Walking the Walk Part II
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Posted:Jun 1, 2017 7:22 pm
Last Updated:Oct 2, 2020 3:31 am
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Gina made her way out of the bathroom. She felt naked as self-doubt and an extreme sense of being self-consciousness washed over her like the world must seem like to a newborn . The leather skirt felt like it was up past her waist. She fidgeted and tried to wiggle it down as far as she could. In her insanely high heels it felt like she was a giant and giving everyone an unwelcome peek to her bare body. that thought reminded her just how short her skirt was and she once again mindlessly tugged at the hemline begging it to expand and be longer.So many thoughts and fears fired off like a bundle of Chinese firecrackers. Her mind didn't have time to comprehend let alone linger and process anything outside fear, shame, and trepidation with each step. The sound of her heels seemed so much louder to her than they actually were. She heard booming thunder shattering marble with each step, instead of the distinctive click clack of each toe to heel contact of the step. Every self-perceived flaw she had felt as if, was visible from space, or at the very least, from across the mall. She could feel the bounce of her breasts. That sensation gave root to a new fear about her breasts just popping out of her corset. Gawd she wished she had shaved her legs this morning. Her mind was racing about all the horrible things that were definitely going to happen because that was just how lucky she felt the day was going.
Be Strong. Walk your path to find your way.
Stepping out of the corridor and back into the mall Gina was met with the orchestra of sounds and smells. Every nerve ending in her body was alert as fight or flight trickled down her spine. The robust smell of fresh baked pretzels that usually inspired warmth and comforting indulgence, was now nauseating. Pretzel were meant to be shared. Shared meant people. People meant judgement. Judgement meant guilt. All these triggers made every sound, every smell, every reaction become amplified in her awareness of the world around her. She could feel that evil put in her stomach grow. She felt as if she was going to have to throw up in one of the trash bins that were sprinkled along the concourse. Subconsciously Gina again pulled at the hem of her tiny skirt knowing there was no give, but still trying to preserve any modesty she still possessed. Dear God she can’t be seen like this. What will everyone else think. She knew she would be able to hear and feel every vile and lewd thought from each and every passerby she would encounter. She dreaded the sexualized schizophrenia that laid ahead. The objectification, the shame, the judgment, the condemnation lurched with the eyes of everyone she would see from here on out. All the ills of Pandora’s box, now beset upon her. She felt trapped. She had to do what her Master had required but she felt she lacked the strength to complete the task. The three inch heels meant to inspire lust were now shackles slowing her escape. There were no long strides to hasten her escape. No she had to take smaller measured steps. She couldn't afford a stumble or to fall down and have a Basic Instinct moment with whoever was in front of her then. The stale air seemed to coil around her legs like a dangerous viper, slithering between her thighs as a dangerous reminder of how truly exposed she would be with one slight miscue. The afternoon sun that shone thru the atrium ceiling, felt like a spotlight, designed to prevent Gina from finding any refuge. Instead of feeling comfort in the beautiful day, the bright light made her take center stage for the duration of her journey.
She had a vision of seeing people do double takes as their side glances caught the spectacle that had emerged from the bathroom hallway. The faint click clack of her heels were barely audible over the din of mall. Yet to her, each step sounded like Hephaestus’s hammer striking and forging Zeus's lightning bolts. She half expected to see a ring leader holding up a megaphone, shouting “Come one, Come all. Come see the lady who became a .” The term of endearment that made her feel free and held no power over her, now felt like a home invaders knife slicing thru her soft exposed flesh.
Gina had to stop for a moment. She was teetering on the razor’s edge. She couldn’t let herself cry. Gina had to be strong but didn’t think she could be. Her head slumped forward. She could feel her pounding heart push the blood thru her into it throbbed in her ears and squeeze the back of her head. Her internal monologue went crazy with panic and self doubt. I can’t cry. I can’t cry. I can’t do this. I can’t do this. Why is he making me do this? Don’t cry. Please don’t let me cry. Her brain rambled struggling to find a voice. She could feel her chest fail to expand enough in the tight corset to take deep enough breaths. She tried to slow down her thoughts, her breathing, her heart rate. Gina tried to find anything to cling to. She thought of Him, he was always her rock in good times and bad. She pictured what His face might look like Would she find that familiar home that was His protecting and nourishing embrace. She couldn’t let Him down. She knew He would never lead her astray. If He thought she could do this, then she must be able to. She would do anything for that smile of His, and see the pride in his eyes. Keeping her eyes closed, she took several control breaths. Felt her heart rate slow as some level of calm returned. She was unsure of what lay ahead except knowing He would be waiting there for her. She swallowed hard as if she was taking medicine. Pulling her shoulders back and holding her head high, she started her trek the length of the mall.
Gina made sure not to look around, she didn’t want to see anyone else’s reaction. She continued on with the tiny steps of a few thousand. She tried to block out as much as she could but even in the fairly desolate mall, it was near impossible. Gina had only made it past one store in the long eternal line of many, when she had her first encounter. It was hard for Gina not to notice the two young ladies rubberneck as they walked by. Gina was assaulted by some celebrity fragrance that had apparently been applied with a garden hose rather than a few spritz. The girls obviously got their fashion queue from vapid reality television fandom. So much more style than substance, yet Gina felt the slashing sting of their morality looking down on her. The sneer if their unfiltered gossip her. Slut, skank, were words the girls volleyed back and forth as they continued to walk and looking down their overcaked noses.She knew she would be fodder for their gossip in between their seven status updates, twenty-six selfies and four hashtag replies. Suddenly, #slutshaming seemed to pop into Gina’s stream of thought. A shadow of looming dread seemed to hang over her. Gina could feel their judgement crawl over her skin like a hundred tiny spiders.
Gina tried to focus on just taking one step at a time, trying to drown out the rest of the world by listening to her breathing and the sound of her heels striking the floor. It felt like everyone was watching her and their stares scalded her skin. All she wanted to do was to retreat into her clothes like some kind of turtle finding protection in its shell. Step by tiny step she slowly made her way towards the other end of the mall. The other end of the mall she thought to herself. Somehow the short lil jaunt to the other side seemed like it was several miles away. Some patrons were lost to the world while fully immersed in the digital social world. She could feel the glances and stares run up and down her body like a thick coat of slime. She wasn't the sassy, caring, hard working professional business woman she was in the everyday world. Now she was a piece of meat, a discardable sex toy now. She no longer felt human and had to keep thinking of his smile to prevent from breaking out in tears. Her heartbeat was growing louder and faster within her ears. She couldn’t slow down her fear and anxiety as the corset seemed to slowly strangle her lungs ability to breathe enough air. She didn't want this, she wanted Hank. She wanted to security of his ownership of her, shield her from the rest of the world. She felt vulnerable, exposed, naked...helpless.
She watched a wife or girlfriend smack her man, because he rubbernecked an extra long look at the slut in the short skirt and corset. The suffocating potpourri of scents smacked Gina as she passed by the soap and lotion shop. There she couldn't help but see a balding heavy set man in late 40s early 50s stand there stunned with his mouth agape. He seemed to surprised by what he eyes saw, he didn't quite seem to know if he should be horrified or turned on. Guys of all shapes and sizes seemed to stare at her for various reasons. The women all seemed to have permanent sneer of disdain and disgust,.
The small steps continues to cause her most sensitive spot rub back and forth with every step. The melodic melody of her shortened steps made the friction she felt all that more delicious. Her body was responding in kind.. As she felt that familiar wetness set itself free. Her nipples took notice and puckered against her corset, grazing back and forth against the fabric with every movement. This can't be. She was so embarrassed so horrified and yet her body was beyond aroused. Dear God she wanted this to end right now. How on earth could she be so wet and aroused and completely mortified all at once. That's when she saw and heard the pack of barely 20 somethings on their hunt.
Gina continued walking trying to pretend not to notice them despite the quaking in her soul. clenching her fist prevented her hands from trembling. The pack stopped all activity and waited for its prey to wander into its killing field. The click clack of her heels seems have a Pavlovian effect on the dangerous creatures that laid in wait. Gina tried to choke down all those feelings and fears. Every step those feelings and fears regurgitated in the back of her mouth. 40 step took those feelings and fears back down to the growing pit in her stomach. click swallow click clack swallow.
Holding her head high she focused on her breathing so the tight confines of corset didn't cause her to start hyperventilating. Despite being so focused on her lungs trying to expand against the unforgiving corset, she could hear most of what the boisterous boys were saying. Words like MILF and cougar, seemed to hang in a semi stale air of the mall that was polluted with objectification and testosterone. Every step she had to try to ignore phrases such as at one of them bragging how he would quote unquote tap that ass. Gina had to endure the Alpha’s play by play of how he was enjoying watching them titties bounce and jiggle and how he knew just exactly what he would do, to really make them bounce. One of the omegas, desperately trying to fit in and prove his masculine prowess, chuckles and draws out the words ”ohhhhh Mommy”. The Alpha continued his tale, describing how “You know I’d bend that bitch over and pound her, making them titties bounce and sway for real until she screams my name. I’d fuck her like she’s never been before.”
Gina kept playing oblivious to their presence and tried to remain calm. Each step was another step closer to his smile and she wanted all this just be over. The shame, the objectification and the humiliation was just too great. Every word that shouldn't have mattered, shouldn’t have hurt. It was hard not to question what Hank was thinking by making her do this. She wished I was there holding her hand, protecting her. Click, clack of her heels kept trumpeting her march. She tried not to see the faces the Predators, as she approached them. She made sure she held her head high pretending not to notice them. Maybe if she could channel that aloof demeanor some models had on the fashion runway she could somehow make it through.Try as she might it was hard not to see all the Alpha and omega staring and their reactions with every step she became closer. Despite all the blustering and puffing of chests, several of them we're growing more and more visually aroused the closer she got. She knew even at that young adult stage all some of them needed was a stiff wedding for them to get hard. Yet seeing their reaction gave her a sudden rush of excitement in knowing that at least for today she was that stiff breeze. She did notice at one of them wasn't caught up in the frenzy of proving themselves to the others and seemed rather uncomfortable by it all.
As she approached the wall of testosterone and false bravado, the predators silenced themselves. Amongst the killing quiet, Gina could feel the heat of their stares and desire burning into her skin. Somehow, the once oppressive heat acclimated into a soothing warmth like a beach induced summer sun. Slowly the pack of omegas parted, allowing her to pass unscathed, as Gina simply continues to make her way to the other end of the mall. One of them muttered. “She's gotta be a pro.” Several faceless voices snickered as the uneasy omega questions “A pro?”
“A you noob” Was the brutal response to a naively innocent question. Gina had made it through the barricade and had brushed off the “pro” comment, The newly named noob’s voice was soft but was not meek. “C’mon guys stop that’s mean and she is far too pretty and seems to sweet to be one. Stooooop.” Maybe it was the fact he called her pretty and not sexy something gave her a small boost to shoot straight through her whole body. It gave her a renewed vigor and strength. Her shoulders pulled back while her head was held a little higher without any effort. With that, she tried to hide the smile shining inside her. She had made it thru the gauntlet. She could do this.
The pack of wolves laid several steps behind her when one of them howled “Look at that sweet ass I just want to bite it and spank it.” The rest of the pack rumbled invade like an immature maturing pack does. The lungs of the alpha puffs as he struts several step to the new forefront. “Hey baby, I got a stack in my pocket with your name on it, how much for the best few hours of your life.” The wolfpack rumbled with anticipation seeing if the brazen effort of their pack leader would be rewarded. The noobs protest of leaving her alone and just be nice were drowned out by the lust filled panting that were going off in all their heads. A feeding frenzy seemed to be on the verge of erupting.
Something in Gina boiled over. She stopped at her tracks and the pack was somewhat in disbelief. Some of the pack became nervous and wondered if the Predators just became the prey, while others suddenly allowed themselves the fantasy of a debaucherous reality. Gina slowly and deliberately pivoted on her toes and turned towards the pack, back towards the killing fields. The fierce nature of her walk made the click clack of her silver stilettos seem to boom like thunder with each step. The subtle furrow of her brow, was an barely seen clue to just how cunning this prey actually was. She stepped up to the alpha and slowly inspected him up and down. Even in her 3 inch heels she had to look up to him to look him in the eyes. something long hidden within her was blossoming like a spring flower in a new day sun.
Something within her took over. She took her finger and placed it just below her ear as if to highlight a starting point. Slowly her finger ran down her neck like a solitary raindrop. A subtle meandering as she tilted her head to expose her neck to her hunter. The whole world seemed to silence itself mesmerized in this moment where a finger became a raind drop and a raindrop began a sensual beautiful journey. Some of the omegas didn't realize how they were staring dumbstruck with their mouths open. The water droplet made its descent down her neck and then seems to hug the outline of the vest till it fell back onto her skin. At least two of the pack found themselves licking their lips in anticipation. The droplet seemed stuck at the top of the curve of her breast, like a snowball resting at the top of a hill not knowing which way it would roll. The corset had more than pushed up her ample breasts. Her fingertip seemed to teeter back and forth before slowly trailing towards her cleavage. She could feel their focus and desire. How their silence was broken in by the soft sounds of their labored breathing. Down went their gaze as they watched the water drop that was the tip of her finger slide around the curve of her breast and trickle into her cleavage. She leaned forward ever so slightly to offer an even better view. With that her finger slide between her breasts and into her corset. Slowly she pulled her finger back out only to ease it back in again. Back and forth she stroked her finger between her breasts. Their eyes and lungs seemed to work in time with her every movement. Eyes followed as they breathed in as the finger disappeared between her breasts and exhaled as it slid out. She could almost hear the fabric of their underwear and pants straining as their desire was close to erupting.
She was slightly surprised at the smokiness of her voice as she stated ”So you want some of this don't you.” She watched the alpha keep his cool as some of the omegas unknowingly nodded in agreement as they watched her delicate finger climb up the corset until her hands out her breasts. Her eyelids pulled back the curtains as she looked into the alpha’s eyes. the pheromones and wanton lust hung in the air like humidity. slowly and deliberately Gina started to inspect the pack. “Oh honey not even in your wildest kinkiest of Dreams should you ever ever handle all of this no amount of money would ever change that.
She looked at one of the Omega and handed him her bag. “Here hold this.” Without a thought, he complied. Gina put her hands behind her back like a boot camp drill instructor sizing up the fresh meat. This austere posture only accentuated her delicious curves. Every little tiny step sent ripples upper body causing her breasts bounce and tremor. One by one she went down the line and looked over each wolf pack member. One by one each would fall short as she simply shook her head no. Surprisingly the pack had remained silent throughout the inspection process. some were visually aroused others just seemed to be hoping to star in their own millennial version of Penthouse Letters.
