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“I love Black men,” Nina declared. The words singed Rick’s ears, filling him with a sense of loss, which felt weird. She, on the other hand, took his silence as a sign of complicity.
“Just standing near them gets me hot.” She liked telling him her fantasies, especially the ones with this cache, which she blamed him for, since, she’d never even looked at a Black man. Uh huh. But, you know what, he liked her stories, in fact, as much as it would make him jealous to hear them, he would make her describe them in detail. She, in turn, met his demands as much as her psyche would allow:
First, I rub my cheek against the bulge in his sweats. He is hard and smooth. No underwear inside the soft fleece. I love the sensation against my cheekbone and jaw. I bend my head forward so the bulge weighs down on the back of my neck. Such weight it has. Thicker than you but just as long. Frightening really. It could rip me open. Tear me apart. I am teasing him. I call him MrSweats. I softly circle the rim of his cock with my fingers. He tries to take it out. I put it back. Rubbing his balls through the fabric. I am slowly humping the other guy’s mouth, MrLap. I move my hips in a circle. My nipples are hard. MrSweats’ hands reach over to circle my breasts; fingers squeeze my nipples, softly twisting a little. MrLap’s head tilts back so he can see my reaction. MrSweats’ crotch and my head are even with MrLap’s eyelevel. MrLap stops for a minute, moves my panties aside. My clit’s swollen and dark. My lips flare out. I push my pelvis against MrLap’s face; his tongue goes all the way up my pussy. I pull MrSweats’ dick free of his pants. I open my mouth and suck it. Pump it.
Between the hot pulses of breath he’d whisper variations of this in her ear. He liked pushing her, to see where she could go; his urging ripened her surrender.
Being with him meant she could skirt the rim of her fantasies without getting caught in its wake. It was a paradox. She didn’t want to be the damsel in distress but, at times, would indulge the character of its fall, just like the way they made those white women scream and tumble in those grade B horror flicks, poodle skirts and high heels hobbling their escape.
Her desire for control ran her life. She married a man quite the opposite of her, a New Englander, “to keep me reined in,” was how she put it. She, being a southern belle, got what she wanted but it proved withering. She would never forsake her family but more and more she wanted to be with Rick. At first she thought she could control this part of her life, so, cancelling their dates were easy. But soon, it felt like death not seeing him and indeed she imagined herself a zombie going through the paces of her marriage and career except with eyes transfixed on every clock, watch and calendar. Could she love both her husband and him? This was the question that pingponged through her days of late. It hurt her head. Of course there was an answer to this quandary but not the one she wanted, so, seeking relief or escape she found herself again driving to Rick’s house. She had very little time between her job and being at home but time enough to do what needed to be done if only the traffic lights would work in her favor. It was if they were mocking her, turning red at every intersection. Were they waiting for her before deciding to change? Add to this, these damn drivers who all seem to have no where to go, but she did, can’t they oblige her and get the hell outta the way?
And he? Well, after two attempts to marry he chose instead to pursue married women, which soon proved habit-forming: Jesus, the fever they put out. He also had southern belle fantasies, so the two of them were made for each other. He felt she most of all fit his imagined template, musing on the ease in which after fucking her he could scoot her out the door. Of course, what actually happened never really lived up to that one, but he could still dream, couldn’t he?
The quiet ticking of his watch calibrates the anxiety. It prods at him as his end-of-the-day-old-beard used to annoy her. Now, he’s taken to shaving twice a day, just in case. He likes his willingness to be prepared.
The evening light begins to draw its stripes across him. He gets up to turn on the floorlamp and sits back down. There’s nothing to do but wait. He rubs his chin wondering, and this was not the first time either, if she’s as desperate for him as he is for her.
This type of paranoia wouldn’t have entered his head were it not for the fact that it’d been some 3 weeks since they’d been together, which was quite uncommon. Of course, there was that time when, after she waged an argument meant to end it, she made up for it by being around so much he found himself consumed with either fucking or getting a dry-vac. At that point their momentum seemed relentless. They not only wanted to consume each other but to live with every sense jacked up to the ceiling.
But sandwiched between their last and next tryst he always felt numb. And how does one get through the waiting?
He took up drinking. Now, lately he’d been drinking alot. That and calling anyone who’d listen to him, almost always late at night. Lord, there aint nothing like the combination of a telephone and liquor, ‘lickra,’ the way he’d heard it growing up.
She’s past due, which didn’t surprise him; after all, she blew him off at the last moment the 2 previous times. And besides, she was never on time anyway, a matter that made the vein in the center of his forehead swell; damn if she wasn’t arrogant. You would think a little punctuality would be a given in such a situation instead of being offered as a gratuity. Like, he had his issues too: abandonment, co-dependence, shit like that, which, thanks to his therapist he was at least able to admit to, just not to Nina. Isn’t that what therapists are for?
But, to be honest, all their conversations swirled with dates and times anyway–oh, and those fucking sounds. He can still hear the way she said, “. . .ummh, that dick. . .” That made him feel very special and to prove it he took to displaying his readiness as soon as she walked in. He’d really work at it too.
Like, take the last time they were together. She was splayed out on the livingroom floor, hands reaching beyond the table leg her wrists were tied to, breasts saddled with his thighs, head pommeled by the reining of her hair, mouth packed with all it could take, ears stuffed with his, “take it, white girl. . .,” the windows sweat. He couldn’t see shit and she gagged several times but they kept at it.
After he could sit up again he untied her. She hurriedly got dressed–didn’t even clean up–muttering something about how late she was and left all defiant only to call en route to say that it was so intense she just had to get away, but, after getting some distance she had to admit that she loved what they did, she just wasn’t used to being violated like that nor allowed to wallow in it. But, she liked it awright, adding, “All I can think about is your big dick in my mouth, I’ve been pressing my thighs together ever since.”
No doubt trying to contain herself he mused as he hung up the phone, although, the thought didn’t produce the satisfaction he thought it would and it didn’t stop the questions that came at him in ever increasing volume: How would she explain the flush in her face, the muss of her appearance? Would her husband notice their scent, freshly laid atop the one already permeating her body from now a year of fucking? He knew he would.
Nah, she’ll get away with it. The getting away with it was a bellows keeping their crotches enflamed.
As he felt his forehead he wondered how something so potent could be so callously treated.
And adding to this the blackwhite thing was now out in the open, a whole new space to explore but they still couldn’t look at head on. He reasoned that they barely had just enough time to fuck, the abstract coloring their bodies conjured wasn’t even in the cards but in reality, come to find out, they both thought about it all the time.
Knocking steers his attention. He sighs, becomes aware of how pent up he is. He takes a deep breath.
Nina’s about to knock once more when the door opens. The porch light shows off her shirtdress that’s open enough to appear downright labial. It hinted about her bra. Scalloped edges. It was a new ensemble she’d only recently purchased, wearing it for the first time. Throughout the day she returned to the sensations it emitted. Its clinginess triggered the memory of his hands on her. The new smell of the fabric mellowed as it pooled with the musk of her exertion; she was as anxious for him to smell her even as just the thought of him down there made her self-conscious.
This time things were different though. She wasn’t swatting him to get in the door. He wasn’t down there wanting to press his nose against her crotch. No remarks about how she looks. In fact, a face, silent, dark, just this side of being unrecognizable is her only greeting. Uh-oh. She starts for a moment, doesn’t know how to respond to the situation or to what she already knows his face is saying. His glare warms her insides. Her mouth opens, moves before she can find the words to form an apology for being late–a perturbed eyebrow cuts her off and beckons her inside.
She came directly from work, he can tell from the moist scent her body exudes, a spice that shifts the rhythm of his heart.
The hallway rug muffles the klik-klak of her boots. He follows closely, watching her juicy morsel of an ass work the dress, work him.
The floor lamp has reduced the size of the living room to a lighted spot, and, without any prompting, she heads for it. He stands behind her, lifts her bag off her shoulder, throws it behind him, not caring where. She turns to look at him but he stands just outside the light, his face obscured with the willfulness of a brat.
After a slight pause when she doesn’t move, he doesn’t move, the world standing still, a nod from him prompts the consequence of her decision. Her hands fumble for the buttons.
“No,” speaking for the first time, “start at the bottom.”
She bends slightly, casting her cleavage in shadow as she threads the bottom button through its slit, repeats the ritual with the next one above it, revealing her calves to be sheathed in blue that end mid-thigh. Glints of light accent the garters that continue up under her matching lace skirt. Only one button remains, the one just under her breasts.
“Leave it,” he says. Nina halts, her eyes narrow as resignation and resistance fight for dominance.
“Sweep the dress away from your hips, I want to look at you.” She does so; her consent delights him. The lingerie fragments her body and he studies each part. He walks around her, noticing long fingers resting on boyish hips. She’s holding her stomach in; he loves her little pout, she doesn’t. He faces her, then crouches. Her skin is the color of winter. The light dappling through the lace picks up the fine hairs on the inside of her thighs, how translucent they are before turning a bright orange. He sees she’s trimmed the hairs there along her thongline.
“I did that this morning, thinking of you,” she says. His response is to leave the room, needing to distance himself, needing to maintain control, even though he’d like to bend her over, take her until the only sounds to be heard are the peal of her scream, the blare of his grunt.
He returns with the bureau mirror, thankful she hasn’t budged, although you’d never know it to look at him.
“You’re only interested in yourself, canceling our rendezvous at the last moment, showing up late,” he admonishes while setting the mirror against the wall in front of her. “You don’t give a damn about my feelings.” The mirror sheathes her body in light but also reflects her eagerness.
“I know it’s just your way to resist this,” he continues, “but, we know you can’t stay away, can you?”
