently tied it over Lia's eyes, causing her chest to rise as her breath quickened in panic. "Easy...." He murmured, entranced by her movements. 

Reaching for a cup that rested on the nearest table, he used his fingers to pull out a glistening ice cube. He touched the cold cube to her swollen lips, nearly groaning when she jumped and then timidly licked the ice. He slid the cube down the column of her neck watching her skin react to the cold. Sliding it further down he slowly swirled it around her right breast up to her taut nipple. He swirled it around the rosy tip for several seconds as Lia began to writhe before him. He slid the ice cube over to her left breast which was nearest him, and pleasures that nipple the same way. Unable to resist himself, he quickly placed his lips over the chilled tip and began to lave it with his tongue. Lia whimpered with desire as the heat of his mouth drew surges of pleasure from within her. He sat back up and again applied the ice, aroused by her response.

Shifting position he continued to slide the ice cube down her firm stomach, and along the curve of her hip. Her body tensed in anticipation and he did not disappoint. Climbing over her leg he ever so gently started to slide the cube along her folds, drawing a mewling sound from her throat. Using his other hand he carefully spread her skin to reveal that rosy pearl of pleasure to his gaze. Slowly he slid the cube around that point, drawing sounds of pleasure from her. Her clit grew firmer as he aroused it mercilessly with the melting ice. He could see the juices beginning to flow from her glistening opening as he continued to stroke her with the remnants of ice. 

As the ice melted he paused to grab another cube from the cup, watching Lia writhe before him in frustration. Leaning forward he blew a gentle breath across her inflamed flesh and nearly groaned at her frantic reaction. Using the fresh cube he teased her clit again, driving her over the edge into orgasm. Her body spasmed and her juices dampened the sheets. He used the ice to bring her again and again as she moaned and panted before him. 

Suddenly he leaned forward and slid the ice into her warm slit as he took her clit into his mouth with a hot vengeance. She screamed uncontrollably as she came under his mouth and around his fingers. He thrust his fingers into her tight sheath as he suckled and licked her pearl mercilessly. His body was inflamed by her passionate response, and his member quivered against his thigh. 

Unable to contain himself he pulled his mouth away and drove his shaft into her tight sheath. She bucked beneath him, unable to withstand the pleasure of him filling her at last. He growled with desire as he felt her muscles clenching him tighter and tighter. The combination of the cool ice and her moist heat undid him as he spilled himself within her warmth. The force of his pleasure left him trembling as her muscles continued to clutch him. Moments passed as they both recovered from this incredible experience. His head lay upon her chest, listening to its rapid beat. Sleep overtook them as they enjoyed the glow of candles and love.



Fire and Ice



Leading you into the bedroom, I kiss every inch of newly exposed skin as I slowly undress you. Once I have you completely naked I lay you back on the middle of the bed. I place your hands and feet at the corners of the bed and secure them with silk ties. You can feel yourself stretched out, completely exposed to my lustful gaze. Instinctively you pull against the restraints in an effort to cover yourself but find them to be unyielding. With a gentle brush of my lips on yours I slide the blindfold over your eyes and envelop you in darkness.

You are aware of many sensations, or are you imagining them? Light breezes of air across your body... is that my breath or just the air in the room? You feel something, a feather perhaps, lightly trace the contours of your arms from wrist to shoulder, gently caressing your outstretched limbs. It follows down your sides, under the arms to the hips, around your thighs, across your stomach, between your breasts and up your neck. Then you feel it all repeated with my fingers. I can see your body start to react.

You feel something cold and liquid-like fall on your abdomen, just above your pussy. I continue to pour it in a line straight up your stomach, between your breasts, up your chest and neck, all the way to the tip of your chin. Then you feel something cool down on your stomach again, tracing the exact same route slowly. It is slightly rough, with an unknown texture and shape. I slide it straight up your torso, pushing it up against you, all the way up your neck and off your chin. I push it against your lips and you open them, allowing me to pop the strawberry, newly covered with chocolate syrup, into your mouth. I give you a couple seconds to chew on your treat when all of a sudden you feel my tongue just above your pussy, licking at the remaining chocolate. I slowly work my way up, cleaning up all the syrup and teasing you. I flatten my tongue and lap up your body, licking all the way up, ending by sliding my chocolaty tongue into your mouth for a slow, sensual kiss.

Next you feel my lips on your ankle. Slowly I work my way up your leg licking, sucking, nibbling, and kissing. I slide up your calf to your knee, and then your inner thigh. Nibbling and licking closer, closer to your pussy. Finally I reach the top of your leg. You feel my hot breath on your pussy lips as my mouth gets closer and closer. Suddenly, my mouth passes right by your pussy and I sink my teeth into your other leg, biting your upper inner thigh.

I release my bite and next you feel my tongue and lips at your other ankle. I repeat the whole process on your other leg, feasting my way up your outstretched limb, sucking and biting your skin. Finally I reach the top of this leg, the bite in your thigh still fresh in your mind. As my breath reaches your pussy again you expect me to pass over it and bite the first leg. That's when you feel it: ice on your nipples. The sudden frozen sensations on your breasts make you jump in surprise and THEN I sink my teeth into your upper inner thigh, growling as your body twists against my teeth and the ice.

I begin licking your pussy lips, tracing my tongue up and down your slit. As I kneel between your legs I reach back and untie the restraints around your ankles, freeing your legs. I take my throbbing cock and rub it up and down your pussy, smacking your clit with the head. As I tease you by pushing in just the tip and sliding back and forth against the walls of your pussy I can hear you exhale the word "finally..." with a soft moan. I pull my cock head out and you can feel me ready to push forward into you. But instead of pushing my cock into you I place the ice cube between your pussy lips. In surprise at the unexpected coldness you plant your feet on the bed and buck upwards. Anticipating your move, I have my cock positioned perfectly, and as you thrust your hips forward your momentum actually causes you to impale yourself on my cock. As I sink deep into your pussy you can feel my fat cock shove that ice cube all the way inside you.

Grinding my body against yours I begin fucking you mercilessly. Our chests press against each other as I bury my face against your neck and repeatedly slam my thick, hard shaft in and out of your tight wet pussy. Your legs wrap around my waist and your heels dig into my ass, urging me deeper. As I thrust powerfully into your pussy I growl and bite your neck, sinking my teeth into your tender flesh. The sensations drive you crazy and you also bite, driving your teeth into my shoulder. I need to be inside you, I need to fuck you, I need to take you and make you mine. You need me deep inside you, you need me to fill you and own you. We need our two bodies to become one.

Our passionate animalistic fucking drives us towards the edge. Hips thrusting and grinding, bodies slamming together, our lust consumes us. My heavy balls smack against your ass with each powerful slam deep into your pussy. Your pussy lips stretch around my thick shaft as I thrust in and out of you. Our grunts and moans increase as we explode into orgasm. Our climaxes wash over us together. With a final grunt we sink our teeth into each other and let loose. Grinding our hips together, my cock pulses inside you as I flood your pussy with my hot cum. Your pussy quivers and shakes, clenching around my cock and milking every last drop out of me.

As we pant and come back to earth I reach up and untie your wrists and remove the blindfold. As we kiss and cuddle, our fingers continue to lightly tease each other and we bask in post-orgasmic bliss. Once we feel confident in our ability to use our legs again, I stand up and pull you up to me for a kiss. Come on babe, time for a shower...



Fire and Ice



I remember, as a child, when my mother explained to me that the best way to pick a gift for someone was to think of what you yourself would want to receive. A nice sentiment - and a good lesson, and a helpful one for the best friend's 10th birthday - but one which some people take a bit too literally. My boyfriend, for example. His Christmas gift to me was a long ski weekend with him and some of his buddies. We would be leaving the following day.

Not that I didn't appreciate the thought - a break from the usual rush of urban life sounded nice. Oh, but there was the fact that I'd never skied before. That he and his buddies were all avid skiers. That I'd feel like a third, or fourth, or fifth wheel - the awkward girlfriend who couldn't ski - on what should have been a romantic getaway. But I smiled nonetheless, gave him a hug and a peck on the cheek, and told him I'd start packing right away.

I really can't complain. Jacob's a great boyfriend. He's successful, funny, charming, and never stingy when it comes to buying me nice things or taking us out for a great night on the town. He's my first serious relationship, really. We'd been together for almost three years, ever since we met as seniors in college. But there were these moments of insensitivity that did make me wonder. If he were truly 'the one', wouldn't he think twice before assuming that what was fun for him and the guys would automatically be romantic for me? That a skiing weekend would be the appropriate Christmas gift for his non-skiing girlfriend of three years?

The next day, we had a wonderful long drive into the mountains, leaving behind the rain of the city and arriving just before dark in the snowy wonderland that would be our home for the next few days. Any bitterness I had quickly melted away when I saw the lodge. It was spectacular and cozy all at once. The huge living room was completely wood-filled, with the exception of the stunning stone fireplace which reached from floor to vaulted ceiling. One wall was entirely windows, showcasing the beautiful mountain vista. Each of the four bedrooms was just big enough for the king-size bed that filled it, and the kitchen was completely appointed with everything we'd need for the long weekend.

We arrived before any of Jacob's buddies, and he responded to the solitude just as I'd expected him to, glancing my direction as soon as we'd dropped our luggage on the floor, and then saying, "I'll race ya!"

We ran to the nearest bedroom, jumped onto the bed, and he quickly tore at my clothes. I reached down to find him already hard, as he roughly fondled my firm breasts and kissed my neck. After just a few more moments, we had extricated ourselves from enough of our clothes to do the deed, and his lips found mine as he quickly fingered me, taking just enough time to ensure I was wet enough to fuck.

I love Jacob, and it never has taken me long to get turned on, but I couldn't help thinking, as I often do, whether he couldn't sometimes take a bit more time, take the time to pleasure me the way I happily respond to his requests to take his cock into my mouth, licking and sucking for minutes on end if that is his desire. But I didn't dwell on this for long. Before I knew it, he was deep inside of me, plunging in and out for a few moments before rolling us over on the comfy, quilted bed so that I could ride him until we both came. Our moans echoed through the empty lodge as we quickened our pace, and before much longer, I collapsed to the bed next to him, my pussy filled with his cum.

"Thanks again for the present, Jacob. I'm sure this will be a great trip."

"You bet, Chelsie. I know you'll have a great time. And hey, it's about time you learned to ski!"

Just a few minutes later, after we'd tidied up the bedroom and begun unpacking, Jacob's friends pulled up outside and piled in to the lodge, laying claim on each of the remaining bedrooms and taking in the view, while Jacob and I started on dinner. Not much later, after the sun had set and the glorious vistas had been replaced with darkness punctuated by stars and the glow of the moonlight on the snow, we were gathered around the fire, telling old stories, drinking wine, and enjoying the company of friends.

It wasn't until the next morning that I had to face that we'd be parting ways - Jacob and his buddies were headed off to challenge the toughest slopes, while I plodded through the snow in my uncomfortably new boots in search of an instructor. It would have been easier if Jacob didn't feel the need to patronize me just to get a few laughs from his buddies.

"Don't worry, honey, you'll be fine. Once you learn to stop, skiing's really not that hard. I'm sure you can find an instructor who's not too bored teaching you the basics. And hey, if you chicken out, you can always come back to the lodge early and have dinner ready for us when we get back!"

Ha, ha, ha. I gave him a playful punch in the shoulder and headed out the door. As I trudged off through the snow in my cute new snowsuit - OK, so clothes and gear had been part of Jacob's generous gift - I suppressed my fear of plummeting down steep slopes to my death, doing my best to replace it with my competitive desire to show the guys that I could in fact learn to ski, and even join them on the tough slopes by the end of the weekend.

I did like the way I looked in the fitted pink snowsuit with snow-white faux fur. My long blonde hair blew in the cold mountain breeze, and I could feel my nose and cheeks growing rosy as I could see more of my breath with each step. It was with the most confident swagger I could muster that I stood in line with the tweens half my age and waited to grab the rope that would pull me up the bunny slope. The ultimate in forced humility.

It wasn't until my second or third trip that I felt his eyes on me - the tall, slender guy standing at the top of the hill. He smiled broadly when our eyes met, and as I clearly couldn't maneuver well enough on skis to go over to him, he easily skied down to meet me instead. As he approached, I immediately noticed that he was unusually attractive.

"Hello there. Couldn't help but notice such a beautiful young woman." It was obviously a line, but delivered with such simple confidence that it didn't occur to me to bristle. "You must be a beginner?"

"Yup, that's me."

"Well, you've caught the eye of the right person - I'm an instructor here, currently without a student. If you'd like to get away from the pre-teen crowd, I'd be happy to work with you!"

"Really? Um, sure, that sounds great!"

"Alright, follow me. My name's Jim, by the way."

I reached out a mittened hand to shake his, and looked up into his deep blue eyes. He was significantly taller than I - probably 6'1" to my 5'4" - and in fabulous shape.

"I'm Chelsie, nice to meet you!"

He led me to the chair lift and we began chatting, Jim sharing what had brought him to this resort as an instructor. I quickly learned that he was 42 and already retired from a successful first career, which gave him the freedom to work here, just for fun. He then asked what had led me to learn to ski as an adult.

"Well, I'm here with my boyfriend and his buddies - the trip was his Christmas gift to me, although he's much more of a skier."

"Ah, so you're on your own to learn while they go for the tough stuff?"

"That's about right."

"Well, don't worry, there's really just a few basics to learn - mainly, how not to kill yourself - and then it's just a matter of practice so you feel comfortable up there."

I looked at him once again, studying the features of his chiseled face, and then guiltily averted my glance, thinking of Jacob. I was attached, after all. Shouldn't be so easily distracted by a sexy ski instructor. What was wrong with me - maybe the altitude? I chuckled at the silliness of my thoughts. Altitude, indeed.

"Hmm, what's funny?"

"Oh, nothing!" I made the mistake of looking down, then eloquently expressed myself, "Yikes!"

"Yeah, best not to look down. People will do all kinds of things on this long, slow ride to the top to keep from thinking about the height." He looked at me with a twinkle in his eye.

As my mind wandered once again, he continued matter-of-factly, "So, we're almost there, let's start concentrating on getting out of the chair. Remember, everything keeps moving, and will take you right with it, so you need to jump out with some confidence. I'll give you a hand this first time so you can see what it feels like."

His left hand clutched mine and his right arm cradled my back, and he gave me a gentle push as we reached the top, our skis meeting the snow as we lifted ourselves out of the chair.

"Now, are you confident about how to slow down and stop?" I caught him looking at my chest, before his eyes quickly darted upward to meet mine. Ah, so the attraction was mutual. Interesting.

"Yes, I think so."

"Alright, so let's head down. I'll stay with you, and don't worry, as long as you're not going too fast, you really can't hurt yourself when you fall. This powder is fairly soft, and you're wearing lots of layers. Just a bruised ego, I promise."

I smiled, and timidly started down the hill. It couldn't have been more than 20 feet before I fell for the first time. Not because of reckless speed, mind you. More because I was going so slowly that gravity was more powerful than my momentum. Jim helped me up. Another 50 feet or so, another fall. Jim helped me up once again, faster skiers now buzzing by on either side of us. Finally, I started to feel a bit more confident, and made it nearly to the bottom of the slope before falling again, this time one of my skis becoming lodged in a mound of snow.

Jim fell down - well, a controlled fall - next to me, with many words of moral support. "You're doing great. Better already. You'll be a pro in no time."

In my struggle to free myself from the snow, I simply made my situation worse, covering myself with more snow and burying my ski even deeper. Jim laughed, and put his hand on my shoulder in an effort to calm me down. My eyes met his, longingly, and he leaned in to kiss me. Before our lips met, he stopped himself.

"I'm sorry, Chelsie. I don't know what I was thinking. You have a boyfriend. I shouldn't..."

Before he could finish his sentence, I lifted up my head and kissed him passionately. His hand moved from my shoulder to my chest, squeezing one of my breasts through the downy fabric of my snow suit. I dropped my ski pole and caressed his face, other skiers still racing past us as we embraced. My own actions shocked me - I had never done anything so impulsive in my life, certainly not in full public view - but I made no attempt to stop. I had a pure animal attraction for this man that I'd never experienced before. 

"Wow, Chelsie," he said breathily as I finally let him up for air, "there's a little naughtiness hidden behind that innocent persona of yours!"

"I think I'm just discovering that myself!"

"Well, what do you say we finish up today's lesson, get you home for some rest, and then pick up tomorrow where we left off?"

"Sounds good to me!"

**********

I could think of nothing that night but Jim. As the guys and I made dinner, and I listened to exaggerated stories of their skiing glory, it was all I could do to keep from touching myself, still feeling his hands and lips on my body, imagining what tomorrow would bring.

Was it the beauty of the mountains, unfamiliar to a city girl like me, that brought such feelings to the surface? Was it being so far out of my comfort zone, suddenly being faced with learning to do something I never thought I'd do? Was it that I assumed I'd never see Jim again after the next few days - what happened on the slopes stayed on the slopes? Was I just that unsatisfied with my boyfriend?

That last thought aside, that night, I couldn't keep my hands off of Jacob. He was tired, he said. But my touch soon convinced him that there was no way he was THAT tired. Thinking of Jim the entire time, I set out to give Jacob the best blow job of his life. I started with just my hands, rubbing and stroking his shaft and balls for a few minutes, before taking his entire length into my mouth and holding him there as I sucked, moving my head back and forth to change the sensations for him. 

I pulled away for just long enough to get some air, and then began moving up and down on him, slow strokes from his tip down to his base, my nose tickled by his pubic hair each time I reached the bottom of my motion. As he approached orgasm, I pulled back, straddling him and fingering myself as he watched, his hard cock glistening as he waited for me to lower myself onto him.

I didn't care that his friends could hear me moan as I fingered my clit. Didn't care that I was making him wait longer than I would have in the past. His wide eyes told me he didn't mind, that he enjoyed watching me. And I didn't care that while looking at him, while lowering myself onto him, I was thinking of another man, a man I'd just barely met but who had awakened passion I never knew I had.

Neither of us lasted very long once I began bouncing up and down on him, and after just a few short moments, I collapsed to the bed next to him, giving him a peck on the cheek before promptly falling asleep. My dreams were filled with fantasies of Jim. I slept soundly, my desire quenched for the time being, but couldn't wait to see what tomorrow would bring my way.

**********

After breakfast, the boys and I once again parted ways, and I jogged as fast as my ski boots would let me to meet Jim at the bottom of the chair lift. We would pick up where we left off, he had said. My heart pounded when I saw him. "Good morning, Jim," I said, looking up into his eyes with a sultry smile.

"Well, good morning, Chelsie. Ready for your next lesson?"

"Oh, yeah. I'm ready for whatever you'd like to teach me."

"Well, let's get at it, then. Ready for the lift again?"

"Lead the way."

We walked the few steps over to the lift, and I noticed that he let a few chairs pass by empty before helping me climb into ours. As soon as we were settled, he took my hand in his and put it on his thigh, and spoke once my eyes met his. "I haven't been able to get you out of my mind since yesterday, Chelsie."

"Me too," I said, allowing my hand to slowly travel towards his crotch, where I discovered a bulge already developing. "So, you mentioned yesterday that people will try almost anything to avoid looking down. Anything specific you'd suggest?" I began to stroke his cock in a regular, firm rhythm.

I think you're already on to something. Here, let me assist." He unzipped the pants of his snow suit and fished his cock out of his boxers.

Even though I knew what he had in mind - hell, I'd been fantasizing about it all morning - I still found myself a little nervous as I actually leaned over and took him into my mouth. There was nobody in the chair immediately in front of or behind us, but still, if anyone was watching, it would be more than obvious what we were doing. As soon as that thought formed in my mind, though, I found myself more excited than nervous. Here I was, never before the adventurous type, giving a blow job on a ski lift to a man I'd just met the day before.

Knowing that my time was limited, I approached my task with great enthusiasm, feeling him grow longer and harder as I bobbed up and down, taking his full length into my mouth with each stroke. I held on to the chair with one hand - his gentle advice when I let go for a moment - and stroked his balls with the other. He moaned in pleasure, encouraging me, suggesting when I could move faster, slower, before finally warning me that we were close to the top and would need to stop.

With a whimper, I reluctantly pulled away from him, disappointed that I couldn't bring him to orgasm, but also sure that he had something else in mind to bring us both some satisfaction. He managed to squeeze his still-hard cock back into his boxers and zip his pants just in time for us to get off the chair, zipping his jacket to hide his obvious erection. With more people now within earshot, he put on his professional ski instructor voice once again, picking up where we'd left off on THAT activity the day before.