“ All you Young Bucks, so much potential yet so not ready “ The click clack click of her heels seem to ricochet from the tile floor to the atrium's glass ceiling. Gina stop suddenly in front of the noob. “ Well hello cutie” She slowly squared up to him. “We might have something here.” She looked him over. He was slightly above average in looks and on the surface looked like most early twenty-somethings would look. She stepped even closer, and the three inch heels made it so she could look him directly in the eye. She took a moment to look into the swirling orbs of green and blue. He was fidgeting and very much uncomfortable with her being so close and looking into his soul like that. He averted her gaze and blushed. A crooked smile somehow appeared on Gina’s face. “Aren’t you just the heartbreaker waiting to happen.”
The sweet noob was unsure how to reply and stuttered out a “Nn-nno ma’a….” He wasn’t even sure how to address her. He was uncertain if ma’am was too formal, not formal enough or somehow upset her because in somehow, someway it would imply he thought she was old. Gina was delighting in seeing how she could toy with him. Gina cocked her head to try and capture his sight again as he bowed his head in an adorable schoolyard kind of way. She smiled and his gaze followed her as her body straightened back up. Leaning in close to whisper in his ear she could feel the electricity course through him. Desire and need surging like a rolling thundercloud. “You are just the sweetest, don’t ever change sugar.” Stepping back she gave him a playful wink. She watched as the husk of him stood there almost dumbfounded as his insides crumbled like dry sand thru one’s fingers. She shuffled over to the one holding her bag and plucked it from his hands. “Thanks.” was all she said as she walked away. She was only about eight feet away when one of them turned to the sweet noob, “Holy fucking shit dude what did she say to you.” The noob tried to play it cool. “Well as they say a gentleman never kisses and tells.” Gina beamed with excitement. No doubt quite a few of them would be fantasizing about her later, and Gina found that there was something arousing about that. The sun shining thru the atrium suddenly felt warm and nurturing and no longer the spotlight she was trapped in.
Her head was held high as she no longer cared what others thought. She was riding a delicious wave of confidence and power. She always knew she could entice men with her breasts and curves, but this was something more. This wasn’t just getting free drinks at the bar when she was younger or even about getting someone’s attention. This, this was more. It was not just getting their attention but making them fixate upon her in a way words rarely could. Her body was already aroused and now her mind was engaged to. She was glad she wasn’t wearing panties she wanted him, she wanted to see Him smile, she wanted His eyes locked onto hers. She needed Him deep within her. The thoughts of Him and the rush of feeling beyond sexy made the rest of the walk pass by in the blink of an eye. She had reached the last store. The big box store where her final task laid ahead.
Stop at the perfume counter. Pick out a new perfume you have never worn before but that you like. Use the $100 bill to pay for it. When you get outside put the perfume on and cover up your scent.
The sound of the silver stilettos hitting the floor rippled thru the din of the department store. The bright white lighting made her feel like she was in a spotlight. Walking her way to the heart of the store she could sense the few other shoppers walking around the store. Almost all the customers were soccer moms or older ladies there for various reasons. She could taste their judgment on the back of her tongue with every inhale that slide down her throat. It was like every glance, every double take look, every sneer and look of disgust that was meant to tear her down, made her feel full of power and might, They could no longer make her feel less, only she had the power to control what she felt. She almost welcomed the sneers and double takes. Women feeling superior, not knowing she had something they had never truly experienced. Let them think what they think, I don’t need them or to be liked by them. She had Him, and that’s all she ever needed.
Gina stepped up to the perfume counter and put her bag of her vanilla clothes down. The girl behind the counter gave a side glance, a disapproving snort went back to her texting on her phone.Gina
“Excuse me. I would like to try this one please.” Gina was pointing at the all black box with the blood red gothic lettering.
The perfume girl thrust up her index finger, symbolizing that Gina needed to wait a second as a call was coming in on her phone. The girl turned her back to Gina as she answered the phone. There was a quick exchange on the phone that caused the girl to giggle. The perfume girl took a deep breath and cursed about having to work a saturday. She concluded the call by venting about how now she had to go deal with some annoying customer. With that she hung up the call and put her phone face down by the cash register.
Gina politely pretended to ignore the whole thing. “Sorry, I want to try this one and this one didn't seem to have a tester.”
The perfume girl looked up and down Gina and her outfit and in a voice that really didn't hide her disgust, stated. “It’s eighty-five dollars.”
Gina forces a smile. “That’s fine.”
“Well, we don’t want it all in ones” snarled the perfume girl.
Gina cocked her head and took a pause to stop herself from reaching over the counter and smacking the snark out of the lil snot. Reaching into her corset she pulled out the folded $100 bill. “I am assuming this would suffice, yes? Now please may I see perfume.”
In huff the sales clerk reached under the counter and grabbed one of the boxes and practically threw it down onto the counter.
“Thank you.” was Gina’s reply. She took it out of the box and could tell the marketing department had burned some midnight oil to maximize the look of the bottle and packaging. Leaning in she sniffed the nozzle then gave a small spurt into the air trying to detect the different notes and aromas. She actually kind of liked it and it seemed to match her attire in spirit. She sprayed once onto her wrist and gave another sniff. She rubbed her two wrists together and declared. “I’ll take it.”
Sliding the $100 bill over to the clerk Gina forced a small smile. The clerk didn’t want to touch the bill since it had been nestled against Gina’s breast and picked it up like it was the very first dirty diaper she had ever changed.Without a word, she placed the change on the counter rather than hand it to Gina. As Gina picked up the change and placed the receipt and perfume in her bag, the clerk muttered something.
“Excuse me?” Gina said in an assertive tone.
In an over exaggerated disdain the clerk repeated in a mocking voice. “I saaaaid. Good bye. Don’t want your kind in here.”
The hairs on the back of Gina’s neck stood up as she was ready to put this in her place, but she kept her tone as even as she could. “My kind? You know nothing about me except I can afford to buy an overpriced perfume, that I could have easily bought online at a 15% savings. You dont know me so please dont presume you do.”
The girl was shocked this slut had the audacity to talk back to her. After all it was bad enough she had to assist her and touch her gross boob money. “Well atleast I look like I belong in a high end store and not like I belong in some alley on my back.”
Gina cocked her head to the side in a sympathetic. If not slightly condescending way. Honey you’re working in a department store. “Oh hun, everyone knows nothing unique or powerful is ever bought off the rack. But you keep living that dream.”
Gina did a double take on the clerk’s name tag. “Stacy, I just want to let you know I plan to call your corporate office and tell them about the poor service I got at your store today. I may be dressed provocatively, but it still meets all the requirements of the malls and your stores policies. I have been nothing but cordial with you despite the fact that you have been rude, condescending and unwilling to originally help me when I was clearly interested in purchasing something at this store. With that I do hope you have a lovely day.”
Gina didn’t wait for a reply or to even see the look on the clerk’s face, she simply picked up her bag and started walking towards the exit. Damn that felt good she thought. Her hand trembled slightly as she reached for the door. She had started on a simple journey and found a part of herself she never knew existed. She was riding a high as the exhilaration of being her true self coursed through her. She had never ever done anything like that before. Gina felt so good about herself by standing up to the sales clerk and not letting her make Gina feel bad. The fact Gina felt she handled it with restraint and hopefully class made every cell in her body vibrate. Now she needed a relief from all this pent up energy. She needed Him. She needed Him inside her pounding away till her throat was hoarse from moaning. She needed Him now. The warm summer air made the warmth of the sun on her skin fill her with a feeling of euphoria. She stood on the curb and waited for Hank. It wasn’t too long before he pulled up and she got in.
His eyes and mouth were smiling. “How did it go?”
“Oh my god, it was horrible and awful and amazing and exhilarating”
“So proud of you. I thought you handled those boys perfectly.”
She should have known. She was so focused on all the sensations she didn’t even have a chance to think that Hank was always just 20-30 feet behind her making sure she was ok and was safe. Made perfect sense to her now. “I love you, thank you Sir.”
He half chuckled and smiled as he turned out of the parking lot. As he got to the next light he slide his hand up her thigh and felt what he expected to find. “Oh did a naughty get a lil turned on by all this.” Her response was cut short as his two fingers plowed their way inside. Her hands clenched around the armrests as the sudden intense sensation made every muscle in her tighten up. “Now that you have been treated like a , look like a , and see the beauty in being one, well now you are going to act like one. We aren’t going home yet. We have a new stop to make.”
Gina wasn’t sure she heard all of what He said, over the constant pleasure of His fingers. What she did know, was at this point she was game for anything as long as He kept touching her.
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Public Parking
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Posted:Apr 21, 2017 5:28 pm
Last Updated:Jan 9, 2021 11:43 am
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It had been
a fun filled foray
of an evening.
They made their way
outside
and headed for his pickup.
She gooses his ass
and stumbles a sidestep
as she makes a flirty surprised face
trying to entice him
to play along.
She had reached
that happy flirty stage
where her head spun
and her body felt
more alert and alive.
He gives her butt
a playful swat.
“Wait till I get you home
there sexy.”
Playfully
she backs away
as she continues to walk.
“Oh whatcha gonna do?”
Her words slurred slightly as they seemed to echo
amongst the remaining cars in the lot.
Using the remote
he unlocks his truck
as they arrive at it.
“Guess you will
just have to wait and see
you lush.”
He said with a teasing chuckle.
She either took that
as a challenge
or the last few shots she had
made her horny and brave.
She leans up against him.
He wasn't quite sure
if her falling
forcing him to catch her
was her intent
or from the drinks.
Maybe it was a bit
of both.
“I had fun tonight”
She purred
as she looked up at him.
Her eyes were anything
but innocent
at the moment.
“I want more fun, NOW”
Her hand
went straight to
the fun she wanted.
Her hand was not gentle,
but determined
as it ran up and down
the form of him
hidden in his pants.
She softened her voice
as she leans in more
and playfully looks up at him.
You know what I want,
you know what I need,
now give it to me.
“Not now.”
was his curt reply.
Trying to summon
her inner vixen,
as much as
the evening’s indulgences
would allow her to,
she softly moaned
as her hand
tried to unzip
his jeans.
He pulled her hand away
and addressed her
like he was disciplining a .
“I said not now.”
She raised her hand ,
he wasn’t sure if her intent
was to shove him
or slap him,
or what.
His hand snaps
And grabs her wrist.
She brings her other hand
to bear
And he grabs it
Swings her around
and pins her
To the side of the truck
She watched him,
her mouth open
in a taunting grin.
Her head protruding
Away from her pinned frame.
She wanted to get closer
And complete the process
If turning her mama’s boy
Into the feral animal
That was trying to break from
From within him.
His nostrils were flared
Snorting like
An aggravated bull.
His shoulders rose and fell
Like the bow of a ship
On turbulent seas.
The beast before her
looked ready
to devour her.
This is what she craved tonight.
She didn’t want to be good
She didn’t want to be proper.
She didn’t just want to be naughty
She wanted to be claimed.
“There you go,
be a man.
You know you want it.”
She taunted.
She wanted her words
to smash
the beasts chains.
This was a dance
she had taught him.
“Don’t be such a fuckin’ boyscout.
Fucking mama’s boy...pussy.”
His reflexes
made lightning seem slow.
She yelped
as the suddenness
as his hand found her throat.
Boiling cauldrons of fire
inhabited the place
where his eyes used to be.
Like some trick
of the fluorescent lights
gave him a lycanthropic stature.
His presence
seemed to have grown
several inches and
fifty pounds
of brute muscle and sinue.
Adrenaline and lust
flooded her body.
She was wet
and needy.
She was ready to surrender
and be claimed.
His hand fell away
from her throat.
Yet she somehow remained
pinned to the cool metal
of the truck
simply by his imposing posture.
She watched
as his chest
seemed to expand to twice
its normal size
as he took
a long slow breath
in thru his nose.
She watched
as the oxygen
snuffed out the fiery cauldrons.
He stood there before her
the billows in his chest
puffed full.
She couldn’t help
but defensively turn her head,
as the beast
leaned in close.
She closed her eyes
not knowing what would happen next.
That when she felt
his breath
crash against her exposed neck.
His expanded lungs
slowly released the hot air
in a steady flow
that melted her to her core.
She gasped as
her knees buckled.
Her hand blindly finding his chest
and grabbing his shirt,
twisting it in her hand,
as she clung to him,
trying to save herself
from crumbing to the concrete.
His hands
suddenly felt massive
as her weakened frame
was hoisted
back up
and held there
as her feet
tried to find their strength and balance.
Her breathing was labored
as he stood over her.
“Is this what you wanted.”
Her heart beating
so quickly,
made it difficult
to answer.
“Yes”
was what she was able
to expel from her lungs.
She felt the bear paw
of his hand
maul at her breast.
He pinched
and slightly twisted
her nipple
through her top.
She gasped and moaned
at the delicious pain
she felt.
The sound of her tormented pleasure
echoed and bounces around
the parking garage
like a stone tumbling down
the rocky mountainside.
There was an eerie,
almost sociopathic calmness
to his voice.
“Tell me,
use your words
and tell me what you want.”
The wetness between her thighs
was a testament to exactly what she wanted.
The sensation of him
pinching her nipple
just so,
was a near sobering event.
“Please fu..”
The explosion of volume
and intensity
of her squeal
amplified her words
“fuUUUUCK me.”
She winced
and whimpered
as his fingers
held her nipple in its vice.
The searing white hot sensation
pulsated through her.
It was all so intense,
she couldn't open her eyes
but could feel the stubble
of his five o'clock shadow
press against her soft cheek.
The white heat
streaked thru her
several more times
like heat lightning
on a summer night.
He finally let go
of her nipple.
She hadn't realized
she had been standing on her tip toes
until her heels
found the earth again.
Her hands
instinctively
found his arms
feeling his biceps
through his shirt.
Her eyes remained closed
as her body tried to recover.
The detached tone
of his whisper,
dragged fingernails up her spine.
“What happens to those
who don’t behave
when they are supposed to.”
The rhetorical question,
did demand a response.
“Naughty girls are punished”
she whimpered.
“Yes they are.
Open your eyes
and look at me”
She complied
despite the swirling cocktail
of booze, adrenaline, and endorphins
making it hard for her to focus.
“You”
His eyes narrowed to tiny slits.