“I. . .,” she begins, but can’t find the words for her defense. She could walk away this very moment, put an end to the tumult that underscores her life lately, go back to her husband, children, the way things used to be and leave this to something she’ll share with a trusted friend sometime in the future. Maybe after he dies. She looks to the mirror as if it held the answer, leans toward it, but only sees how needy she is, sees what he knows is true.She sees him in the mirror now as he stares at her looking back at him. She turns to look in his eyes to catch some glimpse of what he has in mind, but can’t quite see what it is, since he’s looking beyond her. She looks back to what he’s looking at: Both see her reflection. She never really noticed all those freckles before, probably from working outdoors a lot of late. His hands come around to undo the last button. He pulls the dress from her shoulders. Only then does she notice the windows are slightly louvered; how must this scene look like from the outside?
He crouches in front of her again and unclasps the stockings from its garters, pulls the lace skirt carefully over them, lifting first one leg out of it, then the other but leaving them gapped, leaving the stockings to puddle around her thighs like old socks. Her crotch is a hairy sun that beckons him. He comes closer, so near she can feel him without touching. He smells her, then smells her again. He smells she’s been wet for some time. She gasps knowing what he’s discovered. You know that feeling you feel when someone’s looking at you like there is nothing else in the world? That’s what she’s feeling but it doesn’t stop her from imagining her hairs reaching out to his face. She wags it at him.
“Did I say you could move?” he asks, standing up to her.
“No one’s ever looked at me like this before.”
He walks behind her again, she sees the reflection of his hands undoing the clasp of her bra and removing it. It never ceases to amaze her how dark and rich his hands are as they possess her breasts. They lazily stroke her nipples, as if there were no point to it. But her nipples need only a little coaxing, a reaction she sees makes him smile.
He backs away again, she turns to see where but he orders her to look at herself. She admires her reflection although she’s a little distracted by that rummaging sound he’s making at her feet. Whatever it is she’ll find out soon enough and gets lost in her self critique: pivots her leg inward, questions if her thighs are too fat, weighs the heft of her cheek.
“You know I’m not going to accommodate you,” he says.
“What are you going to do about that?”
“It’s really up to you,” he says pulling up a chair in front of her and sits adding, “I want to see your ass,” saying it just like that.
Nina turns to show it. Hers was an ass that made him reckless. Sure, these weren’t young cheeks, but they were mature enough to beg a second look. He didn’t know whether to stare at them or bury his face in them–just seeing them created uncertainty.
“I’m getting hot you watching me,” she says, her hand heading for her crotch.
“Open your cheeks,” he urges.
She does so. He has to swallow. He tells her to hold still, extends what he was holding, a very bushy makeup brush–its hairs the softest thing next to hers–and ever so lightly runs it up and around the inside of her bare thighs but has to stop as quickly as he began.
“You must keep still otherwise. . .,” giving her time to imagine the end of his sentence. After a moment he begins again, this time he’s able to work his way to the swell of her ass, gets lost in the way the bristles bend to the curve of her cheek, works it down between them, brushes around but not in her hole saving that delicacy for some future use. Instead, keeps making those circles and just when she’s about to move against it–now he can tell–breaks it off.
“C’mon, give me s’more,” Nina says pumping her ass at him.
“Don’t be so impatient or you’re not going to make it.”
After she composes herself he moves his face in closer to her still spread cheeks, so close she can feel the heat of his face and–god, is he blowing in there?
Her hole restlessly opens and closes. It’s agony. She’d be grateful for anything now, the other end of that brush for instance, his lips, hell, even an eyelash. And, sure enough, as if by telepathy, he starts with the brush again, brings it up to the edge of her crotch, brushes the cleave of her ass, confounding her with its evasiveness.
“I am so hot,” she says, her body trembling.
He stands and faces her, looks into her eyes, sees that whatever feral desire he has, she has also. Its shamelessness makes them smile.
“You poor girl,” he says. “You think you can just show up any ole time you please, get fucked then go back to your so-called normal life?”
He leans in to whisper, “You like being naughty don’t you? You like the thought that while you’re over here with your legs up in the air, hubby’s just going to have to wait for his dinner.”
“Oh shit I can’t take it,” Nina responds and starts fingering herself.
“Oh, I can see you now, rushing in, heading straight for the kitchen all the while craving and scared of the come sticking to your thighs,” he says, taking her hand out of her crotch, pulling her over to the chair. “Wondering if he can smell what you been up to.” His words make her shudder. He sits and pats his lap.
She tries to fit on his lap as best she can, has to awkwardly balance herself on her hands. Rick, at first, caresses her cheek, feels how smooth, firm and yielding it is, breaks character for a moment to grab some of it, but then. . .
She looks up in time to see him raise his hand. She flexes her cheeks, he brings it down on her, its rim shot bouncing off the walls. Liking the sound, he slaps her again, trying to copy its pitch.
In time to the beats, he says, “you-like-being-a slut-for-me-don’t-you?”
“–Yes. . .,” she says not knowing if she can say more.
“Say-it. . .”
“I-love-being-a-slut.”
“Say-it-likeyou-mean-it.”
“I’m a slut! I’m your slut.”
“When-you-lay-downnext-tohim-you can still-feel-mydick-fillingyou-can’t-you?”
“YES. I-want-your-dick,” she answers, pumping in time to the rhythm he’s set, she fans her scent, her thighs getting slick.
Mercifully for both of them he finally stops, then snakes his fingers between her cheeks to test her juice.
“I can feel you through your pants,” Nina says, “you’re so hard.”
“I’m the one calling the shots,” Rick answers as he trails a syrupy finger up and around the rim of her hole. He wonders if she can also feel him throbbing?
He makes her stand and walk around the room, loves her exaggerated gait, each cheek now blotched pink, moves independently of each other, a movement that mesmerizes. Thank goodness there’s something else to distract him. He walks over to the bookcase. He turns, tells her to sit. She does so, gingerly at first, shifting her weight from one stinging cheek to the other, her flesh extrudes through the slats, he imagines bacon on a griddle.
He kneels in front of her–her eyes are full as they look into his, curious as to what’s next. He kisses her lightly, then hands her a book, points to the top of page he’s earmarked, tells her to read it aloud and not to stop until he says so.
“I know this story so if you skip any passages, you’ll be sorry,” he adds.
She begins, her words swirl about them; it’s a particularly good section of the book, one that’s filled with “pussy. . .cunt. . .cock,” words that’ll make her shake even more, it’s making him shake. He slips on a latex glove ceremoniously, making sure she notices. A smile crosses her lips as her eyes dart back and forth between him and her task. He squirts some lube, rolls it between his fingers, then, lightly strokes her lips. She reacts by opening her legs, but, continues to read, although it’s getting harder to focus. Her eyebrows dig in as she tries to put one word after the other.

“May I join you?” The voice was deeply sensual and best of all it came from a woman. “You looked so deep in thought that I decided to come and brighten you up, if that’s okay with you.”
“Please yourself, although I warn you that you’ll probably find yourself bored shitless.” I was deliberately rude because the last thing I needed right now was company. I looked at her, all cheerful and happy, and decided that I should maybe have a closer look. It only took a second to take it all in. She was almost as tall as I am, 5′10″, she was not skinny nor was she fat, she wore a white blouse that was open far enough for me to catch a glimpse of a well rounded breast, her waist was smaller than average and she wore a black skirt that had a slit up almost to her hips and through this I could see black stockings.
Like I said it only took a second to take all this in and another second to decide that maybe, just maybe, I should have second thoughts about my rudeness. “I’m sorry for my rudeness, can we start again? I would love for you to join me.”
“May I refresh your drink?”
“Thank you, I’ll have a glass of Sauvignon Blanc.”
She signalled the barman and ordered two glasses of wine. “I don’t usually barge into someone’s personal space like this but you looked terribly worried and I just felt like I might be able to take your mind off what’s bothering you for a short while. Would you like to talk about it, you don’t have to if you don’t want to, I won’t mind. My name is Frances by the way, my friends call me Fran”
“My name is Hugh and you can’t really shorten that. My problem is with your lot. I thought I had it made, a good job that I like, a wife and three great kids, I play sport, have dinner parties with friends, enjoying the odd chuckle juice in the process. It was pretty good until a couple of weeks ago when the wheels fell off big time. I lost my wife and family, my job has changed to the point where I’m no longer getting any sort of satisfaction, and due to an old injury that has come back to haunt me I’m no longer enjoying my sport.”
“And how does my lot, and I assume that you mean women, get to be responsible for all of your problems?”
“They’re not responsible for all of them, just the ones closest to home. My lovely wife has had several affairs during the twenty odd years we’d been married and I’ve always been there for her when they ended, I wasn’t overjoyed about this but I was convinced that my love for her would withstand all of this.”
“So what happened to change this?”
“Her latest fling did the unforgivable and left his wife, he then pressured her into kicking me out so that he could move in. It was then that I realised that the rest of my life wasn’t all that great either, my job requires me to comply with procedures that I don’t like and that don’t work, I’ve tried to change things but that has got me into hot water with management. I’m in constant pain from this injury and the operation to fix the problem is not guaranteed to ease the pain, in fact in most cases the pain is exacerbated.”
“You really do need cheering up.”
“I did warn you.”
“Don’t apologise, not everyone has a perfect life.”
“Like you?”
“My life is by no means perfect. I can empathise with your problem with your wife, my husband left me for a new improved model but that didn’t last. He wanted to come back but I refused because it wasn’t the first time for him either, and it won’t be the last. I just wasn’t prepared to go through that again. So I got on with my life and every now and then I go out on my own looking for someone like you so that I can try to bring a little joy into his life.”
“Are you some sort of amateur psychologist?”
“By no means, I’m just someone who has experienced life’s highs and lows and use that experience to help others.”
“Do you charge for this service or do you do it for the love of it?”
“That you’ll have to find out for yourself.”
“Tell me more, I’m curious, and while you’re telling me, what do you say to getting something to eat?”
“I would like that very much, that way we can get to know each other better. You might think that the end of the world is just around the corner but life has a way of surprising us when we least expect it.”
The dinner was great I think, we talked, we ate, we drank, and we had a good time, but I don’t remember anything about it, it was just a blur. “Where do you live?” I asked her as we walked out of the restaurant.