"OK, so let's try this same slope again, see if you can get a little more distance and speed than yesterday."

"Yes, sir," I said with a smile, and took off a little faster than my day-old skiing skills were really prepared for, inspired by our naughtiness on the lift. After just a few seconds, though, I realized I was in over my head, and screamed for his help as I tried to remember how to stop myself.

"I'm right behind you, Chelsie, don't worry."

Comforting as his voice was, I was still a bit panicked, and although I didn't hurt myself, I did fall rather dramatically, landing a bit off the beaten path in a pile of snow. What was it he had said yesterday? Oh, that's right: bruised ego. A few seconds later, he pulled up next to me in a controlled stop, disconnected my skis from my boots, freed himself from his own skis, and pulled me to my feet, took my hand, guiding me behind a snow drift.

We were now just out of sight of the skiers sailing down the slopes, but could still hear them, and I was very aware of still being outside, in public. Jim slipped my coat off my shoulders, and it fell to the ground below me. He then pulled me into a passionate embrace, pressing my body into his and kissing me deeply. Cold as the air might have been, I melted helplessly into him.

Now he guided me to the ground, my jacket giving me a bit of a cushion against the snow as I sat down, before he knelt before me. "It's time for me to return your favor, Chelsie."

"Really?"

He answered wordlessly, unzipping my snow pants and sliding them down my thighs just far enough to give him access, without exposing too much of my skin to the frigid air. He massaged me through my panties for a few moments before finally pushing the fabric aside, crouching closer to me, and kissing my pussy lips for the first time.

I'd been with several guys, first in college, then with Jacob, but never anyone who had taken the time to truly pleasure me orally, and I couldn't help but moan aloud as he began to kiss, to lick, to stroke me with his tongue. Once again, I didn't care who could hear, whose curiosity might cause them to peer over the snow bank and find me, exposed to the elements. I was completely in the moment, and Jim had me completely under his spell.

After just a few minutes, he brought me to a powerful orgasm, during which I had to cover my mouth with my hand, biting into my flesh to avoid screaming out. Moans were one thing -- screams were likely to bring completely unwanted attention to us. The last thing I wanted at this point was an interruption -- I wanted nothing more than to have him deep inside of me.

Fortunately, my desires were soon reality. Giving me just a few moments to recover from my climax, Jim freed his cock from his snow pants, positioned himself over me, and began rubbing against my dripping wet pussy lips. It wasn't long before I couldn't bear the wait, and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him deep inside of me in one smooth stroke.

Once again I couldn't help but moan in pleasure, but this time he stopped my vocalizations with a long, passionate kiss. After a few moments in this relatively traditional position, he pulled out of me momentarily, shifted me to my side, and spooned me from behind, lifting my leg just enough to enter me once more. He had expertly positioned us so that my jacket shielded our bare skin from direct contact with the snow, and began the slow strokes which would bring us both to a powerful climax.

We remained there, resting on the snow, for what seemed like minutes, before the cold eventually forced us to move from our cozy embrace. He whispered in my ear that he was sorry, but he had a class to teach, so he would have to leave me for the rest of the day. I in turn assured him that we could continue once again the next day, my last of this remarkable trip to the slopes.




Fire and Ice



**********

It wasn't until that final morning that I learned of the plans Jacob had made with his friends. They were going to take his buddy Jake's SUV and make the short trip to the resort which was about 20 miles down the road. They were leaving fairly early, and wouldn't be back until late afternoon, when we'd need to head home.

Jacob broke this news as if he assumed I'd have the typical girlfriend tantrum -- but what about me, how come you never pay attention to me, etc. -- but fortunately for him, I intended to make the most of his absence, so didn't give him any trouble whatsoever.

"No problem, Jacob. I've actually found a ski instructor who I've really enjoyed working with, and he has time to work with me again today. So I won't be lonely or bored, promise!"

"That's great, Chelsie. I'm so glad. I told you that you'd enjoy skiing!"

I saw them off, waited a while to be sure they wouldn't come back for a forgotten ski mask or pole, and then ventured out to meet Jim. Not knowing that I'd have the lodge to myself that day, I'd planned to meet Jim at the base of the ski lift, as we had the day prior. But as soon as I shared the new plan with him, he eagerly followed me back to the warmth of the lodge. Sure, it was possible that the guys would come back early because of bad weather, but we were more than willing to take the risk. We couldn't keep our hands -- or any other part of our bodies, for that matter -- off each other.

As soon as we were inside and the door was closed, Jim tore at my clothes, and I reciprocated, pure lust frustrated only by the many snaps, buckles and zippers of our state-of-the-art ski gear. Our clothes now strewn around the living room, Jim took my hand and walked us over to the floor-to-ceiling windows. 

I took in the beautiful view for just a moment before he spun me around, pushed me against the glass, spread my legs, and plowed into me from behind. As sudden as it may have been, I was already so wet from the anticipation of our encounter that he easily began sliding in and out, our loud moans quickly filling the open space, free from the censure of our previous, outdoor encounters.

I steadied myself against the glass with my hands, and Jim grabbed my breasts, squeezing them firmly as he continued to push in and out of me, faster with each stroke. Just when I thought I wouldn't be able to last much longer, he slowed his pace, eventually pulled out of me, and carried me over towards the fire, setting me gently down on the plush bear rug which lay just in front of the stone hearth.

My pussy was still pulsing, his cock still visibly throbbing, from the intensity of our last encounter, but he seemed to possess remarkable calm as he lay down next to me, tracing the length of my torso with the tip of his finger. I let my head fall back to the rug, relaxing beneath his wonderful touch.

Just as I let my eyes close, I felt Jim get up and walk away. Whimpering as his fingers left my body, I watched as he walked to the door, opened it, and stepped out, naked as the day he was born. I was truly curious now, no idea what he might have in mind. I watched through the windows as he looked up towards the eaves of the porch, settled on one particular point, and stood for a moment, pondering. Then, with one quick motion, he reached up, grabbed hold of an icicle, broke it free from its icy hold, and ran back inside, slamming the door on the cold behind him.

Once back inside, he slowed his pace again, walking towards me with the icicle in his hand like a dagger. Kneeling on the rug next to me, he lowered the ice to my skin, and I jumped as it first touched me, just above my left nipple. Almost as soon as he began tracing it over my skin, the icicle began to melt, I imagined more from the raging heat of my body than from the fire itself. He took his time, tracing every inch of my breasts with the cold wetness, before moving towards my waiting pussy.

He bent down and kissed me as the point of the icicle reached my clit, causing me to jump beneath him. He left it there for a moment, the ice melting even faster as I pressed against it, eager for more. He responded by plunging it deep into my pussy, and I gasped, arching my back at the combination of a familiar pleasure and a completely new sensation. Just as fast as he had thrust it into me, he pulled it out, bringing it first to my mouth and then to his, so we could both taste my juices.

"More, please."

He responded without hesitation, returning once more to press the ever-smaller ice into me, fucking me faster and faster with it, as I squealed in delight beneath him. I can't be sure of the moment that his fingers, and then his cock, replaced the ice, as by that point, I was already writhing in pleasure. I came twice with him inside of me, before he finally made one final thrust, shooting his load all over my belly as he pulled out just before his climax.

We rested there for minutes, hours, I can't be sure. When he decided it was time to leave, so as not to risk a confrontation with Jacob or his buddies, we agreed that our few days together were a magical experience which neither of us would ever regret. Oh, and that if I happened to visit this particular resort again, we could fuck the weekend away one more time.

**********

And that was that. He was gone. I tidied up the lodge, picking up my clothes, wiping my lusty fingerprints from the glass, and re-stoking the fire, before starting to pack in preparation for heading home that evening. When the guys finally arrived, they shared lots of stories from their great day on the slopes just on the other side of the ridge, and we finally parted ways a few hours later, heading home, sleepy, cold, but fulfilled.

Jacob and I talked very little on the drive home, splitting the driving so neither of us would be tempted to fall asleep at the wheel. I can't tell you what he was thinking about, but I was replaying the events of the weekend in my head, shocked, now that there was a little distance between me and that place, that I had behaved so wantonly for the first time in my life.

And as we pulled into our driveway at home, I had an epiphany. What was it, you ask? That the Christmas gift that had originally struck me as insensitive and selfish had actually been the best present anyone had ever given me: the chance for a sexual awakening, and someone I loved to share it with.

About 20 minutes later, Jacob would know all he needed to about that epiphany. I spared him the details, but shared, wordlessly, that he was worthy of reaping the benefits of the new me. The horny, adventurous, wild woman that I now knew I could be. It wasn't until I met Jim that I knew what I'd been missing all these years.



Fire & Ice



In any normal situation, Kelly would never have considered leaving the warmth and comfort of her home in such atrocious wintry conditions; in fact, she would have considered herself mad to even consider it. Only two weeks previously she would have laughed at the suggestion of what she was about to do, and what's more, be even willing to brave the full force of a winters storm in order to do it. 

Maybe she was mad, she thought. Infatuation or love? Fire and ice. Identical in their intensity, each could be fatal to the unwary. The madness swept her forward; cool awareness of the insanity of her actions, and a willful disregard towards any consequences. She smiled at the delicious and growing anticipation within her.

That anticipation manifested itself as a tingling inside her stomach, transferring itself down through her body, deep down, down to that most secret part of her. She shivered. The cold evening air whipped and stung her face as she tramped, quickly now, through the thickening carpet of snow towards her car. Despite that icy wind, the tremble that ran through her was not from the biting cold, yet she responded by hugging the fur-lined collar of her coat ever more tightly around her face. The softness of the fur upon her skin seemed to intensify the sensuality of her heightened expectancy.  The excitement inside her simply would not go away. Nor did she want it to.

Was it really two years since David had left, taking her heart along with him? She had almost forgotten since he had gone, how overwhelming were her desires when they crept inside and took hold of her body. She shivered luxuriously again. She was remembering those desires with a vengeance now, relishing them as they reawakened her long dormant senses.

The key slid into the car lock with an erotic motion. So much so that she paused, and reinserted it again. The phallic nature of the penetration, deep into the lock, was clear. She shook her head. Everything, even this simple act, was now invoking sexual imagery into her mind. She was on fire, emotionally and physically. Kelly climbed inside the car and hurriedly closed the door against the tenacious wind-driven snowflakes that desperately followed her, shutting them firmly outside. She slid the key into the ignition, almost painfully aware of the sexuality of everything she was now doing. Turning it, the engine burst into life, roaring its approval of her attention, sending waves of vibration through the seat to her, for her alone. 

Kelly looked through the windscreen blindly, oblivious to the storm outside, her attention internal, her mind almost fully on her approaching visit to stay with Colt and Bret. She almost forgot to switch on the screen wiper blades, even though the snow was building fast. She looked in the rear view mirror quickly, anxious once again to check that she looked her best. Cool blue eyes stared back at her from within the mirror; the corners of her eyes displaying just a hint of life-wrinkles, or laughter lines, that were a mark of her personality. Carefully cut, shoulder length dark hair framed her face; her eyes were wide with excitement. She frowned slightly at her reflection, noting again the evidence of ageing, before shrugging. She was, after all, twenty-eight and not getting any younger. Now she simply accepted these small ageing signs as part of her, part of what she was. 

The heater was warming the car, melting the ice from the windows. She loosened her coat, undoing it, making herself comfortable now that it was warmer, before beginning the drive to Colt's home. Despite the ferocious weather, she wore a skirt that was cut provocatively with a thigh-high slit, and it now gaped open as she sat, revealing almost fully, one of her slender legs. She had a fine body she knew, and was proud of it. Her hand slid along and up her thigh, the temptation to stroke the source of the fire inside her, strong. She restricted herself to gliding her fingers up and over her silk enclosed mound, the smooth feel of the material a sexual thing of itself. Her light touch sent sparks along her nerves, made her squirm. She momentarily gave in and slid her fingers down between her legs, tracing the clear swollen outline of her lips, over and along her already damp, silk covered, pussy. Kelly swallowed as she closed her eyes and concentrated for a long second on her 'place'. She opened her eyes with a small sigh and shook her head to clear the enveloping sexuality of her desire.  Colt was waiting for her. 

She hit the 'on' button of the cd player and turned up the volume as 'Shiver' from Coldplay filled the car, "I will always be waiting for you..." The words of the song seemed to hit the right buttons within her. She had to speak to him. As much to tell him she was on her way, as to hear once again the dark timbre of his voice invade her ear and mind, that voice that made her legs go weak.  She hit the speed dial on the cell phone and waited impatiently for him to answer.

"Kelly? Where are you?" Colts deep voice filled her head as she once again felt the butterflies in her tummy take flight.

"Colt! I am on my way honey, just wanted to tell you I will be with you very soon..."

"Good babe, I can hardly wait... babe... you sure you want to do this?" He asked a little uncertainly.

"Do I? Listen, Colt, I am sitting here almost coming with anticipation of you two having me...it was my idea after all...are you sure you want to go through with it?" 

"Oh yeah, babe, I am real sure, I can feel my cock rising right now, just talking to you!"

"Is it...really?" The thought of Colt's magnificent cock rising to her spoken words sent another shiver through her. "Is Bret with you?" 

"Yeah, he is in the other room...we both can't wait"

 The butterflies inside her increased their activity at the thought of the two men waiting for her, waiting to ravish her. "I had better get there quick then, huh?"

"Yeah, babe, don't be long...I need you..." He told her, his voice dropping another octave as he spoke, his desire obvious in his tone.

"I will be with you soon, and... I will take care of that for you..." She told him with a whispered huskiness.

"Kelly?" Colt said suddenly "Take care on the road...? Ok?"

"I will Colt, I will, don't worry, see you soon honey..." She hit the close button reluctantly, wanting to talk more, but wanting to be actually with him even more.

The image of Colt aroused, as he had told her, was in her minds eye. He was twenty-nine and a very successful businessman, but not the usual, boring, kind. He used his wealth to allow him the freedom to push himself hard, in other directions, outside of the business. His good looks, being almost a George Clooney clone, had put her off when they had first met. Always distrustful of handsome men, she had resisted for a long time. Very fit and athletic, he was adventurous in sport, and in love. She was not even sure how he had seduced her, but he had, and she was very glad of it!

Kelly shifted into drive and moved the car onto the street, heading for the freeway and Colt's home. The snow was settling even on the road now, building in its intensity as she drove. She needed to concentrate, but her mind kept drifting to the good times she had with Colt and the fantastic time she was going to have this evening. 

She remembered again how she had succumbed to his advances. She had been standing, gazing out of the window of Colt's top floor apartment overlooking Central Park. The wine had softened her perverse adversity to his attractiveness, and she remained where she was when she felt him stand close behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. 

Earlier, the talk had turned more intimate, and she had discovered a new depth to the superficial looks of the man. Small touches made a difference. His fingers brushing her bare arm, a glance, the attention he paid to her, his interest in her. The compliments made her melt. It had been so long since a man, any man, had shown this much interest. She had leant back against him then, inviting a more intimate connection. He had not disappointed. His lips found the back of her neck, and that first kiss, had sent small shock waves of delight running through her. 

He had held her close to him, all the while moving up with small kisses to eventually nibble at her ear lobes. She felt herself melt against him under this attention. An unmistakable growing hardness was extending itself, making its presence clear, up along the cleft of her behind. The pressure of his strengthening desire manifestly, unashamedly, pressed hard against her behind. She felt her clit harden and spring to life within her, as the heat from him spread itself remorselessly to her pussy. His hands move up gently over her breasts, feeling her hardening nipples through the soft cloth, testing their weight and firmness for the first time. She let her head fall back upon his shoulder as she allowed him to explore her body.    

Remaining behind her, he deftly undid the buttons of her blouse as he slipped his hands inside and cupped her warm breasts. Her nipples tightened and extended themselves to tight hard nubs of pleasure. He rotated them both gently between thumb and finger together, teasing them to extra hardness, before returning to squeeze the firm flesh of her breasts again. She heard herself moan at the feelings exploding through her nipples, running down to her tummy, and further down to set her pussy on fire. She ground her ass shamelessly against his hard erection, reaching up behind her to caress his head as he continued to remove more of her clothing. 

She felt her breasts free of her clothes now, her skirt already fallen to the ground, her panties then hooked down to her ankles. She kicked them free as well, as Colt pushed and bent her forward, bending her over, her hands now supporting herself on the window ledge. 

Kelly pushed her now naked body brazenly back at Colt and immediately felt the hot hardness of his cock eagerly press up against the entrance to her wet pussy. Desire had overwhelmed her, overwhelmed them, and she wanted him inside as quickly as possible. The delicious feeling of his hard desire, his cock pushing into her, filling her, after so long, soon had her shouting her pleasure to the world. He slid deeply into her, his heat and hard thickness, filling her fully. This was no gentle love making, this was unrestrained lust and desire, making their congress hard and urgent. 

Kelly tried to concentrate on the road as she replayed these events in her mind. It was difficult. As she peered through the snow covered windscreen, she remembered looking out through another window, the window of his apartment looking out over the darkness of Central Park The cityscape spread glittering star-like below her as Colt urgently rammed his length into her. Her reflection in the glass pornographic, as open mouthed and wanton, she took all he could give her. She watched his reflection in the glass, behind her own, as he drove into her furiously, his passion and need etched on his contorted face as well as felt within her pussy as his engorged and pounding cock drove within her. She wondered dimly through her passion if anyone could see them fucking at this window upon the world, but this thought, this wicked thought, only made her desire greater.

This tipped her over, and she felt the first flood of her juices flood out of her vagina as she contracted and clamped upon the thrusting cock within her, the waves of pleasure had her screaming her desire, again and again, as the intense feelings swept up and over her. Colt, hearing and feeling her cries, redoubled his thrusting, his pounding, wanting more and more of her. She was on her third orgasm when she felt him grow even harder within her as his release neared. Then she felt it. A last, deep, urgent thrust, ended with the hot splash of Colt's eruption deep within her. This explosion of hot liquid inside her pussy again made her climax, even stronger than before, her vagina milking his cock and balls of his cum as he continued to spurt deep within her.

Kelly sighed at the memory of that first passion. The car suddenly swerved on the slippery snow and ice, she snapped the wheel around, caught the slide, her attention suddenly back on the road. She slowed slightly, but her speed crept up once again as she replayed yet again her passion for Colt.

And that was just the beginning of their relationship. Her old lover, David, was now no more than a sad distant memory, as she and Colt explored their desire and sexuality together. About three months into their time together, she had revealed her fantasy of having two men take her, to ravish her. She wanted them to speak to her crudely, lustfully, tell her how much they wanted her body, what they wanted to do to her. Show her their explicit and lustful desires. Colt had been aroused by her suggestion, and they made plans to fulfil it. And that was where Bret had come in. Two weeks ago, they decided to act out her fantasy. Kelly had found him instantly attractive in a physical sense, and as he was an associate of Colt's, they already knew each other well, and so decided to approach him with the idea.

Not un-expectantly, Bret was more than keen to take up the offer. He was softer featured than Colt and younger. Bret was as equally fit and good-looking as Colt, but without the same attractive personality. Still, she was less interested in that than his virility. And string of beautiful girlfriends testified top that. So, here she was, on the way to make her fantasy come true. She could hardly wait, and her pussy felt very wet already as she reviewed in her minds eyes all these past events and tantalising future.

The snow threw itself at her windscreen, attacking the car furiously as the storm intensified its rage, the coldness outside angrily impotent at its inability to quell the fires raging within Kelly. She really should concentrate she told herself. The steering became light and vague. The tyres lost grip, Kelly spun the wheel to compensate for the sudden slide but without effect. She became a passenger in the car, as the freeway became a simple blur of swirling snow and flashing lights. The dream began.

Colt opened the door to Kelly as she eagerly left the coldness of the chill snowstorm outside for the warmth of the house. 

"Hi, Kelly!" Colt said warmly, the coldness outside instantly forgotten as he wrapped his arms around her with a welcoming hug.

The kiss he gave her left her in no doubt of his pleasure at seeing her. 

"Mmm...pleased to see me, are you?" She pressed herself seductively against the growing hardness of his erection.  "So you are!" She smiled wickedly up at him.  

For an answer, he slid his hands from where he had been holding her face in his kiss, tenderly trailing his fingers down her neck to her shoulders. Once there, he slipped his hands slowly underneath the coat she was wearing, feeling her smooth skin erupt into tiny goose pimples under his fingers as he moved them over her burning skin. He pushed the coat slowly off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor with a soft crumpling sound. 