“Are NOT.”
She breathed in and out,
three full breaths
waiting for the next word.
“Allowed”
Biting her lip,
she tried to steady her breath
as she listened.
“to cum.”
With that
he reached up under
her skirt
and pulled her panties down below her knees.
He took out his pocket knife
and cut the waistband
in two places.
Her panties feel to the ground.
Scooping them up he simply threw them
into the middle of the parking garage.
He hiked up her skirt
to her waist
and got down
on his knees.
With no pretense,
he simply pushed his face
between her thighs,
making her adjust her stance
to accommodate his head and face.
His nose nestled against her
as he wiggled in deeper.
His tongue
wasted no time
in licking up
the length over her lips,
twirling around
her puffy clit
and back down her lips.
Her whole body
loosened.
Faint sounds of cars
and people
played like background music
as she felt him
slowly lick up
all the sticky nectar
that had built up.
His face pressed in further
making her
grip the back of his head.
She was trying to keep
her sounds and voice down
in the event
one of the few remaining cars
had an owner show up
while she enjoyed him.
She could feel the pull
in her belly
with every lick and nip
he made upon her.
His tongue
kept finding that spot
that rolled her eyes
into the back of her head.
She wanted and needed more.
The pleasure
and tension inside her
continued to grow
as he licked up every drop of her.
The faint jingle of keys
brought her back
to her surroundings.
Her eyes scanned
and then
she saw him,
thru the pleasured haze she felt.
There stood a man
getting into his vanilla
midsized car.
He was bald
and in his mid-thirties
was her guess.
Her breathing was shallow,
as her mind tried to
pay attention
to the world around her.
That guy,
he looked like a Brad
she thought.
No maybe a Sean,
yes she was going to call him Sean.
Her brain couldnt quite think
as she felt her lover’s tongue
and now a finger
tease her this way.
Sean
had some ink
that was poking out
just at the hem
of his short sleeve.
Probably a tribal tattoo
he got a decade ago.
Average looks
and average guy,
so typical of Sean
she thought.
He was unlike her lover
and his talented tongue.
His tongue
continued
dancing, twirling, plunging, flicking
all in around on her.
Her body felt her lover
as her eyes
tried to watch Sean.
Sean was getting to his car,
when he heard
the rumblings of moans
bouncing around the concrete castle.
Then he saw them.
A guy on his knees
buried between her thighs
as she stood
with her back against
of a pickup truck.
Sean felt like
he had been busted,
when he saw her,
see him.
Fumbling for his keys,
he pretended,
he hadn’t noticed anything.
Slowly opening the door,
Sean couldn’t stop himself
from looking again.
There she was
watching him.
Her hand
grabbing the back
of her partner’s head
as she looked
right at Sean.
Her eyes ablaze,
locked onto Sean’s eyes.
She pinned him,
in his spot,
transfixed
by the weight
of her stare.
Her chest heaved.
He watched
as her breasts
rose and fell,
showcasing
how deep and erratic
her breathing was.
Soft moans
were seen
but not heard
over the sounds
of the night.
Sean watched her teeth
bite her bottom lip
as her hips
rocked back and forth
against the face before her.
Sean watched
her fingers knot
into his hair
as her hips
started to move.
Sean couldn’t stop
the bulge
straining against his jeans.
He watched her and now it seemed
like she was watching him.
He watched her run her hands up her body
and her hands clenched her breasts.
Her show was momentarily interrupted
as she moaned.
When her eyes opened again
they locked back onto Sean.
Sean stood
in disbelief
as she lifted up her top
and pulled down
the cups of her bra.
Even at this distance
Sean could see everything.
The size and delicious shape
of her breasts,
accentuated with hard nipples.
Her breasts were fantastic in Sean’s eyes.
Full, suckable, luscious.
We watched her caress and fondle
her breasts
as if she was teasing him.
She pinched her nipple
as her lover
licked a spot
that was tender and true.
The pleasure
pouring through
was forcing her
tol et out a loud moan that
Sean could hear, crystal clear.
She watched
the wanton lust rise
within Sean.
She was loving
watching him
as she teased him.
Sean looked around
to make sure
no one was coming.
She watched Sean
as his need overruled
his civilized mind.
His hand slid down
behind the car.
She could tell
that behind
that side of the car,
he was pulling out
the part of him
that must have been
aching and throbbing
for attention.
Her focus
was shattered
as her lover’s tongue
flicked her swollen clit.
Between her lover’s attention
and the mind fuck
of watching some stranger
start to jack off
because of her
was to much.
She needed to cum,
and cum,
and cum again.
She wasn’t allowed to
but she didn’t care,
she needed to.
She took both hands
and grabbed her lovers head
and started bucking against his face.
Feeling her mound
bounce and press against him
as his tongue slapped against her.
He could tell what she wanted
and broke free
from her grip.
She wanted to cum.
She wanted her watcher
to see her cum.
She wanted to cum
all over her lover.
And here,
she was being denied.
Her lover stood up
just off center of her.
He slid his hand
back and forth
over her swollen lips
before giving her pussy
a firm smack.
She yelped
at the sensation.
Her need was out of control.
He shoved two fingers into her,
and rapidly fingered her.
There was almost
a sneer
in his voice.
“You don’t get to cum”
She could feel her juices
seeping their way
past his invading fingers.
The sounds of her body
and his fingers
only heightened her want.
She struggled to keep her eyes open.
She could tell Sean
was playing along as well.
The way his arm moved
back and forth
obstructed by his car.
She knew,
just how fast he was tugging.
The endless barrage
of her lover’s fingers
was too intense
after the assault
his tongue bestowed upon her.
She was walking
along the precipice.
She moaned
and continued to moan
as the cool night air
licked her hardened nipples.
Her body gave way
to the flood that had been
building up
and she squirted.
She tried to hold back and not cum
as her body
soaked his hand
and stained the concrete
where they stood.
Her lover
heard Sean’s moans.
He had been so focused on her
he hadn’t noticed
she had been watching this stranger
flashing her tits to him
while he labored
to please and tease her.
“You’ve been
a dirty lil
haven’t you.”
He took her
and pushed her
several step out
awa from the truck.
“Act like a ,
get treated like a fucking .”
His hand
between her shoulder blades
forced her to bend over.
He slapped her ass
with three
rapid swats.
She let out a groan
with each spank.
His hands
gripped and squeezed
her ass cheeks
and shoved himself
inside her.
He grabbed her hair
and pulled her head back.
“You wanted him to see you.
Now he can see
what a dirty lil slut you are”
Her lover
had her positioned
so the watcher had a full view
of her
and she had to watch
her watcher watch.
He pistoned into her
deep and hard.
Each thrust
caused her to moan.
She watched Sean
watch her
as he furiously pumped.
She felt the sticky slickness
of her juices running down
her inner thighs.
Her body rocked with every
with every tectonic collision.
Her breasts swung freely
as his fistful
of her hair
held her head up.
Her body
felt on fire
stretched,
and full
as he slide in and out of her.
Her body gripped him
out of habit,
yet unable to control
how her body responded.
She saw Sean’s control break.
He placed his free hand
on the hood of his car
as his other hand
furiously fantasized
and pleasured him.
He let out several short grunts.
She watched him
watched her breasts
bounce and sway
as she was rammed
hard from behind.
Her neck muscles strained
as he continued
to pull her hair
as leverage.
She couldnt seem to breath
enough oxygen
between her moans
and the concussive force
of her lover’s want.
“Please.”
she begged.
She felt the fire erupt
on her bare ass
as his hand landed
with a twack.
The no he spoke
boomed like a jet
breaking the sound barrier.
She was right on the edge.
“Pleeease please let me cum”
she continued to beg.
She watched Sean’s face
contort
as he let out
a primal groan.
Her lover stopped,
part as punishment
part to make sure she watched,
what was happening
across the way unfold.
She watched Sean
spasm and shake
ever so slightly
as he continued to grunt
and release his desire
right there
in the parking garage.
There the two lovers stayed
him buried to the hilt
as she was bent over
and her head pulled back
by her hair.
She could feel her lover
throb inside her.
The watched Sean gather himself,
get in his car,
and drive off.
Her mind was swimming with thoughts
and wants
as her body slowly descended
the peak
of almost climaxing.
She was still desperate to cum.
But she knew
her punishment.
She hoped in the very least
He would fuck her senseless
when they got home.
He released his grip
of her hair
and her head
fell forward
like an anchor.
She sensed his movement
as he prepared
to slide out of her unsatisfied.
Suddenly his fingers
dug into her hips
and he drove himself into her
with a wild abandon.
Her body jostled
as her body
couldn’t keep up
with the rapid thrusts.
She simply held on
gasping and moaning
as he slammed into her.
Grunting
he erupted inside her.
Continuing to pound into her
harder and harder,
with each thrust a new eruption.
Several more thrusts
and he was spent.
He slipped out of her.
“You know
before you
I would have never
done anything like this.
Heck I am still
getting used to
calling you names.
But anything
to make you happy.
But your still on restriction.”
He zipped up his jeans.
Then swatted her ass,
as she climbed up
into his pickup.
She felt
their combined juices
sliding down her thighs.
Her breasts were fully exposed
and would remain so
for the length
of the ride home.
Her body seemed
to hum and vibrate.
She was walking the knife’s edge
in desperate need
to find at least one release.
It was going to be a long ride home
as her need would grow
with every passing moment.
At ever thought
of what he does to
and for her.
The high of having
some random stranger watch her
and get so turned on
he jacked off right there
in public,
made her feel powerful.
It made her feel alive.
She need her lover’s cock.
She need to cum all over it.
She wouldnt be satisfied
till it happened.
Maybe if she was good
the whole way home,
he would give her what she needs,
for he had already given her
what she wanted.
She couldn’t stand the tension
she just prayed
he drove like a bat out of hell.
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A Moment In Time - Studio
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Posted:Apr 20, 2017 4:11 pm
Last Updated:Jun 13, 2019 3:19 pm
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He rolled over
and found an empty spot.
The spot beside him
upon the bed,
was gone
save a slight depression
in the mattress.
It was the faint
barely audible
notes A and C minor
that stirred
his slumber.
The blurry blue hue
of the numbers on the clock
slowly registered the time
to be 2:18.
His feet find
the cool touch
of the hardwood floor.
Wiping the sleep and haze
from his tired eyes
he stands
and sees her glasses
on her bedside.
He makes his way
around the bed,
shuffles across the floor
and out the door.
Half way down the hallway
his brain recognizes
how good
the carpet feels
beneath his toes.
Soft caressing cushion,
unlike the cool hardwood
that awaited him
later in his trek.
Several moments later
it dawns on him
he probably should have
put on his slippers
that were beside the bed.
Each step down the hall
makes the dancing whispers
sound a lil more clear
a lil more sweeter.
The haze of sleep
still hangs heavy upon him
but he is able
to navigate his way
down the stairs.
The cracked sliver
of light
splintered the darkness of the house.
She was in her studio
and the door wasn’t
fully shut.
The cadence of the start stop and pause
to the music
was her mind evaluating,
reevaluating,
changing,
and changing again
the musical sculpture
she was carving
from her mind.
She hummed the words
that weren’t fully formed
in her mind
not on the pyrus before her.
He watches
her bare feet
and painted toes
dance upon the pedals
as she tries
to bring the vision to life.
She is lost
within herself
feeding the world
her music.
The tired eyes,
the fly away strands
of her hair.
Just her
and her music
and nothing
could ever be as beautiful
as what he was witnessing.
Her nightgown
clung to her every curve
and the beauty
of her in action
filled him with
a warmth.
This was a sight
more beautiful
than any framed picture
that hung upon the walls
or graced the mantle
above the stone fireplace.
This was a moment in time
that made all other moments
worthwhile.
Her body was tired,
her soul was wrestling
with the birth of its vision,
and her mind
sought to find balance.
She sang
the newly created line
over and over.
The piano
sometimes sang with her,
other times
she sang solo.
Each time
there was a new inflection,
a change in breathing.
He couldn’t really tell
which was better.
Each iteration all sounded great to him,
but knew
it all made a difference in the end.
She scribbled something down,
that would be translated
into the final piece.
The softness of her eyes
had been forged
with a warrior’s resolve
as she battled the universe
to grant her this discovery.
To this day
he was still amazed
at how she created beauty
out of nothingness.
He was taken back,
to when they were walking
after supper
on their second date.
He asked her
what it was to write a song
and create something
from nothing.
She had stopped walking,
making him follow suit.
Pausing a moment later,
she replied.
“I don’t create from nothing.
It more like a garden.
Songs are born of emotions,
of history,
of life.
The music is always there
I am just the lucky one
that sometimes
waters the seed
and lets the flower bloom.”
It was in that moment,
he had fallen in love with her.
Here she was,
years later
still watering seeds
so the beauty she finds
can be shared with the world.
At least for tonight,
it would be beauty
just for her
as she tended the
ebony and ivory garden.
Several more starts,
and just as many stops
lead to a pause
in her process.
He slowly opened
the studio door
and made his way in.
Handing the glasses to her.
He smiled.
“You should have these hun.”
She smiled and thanked him.
He didn’t want to break the flow
but was overcome
with conflicting emotions.
Leaning down ,
he cradled her face
in the palm of his hand.
“You are just so beautiful,
I don’t think I tell you that enough.
I’m sorry for that.
I love you.”
She saw the sadness
hidden in his eyes
from the guilt he felt
for not telling her enough
of what he showed her
every day.
Her eyes softened
as she smiled.
“I know honey.
Your fine.
Where is this coming from?”
He just smiled.
“Just wanted you to know
you still are so beautiful is all.
I will leave you
to your masterpiece.”
His lips pressed
against hers.
“Love you hun,
I’ll be upstairs.”
Her hand
touched his.
“Love you too teddybear.”
Her forehead crinkled
ever so slightly
as she tried to figure out
the randomness
of his statement.
She smiled as she watched him
head towards the door
and immersed herself
binding herself into the strings
and cords
that captured and trapped
her in this moment.
Walking thru the doorway,
he slowly shut the door
to the studio,
leaving it open
just a sliver,
with their kiss
still upon his lips.
This way at least,
the sounds of her
would accompany him
to bed.
He smiled
as he crawled
back into bed.
The space beside him
was no longer empty.
She wasn’t there physically
but she was with him,
as his eyes closed
for the rest of the night.
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Missing You
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Posted:Apr 11, 2017 7:16 pm
Last Updated:Feb 7, 2019 9:15 pm
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Sitting in the chair
I mindlessly grab my mug
and swallow down
the passage of time.
