Josette Sheridan

Party Time

2010-12-09T07:37:00.000-08:00

And let's not let it be said that I am not a generous sort. One more story, which might make you think those boring old holiday parties and outings. Sometimes it is all about what you wear!
*****

As Sophie turned off the shower she wondered where they were going tonight. Naked, she toweled dried her hair slowly. The brown curls now hanging well below her shoulders. Peter liked her hair longer.

As she blew her hair dry, brushing it with the rounded brush, she mused that in the year they had been together, much had changed. Her hair, her clothing and her day to day routines. Peter picked out her outfits. Sophie did not mind in the least. She was always sure he would like her dress, when he was the one to pick them out. Each night, while she was in the shower, he would select what she would be wearing the next day. Hung neatly on the back of the bathroom door. Ready for her in the morning. No more frantically trying on outfits and being too late to have breakfast.

As she finished drying her hair. She applied a bit of light make up, and her best red lipstick, she brushed her hair once more and then walked into their bedroom naked.

On the bed was a navy blue corset, with attached garters. The demi cups would hardly cover her nipples and the boning would accent her waist perfectly. The black silk stockings were lovely. Slowly Sophie put the ensemble on. She did not see a dress or anything hanging on the door so she sat down on the edge of the bed and waiting on Peter.

She did not wait long and he strode into the bed room, dressed in his tux. They were to go to a holiday benefit tonight. One of his clients had invited them. It was the kind of event which made her nervous. She much preferred the behind the scenes. That was why she liked her job in stats. She stayed hidden and crunched her numbers.

"Beautiful." he smiled as he looked her over. The look was rich with appreciation and ownership. Sophie acknowledged that that was what blazed in his eyes. Love but under the love, deepening the love was ownership. She was his.

"Come here."

Sophie hopped off the bed without question and walked across the room to him. She looked at him directly as she did so. The eye contact was intense. Him looking at her, with that look. Intense and compelling as she walked to him, step by step.

He looked down at his trousers and she saw the evidence of his desire. He was pleased with the corset. She felt shyly proud. Being shorter, she had never felt all that powerful in her appearance. Not confident. Now she was learning that she was very attractive.

She smiled and tried not to blush. She was half naked and he was fully dressed in his smart black tux.

"Cock, Sophie." was all he said and she stopped in front of him, kissed his lips and sank to her knees. Undid his belt and then his pants, struggling just a touch with the closure of his pants. Sliding his pants open and down slightly she took his cock into her mouth and stroked it with her tongue and lips. She placed her hands behind her back as Peter had instructed. He had done that slowly. Added and suggested rules and positions. Sophie had not noticed it at the time, but it was nice. Not worrying. He told her simply what pleased him. No guess work.

As she curled her tongue around his cock, and moved her head slowly and smoothly around the shaft, she relished the taste that was Peter. It mingled with the soap from his shower and the mint from her toothpaste, but the taste of Peter was there at the heart of it all.

She peaked up and saw him watching her. She knew her lips were bright red around his cock, from the lip stick. In counter point to her moonlight white skin.

His hands were in her hair now, lightly massaging her scalp as he began to guide the movement of her head. Pushing deeper and deeper into her mouth.

Sophie liked the way the head of his cock rubbed against her soft palette. She moved her tongue smoothly along the shaft, as Peter began to guide her head and move his hips.

Peter was tall and therefore, Sophie could kneel in front of him and not be hunched, but her spine almost completely straight. She arched her back just a bit. Wanting closer to him.

She felt squirmy and she knew her naked pussy was wet and dripping. She could feel the moisture on her inner thighs. With no panties on she felt both warm like fire between her legs and the cool air. It combined to make her squirmy. Her pussy ached just a touch. She longed to have Peter's hands there too.

Peter touched her shoulder and stilled her squirming. His quiet reminder for her to focus on his cock. She sucked it in deeper and then moved her head back, tonguing the head of his cock, tracing the curved head and the valley at the tip. She tasted his cum on the tip. The salty and rich taste she adored. Proof that he was pleased with her efforts.

She continued her explorations with her tongue and alternated those with deep gasping swallows. She knew he was close. She could tell by the subtle tension in his limbs.

Abruptly he pulled away and began to stroke his cock, angling it towards her chest and the valley between her breasts.

Sophie looked down, thinking if he came on her breasts, it would ruin the corset.

"Eyes on me Sophie."

She tilted her head and met his gaze.

"Who do you belong to?"

"You Peter." She whispered. Staring up at his eyes. They were brighter now. Lust mixing with the love and the ownership.

"Ask me for it, Sophie. Convince me you want my cum."

"Please Peter. I want your cum, always. I want to drink it down and savor every drop."

"Not this time my little cock slut. Tonight you will wear it."

And then he came on her upraised breasts and she felt the hot sticky cum, dripping slowly and elegantly down the tops of her breast and into the valley between them.

Still holding his cock Peter brought it to her lips, she opened her mouth and licked and kissed and noisily polished off the remaining few drops of cum.

Then he eased himself back, and knelt slightly, took his fingers and wrote his name across the tops of her breasts with drops of cum from the well between her breasts.

He stood, held his fingers to her mouth and she licked them, cleaning off the drops of cum there as well.

He helped her stand, massaged her breasts gently, enough so that the well of cum dripped down between her breasts and coated her tummy. It was sticky and cool now.

Then he helped her put on her dress. Brushed her hair until it was silky smooth again and handed her ,her wrap.

"Now Sophie, we are off. You look beautiful. Quick, touch up your lipstick, or people will wonder."

And out into the night he led her, her beautiful lacy corset showing just enough, over the bodice of the fitted evening gown, to make her wonder. Could people see his name, would it glow in the night? Under black lights at the dance club, she wondered.

Her pussy, wet and tingling, tickled, by the cool air as they stood on the street waiting on a cab. Peter's hand on her back and a proud smile upon his lips. She wanted to squirm, the tingling intensified by the knowledge.

By the knowledge that she was his.

Peter and Sophie Entertain

2010-12-09T07:26:00.000-08:00

Since it is the season for being Naughty and Nice and for entertaining, I thought perhaps we should have a story about dinner parties and dessert.

If you are all very good, I suspect there is more Peter and Sophie to be had.

*****

“Sophie, remember Carlos is coming to dinner tomorrow night.” Peter mentioned as they sipped coffee and shared the New York Times.

Sophie nodded. It had been awhile since Carlos had been in town. Carlos was Peter’s closest friend. “Yes Peter.”

“What are you planning for dinner?” Peter inquired.

“I was thinking anti pasta to start, with the nice fresh cheese and the salami you like, from the deli down the street. Then perhaps we could have some veal scaloppini and a green salad or green beans, with sweeten ricotta and raspberries for dessert.”

“Lovely Sophie. That sounds wonderful actually, positively wonderful. You will serve us and remember, Carlos is a very special friend.”

Sophie nodded and added quickly, “Yes Peter.”

As she finished up the meal preparations, Peter entered the kitchen, dressed in khaki slacks and a button down shirt, the sleeves cuffed and his highly polished loafers on. He took the tray of plates and cutlery from her and nodded towards the bedroom, “Go and get ready. I laid out something for you. Hurry Carlos called and he just arrived and should be arriving within the hour.”

Sophie hurried into the bedroom and saw the cute and very feminine dress laid on the bed. Peter had bought it for her when they first were dating. It was a halter style dress, in black and white satin, with a full A-line skirt and some cute lacy petticoats under the skirt for a bit of bulk. At the waist was a red wide-ribbon belt, which set off her tiny waist so nicely. Last spring she had worn the dress to a Kentucky Derby Party at Peter’s boss’s house. She had look stunning.

Given the chill in the air, Peter had also laid out a black cropped sweater and her new string of pearls. Black flats completed the ensemble.

Quickly she jumped in the shower, but skipped washing her hair, since she had done so at the gym that morning, but Peter had been clear about his desires. She was to be clean and fresh, every time she dressed for dinner. Slathering on the moisturizer post shower and a light dusting of lightly scented powder, she pulled her hair up in to an elegant French twist and dressed. Peter had laid out a lacy strapless bra and the tiniest white lacy thong she had ever seen.

Making sure her lipstick was perfect – the red an exact match to the ribbon belt, she walked up the hallway and back to the kitchen only to find Peter opening a bottle of wine and heading out the terrace and the patio table. She heard the click of candle lighter and knew Peter was finishing the table.

She followed him out to the terrace and had to admit she loved this area of their house the best. The ample seating and the lovely water garden; so tranquil and peaceful.

Heading back to the kitchen she felt Peter come up behind, grab her hips and nuzzle her neck. Biting slightly just below her ear. Just enough to remind her who she belonged to.

“You will be a good girl tonight for me. Be polite and do as I ask. Is that understood Sophie?”

All the while he was rubbing her hips with small slow circles. His body pressed against hers.

She nodded her head. Sinking into him, until she left a firm slap against her ass.

“Sophie when I ask you a direct question, how are you supposed to answer me?”

“Yes Peter.”

“Right, now do not get sloppy about it tonight, you understand me?”

“Yes Peter. I will remember.”

Just then the door bell rang and Sophie went into the kitchen to pour the wine and Peter went to open the door. Sophie heard them talking in the foyer and she heard the noise of suitcases and the door to the guest room opening and shutting.

As she finished with the wine and had the antipasti salad plated, Peter and Carlos entered the kitchen and dining room. Peter slyly gave her the motion to stop and come forward to join them. Carlos handed her a bouquet of flowers and she blushed. Carlos, being rather tall, bent to kiss her cheek and Sophie rose up on her tippy toes to meet him.

She had met Carlos once before, but that was before Peter and she had moved in together.

“Carlos you must be hungry. Sophie has the dinner all prepared. So please come out to the terrace and enjoy the meal and relax after your trip.”

They walked out the door and Sophie followed them with the wine and the salads. As the men enjoyed the salads, Sophie sipped her wine and when Peter was almost finished, she excused herself and went inside to finish up the dinner, and plate the meal.

Returning and efficiently clearing the table and serving the dinner, she quietly refilled wine glasses and then took her place opposite Peter and listened to Carlos talking about his latest business deal.

As the meal wore on, she refilled the glasses one last time and then cleared the table.

“Espresso tonight, Peter with the desert?”

“I think just the dessert and another bottle of wine will do.”

Returning with the fruit and the ricotta, and the uncorked bottle of wine, Sophie sat back down and took a bite of her dessert.

Carlos smiled at her and winked.

Sophie smiled.

She had an idea that Carlos might know about or perhaps share some of Peter’s thoughts on relationships. She wondered if Carlos knew about them. The games they played and the way they lived.

“Sophie.” Peter said in his firm tone of voice, that special tone he generally reserved for when they were alone. “Carlos is very curious about what you have on under your dress. How about you pull the chair back a bit from the table and show him.”

Sophie blushed.

Peter leveled her a stare. A stare that said she had better hurry up and do as he had asked.

She rose gracefully and moved the chair about two feet back from the table, then a bit more and then stood in front of it and began to raise her skirt, inch by inch, until the tiny white lace thong was visible. Her bare pussy barley hidden by the lace. Her creamy white thighs and curve of her ass visible to Peter and Carlos in the muted waning daylight and the flickering candle light.

“Peter, I think your little one is slightly embarrassed.” Carlos chuckled, never taking his eyes off of her. Scanning her up and down.

Peter was beaming with pride. “She is a tad bit embarrassed but I would also wager she is aroused as well. While she does not like to admit it, she rather enjoys being admired.”

Sophie could feel herself blushing pinker and pinker because Peter was correct. They had talked about this one night when Peter fucked her. He had asked over and over, about being watched and they had woven a delicious story together that had sent her screaming over the edge.

Sophie stood there, with her skirt up as Carlos and Peter talked about normal stuff and drank some more wine. The air was cool on her skin and she could feel her pussy tingling in the cool air.

“Do you suppose she is wet and warm, Peter. Standing there like that. Or do you suppose she is cold.” Carlos mused as he swirled the wine around in his glass.

Peter smiled and looked at Sophie. Sending a chill down her spine. She blushed. She just knew what was coming, realizing now that Peter had set up the scene from their little story.

“Well perhaps we should have her check. Or better yet maybe she could show us.”

With that Peter rose and Carlos followed suite and they walked around the table and over to where she stood, like an elegant garden statue.