Bret appeared behind her, picked up the coat, tossed it onto the nearby sofa. He stepped close behind her and kissed her neck.

"Hi Kelly " He whispered darkly, huskily, into her ear. Kelly tipped her head back at his soft kiss, closing her eyes.

"Hi, Brett" She said throatily. Her head fell back onto Bret's shoulder, her arched neck now invitingly exposed, was kissed in turn by Colt. She gave a deep sigh as her fantasy started to become a delicious reality. Bret's hands glided around her waist and swept tantalisingly up to her breasts. He cupped them firmly, luxuriating in the weight and heat of them through the soft material of her blouse. Then he began to expertly free them from their confines. Colt found the zip of her skirt, and slid it down, open, letting her skirt fall to the ground. 

He knelt down before her, and kissed Kelly through the silk red panties that hid her pussy. He used his teeth to drag each side of the silk slowly further down over her hips, tantalisingly revealing inch by inch, the dark triangle of hair that signposted the way to her seat of pleasure. 

Kelly, her eyes closed, moaned softly against Bret as he massaged her breasts and teased her nipples to become hard sensitive nubs while Colt worked her panties free of her hips, down her legs. She stepped out of them, standing now fully naked between the two men. Colt worked his way back up her thighs with his lips, kissing, nibbling, and licking his way closer to where she really wanted him. Kelly could feel the heat from Bret's hard erection pressed against her excitedly, hotly, pushing against her ass, as he sucked on her earlobes and kissed her neck. All the while he continued to explore her breasts with his hard hands, moulding them to his demands, teasing them.

"Kelly" Bret whispered into her ear "You have no idea how much I have wanted you, 
Can't you feel how much I want you now?" He ground the heat of his erection against the globes of her ass cheeks.

Kelly was unable to answer, giving only a low moan to his seductive question, loving the sensual attention she was receiving. A sharp intake of breath from her signalled that Colt had found her 'place'. She arched slightly towards Colt's face as he dragged the soft roughness of his tongue over her swollen labia. Kelly felt her legs weaken and tremble at the sensations shooting between her pussy and breast, bouncing hotly between the two. 

"Oh! Ohhhh..!" She cried as Colt licked up the length of her pussy, delving only a short distance with his tongue into its hot sweet confines. Lapping his way higher, he found her stiff clit, fully erect and demanding attention. He flicked it with the tip of his tongue, sending jolts of shivers through Kelly at each tantalising flick. 

"Ohhhh"...ohhhh!..Oh My God!" Kelly was moaning and crying now, whimpering at the exquisite, almost painful feeling on her tortured clit. Colt gave her no mercy, as he clamped his lips around her clit and sucked it between his teeth. Kelly almost collapsed at that and, had Bret not held her tight, she would have. Colt released her sensitive nub from between his teeth and thrust his tongue deep into her now drenched pussy, lapping at the silken sides of her tight vagina, resisting its attempts to clamp onto his probing prehensile muscle, as it delved and pushed as far as it could within her.  

Kelly felt her climax rush up and take her by surprise, her vagina clamping in spasms upon Colts burrowing tongue, her nipples bursting against Bret's torturing fingers, her juices lapped up by Colt as he drove her beyond the edge.

"Ooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhh! OH! Oh! Oh!" Kelly screamed as the hot waves swept over her, through her, as she surfed exquisitely upon the waves of emotion and pleasure.

 Kelly crumpled back into the arms of Bret, as he lowered her limp body to the waiting arms of Colt. He picked her up and carried her towards the open fireplace where thick wood logs burned and crackled warmly, invitingly. A deep white wool 'flokati' or Greek sheepskin rug, lay spread out upon the floor before the fire. He laid the still shuddering, quivering body of Kelly, gently down upon the soft wool.  She opened her eyes, slightly out of breath from her recent orgasm, as she watched the two men now undress in front of her.

Quickly, urgently, they discarded their clothes, whilst she caressed her own body, massaging one breast while slipping her other hand between her thighs, down along and inside her soaking pussy, feeling the hot wet slipperiness envelope her fingers. The men drank in the sight of her lovely and naked body spread out for their delight The warm glow of her skin contrasting erotically against the cream of the wool upon which she lay, as she tantalised them further by caressing herself, enraging their already throbbing erections with further, hot desire.




Fire and Ice



Certain times in your life, things happen that you won't forget. No matter how badly you try, that event has lodged itself into your mind. It's fangs have sunk themselves into you and won't let go. For some, it's their most embarassing moment. For others, their first love. And for others, it's their biggest regret.

Mine is Adam. I always remember Adam.

November, 2010

I muttered a curse as my frozen fingers struggled to get my key into my car lock. The wind, sensing my distress, whipped my hair in front of my eyes, blinding me. Frustrated, I tried to yank the strands of hair from my face, and succeeded in dropping every single book cradled in my arms.

"Fuck!" 

The obsenity flew from my mouth before I could stop it. Grumbling, I finished unlocking my car, threw my keys into the drivers seat, and bent down to pick up the books and papers that the wind was threatening to blow out of my reach. As I reached for Molecular Biology and It's Influences in the Modern World, I saw a hand start picking up the fly-away papers.

I looked up, and he had a tiny little grin on his face, as if my situation was just the funniest thing he'd seen all day, but he didn't want me to know that. His brown eyes danced as they darted from page to page. I watched as he gathered them all into a neat stack, and then held them out for me to take.

"You know, they do have remote controlled locks, nowadays. Unlocked doors with the click of a button."

I rolled my eyes. I wasn't in the mood. 

Begrudgingly, I thanked him for helping me out and took the papers from his hand. He just smiled at me.

"It's not a problem. Glad I could help."

I started placing the papers in my car, but he didn't leave. Instead, he waited for my hands to be free, then held out his,

"I'm Adam. I've seen you on campus before, but I haven't gotten a chance to introduce myself."

I took his hand and gave it a shake, "Emma." The wind whipped my hair up once again and I tucked a few of the dark brown strands behind my ear. His dark hair seemed wildly unaffected by the wind, each strand perfectly cropped and placed on his head. His face was angular, and pale, but it seemed to glow with a warmth and vitality that most students lacked nowadays. His eyes, I saw now, were more hazel than brown, with a light dusting of grey. He was wearing a dark pair of jeans with a white collared shirt and a grey v-neck sweater.  At that point, I realized that his outfit put mine to shame. What was he, a professor?

I tilted my head and looked up at him, realizing that he made me feel extremely short. He must have been at least 6'2". Struggling to find words in the presence of what could only be described as a model, I managed to eek out, 

"You've seen me around before? I don't remember you."

He shrugged and put his hands in his pockets. "I don't tend to draw much attention to myself. But I've noticed that you're in a few of my classes."

I raised a brow, "Oh? Are you a science major?"

Adam gave a little laugh and shook his head, "I just take what interests me. Right now, I suppose it's science. I like to know how things work."

For the first time, I felt a smile creep across my lips, "Me too."

Adam's grin never faltered, "We should study together some time. Give me your number."

I shivered as a blast of wind went straight through the light jacket I was wearing. Adam was already pulling out his cell phone. He punched a few buttons, then looked at me expectantly. Confident guy.

I pulled the jacket tighter and recited my number for him. He plugged it in, then put away his phone. 

"Thanks Emma. I'll be in touch--I'll call or text or something."

I nodded at him.

"So...guess I'll see you around?" When I nodded again, he continued, "You should wear a heavier jacket."

I gazed after him, my mouth open as he walked off, unchilled, in his sweater.

Later

I stepped out of the shower in my small apartment, still wondering how I could have been any more antisocial. I'd be surprised if he called me. Wiping the steam off the mirror, I looked at myself.

I wasn't bad looking, I suppose. My brown, shoulder length hair was one of my better features. It hung in soft curls around my face when it wasn't wet like it was now. I placed my hands on the sides of my breasts and pushed up, wishing that I was a bit larger in that area. But I had a fast metabolism, so my stomach didn't carry any extra weight. That was good. Turning to the side, I looked at my ass. Not quite as firm as I'd like, but it would do. I leaned in and took a look at the pores on my face. I hadn't had pimples in a few years, but it never hurts to check. My brown eyes stared back at me from the mirror.

Sighing, I crossed to my room and wrapped myself up in my robe. I caught a flash of light from the corner of my eye and turned to see my phone sitting on my bedside table. Text message. Probably Amber, wanting those...my thoughts paused as I saw an unknown number on the screen. I opened up the text and read:

Hey Emma, it's Adam. So, study session tonight at Espresso'd?

Tonight? I glanced at the time; it was only 7:00.

Sure, sounds fine. What time? I texted back.

7:30.

I could do thirty minutes, if I hurried. 

Slipping out of my robe, I rummaged in my drawers until I found a matching set of a black lace bra and panties. I rolled my eyes at myself as I put them on--Adam wouldn't see them. I tugged on a pair of jeans and and tank top, then threw a hooded sweatshirt over that. Refusing to look in the mirror, I dabbed my eyelashes with mascara and pulled my hair back into a wet, messy bun. I'm sure I looked like a horror, but I slipped my shoes on, grabbed my books and ran out into the car.

Espresso'd is a tiny all night coffee shop, surviving off the meager allowances of college students like myself. It's got a great vibe, though, and I write all of my best papers sitting in one of the comfortable chairs in the dim-lit shop.

I got there five minutes late--I could already see Adam sitting at a table. I walked in and set my books down, then sat across from him.

"Hey Adam."

"Hi Em. I was starting to think that you might stand me up."

I couldn't resist a grin. "This is a study session, not a date."

Adam just smiled and shrugged, "To-may-to, to-mah-to. You want a drink?"

I glanced up at the coffee bar. "Yeah, I'll go get it in a sec."

Adam shook his head, "Tell me what you want. I'll get it for you. I invited you out here last minute anyways."

I wasn't going to take him up on the offer, but he looked so repentant...and I was broke anyways. "Okay then. I want peppermint tea with sugar."

He grinned, nodded, and sauntered up to the counter. I blushed when I realized that I was checking out his ass. I cleared my throat and opened up a book, getting out a highlighter.

He brought me back a drink in a paper cup with a lid. Still looking at my book, I absentmindedly took a sip.

"What is this?"

Adam started laughing. "Not peppermint tea. What are you, a grandmother?"

"I like peppermint tea, thank you very much. Now, I'll ask again. What is this?"

Adam sighed. "It's chai. I figured if you liked tea, you'd like that too. Plus, it has caffeine. I don't want you falling asleep on me."

Now, let the record show that I love chai. It's my go-to drink in the mornings. I prefer it over coffee. But Adam didn't know that.

"Why would you get me something I didn't ask for? How do you know I'm not allergic to chai?"

Adam just grinned. "You drink it every morning, Em."

I just stared at him, blinking slowly. "What did you just say?"

Adam shrugged. "I said that you drink it every morning."

I was dumbfounded. "Are you stalking me?"

Adam laughed. "No way. I'm just observant is all. Every morning, you come to class with a mug of a steaming drink. There's only one steaming drink that smells like chai tea."

I didn't know what to say. So I didn't say anything. I took a sip of the chai and silently read a couple sentences of the book.

"Did I piss you off?"

I continued reading.

"This isn't going to be much of a study session if you give me the silent treatment simply because I noticed what you drink in the mornings. Most girls would love that shit."

I met his eyes briefly. God, gorgeous eyes. 

"I'm not most girls."

Adam sat quietly for a moment, as if he was stumped. Then, quietly, he spoke up, "Yeah, I noticed that too."

I glanced up at him. "Are we going to study, or what?"

He seemed distant, as if he wasn't aware that he was still sitting with me. Then he looked up at me, "Right, sorry Emma. Yeah, let's study."

Over the course of that night, I discovered that Adam was a genius. A freaking genius. He understood concepts that the professor couldn't even explain. I realized, as I studied with him, that if I kept this up, I may actually pass this class. With finals coming up next month, Adam seemed like a ray of sunshine in what had seemed a very grey and dismal world. 

"So, are we finished for tonight?"

I blinked a few times to let my eyes focus. 

"Umm, yeah I guess. But I still have a question 

for you."

Adam leaned back in his chair and grinned at me. 

"Sure, go for it."

"Why the hell do you want to study with me? You're the smartest person I've ever met."

Adam just laughed. "God, Emma. I don't want to study with you. This was a study session for you. It was a date for me." As I stood, staring at him, he rose and picked up my books, tucked them under one arm, then offered me his hand. 

"You ready to go?"

I took his hand as he helped me out of my seat. This was a date for him? I should have realized that, he referenced it earlier. He wanted to go out on a date with me? I blushed, realizing that I should have spent a little more time on my appearance. I would have if I had realized what this was when I was getting ready. The hottest guy I had ever met wanted to take me out on a date. 

He walked me out to my car, and when I fumbled with my keys, he gently took them from my hands and unlocked the door for me. Setting the books inside, on the passenger seat, he handed the keys back to me.

I should have been cold, but standing right next to him, I felt perfectly warm. I looked up at him as his face came closer to mine. God, was he going to kiss me? Fine by me I thought.

He came close, so close, to touching his lips to mine. I had my eyes closed, but I could feel his breath touching my skin. I wanted to reach up and pull him the rest of the way, but something stopped me. 

"God, Emma. You smell good."

I blushed, "Yeah, I had just gotten out of the shower when I got your text."

Adam chuckled, then took a step back. "Have a good night, Em."

Puzzled, I stepped into my car and watched as he shut the door, then glanced at him from the rearview mirror as he stood, hands in pockets, and watched me drive away.

I'll continue writing this if I get enough response. I don't want to write something that no one is interested in! Thanks!



Fire and Ice



This story is for the 2012 winter contest. Hope you enjoy reading it and let me know what you think of it. 

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I left from Denver Colorado on the day after Christmas on a train heading to Vermont. I had worked this out with my girlfriend Amy and was going to go and spend a week of the winter break with her at her house and meet her family. At the time I thought it was a good idea, but after 36 hours, and two thousand miles in the train living off of nothing but water and Spaghetti-O's I really started to have second thoughts.

The thought of meeting her parents for the first time was frightening enough, but living with them for a whole week in their house! "What in the hell was I thinking," was what was running through my mind as the train started to come to a stop the destination. I grabbed my backpack and suitcase and started to walk down the steps. 

Amy was waiting all bundled up in coat and hat. I stepped on off the train onto the platform and she threw herself at me. "James!" Dropping my bags in the slush I grabbed her head and kissed.

It was odd that it had only been a couple of weeks since I had seen her. The exciting tingle that occurs with a new lover had died back a few months ago for both of us, but there, on that cold snowy platform it hit both of us again. All thoughts of our surroundings were lost. We did not care that there were a few people staring at us. Did not care that train had already started to leave again. Did not care that my belonging were absorbing the slush. 

We finally broke the kiss and the chill that had set in from standing there in the sub-freezing weather suddenly hit me. "Damn it's cold Amy," I said as I bent down to pull a jacket out of my bag.

"Well hello to you too James," she said with a giggle.

"I thought we already said hello, or is that not what you were doing," I said while pulling my jacket on. I started to look around and was amazed at the amount of snow. Last time I saw this much piled up was in the mountains in Colorado in February. "I heard that you got snow, but this is more then just snow."

She reached down and grabbed my bag with one hand and my hand with the other and started to walk to the nearby car. "We had a nor'easter come through here a few days ago. Then it has been snowing a bit more every day since. Supposed to keep up for most of the next week."

"The car was still warm at least," I thought since my hands already getting cold and I started to shiver. We climbed in, Amy started the car, and before she could put it in drive, I grabbed her head again and pulled it over. Again the shivers just went down my spine, but these were of a different sort then what I felt outside in the cold and her hand touching my thigh made it even stronger. Amy's hand moved up and went to my crotch rubbing. In no time the windows were fogged up. 

"I have missed you so much Amy." I said finally breaking the kiss. Luckily by now my hands warmed up a bit and I slipped one into her pants and started to rub her over her panties. 

She leaned back, further unbuttoning her pants and giving me more access. "Oh not as much as I have missed ... AHH... you. " She stammered as my hand slipped inside her panties and started to rub her clit. She was so wet that is felt like she must of been thinking about this all day. My hand started to rub her faster and way too soon for her she felt herself starting to cum. 

I took my hand out of her pants and brought the fingers up to my nose to smell her arousal. "You smell so good," I sucked the fingers into my mouth. "And taste even better."

She sat up and looked around. The windows were still fogged up, but we could still see partially out of them. There was no one around and there was only one other car in the parking lot, but it was parked a ways away. "My turn then. Keep a look out," she said. I had already unbuttoned my pants and helped her slide them and my underwear down. "Oh how I have missed this," she said sounding more like she was talking more to my hard-on then to anyone else. She wrapped her hands around my shaft and pulled down and was rewarded with a drop of moisture oozing from its tip. "Yum," and she quickly licked it up and then sucked me all the way down to the base of my cock feeling it slide down the back of her throat. She then started to bob up and down and at the same time jerking me off. 

"Oh my God Amy! I am going to cum in like 30 seconds if you keep that up," I moaned as I close my eyes. 

She took her mouth off for just a second and looked at me. "Good." She said and then started again in earnest. Her hand following her lips down his shaft then over my balls as I slide into her throat. Up...down. My hands move to the back of her head and my hips start to rise up to meet her. I can see her eyes start to water as I have taken over and was pretty much fucking her face.

"Oh hear it comes..." I tell her and I stop moving. Amy takes over again with her hand jacking me quickly but slow shallow head bobs so that she can catch me in her mouth so she could remember my taste. The first shot hit the back of her throat causing a slight choke and then she caught the rest in her mouth and over her tongue. She kept the slow pace milking me till she I pulled her head off. She swirled the cum in her mouth and swallowed it before rising up and kissing me. I could taste me still in her mouth and just though how sexy that was. 

"I love that so much Amy. Thank you." I said when we broke the kiss. 

"Thank you too James. I am so glad that you are here. My family really wants to meet you. " Amy said straightening up and turned on the defrost for the car windows.

As the two of us waited to see out the windows again and finally leave the parking lot, the fear of meeting her parents starts to creep into my stomach again. "What the hell was I thinking," invades my thoughts again as we drive to her house.

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Turned out that meeting her parents was not the problem that I needed to be worried about. Her family was not nearly as bad as I had feared. Sure her father was so big I felt like he could snap me in two if he wanted to, but everyone was very nice and seemed to like me. Her sister was the only one that seemed a little putout and even that was easy to ignore and soon even she warmed up to me. Amy and I though had to keep things to just hand holding around them. A bit tough since we really both just really wanted to find a way to make up for the last two weeks. That first night was not too bad since I was so tired from only sleeping in uncomfortable train seats. Just the innocent kiss we shared before bed was enough.

The problem started first thing the next day. I woke up, threw on a shirt and walked out still in my shorts I slept in. I found Amy busy already in the kitchen and appeared to be the only one up. 

"Good morning James," Amy said as I walked into the kitchen. "Sleep well?" She walked up to me and gave me a kiss that would have woke me out of a coma. Then suddenly she broke the kiss leaving me longing and hard. I was about to grab her when I saw what caused her to stop as her sister walked in. I quickly tried to adjust my pants and leaned up against the counter trying to hide my erection from her eyes.

"Morning you two," her sister said with a little hint of amusement in her voice confirming my suspicion that she saw. "Has dad already left?" She asked as she walked to the fridge and got out the milk.

"Yup. He will not be back for a few hours. He wanted to get some groceries before the storm hit." Amy answered. Her face was slightly pink but her tone was nonchalant. They talked back and forth like it was just a normal day.

I was still trying not to be embarrassed by Julie seeing me. After a few minutes, I managed to move a way from the counter and started to partake in the discussion. It was about the snow that keeps falling and the fact that their snow blower died trying to deal with the recent nor'easter. "And now another storm? How bad is this one?" I asked.

"There is supposed to be another foot of snow today and still more tomorrow, and without the snow blower it is just going to take forever to shovel unless we get what's out there off the ground now." Julie said. "Even so, it will still take hours! Man I hate shoveling snow." 

"Well I really don't mind helping out. I know how to work a shovel," I said when Julie mentioned how she hated shoveling snow.

"Oh good," answered Julie. "I guess it won't be so bad that you are here after all."

"Well thanks for the ringing endorsement," I joked.

Smiling Julie got up from the table. "Besides James, I would think that the cold air would do you some good. That way you don't have to hide behind the counter anymore."

Amy just laughed when my face started to turn red. "I think you are right. Some exercise might help cool him down too." Amy continued.