I shouldn’t miss you this much,
but I do.
I smiles when
I see her face
before reality
erases the mirage
of my mind.
How long has it been
since I saw you last?
The clock
doesn’t keep track
of time like that.
Was it just this morning
I left your embrace.
Has it been weeks
or months?
I know it has felt like forever.
Yet,
I can still feel
your body pressed to mine.
Know how my arms engulf you
and your breasts flatten
against my chest
as we pull each other closer
simply because it feels right.
I can feel
the strands of your hair
kiss and snuggle
my neck and cheek
as your head
rests against my shoulder.
My mind conjures up
the subtle aroma of you
as I feel you hold me.
The memory of our reality
is transplanting itself
into the reality of now.
For I feel at peace
here with you,
despite you being
far too many heartbeats away.
I say I miss you,
but you are always
here with me.
I miss the reality of you
even though I always feel
the memory of you.
Of course I miss
they way your lips
meld to mine.
I remember every
breathtaking curve of you.
Every perfect imperfection.
How you feel
when we are together,
when we are one.
The joy and happiness
I feel
when I see your beautiful face
give me strength
more than you
will ever know.
You are more than
a gorgeous woman,
more than
a sweet caring soul.
More than a friend.
More than a lover.
You are the best
of what I myself
want to be.
The memory
of your smile
is my reminder
of how lucky I am.
I just like it
when I can reach out
and make sure
the dream
is a reality.
Every moment
isnt perfect
or a fairy tale.
But in the end
they are all better
when you are around.
I shouldn’t miss you this much,
but I do.
So when you see me smile
as I approach,
feel the vigor
of my embrace,
and my fingers
trace your beautiful face,
simply know
this moment
has played in my mind
since I saw you last.
And this moment now,
here with you,
will play in my mind
until I see you again.
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Ammmmm back lol
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Posted:Mar 27, 2017 6:49 pm
Last Updated:May 7, 2017 4:37 am
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Had such a wonderful time on the cruise. Went to Grand Caymen, Roatan Island/Mohegany Bay, Belize and Cozmel.
There was tons to do on the boat between casino, comedy shows, live music, activities, swimming etc etc etc.
The food was ammmmazing. A few of the sunset pics were taken from our table in the ship. Even the buffet was great and a few of the places were open 24/7 so if ya wanted a pizza at 2am you could.
Had so much fun on the excursions. The ports are all shops when you disembark but afterwards was the rest of the town. (so of course the ladies hit all the shops to start with but the prices were very reasonable and everyone was having fun so i cant complain...well not too much lol ) Afterwards we went to a beach for a few hours swam in the crystal clear waters.
on Roatan we actually took a cab to a local restuarant while niece and sister and law went horseback riding. food was great and there was a zip line course right there near the restuarant as well as monkeys and a few parrots so was lots of fun.
Belize allowed me to check off a bucket list item. I have alwyas wanted to vist some Mayan ruins. and wow was amazing. We had an amazing tour guide that was funny and friendly made the 2 hr car ride seem like nothing. (even took us to his mom's resturant on way back and she had the best fried chiken) The "pyramid" in one of the pictures stands 154 ft above the plaza on top of the mountain. Climibing those stairs kicked my ass but the view from the top was breathtaking. Am a history nerd and just being there made me all tingly like i was in tune with something greater than me. The stucco facade on the side of the pryamid was just amazing the stonework was beautiful.
Cozmel we went to this water resort that had all sorts of water activites we swam in the ocean brother in law and sister in law went out on a katamaran (i stayed swimming not much of a beach person but am hard to get out of the water lol)
I could go on and on but wont bore you.
I had a blast am off tomorrow to recover and then back to the grind. I will say I can see why people love to cruise so much is a great way to sample a lots of destination to find what you like and you dont have to cook or do dishes or anything everything is all taken care of.
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Flower In the Stone Garden
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Posted:Mar 14, 2017 9:53 pm
Last Updated:May 7, 2017 4:39 am
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There it was again that strange taste in his mouth. Aaron tried to ignore the taste as he followed the girl from the bar to see if he could help jump her car. What was her name again? Lucy...Lana no Lexi yes Lexi that was her name. Following Lexi around the corner, there was suddenly a burning pain collapsing his chest as the blow threw him flat on his back like a pancake. Every slight movement, even tiny breaths, sent electric needles fragmenting in his chest. The way the back of his head bounced on the pavement disoriented him and blurred his vision. Aaron could only make out the form of Lexi as she stood over him inspecting him.
A deep gravely voice rattled inside Aaron’s ears as it felt like his head had been cracked open like an egg for an omelet. “Where to Lex?”
“Over there to that empty lot, quickly.”
Aaron’s back teeth hurt as bad as the back of his head pounded as he tried to get up. The fire in his chest burned like an open boiler furnace making it impossible for him to roll over and stand up. What the hell hit me, fired in his brain as his instincts tried to determine its fight or flight reflex. Aaron’s vision was still very blurry but spied a light brown blob that looked like a 2x4 tossed several feet from him. Fire and needles exploded in his chest again as he tried to take a deeper breath. Two sets of massive bearpaws seemed to hoist him up, like a rag doll, to the point where Aaron’s feet dragged behind on the ground. The group of three and one quickly made it to the empty lot. Aaron was tossed back to the ground like all the other waste and garbage that called this lot home. Decaying grass broke through cracks in the pavement as broken wooden pallets and fast food bags littered the lot.
“Take off his pants and hold him down, we need to do this before those other two find out where he is and before he manifests.”
Aaron was still disoriented and the words he was hearing didn't make any sense until he felt one of those bear paws grab at his belt. Adrenaline kicked in as fight or flight, became fight. Aaron slapped both his hands to the brute’s ears and kicked his leg up, catching more thigh than genitals, but he got enough for the attacker to fall to the ground. Aaron rolled over onto his side trying to see where the others were. Everything was still a hazy blur but he could make out shapes. Pushing his hand down onto the pavement to push himself up, it almost felt like the ground was grabbing his hand. As he stumbled and swung his fist, it connected with the other brute’s chest. Aaron swore he heard several cracks as the air jettisoned from the brute’s mouth. The ferocity of the punch sent the brute back like one would see in a kung fu movie.
“Shit!” Lexi bellowed. “Careful, he’s manifesting!”
Spinning his head around looking for his attackers and possible escape routes, Aaron tried to focus. Lexi shouted something Aaron couldn’t make out, but pulled his sightline to her. The shove from one of the brutes sent Aaron skidding along the broken ground.
Immediately fists and feet came in an unending deluge of contempt and pain. With blows coming from every way imaginable all Aaron could do was curl up shielding what parts he could. Seconds became decades as kick after kick fought to break him. Aaron’s only hope was some good samaritan intervening.
As loud as Aaron could yell he shouted “Fire! Fire! Fire!”
The kicks immediately stopped and Aaron could sense all three of his attackers backed away but we're still there. Slowly sitting up and opening his eyes Aaron could see the three of them just staring at him like he was a time bomb ready to explode. Everyone wasn’t sure what to do next.
One of the thugs blurted out. “He’s not a fucking burner, mother fucking goody two shoes.” Without any hesitation, the brute sprinted and tackled Aaron with a loud thud that took the wind from Aaron. The brute on top of Aaron tried to pin him down as the second brute started yanking and wrangling Aaron’s pants down. Aaron is able to grab the brute’s shirt and yanked himself up and headbutts the bridge of the brute’s nose. The brute covers his nose as a crimson river erupts from his nose. Quickly jabs to the brute’s exposed throat, send the brute tumbling onto the ground gasping for breath, reeling in pain. Aaron was able to kick the other brute off him long enough to pull his pants back up, before Aaron had to cover up as the kicks started again. He had no idea why all of this was happening. Fear and survival fought to control Aaron’s thoughts.
Survival seemed to be winning, but it felt like the very earth beneath him was quaking trying to swallow him whole. The kicks didn’t stop as he continued to spit blood and groan as each blow broke him just a lil more. The fire needles that were splintering in his chest now felt like railroad spikes being driven in and detonated . It was becoming impossible not to let his eyes close and let the darkness overtake him. Curled into a fetal position provided only a little protection as The pain was becoming too much to bear. Every nerve ending in his body fired off pain and seemed to quake wanting a reprieve. Aaron no longer heard the sound of the kicks landing against his body. All he heard was his fading breath as he struggled to stay awake behind his closed eyes. A quick warm sensation flowed over his skin, not unlike the endorphins rush he had with Katie just a short time before. The sensation seemed to explode inside. Different spots on him seem to warm and almost burst with what felt like light and heat. The spots seemed to erupt like buttons being flung as a shirt was being ripped open. He felt a surge rock through him. It was then he heard and felt a series of loud crashes booming around him, followed by a blood curdling yelp. Aaron couldn’t hold on any longer. Thoughts of his high school crush, Summer Wheatly was the last image he had before everything faded to black.
Chase and Derrick burst thru the back door scanning the block to find out where Aaron was and sprinted across the street as the girl and one of the guys could be seen fleeing the empty lot. They weren’t prepared for what they were about to see and stopped dead in their tracks. Chase grabs his phone, but his eyes were transfixed by what he was seeing. In a confused tone “A flower has bloomed in the stone garden.”
Derrick could hear the clatter of noises and sounds from the other end of the line as Chase stutters and couldn’t quite convey what has happened, as Derrick stood there stunned. After several moment s of back and forth. Chase shakes his head “No, you need to get down here and see this. We can’t get him without you.” Derrick stood there, still stunned, not sure how they will handle this. Precious time was being wasted, Chase frustrated takes a picture and sends it to the other end. “Get your fucking ass here NOW!” Chase cleared his throat and tried to regain his composure “Sorry ma'am I sent a picture and showed you why we need you here ASAP. “ There was were several curses Derrick could hear being screamed into Chase’s ear and the words rang crystal clear. Suddenly, there was silence. Apparently the picture had the effect Chase wanted. Chase hung up the phone and was greeted by silence. They waited and tried to wrap their minds around what they were looking at. This wasn’t what they had expected when Aaron walked into the bar tonight.
Just a few hours before, Aaron pulled on the heavy door like he did every Thursday night. There was already cackling of small talk and lubricated laughter throughout the bar. The bartender smiled as Aaron made his way to the bar.
“Hey Katie what's the number at and how ya doing.”
Katie pulled the tap to get the four beers poured for table six. “We are at seven but the night is just getting started cutie pie.”
Aaron enjoy the little banter him and Katie had and enjoyed the lil number game they had on how many guys had hit on her asking for her number. She was an attractive woman, She wasn’t a beauty pageant kind of pretty but she had that certain something. The way she flirted, that heart stopping smile with that cute dimple could make any guy take notice. Then there were those curves, those sinfully delicious curves which exuded feminine strength. Like she could look as amazing in a jersey playing flag football, as she would in a lil black dress. Besides, there was just something about a sexy female bartender that made guys lose their minds and find their courage after a drink or three. Aaron always felt Katie was smarter than she gave herself credit for and the vulnerability that she hid behind her strength somehow made her all the more attractive, at least to him .
Aaron sat down in his usual spot towards the end of the bar in front of one of the TVs.
Katie puts down his usual meal, but not before stealing one of his French fries. Aaron was starving, having missed lunch and was very happy to see his meal waiting for him.
“I think I love you Katie, marry me.” He said with a chuckle.
Katie had already started to turn to help another patron when she looked back over her shoulder. Her lip curled up to the side in a playful smirk which showcased her dimple “In your wildest dreams cutie pie”
Stifling a laugh Aaron retorted “and my naughtiest ones too.”
“You are such a dirty boy, l love it, but what would your mother think.”
“I don't know, I just hope she wouldn't ask for pictures”
Practically giggling she was able to say “Oh my god Aaron you’re terrible.” Katie came back over put both her forearms down on the bar and leaned forward looking Aaron directly In the eyes. She knew the tight tank top she was wearing gave a clear peak down her cleavage in this position. Their eyes remained locked communicating unsaid words. A slow smirk reappeared on Katie's face causing Aaron to blush ever so slightly. She gave a small pat on his hand and smiled before heading to the other end of the bar to take an order. Damn if that vixen couldn’t just wrap him right around her finger.
After a while and a fairly boring quarter of football on the TV, Aaron pushed one of his last few fries around his plate and thru the remaining smear of ketchup before eating it. As he is taking a drink, he feels a tap on his shoulder.
“Is this seat taken?”
Turning Aaron smiles “Please.” He watches her sit down in the stool beside him.
She’s an attractive lady in a pressed dress shirt and knee length skirt. Some sort of professional businesswoman was what he surmised. Her long chestnut hair pulled back into a ponytail that let her green eyes be seen. Smiling she extends her hand as she sits down. “Hi, I’m Lexi”. Scrambling to wipe the grease from his fingers, Aaron squeezes his napkin and wipes his fingers.
“Nice to meet you Lexi, Aaron.”
Aaron was just starting to see just how petite she seems as his hand seemed to engulf hers. Her grip was firm but still very delicate. He was almost afraid he would snap her hand off her tiny wrists. Suddenly, there was a bitter almost metallic taste in his mouth and he tried not to let it show. Last thing he wanted to do is make a face at a pretty lady he just met all because of some bad aftertaste from his beer.
Aaron and Lexi exchanged a few moments of small talk. Lexi motioned to the bartender to come take her order. Katie came over took the order and within two minutes brought the margarita over to Lexi, and shot a glance at Aaron giving him a playful wink.
“Let me take that for you sweetie pie” Katie said as she took Aaron’s hot sauce and ketchup stained plate.
Aaron and Lexi continued to make small talk about jobs, family, hobbies and the lot. Aaron wasn’t sure what it was but something just wasn’t right. He wasn’t sure if it was the bitter aftertaste that lingered in his mouth, having a pretty girl flirt with him in front of Katie, or what was causing him to feel uninterested in Lexi. Katie and him were just friends, ok friends with a regular benefit but nothing romantic, right?!. Lexi was this smart, pretty and actually pretty interesting woman that seemed attracted to him. So what was the problem? Maybe he was just just being paranoid at how the two no neck brutes at the end of the bar seemed to be fixating on him and Lexi. Maybe that was what was bothering him. Aaron smiles as Lexi makes a funny comment while his inner voice was trying to run though its back and forth debate. Almost out of reflex Aaron makes a silly joke in reply to Lexi’s story. Her laugh is flirtatious and she put her hand on top of his as she laughs and compliments his sense of humor.