“It’s only a block or so from here, why do you ask?”
“I just needed to know whether I should get my car out of the car park so that I could take you home or whether we could walk.”
“Let’s walk.” She linked her arm in mine and pressed closely into me. We stopped several times on the way to her apartment to look at store window displays, I thought it was just so that we could delay the inevitable parting of the ways.
“Would you like to come up for a few minutes?” She asked as we reached the front door of her apartment building.
“Yes I would.” We were standing close enough to each other that it only seemed proper that I should take her in my arms and kiss her. Frances showed no inclination to pull away from me so I pressed my luck even further and pushed my tongue against her lips. She opened her mouth and I felt her tongue caress mine.
We separated and she opened the front door and ushered me inside. Taking the elevator to the top floor she led the way down the corridor to her apartment. Inside she took my coat and hung it on a hook behind the door. “Now where were we?” She came into my arms. Her arms were around my neck and her hips were pressed hard against mine, I was sure that she could feel my excitement, it certainly sounded like it, the noises that found their way from her mouth were of pure pleasure, if not lust.
I moved away from her just a little, enough for me to get my hands between us and I slowly unbuttoned her blouse and slipped my hands inside, she too was excited by the feel of things. Her nipples were hard, her breasts firm and unencumbered by any supporting garments so I was able to caress them. Her breath was coming faster and her body was grinding harder into mine, then she dropped her hands from around my neck to around my hips and pulled me savagely into her shuddering body, “Oh my God, oh my God, this is amazing, I have never cum just from kissing. I’m going to enjoy making you happy.”
Her hands moved to my trousers and before I knew it they were on the floor along with my underpants. She was on her knees in front of me and took my super hard cock into her mouth, moving slowly and deliberately, she sucked my cock while at the same time one hand was between her legs playing with her pussy through her pantyhose.
I was almost there when she pulled away from me and looked into my eyes, “Give it to me, all of it.” She resumed her ministrations and a few seconds later I shot my load into her perfect mouth, pumping my sperm down her throat. When I finished she pulled away form me again and stood up, she kissed me and I could taste myself, “did you enjoy that?”
“That was the most amazing blow job I have ever experienced, not that I’ve had that many, but it was amazing. What do we do for an encore?”
“Whatever you want to do, tonight I’m yours to do with what you will.”
‘What I will’ began with her bedroom and us undressing each other slowly and sensuously. I never knew it could take so long to take so few clothes from each other, but then it did involve a lot of kissing, touching, licking and sucking along the way. Frances lay on the bed, it was warm enough not to need to get under the covers, her legs apart and her eyes closed.
I lay beside her, kissing her passionately while my hand moved slowly down her body with side excursions to each of her tits. When I arrived at her pussy I found it so moist that her juices were running down her crack and over her ass hole. I stopped kissing her, causing her to whimper her disappointment and moved down to the foot of the bed. I started at her feet, sucking her toes in turn and then kissing and licking my way slowly up her left leg, jumping over the join where I could see her pussy wet with anticipation, but I wanted to prolong the moment for as long as possible, and down her right leg to her toes.
Slowly I began the return journey but this time I homed in on her waiting pussy, first kissing it gently, tasting her juices and then slowly pushing my tongue between her lips and licking her clit. Her hips arched up pushing my tongue deeper into her, her muscles contracted on my tongue and she whimpered her way through a prolonged orgasm, her cunt juices flooding into my mouth.
Withdrawing my tongue from her pussy I replaced it with my now reborn cock, sliding it in until I could go no further and then I stopped. I looked into her eyes as I pulsed my cock inside her. “Oh God that feels wonderful.” So, of course, I kept it going.
“Have you ever tried Tantric sex?’
“No, how do we do that?”
“We just stay here quietly with me inside you, not moving our bodies, no fucking as such, just concentrating on our genitals, tensing and relaxing the muscles. We can hold out for ages but when we cum it’s the most incredible experience.
It was over an hour later when we had our ‘most incredible experience’, it wasn’t Tantric all the time, when the hour was almost up she could stand it no longer.
“Will you stop teasing me, I want you to fill me with your cum, I want to feel it gushing into me and I want it now!” She grabbed my arse and tried to force the pace, pushing as hard as she was able on to my cock “Oh my God I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” Her body shuddered and juices gushed from her. “I’m squirting, I can’t control it!” I could feel the build up inside me and I shoved my cock into her as far as it would go and unloaded inside her.
I rolled over with her straddling my hips and my cock still inside her, our combined juices oozing out of her and running over my balls and between my legs.
It didn’t take long for my cock to harden again and Frances started rocking back and forth on it, now I know what that nursery rhyme is about, you know; “Ride a cock horse to Banbury Cross.” She was riding her cock horse like a champion, sliding her clit along my pelvic bone for added intensity.
She quickened her stroke until she collapsed onto my chest. “I don’t know how long I can keep this up.” Neither did I but I was going to go down fighting. We changed position again and she was on all fours on the bed with me shoving my cock in from behind doggy style, I found that I gained more sensation from this method than the missionary position and it wasn’t long before I dumped another load into her already full pussy.
I removed my cock from her and replaced it with my mouth, lapping the cum as it oozed out and gently licking the whole area especially her clit which brought her to yet another orgasm. “I have never cum so many times in one session in my life.” She sighed as she collapsed on to the bed. I pulled back the covers for her to get inside. “You’re not going to leave me are you?”
“No, I just need to clean up before I get into bed.”
“Allow me.” She took my cock into her mouth and swirled her tongue around the shaft until it was as clean as a whistle, she then proceeded to lick my balls, the crack between my cheeks and my pubic hair until that was clean of our juices. When she had completed her task she moved back up to face me and kissed me long and hard. “Thank you for tonight, I really enjoyed myself.”
“It is me that should be thanking you, you’ve taken my mind off my problems, for a little while at least.”
“Do you remember you asked me earlier whether there was a charge for my services, well consider the debt paid in full.”
I took her in my arms and we both drifted into a deep sleep.
* * *
It was daylight. I reached across to touch Frances, but she wasn’t there. What was this thing hanging out of the back of my hand? Who are these people standing beside my bed and why do they have stethoscopes around their necks? Where am I? That’s right, I’m in hospital. Fuck, I knew it was too good to be true.
“How are we this morning?” One of the doctors was looking at a chart in his hand.
“Oh, just great.” The sarcasm went straight over his head.
“How is the pain this morning?”
“Pain, what pain? You’re talking to someone that doesn’t even take paracetamol for a headache and you have me doped up on pethidine and you ask me about pain. There is no pain, but if the dream that I’ve just been having is normal for this medication could you crank up the dose a bit?”
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Part of this story is based on real life. I was in hospital doped to the eyeballs on pethidine, and I did have weird dreams. Unfortunately for me they were nothing like the one described in this story.

The summer after my first year in college I spent two weeks housesitting at the home of some friends of my family. It was a pretty sweet deal - house to myself in a a nice neighborhood, plus pay. It was kind of boring, but being 19, horny and without a woman, I managed to amuse myself moderately well with some skin mags and a box of tissues.
I was taking out the trash when I first saw Lisa. She was sunbathing in the yard next door, and as I came out the back door our eyes happened to meet. She smiled warmly and I, frankly, blushed and nearly ran back into the house. She was a beautiful woman in her mid to late 30s, curvy and tanned with long auburn hair. She strolled slowly to the fence in a bikini so small she may as well not have bothered with it. I managed to collect my wits well enough to speak to her. She introduced herself and we chatted for a few minutes while I tried and failed tokeep my eyes off her voluptuous figure.
“Listen,” she said after a while,”If you get bored hanging out by yourself over there, why don’t you join me and my husband for dinner tonight? If you’re not doing anything else.”
The word “husband” hit me like a slap, and I reconnected with the reality that I was about 15 years this woman’s junior and there was probably no chance. Still, I accepted - it’s not like I had a date with anyone else except Miss July.
Lisa and her husband, Frank, turned out to be pretty cool - they even opened up a few beers for me during dinner. Enough in fact, to get a fair buzz going and drop my inhibitions a few notches. So when the conversation turned to sex it didn’t faze me. After scoping out the limited range of my experience, Frank mentioned the fact that he and his wife enjoyed an open relationship, and wondered aloud if I’d be interested in expanding my experience with Lisa. I looked over and saw her blue eyes shining at me as she murmured, “You’re just delicious. I could eat you up.”
I stammered a response. “I… I guess so.” Lisa giggled.
“You’re a little nervous,” she said. “How about we loosen things up with a game of cards? Ever played strip poker?”
The answer was no, but I was sure interested in trying it. Frank offered a variation of the game he said he and Lisa played often with friends. “Usually what we do is make the first person naked into the sex slave for the evening,” he said.
Lisa winked at me. “I have awful luck,” she said.
“Sounds like my kind of game,” I said, and they both laughed.
Frank got cards and we began the game. It went pretty evenly, and before long, he and I were down to our boxers and Lisa to her bra and panties. Of course my understanding had been that she’d lose and be at my and Frank’s whim, but now it looked like the idea was she would boss us around. Either way, I was past caring as long as I got to go with her. Her bra pushed her ample breasts up into two luscious pillows, and the fact that she had one immaculately pedicured foot in my lap wasn’t doing much for my concentration either.
Frank dealt the next hand. I didn’t have much, a pair of tens, but I held them hoping to draw for better and lucked out with a third. I laid my cards on the table.
“Sorry sweetie,” Lisa said, showing a full house of Jacks and Kings. I smiled.
“Ha!” said Frank, throwing down a straight flush, 2 thru 6 of hearts.
“OK, honey, time to drop those boxers and show Lisa what you brought her,” she said.
I blushed bright red as I stood up, my hands shaking. Both their eyes were on me and it felt weird, but I quickly pulled off my shorts and tossed them aside. My cock bobbed up and down gently, rock hard.