I was trying to laugh a long with them. This is not the kind of humor I was expecting when I got here. "Well then I guess I should get started now while I still need the cold huh." I said. 

"I will come out to help too," said Amy. "I could use a little cool down myself."

The two of us got dressed in winter gear and went out and started to shovel snow. Between the snow fights, the pushing of the other into the snow piles, and the long periods of kissing and subtle touching it took a long time. Unfortunately it also got us both so worked up and horny that neither could quite see straight. We walked into the garage and started making out with hands going into jackets and into snow pants and then the garage door opened and we managed to get hands back to ourselves just about the time her father started to pull in. The two of us looked guilty, but just told him that we had just finished the shoveling.

The rest of the day was just a repeat of this scenario; this crazy sexual buildup and then an interruption ending in frustration. The two of us would then go out to shovel the little bit of snow that had accumulated. Amy's house was way to small and had way too many people in it all day long. By the time it was time for bed my balls were starting to hurt and Amy was getting irritated with everyone. There was just nowhere the two of us could meet to let off this build up. When I asked about Amy coming in to my room that night she just said that she could not do it with her sister sharing her room and her mother and father right next door. 

"Amy this is killing me," I said. "I was all worried about meeting your family and now I just dread never getting alone with you. Can't we just take the car and go to some back road?"

"I would love too, but where do you think the snow plows are putting all this snow? The main roads are almost impassable as it is and we should not go driving. What's worse is that it is going to keep snowing." Amy said with her hands wrapped up tight around her making sure not to touch me. She too looked like this was driving her crazy. "The only thing that helps is shoveling this damn snow. I wish we could just make a snow hut or something and ..."

I looked at her afraid of what was going on in her mind. "I don't think that building a snow hut in your backyard will help much. I don't really know how to build one and even if I did I don't think it would be much more private then here."

"No, not a snow hut, but somewhere else. A hiding place that I know. Somewhere that my friend and I found and used to play at." Amy said. I saw a sort of spark in her eye and a little color rise in her cheeks.

"What is this secret place," he asked.

"There is a small gully a ways behind her house in the forest. You cannot see anyone in it and it is far enough away from the road and houses that you cannot be heard. I should have thought about it earlier today." Amy said. "And besides... it is a rather special place for me. " she said with a the color continuing to darken on her face.

"I like the sound of this place. May be a bit chilly though." I said.

Amy started blushing harder, "Oh it is not bad. A blanket or even just dressed in sweaters with your jacket on the ground and it can be pretty comfortable."

Suddenly an icy chill hit me. "Oh?" asked I rather coolly. "Sounds like you have some experience with this sort of thing there before."

Amy looks away face burning. "I have, but not in the way you think. Well it is in the way you think but..." She takes a deep breath. "My best friend I have talked about, Heather, well this spot is way behind her house. When we were younger we experimented a little there."

"Oh," I said with the chill gone. "That sounds interesting." This was the first I heard of this.

"It was just experimentation really, she showed me how to masturbate and then we would rub ourselves and then tell the other how it felt and what we were doing." Amy's blushing rather fiercely and looking at the floor. 

"Sounds like fun. I wish I could have watched that as a teenager." I said. 

Then she looked up, "Well anyway James, let's go there tomorrow. We will say we are going sledding and then head there. What do you say?" Her hand touched my thigh. "You open for something out in the woods?"

"Mmmmm... I like the sound of that Amy." I bend forward and tried to pull Amy towards me. She brought her hand up between our lips.

"Not tonight. I am already too worked up. Tomorrow morning after we shovel the driveway. Then..." and her hand on my thigh slides up just a couple of inches, but that was enough to get the point across sending those damn shivers up my spine again.

I kissed the back of her hand. "Then tomorrow." I said. "Now get out of here before I change my mind at start something now."

Amy stood up. "Tomorrow James." And she went back to her room.

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Next day we both got up early and only gave each other a small kiss when we met in the kitchen. "Morning James." Amy said. "Ready to tackle that driveway again? I wanted to talk to you about something while we worked."

Finishing a yawn, I looked at her and saw her face was a bit pink. "What's wrong?," I asked concerned. My first thought was that something was about to prevent us from going to the woods. It was all I could think about after I went to bed. "Are we not going sledding today?"

Julie walked in at that moment. "Sledding today? Do you two realize that it is below zero out there." She then sat down at the table with the two of us.

Amy ignored her and just smiled at me. "No, I still wanted to go sledding, but I was thinking I want to..." she bit her lip for a second then continued on. "to tell Heather."

Julie looked at the two of them, "Well she at least is smart enough not to try to go sledding out in this. There is too much snow and way to cold."

I also ignored her. "You really want to ask Heather?" I could not believe I just heard that. My crotch made a little jump.

"Hello! Sitting right here you two?" Julie said. "Were you going to invite me or just leave me trapped inside? It may be fun to watch the two of you freeze your asses off when you start to get wet from finding out that you cannot sled in this."

Amy just turned to her, "The trapped option." She then turned her attention back to me. "I don't know about ask, just let her know and see what she does. Though I think I know what she will do."

Julie just stood up and started to walk off. "Fine! Go and have your fun rolling around freezing your ass off." She turned to walk away and froze as she listened to her words. You could see her mind working. She turned around and started to look at the two of us mouth open in a little "O" shaped as she began to fit the pieces together. 

Both Amy and I just burst out laughing. 

"You don't mean ... you two aren't thinking about ... out there? In the cold? In the snow?" Julie stammered. Then her eyes opened as the last piece settled in and her hands were brought up to her mouth in complete shock. "Heather too?"

Amy just laughed harder, but I was a bit embarrassed by this and just burst out, "Just sledding Julie!" My face just got redder and redder damning me further. 

Amy just laughed harder. 

Julie got over her shock and looked at me. "Maybe sending you out in the cold did not cool you off after all did it James?" Now she knew and just started to rub it in.

I just stood up decided the best option here was to flee. "Amy, do you want to go and shovel that driveway?" 

Amy stood up still laughing. "Yeah...let's get going before any more ideas pop into her twisted dirty head."

Julie just kept egging me on. "Yeah, go back and work that shovel in the snow. I am sure that it will get you in the mood to go sledding." Then she started to laugh.

I walked to the room and shut the door and got ready, but could still hear Amy and Julie talking and teasing each other. The thought that Julie knows just filled me with dread. What if she told her father! How would I ever live that down? 

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Amy and I did shovel the driveway and took time talking. Amy explained that she thought of the plan to ask Heather last night. She really did not know just what would happen, but this may be the only time that this situation would ever have a chance of happening. Amy had been friends with Heather for a very long time and Heather and Amy had joked about sharing a boyfriend before, but never did it. It was more of a half joke thought because Amy knew that there was more truth in it then either admitted. This would be the perfect time too. Amy did not think there would be no jealous feeling or worries since I lived and went to school 2000 miles away so Amy knew it would only be this once. This was an opportunity that Amy had thought about for a long time which again made it easier to accept. I of course was willing to try this, but was a little worried about getting along with Heather. It is sad, but I was afraid to find her ugly and totally undesirable. I knew it was shallow, but I was so horny I did not want that to ruin this.

Amy had called Heather and told her that the two of us were on our way over and that she wanted to introduce her to me. Also this gave us a far better excuse then the sledding one since Julie was right, it would not fool anyone since it would have been impossible to go sledding in this weather and the three feet of light fluffy snow. So we grabbed my backpack that we had packed with a blanket and headed off.

Heather's house that was just down the road so we walked and worked out a bit a of plan. I was both excited and nervous about this. It was determined that Amy would talk to Heather about this when I was out of the room. That way Heather would not be to intimidated. I felt like this was best too since I don't know exactly what I would have done or said either. 

We walked up and knocked on the door and this attractive brunette with a round face and brown eyes opened the door. "Hello Amy. Come in out of that cold." She said.

"Thanks Heather." Amy said. "So Heather, this is James," she said. 

We stepped in and Heather surprised me by giving me a hug. I gave a hug back and then she stepped back. "Good to meet you James. Amy has told me soooo much about you."

"Uh oh," I said. "I am sure she has. She has told me a lot about you too."

We took off our boots and sat in their living room. Her house was just about as small as Amy's was and, from what I could hear in the kitchen and back rooms, had just as many people. "So James how you do you like all of this snow?" Heather asked. We talked back and forth for a little bit and then Amy and her started talking about some friends and things going on that I had no idea about. I took this time to look at Heather a bit more and liked what I saw there and really hoping that she was going to be game for this. Heather's younger sister, another Julie, came out and we all got up and moved into Heather's room. Before we sat down I excused myself to go to the bathroom. 




Fire and Ice



When I got back I listened in on their conversation making sure I would not interrupt them. "I guess it is not that much different then when we were younger is it?" I heard Heather say.

"No. It is not. A bit colder but I am sure that would get ignored once we got started." Amy said. 

Heather laughed a bit. "Yeah that is true. Still though, I am curious if you can ignore it at this temperature." 

"Well you could come and find out." Amy said. "We had joked about sharing a boyfriend before. You could tag along."

At that moment I heard Heather's mom start to walk around the corner and I pushed the door open. Both looked at me a little startled. "So, what did I miss?" I asked the two of them.

Amy just got up and took my hand. "Come on James. Let's get going," she said. Heather stood up and Amy continued to talk to her. "Well you know where we will be Heather. Hope you can make it." 

Heather then looked at me in a different way, kind of like she was sizing me up. We walked to the door and Heather turned to Amy. "We will see. I have been snowshoeing out there earlier so there should be some trail already most of the way there, but it will still be a bit rough going. I have some extra snowshoes if you and James want to borrow them." 

"Absolutely Heather. Thanks!" The two of them hug again and I see Amy whisper something in her Heather's ear. 

"We will see. Have fun you two." Heather said as she handed us some snowshoes. Heather then gave me one more look and then shut the door smiling.

Amy and I put on the snowshoes and started off into the woods. "So do you think she is going to come?" I asked Amy as we started to walk. 

"We will see. I don't know though." Amy said. "But I don't care. I really just want to be with you." It was only about 200 yards or so and did not take that long, but would have taken forever without the snowshoes. The gully was about five feet deep and about six feet across and when I looked around you could no longer see the house. When we stopped at the edge of the gully the lack of sound just over whelmed me. The entire forest was silent and surreal. For some reason it almost felt like an empty church. No sound but the occasional "fump" sound as a bunch of snow fell into the soft powder. 

"So?" Amy asked in a quite voice. "What do you think? Will this serve our needs?" 

I looked down again and smiled. "Well there is only one way to find out." I told her also in a quite voice that the surrounding silence seemed to demand. I then jumped into the gully and hit the snow below and sank in up to my knees. She jumped in too and then fell in the snow. I jumped on top of her and started to kiss her. 

She whispered in my ear, "I cannot believe we are doing this James." She then pushed me over and rolled on top of me laughing and kissing me back. We kept rolling around kissing, fondling, and laughing till we had a nice size area flattened. 

We laid out the blanket from the backpack over the packed snow and then knelt down facing each other. We reached forward and pulled the other close. Our lips touched followed quickly by our tongues as my hands started to rub her breasts. I took off my gloves and reached over and unzipped her jacket. She pulled her gloves off and then slipped out of her jacket and quickly pulled off her shirt and her sports bra with one quick pull exposing her large firm breasts to the cold air. My hands reached forward and caressed her breasts while she pulled her jacket back on. Before she zipped her jacket back up I bent down and warmed each nipple in my mouth. 

"Oh that feels so good James." She said still trying to be quiet. I took some snow and applied it to her nipples hardening them even more and causing more moans from her. I then bent down and warmed them up again with my mouth. She was trying to be quite, but I could still hear the whimpers and moans get louder as I sucked her hard sensitive nipples. She must had taken her gloves off at some point too because her hands were working on my snow pants trying to get her hands inside. Finally her hands pulled open my pants and started to pull them down. I zipped up her jacket and then I reached down and started to pull her pants down as well. We only pulled our pants down to mid thigh and had this accomplished quickly so we would not get cold. I pulled a condom out of my pocket and quickly slid it on.

She got up on her hands and knees and with her legs still together I pushed my hard dick into her from behind. She was so tight when she had her legs closed like this, but oh she was wet. We both moaned as I slid my cock all the way into her hot pussy. We both really needed this so we fucked hard and fast grunting and moaning louder and louder. The cold on my ass and testicles were finally settling in and really having more of an effect then I anticipated. The cold and the numbing sensation was a distraction and was keeping me from cumming. The same was not true for her who had her jacket still on and having me wrapped around her. 

"Oh...yes...yes...yes...yes...OH FUCK JAMES!" and with that she came, but still I pounded into her. She was about to cum again when I had her lay on back. I took one of her boots off and pulled one leg of her pants off. I put her legs on my shoulders and started to fuck her. Deep, hard, and fast. She came again quickly, but I was still trying. 

I was giving it everything I had and was getting quite a workout. I had sweat dripping off my forehead, while my ass and balls were freezing. "Oh my God this feels so good Amy, but this cold is just really making it tough for me to cum." I told her after her third one.

"Here...let me see if I can help with that," Amy said. I got off of her and she put her pants back on. I pulled up my pants and then she stuck her hand inside my pants, pulled off the unneeded condom and started to rub me while we kissed. After a few minutes she stopped. "There," she said. "Let's try it now." She then pushed me onto my back, pulled out just my dick and started to suck on it. 

"My God Amy!" I said. "Your mouth feels so hot!" It was almost painful when she licked and sucked cock and my balls. I heard a slight gasp and I looked up to the ridge and saw Heather there watching us from above with her hands in her snow pants. My eyes locked with hers and she stopped rubbing.

"Heather is here watching us," I whispered to Amy. She looked up and saw Heather and then Amy started to make a show of this. She pulled down on my cock and started to lick the precum off the tip all the while watching Heather. Heather started to rub again watching Amy lick me. Amy then took me deep into her throat and was bobbing her head up and down on my cock. I was getting close and started to moan. "Keep going Amy. I am all most there!" My legs tightened up and she took her mouth off and starts to quickened her pace with her hand. I then moaned loudly and my first shot hit her cheek before she put the head back into her mouth and then tried to suck me dry. I heard other moan off to my side and looked up. There was Heather with her hand franticly moving inside her pants leaning up against a tree. Her hand slowed then stopped, but was still in her pants.

Amy kept sucking me as my muscles relaxed and she then pulled off and put me back in my pants. I continued to watch Heather as she was recovering from her orgasm too. "Wow James!" Amy said lying down with me. "I had never seen you cum that much before. I am going to have to remember this cold trick." 

I bent down and kissed her and then Amy stood up with the cum freezing on her cheek and walked to the edge of the gully offered up her hand and with only the swish of her snow pants making a sound Heather climbed down to join us. As soon as she was standing in front of Amy, Heather bent forward and then paused just for a second. A second to give Amy a chance to pull away. When Amy did not, Heather closed her eyes and licked my freezing cum from Amy's cheek. I could see Amy's eyes close for a second and a moan escaped her lips. Heather then moved over and licked Amy's lips, then the two of them were kissing. They dropped to their knees and I approached from behind Heather. Heather's hands found their way into Amy's jacket and on to her bare breasts. My hands went around Heather and started to unzip her jacket while Heather bent forward and took a nipple into her mouth. 

"Ohhhh" Amy moaned and I could see Heather taking Amy's hand and guiding it to the edge of her ski pants. Amy's hand tentatively slid in and I could hear a near purr from Heather. I started to pull Heather's jacket off and she sat up straight to help me. She suddenly gasped and bend foreword supporting herself on Amy. 

"Oh my God those are cold!" Heather said and I could imagine Amy warming her fingers deep inside Heather's pussy. 

Amy's eyes were looking at me. She just mouthed "Watch this," to me. 

I could hear a sudden increase in speed from Amy's hand coming from Heather's snow pants material. After just a few seconds of this I felt Heather tighten up and I could hear Heather gasping quickly. "Oohhhhhhh Ahhhhhhh..." And then a sharp inhale and just held it there not breathing. Then there was this huge exhale of breath forming a cloud as it hit the cold air. "AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Then it was like a puppet master had cut her strings and she just went limp in my hands resting all her weight on Amy's shoulders.

"Still a bit sensitive there huh Heather?" Amy said laughing. 

I could see the clouds of breath coming from Heather's lungs as she still tried to catch her breath. "That was unfair Amy." Heather said raising her head smiling. 

Amy's hands pulled out of her pants and she looked at them and then brought them up to my lips for me to taste. I sucked the nectar off of them while Heather watched. "Let's get that shirt off Heather," Amy said while zipping up her own jacket.

Heather finished pulling off her shirt and then quickly put her jacket back on. "That's a bit nipply," Heather said as she zipped up her jacket. 

I bent down and whispered loud enough for both Amy and Heather to hear. "I bet I know what would warm them up." 

I moved to get in front of Heather and Amy unzipped her jacket and we both bent down and took a nipple into our mouth. The two of us push her onto her back and keep sucking her sensitive nipples. Like I did with Amy's, I took some snow and applied it to one nipple and heard a gasp from Heather as the snow chilled the nipple and then started to leave trails of water trickling down her breast. Amy then moved her mouth to that nipple and licked the freezing water off her breast while I applied the snow to the other nipple. 

Back and forth we played this game and Heather was thrashing her head back and forth and her hands grasping the blanket. "Please you two are driving me crazy!" she told us. Amy and I just laughed. I pulled her legs up and put them together on one shoulder. Amy saw what I was doing and then grabbed Heather's pants and pulled them up her legs to mid thigh, just enough for me to get access to her. Amy moved to the side of her and continued to lick and suck her nipples and pushed one hand into the front of her own pants. I pulled down just the front of my pants, pulled out my hard cock, and put on the second condom I had brought. Amy grabbed me and rubbed the tip through Heather's wet pussy lips getting me wet and slick with her juices. She then guided the head in as I pushed forward into her. Heather started to hiss as I pushed into her. The sound was one of pain and pleasure. I knew why too.

"Oh my god Heather! You are so tight!" I said.

"And you are so big! Holy shit that feels so..." I started to pull out just a little. "Ohhhh fuck!" Amy zipped up Heather's jacket and then slipped her fingers into her own pants. I kept it slow and pulled out and then pushed back in smoothly. Heather just writhed on the ground as I slowly fucked her. Amy touched me on the shoulder turned my head and kissed me deeply. Her breathing was getting ragged too. I whispered in her ear and she looked at Heather getting so close below us and just nodded. 

Amy moved behind me and while one hand was still busy on herself, the other was cupping my balls trying to keep them warm. I still kept it slow, but started to fuck her harder. Heather came breaking the silence of the forest in a cry that still seemed muffled by the surrounding snow then the sound was mimicked from behind me as Amy came as well. I did not stop and took the advantage of her orgasm to speed up knowing that any pain from this rough fucking would be masked by it. 

Heather went from one orgasm right into another. Amy's hand started to drift to more then just my balls and she started to finger my ass as well. Then my mind stopped and I just took in the scene around me. I was freezing, sweating, surrounded by this snow and ice and these hot girls. Truly fire and ice. Then I felt my cum starting to build. Amy felt it to as I tightened around her finger tip. "That's it James cum. Shoot it into Heather." That was all it took. 

"Yea... here...it...Cummmmssss." I called out and shot my load into Heather in a climax that made my teeth tingle. I made a few twitchy strokes before I finally pulled out and quickly pulled the condom off and started to pull up my pants. Amy then quickly came around me, stuck two fingers into Heather and then quickly fucked her again. I am not sure just what she did, but Heather came again, squirting this time, in just seconds and again went limp. Amy took her fingers out and the brought them to my lips again for me to clean. I pulled Heather's pants up as far as I could and Amy pulled me into an embrace. 

"What was that for Amy," we heard Heather say off to the side. "I was plenty fine before you did that." She then started to pull her pants the rest of the way up. 

"Just always loved it when you do that." Amy said smiling. 

Heather laughed and then went to stand up and winced. "Oh my God I am sore. I guess you just get used to him don't you." Heather said. 

"Yes you do, but it is such a good hurt isn't it?" Amy said trying to get the rest of her things on. 

We hurried up and got everything back on and I suddenly felt colder then I ever felt before. The other two seemed to of been feeling the same thing because the also started to hurry up. We all were shivering by the time we got back to Heather's house. 

We spent the rest of the afternoon talking and drinking hot chocolate in Heather's room. We talked a lot more about the history of that gully and about wanting to share their boyfriends. I told Amy she could never share any of Heather's and was given a sort of promise, but the way the two of them acted I wondered if her fingers were crossed when she gave me that promise. 