Katie makes her way over to them. Aaron wasn't sure if he detected a twinge of jealousy in Katie, or if she sensed his uneasiness, either way he was grateful to see her. Katie checked on them seeing if they needed refills or wanted anything. Both Aaron and Lexi were fine with their drinks.
“I just need to borrow him for just a minute if you don’t mind hun. Aaron can you help with moving one of the kegs downstairs for me.” Katie said with a smile and pleading eyes.
Aaron knew full well Katie could do it all on her own, but she was saving him. “Any time Katie. Lexi please pardon me for a moment. Thank you.”
Aaron stood up and took a quick drink of his beer and set his glass down, before following Katie downstairs.
“Looks like you needed to get away there cutie pie.”
“Yeah thanks Katie.”
“She’s cute. She just not your type?”
“Now Katie you know I am just saving myself for you.” he said with a laugh. “Wait was my Katie a little jealous?” he continued to tease, for it wasn’t often he got to tease her.
Katie turned and leaned in close and with a soft breathy voice whispered.”I dont get jealous cutie pie, ‘cause there's no lady that can compete with me and you know it. Even if I did get jealous you would never ever know because you know you can't resist me.”
Damn she knew all the buttons to push with me. She teased so well he could never truly tell if she was just flirting and teasing him or if there wasn’t some truth in what she said. He could feel the heat steaming off him as his skin became flush with desire and a twinge of embarrassment.
“Oh” The glee in her voice was rather infectious. “I got into that program. It starts in a few weeks. Thank you Aaron, seriously. You believed in me when noone else ever did.”
There was such joy in her face and eyes Aaron had a hard time looking at her, she was so beautiful when she was like this. She wasn’t the hot rocker bartender, she was Katie. She was always attractive, but here in moments like this, she was something more. Trying to quiet the rambling in his mind Aaron smiled. “That’s so awesome! It was all you Katie. I didn’t do anything but tell you what you already knew deep down.”
Katie put her hand on Aaron’s chest and Aaron’s world slowed to a stop. He could feel her. Not just her touch but he could feel, her. It was scary and exhilarating all at once.The longer her hand stayed on him and looked at him with those beautiful brown eyes, the louder his heartbeat echoed in his chest.
“Aaron?!.” Her voice trailed off slightly as she looked down. There was a newfound vulnerability not just in her tone, but demeanor. “Why have you always been so supportive? This is just fun an casual, right?!”
If Aaron hadn't been so focused on her,he may have picked up that there may have been more to her question than just her words. He wasn't sure what he was feeling. She was amazing, she made him happy every time he saw her. He was oddly comfortable around her, which was outside the norm for him. The sex was amazing and there was a natural connection between them. But he never thought much about them as “them”. She was a great friend and he figured he was merely a distraction for her. Heck he new deep down he was still pining for his high school crush, Summer. She was always so sweet but he was far too shy back then and was trapped in the friend zone all those years.
He sees the look on her face and he was touched and it brought his mind back into the present. His rambling made him lose his train of thought on how to answer Katie's question. Aaron took a deep breath and felt Katie's hand rise and fall with his chest. He didn't know if what ever this was, is, whatever was just causal or if there was something more. He wasn't sure he wanted to know because it kind of felt like it was more for both of them. There she was. Seeing her like this made him feel, happy wasn't quite the right word, whole. Was that what he was feeling? He tried to push the thought aside but his eyes enjoyed drinking in, what he say before him.
Aaron couldn’t resist the urge to just touch her cheek. He needed to feel the softness of her skin and be fully connected with her. She looked so fragile behind her strength, it was such a mysteriously beautiful juxtaposition. He stepping into her with a kiss. Soft lips pressed together in a familiar dance that quickly deepened. Like wind whispering through the leaves their kiss intertwined a slow swirling tempest. His hands coiled around her pulling her flush against him. Her soft curves compressing against his iron forged frame. His mind had a last thought before immersing into the moment. This was just sex right? Just sex, yeah sure.
Aaron stopping kissing for a moment and gave Katie a look just to make sure she was comfortable and this is what she wanted right now as well. Her smile said it all, and that’s all Aaron needed to hear. His hand slid around her cheek thru her hair till he cradled her head. He pulled her closer and kissed her, letting the kiss deepen on it’s own. Katie wrapped her arms around him and pressed her body as close as she could, feeling herself crash against him. She could drink and get drunk upon his kisses all day and night. She could feel the weight of everyday life just melt off both of them, like maple syrup running down the side of a short stack of pancakes.
She couldn’t deny how good it felt against him. How her body seemed to crash upon his body like ocean waves upon the breakers. She tugged and pulled at his shirt trying to take it off. She needed to feel his bare skin against her fingers against her. He wasn’t the most handsome man she had ever been with or even have the best body. Yet with Aaron she felt safe and accepted. Something about him just felt good. There was never any shame in what they did and there was a natural flow. Right now, she needed him in the most primal way. She pulled him with her as she backed up against the workbench. They fumbled as they worked against the barriers of clothes. There was no romance just the base need of pleasure. Both ended up with their pants down around their ankles.
She watched intently as Aaron squeezed the tip of the condom and rolled it down his pulsating shaft. Katie stepped out of her pants as he grabbed her hips and hopped her up onto the workbench. Just like that they were both ready. Playful banter became lustful passion. Aaron grabbed himself by the base and angled himself against her, ready to invade. They stayed there for several heavy heated breaths. She loved and hated the way he tormented her like this. The tease always made her want to just cry out ‘Just fuck me already’. He looked at her, then his eyes grabbed ahold of hers and pushed their way into her in unison with his his body’s invasion into hers.He leaned in and it seemed like he just kept falling deeper and deeper into her. Finally, she took the length of him to the very hilt. She had to drag her nails along his back to keep from moaning at the top of her lungs.
They both knew this would have to be a quick encounter but this long momentary tease always made every nerve ending fire. Like a locomotive they both started to churn and find a pace together. She would rock her hips ever so subtly as he would start to piston into her faster and faster. The momentum was fueled by the unstoppable desire and lust that was quickly raging out of control. Deeper and harder he thrust into her, the more fervent she bucked against him meeting him with equal force. The more they had, the more they wanted. Every system of their bodies yielded to the ultimate goal. Breathing became more labored. Thinking paused. All the while Aaron’s gaze never left Katie’s eyes.
“Don’t....don’t look at me like that sweetie” she said as her voice trailed off. Yet there his eyes never wavered. The look on his face was so soft, comforting yet vulnerable. She could see how he felt as he looked at her in this moment. It was way more intimate than she had ever experienced. He was connected deep inside her, yet she felt she was peering inside him. The physical connection was surpassed but what seemed some sort of soul exchange. No one had ever looked at her like he did, she felt beautiful, she felt like she was worthwhile. She couldn't stop the moans as he continued to pound into her like a battering ram. All of it was just too much to intense too intimate.
“Aaron…,” she could barely think let alone speak the words as she felt him move in and out of her so effortlessly. All the while he was dedicated to watching her, almost as if in awe of her. “Sweetie...”. Katie couldn’t hold onto reality, the moment had already claimed her.
She dug her fingers into his back as she felt the full length of him fill her as their bodies danced in the rhythm of their own design. She locked her ankles behind his waist. She felt the heat of their skin, the slick friction of their desires. She needed more of him. She was a junkie needing a bigger high. Her hips rocked to meet him as her ankles tried to push him in more. Deeper, she needed him deeper, deeper now, faster, more, God yes more. The slick friction was too intense to describe in their collective mind. There was nothing but them and what they were feeling. She closed her eyes as her fingers dug into him. She felt her something course through her. This building pressure was like normal building from her core exploding out to her toes. It was a sequential domino effect. A conglomeration of cells went supernova that set of a chain reaction. It was a pressure being relieved. Like a series of dams giving way to flooding water as the chain reaction ran up her spine. The sensation was so intense, that even with her eyes squeezed shut, it seemed as if the dimly lit basement of the bar grew brighter for a moment. She buried her face against his neck and chest as she tried to muffle the moan as her body succumbed to the release she desired. She continued to buck against him. She knew he was close and she wanted to ride the wave of bliss she was feeling.
Feeling him throbbing inside her was accentuated by how her body spasmed around him. He bit his lip to keep from roaring like a lion claiming his land. He breath came in spurts, like babbling misguided punctuation in a speech. The surge seemed to pull itself from the very ground he stood upon and rush up through him and into her. Instinctively he stood on his tippy-toes as he held himself inside her. Every muscle fiber in his thighs locked up and hardened like hot steel doused in cold water. His lungs paused as his whole body, committed to the act of exploding. He kept pushing in, as wave after wave rolled through him. He held her tight as his body tried to normalize. He held her close as they both tried to catch their breath. They took a few minutes to clean up and make themselves presentable again. It would only be another hour and nineteen minutes until Lexi would lure Aaron outside under the damsel in distress guise.
Chase and Derrick see the van round the corner and wave to signal it to come over. Chase is very anxious when Tammy got out of the driver’s side and walked around the front of the van. Chase was expecting to get an earful for being so blunt on the phone with Tammy. The fact Tammy barely even acknowledged Chase and Derrick as she came to take a look, spoke to the gravitas of the situation. Tammy was in her mid forties and was always a no nonsense kind of woman. She was only five foot five, but her presence made her seem like some sort of amazon warrior. She was the type of woman that lesser men would call a bitch because you could see her own a corporate boardroom better than most anyone. She knew what she wanted and attacked every situation head on. Most men found that intimidating, which is why she was so intimidating and thus a ‘bitch’ in the eyes of those who only saw her and never interacted with her.
Jacob hops down and gave Chase and Derrick a smile. Jacob was in his early fifties, with salt and pepper hair and looked like he belonged on one of those erectile dysfunction commercials. Jacob seemed to be coming into the situation blind and was a little upset Tammy wouldn’t answer and of his questions in the van. Shutting the door and making his way over to Derrick and Chase, Jacob looks over at Tammy.
“Shit Tam you could have told me what we were dealing with.” Catching his first look at what laid before him causes a perplexed look to cross Jacob’s face. “What the fu..wait” Jacob turned his head slightly and took a step back and the overall picture started to take shape in his eyes. “Is that a…”
“A nautilus shell, it’s a nautilus shell.” Tammy interrupted. “We have to get him out quickly.” Tossing a small bag to Chase and motioning with her head towards the brute who was pinned and had blacked out from the pain.“Get a blood sample from him, if you can cleanse him, and then go drop him off at the ER once we get him free.” Turning towards Jacob, who was still rather stunned. “Jacob! We gotta do this quick.”
“Have you...I mean...have you ever seen anything like this before Tam? This...this isn’t normal one doesn’t manifest like this. This isn’t right. It’s too much, too much. Seriously this is like a sculpture not just a pile a rocks to protect himself. He didn’t just make a shape, he sculpted and changed the actual shape of the rocks.”
Tammy was already on top of the stone shell. Her hands started to sink into the formed stone and the rock started to morph and crawl up around her arms as she worked on freeing Aaron. “Jacob get over here I need you I can’t morph him out myself.”
Derrick had already been able to morph the thug from the stone shell and made a makeshift splint with some of the wood from the broken palettes. The thug’s leg had been crushed by the force and weight of the stone that slammed down on him. Chase has drawn his blood and started to try and cleanse him.
“Flower in the stone garden, that’s a fucking understatement.” Mumbled Jacob as he dug in to help Tammy. They had a lot to do and now, had so many unanswered questions.
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Heart Shaped Valentine
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Posted:Mar 2, 2017 8:18 pm
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She heard him
close the door behind him
and set down his bag.
She tried to quell
the excitement to see him
and to see if he got her anything
for Valentine's Day.
He walks into the room
And gives her
A gentle kiss
On her lips.
Discussions
of how each other's day went
are shared.
She can't help
But to keep glancing
At the tiny red bag
That hung in the precipice
Of two of his fingers
Back and forth it swayed
Daring gravity
To push it down to the floor
Asserting it dominance
To the tiny red bag’s defiance.
Words were spoken
but thoughts
if what could be in
such a small bag,
had her mind racing.
About the only thing
she could think of
that would fit in such a small bag
was maybe a pair of lacey see thru thongs
or maybe a small box of jewelry.
She couldn't stop
stealing a glance at it,
as it swayed back and forth
from his fingertips.
“Oh is some naughty lil gurl
being greedy
and wants to know
wants to know
what's in here.”
His tone was slightly
disapproving.
Her silence
was not the answer
he wanted to hear.
There was a sour lemon bitterness
to his words.
“Do you think
I am supposed to give you something
just because it’s Valentine's day?
Don’t I take care of you...
everyday.”
It’s the way he emphasized
the word everyday
and drew it out like a long breath,
that cut her
like a home invader’s knife.
Her stuttering apology
did not prevent him
from grabbing her wrist
and dragging her
into the living room.
Her words went unheard
and were finally brought to an end
when he growled
“Quiet”
like a stressed parent
dealing with a petulant .
The shadow of his booming command
hung in the air
and she surrendered in silence.
He lead her to
beside the couch.
Placing his bear paw of a hand
between her shoulder blades
he pushed her.
The arm of the sofa
seemed to hug her legs,
snd waist became a fulcrum.
Everything above the waist
was sent tumbling forward.
His hand upon her back
told her to stay down.
Leaning over her
using his weight
to pin her,
his hands
waste no time unbuckling
her belt,
the button fly
unzipping her zipper
as she stayed bent over.
His hands claimed her hips
as his thumbs
forged their way
under her pants
and panties.
He pulled down her clothes
to the floor
basically
shackling her ankles
and exposing her
from the waist down.
Walking around to the side,
leaving her ass up
and exposed,
he leaned down
to look her
in the eyes.
Grabbing her chin
he lifted her sight
to his gaze.
You are being so greedy
rumbled through his throat
like a division of tanks.
He picks up the little red bag
that he had dropped
when he pulled down
her pants.
“Here.”
He pulls out the object
from inside the bag.
It was a small white tub
black lettering,
a big black circle
was the dominant image.
“Take it”
Taking it
into the palm of her hand
she could see
it was a small tube
of black colored frosting
used for detailed work,
like writing a name
on a birthday cake.
“Do you know the story
of Saint Valentine.
Let me enlighten you.”
That’s when she felt his hand.
The sting
was a bittersweet pain.
He talked of Claudius the second,
how he was know as
Claudius the Cruel.
The cruel
as accentuated
by four rapid concussive smacks
up her right thigh and cheek.