Peter took her hand and led her into the house and into his study, where there were two over sized leather chairs. He turned on the desk lamp and the bookcase lighting and then both he and Carlos took a seat she left her in the middle of room.

“Sophie, now that we are comfortable, please show us your lovely panties again and this time revolve slowly. I would like to see that delicious ass of yours.”

“Yes Peter.”

Sophie slowly and with elegant movements lifted her skirt and then slowly turned in a circle. Pausing so that Peter could admire her lovely ass.

“Remove the panties and bring them to me.”

“Yes Peter.”

And Sophie with as much grace as she could muster, still holding her skirt up, slowly removed the panties, dipped to the floor gracefully to retrieve them and then walked towards Peter, placing them in his outstretched hand.

“Thanks you. Please go back to the center of the room and remove your shoes. Then you may go and fetch your stool.”

Sophie took off her shoes and then skirt still held high, she walked to the closet and retrieved the black lacer bar height stool and brought it to the center of the room.

“Good girl. Now tell Carlos about your stool, Sophie.”

“When I am to be punished or if Peter feels I have been catty or sulky, I have to sit on the stool and think and ponder the reasons for my cattiness or sulkiness. Peter calls it my recentering stool.”

Carlos nodded. “Does that work Sophie?”

“Yes it does, most of the time.”

“Why do you suppose Peter asks you to sit on the stool?”

“Because a sulky or catty Sophie is not pleasing to him.”

“Ah yes, well no I can see how a sulky or catty Sophie would not be pleasing. Do you like being pleasing?”

Sophie nodded and then quickly added, “Yes. Yes I want to be pleasing.”

Peter looked at her and said, “Sophie, please sit, bare ass on the stool and raise up the front of your skirt and spread your legs.”

Blushing Sophie settled herself on the stool and did as Peter asked, spreading her legs as wide as the stool would allow.

“Peter, I would say you are correct. I believe your little Sophie is rather enjoying this. If I am not mistaken, I would say her pussy is wet.”

“I would say you are correct. Sophie please touch yourself for us and let us know if Carlos’s suspicions are correct.”

Slowly Sophie snaked her fingers down and touched her pussy, sighing deeply and enjoying the whisper of her fingers on her hairless and very wet pussy.

“Now show us.”

Sophie raised her hand and it was clear in the low light that her fingers were wet and glistening.

“Taste for us.”

Blushing she complied and moaned a bit.

“Do you want to play, Sophie?”

“Yes Peter.”

“Then by all means, But be quiet about it and no coming. You know the rules.”

The rules were she had to ask first. No coming without permission. This had been a hard rule to follow, but she was getting better about it.

As Peter and Carlos talked business and watched her intently, Sophie let her fingers touch and rub and play with quiet abandon. She was careful to not touch her clit too often.

“Sophie, please, if you are going to play, do so with some focus.”

This was Peter’s way of telling her she was wise to her game.

Focusing now, she began to circle her clit. And with each stroke she almost forgot that Carlos was there. Lost in the sensation and in the delight of being on display. It felt much as she had imagined it would. She was shy but a part of her longed to be an object of desire. To be on a pedestal and on display.

Feeling herself getting closer and closer to the edge, she whimpered slightly and she could feel the tightening of her pussy and the ache building deep inside. She whimpered again.

“Sophie, I said quietly. Do we need to stop.”

“No Peter.”

“Good girl.”

And that phrase sent her closer to the edge yet and she knew that was why Peter had said it. He knew she loved being his good girl.

Feeling the edge more and more specifically now she struggled to be quiet. And to remain poised on the stool, but her hips seemed to be rocking very much on their on accord.

“Sophie, is there something you would like to ask Carlos? Perhaps you would like to ask him if you can come. Do you suppose he might enjoy seeing that?”

Sophie was shocked. She had expected him to tell her to come or to ask her if she needed to. But she had not excepted him to tell her to ask Carlos.

She blinked and then she felt the tremors beginning.

“Carlos. May I please… May I please come.”

“Do you think you need to Sophie. Couldn’t you wait just a bit longer… you are lovely to watch…” Carlos’s voice trailed off and Sophie could feel herself right on the edge.

“Please. Please may I come now.”

Silence and she knew if she came without permission Peter would be se disappointed. Especially because Carlos was here. She clung to that thought as her fingers continued to rub and dance along her pussy and rub her clit.

Off in the cloud of pleasure and desire, desire to both feel the sweet release and to please Peter, she heard Carlos’s slightly accented English saying, “Now Sophie, Now you may come, share the rapture with us.”

And then she saw stars and felt her orgasm pour out from her, staring from deep inside her and continuing to flow out from her limbs and as she slowly swam up to the surface and back to reality, she found herself nestled in Peter’s arms, in the oversized leather chair, while he and Carlos continued to sip their wine and ever so often mention quietly that she was such a “good girl.”

eLust #21

2010-10-28T06:56:00.000-07:00

Photo courtesy of Evocative Abyss

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~ Featured Post (Lilly’s Pick) ~

D/s Without the D/s? - This is one of those situations in a real time D/s relationship where much of the “fun” aspects of the D/s needs to be stuffed in the closet for a bit. And for us, it’s not a great time to be either a masochist or a sadist. We can deal with that.

~ e[lust] Editress ~

Yes, Jelly Sex Toys Can be Dangerous - Even if a jelly rubber toy says “phthalate-free”, it still can contain toxic chemicals that can cause skin reactions in some people. These toys are still non-porous and can harbor dirt and bacteria because they cannot be sanitized.

~ This Week’s Top Three Posts ~

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Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor

All Painted Up...

A Modest Proposal: Should Ginger & Cooper Fuck?

Happy Sexual Freedom Day

How Do You Explain

Life in spanking after 30: part 2

Erotic Writing

blindfold

Fantasy: Movie Night

Feeling Helpless

Gabrielle, Guest Star

Happy Anniversary...

History Lesson

I Still Don't Know How You Taste

Monday Morning 2am

Metallic Seduction

Need

New Erotic Story For The Holidays - Tinsel Temptation

Putting the car into park

The Ordeal (Part Four)

The Sweetest Violation

The Young Mom

The Moment

The Soccer Mom

Timeless in a Window's Light

Kink & Fetish

A space to hate and rage and be angry (photo story)

Beyond the Bedroom

Does liking Helmut Newton equal a fetish?

Happy Halloween: Light Me Up

I am all pins and needles

Kink and Fibromyalgia

Ownership and Monogamy

Punishing the servants

Pi

Switching It Up

The Cage

The Sacred Swinger Holiday: Halloween!

the most amazing night with HIM

The Pedicure

The Right Question

Wax on, wax off!

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

All Roads Lead to Acceptance... I hope!

Crisis Averted

Dear boyfriend, I love you. And your cock.

Having Great Goddamned Expectations

If You Google it, I will Answer #9

I Don't Know If I've Ever Been Really Loved By a Hand That's Touched Me

How to Massage Man’s G-spot

My Coming Out Story

National Coming Out Day

Recovering From Anorexia

Role Reversal

Sadie's Condom PSA

I Still Don't Know How You Taste

2010-10-08T06:23:00.000-07:00

"I still don't know how you taste."

Like summer rain,
fresh like a mojito
with extra lime.
Like creme soda, rich vanilla
with an effervescence
tickling your tongue.
Salty as evening sea air,
moist on the lazy breeze, brushing
your hair from your face.

"I still don't know how you taste."

Like the bitterness of a broken heart,
malt vinegar coating soft, fleshy potatoes,
warm and glowing golden.
Like sharp English cheddar
melted with cream, served over toast
warming you inside out.
Rich as espresso at dusk
dark reflecting the light, which
speckles the night.

"I still don't know how you taste."

Like the Aurora Boriales,
lights, hot sulfur springs in the night.
Like sun dried chipotles, smoky, hot, hinting
of sweet fruit, beneath smoldering embers.
Angry as the voices trapped in bone dry timbers,
ready for the spark, that sets them free.

"Still, I don't know how you taste."

eLust #19

2010-09-04T19:11:00.000-07:00

My entry is titled, simply - Poem

Photo courtesy of Emmy

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The Rules - She squirmed in her chair as if impaled there by my finger slowly pushing in and out. “But I can tell you that on our third date I want something a lot bigger than your finger in me.”

Consensual Nonconsent - He told me he was going to do whatever he wanted to me and he wanted me to not give consent. He wanted to take it from me. He wanted me to say no and the less l liked something the harder it would make him.

Love and light - So I move on not as a submissive but as the smart mature strong woman that I know that I am. I will credit him with changing me. Changing the way I see myself.

~ e[lust] Editress ~

Confessional: Annual Reminder - In the dark in the car in the parking lot of a somewhat posh store he got a fantastic blowjob as uptight conservatives drove past us.

~ Featured Post (Lilly’s Pick) ~

What's Been Eating Emmy - A yearly test is good for most but if you find you are playing with a larger than usual number of people go get retested. Put yourself and your future partners mind at ease.

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Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationship

Adventures in Buttsex
Beginner Anal Positions
Clever Slut
Ever Changing
Jane Says: Take A2M Precautions
The Big Poly Secret - The Kreplit Famine
The P-Spot is the New Male Orgasm
Vaginal Cosmetic Surgery
What is Love?

Erotic Writing

"...is Hard to Do"
Bathroom Blowjobs
Dance of The Veil(Erotic Fiction Writing)
Erotica: A "Break In" - Fantasy pt1
Foreplay – An Erotic Beginning
Her Birthday
In Plain Sight...
Just a Friend
Loki At Play
Lydia and the Wrong Stockings
my turn
Mike & Jenny In The Bookstore
Need
On Fucking Jesus
Poem
School Detention
Trust Me
The Ordeal (Part Three)
The Heat of the Moment
The Closet
The Lioness
The Belt
The Brazilian
The Show
Voyeur ISO....

Sex News Interviews Politics & Humor

A New Day
Interview with Athena Hollow of Geek Girls Online
KSL’s 2nd Anniversary
My Evening Out
What Happened?

Kink & Fetish

A Drink and A Smoke
Begging Pleading
Basement
Dangerous Rope
Day 1- Define Your Kinky Self
How To Find A Mistress
I’m Here I’m Queer???
Kissing is all
Leash
Punishment and an Ominous Chain
The Maid and the Jewels
Temple
the 2nd night with the Farmer
Total orgasmic destruction
What FetLife Has Done

Poem

2010-08-21T16:32:00.000-07:00

You fuck me because
I let you

A knock on the door and I
let you in
you haven't a key

You fuck me because
I let you

I take your coat and toss
it carelessly over a chair
you haven't a hanger
the old lady down the street
keeps one for me

You fuck me because
I let you

You tear my stockings
You eat your fill
I stare at the ceiling
allowing your thrill

You fuck me becasue
I let you

You show yourself out
letting the door click
but not before you leave greenbacks
on the window sill

You fuck me because
I let you

One day you will come and find the
the door locked and no answer to your knock

Or I will sit in the chair and wait
no knock on my door
but for now

you fuck me because
I let you.

eLust #12

2010-04-28T18:05:00.000-07:00

Oh - Tickle Pink I am ;)

Photo courtesy of Emmy

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Flesh - Her mind awash with the thought of fucking. The smell of his scent stirring her cunt, her skin alive and encased by lust.

Putting energy in - Play is energising, at its best; so when both of you are tired, sex or spanking can be a way to get away from it all, rejuvenate your emotional connection and stimulate body and brain with a flood of hormones and endorphines.

A Rude Awakening - In the depths of the night, I half wake to the feel of her cool skin wrapping itself around my back. Soft breasts pushing against my ribs and her groin moulding itself to my buttocks.

~ e[lust] Editress ~

Shouldn't - It always starts off so inconspicuously. Innocent, like the sort of teasing that might occur now and then between any other pair of friends who share a hint of attraction to each other.