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The rest of the trip went really well. Amy and I visited the Gully every day and couple of times was accompanied by Heather. Julie never did tell Amy's father. She did blackmail us into her silence by demanding that I had to do all of the snow shoveling while I was there saying that the ice and cold was good for me. It was one of the few things we ever agreed on. 



Fire and Ice



He was cold, left out in the afternoon snow. His car had broken down and refused to co-operate, despite the many times he beat it with a wrench. He called the emergency services, but they were backed up dealing with the blizzard and snowed in grannies. He knew that if he stayed out here much longer he could freeze. Looking around at the nearby houses, he thought he saw a figure watching him from a second story window. Before he could focus on it, it had ducked out of sight, leaving the light to illuminate an empty room. He decided that the house was a decent start, and maybe they'd have a warm drink to soothe him.

He banged on the door, snowflakes falling from his coat as he did. He heard footsteps through the door and banged harder. The latch began to slide and the door opened, a blast of warm air reinvigorating him. In front of him stood a woman, green-eyed and wild haired, her thermals hugging her smooth curves. 

"Can I help you?"

"You can, I'm sorry, my car's broken down and I can't get help. Can I trouble you for shelter?"

The woman looked him up and down, strong jaw, well defined, dazzling blue eyes. She smiled eagerly.

"I think we can come to some arrangement. Please come in. Shoes at the door, coat on the rack. Perch yourself down by the fire, I'll fix you a drink."

"Thank you so much," the man returned her smile and entered.

The fire crackled away and the man felt far more comfortable. When his hostess returned with a mug of hot chocolate he felt gratified, and smiled warmly in thanks.

"So what brings a nice man out here in the dead of winter? A girl?"

"No, no girl. Business."

"At this time of year? Wow, you do work a busy schedule. When do you head back to see the wife?"

"Heh, no wife either. Not really lucky in love."

"Oh," she pouted, "that's seems surprising. A good looking guy like you, I would have thought the girls would be all over you."

He blushed, causing her lip to twitch into an evil little smile.

"Now then, there is a small matter of compensation for my hospitality."

"Of course! You've been so kind, how can I repay you? I have money in the car."

"No, money is not of use to me, what else can you offer?"

"I don't know, whatever I have, anything."

"Anything at all?"

He noticed her emphasis but continued, she was already being so nice to him.

"Uh, sure."

"Say it," a slight hiss in her voice.

"Anything," he said, a note of confusion creeping into his voice.

"Lovely!" she leaned back, saccharin sweet once again, "Now drink up, you don't want to catch pneumonia."

He drank, the molten chocolate drink sweet, filling his core with gentle warmth. Suddenly, something didn't seem right. He looked at his hand but wasn't able to focus on it. He looked up at the swimming visage before him. Finally, with a woozy grunt, he passed out, the mug falling to the floor.

"Night night sweetheart. Mmm, and you're a messy boy too. Well we'll have to see to that."

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"Rise and shine."

He awoke from his deep sleep, his blood pounding in his veins and his head throbbing. He tried to look up, but found his entire body lashed to the table, restricting his movement. His gaze, forced to the side, beheld a woman entirely different from the one who sheltered him from the cold. A picture of red and black, she stood in knee high heels, a short skirt revealing enough to know she was free beneath, and a tight red frilly corset. A quiet part of his mind wondered how she could breathe, let alone stand. A black mask edged in lace covered her face. He recognized the style of the medieval harlequins, its mystery exciting him despite the situation.

"I guess I mean lie down and shine. Anything can mean a lot of things young man, as I'm sure we'll explore. Now you be quiet, or I'm going to take this little gag here and make you quiet."

A black rubber ball dangled in front of his face. A strap accented in gold dangled from it. She smiled a wicked smile as she fastened it behind his head, the ball resting on his chin. As she moved aside he saw the table, and his eyes widened in fear and exhilaration. A collection of whips, chains, tools and toys were arrayed out on the table like a surgeon's instruments. He tried to say something, to find the words, but before he could a fiery pain sizzled down his back.

Thud!

The cane snapped onto his back, and he had a startling revelation. He was naked. Wincing through the pain he let out a loud yelp. His captor returned, standing over him with a displeased smile.

"Already? You screamed after one little teensy smack? Boy are you in for it."

She placed the ball in his reluctant mouth as he tried to yell and bite her.

"I'm going to enjoy this, and soon, so will you. You will welcome the pain I bring, and you will ask for more. Every time you scream, every cry, the pain will get worse, until you are no longer part of it, until the endorphins numb your brain so much you will beg me to keep going. And so," she tickled his nose with the end of a riding crop, "We begin."

Smack!

Riding crop met bare flesh, a flinch and a yell from her subject.

Smack!

He felt the blood coursing through his veins. Hot tears in his eyes flowed freely.

Smack!

He felt himself become erect, and realised that this table had a hole cut large enough for his cock to be free.

Smack!

The red bitch stood over him again, locking his gaze, while delicately running a soft cloth over his wounds.

"You know, I really love having a blank canvas to work on. I see you're having some fun too."

A soft gloved finger rubbed the tip of his cock gently, and then traced its way down his shaft.

"You know what my favourite thing is? Duality. Hot, cold. Fire, Ice. Pleasure," she gripped the base of his shaft and slowly began to jerk him, "And pain." 

Her hand left him.

Smack!

Her brutal attack on his shoulders only made him harder, the connection between pleasure and pain inseparable.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

He began to feel his body numb, but was brought back to reality when a freezing wet droplet welled in his lower back.

"Fire and ice. One or the other is good, but have both," she traced the ice cube up to the back of his neck, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

"And it becomes very exciting. Let me show you."

A cloth dried his back, and the sound of a match being lit sparked curiosity, and a surge of adrenaline. He began to struggle slightly, but without result. A moment passed, a moment of anticipation of the main to come. And so it did. Searing hot drops of what he assumed was wax fell like needles onto his bruised flesh. He strained against the ropes holding his head still, but she continued. Suddenly, along the same trail the wax blazed, the ice cube returned. It felt as though his body was dancing a ballet, the hot and cold flames swirling and mixing.

As she removed the wax, she allowed the ice cube to trail further, sliding it down between his buttocks.

"Oops," she said with a cheeky smile, "Sorry."

Cold water dripped past his testes and down his shaft, creating an icy river of lightning as it did. The red woman crouched down beside him, smiling the same wicked smile she had before he passed out.

"Now, how's the little subject feeling. Do you want more?"

He tried to shake his head, protesting with his whole body. Her hand slid down again, gripping him firmly and sliding up and down. The pleasure brought relief to his weary body.

"Do you want more?"

He was silent.

"Good boy."

She crept around the table to a small footstool. In one deft movement she straddled his lower back, and he felt her moist snatch grinding against him, a faint vibration tingling. He enjoyed the sensation, her touch, her warmth sending shivers up his spine. He heard the clack of a bottle lid opening, and then a cool trickle ran down his back. Her delicate fingers massaged the oil in, the used wax popping from his skin. Pressing her thumbs into his muscles, she kneaded the tension, lifting a great burden from his body. He began to relax as her grinding became faster. He could feel her legs begin to tighten around him. Her body slid freely along the oil, her breathing ragged. Her body became tense, her thighs knocking the wind out of his lungs, and she dug her nails deep into his shoulders, riding the wave. His muscles burning and fighting to breathe, the young man clenched his fists and struggled valiantly, small comfort against the onslaught.

Her orgasm subsiding, the strong red woman collapsed onto him.

"Very good boy," she whispered in his ear, "I think you deserve a reward."

The young man shuddered to think what trickery she held for him next as she slipped from his body. He heard shuffling, and her hands grasped his buttocks. The young man jumped in shock as a pair of wet lips enveloped his head, proceeding to take his entire length in her mouth. After his long session, this momentary glimpse of pleasure sent him into overdrive. He began thrusting, pushing back against the ropes, trying to get every last bit of pleasure he could out of the moment.

It didn't take him long. His body tightened and he released, cumming hard into her accepting mouth, flooding it to breaking point. She took it all, sucking until he was dry, spent, exhausted.

He heard shuffling, and the beautiful mistress in red returned, hovering over him, a drop of his cum still glistening at the corner of her mouth.

"Very good sweetie. You'll make a wonderful slave. Now, just a little kiss, and you're free."

He closed his eyes, reaching for her lips. A cloth was pressed to his mouth, covering his airways. Breathing made him dizzy, his vision fading to black.

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He awoke in his car in the freezing winter. Looking around, startled, he realised he was where his car broke down. His memory was foggy, and the car wouldn't turn over. He stepped out, the harsh wind blasting his face. He remembered bits and pieces, but needed to know for sure. As he looked up at the second story window he knew he saw movement. His heart pounding, he banged on the door.

It opened with a creak, and a beautiful, sexy woman in thermals and a black mask edged with lace opened the door.

"Can I help you?"

Before he had the chance to answer a young blonde female skulked down the stairs in the hall.

"Who is it mistress? Another gentleman caller?"

"It certainly is."

"Oh mistress, I'm so excited."

"Come on in young man, have some hot chocolate."

The young man bowed his head in submission. He barely knew who she was, but he felt a desire to be hers willingly.



Fire and Ice...



You walk out on to the balcony after I called out softly. Taking in the view again, it never ceases to make you smile. You look around for me, the area lit softly by the lamp in the lounge. Suddenly my arms close around you from behind. You turn to harass me for sneaking up on you again but my arms hold you in place. With a soft jingle you feel the thick padded cuffs slide around each wrist and then they are lifting up. You find yourself standing there, arms above your head, unable to move and before you even get to see me a blindfold slides over your eyes.

You start to ask what is going on when an ice cold dribble of liquid slowly rolls down between your breasts, sending shivers down your spine. A little gasp escapes your lips and you feel a hand close over your hip, holding you firmly in place. Another ice cold drip runs down from your right shoulder as lips brush the side of your neck. The lightest of all tingling brushes runs up your thigh, what was that? Certainly it couldn't have been a finger.

The straps of your top slide over your shoulders and you're exposed to the world as my ice cold tongue brushes each nipple in turn, the cool breeze only adding to the cool fire. There is a moment where nothing touches you and you tense in anticipation, suddenly a warm dribble runs down over one nipple as the ice cold tongue returns to the other; the conflicting feelings taking over your mind. Nails run down your spine as an ice cold finger trails down your stomach; this is becoming too much, you start to squirm.

The rest of your clothes fall to the floor, leaving you completely naked for the world to see. You try to cover up a bit in a moment of insecurity but with your arms held where they are it is basically impossible. A firm hand slides over your ass and cups it firmly. The other hand cups your breast as the cold tongue begins circles around your nipple. The first hand slides up to your hips as the other slides up and turns your head up and to the side. First is a hard nibble on your neck and then a tongue brushes firmly over it as I kiss the same spot. As my mouth moves the cool night air runs across any areas I've just nibbled, breezing across your skin like an icy tremble. Your whole body begins to tremble as something hard runs up the inside of your thigh. 

One of your legs is raised, the foot placed on something, maybe a chair. The icy tongue runs up the inside of each thigh. You can't imagine what it's going to feel like where it is going. The tongue brushes over your outer lips as the hard item brushes your chin on its way to your mouth. You open and the end of it slides across your tongue, it vaguely reminds you of a cock, but? The thought is shoved from your head as the tongue pushes through on to your clit, cool shivers radiating out from it, down your legs and up your spine. The hardness brushes against your outer lips as it seeks entry, it's end sliding around in your wetness. It slides deep inside you, filling you up but not quite how my cock does. Damn, but it still feels good, especially in unison with the cold tongue flicking in circles around your clit.

Your whole body starts to react to the situation, the exposure seems to demand that you cum faster, before someone sees you. No waves this time, just an intense heat building and spreading up your stomach. Your abs start to clench as the feeling continues to spread. The orgasm begins to take over, so sharp and intense. Then suddenly there is nothing touching your body except the cool breeze and the shackles holding your arms in place. Your whole body is tense as you listen for some sign that I'm coming back to you. You think you hear someone calling out in the distance, maybe they have seen you, so openly naked on the balcony. As you search around for some sense of me a hand suddenly slaps your ass. The feeling so sharp against a body so tense with anticipation. The hand grabs and spreads one cheek apart so that something can slide deep inside you, mercilessly. You know that feeling, as it fills you up you clench around that familiar cock, the orgasm comes shooting back in to your body, as if it was just hiding, lying in wait for this to happen.

It takes over your body again and the clenching runs its way back up your torso. Here comes the release, the explosion of all that built up energy. Suddenly nothing is touching you again and you nearly yell in frustration, why wont he give me the release!? Your body squirms side to side, searching for a hint of my warm body on this cool night. Your hands are lowered and the shackles fall open to release your wrists. You reach up and slide off the blindfold in frustration, as you look around for me you only see a sliver of light from the door and the balcony as you know it. Livid at what I've done you storm inside for a shower. If you can calm down you will finish the job for yourself. You see me sitting on the couch watching T.V., You go to say something, to vent this frustration but decide silence is the best option; you'll give me a shoulder that is colder than that ice.

You stalk down the hallway and in to the bathroom, closing the door and turning on the shower. You remember that you washed towels today and step back in to the corridor to get another. As you reach in to the cupboard a hand clamps down over your mouth, a cock slams in to your still dripping pussy and a primal yell escapes your lips. It pounds in to you and every single moment of frustration comes screaming back in to your tense body. Your legs start to collapse as your body gives out in the midst of a release you hadn't even imagined. A hand around your hips holds you in place as I continue to pound in to you. Wave after wave scrams through your body and you bite down on the hand covering your mouth. A small taste of blood in your mouth as I pull out, push you to your knees and cover your neck and breasts in my warmth.

You fall to the floor, no control left in any part of your body. Through half closed eyes you see me sink down next to you and the deviant look in my eyes infuriates you, I know what I've done. You swat a hand towards me, weak as a new born lamb and then my arms are closing around you. I lift you in to the shower and you get lost in the warm water and my even warmer embrace.



Fire and Ice



 (A.N) This story is apart of the series Touched by Divinity. It is not short. It has a plot. Please remember that this story was written purely for pleasure and is in no way meant to insult Anyone. Thank you so much for reading. Hope you enjoy. 

23 August 2063 AD

Fire swallowed the east, flames released by a vengeful god. The mortals screamed, cryed, and fled. And Vulcan allowed his inferno to follow, until cities turned to ash and lands turned to dust. Until every single soul had been devoured. 

"Enlighten me again why I am doing this brother," he said to the WarGod beside him, though not relieving himself of the sight of those whom were once his loyal followers, to burn as if in the red realms of Hades Underworld. 

"Nothing less for the heretics." Was all Ares said, and Vulcan felt his silent retreat back to Olympus.

But they believed in me, he thought sometime later. Dejectedly he approached the once great pillars of Rome and looked onto this new city of embers. Dejectedly Vulcan pursued the faint cry moving with the wind. He pursued it to the remnants of a home. Beneath the rubble of concrete and glass he found the crier, only but an infant, unharmed in the arms of what Vulcan presumed to be his mother.

He picked the babe up by the waist and held it at arms length for inspection. "How did you survive little one?" he asked not expecting an answer. The wailing, however, ceased when the youngling heard the fire-god's voice and he studied Vulcan with eyes so green they should've belonged to a panther cub. 

He knew what he should do. 

What he expected to do.

Vulcan brought the youngling to his chest and raised a hand above him, "I'm sorry," he said, his voice small. A flick of his wrist, a breath of fire shooting out...and the babe was being torn from his grasp. It took Vulcan more seconds than he was comfortable with to find who had the courage to intervene.

His eyes landed on the goddess wearing a silken robe as white as her hair, and sandals that reminded him of an era forgotten to history. "Luna?"

Of course, who else had eyes that mirrored the night-sky she protected.

Luna did not raise her eyes to Vulcan, only pulled the curious babe to her chest to whisper soundlessly in his ear. "Why?"

Vulcan closed the distance between them--or at least attempted to. A fraction of an instant and Luna was hoverving several meters above him, a glow against midnight. He frowned, "You are aware of what must to be done. Ares commands it."

Death for every last one of them, and Vulcan held no desires to stand against the New King-God of Olympus.

"He is but a babe." Luna said not bothering to hide her disgust. "What is his crimes?" She left no room for answer, and added, "I will not allow you to sacrifice him on the pretense of a heinous belief."

And with that, the moon-goddess ascended, much quicker than lightning, until she was a tiny speckle amongst other dots of white. He should have stopped her. He could have. 

He cursed low and left the city without a backwards glance, returning to a home he'd not seen in months. His home built on the peak of the highest mountain of the realm. When he arrived, he was greeted by a servant. 

"My Lord Light." The woman-servant bowed, her cropped hair falling forward as she did. The servant's name was Illithia and she stayed by Vulcan's side until they were both in his private chambers. "Shall I ready the bath, my Lord Light?"

Vulcan nodded in answer and began shedding his weapons and armor. He placed the items within glass boxes hidden behind a wall of blue flames. The items are most valuable to him, almost as valuable as his pet phoenix. It was during the moment that Vulcan pulled his shirt over his head and threw it somewhere to the side that she stepped out from within the shadows.

"Luna, what the fuck?"

"You used to be more compassionate."

Yeah, when you were the moon of my life, he thought, remembering the many times she'd spent with him beneath the sheets. But that was before... "Where's the boy?" 

He needs to die. The words were in his head.

"If you want him you must kill me first." Luna said, stepping toward him, no hesitation. "Are you going to kill me Vulcan?"

Damn it! She was so close to him now, within his arms reach. If he'd not wanted her so badly he might have pushed her away... He might have killed her. Through strength Vulcan didn't know he possessed, he pushed passed her to the other side of the large bed, as far way from her as he could get without losing the touch of her enticing aura.

Damn her. 

"You look—"

Luna stopped mid sentence and glanced over her shoulder to look the woman-servant up and down. The servant bowed reluctantly, opening her mouth to speak but Vulcan silenced her with his eyes. "Leave us, Naeha."

"My Lord Light," Another bow but this one was to her god she worshiped and adored and obeyed without another word.

Vulcan's attention immediately returned to the goddess. "What do you want Luna?" He asked, moving toward the other room that he was to bathe in. He removed his pants, uncaring of his nakedness—after all she'd seen his cock a thousand times before this—and when she answered him, Vulcan was already waist-deep in water.

"I miss you."

Barely a whisper but he'd heard. He frowned, her reddening cheeks not going amiss. "You left me," he said with ease that surprised the both of them. He glided a hand over to wash the other, and up, and Luna slowly stepped toward him.

Her timidness reminded him of when they'd first met beneath the stars all those centuries ago, and when she reached the edge of the top, positioned herself so she could dip her fingers in, Vulcan said, "Don't start something you cannot finish."

Because she'd left him before. This time he'll not survive un-wrathful, of that he was absolutely certain.

"I was so young then," she said, at last. A pregnant pause and then she was looking at him with eyes gone wholly black, no stars within. "I need your help."

Vulcan stopped lathering himself and met her gaze head on. "I never thought I'd hear those words fall from your mouth." Least of all to me. "This is about the boy?" He asked, knowingly. "Yes, Ares will not be impressed."

"And I will stand against him. But not alone." Then her eyes dropped to the water-line at his waist, her pink tongue slicking out to lick at the seam of her lips. "I need your help, and I will do anything to get it."

"Will you now?" His cock jumped at the invitation. Mmm, to feel her mouth again... He'd decided long ago that nothing would stop him from receiving the wonderful pleasures she had to offer. Nothing. "Strip for me."

Luna, although looking at him with something close to disappointment and excitement, began unclasping her robe as he'd commanded. It dropped to the floor—sensually slow—and she stepped out, displaying her body to his eyes.

You're beautiful. He'd said that to her once. And then she'd left. "How wet are you?" He asked, sipping from a glass that'd come out of slim air and settled onto a form at the floor of the pool. "Dip your finger into your pussy and tell me how wet you are."

He'd not spoken to her like that before and the frown that marred her forehead confirmed it. "When did you become so dominant?"

He released a husky laugh, "I was always dominant, Luna. Somehow you'd managed to suppress that side of me." Not anymore. "Now do as I say."

Luna could not blame Vulcan for his coldness towards her but neither was she going to let him believe he was in control of this situation. It was her who'd initiated it after all. With her index finger out, she sucked it into her mouth then moved her hand over her womanhood. She spread her puffy lips and circled a finger around her clit, spreading the soaking heat of herself in a figure eight.