“Oh my,” Lisa said. “Look at his cock, honey.”
“Impressive,” Frank said. It felt weird to have a guy comment on my erection.
“Tell me, sweetie, are you ready to get tied up and let me have your way with you?”
I nodded dumbly. Lisa took my hand and led me to the bedroom. She lay me down on the bed and tied my wrists over my head, fastening them to the bedposts. Then she put a bar with cuffs on either end between my legs, fastening it to my ankles and tying it to the foot of the bed. I was immobilized, and it felt very kinky. This was beyond anything I’d ever dreamed about. Especially kinky was the way Frank, naked now, jerked his cock as he watched his wife play with me. Having a guy whack off watching me fuck his woman was wild - but the state I was in, it was kind of a turn on.
Lisa finished by slipping a ball gag over my head and into my mouth. I fought it at first, but what could I do? It seemed scary, but Lisa smiled reassuringly.
“This is what being a slave is all about,” she murmured. “You’re utterly mine. You have to trust me now. I won’t hurt you - I’ll only please you. But you have to trust me.”
Words can’t even describe what she began doing with her mouth after that. Her lips and tongue explored every inch of me, starting with my toes and working slowly up my legs. She skirted my crotch to toy with my nipples and navel, then trailed the tip of her tongue down my belly to my groin. She lapped at the inside of my thighs, slowly swirled her tongue around my balls, and generally played with everything but my aching cock. It seemed like an eternity that she teased and tormented me. I moaned and squirmed in my bonds, dying to have her touch my cock and let me come.
Finally she pulled away and began undoing the bonds at the foot of the bed. I thought at last I was going to get relief. But instead she pulled the bar over my head, fastening it by a rope to my wrist cuffs so that my legs were held spread and over my body. My cock, balls and ass were exposed, and she returned her oral attention to them immediately. I’d never had my butt licked before, and when she rimmed me I thought I’d turn inside out. It felt so incredible. My balls were so tight and hard they were starting to hurt. Then I felt her tongue flicker not just over, but into my hole. My hips bucked and I felt like I’d cum right there. She kept tonguing my ass until my moans reached a fever pitch, then suddenly stopped. I was panting and flushed, ready for her to let me cum. I’d never wanted it so bad!
She disappeared for a minute. Then I saw her in the bedroom doorway. She was nude, her full breasts jutting out, and a thick, black strap on dildo protruding from her curvy hips.
I felt a sudden lump in my throat and strained against my bonds. Helpless! I tried to cry out but was muffled by the gag. Lisa stood over me, slowly rubbing vaseline over the latex cock. I couldn’t believe what was happening.
“Don’t fight,” she purred. “You’re so much cuter when you’re submissive.” My eyes were locked on her body, so sensuous, so perfect. Why was she doing this? She knelt on the bed between my legs. I whimpered, pulling desperately at the ropes that held me fast. I felt the cool, lubricated head of the dong press against my asshole. Lisa smiled.
“It’ll hurt as bad as you make it hurt,” she said. Then she thrust her hips. I felt a stabbing pain in my ass as my muscles tensed against the dildo. She kept pushing, and my cry of pain was stifled by the gag. Then all at once the cockhead pierced me, forcing my sphincter open and thrusting up into my ass. She’d fucked me! I gasped as she forced it all the way in. Now that I was open, it hurt less, but felt so full, so stretched that I could hardly stand it. Then she began to fuck me.
It was the most intense experience I could imagine, the huge dildo ramming in and out of my virgin hole as a beautiful woman knelt over me, biting her lip with pleasure. After what seemed like an eternity she buried the thing in me and held it there, her hips quivering. “Oh yes… oh YES!” she cried, gasping as she came.
The dong slid out of me with a pop, and I felt my ass readjust to normal. Then Lisa freed my legs and lay down beside me. I was so ready to come now! She pulled the gag out of my mouth and I began begging immediately.
“Not yet, sweet. First you have to do one other thing.” Frank came over to the bed, hard dick in hand, and I realized what she must have in mind.
“Oh god,” I moaned.
Frank knelt over my head, his veiny cock dangling in my face. “Suck it for me,” Lisa whispered, and I knew I’d be powerless to resist. I closed my eyes, opened my mouth and placed my lips around his cockhead. Gently I felt him lower his dick into my mouth, filling it with warm, salty cockflesh. Unable to believe I was actually sucking a dick, I began to bob my head up and down, swirling my tongue over his dickhead. As I did so Lisa whispered nasty words into my ear, urging me to suck it until he came down my throat. Before too long, I felt his dick twitch. A little spurt of bitter, salty liquid squirted into my mouth, then suddenly my mouth was full of the stuff. I swallowed before I realized that’s what I was doing, only to find my mouth full again to the point that jizz started leaking down the side of my face. I swallowed again and he pulled his cock out, finishing his last spurts all over my face.
Lisa slipped away for a moment, and when she returned there was a blinding flash of light. I looked up to see her holding a polaroid camera and grinning widely. “A little something for us to remember you by,” she said.
“Oh shit…” I moaned. “Please.”
“Shhhh…” Lisa lowered her head over my groin. She looked up at me with her deep blue eyes as her mouth enclosed my aching cock. A few quick strokes was all I could stand. It felt like the orgasm was coming from the soles of my feet, it was so powerful. I spurted and spurted my pent-up load into her willing mouth and watched as she swallowed it greedily. When she was done she untied me and she and Frank laid down with me on the bed.
“What did you think of that?” Frank asked.
“Amazing,” I said.
“You’d do it with us again - both of us?”
“Absolutely. You wouldn’t even have to tie me up!”
Lisa laughed. “What if we wanted to?”
I smiled as Frank slipped an arm around my shoulders. “Make me your slave anytime!” I said.

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“What a miserable fucking day,” I said as I walked into the cramped little apartment.
Becky was standing there, one hand on her hip and her feet spread apart. She was below average height and slender, but when she was angry, she could turn the pits of hell into an ice cavern. I took only a quick moment to notice she was wearing a short cocktail dress and six-inch stiletto heels. The hem of the dress barely came down far enough to cover her stockings.
“Where the fuck have you been?” she demanded.
“None of your damn business,” I said.
Her face conveyed how furious she was. She heaved her chest up a lit as she took a great inhale. Her tits were fairly small, but it was really her ass that won me over. “We were supposed to go out for dinner tonight, you jackass. I put on this slutty dress, did my hair, and put on makeup.”
“We should stop the presses on that,” I said, loosening my tie.
Becky marched toward me. “You are such a fucking asshole! This was supposed to be a special night. What kept you? Were you banging that little slut of a secretary again?”
“No,” I lied. I walked into the kitchen, badly needing something to drink. The slut in question had decided the appropriate time to tell me she might be pregnant was after my dick was softening up inside her cunt.
“Well then what kept you so late?” She was right behind me, practically on my back.
“Reports, graphs, some horizontal balancing.” Where the hell was all the liquor! I knew I should have stopped at the corner store. The bitch probably emptied all the cabinets before I got home.
“I spend years waitressing my ass off so you can go to college, and this is the thanks I get.” She was starting to heat up now. “You’re a fucking asshole and I don’t know why I put up with all your shit. My friends were right about you. Nothing but a fucking liar and a cheat.”
I turned on her. “Don’t be coming off all high and mighty with me, Becky. I know about the others guys. While I was studying my ass off in the library trying to make something of myself, you were screwing busboys and fry-cooks.”
“Fuck you!” she screamed. She grabbed a glass off the counter and hurled it at me. I dodged it just in time. It hit the wall behind me and smashed into pieces.
“You goddamn whore!”
“It’s a fucking whore you want!” she screamed at me. “You want some huge tits to squeeze your cock between, is that it?”
“Awww, honey-bunny, just because your tits are the size of a pencil eraser doesn’t mean you have to be jealous of women with full, voluptuous breasts that make a man want to drop to his knees and suck his thumb. And besides, at least we know your tits will never sag – unless they can actually sag inward somehow.”
Her face was crimson. “Ah, I hate you!” She picked up another glass.
“You throw that,” I warned, “and I am going to make you fucking regret it, you little cocksucker.”
“That’s why you married me, isn’t it? A bitch to suck you off? Well, I’m tired of being your damn little bitch!”
I smirked. “I don’t think so.”
She threw the glass. Once again, I just barely dodged in time. We were both past our boiling points and primed to explode.
We marched at each other, eyes blinded by rage. She hit me hard across the face and in an instant my hand was clutching her throat. I pushed her over, stuffing the side of her face against the kitchen table. She struggled against me, causing her dress to ride high on her hips. It revealed the smooth white flesh of her legs contrasted against the dark stockings.
I pushed my fingers against her mound and rubbed her roughly. She moaned loudly and suddenly began moving her hips eagerly against me. I slid my fingers beneath the thin line of fabric that were her panties and slipped them into her pussy. She was wet in no time.
“Oh fuck,” she groaned. My fingers were cutting off a little of her air supply – her reddening face was evidence of that – but not so much that she couldn’t get words out. “Take your dick out, Bastard. Fuck me up my tight little ass!”
With my free hand, I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out through the fly. It was rock hard. All eight inches seemed flushed with color. I yanked her panties down a ways, letting them stretch from knee to knee. Her dress was already hiked up past her waist. Her perfectly curved ass stared at me, inviting. I spat on her asshole and then drove my erection inside her tight butt. It was rough going and not without a little pain, but in a moment I was buried all the way to the balls, which were partly hidden in my khakis.
“Oh Christ!” Becky screamed and reached desperately for the edges of the table for support. Her scream was a mixture of pleasure and pain.
I pulled my dick back, letting all but one inch exit her tight little hole. Then I rammed it back inside, driving her into the table and causing it to squeak against the linoleum floor.
“Fuck YES!” she groaned. My fingers were still wrapped tightly around her thin neck. “Fuck your nasty little anal-whore up her tight fucking ass! Come on and give it to me hard, you fucking jerk!”