The feeling and sounds
of spanking,
broke up tales
of how Claudius
outlawed marriages,
for fear of men
becoming unwilling
to join the legion.
Several more strikes
resonated with Claudius’s fear
that the men of Rome
would not want
to leave their wives.
She felt the burn
of her reddening skin.
Talk about Valentine’s defiance
were interwoven
between swats
to her bare ass.
The tale continued on
as did the spanks.
He spoke of
how despite the mandate
Valentine continued
to perform marriages.
She felt repeated
concussive strikes
all over her ass.
Sounds of hand
Colliding with skin
intermingled with words.
Her hand
was balled around
the tube of icing.
She would squeeze the tube
every time his hand
found its mark.
The fire she felt
erupting on her skin
was as much a release
as it was discomfort.
The change of tempo
of the spanks
kept her always guessing,
as he kept the pace
of his storytelling uniform.
The intensity of each strike
was different
than the one before,
as was the placement
of each.
Her ass wailed
In fiery pins and needles,
As his words spoke.
She heard of how Valentine
was caught
how he was to be beaten
in public
before he was beheaded.
Yet through
it all,
Valentine
never wavered
in how he had done
the right thing.
How he even sent a letter
signing it
Your Valentine
thus given birth to the valentines
we know today.
He cupped his hand
for the last blow,
that made her wince
more from the sound and soreness
she was feeling,
than from
the actual impact.
Through it all
there was no denying
how wet she felt.
How every word he spoke
every bite or soothe
of his hands
seemed to gather
and manifest between her thighs.
Every time
he sparked her
she wanted more is him.
She was wet,
she could only imagine
how red her ass
must have been.
The wetness
she felt
was an unfulfilled need.
His hands.
roaming all over
her ass
was a comfort.
“You know”
His tone was more
a declaration
than a question.
“The shape of a heart design
bears no resemblance
to that
of an actual heart.
Many believe
the traditional shape
looks a lot more like
that of a female’s posterior.
You know
10 cent word for butt.”
With that he have
her posterior
a playful swat.
Her whole body
seemed alive
and flush.
She knew what she wanted.
Just listening to him
in the state she found herself in,
made her all the more desperate
to feel him
inside her.
He talked about how the ancient Greeks
built the Aphrodite Kallipygos.
A temple for the beautiful goddess Aphrodite.
The name of the temple
translates as
Goddess with the Beautiful Buttocks.
A flash of empowerment
and naughty thoughts
ran over her skin
at the thought of
having her ass worshiped
as some sort of divine beauty.
Softly he ran his hand up along
her spine.
Suddenly he grabbed her hair
and pulled her head back
and leaned into her.
She felt him
through his pants.
He was hard.
She could feel how the fabric
was restraining him.
It made her want him even more.
She was ready
through the pleasure and pain.
He placed his other hand
on the small of her back
pushing her
into just the right position
as she started to feel the strain
in her neck.
She needed him.
She could feel
how he needed her.
The eternity
that he held her like that
made it hard to breathe.
She could feel the heat
steaming off her red skin.
He held her hair
as he unbuckled his belt
and wiggled
his pants and underwear down.
His bare soft rigid skin
felt good against her.
She needed him in her.
She was practically shaking
as the anticipation
was on the verge
of becoming to much
and the strain her muscles felt
started to break her down.
He shift back
and plunge into her
in one long slow stroke.
She couldn’t stop
the sound she made
as her body stretched around him.
It was a temporary relief
to a boiling need.
He slide back and forth
in and out of her
a few times.
She felt her hair twist
as he turned his wrist
to gain leverage.
Her legs were starting to shake
from being bend over the couch
for so long.
That all disappeared
as he started to thunder
into her.
Thunderclaps
filled the room
as their bodies collided
over and over again.
She squeeze the tube
in her hand
as her other hand
dug unto the sofa cushion.
Her body needed the release.
It needed to be spent.
She couldn’t form words
as she felt him
push deeper and deeper
with every thrust.
Her body
clenched and quivered.
His onslaught
was relentless,
primal,
fast,
and hard.
She couldn’t
hold on anymore
and she cried out
and felt her body
grip and soak him.
Her body pulsating
around him.
She could feel him
losing control
inside her.
He exploded,
filling her.
He continued to thrust and slam
until he was emptied.
Letting go
of the first full of hair
he leaned down
and grabbed
the tube from her hand.
He twisted off the cap
and put his hand
upon her back
to keep her in place.
She was too tired to resist
even if she had wanted to.
He started at her tailbone
went up over following the curve,
repeating on the other side
forming a perfect heart.
He grabbed his phone
and took several pics.
“Look.
Now you have
a heart shaped valentines.”
He helped her
stand back up
and caressed her face.
Giving a soft kiss,
he smiled.
“Go get cleaned up babygirl”
With that
he walked towards the bathroom.
“I rented that movie
you had wanted to see.
Go get your comfy blanket
and I’ll order some chinese.”
He really did know
exactly what she really
had wanted
not just for Valentine's
but for every day and night.
Cozy pjs,
chinese food,
fuzzy comfy blanket
romantic movie,
having been his sole focus,
knowing he knows her so well,
and curling up
into his caring protective arms.
He truly was
her everyday Valentine.
She smiled to herself
as she thought that
all she ever had to do
was bend over
to give him
her heart shaped valentine.
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The resonating clunk of the trunk being placed on the workbench bounced around the room like bubbles in a champagne bottle. Jack looked over his find, very happy the sweet old lady was willing to part with this beautiful wooden steamer trunk for sixty bucks and a kiss on the cheek. He chuckled at how she negotiated the kiss into the price. “Come on cutie, just one on the cheek. Make a girl’s day.” That phrase would play in his head for a long time. Returning his focus back to the trunk he could see the iron was in good shape and there was only few big scratches. He would leave a couple of the minor scratches since they provided some nice character, the rest should be easy enough to sand out. His fingertips could feel some of the stories the grains of the wood had held over the years. Jack smiles as he pictured how good it will look once it was sanded, stained and varnished. His fingertips ran down the side over the old oak. The shades of brown in the wood spoke to the age and stories of this trunk. The trunk was locked, and the lady who sold it had said he could have whatever was in the trunk, the key had been lost for ages.
The lock wasn’t to complex, at least on the surface. Taking a roll of soldering wire Jack straightened out the end. Along with the wire he used his swiss army knife as a makeshift locking picking kit. After several minutes and one slip that would have left a nice gash on his arm it it hadn’t just missed his forearm, there was a mechanical click. Jack lifted the lid, and figured it would be best to let it air out a few minutes before peeking in. He wasn't sure what smell was awaiting him, so he decided to go make himself a sandwich. After several minutes putzing about the garage and half a sandwich later, it was time to brave the trunk. Luckily the smell of the stack of old magazines and newspapers was tempered by a chunk of cedar that was part paperweight part air freshener. The newspapers and magazines spanned over four decades but didn’t seem to have historical significance, just everyday papers. Setting the papers aside, he took a look inside to see what was so heavy.
Waiting to be resurrected from the time capsule was an old reel to reel projector. The silver toned, hammered metal was very vintage in Jack’s mind. The projector was very cool but was of absolute no real use except, well he wasn’t sure what he could use it for. The only remaining item in the trunk was an old VCR player. Jack chuckled at the brand, he wasn’t sure how to pronounce it but it would make a hell of a scrabble word. He had never heard of that company before and was fairly certain the company was introduced and bankrupted sometime in Reagan’s first term. An old projector and an ancient VCR seemed like an odd items to store in a trunk, but was a nice bit of nostalgia. Now that the trunk was empty he thought about his luck for finding such a great piece. Yet, something didn’t seem right. Jack couldn’t quite figure out what was bothering him.
Something about the trunk definitely seemed to be off. Jack took a bite of his sandwich and absently put it down nearly missing the plate. Standing there for several minutes, it seemed like the trunk was too shallow. Wrapping his knuckle on the bottom of the trunk it nearly confirmed he was right. He knocked again and that confirmed his suspicion. There was a false bottom or hidden compartment. It took about ten minutes to figure out how to open up the hidden compartment. There was a cadre of vcr tapes, CD-ROMs and a few reel to reel tins. Each item seemed to have a label with a location and year. After exploring the various tapes and tins and wondering what was on all these home movies that spanned five decades. Taking the tin labeled Sonoma 1958, throwing an extension cord over his shoulder and realizing how much heavier the projector was than it looked, he made his way into the house.
It took several minutes to find a spot I the house. By taking down two of his autographed jerseys from the wall in his man cave and setting up the projector, there was a makeshift viewing spot. It took several tries to figure out how exactly to thread the reel to reel but eventually the film was ready. The heat of the lightbulb cast a distinctive smell as the whir and hum of the projector sang as it warmed up. Jack went to fetch the rest of his sandwich and a cold bottle of beer on his way back in. Flipping the switch the reel started to spin and the wall became a movie screen.
The black and white images fluttered on his wall, and then she appeared. A lady was driving down the road in a convertible. She had big sunglasses on, a white scarf around her head as they drove down the road. She looked kind of like, oh what was her name he thought. The one kind of like Marilyn Monroe. Dammit what was her name. The thought dug and scratched at his brain as california country side provided a movie screen kind of backdrop. What must have been crystal blue skies and lush green hills, masked in shades of black and gray scrolled by. There she was, her smile was a perfect picture framed by her, what he was assuming red lipstick stained lips. One could never tell exactly the depth and breadth in the black and white world he was watching.
Jayne! Jayne Mansfield! She was a poor man’s Jayne Mansfield. Damn that was going to bother him all day. The convertible pulled up to a little cabin and the film cuts only to find her sitting.on a bed. Her Hollywood blonde hair looked white on the screen. The more he looked there more hidden beauty she held. Her eyes were as soft and sinful as her curves. Jack couldn’t keep his eyes from plunging deep into her cleavage. She wasn’t like starlet beautiful but she was damn sexy. She looked like she could have been painted on the side of a World War II bomber. The sex appeal was undeniable, he couldn't stop imagining what was under those clothes. Then, for the first time, Jack hears sounds on the movie when a voice off camera asks something.
“Ok doll. What’s your name and where ya from.”
Jack subconsciously leans forward as she smoothes out her clothes as if readying to make herself presentable, and smiles towards the camera.
“Hi. Mae Jacobson from just outside Saint Louis. What’s your name sweetie?”
There was a long pause and Jack leaned in figuring he couldn’t hear the cameraman talk.
Mae continued to look right in the camera, “Don’t keep a girl in suspense sweetie, what’s your name?”
Her eyes seemed to be locked onto his. “Jack.” Immediately shaking his head, he felt like such an idiot talking to a black and white home movie.
”Thanks sweetie.”
The response had been immediate so Jack was slightly taken aback at the coincidence in timing but shrugged it off. Then heard the cameraman ask something that he couldn’t quite make out.
“Well I have this friend back home that is doing this study with these two professors or something. Masters and Jones..Jackson or something like that. Anyway, they are studying sex and well, I’ve always wanted to see what I look like.”
Swallowing hard, Jack’s throat seemed unnaturally dry and took swig from his beer. It was fascinating to think how out of the norm this behavior must have been. A lady back then was supposed to be pretty and not much else from what he heard. A lady back then certainly shouldn’t be talking about sex let alone do what he anticipated she would be doing. The confidence she had seem to shimmer through the screen. She made no excuses for her sexuality, her body, it was intoxicating. She had the screen presence of Marilyn, except this was just her unscripted. Feeling his chest expand as the need for air increased, Jack found himself a bit star struck, and a bit peeping Tomish, if that was even a word. The erotic tension and her sex appeal seemed to keep his sense of guilt at bay. He couldn't wait to see what happened next.
“We’ll cut right there doll, let you get ready.”
The film flashed white with the rough cut editing of the old celluloid. The new scene opened with the camera at the looking at the bottom of the bed. Slowly the view started to pan up inch by inch until her feet appeared. Slow rolling pan continued as the view changed. Feet to shin, shin to knee, knee to thigh. each moment reveling in the innate beauty of the female form. The camera continued to slowly drag it’s gaze to a place where no gentleman should have seen without a ring. Her hand playfully covers her most intimate of places in a coy ploy at modesty. The camera continues slowly over her hand and pelvis, over her belly button. He wasn’t sure if it was the black and white film or her skin, but it looked creamy, soft, kissable...delicious. Thoughts of what it would have been like to kiss his way up her body trickled down his spine like rain. What sort of moans would his lips elicit from her. The camera continue to pan up and the curve of her breast slowly appear like a morning sunrise. Leaning forward Jack couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The view crept at an agonizing pace. Jack’s chest rose and fell in an exaggerated manner as his breathing deepened. The camera reveals her arm modestly covering her breasts.
“Wow.” Escapes his lips as Jack is literally sitting on the edge of his seat. Eyes wide trying to take everything in as untoward thoughts exploded in his mind. This wasn't porn so much as erotic art.
Jack’s journey into the present day past continues as the home movie pulls him in further. Mae’s head tilted slightly exposing her neck, showcasing the spot where Jack’s lips wanted to be. The flirty coy twinkle in her eyes was accentuated by the vision of her biting her bottom lip. She knew what she was doing. She knew what she was doing was wrong, by traditional standards. She was perfectly comfortable at being the innocent bad girl. A slow zoom framing her face caught every detail of her. Mae looked directly at the camera. There was a giggle in the tone of her voice when she asked if she was pretty. But Jack saw something the belied her voice. The flirtatious twinkle had faded as there was a look of unnerving vulnerability she was trying to suppress.
His heart felt heavy that such a beautiful woman didn’t realize how beautiful she was, but seemed so much more than just beautiful. She needed to know that she didn’t have to defined by her sex appeal and settle to be a Stepford wife.
He couldn’t stop the words from being said. “You are beyond beautiful.”
“Thank you.” whispered through the projector’s speaker.
There was a newfound softness in her eyes as she tilted her head slightly and seemed to look right at Jack. His lips seemed impossibly dry beneath her lipstick stained lips and she licked them as her gaze seemed to hold his. The camera stayed zoomed in on her face. Her breath suddenly shortened and her eyes slowly closed as she bit her lip. He didn’t need to see what she was doing, to know exactly what she was doing. The close up was so intimate. How Mae breathed and the flush of her skin was apparent even in black and white. The flutter of her eyes and distinct gasp as her fingers found just the right spot. The camera seemed to become a direct extension of his eyes, panning and zoomed exactly where Jack wanted to see. The camera caught how her puckered nipple seemed to scream out for his lips as she arched her back and let out a moan. Watching her hand hidden behind her raised thigh as her hips rocked and moved in sync with her desires made Jack’s body respond in kind. He could taste the tension in her body. Every movement was a step closer to where she was headed. Every detail was captured by his eyes, or was it the camera? The lines of reality seemed to be blurred the closer she was to finding her release. The way her body moved and contorted was foreign yet a familiar dance. His eyes scanned up and down her imperfectly perfect form.