~ Featured Post (Lilly’s Pick) ~

Comfort - She’s so strong and yet, when we lie down together, she makes herself small and vulnerable for me. ”Hold me” she says in a tiny voice

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Erotic Writing

Back Story
bodystocking blowjob
Bella Durmiente
Began my day
Bubbleland
Current events
Fiction: Growth
First Meetings...
Game On
"I want your cock in my mouth"
"Make Me"
Mauled at Noon
Monday Morning Flash - "Bathtime"
musing/not asking
Negotiations
Oh, What a Night
One Last Surprise
Over-Ruled?
Park 'N Ride Me
Slut with Wine Bottle
Stardust
Satin Met a Laddie
Unravelled
Wednesday meeting with V

Kink & Fetish

BDSM Advice Series: Gags
Domme for a day
FetInRealLife #12 – DIY Flogger
First Memories
Impact
Last Night
New friends and intense, sweaty, loud orgasms
Out with the Old, in with the New
Sluts, Squirts and Swing Clubs
Steel
Submissive Skills: Hunt Slut
Trust
taking her as My girl, discovering the Dom within
"Welcome to SpankingCast, our spanking podcast"

Sex News, Interviews, Politics and Humor

Building Community for Sex-Positive Sexuality Professionals
Soaking -- Marinating in the Cunt of Christ

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Gay Pride
Going Bareback
I Can't
Ladies, what do your genitals say about you?
My Identity is Erased
More Bad Advice
My Rape Story
Read and you may learn...V-massage
Psychology of Rape Fantasy- An Overview
Support Survivors
Top 10 Good Things About A LDR
You Shur Got a Pretty Mouth

Game On

2010-04-16T16:44:00.000-07:00

Anna had made a decision. Tonight she was not sleeping alone. It had been eight months since she had parted with her long time on again, off again boyfriend and she was tired of hanging out and hoping someone would make the first move. She was done with happy hours that were not exactly happy.

She was done with blind dates and online dating. She wanted to feel a man’s warm skin under her hands; she wanted his firm warm hands on her body. She wanted to taste and kiss and caress. Her body ached for the intimacy – the connection one could not achieve whilst going it solo.

At this point, Anna admitted ruefully she might be tempted by just about anyone – who was clean and could at least string a few sentences together. But she knew she had someone specific in mind – who she hoped she could convince to take a chance and have some fun. She had met Will a few months before she had sent ex-boyfriend packing. Will was well dressed, well traveled, smart and oh my God sexy. He had been very pleasant to her, whenever they were in the elevator together and he had seemed interested the first time they met – until he had learned she was taken and then he had adopted the gentlemanly air, the forced honorable distance – which only served to make him that much more attractive, darn it.

So tonight – tonight she was going to do her best to convince him that being a gentleman was no longer required nor desired. She planned to crash the little happy hour he and his buddies had every Friday night. She had observed them and knew the routine and she figured if she timed it right – she just might be able to convince him to take a chance.

All the cards were in her favor. She knew he lived uptown and she lived just around the corner. She knew the boys generally had a few drinks and stayed in the bar for about two hours before calling it a night or at the least going their separate ways. Carlo, the bartender has been very forth coming, when she had quizzed him. She was a woman with a plan, a short little dress and an agenda, which include breakfast tomorrow if she was lucky.

Leaving the office just a bit early she had hurried home showered and dressed – a very cute and slightly clingy matte jersey wrap dress. A dress that showed all her assets in the very best of ways; it glossed over her hips and the neckline served to show off her breasts – just enough – not in your face boobs but created a nice view all the same. She had taken extra care with her hair – creating a nice sloppy twist – it invited touch. She had been light on the make up, just enough to enhance. Her shoes were new and very cute and the heel was not too high. She needed to be comfortable and stable on her feet.

She had arranged with Carlo – to help her with her ruse. It helped that Carlo was dating her neighbor – Mike. He had been a huge help in this situation. He and Mike had given all sorts of pick up line and ideas – the other night while they shared a bottle of wine.

Taking a deep breath as she entered the bar – she paused and caught Carlo’s eye – he nodded and she walked on. Feeling very nervous – this was such a bold step – but she knew what she wanted and more specifically she knew whom. Will had occupied a prominent place in her nightly dreams for over a month and she was ready to make dreams come true.

Walking up to the bar, she sat down, leaving a stool between she and Will. Carlo was already there, laying down a napkin and asking for her drink order. She made show of setting down her little clutch purse and saying that she would wait she was expecting someone.

Carlo nodded and told her to just let him know.

Anna sighed and took out her phone and pretended to read a text message. Then she looked over at Will and pretended to just notice him, when in fact she had been very tuned into him from the minute she had walked into the bar. He drew her or at least that is what she told herself.

She smiled and said quietly, “Hi Will. How are you?”

If Will was surprised to see her or happy for that matter he did a great job of guarding those emotions; he merely nodded and tipped his glass in her direction.

Not the grand reaction she had hoped for, but then Anna reminded herself silently that anything worth having sometimes took superhuman effort to achieve.

She smiled at him and then turned her gaze back to her phone. Pretending again to read a text message.

This went on for a bit. Carlo returned to see if she wanted another drink. She told him no loudly enough that Will could here. She emphasized that she was waiting on someone and apparently he was running late.

After about twenty minutes, which is a short time really, but while sitting in the bar pretending to wait on someone, when the someone you want to drag back to your place and have nasty hot sex with is one stool away, the minutes really do seem to tick by in the same way cold honey clings to a spoon in the winter.

Suddenly her phone rang and she answered. “MMMM, uh-hu,” she muttered. “Oh, well sure I see. I was not sure. Yes, well I see. Ok, yeah maybe another a time.”

Looking as sad as she could, given that it was Carlo on the other line telling her to hurry up and get Will out of there and take him home and get down to business already, she hit the end button on her phone and slipped it into her purse.

Looked up and signaled Carlo.

“I will take a Cosmo, light on Cranberry, please.”

“Sure thing miss. Tired of waiting?” he asked her brightly.

“I guess he is not going to make it. Something came up.”

Carlo nodded and set the drink down in front of her. Then totally unscripted and a bit naughty, he smiled and said, “Well his lose honey, you are worth canceling whatever came up and rescheduling it to next week. Man must have issues with priorities.”

Anna smiled wistfully. Carlo was just so sweet. He was alluding to her on again off again – when I have time boyfriend of eighteen months. The one who routinely stood her up or canceled at the last minute. Trust Carlo to not only play the part – but to secretly buck her up in the process.

Taking a deep breath, she decided to go for broke. She had made it this far, she might as well play her duce and hope for the best.

Sliding over a stool to sit next to Will, she said. “So how have you been Will?”

As opening lines went it was not the sharpest – but she was winging it now. She had never picked anyone up in a bar; she had never deliberately targeted anyone. She had always floated through life and taken what had come her way, but now she wanted Will and she meant to have him.

He smiled and said nothing.

Ok this was going to be harder than she thought, apparently.

“I did not know you lived around here? I thought Meg had said you were an Uptowner.” After forcing this question out, she took a healthy sip of her drink. Trying to look polished and sophisticated, when she was actually shaking like a leaf.

“Yep I live Uptown. I was here with the guys. I should be heading out. There is a game on tonight. I had planned on some take out and the game.” Will stated flatly, looking at his watch and then returning his gaze to his beer. Then he took a draw and swallowed.

Anna had to stifle a gasp, he had big hands and his shirt was cuffed and his arms looked strong. Wow it had been too long if she was getting all hot and bothered just looking at his hands.

“Ah, yes a game. That sounds nice; a quiet evening in. I was supposed to be meeting someone for a drink. I just live around the corner. Another set up gone wrong I guess.” She said casually and then took another drink from her Cosmo. All the while thinking this was getting her exactly nowhere and the Cosmo was going to get her a bit drunk, since she had not eaten since lunchtime. Brilliant Anna, she chastised herself inwardly – oh the best the laid plans.

So subtle conversation was getting her nowhere, but sitting this close to Will was getting her hot and wet and this was so silly. She should just be direct and tell him to skip the game the and come of to her place, but that seemed - well direct and while she wanted to be direct she decided maybe she would try some body language and see if that got her any further.

Shifting on the stool, she turned her body closer to Will’s and rested her right heel on the rung of his stool. This caused her skirt to ride up just a bit more and maybe it hinted at the stockings she on underneath and maybe it did not. To draw attention to her thigh, she let her hand rest on her leg just above her knee. She leaned in a bit closer and smiled at him.

With her movement, Will had shifted slightly and now they were looking at each other. His eyes seemed to have deepened – or at least that is what Anna told herself, as she rested her other hand on the bar near his beer.

She smiled again and decided that this was her moment. Clearly it appeared she had his attention.

“So are you seeing anyone, Will?”

“No Anna, I am not, you?”

“No Will I am not. It appears whatever it was – it was more compelling than having a drink with me. Seems a routine occurrence. But I will say this. I have learned a good deal and baring a verifiable act of God. I only allow one bite at this apple. I am worth the time.”

“Ah, well yes I can see that.”

“Yes Michael used to think I was a whenever he had time or the inclination kind of girl.” She looked into his eyes and smiled. “But I know better now and honestly, I am worth the time.”

With that she shook her head a bit, causing her hair to slip a bit from the messy twist. As she looked up she saw it. The look she was hoping for. The flash, Will was not immune to her. He had been watching her carefully. She felt it and she felt the change in the air around them. Good, it would make step two that much easier.

“Would you like another drink?” she asked as she motioned to his nearly empty beer bottle. She felt assured he would not. Carlo had been very specific about just how much Will generally drank. As she finished her questions, she leaned in and moved her hand from her thigh to his. It was a bold move, but Anna was not in the mood to wait any longer. She had had just enough Cosmo to get over the little bit of nerves she had had and she was not going to let him get out of the bar without knowing what he could have instead of take out and the game on TV.

Slowly she began to make circles on his thigh as she started to say, “You know, I live just around the corner. There is a great little Thai place on the way. I know nothing about the game – but, um, well we could watch it at my place or I can think of other games, which might be a bit more fun.”

If she had shocked Will, he did a decent job of hiding the fact. He did not look like he might swallow his tongue – which she admitted ruefully would be a damn shame. She could think of so many other things she would like to see him do with his tongue.

“You know we could play truth or dare, maybe twenty questions, that is fun or I think I have a deck of cards and I have to say, I play a mean game of poker, but instead of trying to take your paycheck, I would settle for strip poker.”

Anna made a big show of looking him up and down and then she said with a very sexy smile, “I think you are wearing more than me anyway, so that gives you an edge.”

Then she leaned back and took her hand from his thigh and took another drink of her Cosmo.

She kept her eyes on Will. He had a great poker face, she had to give him that much. No shock and no excessive salivating either. Damn, this was harder than she had thought it would be and she had jumped in with both feet – so there was not really much more she could do, short of taking off some clothes and that just seemed to boarder on desperate. Which she was not. She was hot and she wanted Will, but she was not desperate.

So she settled back and kept her eyes on him and finished her Cosmo in three sips. This felt a bit like chicken; each of them waiting on the other to blink. Anna was prepared to just see how taken he was with her invitation.

Finishing her drink she waved at Carlo and as he approached she turned to Will. “Well this has been fun. Enjoy your game.”

She stood slowly, to the left of her stool, and said, “See you around Will." and then she knocked her purse onto the floor.”

Bending down to reach it, she did so slowly and with deliberate grace. Moving very slowly and in a way that she hoped said sexy. As she came up, she felt a male hand on her back and then warm breath against her ear, “You had me from the minute you sat down, but I have to say, this little game of yours – has been the best foreplay ever. Let’s skip Thai and just head back to your place. I suddenly have a game I am just dying to play.”

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2010-04-06T18:33:00.000-07:00

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2010-03-29T17:34:00.000-07:00

Katherine’s key slipped into the door, it was cold and she could see her breath. Her boots had clicked along the salted glittering sidewalk. Katherine was late. Traffic had been bad and she had texted from the traffic light, near his place. The cab driver had driven fast, but it had still taken more time than normal.

“Be there in about 5 minutes.”

There had been no response. She wondered absently what he was doing. Reading maybe? Talking on the phone? Had someone called?

She opened the door. Before she had a foot into the foyer, she felt a hand on her shoulder and he was pushing her back up against the wall, shutting the door at the same time. Katherine dropped her bag, just as his arm was pressed against her. Nigel’s hand pulled her hair, her head back and then as she gasps he kisses her. Hard. Katherine struggled to breath, feeling her bones melt into the wall, melted from the intensity of the kiss. A kiss that said, “I love you, I hate that you are late, I want you, I want to consume you, I am hungry for the essences of you and I want to bang you against the wall like the dirty slut I know you to be.”