I starting moving my hips quickly, pumping my cock through her at a high velocity. I unbuttoned my shirt and peeled it off before putting my hands on her ass, squeezing and kneading her exquisite cheeks. It felt like playing with warm balloons filled with sweet jelly. I pounded her ass with a renewed vigor, jackhammering inside her with every bit of force I could muster.
Becky bucked her ass against me, desperate for every inch. “Oh my God, that feels so fucking good! Fuck my tight little ass! You know that’s how I like it! Rough and nasty!” She leaned lower against the table, making her ass raise higher in the air. Her stilettos were planted firmly against the floor. I stopped my own motion and just watched as she bumped her hips up and down, pulling my dick from side to side and up and down inside her hot hole. She was gyrating like a professional dancer.
I start to work my dick again, this time moving with more intensity. My eyes were hypnotized by the sight of my massive cock assaulting her tender little fuckhole. She was so tight her skin stretched and moved with every stroke I took. Her butthole was hotter than fire.
She turned her head to look at me. “Shit, is this the best you got? I thought fucking tight little cunts like me turned you into an animal? Show me, you fucking asshole! Make me your dirty little fuckdoll!”
I dug my fingers into her flesh and unloaded my wrath. She screamed and moaned as my cock pounded her fast and hard from behind, driving her slender waist into the edges of the table. I leaned back at the waist, admiring how my cock pumped through her dark hole. Her ass looked tiny next to my prick.
Becky began to buck against me, her perfect ass cheeks rippling as they smacked against my body. I was overcome with lust, watching myself do her tight body from behind, her dress pushed up and her panties dangling down around her legs. I dug my fingers into her tender flesh and worked my hips back and forth at lightening speed.
“Yeah, Baby!” she screamed. “Fuck me rough! Fuck me like the nasty little whore I am! Oh God, yeah! You’re so fucking big!” Sweat was dripping off my face. I leaned closer and humped her with more vigor. “You fucking animal! Using my ass like this. I’m nothing but a dirty bitch to you! I piece of ass to fuck! Well, I’m the best fucking ass you’re ever going to get!”
I slapped her face harder against the table, grinding it into the wood. I fucked her forcefully then, entering her with speed and ferociousness. She cried out in pleasure and pain, begging for more, begging me to give it to her more roughly. I did as she asked. Every muscle in my body was strained.
“Fucking hell!” she spat. “This the way you like to fuck little cunt-whores?! Force your way up in their asses with that huge fucking prick and tear them apart?! Oh God! You fucking bastard! You get off best when you’re ripping open tight little assholes, don’t you!”
“I love fucking tight sluts like you!” I shouted.
“Oh, God, you fucking stud! You’re gonna make me cum! Holy shit!” She started bouncing herself back against me recklessly, pushing my cock to newfound depths of her ass. “Here… here it comes!” Her whole body tensed up and then shuddered. “YES! OH MY FUCKING GOD YES!” The table slid a good two feet to the side.
I fucked her quickly through her orgasm, driving her more forcefully against the table. All she could get out were inaudible moans. It took her a good three minutes to recover, and in that time, I slammed my dick back and forth and played with her pussy.
“Jesus,” she sighed, “that felt so fucking good. But this bitch isn’t done. I want you to show me how you treat whores. Come on, Fucker! Use me!”
I slowed my hips down just long enough to slide my leather belt off. I looped it around her neck and pulled tight. A loud grunt escaped Becky’s lips as she struggled against the noose. I held it like a leash and used it to fuck her hard. The belt gave her just enough air to breathe and groan.
“Uuugh!” Her hand was clawing. “Uh-fuck!”
I pulverized her tight ass, ripping my dick through her at a renewed pace. I yanked on the belt with every backward movement I took, pulling it tight against her neck. She continued to grind her ass back against me. My body rammed against hers, causing her sweet fleshy cheeks to ripple and a loud smacking sound to echo off the kitchen walls.
Becky reached beneath her as best she could and began playing with her clit, occasionally slipping a couple of fingers up her wet snatch. She’d pull them back out and instantly suck them into her mouth, cleaning off her nectar before pushing them back inside her cunthole.
When I neared an orgasm, I suddenly pulled back and let my long cock slide from her asshole. I use the belt to guide her around and drop her to her knees. She looked up at me with watery eyes.
“You choke me hard,” she managed, “I suck you hard.”
I pulled tight and drew her to me. She opened her mouth wide and inhaled my cock. She slid her tongue around, tasting her own ass against the hot flesh of my rod. Her head bobbed back and forth. Her eyes were watering much more now, causing tears to slide down her cheeks. I use the hand that wasn’t holding the belt to press her down on my prick. She gagged heavily and I could feel her warm mucus sliding out the edges of her mouth.
I pulled back once again, letting my hard dick fall from another of her holes.
She coughed loudly. “Shit,” she said. “You’re a horny fuck tonight. But that’s what I love. Getting face-fucked nice and rough!”
I drove my cock back inside her mouth. I needed to give her no more guidance as she devoured my stiff cock, plunging her mouth over it again and again. It was coated with her warm saliva and tickled by her probing tongue and silky gums. A wonderful, guttural sound came from her throat as she choked on my erection. I kept the belt pulled tightly against her neck, sometime having to yank her back up into a more perfect posture.
She sucked me hard like a vacuum, blowing me to new heights of oral pleasure and making my nuts ache beyond measure. I wanted to cum right then, filling her mouth with hot semen and watching her swallow the load. But I wanted more ass, and I was not going to be denied. I ripped my dick through her mouth a couple of more times before jamming it in as far as it would go. Becky practically recoiled, surprised by the quick thrust. She pulled back, hacking and coughing onto the cool slick floor.
“Holy fuck!” she gasped. She sounded as though she had developed a sore throat.
I yanked her up by the belt, grabbed her ass, and lifted her off the ground. Her panties fell to one leg and dangled loosely at the ankle. Her legs wrapped instinctively around my waist. I spun her around and slammed her back against the wall. The picture hanging near us was jostled from its hook and fell to the floor with a crash. Becky’s lips and tongue were all over me. She occasionally bit down, bruising my skin.
“Fuck me!” she yelled. “Fuck me hard! Fuck me the way you fuck all those nasty whores you sleep around with!”
I guided her down on my cock, inching my dick back inside her tight ass. As soon as her fuckhole had enveloped my prick, she began bouncing up and down, led by my hands. I squeezed her more roughly against the wall as my own movements went up and forward.
“Yes!” Becky cried. “Fuck me just like this! So fucking nasty! You like feeling my legs wrapped around you? Come on, Baby! Screw me like the nasty fucking bitch I am! Show me I belong to you! Show me!”
I fucked her with everything I had, pumping up inside her butthole with a furious energy. My balls were still hidden in my pants, but they felt so swollen I wondered if they might break through the fabric. Becky started to growl like a tiger, totally out of control and loving every minute. I sucked on her succulent neck, tasting her salty skin and the sweat the was glistening off her flesh.
“Holy fucking shit!” she screamed. The neighbors could no doubt hear us. “That’s the way this hot little cocksucker likes to get fucked! Hard and violent! Make me feel every fucking inch of your big, hard cock up my tender little asshole!”
Becky rode me as best she could, using my shoulders as support. She slid her tongue out and I briefly sucked on it. We kissed passionately, our lips and tongue touching every place we could get to. Her nails dug into my back, scratching and clawing until the skin was broken. She screamed louder and louder. Then everything seemed to get quiet and move in slow motion. It was like cotton had been stuffed in my ears and all I could hear were our muffled moans.
Becky squeezed her legs tighter around me, drawing my aching cock deeper inside her. I felt her stilettos craze my pants before she lifted her legs back out in front. I buried my face in her neck and fucked her as deeply as I could. Though she was small, my arms were starting to burn from the weight and my balls were screaming for a release.
“I’m gonna cum,” I moaned in her ear.
“Not in my fucking ass you’re not! You’re gonna put your big wad all over my pretty little face!” She jumped down from me and got on her knees. “Shoot your load, Baby! Give me one of those big fucking cumshots!” She grabbed my cock and started jerking me off. “All over my face, you fucker!” she growled.
It was all I needed. My hot, white cum exploded all over her young face, covering nearly every inch. Semen dripped from her cheeks and her lips. She kept her mouth open, but she was mostly in it for the facial. The first shot had gone completely over her head and landed on the floor. The next barrage had covered her face, while the last few droplets had landed down on her dress. She kept jacking me off until every drop was gone. Her face was drenched in my cream. She just kept her head leaned back, savoring the feel of all that hot, sticky spunk on her skin. Then she leaned forward and blew me quick and hard. I was so sensitive I nearly came out of my skin.
“Is this how whores are supposed to look?” she asked, pulling back to show me her face.
“I don’t know, but you certainly look like one now.” I grabbed the digital camera sitting nearby and snapped a picture of her cum-covered face.
“That’s one for the record books,” she said as she began to smear the cream into her skin. When that was done, she stood up and pulled her panties all the way back on. My cock was hanging semi-erect from the hole in my pants. “Want to go to dinner?” she asked.
“What the hell. I’m pretty hungry now anyway.”
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After that night, things improved between Becky and me. Especially when I learned I was not the father to another woman’s baby. We’ve decided things are a lot better if we pick a fight right before sex. Angry energy just seems to do nicely for the two of us.

one
This resort has got to be one of my better ideas. I haven’t had a vacation in years. All work and no play makes for a very dull girl. I really needed a change of scenery. To travel all the way to this island paradise for a week, isn’t the least expensive thing, but the sun sand and surf make it easier to overlook the fact that I’ll be pinching every penny…dime…nickel…and quarter for the next thousand years. From inside my bungalow the wall of crystal clear glass allows for an absolutely incredible view of this tropical heaven. And the room comes with every amenity a gal could ever want. The first thing on my agenda is to stock up on some food.
“That’ll be $72.83,” the young clerk says.