He could see the muscles in her thighs clench and then release. The beautiful sight of how her hand ran over her breast and squeezed would be etched in his mind forever. He memorized how her moans rumbled in her chest before rolling and breathing their way into life. The furrow of her brow when the pleasure was just intense enough to be beautifully uncomfortable and showcased the fleeting moments of such bliss. Nothing went unnoticed even the movement of how her lips and mouth moved with each different type of moan she shared. It was a beautiful symphony that keep building in intensity. That’s when the first wave hit. Her toes curled as her legs coiled back to her. Her mouth sputtered several short moans as her back arched and she finally cried out.
Suddenly the smell of cigarettes, musk and sandalwood fills Jack’s being as the black and white turned sepia and the contrast rose into the full prism of colors. The droplets of pleasure seemed to shimmer in the California sun that cast long shadows on the cabin walls. Maes eyes closed as her fingers continued to please. Her breath was short and her need was long. She partially opened her eyes to try to look at him. Her free hand caressing her breast as the pleasure her body was feeling was building. In a forced exhale “Jack” hung in the air as her lungs tried to breathe. The first wave had thundered through her like a hard of stallions running free. Her body was building, needing more.
“Jack, I need you now”
The husky rasp of her panting only accentuated the sensual pitch of her voice. Jack had to force a swallow so he could breath again. His hands were nearly shaking as the pent up desire screamed inside him, yearning to be released. His chest continued to heave like a blacksmith’s billow as Mae stoked the desire that raged within him. Jack felt himself twitch as Mae’s back jolted up as she pinched her nipple. He was beyond aroused and his body, was not only ready for her, but aching for her.
“Jacccccck” she moaned. “Pleeeeeeease I need you now.” she said in huffs of breath.
Jack hadn’t realized how hard he had been gripping the wooden armrest of this, apparently brand new, mid-century chair he found himself in. She was there, just a few short steps from him. He head spun like he had been out all night on a breakup bender. His body felt on fire. His muscles were straining like a tethered animal trying to break it’s leash.
“Ja..” her plea for him was cut short as her second orgasm rocked through her.
Jack pulled his shirt off over his head and quickly undressed as the sounds of her delight echoed in this California cabin. Jack wasted no time or amount of wasted motion to make his way to the end of the bed. Mae was laying there coming down off the high her body just enjoyed. She was still slowly rubbing needing more attention but as her other hand covered her forehead Jack could tell just how much her body had already enjoyed. Mae smiled as she saw him standing there naked, hard, wanting at the end of her bed. There was a happiness she felt in knowing she made him this aroused, that somehow her pleasure turned him on. The three other boys she had been with never looked at her like Jack was looking at her. She didn't feel like a means to an end or that her purpose was for his pleasure. She felt..she felt like a woman. His lust was blinding him but even in that, the way he looked at her made her feel powerful, even an equal to him. The feeling was so foreign yet so invigorating. With all Mae was feeling, what she was missing was feeling him. He was taking his time and it was killing her inside. She watched him lean down and kiss her leg. Each soft kiss of his lips traveled just a little further up her thigh. Her full breasts heaved as her chest rose and fell struggling for more oxygen. Through it all his eyes never left hers. None of her other lovers had kissed or like this, or kissed her where he was kissing her. The pillowy softness of his lips felt amazing against her tingling skin but she ached to feel him inside her. Mae’s breath caught as Jack’s lips pressed her clit. The sensation was incredible no man had ever kissed her like this. What was he doing? Why wasn't he inside her like all her other lover’s had been in a rush to do. Wasn’t she pretty enough to have sex with she wondered. Wasn’t she all dirty down there. She could feel the sticky sweetness of her first two orgasms. Maybe her cousin was right, that no man liked to be with a lady after she climaxes. That it was selfish of a woman to not be clean and that she should serve her man’s needs. Her only role that was to give her joy was to get pregnant and become a mom. Had she failed her new lover somehow?
The sudden pleasure was so intense Mae instinctively thrust her back towards the heavens as she felt his tongue flick her swollen and slightly sore clit. The pleasure shot through like a bolt of lightning. She felt hs arms and shoulder snake thier way under her legs as he pressed in closer. He was doing what no man had ever done to her, maybe even something no man should ever do to a woman. This was dirty. Why would he do this? This wasnt sex. She was so gross down there, at least that what she had always been taught. God had made all women dirty down there so men would only ever be tempted to be there to make a baby. Yet he he was. Her thought was cut short as another jolt of pleasure rocked through her as his tongue delved into her and his lips gave her clit a soft suck. Mae ran her hand over her breasts as her toes curled over his shoulders. She felt tiny firework popping off her skin. Moaning at this new sensation. She still wasn't sure what he was doing but knew it just felt too damn good to be bad. Biting her bottom lip she tried to hold back a moan but the pleasure tingled thru her light a spring rain falling on the tin roof of her childhood home.
Jack’s big hands sailed up her sides his fingers dancing over her ribs like wind over wind chimes.He pressed his face in closer relishing the taste of her. The momentary tangent of wondering how common cunnilingus was back in the 50s flew in and out of his thoughts. He had a inkling it was new to her or there was some trepidation but she seemed on board now and lost in the moment. At least he hoped. With the thought disappearing Jack continued to lick, suck, and enjoy pleasing Mae. Her sticky sweetness covered his face as he pressed in more. His tongue twisted, twirled, and licked her, delighting in her moans and how her body reacted. They both could feel her body preparing for another tidal wave of pleasure. Mae hips moved in unison with Jack’s tongue. Every lick and sensation made her forget everything else. She forgot how “dirty” an act this was, that this wasn’t something a lady or a gentleman ever did. All she felt was the tingling over her body, the feel of his cheeks against her thighs, and the delicious sensation of his tongue serving her. She moaned as her fingers, seemingly working independant of her brain, tugged and pulled at her nipple.
Gasping, as Jack’s tongue and lips continued their onslaught, Mae could feel herself losing control. She reached down clawing at Jack to get him closer. Jack winced as her fingernails dragged at the skin near his neck and shoulder blades. He could feel it was deep enough it would leave scratches but wasn’t enough to to break the skin. The pain was temporary as he focused completely on her. Hearing her breathing become deep and ragged. Feeling the tremors gathering to bring themselves together to rumble through her when the moment came. Mae’s hand found the back of his head and push him in deeper. Her other hand found the back of his head and she lost herself to time and space. Holding onto his head, her hips bucked and ground against him as her ass rose and fell on the bed. She kept starting to call out his name only to have her moans steal her breath.
Feeling her wild abandon and passion only fueled Jack’s want. He was unrelenting as he licked and sucked furiously tasting every drop as she would grind against his face. Jack found it so erotic and exciting feeling her hands grip the back of his head. He could feel her floating away to her own cosmos and her tether to reality was her grip on his head. The further she drifted the tighter she held on, the tighter she held on the more he felt connected to her. Her pleasure was fulfilling him in ways he could never convey or explain. The more he tasted the more she moaned, the more the moment was. It wasn’t just a physical act, it was deeper. Besides, there was a devilish thrill in hearing her moan, hearing her so overrun with pleasure she couldn’t even say his full monosyllabic name.Suddenly her thighs clenched around him as her hips bucks. That’s when her body let go as she flooded him with her pleasure. She screammed out his name as her body shuddered around and on him. Her finger digging into his head as her legs stiffened and her toes curled. Her entire body contracted and wrenched as each wave rode roughshod over her. Mae let go of Jack’s head and put one hand over her eyes as the cooldown slowly rippled through her. Her head was cloudy and unable to think, let alone comprehend what had just happened. She wasn’t sure what he had done, but she knew she liked it.
Feeling the heat rise from her skin, Mae tried to catch her breath. Jack got up a smiled at her from the end of the bed. Mae couldn't think but her eyes could drink in the sight of Jack. The pull and push of his leg muscles as he strode towards towards the chair. She full enjoyed the sculpt and curve of his behind as he stood there. She saw he pull out something from his tan leather wallet. The square object had crisp rich color and was like no wrapper she had ever seen. She watch as he pulled out a lightly colored ring. She was enthralled as she watched what he was doing, He pinched it then placed it on the head of his penis.and rolled it down the length of his erect shaft. It was a prophylactic, but unlike anyone she had ever seen. The color was so much more neutral, more natural than the rubbery beige that Jimmy Pesnick had used in the back of his dad’s ‘49 Plymouth wagon. Plus the one Jack had was individually wrapped, it wasn't just loose in the tin case like a sardine. It was all so foreign and wonderful to her. Her body was tired and her nerves were raw, but as she watched Jack’s erect penis bounce defiantly with each step towards her, none of it mattered. She needed to feel him inside her, at any and all costs.
Jack crawled up the bed and hovered over her. She could feel her body prepare for him. The wetness once again made her body come to this moment in time. His piercing blue eyes looked down at her and her heart jump started it’s pace. Her breathing automatically became harder to regulate. She could feel her breasts rise and fall as her chest slaved away at trying to feed her body enough oxygen. Jack leaned down and rested his lips against hers. His mouth parted slightly as the birth of a kiss came into life. She wrapped her arms around him trying to pull him closer. His kiss was firm, yet was full of tenderness. Hid body slowly compressed to hers. She felt the tip of him pressed against her, one slight movement and he would invade her, claim her as his lover. She would burn in hell for the sodomy his devil lips performed on her. She would lose all morality of engaging in such barbaric behavior out of wedlock.This was all so improper, this wasn’t what a lady was supposed to be like. Yet in that moment Mae realized the epiphany that had been lingering in her mind, it was ok for a woman to want and enjoy this, social propriety be damned. She didn’t have to be a lady to be a woman.
Her skin flush with passion, felt a surge in a new found confidence. She needed him inside her to complete her metamorphosis. She could taste herself in his kiss. She wasn't supposed to like it, but she found it erotic and hot in a new way. There was a pang of disappointment when Jack’s lips left her’s. A jolt zapped every nerve ending from her nipple to her thighs, when his lips tugged at her nipple. The shock wave woke her to the moment. Mae’s body was alert to every sensation, and as she opened her eyes there were the oceans of blue looking down at her. Her mouth opened and she let out a silent moan as she heard his moan engulf her when he finally pushed inside her. He stayed there, deep inside her, for a moment. He just paused to feel her body stretch and conform around him. There was a relief in finally sliding into her, a temporary reprieve from the endless throbbing Jack had felt from the start. The way her body griped him kept the pulsating throb at bay. The warmth of her was as calming as it was exciting. Inside her he felt so connected to Mae, like he was somehow an extension of her.
Their eyes remained locked as they slowly built a rhythm. Each descent into her pull a groan from deep inside Jack. Mae’s very breath shuddered and reverberated at the slow torture of the way he was pulling pleasure from her. Mae took great pleasure in watching Jack’s reactions and hearing his moans. There was a sense of empowerment she had never experienced before today. She was his pleasure, she was the reason he was hard. She wasn’t just a tool she felt how he saw her, he saw Mae. Her body was already tired and deliciously sore from all that she had already experienced, but she needed to feel him. She wanted to be the reason he exploded. She needed that affirmation she was sexy and beautiful, that she was desirable but was more than just an ends to a means. Her body was nearly spent but she needed to experience his release.
“I need you now Jack I can’t take much more, just give it to me.”
Before Mae could even think to be embarrassed about what she blurted out, Jack had pulled out and grabbed her hips. Before she knew what was happening, Jack’s hands gripped her, lifted her up and flipped her over like a pancake. Mae found herself face down on the mattress when Jack’s hands pulled her hips up enabling Mae to find balance with her knees spread. She felt the heel of hi palm knead her ass. She looks back over her shoulder to see what he is doing , and before she can ask she feels him plunge into her from behind. The sensation was so intense and new. Her head hangs exhausted as she grips the bed sheet and twists it as Jack find a tempo. She had never felt anyone this deep hitting these spots. The sound of their bodies colliding started to fill the room. She could hear how Jack’s breath came in more exerted huffs. The speed and forcefulness of his thrusts grew each time he moved in and out. Mae felt the impact force her forward again and again. Her breasts swung free grazing against the bed sheet. Time lost relevance and she knew was the seismic force of his thrusts and how it rippled through her. Back and forth he pistoned into her. He was close, though it felt like they had been doing this their whole lives. Jack’s breathing was heavy and labored yet he was unrelenting in his force. She felt him slam into her again and heard his grown. Her wish had been granted as he exploded inside her, Mae felt the sonic blast of his release and pumped herself back at him as he finished exploding over and over until he was spent. He held her hips and stayed inside her as they both tried to recover. She felt him grow soft inside her and gently fall from her. Jack pulls off the condom and throws it in the trash basket.
Exhausted and sated Mae lays there face down on the bed and hears Jack in the bathroom as the water runs. After a few moments she hears him approach. His fingertips barely touch her as they run up her calf and the back of her thigh.
“Mae..honey, can you roll over please.”
Exhausted, Mae manages to rolls over and sees Jack all cleaned up and holding a wet wash cloth. He leans down and dutifully washes her up as she was too tired to do it herself. What was with him she wondered. The three other guys were more worried about getting dressed and moving on than to linger around let alone take care of her. Hadn’t she already served her purpose? She knew with Jack that wasn't the case.Jack cleaned her up and tossed the washcloth on the bedside. Mae was astonished as Jack crawled into bed beside her. She instinctively rolled over and rested her head on his chest as she draped her leg over his. There was a new sense of calm, of contentment. She laid there and listened to his heartbeat. She was happy. Jack seemed happy. It all seemed so surreal.
The tingle of incredulity gnawed at the back of Jack’s mind that manifested itself verbally.
“Is this ever...was this..is this real?”
Mae looked up at him, lifting her head off his chest. She let her hand roam over his chest before continuing.
“Does it matter? In this moment. it is real to us isn’t it Now give the lady a kiss sweetie, make a girl’s day.”