The buttons of her coat give, under the instance of his fingers. She felt Nigel pushing it over her shoulders, applying pressure, making her feel the presence of his hands. She thought he would have torn at the buttons, had she not had to wear it home later. Quickly the coat pools at her feet, on the floor, near her boots, Katherine struggled against him, reaching to pick it up.

“Leave it.” Nigel hisses and then pressing against her, he kissed her again. Hard. With the passion of a week, pushed into the space between their lips, engulfing her.
Her skirt brushes against her thighs as he raising the hem, inch by inch, as they kiss. She is participating now. No longer bowled over by his presence. She is meeting him, sucking in the energy between them, letting it carry her. Nigel’s considerable desire feeding her escalating desire.

She felt the last firm yank of her skirt as he raises it up, fully exposing her ass. The next thing she knows, her panties are pulled from her and Nigel’s hand is between her legs. She is wet. She was wet even before she sent the text from the traffic light. Katherine feels his fingers sink into her and she moans into the kiss. Moving her hips, enjoying the warmth building up through her belly and down her neck, as Nigel begins to play, driving her higher.

Breaking the kiss, Nigel whispers in her ear. Nothing really, just vibrations, a hum, his lips warm against her up-do. She feels his hand driving thru her hair, pulling out the pins and releasing the claw, holding the mass of dark hair. Absently Katherine thinks about the time she had spent on her hair. Winding it up and placing it just so. It matters not now, Nigel’s warm hard hand grasping the strands, pushing her closer to the wall, as if he could press her into the wall and the wall would somehow open up to cradle her, the way her body was opening to cradle him.
Suddenly, Nigel’s hand pulled out of her hair and the other from her pussy, Katherine pouts just a bit, feeling suddenly needy and aggressive.

“Stay.” Nigel says, as he presses her with one arm into the wall and pressing her legs open, her lower back pressing into the wall firmly, then one hand on his belt buckle, loosening, sliding his pants over his ass, rolling on a condom, all the while she feel as if she is hurling into space and melting all at once. Her grasp of the motion around her fades, as all her senses focus on the fact that Nigel is going to fuck her. He is going to press her into the wall and press into her; and fuck her hard against the wall.

Raising her right leg, to wrap slightly around his waist, Katherine’s left leg balancing on the floor in the obscene move of a ballerina, she gasps as suddenly his cock is filling her.

Without warning, no time for her to adjust to the invasion or settle into the feeling of being full, his hands grip her hips and press her into the wall and then, without warning he is moving, fucking in and out of her, hard, deep thrusts. His lips devour hers and Katherine is engulfed, completely mastered in that moment, it is as if she is open, a vessel for his lust. He is hungry.

At first Katherine is very aware of the wall, hard and cool against her back, but as the heat from their bodies intensifies, she is lost, only aware of their bodies, of the pleasure singing through her veins, of being formless and grounded; tied to him, in this quest.

Breaking the kiss, his lips eat along her neck and then stop at her ear.
Nigel begins to count.

Ten.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven.

Katherine gasps. “Oh God.” She is going to come. He is fucking her hard and it vibrates through her, into the wall and back again. The force of each thrust and the push back of the hard cold plaster, she feels it in every part of her.

Six.

Five.

Four.

Nigel is whispering and she can feel it in him too. He is awash in the pleasure. He wanted her and he is taking her. He was hungry and now he is devouring her.

Three.

Two.

One.

“Come.”

And with that whispered grunt, Katherine feels him tense, as she feels her orgasm break free, like a tidal wave. She is unbound, as her hair was unbound, only in a rush. She screams into his kiss, his lips had moved to hers as they came. His a tensing, a tightening and a snap of the bow and hers a wave or a rushed opening, not an explosion, but certainly the sense of even more openness.

Before Katherine came back to reality, she feel s as if she is floating like a balloon, only isn’t, Nigel is lifting her. Placing her in the chair, overstuffed and large, Katherine dimly realizing she feels small in this big chair.

Nigel’s large hand pushes her back and slides her ass roughly forward, so that her creamy, smooth ass and legs are on the edge of the chair. Her legs, being pushed up and open and over the arms of the chair, in a fluid motion, leaving her spread open. Katherine feels naked. In truth she is still dressed, her skirt up around her waist, her knee hi socks and boots still on her feet.

Fuzzy and hazy she looks down, at Nigel. She is fuzzy and hazy and Nigel, he is intent. Before Katherine can say a word, his fingers, one then two are in her, parting the wet flesh of her pussy, seeking her g-spot, and then his mouth, devouring her pussy, tongue lashing her clit and before Katherine can gasp a second breath, she is begging, begging to come, begging to give into the intensity.
Nigel pulls back enough to bark a quick “no.” before resuming his assault; his fingers fucking in and out of her, his tongue and lips caressing and licking and nipping. Katherine thinks dimly somewhere in her pleasure clouded mind, this, this is why they call it “eating.” She feels utterly consumed and all the while, she is wanting more. More. Just a little bit more.

Katherine knows she is supposed to wait. She feels like she is going to burst, like a cork out of the shaken bottle of champagne. Waiting though is its own special pleasure, a newly discovered pleasure. But it is also a trial. Ever defiant, Katherine does not want to wait. Just as Nigel did not want to wait as she walked in the door. But she waits, letting the pleasure build up behind that damn, the one they have built together, the “special trick” he called it.

Nigel’s fingers are relentless now. He knows her body well and he knows what she craves. Locked in a battle now, can he push her over the edge, how far can he push her, will she break. Will she cry out first? Will she disobey? How badly will she let the ache build?

“Please.” Katherine murmurs quietly.

Nigel continues to feast and fuck her with his fingers. She is thrashing her hips and beginning to babble. Her hands pull his hair and she can feel the tension building, the tension between them and within her. She wants to come. She wants it. She wants what he will not give her.

“Please. Please. Oh fuck, Nigel. Please.” Katherine starts to beg.

Nigel stops and pulls back. Katherine knows now that he will watch. He likes to watch her come. That is his special treat. To sit back and watch her as her mind leaves her body and her body becomes consumed in the electricity of the tension between them. Being wholly one – mind and body, but also apart, as if ripped asunder, as the damn bursts and the pleasure flows free. Katherine thinks, that is how it is – the pleasure is within her, all the time, that power, but she has to break open, in order to let it flow. The act of breaking, of surrendering her guard, of giving into the forces within her, brings her the burst of light, the ecstasy.
Nigel’s fingers continue their assault. She is bucking her hips and can feel the cracks, forming one by one, the achy needy feeling building within her.

He is looking at her now, she can feel it. Her eyes are closed, consumed by the colors she sees behind her eyes and her need to hold the dam up, to not let the burst of pleasure go; there is contentment in the climb, eating the drops of sugar as they fall, the sweetness of agony very poignant.

“Count.”

As if in the mist, she hears her voice, low and sweet, begin to count. Slowly. Why so slowly she wonders.

“Five…four… three, oh, uhhhh, two…..one…” then a pause. The silence stretches slowly, like taffy on a warm day.

“Come.” The word whispered and then it is if gasoline has been thrown on the fire. The damn bursts and she hears in the distance a scream, so sweet and so fierce.

“Again.” Nigel commands.

And as with the tide during a storm, Katherine feels herself rolling again, hears the scream and the moans and feels the waves hit her, and drag her away and then his voice is quieter and deeper, his hand still pushing her.

“One more time.”

And she does, opening her eyes and drinking in the naked hunger and the mastery, in a pale blue fire.

As if on a low tide, sweeping at her, as her eyes flutter close, Katherine feels his fingers, receding as the fierce wind is receding, Fee ling formless, battered and alive, Katherine floats.

In a swoop, Nigel lifts Katherine and cradles her against his warm chest and the gentle rocking motion continues, making her feel almost sea sick, until she lands on the soft mattress. Her skirt and sweater removed, her boots, and then warm arms and a warm body surround her, like an envelope.

Quietly. Just the sound of breath.

Until, she hears nothing but their heartbeats, the music of her dreams.

Summer

2010-03-06T20:49:00.001-08:00

I have spring fever...

This is one of the first works I wrote of his point of view. There are follow up stories... just wait...

****

We were sitting on the patio. I was reading the paper, really I was pretending to read the paper, but actually I was watching my girlfriend read. She was sitting in the chase lounger and had her legs pulled up, knees up slightly and open. She was wearing a short skirt with a tight little t-shirt. No bra. The best I could tell, she really was reading her book. I shifted my chair, so I could see her legs a bit better. She looked up, eyes scrunching up, silently questioning what I was up to. I wanted to get a good look at her legs, actually I wanted to know if she was wearing underwear.

"I was just moving, trying to get more light." The sun was setting, not the smartest comeback ever.

She just smiled and went back to reading.

I pretended to keep reading as well.

I glanced over again; damn she does have panties on. My mind kept thinking about pussy. Could I get her to give it up on the deck, during twilight? Normally she was freaked out about the neighbors. Granted they might hear her - but damn - we had a privacy fence. No one would see her but me. She shifted her weight from right to left; her skirt rode up a bit more.

Shit, she did not have on panties, she had on a thong. Fuck. Now all I could think about getting her to play along.

"Hey, how about you come over here and sit with me." Right this was going to work. In three years had I learned anything? When she was reading, she was reading. No stopping her, until she was done or had to piss like a racehorse.

She glanced over at me and raised an eyebrow.

Yeah, I have my work cut out for me.

So I pretended to read again. All the while, the combination of the mean girl look she had just cast me, the sexy fall of her legs, the thong, the thought of her in my lap and the warm summer night, were combining to make the pursuit of pussy my number one concern. My cock was ready to go.

Still, would it work, was it worth trying for the outdoor adventure?

Yeah, it was so going to be worth it.

I stood up, went inside and came back with a blanket, which I draped over the back of my chair. Then I went back inside, returning with the remaining wine from dinner and two fresh glasses. I knelt down by her chair and reached for her book, turning a corner down, marking her page, closed the book and set it on the seat of my chair.

Before she could protest, I kissed her. Full on. We so were going to fuck on patio. Neighbors be damned.

She reached around me at first, to try and push me away and reach for her book, but at that moment I slipped my hand up her skirt and let my hand rest on her inner thigh. Her skin was soft and warm to the touch. Like warm water, just not wet - yet. I kept up with the kissing, using my tongue to glide along her lips, delving into her mouth and then nipping at her lush lips just a bit. Her hands were now relaxed against my chest. They felt a bit warm thru my t-shirt. MMM, I was getting somewhere.

Moving my hand upwards again, still kissing her, I reached the waistband of her low-rise thong. Man, she could really pick underwear. We were so going to fuck tonight on the patio. I began to ease the thong down her legs, stopping at her knees. Yeah, just like that. She was now trying to break the kiss.

"Hey, John what are you doing?" she asks in all seriousness.

I am going to have to work harder. Kissing my way up her neck to her ear, I breathe slightly against her for a few seconds and then I pull out all the stops and decide to go for broke.

"Planning to make you cum like a freight train and then fuck you senseless."

She gasps. Looks up at me with eyes mixed with shock and heat. Yeah, she wants me to do that.

Wasting no time, as I am really ready to go now. I slide my hand up her thigh, over her bare pussy and went right for the good stuff. No holding back tonight.

I ran my fingers along the outer edge of her pussy. Feeling the softness, the wetness. All the while whispering in her ear naughty things. Telling her how much I wanted to fuck her on the patio, how hot her pussy felt to my hand, how I was going to eat her pussy and make her cum.

I slowly, worked one finger into her. She was wet and tight and moaning, as I flexed my finger, slightly, I kissed her again. There was so much I wanted to do and all at once. I slipped another finger into her and then rubbed my thumb around her clit. Her legs fell open, I could tell she was getting into it and had forgotten her book. As I kept working at her, varying the speed of my thrusting fingers, I began easing her down the chase, until I had her legs over my shoulders.

"Grab onto the handles and do not let go."

I then lowered my head and let my warm breath flow over her pussy. "I am going to lick and suck on your pussy until you are begging me to let you cum."

She whimpered and I dipped my head and licked around her wet outer lips. I used my hands to spread out her pussy and then licked and circled and licked and circled. Making sure to avoid her clit. Her hips were rocking in rhythm with my licks. Slowly I worked my fingers back into her and then licked and sucked at her clit. She was moaning and then begging, "Please John. Let me cum. It feels so good. Just like that. Ahhhh."