I hand over $75.00 in cash. Boy I really splurged…what am I going do with all this food!
With my cart fully loaded, I head out the automatic door. Once outside I’m awed at the beauty of this little island hideaway. I should have come here ages ago. I take a deep cleansing breath, then slowly exhale. This is the life. With a silly smile on my face, I push my heavy load toward my cheap rental car. Slightly distracted by the clear blue sky and the lush palm trees…THUD…I crash into something. Startled I gape at the sight in front of me.
“HEY, lady,” a man says sharply, “watch where you’re going.”
” Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” I apologize and reach out my hand to help up the most gorgeous guy I’ve ever seen. His piercing blue eyes look up at me. I give him my most sincere smile.
He grins back. “No problem,” he says as he grasps my hand.
When we touch warm sensations flood my entire body. Startled by such an intense reaction, I’m not prepared for the tug on my arm and I tumble forward, landing on top of him. Instantly I’m aware of his hard body beneath me. His scent is a heady mix of sandalwood and spice. I’m so embarrassed my whole body flushes a deep shade of red. I push up to untangle myself but I only make the contact of our lower bodies more intimate. I can feel his sex begin to stir, my nipples immediately tighten into hard nubs.
“Uummmm, I’m sorry,” I mutter mortified as I get off him as gracefully as possible.
He chuckles. ” Any time ,” his wicked grin flashes, “most excitement I’ve had all day.”
“I’m not usually this clumsy,”
“Sure.” He teases.
I reach out again to help him up.
“I think I can manage on my own,” he says with a smile, flirting with me.
“I feel so foolish, what can I do to make it up to you?”
“Well, you could fall on me again,” he says provocatively, wiggling his dark eyebrows.
I giggle. A lock of his rich coco brown hair falls over his forehead making him look so sexy.
“Really, I could buy you a cup of coffee or something.”
“What’s the or something,” he banters.
I blush. Tantalizing sparks of awareness leap between us. I’m enjoying myself, after all I haven’t been so sexually attracted to a man before. It’ll be fun to see where all this chemistry leads.
“Well, maybe something a little stronger than coffee,” I reply.
“Like a drink?”
“Yeah, sure”
“What about dinner?”
“I guess,” I say hesitantly.
“Great! I’ll pick you up at seven tonight,” he states, a wide grin spreading across his face.
I chuckle. “I walked right into that one didn’t I”
“Yes you certainly did.”
“Why don’t I cook instead…tomorrow. Would that be okay?”
I can’t believe I just said that, I think as I write my address down on a piece of paper.
“Works for me.” He looks at it, a sexy little grin appears.
“Well, I’ll see you then.”
“Seven it is.” He turns and walks over to a shiny black ford truck.
I gaze at him. Great buns, I ogle his lean hard form. Very nice. Lustfully distracted by his gorgeous body I suddenly remember to ask, “HEY STUD!” I shout. “I don’t even know your name.” But I’m to late, he’s already inside his car, ready to drive away.
I can’t believe I just did that. How could I be so stupid as to invite a perfect stranger to dinner tomorrow!
After putting away all the food, I quickly change into black Lycra biker shorts and a black sports bra. I plan to take full advantage of the workout room. As I head out the door, I slip on a loose a bright green tank top, to shy to expose so much skin.
“Today must be my lucky day,” I whisper to myself as I peek inside the large empty room. I’ll be able to whip through my regular routine in less than thirty minutes. I begin by stretching every muscle. Then I move rapidly through the leg, abdominal and back machines. Almost finished, I sit on the pec machine and begin my repetitions. Focusing on my technique I don’t hear the door open.
“…7…8…9…10,” I count softly, ending the first set. I relax for a minute and begin again,”…1…2…3…” A prickle of awareness alerts me that I’m not alone. I finish the second set and turn to see the man from the parking lot. “What are you doing here?” I ask surprised.
“Same as you.” He grins. ” I’m staying here too, imagine that.”
“Oh…”
“Don’t sound so excited,” he teases.
“No problem,” I say with a warm smile. Wanting to show him how pleased I am. He looks incredible in his dark blue nylon shorts and matching tank top. A longing to caress his hard muscles washes over me. I return to my exercises, not wanting him to see how aroused I am. I begin my third and final set.
“Nice form,” he says a minute later, as he walks up behind me.
He’s so close now I can feel the heat radiating from his body. Distracted I falter a little.
“Let me help,” he offers. He wraps his arms around me, shadowing my position. He gently squeezes our arms together finishing the exercise. His chest brushes against my back. Shivers of excitement surge through me. He presses closer and nuzzles the back of my neck. A sigh escapes between my slightly parted lips. I lean back letting my arms drop down, not wanting to complete the set. He separates our bodies a little and begins to massage my shoulders, upper back and neck.
“Uummmm, that feels so nice,” I sigh in bliss.
“Does it?” He kneads my tight muscles with his strong calloused hands. Gently rubbing in small circles.
I moan. “Don’t ever stop.” I can feel the stress of work give way to sexual arousal. I’m so hot! My nipples stand hard and ready in anticipation of his touch. I reach around and behind to pull his thighs into direct contact with my back. I lean my head back and push into his groin. I can feel him swollen and hard. I gently rub my head back and forth. I want to drive him as wild as I feel. He moans aloud. He cups my breasts in his palms he continues his exploration. He slips his hands inside my bra. He gently pulls and tugs on my nipples. He pinches my hard tight peaks between his thumb and index finger, all the while my hands caress the back of his bare thighs. I moan in pleasure. It feels so good. His hands work their magic, sending tingles of excitement through me. He stops for a moment to pull me up to a standing position. He turns me around so that we are now facing each other.
With our bodies barely touching, he leans forward to kiss me. Our lips gently brush, his warm moist breath caresses my face. My tongue traces his bottom lip seeking access to his delectable mouth. I probe the inside tenderly, slowly, savoring his pleasant taste. I curl my tongue around his and I begin to suckle. The kiss deepens. So consumed by passion, I don’t realize that he has maneuvered us to a weight bench, until my legs brush up against it’s cool surface. He gently presses me down. He nudges my legs apart and steps between them. He breaks the kiss. He leans forward as his hands slide under my top as he caresses my tummy. His fingers crawl up towards my aching breasts. I moan aloud, waiting. He teases me, stopping to rub my ribs, just barely bushing the underside of my breasts.
My hard nipples ache for his touch. Suddenly he removes his hands from under my top. I close my eyes and groan in disappointment. A moment later I sigh in pleasure when I feel the heat of his hands on my skin. He pushes my top upward. He folds it under my chin. Next he stretches the edge of my black sports bra so he can place it with my top, exposing my large breasts. I moan a little louder when his tongue licks my nipple. Slowly he draws it inside his warm mouth, sucking. He flicks his wet tongue over my rigid nub making me quiver. I bring my hands up caressing his back, urging him closer. His talented tongue shifts to the other breast. I’m so excited my hands urgently caress every accessible inch of flesh.
My fingernails trace lightly along his spine. He licks along the underside of my breast, gently nipping and sucking. With his hands leading the way he pulls down my shorts, his wet tongue follows downward over my ribs, my stomach, until he reaches my navel where it dips inside. Lower he goes with long wet strokes. His fingers reach between my legs, inside my shorts and panties, to the apex of my thighs, sliding through my soft pubic hair. He parts my folds and slips a finger inside. He probes gently. I contract my muscles, squeezing wanting him to insert it farther. He slides his finger slowly in and out. With each new thrust he pushes deeper. In, it sinks. Out, it slides from my moist heat.
He pinches my clit, rolling it between his fingers. Then he plunges two fingers inside, stroking the very core of me. My hips lift off the hard bench wanting his fingers deep inside. I moan softly through clenched teeth, the sensations so intense. His fingers undulate as my pelvis gyrates in circles seeking climax. I’m so close to orgasm that my hips buck wildly up and down. All of a sudden I feel the bench shift and we tumble to the floor. I let out a startled cry.
“Do I sense a pattern here?” He chuckles.
I just giggle harder. Soon the two of us are laughing hysterically. As our laughter fades, I realize just how out of control our attraction spiraled. But instead of feeling afraid, a thrill of excitement washes through me. To be so consumed by desire, is a heady feeling. One I want to experience to the fullest.
“Ummmm, usually I get a mans name before…well…anyway, I’m Sherry.” I can feel the flush of embarrassment warm my face. I stand up.
“Rod,” his sweet smile comforts me. “Me too.” He raises to his feet. His large hand grasps my smaller one. “A pleasure to meet you Sherry. Let me walk you to your bungalow. I don’t know about you, but I need a very cold, very long shower.”
I smile in gratitude.
two
Slowly my chocolate brown eyes open. I toss aside the soft covers and gently stretch my body. The bright golden rays of the sun caress my skin. Ready to start the day I get out of bed. I quickly change into my swim suit adding a sarong. I make a light breakfast of fruit and settle on the patio chair enjoying the gorgeous view of the ocean. This is the life, I sigh in pleasure. Eager to begin exploring I finish eating and clean up.
The sand is cozy and warm as it squishes between my toes. It tickles as it slides over them. Reaching down I pick up a pretty pink shell that’s been uncovered. It’s so relaxing walking along the shore collecting gods beautiful treasures. I continue searching for shells as I stroll along the waters edge. The sound of the waves crashing…the gulls crying overhead surround me. After a while I look up to see where I am and discover I have reached a small cove. Jagged rocks reach high, meeting a bright blue sky, creating a U-shaped private haven. Awed by the pure beauty before me I sit on one of the many large rocks scattered along the shoreline. How wonderful it is to be totally alone here. The waves crash against it’s craggy surface, spraying me with cool salty water. Entranced by the magnificence of the ocean, I close my eyes. A seagull cries above. A slight breeze rustles the nearby brush growing on the sides of the cove. I inhale deeply, tasting the tangy sea. With each new breath I relax my body more and more, renewing my spirit. I lift my face toward the sun letting the heat kiss my face. “Ummmmm,” I sigh deeply with pleasure.