Biting her lip to keep from moaning, Luna narrowed her eyes at him, unsure whether to be afraid or allured by the small flickers of flames in his ruby eyes. His hair is much shorter than she remembered; probably only long enough to slick her fingers through. She didn't mind the new look because the golds of his hair matched the markings of a phoenix wrapped about his neck. Beneath the waterline, she could see the blur of his cock, fully erect, throbbing with the need to be touched.

Luna's mouth watered. She'd tasted his cock in her mouth many times—yet she knew this night would be different. This night Vulcan won't allow her to take her time with him, to lick her tongue over his big head and tasting the small slit at the top. This night he won't allow her to tease him with her tongue on two his low-hanging sacks of meat so close to the hole he liked to have penetrated. Only once had he allowed her to stick her fingers into him; a near millennia ago, but Luna remembered the look on his face, the sounds he made, and eventually, the inferno that blazed in his eyes when he came. He'd enjoyed it as much as she did. And Luna had found her own release just watching him.

"Tell me how wet you are." Vulcan commanded; another swing of his wine. "Tell me how much you want your pussy want to be licked."

Oooohhh yes. Luna swallowed the thick lump in her throat. "I..." She tried to find the right words. She failed. 

"Well?"

This time Luna did moan and when he moved toward her, when he lifted her by the hips, seated her on the edge of the bath—she did not make any attempt to stop him. He pushed her hand away and replaced it with his. They were much rougher than hers, of course, a thousand times hotter. But did nothing to send her over the edge. 

They rested just above her clit, touching her with slight, fleeting flicks. He was teasing her, she realized. She tried to touch him. Vulcan threw a look that warned her against it. The next thing she knew, Vulcan had her by the hair, roughly, intimate, and the head of his cock was only a breath away from her mouth.

"You know what to do."

Yes she did and Luna tried to stop herself from licking her lips in anticipation. 

"Suck me!"

Luna obeyed, not because he commanded but because she wanted to. Taking a hold of his long shaft, she pumped him a few times before she lowered her mouth to his head. There she licked in circular motions, hearing Vulcan encourage her with a long groan. She felt the hand in her hair force her head forward and she swallowed his cock until she felt it hit the back of her throat. She opened herself to him and his cock plunged impossibly deeper.

She didn't choke, still so acustomed to his size and length after all these years. She moved her hand from his shaft to the balls of meat. She rolled them in her hands, hummed over his cock, and pulled back—only to be rammed back down again.

And Luna was enjoying this too much to care. She allowed Vulcan's cock to thrust in and out of her mouth with force that bordered abusive. She didn't care.

"Ooohh Fuck." He groaned when the fingers on his balls plunged knuckle deep in his ass hole. His movements increasing to match hers, and Luna smiled around his cock, making certain to use her tongue on every backward thrust.

She found his pleasure spot with her fingers and rubbed over it, inciting another groan--this one much louder. She stopped eating his cock just enough to say, "Do you like that?"

Vulcan pulled his cock from her mouth, frowned at her, the fire in his eyes like fierce lightning. In an instant he had twisted Luna away from him, bent her over the edge of the bath and slammed his cock into her pussy. She was wet enough that he slid in with ease, yet tight enough that he felt as though he was touching the heavens above olympus. 

His hands gripped at her hips hard enough to leave marks and Vulcan cared none. He pounded into her hot heat and muffled her screams with a hand to her plump ass. Slap! Slap! Slap!

"Iiinngghhhh," Luna moaned, yelped, screamed. "Y-ye-yesss. Right there. Right there!"

Vulcan bent his body over hers, closed his mouth over her neck. Every thrust of his hips echoed the sounds of their copulation and Vulcan wondered if the whole of olympus could hear. He grinned. Let them hear how much the moon-goddess desires my cock; let them hear how much she begs for me.

"Yes, yes, Vulcan!"

Slap.

"Scream my name, Luna. Scream it!" 

Slap.

Slap.

Her pussy walls pulsed around his cock, coaxing him ever deeper and Luna did as he said and screamed his name as if it were the only word she knew. And it was what pushed Vulcan over the edge, what allowed him to cross into pure bliss.

He released his seed into her in long, fruitful spurts. Moving still to make his own pleasure last even longer. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity; Vulcan's cock softened and slipped out of her. He gave her neck one last bite, drawing blood that he tasted on his tongue, Vulacan pushed away from her and settled back into the form beneath the water.

He watched her with hazy eyes. The goddess he once loved. Still loved. But not enough to defy their new King-God Ares. She turned to face him in all her naked glory but before she could ask the question, Vulcan said, "I'm sorry, Luna. Find some other god to pull around by the balls."

He swore he saw a single tear fall from her night-sky eyes but before he could add anything more, Luna was gone—and he couldn't help but wonder how this night might've turned out had she not left him a broken god a millennia ago.

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I may continue this, maybe? What do you guys think? 



Fire and Ice



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"Thanks for coming early with me, sweetie," I said. We were standing on the balcony overlooking the enormous atrium of the National Art Museum.

Stephen smiled. "You know why I did," he said as he watched the male servers in their tight black uniforms below us. 

I patted his arm and smiled. "Whatever works for you."

Beautifully dressed men and women shed their cashmere and fur coats, dropped them off at the coat check, and headed for the bar. Beautiful gowns shimmered and expensive jewelry twinkled everywhere. Drinks in hand, couples looked around for other high powered Washington couples, and found seats at the tables surrounding the dance floor while the orchestra played at the far end.

"Well, all the prep is done. Barring any major catastrophes, all I have to do now is fawn over donors. Shall we join the beautiful people?" I said. 

Just at the moment, a woman walked away from the coat check and I stood stock still watching her. She looked like a ghost or a creature out of a Hans Christian Anderson fairy tale. Her hair was completely white, pulled back into an elegant bun near the nape of her long neck. She looked up at the balcony and we made eye contact briefly. I gasped quietly. Her eyes were blue and her stunning off-the-shoulder gown matched. She looked like an icicle glittering in the sun. 

She requested a glass of champagne at the bar, and then walked to one of the tables to sit. She was alone, but her husband or date could have been in the restroom. Her expression was difficult to read from this far away.

"Christina?" my friend Stephen said.

"Sorry. I just caught sight..."

"Yeah, I saw her. Wow. But I'm way more interested in that waiter over there...." 

I laughed. "Of course you are." 

Stephen offered his arm to me and I took it. I had to lift the hem of my deep burgundy dress as we walked down the stairs to the main floor. 

The rest of the evening passed pleasantly enough. Stephen and I ate some of the appetizers servers brought around, danced together a couple of times, and chatted with museum donors. But my eyes kept returning to her. The man she'd been talking with had moved on, and other men had come and gone in the seat next to her. That was unusual for her not to have a steady male escort.

Stephen caught me eventually. "She's straight, you know, sweetheart" he said.

"I'm not sure...."

Stephen sighed. "I am. Just once I want you to go after something that's actually available."

"Some thing? Shame on you. Is that any way to refer to my next heartbreak?"

We smiled at each other. We'd known each other since college and had both been down that road many times.

"You're going to try anyway, aren't you, sweet cheeks?" Stephen asked.

"You know I am."

He squeezed my hand. "Go get 'em, tiger."

I tucked my dark brown chin-length hair behind my right ear and walked towards her. 

"I don't think we've met."

She slowly swung her head, gracefully moving her long neck. Swan Lake, I thought. 

"No, ve have not met" she said. Her language was formal and she spoke with a Eastern European accent. "Dr. Volkov is...vas...my husband."

"Oh, you must be Nadya. I'm so sorry for your loss." 

"Thank you," she said simply.

I watched her face. She looked more thoughtful than sad, but grief is a funny thing, and everybody grieves differently.

"May I join you?"

"Please."

"Dr. Volkov - Felix - was a good friend to the museum and to me. I will miss him."

"Yes," she said. "He spoke fondly of you as vell."

"I'm sorry I wasn't able to attend the service in Basel."

"It vas wery nice. Felix had many friends."

There was something about her comment that made me wonder about their relationship. She hadn't said "we" have many friends. I'd known Felix was married, but other than to tell me she was a "very great beauty," he hadn't talked about her much. He was right about her beauty.

"It was nice of you to come to the museum party; you didn't need to do that. I hope you have had a good time."

She looked hard at me for a moment, then softened. "I like it. It is good to get out."

"Yes. How long will you be in the States?"

"A couple veeks only. I have some business here and my niece lives in New York, so I vill visit her there before I go home."

I took a breath and a chance. "May I take you out to lunch while you are D.C.?"

She looked at me for a moment. 

"I would much prefer a museum visit. If you are not tired of art, that is."

I smiled. "No, I never of tire of art."

"Good. There is an exhibit at the Corcoran I vould like to see."

"Wonderful. I haven't seen the current exhibit. When would you like to go?"

"Tomorrow if that is not too soon for you."

Oh crap, I thought. I'd have to rearrange my schedule and my assistant Ginny wouldn't be happy with me. But Nadya was the widow of one of the museum's biggest donor. When billionaire donors say jump, I ask how high. The fact that this woman made my motor run was secondary, I told myself.

"I can arrange for us to have a private tour if you'd like."

"No. I prefer to have my own reaction rather than have someone else tell me vat to think about the art."

I smiled. "I can understand that. What time would work for you?"

"I have financial meetings in the morning. Vat about 3 o'clock?"

That would mean I would only miss one meeting. "That would be perfect."

She honored me with a small smile then. "Shall ve meet there?"

"It's a date," I said. I instantly regretting my choice of words, but she simply laughed a little.

"Good. I vill see you then."

We both rose from the table and I watched her walk to the coat check. Her slim hips swayed as she moved gracefully away.

"She's a hottie, isn't she?" Stephen said in my ear, almost making me jump. "Did you make a date?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact I did," I said. "Hottie isn't really the word I'd use to describe her though. She's more like a long tall ice cream soda."

"Down, girl. Let's get you home before you start drooling."

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When I dropped Stephen off at his place in Adams Morgan, he took my hand before he got out.

"I do worry about you, you know, Christina. You deserve so much more than you think you do."

"I know you worry. But this new therapist is awesome and I'm starting to feel...strong."

"Not strong enough to ignore the Ice Queen, though."

"Hey now." I took a breath. "It's all good, sweetie. No matter what happens, it's not going to kill me, I promise."

"Good to know," Stephen said with a grin.

"Say hi to Gary for me. Let's do brunch soon."

Slipping into queen mode himself as he got out of the car, Stephen said, "Well that would be just fabulous."

Smiling, I shut the door of my red Audi, waved, and drove home to my townhouse on the Hill.

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Fortunately I was too busy with meetings the next day to spend much time daydreaming about Nadya. At 2:30, I told Ginny I was leaving and headed to the Metro. She's beautiful, I thought, as I boarded the train to Dupont Circle, but it's not like she and I had some amazing chemistry. I'll have a nice afternoon, try to keep her interested in supporting the Museum of Art now that Felix is gone, and that will be the end of it. Just doing my job, ma'am.

That lasted until I saw her waiting for me in the lobby of the Corcoran. She looked like an icicle in her shimmering grey skirt and blouse. I'd like to lick that icicle, I thought, and then shoved the thought aside as I walked towards her. 

This time she graced me with a wider smile. 

"It is good to see you, Christina. I'm glad you could meet me."

"The pleasure is all mine, Nadya."

"The exhibit begins on your right," the young woman at the front desk said.

I stretched out my arm gesturing to Nadya to take the lead. I was being polite, but had an ulterior motive, of course. I watched the muscles in her legs and ass as she moved in front of me. She was taller and thinner than the women I'm usually attracted to, but she was not frail. The image of those legs wrapped around my hips flashed in my brain for a moment, and I almost fell up the ramp that led to the gallery.

Nadya turned and looked concerned as I stumbled. She reached out and touched the top of my right hand.

"I'm alright. Just being clumsy."

The exhibit room was dimly lit. The walls had been painted a silvery grey. In the middle was a tall rectangular cement block, with two strips of grass in the middle separated by a miniature stream. The sound of the water gurgling over the rocks was amplified somewhat and seemed to come from everywhere in the room.

"Oh, I...." Nadya started and then fell silent. The lighting, the visuals, and the sound all created a feeling of sacred space. Neither of us said anything, drinking in the feeling of reverence in the room.

We stood there quietly for quite a while. A strange feeling started to creep over me. There was something charged, almost sexual, about the room. 

I thought it was just me, until Nadya turned to me with a strange expression on her face. She almost looked like she was in a trance. 

"I...have changed my mind, Christina. Vould you be terribly disappointed if ve do not see the rest of the museum?"

"No, not at all. Are you all right?"

"Yes, I...have not eaten enough today, I think."

After we gathered our coats, we exited the museum into the cold afternoon light.

"There is a wonderful restaurant just around the corner," I said. "Would you let me take you for an early dinner?"

Nadya seemed to wake up, and she smiled. "If you vill allow me to buy you dinner, then yes."

"I insist," she said when I started to object. 

I acquiesced. While I do more than ok as the Director of Development for a major museum, I'm no billionaire. 

"As you wish," I said and pointed the way.

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We settled at a table in a corner at Hannah's and ordered a light meal. The late afternoon light seemed to make her skin glow, and it took my breath away. I could feel heat starting in my pussy, and struggled to focus on what Nadya was saying. 

"I am not ready to talk about vhat ve have just seen. I need to let it sink in," she said. So we talked about art in general, and her life in Germany, and our backgrounds. As we ate, I told her about falling in love with art the first time I saw a Rothko. And then discovering Matisse, and Picasso, and Chagall.... She listened attentively, her eyes never moving from mine. 

Once the waiter poured coffee for us and removed our plates, she was ready to talk about the art we had just seen. "I have never experienced such a piece of art," she said, looking straight into my eyes. "Can you explain it to me?"

"I'm not sure I can. The artist believes that each viewer experiences the art differently, and that no response is wrong."

"Ah," Nadya said. "And how did you experience it?"

I hesitated. "I felt strange," I said. "A little...off balance."

Nadya smiled and rested her hand on top of mine on the table. "I felt it too."

Almost absent mindedly, she started to stroke my hand with her thumb. I felt my clit start to hum from the touch. 

"Your eyes," she said, looking straight into them.

"Yes?"

"They seem to have fire in them."

Between her caresses on my hand and her eye contact, I felt flustered.

"I'm sure it's just the afternoon sun," I said.

She smiled. "Perhaps. But you are a passionate woman," she said. "I can tell. And I like that."

I had no idea how to respond. 

"But there are some things I ought to tell you before we go any further," she said.

"Oh?" How much further were we going?

"Yes. First there is the matter of Felix's support for the museum."

"He was a very generous..."

She cut me off. "Yes, I am aware. Ve may not have been close in some vays, but ve agreed about how important is it to support the arts. You have nothing to vorry about, Christina. I vill continue the support ve have given in the past."

I breathed a sigh of relief. "I can't tell you how grateful I am...."

She interrupted me again. "I am not a normal donor. You do not need to "butter me up" as if I vere a lonely middle aged man trying to prove he can still 'get it up.'"

I snorted in surprise at her remark. "No, you are definitely not like some of the other donors."

"I vanted you to know that so you do not think your behavior vill affect my donations in any way."

"I'm not sure what you mean."

"I vish to ask you something, Christina, and I vant you to feel free to say no. I do not vish to coerce you into anything."

"Coerce me into...what?"

"Felix and I lived separate lives but he and I had many things in common, including a strong interest in our own sex," she said.

"Ah," I said, for lack of anything better to say. I'd never suspected that Felix was gay, but that explained why I'd never felt any sexual vibes from him. He'd always just felt safe to me, even when he took me to expensive, romantic restaurants.

"And I find you...intriguing," she said. "Your friend last night...with the brown hair," she said. "He is not your lover."

It was a statement, not a question.

"No. He is an old friend."

"Good. Because I vould like very much to fuck you," she said.

I was drinking when she said it and I almost spewed my water.

"Oh dear...vas I wrong about you?"

"No, no. It's just that I've never been propositioned so...honestly. And by someone I just met," I said.

"I am used to getting vhat I vant," Nadya said. "I am not asking you to be my girlfriend. I am asking you to spend the night vith me. That is all." 

"Your honesty is refreshing. I think I'd like that."

She removed her hand from the top of mine. "Good. Let us go now," she said.

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We took a taxi to her hotel. She had the penthouse suite, of course, at one of the best hotels in the city. Once we removed our coats – hers was a mink, pale ivory with muted strips of mixed black and brown – she offered me a drink. 

"Scotch, brandy, beer, something else?"

"Brandy would be nice."

She filled her own glass with a couple ice cubes and poured scotch over it. The carpet was plush and soft and we both removed our shoes once we sat on the sofa. There was a wall of windows and we could see the lights of the whole city below us.

"It's beautiful," I said, looking at her.

"Yes, I like to stay here because of the view," she said. 

As we started out the window, she slid her hand over mine on the back of the sofa. She slid over the expensive leather towards me. She leaned towards me and kissed me, barely. Would she be so detached and controlled in bed? It was as if a cool breeze passed my lips. She took her tongue and traced my lips with it. Her tongue was almost icy from her drink when she touched it lightly to my lips.

"Ohhh...." I moaned.

"You heat up quickly, I see. That is good. I hope you vill not burn out too soon."

I didn't respond except to pull her head towards me again and kiss her deeply. I tasted the scotch. I moved my tongue around her mouth passionately. She backed out of the deep kiss and went back to delicately nipping my lips and kissing me with quick light kisses, keeping me wanting more. 

Her right hand moved under my ass and squeezed gently. She pulled me down so I was lying on the sofa and lay on top of me. She moved her right leg between my thighs and pushed it against my pussy. I moaned again. Then she took her hands and ran her nails up and down my arms, raising goosebumps.

I threw my head back, surrendering to her pace. She lifted off my body and sat down and the edge of the sofa. She unbuttoned my blouse and removed it. My breasts – a respectable 36C, were covered in a red lace bra. She pinched my nipples quickly several times. 

"Unhhhhh...."

She drew her hands downward over my stomach, dragging her nails. She ran fingers around the waist of my pants and my stomach muscles spasmed. Her elegant hands unzipped my black dress pants and I raised my hips so she could remove them. She lay them over the arm of the sofa. She turned back to me and exhaled. 

"Oh, you are lovely...and vet." She took a finger and ran her nail along the dark spot in the center of my panties, and I inhaled sharply. 

"Yesssssssss...."

Leaving my pussy, she dragged her nails down my legs and back up again. I shivered. She hooked her fingers under my silken thong and pulled it down and off my legs. Then she took her nail and traced circles over my bare covering of pubic hair. It felt like fire coursing through my body. 

My chest lifted towards her of its own volition and then fell back to the sofa. 

"Oh, please, Nadya...."

"You Americans are so impatient," she said, smiling.

"I..."

"Hush," she said. 

But I couldn't contain myself anymore. I sat up and with my left hand drew her head towards me. I lowered my mouth to hers and kissed her passionately. I wanted to rip her beautiful silver grey dress off, but reminded myself it probably cost the same as my monthly mortgage payment. 

I moved my hands to her shoulders. 

"May I undress you?" I said.

Without a word we both stood, and she turned. I unzipped her dress and slid the silk garment down her lithe body. She turned back to me.

Her breasts were small, barely B cups. Just enough to fill my hands; just the way I like them. They were bound in a beautiful light blue satin demi-bra, which I quickly removed. She had small pale pink areoles, her nipples slightly darker, drawn up and hard. I ran my hands over them and relished the feel of the hard nubs on the sensitive skin of my palms. She sighed.

All she had on now were white thigh high stockings and a pair of ice blue panties. I bent over to remove them. 

"No," she said suddenly. 

I stopped instantly. "Oh...."

"Leave them on," she said more softly. "I have a treat for you."

"More of a treat than this?" I said, looking hungrily over her beautiful svelte body. 

She laughed softly. 

"Perhaps ve should move to the bedroom," she said. "I'm just going to freshen my drink. Vould you like more brandy?"

"No, thank you." I felt light headed enough without more alcohol.

"I vill join you in the bedroom in a moment."

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The bedroom was as elegantly appointed as the living room, with another wall of windows looking in a different direction over the city. I stood there looking out the window waiting for her to join me. When she came in, she walked straight into the bathroom.

"Vhy don't you lie on the bed for me?"

If I thought I was turned on before she came out of the bathroom, it was nothing like the electricity that went through me when she came out. She was still wearing the white thigh highs, but now she also had on a black leather harness on, with a bright blue dildo. The contrast of the lady like stockings and the harness was confusing and exciting all at the same time.