As she continued to moan and babble slightly, I worked in a third finger. Then I felt her pussy closing tighter around my fingers. Squeezing and gloving. Then I felt her arch her back and moan as she came and came. She was looking at me with wide eyes, rich with pleasure. Her legs relaxed and dropped open against the chase.

I stood, sat down beside her and guided her up and over me. I was sitting up and I settled her onto my lap, facing into the yard. While she was still limp form her orgasm, I began playing with her breasts. Pinching her nipples and kissing and eating along the back of her neck.

Then I settled her over my raging cock and then she took over, easing her way over me. Taking me inside, slowly, inch by inch. I had started out this way, to give her the chance to ease into it. But she was so wet and so hot, I could not go slow for very long. I let her play just a bit and then, pushing on her back, I eased her forward, so that she was on her hands and knees, me still buried deep inside of her. I raised up, took in the view of her lovely ass, white and firm, in all the right places. Taking her from behind was always a wild ride.

She was pushing back against me. I gave her a firm slap on her ass. She gasped and moaned. Then I grabbed her hips and set up a steady in and out motion. Increasing the tempo slightly, I leaned over and told her again, how good she felt around me, how I loved taking her from behind. She was moaning again. I knew the neighbors could hear her, so I reach forward and offered two on my fingers. The two that had been inside her. She licked at them and then sucked them into her mouth. Sucking as if they were the very best candy.

I could tell she was close to coming again, so I leaned forward again and whispered, " that's right, my little slut. suck him. keep him busy, while I am fucking you." I knew she liked this idea. Two guys at once. It never failed to make her cum and cum hard.

I could feel her muscles tensing around my cock. Tightening, squeezing me tighter. Then I felt her ripple around me, as she moaned and sucked harder on my fingers.

Then I felt my balls tighten and my cock grow more rigid. Then I came, just as she began to cum again. I bit down on my tongue to stifle the moan, roaring up my throat.

We both fell into the chase, Lisa snuggled into my arms. I pulled the blanket around us, and we watched as the sun sank away into the night.

After Party

2010-02-24T11:19:00.000-08:00

"Come to the party. No really you should come." he said.

She was uncertain. Her partner was not going to be in town and the party would be mostly couples. Nothing like being a third wheel.

"Seriously come to the party. Katherine wants to meet you."

"Ok, I guess I can stop by for a little bit, I would like to meet her also."

After work on Friday night, Nan went shopping, looking for a birthday present for her niece and stopping by one of her favorite boutiques.

Working in a creative agency meant she could dress in an eclectic style which suited her mood. Today she had picked a sensible knee length A-line skirt, stockings with a seam up the back, some amazing platform spectators and an ivory sweater set. She had fastened her blonde locks back with a fabric headband which matched her skirt. Pearls completed the sweet and demur fifties look. Underneath however, she had boy short panties with attached garters and a push up bra, both in beige with little pink flowers.

As the sun was setting, she headed towards Nigel and Katherine's party. She really would rather just go home, but Nigel would be so sad or angry or both if she stood them up. It was not as if she had not had drinks with Nigel before without Martin joining them.

Nigel lived a few blocks from the subway station and about 5 blocks from her townhouse.

Walking up the tree lined street, she paused in front of the townhouse and adjusted her stockings. The walked had caused her seams to work their way off center. One couldn't have seams off kilter.

Ringing the bell and waiting, Nigel's footsteps getting closer with every breath.

"Nan, how good of you to come. I was worried you wouldn't make it. Come, Come in, we just opened a bottle of Malbec and Sampson is about to bore us with stories from his childhood adventures in Rhodesia."

Nan ducked inside. Really ready for a glass of wine, less so for Sampson's travelogues. Nigel was older than she by a dozen years and as a professor of art history, very studious. Less creative. Martin and she kept more lively company, but Nigel was a good friend and she did enjoy his parties, if only because they reminded her of what she had always thought grown up parties might be like.

After three boring stories, several pointless conversations with friends of Nigel's she simply did not know, Nan had ingested two glasses of wine and very little food. Heading to the kitchen with an empty wine glass, Nan saw Katherine, in the kitchen freshening plates of cheese and loading the dishwasher.

"Ah you must be Nan." Katherine said with a warm smile and a sparkle in her eye.

Nan nodded, setting the glass on the counter and adjusting the hem of her sweater.

"You must be Katherine. Nice to finally meet you. I saw you earlier, but I was trapped in the study talking to, um, what is his name?"

"George. He works in my office. He is a bore."

Nan nodded. He was indeed a bore.

"I love your outfit, very creative and fun. You look beautiful, even after a day at the office."

Nan blushed, thinking that was an odd thing for a woman to say.

"Can I help you with something."

"Do you mind emptying the other dishwasher, I expect people will be leaving soon and we will need to reload."

Katherine walked out of the kitchen, with a platter of cheese and crackers, her heels clicking nicely on the hardwood floors. Nan admired her stride, even and purposeful. Katherine was an art appraiser and owned her own firm. Nan gathered she traveled a fair amount, given that many of her clients were museums and insurance companies.

Lost in thought as she emptied the dishwasher, she did not hear Katherine come back into the kitchen, until Katerine said, "My for a full skirt, it certainly shows your ass very nicely. Tucked in at the waist and then flowing over your hips so smoothly."

Nan turned to face Katherine, who stood behind her, a lite cigarette in her left hand and a very knowing smile on her face.

"Nigel lets you smoke in here?"

"Not in general, but tonight I think he will overlook the transgression."

Katherine took a drag and blew the blueish smoke out through her nose.

Nan realized it was not tobacco, but instead something else entirely.

Katherine held the joint out for Nan to take.

"Go ahead. It is seriously smooth."

Nan took a drag, feeling the burn in her throat and then closing her eyes, imagining the blueish smoke filling her and then flowing out her nose like mist. Katherine was right, it was seriously smooth.

Nan passed it back to Katherine, who took another drag off the joint and quickly handed it back to Nan.

Nan repeated the gesture, and after one last drag Katherine took a saucer and extinguished the joint and smiled warmly at Nan.

"Let's finish up in here and then we can go enjoy the rest of the party."

Nan finished the dishwasher and then hopped up on the counter and sat watching Katherine as she efficiently worked on stacking platters and wrapping up the leftovers and tucking them into the large commercial refrigerator.

"Nan, pull your skirt up." Katrine instructed. Had Nan paused to think about this, it would have seemed strange, but instead Nan reached for the hem of her skirt and pulled the fabric up above her knees.

"Stockings. I knew it. So sexy Nan. You are like a bit of chiffon pie, just begging to be eaten."

Katherine stalked to the counter, promptly putting her hands under the bunched fabric of Nan's skirt and rubbing the smooth creamy skin of Nan's slender thighs. Small circles at first and then increasing in size, allowing her thumbs to absently rub, against the damp satin of Nan's panties. At first Nan thought she should stop Katherine, this felt weird, being intimate with Nigel's girlfriend. Then as that thought flit through her mind, Nan saw herself kissing Katherine. Soft wet, open mouth kisses.

Feeling giddy and turned on, Nan leaned forward, closing her eyes and kissed Katerine, gently at first, just a bit of pressure on her lips and then with more insistence. Surprisingly as Nan felt Katherine's hands slide under the fabric of her panties, Katherine's lips parted slightly and Nan took the chance to deepen the kiss. As Nan snuck her tongue pass Katherine's lips and kissed her softly, then deeply and then softly again, twining her hands through her black long hair, enjoying the feel of the silky strands as they flowed through her fingers like silken waves.

Katherine continued to caress and probe between Nan's spread legs, first circling her clit one way and then the other. Then she slide one finger inside and probed. Nan was wet. Since Nan had sat on the edge of the counter, which formed the breakfast bar, Katherine reached up and pressed her other hand against Nan's breast bone. Breaking the kisses, Katherine said, "Lay back."

Nan obeyed without thinking. She had a good idea what Katherine was about and she decided she wanted it. She had never been with a woman, before, but the kisses had drugged her as much as the joint had and really what was the harm?

Katherine unsnapped the garters and eased the panties over Nan's slim hips, down her legs and over the heels of her shoes. Then Katherine's lips ate a trail back up Nan's leg and her fingered trailed along the other. Nan, leaned up, so that she could see, Katherine's gorgeous black hair floating along the line of her spread legs.

Before Nan could take a deep breath and prepare herself for the feel of Katherine's lips on her pussy, Nan gasp, as Katherine drove two fingers deep insides and began to lash her clit with her tongue. Before Nan knew it, she was gasping for air and trying not to yell out in her pleasure. Normally it took her a while to reach the brink, but Katherine had her there almost immediately.

Just as Nan thought she was going to explode, Katherine stopped and began to right Nan's skirt.

Nan blinked. Leaning up. Looking first at Katherine and then over her shoulder. The kitchen door had moved.

"Shhh..." Katherine murmured

After a long silence stretched between them, Nan felt her skirt brushing against her thighs as Katherine pulled it upward and then again Katherine surprised her. The gentlest of kisses against her inner thigh, near the crease of her leg and Katherine kissing the gentle downward slope of her stomach, the line where her navel melted into her pussy. Butterfly light kisses. Each press of Katherine's lips made Nan twitch.

Just as Nan allowed herself to sink into the counter and relax and allow Katherine to play and tantalize them both, Nan heard a noise. Looking towards the door, she saw Nigel, standing in the center of the kitchen, his gaze fixed on them. His eyes dark, hungry.

Nan tried to sit up but before she could master her strength and raise herself up or find her voice, she feels a hard, warm hand on her belly.

"Stay." Nigel says, his voice deep.

It is then Nan notices the chair.

Nigel settles on the chair and just as he crosses his legs and leans back, obvious hard, Nan gasps, as Katherine lips envelop her clit and her fingers burrow deep, seeking Nan's g-spot.

Meeting Nigel's eyes, Nan allows herself to melt and before she knows it, all she hears are Nigel's deep breaths and her own screams.

Books

2010-02-03T19:41:00.000-08:00

So every writer starts somewhere, right? This is the first bit of erotica I ever conjured. Enjoy.

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Meg was shopping in a little bookshop when he walked in, she glanced up from the book she was looking at and soaked up the sight of him. He was dressed very smartly in black slacks and a nice dress shirt, sleeves rolled up and cuffed, displaying his strong forearms and watch. She smiled as she slid her eyes away from his ass and back to the book, hoping he noticed her. Meg liked the look of his hands. She thought about him touching her. She blushed, feeling a bit naughty, having thoughts like that about a stranger in a bookshop.

He walked through the stacks, looking for a title and Meg walked slowly in his direction, following as subtly as possible. He stopped and pulled a book down. Meg kept walking, jostling him slightly as she passed. She smiled a bit, as if to say, “I am sorry” - although she knew he knew, she was not.

Meg paid for her book and headed out the door.

Walking slowing up the street, she paused to see if he was behind her.
Meg stopped at an outdoor cafe and selected a table very near the edge of the eating area. She saw him as he exited the bookshop and headed in her direction. The minute their eyes met, Meg knew, he knew she wanted him.

He entered the cafe and joined Meg at her table, without preamble. They ordered coffee and talked about the books they had selected. Under the table Meg kicked off her shoe and slide her foot up his leg, caressing softly. He paused as he brought the coffee cup to his lips. Meg smiled, as he smiled. Thinking about his lips kissing along her neck, along her collarbone, up towards her neck and hairline, made Meg’s cheeks flush and her body temperature rise.

She moved her foot up his leg and nestled it between his legs - to tease him a bit, to see if he wanted her as much as she wanted him. He swallowed - a gulp of hot coffee. A bit shocked at where her thoughts clearly were going.

Meg sighed as she stood and said she really should be on her way. He offered to walk her.

Meg inclined her head - as if to say - ok.

As they walked, his hand slid around Meg’s waist and then slightly lower. Suddenly she turned them down an alley, and pulled him towards the phone booth, slightly hidden from the avenue. The alley is deserted. Stepping into the phone booth, he pulled the door shut. Meg turned and kissed him guiding his hand up her skirt. To his shock; she was not wearing underwear. He began to touch and tease her.