“Gorgeous isn’t it,” a soft husky voice whispers into my ear.
Startled I jerk away, falling off my perch, right into the water. “Damn!” I turn to look at who is speaking, I smile, ” you shouldn’t sneak up on a girl like that. You scared me half to death.”
“Sorry,” he grins “let me help you up.”
I look into his incredible eyes, “now where have I heard that one before,” I laugh. “You know I’m beginning to wonder about you. I always seem to end up on my ass whenever you are near.” I reach toward his out stretched arms.
“Hummm, I wonder why,” he chuckles.
“Hey, it’s all your fault,” I tease, “it only happens around you.”
“Must be a sign.” He winks as he pulls me up.
“And just what kind of sign would that be,” I ask.
He tugs me flush against his body, “this kind,” he whispers as he lowers his lips to mine. Softly his lips caress mine, he traces his tongue along my slightly parted lips seeking entry. He deepens the kiss. Dizzy with desire I melt into him. Strong arms wrap around me, supporting my liquid body. After several minutes of devouring each other we slowly separate…thighs…pelvis…chest. Reluctant to end such a sensuous kiss we gradually disconnect our lips.
I gaze into his piercing blue eyes. He smiles warmly at me and catches my hands between his. He guides me backward into the cove away from public view. The sound of the ocean becomes less noticeable as he continues to move deeper. Unexpectedly a shadow falls over us, startled by the sudden change we look up. A dark cloud drifts overhead. Goosebumps appear on my body as the warmth of the sun diminishes. I shiver, as the cloud passes by and blue sky returns. He takes my hand and pulls me closer. Gently he lowers us to the sand. In a seated position. He scoots back against the rocks for support and pulls me between his legs. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me close. I lean my head back resting it on his chest.
“Comfy,” he asks
I sigh in pleasure, “umm, yesss.”
” Good!” He begins to softly caress my shoulders, gently massaging.
“Careful, I’m getting used to this. That feels so good.” I close my eyes, completely relaxing. My breathing slows as his hands and fingers work their magic. One hand slides across my breasts and the other glides over my abdomen. Then lower between my legs. I part them allowing easier access. His thumb traces along the edge of my swimsuit bottoms. He slips it inside, rubbing, probing, soon his whole hand covers my mound as he cups me. Back and forth he rubs. My breath catches as he inserts a finger. Gently he strokes me. I moan quietly. My hips undulate. He turns my head to the side and gives me a hard kiss. His tongue and finger probe in unison. My breathing quickens and I begin to pant. I’m so aroused. He sinks two fingers inside. Stroking in and out. In and out. I can feel his cock swell against my lower back. It’s so hard. I can hear his moans of pleasure. He deepens the kiss, our tongues tangling, dueling. So engrossed in the kiss I hardly notice that I help him as he pushes my bottoms down my legs. I raise my hips to make it easier. He quickly removes his own trunks and lifts me over his swollen shaft. I sink slowly onto his hard cock as he thrusts upward.
“Aahhhhhh, ” I moan. “harder baby, faster,”
He pushes me to all fours and kneels behind me and moves aside my sarong. He grips my hips and plunges deep inside my wet pussy and sinks his hard cock all the way. In and out he thrusts, drilling me. Harder he pumps, faster and faster. I moan loudly, breathing hard, as he slams into me. Reaching around with one hand he pulls my top down exposing my breasts. He pinches and rolls my nipple, tugging and tweaking my tight nub. God I’m so close. He gradually slows his pace, one deep thrust after another. Long, slow, strokes again and again and again.
“Oh baby,” I moan, “you’re driving me crazy. Faster baby, ” I pant, “faster.”
“Impatient are you,” he chuckles between his own pants, continuing the slower rhythm.
“Yeessssss, Rod,” I say between clenched teeth.
“Tell me Doll, tell me what you want.”
“Harder baby, harder. Hard and fast, that’s what I want,” I say breathlessly.
“Like this Doll,” he says as his hard cock slams into my wet box.
I moan loudly. “YESSSSSSS.”
Suddenly a large spray of water soaks me, bringing me back to reality. I sigh deeply as I rise from the rock. Damn, it felt so real, I sigh again as I head back to my room. The sky darkens slightly and I hug myself chilled. I hurry on.
three
Just as he is about to knock, Rod notices the note. “Hummm, what’s this?” He reads aloud, “Come on in, I’m running a few minutes late, I’ll be out soon. There’s beer in the fridge.”
He enters and looks around and hears the shower. After grabbing a cold beer he silently enters the bedroom. He leans against the door frame of the bathroom watching.
Chuckling softly at the sound of Sherry humming to herself, some unknown tune, he gazes as her hands glide all over. Wishing he was the washcloth sliding all slick and bubbly over smooth satin skin. Closing his eyes he breathes in the sweet smell of exotic flowers and just a hint of spice. The damp misty room along with the thought of her all wet and soft heat his blood, pooling in his groin, making him hard and wanting. Taking in a slow, deep breath he backs away, unwilling for her to know he has intruded on such a private time.
“Hey, how are you?” I smile in welcome. “I see you got my note, Sorry I’m a little late. I hope you don’t mind.”
“No, not at all, I was just enjoying the view.” He grins.
“Dinner won’t take long. I thought we could eat out on the patio. It’s a nice evening.”
” Yes, it is, but I thought I heard in the news that there is a storm coming in.”
“Oh, I guess we should hurry then and take advantage of now, huh?’ I laugh.
“What can I do to help?”
“Why don’t you put some music on.”
“Sure thing, is there anything you’d like to hear?”
“Anything is fine, you choose.”
I can hear the soft strains of jazz on the radio, “Nice,” I comment.
“So, What’s for dinner?”
“I thought that a nice shrimp salad and fresh bread would be good, is that ok?”
“Sounds delicious, but then I can’t imagine there’s much I wouldn’t like about you.” He winks.
Blushing, I set the plates on the table. “I have a bottle of Chardonnay, would you like some or another beer?”
“Wine, please.”
The conversation is lively as we get to know one another, discovering the similarities and differences. I love the early phase of a relationship. The wonder at connecting with someone. So often you have a physical attraction but not a mental one. It’s wonderful when you get that mental fuck as wall as physical one. I chuckle aloud. Thinking of my earlier fantasy while sitting on the rock.
“What are you thinking?” he asks.
“I, well, nothing,” I evade, blushing. Looking up at the sky, “I think we should go inside, I think the weatherman was right for a change, it’s getting a little chilly and the dark clouds are coming in.”
“You’re not changing the subject that easily,” he laughs. “I will get you to tell me what you were chuckling about,” he winks again.
“We’ll see,” I say flirtatiously.
After we clean the dishes, we sit on the love seat. “I love the view here.” I say as the dark clouds move in, the sky darkens, the air thick with moisture. I turn to face him. “It’s so awesome. I would love to actually live in a place like this, not just visit.”
” You would huh,” he replies as he plays with my hair, wrapping it around his fingers. “You have such soft hair.” he leans close and breaths in the scent. “So sexy, I love short hair. Yours has this wild messy look. Like you just had great sex.”
The lightening flashes, a few seconds later the thunder rumbles.
I blush again. “You know, you drive me crazy don’t you?”

Lint dots glowed like fireflies against her jeans in the black light. A heavy rhythm pounded from the speakers, drowning out the trivialities of melody. Occasionally, a lyric could be heard over the kick drum; a grunted word that was lost moments later in the drone of the bass. No one on that dance floor cared. It was the steadiness of the beat that compelled them to movement.
And move they did. The dance was familiar to that kind of gothic club. Flailing limbs with a modicum of grace, ten out of synch people meandered about in front of the giant speakers. The crowds were never very thick on Wednesday. The other twenty patrons stood around looking spooky with their drinks cradled close to their bodies, mostly untouched to keep their make up ‘perfect’.
Phoebe was there every week. The lack of people both disappointed and appealed to her. It would’ve been nice to know that she was apart of a larger community even if by and large she only dressed that way once a week. But the smaller attendance meant that she was mostly left alone. In fact, she assumed that several of the people looked down their noses at her for not being apart of their ‘clique’. She figured it was their loss.
“What’s your name?” The question was called behind her as she danced and she turned, still in motion. He was a few inches taller than her and immediately stunning; the sort of gorgeous androgyny that half the men in the place were trying for but fell short. Long, dark hair collected against narrow shoulders, stark features with liquid blue eyes, thin lips perking at just a slight frown… Phoebe found herself staring, arms coming to rest her sides.
He tilted his head, favoring her with a sweeping gaze that took her in from head to foot. “Are you alright?” Somehow, he wasn’t yelling at her but she could hear him as plainly as if he was shouting in her ear. The second question shook her back to reality.
“Phoebe,” She yelled at him, putting on a smile to offset her silly gawking. “What’s yours?”
“Taylor.” He took her hand and led her away from the speakers, over to a dark, quieter corner. She followed without a word or even a moment’s hesitation.
“Taylor?” Phoebe echoed his name thoughtfully. “That’s kinda normal.”
“Were you expecting something like… Blood Freak? Or Daisy Darkness?” He turned an amused look to her as he leaned against the wall. “I’m not much of a ‘trends’ kinda guy.”
“Oh, I didn’t think you were…” The response came too quickly and she bit her lip, hoping that she didn’t sound over eager. “I just… I like it I mean. It’s nice.”
“Then thank you.” Taylor inclined his head to her, dark locks falling like shadows across his face. He was wearing a black silk shirt with lace spilling from the neck and sleeve ends. Cinched with a vest over his body, it was buttoned to the middle of his chest which conveyed just how thin he was. The vinyl pants continued the visage, riding down his legs and disappearing in exquisite riding boots.
By contrast, Phoebe could have been going out anywhere really. The jeans were from the Mall… her shirt was just a loose fitting black blouse with French cuffs and a floppy collar. She wore her blond hair up in a top knot with bangs tapping all around her nose. Even her make up was mostly subtle with just some red on the lips and a little dark eye shadow over green eyes.