My legs spread unconsciously. She climbed up on the bed, cat-like as she moved between them. She drew herself up and sat on my pelvic bone, her knees on either side of my legs.

I reached out to stroke her cock and pushed it into her clit when I reached the base. After a few more strokes, I let go and reached up to cup her breasts in my hands. Then I wiggled up so I was sitting up. I ran my mouth around one of her areoles, then the other. I flicked one nipples with my tongue then sucked on it. I switched back on forth, squeezing the nipple I didn't have my mouth on.

"Oh, that is good" she said.

Good? My pussy was on fire and I could barely breathe. 

Nadya ran her nails up my arms and down the sides of my back. When she reached my ass, she surprised me by pulling me hard towards her so I was lying underneath her. Her breathing was heavier. Good, I thought. Maybe she's starting to lose her composure.




Fire and Ice



She moved her knees to the sides of my head and said, "Eat me, please." I was more than happy to do that. I reached my hands up, spread her lips and ran my tongue up and down her nether lips. I stopped at the top and ran circles around her clit, then licked the insides of her labia. At the bottom, I stuck my tongue in her pussy and moved in circles in her hot, wet tunnel. She started to moan. As I moved my middle finger up to massage her clit and kept my tongue deep in her wetness, my blond lover started to buck. 

"Oh Christina...."

When I looked up, Nadya had her head thrown back and her long neck looked vulnerable. I wanted to rake my teeth over it. But I couldn't reach it and the idea of this elegant woman with a hickey was unthinkable. 

Once her shuddering had quieted, she moved away from my mouth. She slid down my body running her hand down the soft skin of my stomach, then started massaging my stomach just above my trimmed mound. It put pressure on my clit and I moaned. Then suddenly she stopped, rolled off me, and reached for her drink on the night stand. 

"What...."

"You vill see," Nadya said.

Then she put her drink down and lowered her mouth to my breasts. I gasped when I felt the ice cube from her glass circling my nipples in her mouth. She moved down my body sticking her cold tongue in my belly button. Continuing down my body, she spread my lips and pulled the hood up and away from my clit. I held my breath, waiting for her to touch my hot pussy. Then suddenly I jerked when a drop of ice cold water dripped straight onto my most sensitive spot. It was like nothing I'd ever felt and I almost came in that instant. 

She circled my clit with the ice a couple times then reached up and took the now smaller ice cube from her mouth. In a quick motion she shoved it up my pussy, positioned the dildo and rammed it into me.

I was soaking wet and Nadya quickly developed a deep rhythm, dragging the cock all the way out and then driving it back in. At first I could feel the ice cube deep inside me, but it quickly melted and then all I felt was the enormous dildo pounding into me, dragging the ridges in and out. 

I tried to reach around her hips to touch her puckered hole, but fell back as she started fucked me harder and faster, my back arching and my eyes rolling to the back of my head. 

"Oh Nadya. Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Harder!"

She increased her thrust and then a few moments later whispered, "Cum for me now, darling" in that beautiful accent. That was all I needed. I jerked and shook as an orgasm started deep within me, then I wailed as it blasted through my cunt and rippled out to the rest of my body. 

I lay panting on the bed as she rolled off me again, smiling.

She lay next to me her head resting on my shoulder and gently ran her hands over my body. It was not long before I fell into a sound sleep.

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"So how was it?" Stephen asked that Sunday as we examined the menu at a new bistro near the circle. 

"How did you know?"

"Honey...how long have I known you? I can tell when you've been well fucked."

I laughed. 

"Are you going to pinning for her?" Gary asked.

I thought about it for a moment. 

"No, actually," I said, surprised at myself. 

"Really?" Stephen was surprised too.

"Yes. It was lovely, but...:

Stephen raised an eyebrow. "But...?"

"A little too civilized for me."



Fire & Ice



"Kelly, you have never looked more fucking hot, more fucking fuckable!" Colt told her, his voice almost breaking with his lust. 

He knelt down next to her and she immediately leant forward and took hold of his ridged, desperate cock, the heat from the soft skin and hard knurled shaft underneath, burning her hand as she gripped him firmly.  She took the flared and angry purple head of his pole into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the hard ridgeline of the glans, probing with her tongue the small slit, tasting the slightly salty pre-cum that welled deliciously up to her lapping tongue. 

"Oh fuck, Kelly, that's so good, suck my cock hard baby, and suck it all!"

Hearing him say those things to her made her tingle and she sank down further on his thick shaft in response, sucking as much of him into her as she could, torturing him as he had her, making him squirm under her lips and tongue.

As she moved her head up and down his thick tool, she felt Bret spread her thighs, and felt his hot, eager breath tingle her pussy. It was a shock when his tongue darted inside her, lapping furiously at her, probing, tasting. Kelly redoubled her sucking as her pussy was rasped by Bret's tongue, spreading her lips, gaining entry, and exploring her hot, wet, confines.

Animal noises came from her throat as the sensations from her pussy shot up her body, adding to dizzying sensation of the heat and feel of the massive cock in her mouth. She sucked hungrily on Colt's pulsating cock, slipping her hand down to his swelling balls, gripping them, feeling them tighten under her fingers, ready to unload their contents in response to her urgent sucking. Colt strained to hold back his urgent release, wanting the pleasure to continue.

Bret left off his lapping at her pussy and she felt her legs spread wide, felt Bret position himself between her legs, felt the large hard mushroom head of his enraged cock push against her pussy. She was so wet and aroused she offered no resistance as he shoved the whole length of him into her in one full, deep, thrust. The head of his cock touching the roof of her pussy, stretching her vagina wide as it accommodated its hot girth.

He pounded at her in rapid deep thrusts, pulling almost fully out before diving hotly, fully, deeply back into her, again and again, his balls slapping obscenely against her ass at each stroke. She felt as if his cock would fuck her right through to her head, so deep he felt, so hard he drove into her, as she clamped her mouth resolutely on Colt's cock while being fucked hard by Bret.

Then she felt Colt pull away from her suctioning mouth. At the same time, she felt Bret slow also, felt him withdraw his deliciously torturing cock from deep within her pussy. She turned over as Colt then took Bret's place, as now on all fours, she prepared to receive Colt's own massive cock. He wasted no time as he immediately and roughly slid his fat length into her, making her cry out in delicious shock at his huge intrusion.

"Oh..YES! Fuck me hard Colt. Fuck me HARD! YES! YES!" She screamed in wild abandon now, oblivious to everything except her desire.

Bret had moved around and thrust his own enraged cock to her face. Stifling her screams, she unhesitatingly took hold of his slippery cock, slick with her own pussy juices, and began urgently sucking its length. Tasting her own sex upon his length was an added flavour, sweet and erotic, she drank him deeply into her.

She now had both men within her body, both fucking her deeply, filling her with their cocks, their lust and their desire, her dream fantasy was now a reality. She shuddered as the wild thought that her one time fantasy was now a reality, sending her orgasm bursting through her. She held tightly onto Bret's cock, no longer able to suck on its length as she felt her vagina clamp repeatedly on the thrusting cock of Colt, still plunging frantically in and out of her pussy.

"Ahhhhh! Ohhhh!! YES! YES!" Kelly cried out, screaming out her release as the intense shock waves of her orgasm swept through her body. 

The orgasm lingered at a plateau, not letting go, the fire not really subsiding, then even intensified as Colt thrust once more and stopped. His cock pulsed, buried to the hilt within her, as he erupted, his hot spunk bursting and flooding her, making her continuous orgasm erupt further, reaching new and intense peaks. 

Bret grasped Kelly's hand, which was still wrapped tightly, but motionless, on his cock, while she rode out her intense orgasm. His large hand around hers, he started pounding his own meat, using her hand to rub himself furiously, his balls bouncing wildly as he brought himself to his own gushing orgasm in front of her. Kelly watched spellbound as the head of his cock expanded even more, the white liquid flying out in several long spurts, before cascading hotly over her hands, inches from her eyes.  

The intensity of her orgasm swirled Kelly into another world of strange sensation and blurred, confused images. The dreamlike state became even more unreal. The heat and fire of the orgasm subsided, melted and merged into the heat of the log fire, the ice-cold of the air made itself noticeable, she was at once hot, and yet, cold. But it seemed distant, no longer mattering very much, as she lay in her deep afterglow. Fire and Ice. Lights flashed and burst in staccato colours within her closed eyelids as the sensations swirled around her. A trilling sounded, a sound she recognised, her cell phone calling, but she no longer cared. Distant voices trailed off. Sleep, blessed sleep took her and she sank into welcoming darkness, a deep sleep. A faint growing light was growing in this darkness, beckoning her to it. It was time to go.

The ringing continued and the searching paramedic picked up the cell phone from the snow where it lay. The heat from the burning car had started to melt it, but it still worked.

"Hello? Who is this?" He spoke into the phone. 

"Hell? I am sorry, I must have a wrong number..." 

"No, wait, don't hang up, who do you want to speak too? Who are you?" The paramedic asked urgently.

"My names Colt, I am calling for Kelly, do you know her? She is supposed to be meeting me, where is she...is she alright?"

The paramedic looked down at the body of the woman in the snow, lying next to the burning car, before answering. Now he knew her name. Then he spoke slowly into the phone.

"Sir, I am sorry, but there has been an accident..."

Mike, the second paramedic, joined his partner standing over the depression in the snow where the body lay. He watched him finish talking and close the cell phone. 

"That was the woman's boyfriend, a hell of a way to find out..." He told Mike softly.

Then he threw off his glove as he reached down to the neck area of Kelly to carefully check again. 

"Anything?" 

Mike shook his head. "No, we were just too late...the cold must have gotten to her fairly quickly, its very unlikely she ever recovered consciousness after the crash."

"Yeah" Bob replied, staring at the pale dead face. "Looks as if she is sleeping, she even has a slight smile on her lips, strange that huh? Almost looks like she died happy for some reason...?"

"The cold can do strange things to the body, Bob..." Mike shrugged, as he threw a blanket over the now ice-cold body of Kelly, lying next to the heat of her still burning car. Fire and ice, even in death. 



Fire & Ice



A true tale from Wales wherein Dwynwen is revered as a patron saint for lovers complete with her own island Llandwynwen. In the other version Maelon is truly encased in ice and never sees Dwynwen again as she chooses to be left alone. In my version I think, I know, Dwynwen would have gone with her true love. Maybe my version is the truth. 

“You are my love my one and only.” Dwynwen pleads with tears in her dark eyes her hands clenching the thick black leather of Maelon’s jerkin. 

He brushes her hands away turning his back to her. Dwynwen covers her face to hide her tears in vain she lets a sob of despair.

Maelon reaches out grasping her shoulders roughly in his scarred warrior’s hands. “How can you do this to us? You make of what we have nothing.”

She cannot bear to look into his haunted green eyes. She tries to avert her face but Maelon grasps her chin forcing her to look into his eyes to see the pain her earlier news has caused him.

“Don’t look at me so.” Her voice trembles though her arms ache to wrap about his strong muscled frame.

“You’re killing us. You may as well murder me with what you have said.” His voice is toneless now as he releases her turning away from her he mounts his black horse. Dwynwen cries out running to him grasping his leg looking up at him. They exchange a long look before he urges his horse to leave.

Dwynwen sinks down onto the forest floor sobbing aloud her grief. Damn her father for forcing her to give up Maelon. Damn him for choosing a distant king for her to marry against her will.

Maelon was a chieftain rich and bold, the handsomest man in the county as well as the fiercest warrior. Dwynwen had come into the forest seeking her animal friends when she came upon Maelon bent over drinking from the stream returning to his homeland after a hunting expedition. Dwynwen had stared at Maelon mesmerized by his powerful body that shifted gracefully beneath the black leather matching the inky darkness of his hair. When Maelon looked up feeling eyes on him Dwynwen had been mortified turning quickly to run away but Maelon caught her and was ensnared by her beauty. The rich fall of dark hair unveiled and her dark eyes wild and untamed. Both were caught in a binding love spell that neither wished to escape.

It began in secret with Dwynwen running from her castle to the forest into Maelon’s strong arms. He would hold her trembling body tightly against his hard frame. When her heart had slowed Maelon would lay her down into the soft green moss of the forest floor laying his body atop hers gently kissing her virgin lips. Over time Dwynwen grew hungrier for Maelon’s touch reveling in the kisses he traced down her neck crying out in surprise when his callused hand enveloped her tender breast. His tongue wound an indecent path over her bosom into her bodice where he exposed her breast capturing her nipple in his mouth. Dwynwen would shake in fear and excitement knowing in some distant corner of her mind that what Maelon and she were doing was wrong. But she could not stop Maelon nor did she want to.

Each day they would progress further and further. Maelon would suckle her breast feeling Dwynwen’s fingers in his black hair then his hands would caress up the smooth bare skin of her calf and higher still to her thigh. Dwynwen would gasp removing her lips from his covering his hand with hers. Maelon savored the tremblings of her flesh still moving his hand higher until he touched the thatch of dark curls that covered her virgin cunt. He stroked the silky softness forcing Dwynwen to feel his touch to know it and to crave it until she parted her thighs readily for him. Slowly he caressed the bud of flesh that made Dwynwen jump and cry out causing her cunt to grow wetter and wetter Maelon stroked the flesh of her cunt before easing one finger slowly inside. Tasting the tightness of her virgin walls wishing for the moment when Dwynwen would be his.

Maelon had sworn to not take Dwynwen’s virginity until they were married. And married they would be Maelon pledged from the moment he first saw her. This was now but a taste of what was to come. What they would share for a lifetime.

Now it was all ruined with the demand of her father. How could she just give up? Maelon thought, did she love him so little? Was it all a lie?

Dwynwen wandered about the castle unseeing and inattentive to all that was around her. Her heart cried out for Maelon.

After a week of not seeing him Dwynwen ran out in the middle of the night to the spot where they had always met. She walked to the stream’s edge standing over it seeing her shape blur in the darkness both by the water’s ripples and then by the tears that clouded her vision. “Maelon,” She whispered softly her heart’s desire.

Suddenly she was grabbed and spun about the scent of leather and man in her nose to see Maelon before her. He touched the tears that streamed down her face bending his head to kiss her lips. Dwynwen wrapped her arms about his neck feeling the silk of his hair brush her wet cheek.

Maelon took her down with him to the cool moss straddling her hips he rose up on his knees quickly he jerked off the black leather coat then the black muslin shirt leaving him gloriously bare to her eyes. 

“Don’t hate me, Maelon. I love you.” She whispered.

His hard fingers touched the smooth skin of her throat as his other hand disappeared at his side. Before Dwynwen could protest Maelon produced his sharp dagger tightening his grip on her throat choking off Dwynwen’s breath. He would kill her now. Dwynwen closed her eyes better dead than to lie beneath another. Better to be killed by her lover than to die old and alone.

But he didn’t kill her. Maelon slid the blade underneath the lacings of her bodice ripping them apart exposing her breasts to the cool night air. It was then that Dwynwen knew what Maelon was about to do.

“Please no, Maelon…no.” She sobbed as he roughly tore away her dress parting her thighs so that she lay exposed to him.

“Ssshhh.” He soothed running his fingers over her trembling mouth. “I love you too, Dwynwen, more than you know.” He began to undo his pants jerking them out of his way. He bent his head to feast on her breast her sobs filling his ear. His hand reached down to stroke the tight bud of her clit forcing Dwynwen to become wet and hot for him. “You promised me this on our wedding night.” He slipped his finger inside her causing Dwynwen to cry out in fear tinged with pleasure. “I will have you this night.”

“Maelon,” She choked her hands running over the hard planes of his chest loving the silkiness of his skin her body bucking and writhing beneath him as he plunged his finger in and out of her tight flesh.

“Mine. My bride. My wife. No other’s.” His lips fell to hers.

Then Dwynwen felt his finger inside replaced with something thicker and hotter Dwywen cried out in pain and pleasure as Maelon forced himself inside her. She was so tight Maelon gritted his teeth as he pushed deeper knowing he was wrong to hurt Dwynwen this way but unable to stop.

When he lay fully inside her he looked down into Dwynwen’s eyes now streaming tears down her cheeks. He kissed her lips exulting in the fact that Dwynwen moved her arms up to grasp him closer. Maelon could hold back no longer and he began to pound into her ruthlessly, unheeding of the fact that she was a virgin all his anger now upon him. Now she was his irrevocably, he was the first and only.

Dwynwen cried out at the pain of Maelon’s heavy warrior’s body atop hers thrusting hard into hers. Her hands feathered over the scars on his body lightly tracing the raised surfaces giving herself to him completely. He was her love even now when he betrayed her. 

Hot fire burned inside her body building and building until she cried out at the bursting heat that blossomed in her womb radiating outward to fill her entire body turning her blood to fire. She should hate this, she knew Maelon was raping her but still she held him close caressing his face as he looked into her eyes. Whispered words of love flowed between them unheeded and unchecked. Maelon thrust powerfully into her one last time before emptying his seed deep inside her.

He got up then dressing quickly casting a glance back at the stunned Dwynwen before getting onto his horse and riding away.

Dwynwen was hysterical laughing and crying as she dressed as best she could in her torn dress. When she emerged into the castle it was dawn. Her bodice was torn and hung open she had to keep one hand over her breasts so that it stayed closed, her hair was loose and wild, her cheeks streaked with tears, blood on her thighs. She crossed the throne room where her father sat with a strange man before him.

“My God!” He cried out at the sight of his daughter. “What has happened to you, Dwynwen?”

“I cannot be married, Father.” She laughed aloud staring into the shocked faces of her father and the stranger. “I’ve been had.” When her father did not respond Dwynwen screamed out. “I’ve been had, Father! A man has known me and I am of no use to a husband now, for who will want me?”

“Take her away.” The king ordered. Dwynwen cried out again feeling the hands of her serving maids upon her urging her away from the throne room.

The madness didn’t leave Dwynwen for a week. She tossed and turned in her bed feverish, alternately calling out for Maelon, her love, and damning her father for separating them.

Maelon turned to ice. Not bodily as the legend has it but in his heart. He was ice the night he left Dwynwen alone on the forest floor. He was merciless now waging war and killing his enemies. Screaming in the midst of the battle like a berserker crying out his pain and loss. No woman satisfied his lust, nothing made him forget.

Two moons passed and Dwynwen’s father decided to hide his shameful daughter in a convent. Dwynwen accepted his decree without protest. Each message she had of Maelon was only another thorn in her heart. She took to wearing black, Maelon’s color, keeping one part of him to herself.

Maelon saw the carriage that came to carry away Dwynwen his heart grieved to learn of her madness knowing that he was the cause but the ice about his heart refused to melt. He watched a woman dressed in black with a black veil covering her face and hair enter the carriage. As it began to pull away Maelon felt his stomach clench. Suddenly the window in the door of the carriage was thrown open the girl in the veil stuck out her head her eyes fixed on Mealon. With a smooth sweep of her hand she lifted the veil from her face and Maelon almost fell from his horse. It was Dwynwen. They shared a burning lasting stare between them. Maelon could almost taste the tears that ran down her face.

In the convent for a month Dwynwen heard of Maelon’s vicious exploits. Ever since she had arrived in the drafty convent some miles away she had worn the rugs thin with her ceaseless prayers to god to save Maelon, to save herself. This night she knelt in the chapel fingering her beads whispering prayers when before her came a golden light.

The light remained formless and motionless yet a voice clearly issued forth. “Dwynwen, you who have been greatly wronged have moved me with your prayers. I give you three wishes that you may use as you will.”

“My god,” Dwynwen bowed her head from the light thinking for one moment before replying. “Melt the ice of my love’s heart. Set him free from his pain. Let all lovers who come to me find their wishes granted and bestowed. And let me never love again.”

The light disappeared before her eyes as quickly as it had come and deep inside Dwynwen knew her wishes had been fulfilled.

There was no longer any news of Maelon’s rages and bloody battles. The ice about his heart had been melted setting him free. Still Dwynwen stayed in the convent until more time had passed and Maelon entered her door.

He was still the same still with the powerful rugged figure, the eternally handsome face, his black hair was long and wind tossed his green eyes were intense as they bored into hers. Without a word he entered her cell shutting the door. He picked her up into his arms pulling off the confining wimple and veil sighing in pleasure as her hair streamed out long and free over his arms. He crushed her closer placing burning kisses on her lips that she returned with interest.

“I love you, Dwynwen. I beg for your forgiveness for the wrong I have done you.” He fell to his knees before her, eyes on the ground.