Meg slide her hand up his leg to the zipper of his pants, unzipping and taking his cock into her hand to caress and tease a bit. With her other hand, she slide the telephone book to the floor and hopped up onto the ledge, pulling her skirt up and him closer to her. Wrapping her legs around his waist.

Smiling she guided him to her and began to kiss him deeply. He pushed inside her and they kissed and moved together, totally swept away by the passion and energy between them; unaware of the waning afternoon light as they indulged in this afternoon delight.

Dinner party

2009-12-19T10:34:00.001-08:00

I rather like one. I have reworked it, but this was the original story...
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“Anna, did you mean what you said the other day” Will asked while he ran his hand up and down her back as they lay in bed, wiling away another Sunday afternoon.

Anna turned her head towards him and smiled. “ ‘bout what?” she uttered sleepily.
“About wanting to live out a fantasy, be wild and try something new?”

Anna smiled shyly; she knew Will was up to something. He had that look in his eyes. She knew him fairly well by now and he had a busy devious mind. They had been talking about fantasies and being daring the other afternoon over coffee.

Feeling very sleepy and not really wanting to talk about it, she nodded slightly and smiled a bit and snuggled closer to his warm body, nuzzled her nose against his shoulder and let herself drift off peacefully, safe in his arms.

Will held Anna close and listened to her breath. Slow in and out breaths, which were exciting and calming all at once. He knew Anna had all but agreed, given her assent with her quiet smile. Ever since her seductive show at the bar, she had been content to let him lead going forward. She was a wonderful girl and an even more wonderful lover, lusty and playful and always up for a bit of adventure. In short, Anna had been worth the wait.

Will guided Anna through the crowded lobby. They were away for the weekend. Checking out another wonderful city, far from their own. Will had told Anna to think of it as a chance to be a little bit wild and in fact that was exactly what was going to happen. He had made the arrangements a few weeks ago. While the lobby belied the true nature of this private dinner club, Will knew the secret. This club catered to those diners, who wanted a little something more exciting than good prime rib and fabulous chardonnay.

This club was by membership only and featured private dinning rooms, a dance floor, private suites and various other rooms in which to mingle and enjoy the evening. The chef was top rated and the music was always high class. The onsite spa was rumored to be one of the best in the area.

Many people would confuse it with a swing club, but in reality it was merely a nightclub, a private nightclub, where adults could go and play and indulge. Tonight Will planned to indulge Anna and her taste for something a little bit wild.

“This way Anna,” Will said as he lead her through the main doors just past the lobby entrance, the layers of entrances maintaining the patrons’ privacy and preventing nonmembers from getting in on accident. Will had his hand on the small of Anna’s back as they walked. A protective and proprietary gesture, a sign of ownership if one choose to see it that way.

Anna had dressed with her normal flare and had taken great pains with her hair. She looked like a million dollars. Her dark tresses shown in the muted light and her creamy pale skin looked a bit flushed. Will wondered if she was more nervous than excited or more excited than nervous. He had not told her much about the club. Just that they had dinner reservations and that it would be a night to remember.

In the main hallway there were hostesses, taking coats, issuing claim checks, offering suggestions as to which saloon would suit the couples mood. Will gave the perky blond hostess their coats and then gave her their name. She smiled broadly and said, “Oh yes, Mr. Truman, your dinning room will be ready very soon. Would you like to have a drink in the Art salon, while you wait? Someone will be by shortly once all the preparations are complete.”

Will nodded. Once again he guided Anna, his hand at the small of her back down the hallway and towards the salon.

Anna craned her neck and looked at him. “Will, are you kidding me. Did you really make our reservations under Truman; like Will Truman on Will & Grace?” Bemused Anna shook her head and in the light, the diamond earrings in her ears danced and Will swore the lights danced away from her like a comet or a cosmic shower.

“Yes, Anna that is exactly what I did.”

Once they reached the salon, he guided her to a plush velvet couch, in a deep red and he ordered two glasses of wine from the cocktail waitress.

Sitting nestled close; Will rested his hand on Anna’s thigh, just at the edge of her skirt. He knew inches away, up her thigh, he would find warm and creamy and naked flesh. She had on thigh hi stockings, as always. Tonight in the hotel, he had watched her attentively as she dressed. It was almost as erotic as watching her undress, almost.

“So Anna, tonight, it is about us and what we want. It is about living and enjoying and not fearing. No one will judge us and no one we know will ever know. I have made sure of it. In life there are those that do, those that watch and those that daydream.”

Leaning close, he kissed her firmly but gently on the lips. Not wanting to smug her beautiful lipstick too much. Not yet anyway.

As he broke the kiss and eased back, once again considering his glass of wine, she gave him a slightly puzzled but thoughtful look but said nothing.

Just as they both finished their wine in silence, a young waiter walked over to them, leaned closer to Will and announced that their dinning room was ready.
Following the waiter down the hall, Will guiding Anna, they walked and then entered a small dining room. The table was set for eight. Anna was surprised. She had not known they would be meeting people.

“Mr. Truman your guests should arrive shortly. We wanted to give you the time to prepare as you requested.”

Nodding Will pulled out Anna’s chair and she took her seat.

“Thank you. I think we need about ten minutes.”
“Very well. I will let them know.”

“Will, what is going on? Who are we meeting?” Anna asked growing increasingly confused.

“We are not really meeting anyone. Some people will be joining us for dinner. You will not have to worry about a thing.”

Just then, Will pulled from his suit jacket pocket, as black silk blind fold. Anna recognized it. They had used it a while back, at home, when they had been feeling especially playful.

“Anna, tonight is about you. You wanted to experience something and I am in the position to give it to you, to make your fantasy come true. You will not have to worry about anything. I can assure that no one here tonight will know you; you will not see them and we do not know them. Nothing bad will happen, I will not leave your side and no one will touch you, but me. You know my touch. You know my voice. I will protect you.”

Slowly she nodded. She felt a shiver of fear run down her spine, followed closely by a thrill of excitement. Will was going to go through with what they had discussed that day over coffee. He had planned it out and it would become real.

He stepped behind her chair and gently adjusted her hair and then just as gently he tied the blindfold over her eyes. Then he took the chair next to her and took her smaller hand in his.

After a few minutes, of them sitting there quietly and her blood zinging through her veins, she heard noises. The crisp sound of satin skirts, the quiet thud of heels against the floor, the movement of men’s jackets and the sliding and movement of chairs. The gentle sounds of cutlery, plates and cups, being adjusted and moved on the table before them. In the distance, or perhaps it sounded that way because she could not see, she heard whispers, the names of drinks being spoken. Was it the same young man who had brought them to this room? She could not tell.

She felt a presence near her right shoulder and then heard a hushed voice speaking over her head to Will. Then she heard Will placing their order. Ordering for her as he often did. Careful about her preferences but making the choices all the same, all the while, his hand holding hers gently; his fingers tracing circles around the very sensitive skin of her wrist. She should have felt more self-conscious, more fear she thought in a distance corner of her mind, but instead she felt peaceful and secure in Will’s presence. He said he had planned the evening and she believed him. He never failed her. He never left her to fend for herself. He never canceled at the last minute, disrespected her. He loved her and cherished her and showed her every chance he got. She relaxed in her chair and listened to the small noises around her, people whispering to each other. She knew there were women and men in the room, as she could hear the various voiced, quiet though they were.

Soon servers entered the room and she heard the noises of plates being set down, water being poured, and bread being offered. No one spoke to her and yet she could feel the movement around, that she too now had a plate in front of her, a glass full, and a roll on her right.

She reached out for her fork; only to have Will stop her hand gently with his.
“Now we do not want you to mess your dress now do we Anna?” he asked gently, the way one might ask a child.

She shook her head and set her hand down, back in her lap.

“Well then, I shall just have to look after you, because we cannot have you hungry either. That will not do.”

Slowly he reached forward, took some risotto on to the spoon and brought it to her lips. Then naturally, as if this happened everyday, she opened her mouth and Will slipped the spoon inside. Anna closed her lips gently and Will removed the spoon. She could not see, but Will smiled. Anna looked so sweet as she allowed herself to be fed, as if she were a young girl.

The pattern continued until her meal was gone. Slowly and smoothly Will had eaten his meal and fed Anna. Around them various conversations were in full swing and yet, no one spoke to them. It was as if they were alone, but surrounded. An island surrounded by water but untouched.

Quickly a waiter stepped forward to remove their dished. Will had forgone the salad course and a more complicated meal, to allow for the evening events. Tomorrow they would have a proper meal, tonight was not so much about the food. It was about indulging Anna.

After the waiter had cleared their place, Will signaled the waiters and they also quickly and quietly removed the candleholders closest to Will and Anna and moved the centerpiece. All that was before him now was a wonder white tablecloth and a blood red table runner. Anna would look stunning he decided.

Easing his chair back, he stood and eased her chair back; taking her hand he helped her stand and then turned her gently into him and kissed her sweetly. She looked so sweet, so shy and so sexy all at once. He could tell she was wondering what was going on, her senses very in tune with what was happening in the room.

He backed her gently against the edge of the table and retook his seat, moving the chair closer. Then with his hands on her slim waist, he lifted her and set her down on the edge of the table and then eased her back.

The table was higher than most, a plus in this case. Her legs dangled slightly. Smiling he ran his hand under her skirt to touch and stroke her upper thigh, where the stockings stopped. Her creamy soft skin was very warm to his touch.

“ Did you remember my instructions, Anna? Did you take off your panties as I asked, before we left,” he asked quietly, almost in a whisper.

She nodded.

“Good girl, Anna. Now lean back on the table, resting on your elbows.”

As she settled herself back, he reached down, taking her left ankle in his hand and bent her knees, resting her foot on the arm of the chair. Then he turned to the right slightly and repeated the process. She was on the table now, her skirt riding up, her body arching slightly, at the angle of her legs and elbows. The position hid most of her from the men and women seated around the table. Will wanted to ease Anna into the fun.

Moving smoothly, he ran his right hand from her ankle, along the silkiness of her stocking, over the lace and then along her creamy thigh, to her pussy. Which was warm and moist. There could be no mistake; Anna was enjoying this fantasy come to life.

Once Will had Anna exposed to his satisfaction, her skirt up and just resting on her opened knees, like a tent, he began to inch it backwards, letting the smooth material caress her bear skin, revealing inch after luscious inch of creamy thigh and then her pink, bare and glistening pussy.

“Will, “ whispered Anna, a slight tremor in her voice, “what are you doing?”

“Preparing to have desert.” Was his quiet reply.

Without another word, he ran his hands, in unison, from her knees to the delicate area, where Anna’s thighs and pelvis merged. Will wanted to dive in and gorge himself on the feast before him, but since he was indulging Anna, he forced himself to wait, to take matters slowly.

He let his fingers play along her skin, drawing lines and circles, casually as if he had all night. Every so often he would let his fingers drift closer to her clit or to her moist pussy, but always he was just far enough away to tease and taunt her. His caresses hinted at what she could have.

Recently they had begun to play a bit of a game. They would tease on another. Seeing who could make the other ask first. Will was planning to make Anna beg tonight.
After a bit Anna grew restless. She began to move every so slightly into the caresses, shifting her bottom or raising her hips.

“Anna, you must be still.” Will whispered and all but stopped his caresses.

She must have figured it out because she immediately stopped moving. The only movement Will could discern was that of her breathing, which had swallowed and was coming in faster bursts. She was gasping now and her body was tense with her efforts to keep still and thus continue his teasing and soft caresses.

Then quietly he heard her utter the magic words, “Will please.”

“Please what Anna?”

“Please touch me,” she murmured, barely audible.

“Anna, I am touching you.”

“Will please touch me, really touch me.” She murmured shifting and fidgeting again.
Will stilled one hand on her inner thigh, just below her lacy stocking and let the other hand rest upon her lower belly, just above her pussy.

He considered her for a moment. Damn she was beautiful

“Will please, no more teasing touch me, make me cum, as only you can.”

Will’s smile broaden. While she had whispered her request, everyone in the room had heard her and had shifted their attention to them.

“Are you sure that is what you want Anna?”

“Hmmmm. Yes. Please.”

With that Will lowered his hand from her belly and let his fingers dance over her clit. Teasing soft strokes, followed by firmer more focused strokes, then again with the teasing soft strokes.