They stared at one another for several moments and Phoebe began to feel self conscious. ‘Why am I so attracted to him?’ Her first thought led to another, more pressing concern ‘What am I doing here?’ Her whole life she had tried to force herself into niches where she really didn’t belong. The results were friends who didn’t understand her, an eclectic wardrobe that looked like six people shared her closet and a whole lot of hidden away bitterness she couldn’t figure out.
It was odd that just staring into his eyes would compel her to think about such a thing. There was a strict sense of patience about him that Phoebe ‘felt’. It was like radiated warmth that enticed her closer to him and she took the step that separated them. His lips curled into a smile revealing white teeth.
“Very good,” Taylor’s voice was silky as it touched her ears and he lifted a long fingered hand to brush it across her neck. “Kiss me.”
He wasn’t inviting her—he was telling her and she complied without hesitation. Her heart compelled her forward as she closed her eyes but her mind regaled her with questions: ‘What are you doing? You don’t even know him! What does he want?’ But as their lips met, soft cold to soft warm, the intellect gave way and disappeared. All that was left was a sweet now.
Taylor’s hands rose and gently perched on her shoulders but they weren’t necessary. She felt bound to remain close to him, to hold that gentle kiss for as long as it could exist. Desperation pent up in her chest making her heart pound. If she pushed away, this contentment… this sensation of peace would go away forever. It was a first high, the best orgasm, euphoria personified and it was all hers. He gave it to her.
Forever would’ve been too soon to break it off but he did, leaning back with slowly peeling eyes. “You’re delicious,” His voice clung to her ears like the sweetest honey and every ounce of her soul wanted more of him. One of the hands left her shoulder and caressed her cheek. “You can fit in if you’d like. I can make it happen.”
Her eyes widened, green vibrant against his liquid blue. His offer was hypnotic in its simplicity. There was something elegant about ‘fitting in’. Conformity tends to be frowned upon but everyone covets it at some point. Even the social outcasts that lingered about the club indulged their own form of uniformity. In defiance of standard, a new standard is created and the cycle moves on.
How had he picked something that she so desperately coveted? Those probing eyes saw far more than she thought she was giving away. That hand on her cheek was possessive, the chill radiating from his fingertips tickling her spine. “I don’t understand.” It was a great way to bide her time and bask in his presence for a little longer.
“Of course you don’t.” Taylor replied as he leaned forward to press his lips to her forehead; another possessive gesture. “But you will.”
Phoebe closed her eyes and nodded, unwilling to break the mood with any feeble attempt at response. Those hands of his were moving again, sliding down her arms and then back up her sides. Cupping her breasts, she stiffened and moved her hips against him. She could feel his stiff length pressing through his pants.
Thumbs rubbed at her nipples through the shirt and she began to swoon from the arousal he was eliciting. She tilted her head back a bit, lips parting invitingly. Taylor kissed her once again only this time it was a little less than tender. His tongue urged its way into her mouth and she reciprocated; writhing her hips to tease his penis. As his body tensed, she felt some satisfaction inside that it was the exact effect she was looking for.
Their lips broke contact and Taylor kissed her cheek, her jaw line… her neck. He nibbled at first, his tongue teasing all the way up to her ear. The sense was maddeningly euphoric and she let out a soft moan that was for his ears only. Her response seemed to compel him on and he turned them in place to press her against the wall.
Taylor’s right hand slid down her body as they began to kiss again. He hooked his fingers around her thigh and pulled up, urging her to bend her leg. Once it was high enough, he slouched a bit, giving him the angle to caress her mound through her pants.
The jeans were tight enough that she felt it immediately and without a whole lot of pressure. Each muscle in her body tensed as she placed her foot around him for support. Peripherally, she could feel the music slow and his fingers seemed to tantalize to the beat. An erotic charge shot through her in pulses making her cheeks flush as he dragged out her body’s desires.
His own sense of excitement seemed to be growing as became evident by the fierceness by which they continued to kiss. She could feel herself growing light-headed, limbs trembling from the knot that had grown in her loins and continually tightened with each passing moment.
Phoebe’s eyes widened and she broke the kiss to let out a soulful moan. Taylor captured her mouth again, kissing through the ride of her orgasm that swept through every part of her. Like a charge of electricity, it danced about and lingered in her extremities, causing convulsions throughout her stomach and chest.
Drawing back to look in her eyes, Taylor looked alive. His skin was flushed, eyes charged with excitement. Not drawing away from her, he tilted his head and offered her a radiant smile. “Thank you…”
“For what?” Phoebe was confused. “I should be… thanking you?” The defensive question at the end was accompanied by a furrowed brow as she smiled at him.
“Oh, you’ve done more than satisfy me, Phoebe.” Taylor replied firmly, lifting his hand to brush along her hair. “The pleasure I granted you should have a lingering effect…”
Besides being a little tired, she couldn’t place what he might be talking about. Drowsiness was not a change for her after an orgasm. She slept like the dead after them. Masturbating was more certain than sleeping pills. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“You’re tired now. It might not even feel any different but tomorrow…” Taylor glanced around the room. “Let’s just say that when you come back next week, you’ll not be out of place anymore. You’ll be what they all wish they were. You’ll embody the things that they wish they had…”
“But, how—”
Taylor put his finger to her lips and shook his head. “Shh… questions muddled the truth.” That unto itself made her want to ask more questions. “Live the truth, Phoebe. You’ll see… give it some time.” Without a word, he pushed off of the wall, leaving her to find her balance as he strode for the door.
She wanted to pursue him but she wasn’t certain enough her legs could carry her very far yet. Her knees quaked and she was still so light headed. His words echoed in her mind and she stared up at the ceiling pensively. The next song began to assault the room with a kick drum that she felt through her stomach but rather than muddle her thoughts, the textural arrangement seemed to clarify them. Something was different about her. Whatever he did, however he did it, she felt awakened… alive. No other orgasm had done that for her before… no other experience with any other person had.
Strength recovered, she pushed off the wall and sneered down at her clothing. It was totally wrong but could be fixed. Her eyes scanned the other people as she started for the door and she noted that most of them were staring at her. They felt it too. And when she came back the next week, they’d see it… and maybe even experience it if they were terribly lucky. Until then, she had some shopping to do.

Danny checked round the room one more time before looking at his watch for what must have been the hundredth time in the past hour. The bed was neatly made, the blinds were drawn, and all the things he hoped would be needed were on the nightstand.
Don had called to say he’d been delayed and Danny hadn’t been able to prevent a groan of disappointment escaping.
“Don’t worry, baby, it’s only traffic, I’ve left the station, no one is calling me back tonight, I promise.”
In the past two weeks both men’s rest days had been cancelled and even their nights together had been curtailed by one or other of them working longer hours than they’d planned. Now they had put in requests to their supervisors that, just overnight, they not be contacted unless a major emergency occurred. Danny knew Mac would honour that and Don had seemed pretty confident his captain would as well although neither man knew why the request had been made.
The day had crawled by but now it was Monday evening and, until the following morning, Danny had no intention of leaving his home unless Don wanted to. With what he had planned the nervous young man hoped that wouldn’t happen.
Their lovemaking had grown in intensity during the time they’d been together. Danny knew, however, six months into the relationship, Don was still taking things easy, letting him dictate the speed they went. Tonight that should all change.
The apartment was neat and tidy, he had been extra careful to keep it that way so nothing would distract the two men from each other and now, as he waited for the buzz of the entry phone, his heart rate increased and he licked his lips in anticipation. To increase his excitement Danny had removed his clothes as soon as he’d arrived home an hour before. He loved the decadence of walking around naked, feeling the warm air on his body and he’d let his fingers play with all his erogenous zones as he’d finished his preparations. Now Danny ran his hand up and down his hardening cock, imagining it was Don’s fingers working their magic instead of his own. Glancing at the clock Danny worked out he probably had about five or ten minutes left alone and, with a nervous but excited sigh, he began his final preparations.
Don had turned down the offer of drinks with Mac and Hawkes to get to Danny. He had tried to be as noncommittal as he could about where he was going, not wanting to have to remember falsehoods later. He hoped his excuse of needing all the down time at home he could get had rung true with his colleagues. One day, if things carried on as they were, he and Danny would come clean to their friends, but that was a way off yet even though he would happily shout it from the rooftops. Instead, in deference to Danny and his hesitancy, he tried to convince himself the secrecy was all part of the fun.
The homicide cop wondered what his lover was up to. They usually met for a meal at a downtown restaurant before a shared evening together, retiring to one apartment or the other afterwards to take the relationship a little further, a little deeper. Don smiled as a picture of his lover, naked and lying back wantonly on his bed, came to the forefront of his mind. It was the type of vision he could enjoy all the way home, especially when the traffic was so slow moving. Danny had begun calling him ’sir’ in the bedroom almost immediately their relationship had begun and, even when they were apart, the memory of the word, and the way it was said, could start his pulse racing.
Don knew he was Danny’s first male lover and everything was new to him. For that reason alone he was prepared to take things slowly for as long as it took for Danny to be accepting of everything they did. He seemed to like the opportunity to relinquish all responsibility over to his partner in the bedroom though, to lie back, quite literally, and let things happen to him. That suited Don just fine; he needed to be in charge, in his public and private life, although he knew not everyone felt as he did. He was aware of quite a few publicly powerful figures that, in private, were very submissive and he could understand their need for things to be separated in that way. All he had ever wanted was to give pleasure, but in his own manner.
The parking garage under Danny’s building was almost full but Don found a space in a dark corner and parked up quickly. He was on his way towards the elevator before he remembered the wine still in his trunk. Rushing back to grab it he wondered whether it was excitement or absentmindedness that caused him to forget.
The voice on the other end of the entry phone sounded a little breathless, a little different, but Don didn’t really take it in. He listened instead for the sou