Dwynwen reached her hand underneath his chin tilting his face up. She knelt down in front of him cupping his face in her hands. “I forgive you. I forgave you the moment it was done. I cried out for you in my madness loving you still.”

Maelon looked away from her wanting her forgiveness but unable to bear the weight of it. “Come away with me.” He whispered tortured in his longing for her. She was his one true love. The eternal love.

Dwynwen hung in indecision a part of her wanting to go with Maelon wherever he would go another part of her bound to her order and to her god.

Which love would she choose?



Fire & Ice



I knew He would be mad. I forgot to send Him an e-mail, and it was as part of a punishment already. I was meant to send horny e-mails each day, how could I forget? Although I apologised I made a further mistakes by not addressing Him correctly.

'Lay across my lap', He ordered, 'I was going to give you five, but you just earned yourself another four!' I begged to be forgiven, but He just said, 'Come here, do as I told you NOW!'

I walked over to Him and lay across His lap. He raised my skirt and pulled my panties down to my knees. 'Now you count and if you miss one, then I add another'. He said 'Yes Sir, I understand' I replied. First He stroked my ass, this always felt so good, made me moan, but I sensed His hand pull back, I tensed my bottom and then felt the first stroke of his hand. I closed my eyes as I felt the sting, 'One Sir thank you' I said quietly. Again, harder now. 'Two Sir thank you'. Again and again He struck in the same place. 'Four Sir, thank you' I sobbed. And so it went on, the strokes seeming to get harder. After the ninth my tears flowed freely and I managed to mumble, 'Nine Sir, thank you'.

He ordered me to stand and remove my clothes. For a moment He disappeared into the other room and I hear chains and other things being moved about. When He came back He told me to follow Him and lie on the bed, arms above my head, legs open wide. I did as He said. 

I felt cold leather surround each of my limbs, then they were pulled till my movement was limited. He dimmed the light and I could barely see Him. He lit a candle and brought it close to the bed. He held it above my feet, tilted it and let the hot wax fall onto my toes. It made me gasp, the heat of the liquid. He dripped it up my ankles and then as far as my knees, the wax making my skin tingle, I gasped and moaned simultaneously. Soon the hot wax fell onto my thighs this stung at first but then felt as exquisite as the rest. As He neared my pussy, I wriggled wanting to get away from the hot wax, not wanting to feel it on my shaven mound. He blew out the candle and got a rope. He secured it around my waist and tied it to the bed, now I couldn't move my lower body one inch. He relit the candle and came back to my pussy. He missed my pussy and instead let the hot liquid drop onto my stomach. I moaned now with pleasure as the wax fell onto my breasts, my nipples tingled with the heat. My upper body was covered in candle wax and the feeling was delightful. 

He blew out the candle and left the room a moment. When He came back He placed a pillow gently over my face so that I couldn't see. Suddenly I felt something incredibly cold touch my throat. It was obviously ice as there followed a trickle of freezing liquid down my neck. He stroked the ice over my body the feeling was so intense it made me hold my breath in anticipation. He peeled off some wax from my breasts and again I felt the coldness of ice circling my nipples, water trickling down my sides. My nipples were throbbing with the hardness of them now. The ice was touching my belly the cold water ran down my sides making me gasp and writhe. Then ice on my thighs I moan softly as He takes me to incredible places. Then the cold touches my pussy, I hold my breath, waiting. He puts the cube at the entrance to my pussy, it quickly starts to melt and cold water trickles down my pussy lips and to my ass. I moan some more the feeling overwhelming me. He pressed some ice into my pussy gently and I gasp as my pussy contracts around the coldness.

The ice fades inside me, cool water filling my hot pussy. He pushed something into my pussy it felt like the candle. I moaned as it went so deep, gasped as He pushed it in and out. Then he untied my feet, told me to bring them up to my chest and retied them so I lay with ass and pussy exposed. He took the candle from my pussy and lit it. He let the hot wax fall onto my ass, my cheeks covered with the molten liquid. I gasped each time a drop fell, the pain exquisite, the pleasure indescribable. 

I hear His breath blow out the candle. He released my legs but my upper body remained restrained. I hear the ice being moved and then feel Him between my legs. He holds a cube of ice in his mouth and stroked my pussy lips. I moaned with pleasure, the ice making my clit so aroused. He moved down. The ice running down my slit, making me wet and so hot at the same time. The cold water trickling to my ass, I was in Heaven. Suddenly I felt the cube being pushed into my vagina and soon it was gone from his mouth. The feeling was delightful, I gasped and somehow managed to ask if I could climax. He gave His permission and He licked my clit. As He did so He pushed a finger inside my pussy, fucking my pussy in and out, then pushed another inside and another, the feeling of being stretched was so good. The ice melted inside me and an orgasm ravaged my body. I convulsed, writhed on the bed, moaned with pleasure as I climaxed again and again. The cold of the ice and the heat of my body was an explosive combination. 

He held me close, whispered He loved me. '

I love you too Sir' I whisper back.



Fire and Ice



I have a fantasy....

I am home alone one day when there is a knock on the door, and I am surprised to find a young police officer standing on my doorstep. He follows me through to the living room, and I take a seat on the sofa, expecting to hear nothing but bad news or trouble.

To my surprise, the officer kneels down before me and takes my hand in his. He looks up at me, his big brown eyes filled with longing.

He confesses to me that he has been watching me, and had come to a point where he could watch no longer. He had to have me, and hoped I would consent to meeting with him some time soon.

I looked at him for a moment. His handsome face, dark eyes and jet black hair. The sincerity and longing in his eyes. The way his uniform hugged his form, giving promise of a hard, lean body within. I should have been angry. How long had he been watching me and what had he seen? But instead I found myself becoming aroused. Thinking of some of the things I had done alone in my bed at night, and him watching me; I felt the heat within me begging to rise.

As if he could read my mind, he began to smile, lifting my fingers to his mouth and kissing them gently. The warmth of his touches sending a thrill through my body, and awakening a need deep within me. I ran my fingers through his thick, dark hair. His eyes closing as a sigh escaped his lips at my touch. Brushing his fingers against my cheek, he lifted his face to meet mine. His hungry mouth finding mine in an explosion born of primal need. I felt his tongue probing and parting my lips, before it began exploring my willing mouth. I closed my lips around his hot tongue, and sucked gently. He moaned into my mouth, stealing my breath away. 

I could feel his hands everywhere at once, my legs, my waist, my breasts. Stripping me of my shirt, his mouth began to devour my throat. Reaching behind me, he unfastened my bra, setting free my more than ample breasts. Kissing down my chest, he buries his face between them, luxuriating in the feel of having his face surrounded but nothing but breasts. He covers my breast with kisses, nibbling his way to my large, dark nipples, and sucking them deep into his mouth. Both hands cupping and caressing more breasts then his hands could hold, he appeared to be in heaven. 

Sweeping me up in his strong arms, he carried me to the bedroom, laying me gently on my back. Kissing me hard, he stretches my hands above my head. "Snap" I try to move my arms only to find he has handcuffed me to the head of the bed. Kissing my ear, he whispers,

"Trust me. I would never hurt you. My only desire is to pleasure you like no other ever has. You will enjoy me, I promise." The feeling of being restrained and his sultry words only served to arouse me more. Standing beside the bed, he stripped away the remainder of my clothing, leaving me naked and vulnerable to the heat in his eyes. Removing his own clothing, he stood beside the head of the bed, his hard cock in his hand, just out of reach of my hungry mouth. 

Rubbing his hand down the length of his magnificent body, he took his cock in his hand, stroking it for me to watch, but never bringing it close enough for me to taste. My body began to ache with need and desire, but he had only just begun. 

He vanished for a moment, leaving me worried that he was going to abandon me here, fastened to the bed head. A few moments later he returned with a bowl filled with ice cubes. My body shuddered at the helpless feeling of being unable to stop him from tormenting my senses, yet it thrilled me immensely. Putting an ice cube in his mouth, he began to run it over my breasts, the cold burning my tender flesh as the ice melted and ran down my sides. Once again he sucked my nipples into his mouth, but this time the ice forced my nipples to stand up hard and proud. He flickered his tongue back and forward over them, teasing them even more.

Taking another ice cube in his fingers, he began tracing wet lines over my warm stomach, covering my body in goose bumps. He traced the lines lower and lower, until at last he ran it over the swelling lips of my pussy. The cold sent a shudder through my entire body as he parted my already wet folds and stroked them with the melting ice. He reached for another ice cube. I could feel the melting water running down between the cheeks of my ass and I began to wiggle. 

Picking up the bowl, he placed it on the end of the bed. Climbing between my legs, holding my knees apart, he pushed the first ice cube inside my hot hole. The shock took my breath away, and I tried to pull away from him, but he held me fast, adding a second ice cube, and then a third, and a fourth. The sensation makes me moan loudly in both pleasure and pain, but more pleasure the pain. As the ice melts, he bends to lap up the water mixed with the sweet juices from my throbbing pussy. Sucking a piece of ice from my chilled hole, he holds it between his teeth and rubs it hard over my sensitive clit. 

I grasp the chains of the cuffs, trying to pull myself free of his pleasurable torment, but he grabs my hips and holds me fast. I whimper a little, torn between wanting it to end, and never wanting it to stop. At last the ice is melted, and he lies across the end of the bed, his head still between my widely spread legs. He reaches for his nightstick, and I shudder in anticipation. With his tongue flicking hard back and forward over my clit, he begins to teas the opening of my pussy with the stick, sliding in no more than an inch before removing it again. I try and push down, to take more of it inside me, but the hand cuffs keep restrained, denying me the smooth black toy.

Slowly he works the nightstick a little deeper inside me, taking care not to cause me pain that would not ultimately bring me pleasure. Sucking and nibbling my clit, he begins to fuck me with the hard rod, building my pleasure higher and higher with ever stroke. I can feel the intensity building, and with a shuddering rush, I cum. Replacing the nightstick with his mouth, he pushes his tongue into me, lapping and sucking the now hot juices that run freely from my pulsing pussy. Before I have time to recover my breath, he straddles my stomach, cupping the outside of my breasts and pushing them up to concealing his hard cock. 

Reaching between my wet thighs, he covers his fingers in my still flowing juices, and lubricates his cock as he thrusts it between my breasts. With a groan, he arches his back, shooting a stream of hot cum over my breasts and face. He continues to thrust until at last his cock is relieved of its load. 

Reaching above my head, he unlocks the handcuffs, bringing my wrists and fingers to his lips, kissing away the red marks the metal had caused. Lying down beside me, he pulls me into his strong arms, kissing my mouth with tenderness and care. Smiling into my eyes, he brushes the hair from my face,

"Sweetheart, this role-playing idea of yours was wonderful, what shall we do next time?"

I giggle.

"How about doctors and nurses?" we laugh and he holds me tighter, kissing me a little harder.

"Do you know how much I love you?" I sighed lovingly.

"I think so." This would be the first of many such games for us.



Fire and Ice



An ice storm like this one can cripple a city. Power lines and phone lines were down everywhere. It would take days before the ice would melt enough to open the roads. The world has taken on a strange quietness that is eerie but somehow rather soothing – a nice break from the hustle of real life. I have plenty of food, water and firewood, and an excellent book to read by candlelight. I toss a few more logs on the fire to really get it burning hot, pour a drink for myself, and then curl up with a bunch of pillows and a puffy quilt on the floor to read.

I was so comfortable, completely lost in my book. So of course the doorbell rings. Damn. This neighborhood is quiet, with mostly single residents who are remote but personable. We keep to ourselves but help out when necessary. I was sure it must be one of them at the door, needing a flashlight, candle or something. Heaving a sigh, I left my cozy spot and made my way to the door, my helpful smile already in place. 

My mouth dropped open and I just stood there, staring at him in disbelief. I am so shocked, so pleasantly shocked but still not believing what I’m seeing. “What…..?” I barely start to speak when he kisses me and presses me back into the house, closing the door behind us. His answer is a smirk, a twinkle in his eye as he says “I thought you might get cold or lonely being stuck here like this, so I decided it was time for a road trip.” I still couldn’t get over it – he was here, right here, the last person I would have expected to show up at my door on any other day, but certainly not during a storm as bad as this. He kisses me again, hot lips on mine and I feel my body temperature start to rise. I am so thrilled he is here.

His eyes search the room as he strips off his coat and scarf and drops his backpack, his gaze landing on the big, comfy quilt and all the pillows next to the fireplace. It is warm in this room now, very warm suddenly. He bends to a knee near the edge of the blanket as he removes his boots, then pulls me down to him. We are kneeling, face to face, in front of this big, hot blazing fire, touching one another and I still can’t believe it’s real. His wonderful hands slide up into my hair, then down to hold my face. Cold hands are warming up fast from my hot skin and the hot flames, and now we are devouring each other, kissing hard. 

For a moment, there’s nothing but that kiss. A deep, hard, punishing kiss that I can feel all the way to my center. Now our hands are everywhere, his hands on my backside, mine on his excellent chest then moving on to other places. Clothes are falling away, hot skin touches hot skin and we still have hardly spoken a word to each other. I can feel his hardness against my thigh, rock hard and throbbing, and it makes me ache with need for him. I am soaked, wanting him so much I can barely breathe. 

“Lay” he whispers, nodding towards the quilt with his head. Intrigued, I do it, not the least bit self-conscious about the fact that I am now only wearing a tiny pair of panties. I stretch out, completely prone before him. He is still kneeling, resting his hands on his thighs and just staring at me. Slowly, his hands reach for my feet and start rubbing, so softly, so slowly at first, then digging in harder. Deep fingers probe my calves, moving up to my thighs and I can’t help but moan, it’s so intense. A light thumb grazes over my clit and I groan louder, grinding my hips up for more. No deal. 

He has moved on, fingers splayed on my rib cage, thumbs tracing circles on my waist, stroking. He is over me now, his hands resting on my breasts, kneading my flesh, torturing my nipples with pinches and touches. Those strong hands slide down the length of my arms to my own hands, locking my arms out to my sides, held firm in his grip. I am completely pinned down, by his hands, his weight on me and it is so sexy. His face nuzzles my neck, sending shivers all over me. A hard bite on my earlobe, then a nip on my neck, more soft bites on my chin, my lips. I am taken over by how turned on I am. Finally, a kiss, just a light one. He looks right into my eyes and I almost have to look away, it’s such a concentrated stare. After a moment passes he says softly, “Do you trust me?” 

All I can do is nod. He seems so focused, so sure of himself that I can only go along to find out what he has on his mind. My hands are still held tight in his hands, and he brings them together, up over my head. My eyes widen as I feel him start to wind something around my wrists. Something soft, his shirt sleeve maybe, a sock? I don’t know. He is done quickly, and my hands are tightly but comfortably bound. He kneels down by my feet once again, just looking at me. He’s so good-looking, so wonderfully fine even in just his shorts. I can’t stop staring at him, drinking in all the details of what he looks like, what his body looks like.

He reaches for his scarf and I am sure he’s going to use it on my ankles. I just think I have him figured out, then he moves right past my feet and heads up to my face with it. Softly, he places a kiss on each eye and then wraps the scarf around me, blindfolding me to everything. I start to protest but am quieted by a kiss and a soft “Shhhhh”.

Everything is strange now. All I can hear is the popping and crackling of the fire. I cannot see him at all; I have no idea where he is. I smell his scent, and the smoke from the fire mixing in. I hear a zipper being pulled, his bag I think, then nothing. Ahhhh, there he is, strong hands on my shoulder, he seems to be kneeling next to me. Fingers lightly stroke my hair, my temples and trace my jaw line, then find their way to my ears. Another surprise! A soft foam earplug is poked in there, then just as quickly, another in my other ear. Now I can barely hear anything, the fire seemingly way off in the distance and I can hear nothing from him. 

I open my mouth to speak but immediately his hot mouth comes crashing down into mine. His kiss is strong and in charge, his tongue lashing out at mine then pulling away to leave me wanting more. His burning mouth moves on, consuming my neck, my ears, and my chin then again, nothing. Just as sudden, his face is in my panties, scorching breath heating up the fabric, setting my clit on fire. I sense them being pulled to the side, then feel the slow push of a finger at my lovehole. Burning tongue on my clit, his finger finds it way inside the dampness and I am close to going over the edge. My hips buck of their own accord, straining to take him in deeper, to feel his tongue harder against my bud. 

My moans of appeal do nothing to help. He moves very deliberately, such long slow sweeps with his tongue, touching all the right places then slowly gliding away again. I am insane with the torture of this. I have never had such a long build up to an orgasm in my life, never been so close to release and not taken there. It’s all about me now, as his hands shift their torture to my nipples while his tongue and lips stay put, taking me to the payoff. All nerve endings are on fire, my peak is right there. I cum with a crashing force that rocks my whole body and takes my breath away. It seems endless, with waves and waves of pleasure throbbing through my pussy. 

I lay there spent, hands bound, deaf and blind to him and to this room, left reeling with my own intense satisfaction. It is amazing to me how alive my body feels, how aware I am of even the slightest movement or sensation near my body. He is gone from me and I have no idea where he is or what he is doing. My breathing slows a bit, my thighs are still wet with my own pleasure, and my clit still throbs. I am just about to say his name when he lands the sweetest kiss on my lips. Very gentle, very reassuring. He goes from me again. I feel the thump of a few logs landing in the fire and a blast of hot air washes over my already glistening body.

There he is again. I feel his hard, hairy thighs clamp down on either side of my hips. He is sitting lightly on the top of my thighs and I sense the heat and hardness of his shaft against my damp skin. It’s sultry hot here in our little haven. The heat of the fire licks at both of our bodies, causing little trickles of sweat. The fingers of one hand play lightly over my tummy, teasing. The other hand cups my face, then rubs my cheek. It’s such a sweet gesture and it relaxes me completely.

But then the cold comes! His fingers on my belly turn icy cold, and then I realize it is ice. From my drink, maybe from the freezer but it’s ice for sure. He traces little rivulets of sweat on my body with his ice cube, heightening every sensation. I am paying full attention again, aroused from my warm sweet stupor. The cold trail reaches up to my breasts, circling my nipples. They tighten as the ice gets smaller, then he slides it up to my lips. It is very small now and he pops it into my mouth, and I’m grateful for it. Another piece starts on my neck, a big one this time and his hot tongue follows the freezing ice as it slithers across my body. 

This goes on for several minutes, chilly ice chased by scorching tongue. Down to the cleft of my sex now, and I draw in my breath as he pokes an ice cube right up inside. I am burning hot in there and the icy chill is incredible. He stops all other movement to just watch, and there is nothing I can do except lay there, totally focused on that piece of ice, melting inside my throbbing box. The freeze borders on painful, but not uncomfortable. A trickle of hot water runs out mixed with my own hot juice and trickles down to my bottom, tickling me there.

With no warning, a large ice cube is dropped into my mouth. I struggle with it for a moment, trying not to choke on it, then he is there again. His hot tongue joins mine and we kiss passionately, ice swirling and melting, sending water down both of our chins. We devour each other until the ice is gone. He pulls back for a moment, then slips a few small ice pieces into my mouth, followed immediately by his rock hard hot cock. My cool mouth takes him in, my hot tongue and the cold ice rolling across his member. Sliding in and out of the wetness of my mouth, I give him every ounce of my desire to please him. His hands are fisted in my hair, urging me on then pulling me away, bringing himself to the edge. I cannot see him or hear him, yet I can tell that he is close to his climax. 

Driving harder now, then he pulls away and his molten load shoots onto my chin and chest. His rock hard thighs are clamped down tight astride my shoulders, hot skin against mine. I bring my bound hands down from above my head to touch him, and feel his heaving chest damp with sweat. Tense nipples under my fingers, hard chest muscles ripple as he breathes deeply from the strength of his orgasm. I sense him leaning to the side, reaching for something. I am wonderfully surprised by a warm wet cloth, softly wiping me clean. He strokes my face with it, and my neck and my breasts. His body slides to the side, stretches out next to me on the quilt and he pulls me onto my side, pressing me close to him. 

With one swift movement, my hands are freed. My fingers explore his body and face, amazed by all that I can sense without sight or hearing. Gentle fingers slip the earplugs out and then finally, my eyes are free to see his handsome face. Flickering firelight washes over us, bathing us in soft warmth. Fingers entwined, eyes locked, bodies touching yet the surreal quality of this afternoon lingers on. I find myself wishing the world would stay frozen, at least for a day or two, so this will not have to end. As we doze in the heat of the fire, I am wondering what else could be in his bag, what other things he has in his mind for us and I can’t wait to find out.