She was making a serious of very pleasant and very cute noises. Anna was loud in her pleasure. She relished the journey to ecstasy almost the same way one savors the finest chocolate. She never rushed and she knew how to make it last. Will loved this about her. It was hot to watch her climb and peak and then soar.

Slowly he eased his hand down her thigh and to her pussy. Which was no longer moist, but wet and ready now. Easing a finger inside her, he continued his dance around her clit.

He could feel her about to come now. He knew the patterns and he was very much in tune to her body tonight. Easing back, he slowed the tempo of his fingers and eased his chair back a bit.

“I think my desert is all ready for me. What do you think Anna?” he whispered against her thigh.

He felt her shudder slightly and then whisper, “yes.”

Without delay, he took her clit between his lips and suckled slightly and then let his tongue resume the dance his fingers had abounded earlier. Anna was moving her hip slightly in tempo with his tongue and she was making delish little moans and sighs; providing the music for their dance.

Will for a moment lost track of time and simply indulged with Anna, the taste of her passion. After he had sated his desire with her for the moment, regaining a bit of control, he eased a finger once again into her, relishing her warmth and the tightness of her pussy. She was on the brink and he wanted to push her over.

Pausing the dance of his tongue he eased up and said to her, “Anna, do you want to come, sweetheart. Tell me tell me what you want.”

She fussed a bit as he stopped and then, whispered, “I want to come Will, please. It feels so good and I want to come.”

“Even now, in front of others, on the dinning table, you want to come?”
“Even now. Will please.”

Her hips were moving and she was restless in her passion.

Returning his fingers to her clit he rubbed and then at the same moment his tongue began to dance around Anna’s clit, his finger surged inside of her. As she gasped, he added a second finger and relentless began to dance and stroke them inside her as his tongue sought to drive her wild.

She was moving in time to his movements and then abruptly she screamed, literally screamed his name and came and did so hard; only to get a second wind and come again.
Will not one to stop while he was ahead, kept up his attention and upped the tempo slightly and his efforts were rewarded with Anna, moaning and moaning again and then he felt the tremors take her, radiating from her pussy and through her entire body.
Then she slumped a bit, melting into the table.

Will slide his chair back and stood, taking Anna into his arms, lifting her from the table and walking to the far edge of the room, settling them onto the small love seat. Anna curled her body into him and Will leaned in and kissed her sweetly on the forehead and then gently on the lips. She snuggled closer still.

Will held her on his lap and stroked her hair. Her back and then he noticed the coupled filing out of the room, two by two.

Once the room was empty, Will leaned Anna back and removed the blindfold. Putting it back into his suit jacket pocket. Anna opened her eyes slowly, dark eyes even darker with spent passion and wonder.

Smiling he kissed her passionately and then slowly gentled the kiss, eased back, drew her head back against his chest and whispered, “Anna, I love you.”

Raising her head, she smiled and whispered, “I love you, Will. Now lets go back to the hotel and do that again.”

A Hike Might be Nice

2009-12-19T10:06:00.000-08:00

Fair warning, my French is very rusty. Feedback gladly accepted.

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Meg huffed her way up the path, in front of them. This was not exactly what she had had in mind when Andi had asked her about going on a hiking trip this weekend. The same Andi, who two years ago had flirted shamelessly with her in Zurich and then disappeared with the pretty blond Russian tennis player.

When Andi had shown up at her office, on loan for the upcoming World Cup ski torment, which was to take place in Salt Lake City during the holidays, she had been both irked and excited. As the marketing director, she needed his connections and his experience with high profile European athletes. What she did not need was his high class European attitude. Andi ran hot and cold she decided, thinking the things she had heard about Frenchman, or she mused French speaking men, Andi was after all Swiss, were all true.

So here she was, on a hiking trip, which he had asked her on, thinking he meant for them to be alone, when in reality, she was hiking with he and his best buddy, Jean-Luc. All morning as they hiked up the mountain, hell bent for leather, to reach the lake by lunch time, they, the bosom buddies were happily chatting away in French. Sonofabitch.

As she walked about 500 feet ahead, she heard bits and pieces of their conversation. Little did they know she could grasp the jist of the conversation, having eight years and one love affair’s worth of French under her belt. Fucking stock reports were just as boring in French as English. Sonsofbitches.

Meg admitted ruefully that the scenery was beautiful. Might as well enjoy it, she thought, as she slowed her pace, fished in her pack for her Ipod and turned on her music. Jogging a tad to put more distance between them, Meg set off up the mountain, it would be an easy hike to the campsite and she knew the trail well, let Andi and Luc chat away.

After an hour or so, Meg neared the mountain top lake, where they had planned to set up camp and eat lunch. The lake was beautiful, filling the meadow on the tip of the slight plateau. She vaguely heard the guys trudging up the hill behind her. She sat her pack down on the path and plopped down on the large rock just off the path. She waited until the guys emerged from the trees and walked to join her.
Andi nodded to her.

“Let’s set up over there.” He stated firmly, pointing to a cluster of evergreens on the north side of the lake.

Meg nodded, not removing her ear bugs and hoisted her pack back over her shoulders and this time followed behind the guys.

She had to admit, as they pitched the tents and set up camp, that Luc knew what he was doing when it came to camping. He also had a great ass for an accountant. Andi had said he worked for a bank in Zurich. Meg decided he must count things by day and bust ass at night. His biceps were nothing to sneeze at either. He made the reasonable athletic Andi, look slight pudgy.

Good Meg thought, she could ogle and they could talk shop. Not a bad deal actually. Beat cleaning her apartment and dodging her mother’s weekly phone calls, trying to set her up with divorced plastic surgeons or plumbers from the union office.

Andi and Luc set off to collect stones and firewood; telling her to stay near the camp. Meg yelled after them, up the path, that she was going to wade out into the lake and sunbathe on the large rock a few feet from the shore.

Andi nodded as he hustled to keep up with Luc, who was inexplicable still talking about the EU’s grain import policy and the prices of wheat on the futures market.
Meg rummaged in her pack for her book, trail mix, and beach towel. At least the sun was shining and she figured the guys would be gone for awhile.

Scaling the side of the rock, which had to be about 6 feet high and about 9 feet wide, Meg reached the top and decided to face east. Spreading out her blanket she sat down, took off her boots and socks, slipped her shorts over her slim hips and then took off her jacket and long sleeved tee. She had worn her athletic bikini under her hiking gear, hoping it would warm up enough to sunbath. The sun up in the mountains was still warm enough for some late summer sunning, even if it was early September.

Lying on her tummy, she began to read the erotic romance she had grabbed off her to be read pile. Just her luck, in the woods with two hot men and they discussed wheat and she read smut. God was so laughing her ass off.

Glancing at her watch as she set the book aside, she estimated the guys had been gone for about an hour. Whew, that was one hot book Meg thought and the sun always, well got her worked up.

Sitting up she glanced around and turned off her iPod. Maybe she would time to take care of business before the guys got back. It was quiet, no one was around and the sun was deliciously warm as was her pussy. Damn it had been too long and she had mistakenly thought Andi had finally taken the hint and would be up for scratching the itch. Instead he shows up with a chaperone. A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.

Feeling like the coast was clear, she eased her bikini bottoms down over her thighs, and letting then slide over her knees to pool around her ankles. MMM, the rock was cool even thru her beach towel, but the sun was warm. Thinking about taking off her top, to let the sun kiss her nipples, she decided against it and ran her hand down her tummy to her warm and thanks to the story, wet pussy. She did not have all day and really there was no real reason to drag this out.

Her fingers followed the curve of her belly to the edge of her landing strip, to her clit. Meg closed her eyes and touched softly at first. Spreading the moisture around and teasing herself a bit. She thought about the vampire story she had been reading and then pictured Luc’s head between her spread thighs. Goodness that would be hot. Luc eating her pussy while Andi watched. Or Andi fucking her tits, while Luc ate her pussy now that would be even hotter she thought, as she increased the pressure of her fingers on her clit. Yeah, that was the ticket. Lost in her thoughts and sinking deeper into her arousal, she did not hear the guys as they walked up the path on the opposite side of the lake. She had assumed they would come back the way they had gone.

Feeling bolder and more aroused she took a deep breath and slipped a finger inside, while continuing to massage her clit, Meg let her mind drift. So much so she did not hear Andi when called to her.

Luc and Andi, set up a fire ring with the rocks they had gathered and arranged the wood. Andi saw Meg’s note and motioned toward the rock, “Luc, she is over there, sunning herself. Let’s join her while we eat.”

Andi fished sandwiches from his pack and threw one at Luc. As they walked toward the large rock, Andi motioned to towards the woods, saying “I will be right there.”
Luc walked to the base of the rock, thru the shallow water and proceeded to climb up to the top and as he crested the far edge he heard Andi coming up behind him and up the other side of the rock. Luc pulled himself up resting on his elbows, just as Andi began his ascent, Luc saw the most amazing thing.

“Mon Dieu, cela baise chaud.” Luc stage whispered.

Andi reached the top of the rock from the opposite side, looked at Luc’s face across the rock and then glanced towards Meg. Fuck that was fucking hot. Meg looked like she was asleep, her face facing him, her eyes closed and her mouth open slightly, her hands between her naked and very shapely thighs as she pleasured herself. Fuck. Baise.

Luc and Andi’s eyes held a moment and then they both let out a breath and said again, “Mon Dieu, cela baise chaud.”

Meg had been close when Luc had stumbled upon her. Damn, when did they get so sneaky or had she been so lost, she had not heard them. When she heard Andi’s curse she knew she had been found out for sure. Not one to waste the play time, Meg made a split second decision to carry on and carry on but good. Why not have a little fun?
“Je sais, le besoin pour regarder encore ?” she answered, giving away the fact that she could in fact not only understand them, but answer back.

Satisfied that she seriously had their attention, she eased her fingers from her pussy and brought them to her lips, licking her fingers and humming her approval.
“Baiser oui.” They both exclaimed as Meg slide her hand back to her wet pussy and began to fuck her fingers in and out, increasing the pressure on her clit at the same time. They were right, this was fucking hot. Being outside mostly naked in the sun had been hot, being outside, nearly naked in the sun with an audience was hotter, in fact it was fucking hot.

Almost there Meg took a deep breath, when she heard Andi mutter, “Je veux un gout.”
Forgetting the game and being consumed by the desire to have him taste, she answered, “So come over here and taste.”

Her brown eyes met his sparkling green ones, as if the challenge him to say no.
Luc looked astonished and said fiercely, “Baiser oui.”

Before Meg could draw a breath, Andi was between her thighs and his fingers replaced her own and he fucked in and out, as his mouth set about torturing her clit. Her head thrashed from side to side and she felt her pussy tightening further, more with each stroke of his finger. He increased the pressure of his tongue and suddenly the sun faded to a pinhead of light, she squeezed her eyes shut and as she came she shouted, “Baiser oui. Fuck, Andi that is good.” As she came and then came once again.
Dazzled by the intensity of her orgasm and the delight of being so deliciously naughty, she barely noticed Andi shifting back and to the left and did not register that Luc had moved closer, until she heard him whisper, my turn.

“Baiser oui.” Meg thought, this might not be such a bad weekend after all.

Oh the things you can see, when up in a tree

2009-12-19T10:03:00.000-08:00

This story is my most recent...

Wrong Place, Right Time

Fuck.

Fuck, the bullet that went clean through his thigh. Fuck, his brother in law and his fat ass friends, who thought this was a swell way to spend a weekend. Fuck, his sister for encouraging her dumbassed husband to invite him out on this stupid camping trip. Fuck whichever President thought it was a good idea to play war games in a third world cesspool, even the fucking Russians had had enough shit for brains to pull out of. Fuck, he was back at square fucking one.

What kind of fucking sonsofbitches invite a Marine sharp shooter on their camping/paintball hunting survival expedition?

So that is how he ended up, half way up a large assed fucking tree, near a lake, in the mountains in the early fall, with cheap assed binoculars and a paintball rifle and a hit list. Picking these lard asses off was easy. They trudged like elephants. Damn, you could hear them miles away.

Bif, well Barry but Bif sounded dumber; his brother in law was a card carrying dumbass. He and his poker buddies, had decided it would be fun to play war games in the woods and they were down a man, so Bif asked him along. Normally they had teams or some shit, but this weekend, it was a Darwin type survival of the fittest fat guy fantasy. So each man had to camp on his own and whoever was the last man standing was the winner. Friday night they had an hour to hike apart and then let the games begin. Friday at one hour and 10 minutes in, he had shot three. Dead. Well splattered with paint dead. That left three, including him. Then they could be done.

He had slept in a cave. Then at first light, he made a perimeter; about a mile in either direction and then about a half mile off the path, not a great perimeter, but good enough to trap these goons. Finding this tree had been a boon. It had a great place to hide and he was up high enough to see the paths clearly. Some cleverly placed sticks, near the tree and he was set. As the sun rose, he napped.

Glancing at his watch, he waited. He bet the drunken fools were sleeping it off. Good, made them fat and slower. The soon he wacked them, the sooner they could head home.

Passing in and out of sleep from sunrise until about ten in the morning, dreaming or unconsciously wandering to memories of nights spent in Kosovo, with Slavic chicks and good vodka, to the nightmare in Afghanistan, and his nice soft bed at his sisters.

Finally he came back, full alert, snapping back to reality when he heard a twig snap to the east. The steps were lighter than he would have imagined. Then he heard humming, which of the fatsos hummed he wondered. Raising the binoculars, and scanning the area left to right, he noticed a red backpack well to the east, but the sounds were closer than that the pack, which was visible just over the ridge. Holding the binoculars with one hand and raising the gun with the other, he waited and listened. Steps were closing in on him. The humming sounded like it was right next to the tree. Weird.

Then in the blink of an eye, he saw her, black pack and long shapely legs, blurring past his tree and towards the lake. Great they had company. Fuck. This made it more complicated. Normal people in the midst of middle aged fatso fucking stupid games. Fuck this shit, he should have walked back to his sisters, told her, her husband had shit for brains but no, he had climbed a fucking tree and thought about hot Slavic pussy, bullet ridden mud shacks and how fucking stupid he was to have agreed to play this stupid game.

Now there was a woman loose in the woods, with paint gun toting fatso drunk engineers and accountants. He bet they’d shot her. Sonsofbitches. He thought about radioing in and giving up his position, Paul, the dipshit had said breaking radio silence would be like getting shot, you were out. Where was the downside he wondered?

Then there was a thudding, right under his tree, looking down he saw two men, walking in unison. Fit guys, walking in unison and chattering away like hens. In French, no less, what was the fucking world coming to, he wondered, raising the binoculars and sighting the woman again. She was perched on a rock, in the small clearing at the south end of the lake. She looked pissed he decided. She must be with the henning French guys, he surmised. Then they entered the clearing, spoke to the woman and the three walked a few passes further into the clearing, one of the men pointed to some trees, the other two nodded and then walked on in the direction of the trees.

As the sun had shifted and he hoped to stop the fatso before they stampeded like elephants into these folks camps, he leapt from the tree and went in search of a better position, to keep an eye on the French crowd and the fatsos.

Walking thru the woods, around the lake, to a tree roughly in between the two paths which lead to the lake, he climbed up and wedged himself into position, his traps, would still work and his sight line was better. Digging in the pocket of his field pants, which Paul had commented on when they all got out of the van, “Dude, nice pants” the fucker had said.

“Where’d you get those,” Paul slurred, clearly having enjoyed a beer or two on the ride up mountain.

“Uncle Sam.” He had responded.

“Yeah, I love them surplus store also man. Cool stuff there.” Paul slurred again.

He had just walked away. Surplus his ass. Paul’s tax dollars at work, Uncle Sam dressed them the best, all the better to get shot in. Fucking drunken fatso.

Raising the binoculars, he watched as the threesome, pitched their tents, and arranged the campsite. The men waved in the direction of the far side of the lake and the woman stayed behind, rummaging in her pack and taking off her jacket. When she entered one of the tents, he looked around, scanning his perimeter and waiting.

When he trained the binoculars on the woman again, he saw she was on the move, with a smaller pack. She skirted the lake, heading towards the big rock, near the edge of the lake. She splashed carelessly in the shallow water, scaled the rock better than some of the punkasses in his platoon and squatted down on top of the rock, pulled a blanket out of her pack, turned slowly, settled on a spot and spread the blanket.

Then she pulled out a book, looked at the sun once again, pulled her shirt over her head and dropped trou. Fucking A, what had he done to deserve this? She had an ass like a million bucks. He zeroed in the binoculars on her glorious ass and reminded himself not to drool. The bikini bottoms where no thong, but the fabric cupped her ass like a man’s hands. Then she stretched and drew the t-shirt over her head, to reveal one of those sporty bikini tops. Not the hottest thing in the world, but damn she had decent tits and this bit of fabric beat a t-shirt.

After her stretch, she settled down on the blanket on her tummy and from his angle in the tree that meant he had an ass eye view. Hot damn, chasing drunken punkasses around the woods, just took a turn. Ogling hot ass, while chasing fucking desk jockey punks around the forest was not half bad, because that woman; she had a great ass.

Taking a glance around, he settled into the tree limbs to stare at the ass in view and listen with one ear, for the sounds of stomping punks. This was better than road runner cartoons. In Afghan land, he had only seen walking chair covers and curtains and since coming home to rehab, he had seen his very butch therapist and his sister and her do-gooding friends. No skin to be had, no liquor and no skin, most of his mates called it hell and it had nothing to do with the heat and his home confinement with his sister and her dumbass husband was getting close, only there was beer, he reminded himself as he focused the binoculars, closer to the curve of the woman’s righteous assets.

This ritual of ogling and scanning went on for a good bit, not that he was counting the minutes. The longer he ogled he swore he felt almost every flex of her glut or shift of her legs in his balls. Damn, what it must feel like to fuck her, those sexy thighs tightening around a man’s, no correction, his waist. Her moaning and flexing with every hard thrust of his cock and sighing with every retreat, eyes begging, fuck me those eyes would beg as he took her over and over. His solider stood at attention, when he thought about fucking that ass. Reluctantly he scanned the area and zeroed in on a spot a ways away - - there was movement. He could not make out what it was, but kept his eyes on it, tracking it as it fluttered through the forest.

Ass or no ass, he kept his eye on the flutter in the forest. He was not getting picked off by a drunken fatso wannabe commando. It was bad enough the Afghan kid had caught him off guard in the marketplace, landing him in this forest with the wannabes, and yeah, he thought, eye trained on the flutter, one hot piece of ass.

Watching the flutter, he felt the hairs on the back of his neck start to prickle, he turned towards the feeling and relaxed quickly, it was the two men, walking back. A quick glance to confirm and he returned to the flutter, which was moving slower now, as if sensing there were more humans in the direction it had been heading. Eyes keen on the movement; he was relieved when in a slight clearing he confirmed it was a deer, running now in another direction, away from the people. Her senses being better than the fatsos, he was sure.

Scanning his perimeter and looking way off to the horizon, he scanned and scanned, hoping they would be in sight, so he could take aim and whack them. Game over. Go home and in a nice hot shower he could jack off, thinking about that luscious bit of ass. Seemed like as good a plan as any.

Training the binoculars back on the rock, he noticed she had flipped, and holy mother, she had lost the bikini bottoms. Damn, how had he missed that? Now he had a bird’s eye view of her pussy. She was on her back, legs spread, hand between her legs, fingers strumming her pussy. Moving his gaze up her body, he looked at her face, her eyes seemed closed and her mouth was parted. Moving down her body again, he noticed her breathing and with each breath her tits moved in a very enticing way.

Training his eye back on her fingers he could almost feel it, the warm wet pussy, under his finger tips. It looked like she kept the hair trimmed neat and she clearly knew what she was doing, she was gyrating her hips against her fingers, causing her thighs to jiggle, but in a fucking hot way, just enough to give a hint at her softness. Her ass had been hot, but this, watching her play with her pussy, was almost enough to have him out of the tree and up on the rock, in a blink of an eye.

Jesus H Christ that was hot; a naked girl, on a rock, in the forest, getting herself off.

Reluctantly he scanned the perimeter. Half tempted to radio in, so he could end this game and go off into the words and jerk off, it seemed to be the thing to do and damn she had him hotter than the fucking desert he was due to return to in a few weeks. Note to self: find a woman and get laid, soon.

Taking his time to scan the area, once sufficiently satisfied he was not a target of rogue accountants and engineers, he flipped his gaze back to little Miss-I-am-getting-off. In the blink of an eye, he noticed the two men, heading towards the rock. Oh damn, this was going the end the little show and by the looks of it, it was almost over anyway, she was rocking her hips and there was a tension in her body, which had to mean she was close. Man, right about now, he was willing to give his left nut, for a closer view and a taste. To have his face buried between those thighs. Hell she could keep touching and he would feast, at this point, he was not picky.

Dragging his gaze from her pussy and busy finger tips, he noticed the guys scaling the rock. Fuck. They were going to ruin the view. The fitter, blond made it to the crest of the rock first. And he froze like a doe in the cross hairs. Stock still, but from this angle he could not see the other man’s face.

She heard and sat up, slightly, but kept her hand where it was. Oh, this was getting interesting. Just as she sat up, the other guy pushed himself and over the edge of the rock, Oh shit, was the look on his face.

Moving the binoculars up slightly, getting a view of her face, he could see the defiant look on her face. She was speaking to the brown haired one, inclining her head in that direction. He watched, wondering if those pusses were telling her to stop. Idiots, they should sit back, shut the fuck up and watch the show. In some parts of the world a show like this cost you some serious cash. He would know, he had gladly forked over the cash for the privilege.

Glancing around the forest, he returning his view to the rock and holy fucking shit, in the time he had looked around his perimeter, the dark haired guy had dove between the chick’s thighs and was eating like it was his last meal. Fuck, he wished he could get in line. This guy seemed to know what he was about, cuz the chick was thrashing about and he swore he could hear her moans, drifting on the wind. That or his imagination was taking over. Adjusting the binoculars for a closer view, he closed his eyes and imaged the taste. She must taste good, earthy and sweet.

Her body stiffened and he could see her toes curling, just as the other guy, must have said something, then she came and from the looks of it she came hard. Then maybe again.

The man shifted back on his heels, with what he imaged had to be a shit eating, no in this case pussy eating grin. Then the blond one must have said something and she leaned up replied and eased herself back on her elbows.

Thinking the scene was over; he glanced at his perimeter and noticed something far off in the distance. Watching for a few moments, he returned his gaze to the rock. Holy Shit! The blond one was buried between her thighs. Eating, but with less gusto. He would pause and raise his head. WTF? Eat man, go for it. This chick lived to be devoured it would appear, so eat.

Fuck, this was better than porn. She was taking them both on, on a rock, at damn near high noon, in the forest.

The blond one seemed content on enjoying his treat and she seemed to relax and let him take it slow. The darker one said something, she chuckled or so he assumed, since her body rippled, and it must have been something the blond one liked, cuz he shifted slighted and her body rippled again and she was thrashing around and her thighs tighten and flexed and then her body tensed and this time he swore he could hear her screaming. Bet he found her g-spot. Fuck, go for it blondie, do that again, he thought.

Then out of the corner of his eye, he saw movement, pivoted, sighted the wayward accountants. About a klick away, each about 750 yards apart, he guessed. That gave him some time. Shit, maybe they would shot each other and save him the trouble, but somehow he doubted he would get so lucky.

Fixing his gaze on rock, he noticed, the guys were sitting around the woman, who sadly was mostly hidden from view. She sat up, looked for her bottoms.

Stand up honey, let’s see that ass one more time he willed. Amazingly she did, and as she shimmed into the bikini bottoms, he let his gaze linger on her ass one last time. She giggle or laughed and playfully tugged on the blond’s hair, then sat down between them and accepted a bit of whatever they had brought with them.

Damn, that had been hot.

Just then, he heard a twig snap, then another, sighted the two remaining punkass wanna be commandos, aimed his paint ball gun and pop, pop, then further to the left, pop, pop. Hitting them both square in the chest. The game was over.

Jumping out of the tree, he grinned at them. Randy as hell and glad this shit was over, he was going to double time it back to camp, collect his winnings, naturally these assholes had bet they could take him down, punkasses and he was heading into town and find him a willing woman. It had been too long and damn, he was up for some good American pussy and a pair of tits and after he ate, unlike those two French pusses, he knew what to do, all night long. Fuck!

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