Jack kissed her and they both got one last taste of her pleasure. She nestled her head back onto his chest and she closed her eyes as she listened to his heartbeat gradually calm. Her thoughts slowed as his fingers sailed through her hair like a summer breeze thru the wheat fields.She drifts off to sleep as Jack’s eyes grew heavy with contentment. He breathes her in one more time as the warmth of her soft skin warms him like sunshine thru a window. Jack ‘s eyes grow heavy with peaceful contentment. Feeling her sleeping in his arms was surreal and wonderful. An exhausted smile crosses his face, as sleep overtakes him.
The sound of the the film spinning around the reel over and over again was a wake up call. Jake tried to regain his bearings as the rhythmic thumping sounded like a flat tire. Jack takes a long exhale and stretches as the thoughts of the dream he just had collide with getting back to the real world. The scent of sandalwood lingers on his clothes. As he stands, Jack feels a twinge near his neck and shoulder blades. Trying to contort and manipulate his arm and hand, he reaches back to see to where the stinging sensation was. To his surprise he feels scratches on both sides, trailing down his shoulder blades. His mind raced and wondered if that all really happened, and if so, what did the other movies in the trunk entail?
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Failure to Launch - SapioGurl
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Posted:Jan 20, 2017 5:02 am
Last Updated:Jun 13, 2019 3:20 pm
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I posted this on my amazing friend's (SapioGurl) blog. If you havent checked out her blog I highly recommend it its full of all sorts of naughty and fun posts. She was kind enough to enjoy one of my posts on her blog she recommended I post it here. This was in response to her Failure to Launch post about procrastinating.Failure to Launch
It was a warm summer night
where the moon shone full and bright
a perv decided to go for a stroll
for sitting at home watching porn became rather droll
there was no reason nor rhyme
to his intent or the length of time
he let his feet carry him and fro
not sure where quite where he would go
he decided to go down to the boardwalk
to watch and listen to the tourists chatter and talk
so many pretty ladies all kissed by the summer sun
and damn imagining having sex with them was rather fun
all so pretty and sexy in thier own special way
hot damn look at that ass i could just bite and spank it all the live long day.
his feet strode by each wooden plank
and some of these ladies would definately make thier way into his spank bank
he didnt mean to objectify or demean
but his horniness was the only though his mind could gleen.
Thats when he saw her walk that way.
wow is the single word he actually did say.
large breasts had always been a big weakness he had
been that way since he was the smallest of lad
her cleavage was more radiant and full than the moon
the buldge in his pants grew all too soon
the way her breasts jiggled and danced
made the tights grow that much more uncomofortable within his pants
he wanted to touch to lick to kiss to suck
what he wouldnt give just for one night they could fuck
that was the last thought he had before getting into an ambulance i fear
for it is so important to remember to know where is the end of the pier
so no matter how big and bouncy some boobies may be
remember its great to look but where you are going is what you should see.
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The Seemingly Long Drive
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Posted:Jan 13, 2017 4:07 am
Last Updated:May 27, 2017 12:55 am
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It felt like
several lifetimes had passed
in the moments since
they had seen each other last.
Time,
work,
commitments,
responsibilities.
Words and deeds
that inflate
the distance between them
till they are back
within each other’s arms.
Following
the flashing yellow lights
and the gnashing teeth
of the plow truck
lumbering before him,
will not deter him
from the few precious moments
he will have with her.
The light snow
drifts and dances
in the dark early morning hour.
The store is darkened
to prevent any
early morning commuters
from wanding in
as she prepares
the store.
She sees
the comet glow
of the headlights
as they streak across
the walls of the store,
heralding his arrival.
She is out the door
as he step out
from his car.
Kindred smiles
cross their face
as they approach each other.
This was where she worked
so his lips
would be denied
the satisfaction,
they always felt
when they met hers.
The adoring intimacy
of his arms
would make up for
the lack of passion
their lips would
not be able to enjoy.
The winter air was aggressive
in its bitter cold
trying to manipulate
its way into their bones.
The two
held each other
as one.
Time,
work,
commitments,
responsibilities,
even the rattling cold
melted away
the moment
their arms found each other.
The flickering exterior light
caught the gradual descent
of the small dancing flakes of snow.
The distant gnashing
of the snowplow a blade
tried to pull them
from this moment.
The sights
and sounds of the world
could not pierce
this tiny universe
that these two
had made together.
His arms
coiled around her
pulling her
as close as
he could get her.
She clung to him
surrendering her world
to him.
Whispers of
I missed you,
and
I missed you too
swirled around them
amongst the hovering snowflakes.
The two forms
Conjoined as one wintery shadow.
The world continued on
as their own
little world
stood still.
He held her close
as his hand
slid over her hair,
before cradling her head.
Their eyes were closed,
but their vision
was never more clear.
The bodies
breathed the other in
as the winter weather
never breached
their private little world.
The moments were fleeting
and they desperately
ached for it to last
even a few moments more.
Their grip
upon each other loosens
and their hands slide down
until they find each other.
The relief
of seeing each other
quiets a hunger
that constantly bubbles
just under the surface
in their everyday lives.
Softness is shared
in each other's face.
Adoration is silently talked about
through each other's eyes.
There is something
so inherently beautiful
about her,
that surpasses
any physical traits.
She is not perfect
but seemingly perfect for him.
He can't stop what
his hand does next.
The moments
between seeing each other
Is far too many breathes
and memories to bare.
He must make sure
the beautiful soul
before him is indeed real
and not just his mind
wishing what it wants.
His hand
slowly reaches out
till his fingertips
gently touch her face.
He had reached out to her
as if a dream
only to have the dream be real.
The weight
of science and his reality leaves him.
Its as if his body
is slowly floating away
like a red balloon
into the blue July summer sky.
He didn't seem to be
in his own body
as he stood there mesmerized
nearly merging into her soul.
There was peace.
There was joy.
There was serenity.
All those feelings,
there coursing into him
as his fingers gently
drifted down her face
like tears of joy,
or petals
from a flower.
She would later tell him
how she melted
as she watched
the softness in his eyes
as she felt him
touch her soul.
For now she could see
just how beautiful she was
to him.
He touched her
but surrendered
a part of himself
forever hidden away
to anyone else but her.
She saw the sincerity
of all those words he spoke before.
She never saw the beauty
of herself
that he always spoke of,
until that moment.
But those were words
to be texted
and spoken of later.
In this moment
they were one.
Not in the physical
metaphysical ways
they have shared in the past.
No this was something
just as precious,
just as memorable.
He touched her face
and opened the door
to just what the other
truly sees
in the other.
Books and movies
try to recapture moments like this,
but words would always fall short,
save when they tell each other
I miss you.
The road awaits him
and work needs to be done
so she can open the store
in time for the early morning commuters.
One last hug is shared
as neither one
wants to leave the other.
“Thank you.”
He says with a smile.
She says
all she needs to say
and all he needs to hear,
within just a look.
Then her smile prefaces
a verbal
“Thank you.”
He is so adorable in her eyes,
she forever irresistible in his.
“Go before i hug you again
and never let go”
he says with a chuckle.
He stands there
peppered with white flakes
as he watches her
go back into the store.
Sliding into his car,
he starts the engine
and regrettably
pulls away.
Every morning
the empty pre dawn commute
seemed longer
than the actual time.
But the memory
of her beautiful face
and the soul enriching glow
of holding her,
for even the few brief moments
made sure
the seemingly long drive
was a price worth paying
till they saw each other again.
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Book Night - Foreword
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Posted:Jan 3, 2017 7:21 pm
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John clicked the remote to close the garage door, got out and grabbed the paper bag. The paper bag in his arm crinkled and shifted forward and back as he shut the door behind him. The sounds of the ladies laughing in the living room greeted him making him sure his entrance would go unnoticed. Gently pushing the empty bottle to the side, he placed the bag down on the dark granite countertop. Pulling the bottles out of the paper bag he could sense the ladies were in rare form tonight. Then again maybe this is always how Book Night went after he retreated to his man cave or went out, then again maybe it was because Patricia and Sally weren’t here. He could feel his shoulders tighten and knot up at the mere mention of Sally. She was about as blunt as railroad sledgehammer. Mindlessly opening the drawer to where the corkscrew should have been, John kept thinking about Sally. What was her deal anyway? She never laughed and she was about as friendly as a rabid wolverine. There weren’t many people he didn’t like and she was at the top of the list. She was supposed to be attractive but something about her made her so unappealing. He had no idea what Holly saw in her outside them working together. She just needed to get laid or something. That very thought sent shivers down his spine, oh that poor man. The slow squeak and loud pop of the cork snapped him out of his thoughts.
He was so busy in his ranting about Sally he hadn’t noticed the ladies had made the fifteen foot trek from sofa to the kitchen until he felt Holly’s hand on his shoulder. He turned around and gave Holly a quick peck. “Sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt Wine Drinking night, I mean Book Night” he drawled in an overacted sarcastic tone. “But I brought the supplies so you lovely ladies can enjoy your evening of Riesling err reading.”
Holly just rolled her eyes despite John chuckling. He always found himself very funny regardless what everyone else thought. Holly had been listening to his bad puns and dorky humor for what seems like forever, for as long as there was a John & Holly. Then again that ability to be goofy, to make her laugh, and smile was part of John’s charm. Like anyone he had his faults and he gave her plenty of fodder when the ladies got together and gossip about their husbands and boyfriends. Yet, she knew he always put her first and she always felt safe and loved whenever she got to be in his arms.
John turned to Monique and lifted one of the bottles of wine he had just just opened. He couldn’t help but smile when he looked at her beautiful face. Damn she looked beautiful tonight, she did every night for that matter he imagined. Her skin looked so soft, flawless and delicious, like it was warm chocolate just before it started to set. The plunging neckline of her top showcased her cleavage like it was to be conscripted to hang in the Sorbonne.He made sure not to look but just knew it was there. She had a way about her that was upbeat, fun, flirty, erotic that it was both hard and effortless to be around her. John was sure the kindred bond he had with her was one sided, that the constant banter and flirting they shared was just her kind nature enjoying and appeasing her best friend’s husband. Yet to him, everything just seemed to be natural and effortless like there was a natural synchronized cadence between them that peeled back his walls. But being that close to someone that gorgeous and that he had an overpowering attraction to was beyond temptation. He felt like he could always just be his natural self with her, yet how could he with morality and societal norms having such rigid barriers.
John felt his cheeks smiling wide to the point they ached. He figured he must look like an idiot with such a broad smile plastered to his face so he tried his best to deflect the attention into a different light. “Monique I got you your Gee..geee...um.. gee-whata-miner....Gee whatchamacall it. That is your favorite right?”
Monique smiled “Yes thank you Johnny” she slowed to enunciate that Gewurztraminer was indeed her favorite.
“Gesundheit” John chuckled with a cheshire cat grin. Monique hid how impressed she was he knew her favorite type of wine and gave a playful shove to his shoulder. “You are so bad Johnny.” The scene looked like it belonged on an elementary school playground where the boy teased the girl and the girl failed to hide how much she liked it. Monique was the only person he let call him Johnny. Somehow the way she said it made him feel a little flash of excitement.This was always how it was between the two. There was an instant chemistry and ease of being since they first met. This was a quick snapshot of time but the jolt of energy that coursed through Monique’s hand and crackled and tingled down John’s spine seemed to linger inside for several breaths. He was so enamoured with her that her very touch decalcified every bone within him. She had such a free way about her. He had watched several boyfriends come and go over the years they have known each other. All would be suitors were all very handsome, dapper but more player than boyfriend material. There was a fierceness of will within her yet she was so sweet, some seem to prey on that. Monique was fairly reserved and he suspected someone really broke her heart years ago but there was a kindness and sincerity about her that she couldn't hide to those that looked. Damn if that sweet soul wasn’t inside a body built for sin. John couldn’t count the amount of times he had to stop himself from looking at her cleavage because he knew one look and his eyes would be lost there until someone noticed. She had curves that made your knees go weak if you followed them from head to toe. Her soft creamy mocha coffee skin begged to be caressed. Luckily filling up the glass of wine mercifully snapped John out of his lustful internal rambling, otherwise he would have gone on all night just thinking about everything, seen and unseen, he found so attractive about her. He would never act on his urges, but make no mistake not acting on his wants didn’t mean he didnt have numerous desires involving her. They were close friends and that’s all they would ever be.
“For you two beauties I picked up these two beautiful Pinot Noir.”
“Dear Lord John, three bottles of wine for three ladies. What are you trying to do? Trying to get us all drunk or what.” The tone of Holly’s voice immediately put John on the defensive. John quickly surveyed the ladies faces, unsure if this was a joke or if was some sort of Y chromosome blindness he had stepped into. The faces that had been laughing and having a great time were suddenly stoic and his eyes quickly started trying figure out what went wrong and felt like he need to start pleading forgiveness.
“No...no..I… I figured the” swallowing hard he continued “I figured one of the Pinots would be more than enough for both of you and the second one would be so we already had a full bottle for next time. I figured Monique’s bottle would keep until next time.” His sad puppy eyes, again quickly darted between each of the ladies faces, trying to assess where he went wrong , how much trouble he was in. Several moments of heavy silence ensued. “I’m sorry I didn’t…” That’s when he saw Monique and Andrea’s lips struggling to hide the smile. The apologetic look was changed to one of bewilderment as John shook his head hoping that would jar some understanding into his head.
Holly laughed and walked over placed both hands on his cheeks and kissed him. “We were just messing with you hun, you are so adorable.” Blinking a few times as his mind struggled to process all the data and catch up, John finally breathed a sigh of relief and could feel the tension deflate from his body and the embarrassment at his childlike naivety make his cheeks blush. “You naughty ladies got me good.” Giving Holly a playful spank “You are lucky you have two beautiful ladies here to protect you, not sure what I would do but it would be something.” Laughing at himself allowed him to fully regain his composure. “See now after that I am tempted not to give naughty ladies the snacks I so thoughtfully got for you”. Turning his back in mock disgust he overacted, crossed his arms and held his head up extremely high like a pouty princess.
In stereo and baby tone voices both Monique and Andrea said “awwwww” and went over and started caressing his shoulders and back. The touch of their hands made him feel like a hydroelectric generator that just kicked on. The sudden surge of electricity that shot through him made it hard for him to focus let alone keep up the act. Andrea’s sultry whisper rang in his ear. “Do you feel better now handsome. You know you can’t be upset with us.”
John couldn’t help but nervously chuckle and turn around. He paused to allow his heart rate return to normal after it sped up when he felt Andrea’s breath against his neck. “Of course. How on Earth could anyone really be upset with you lovely ladies. You are each a force of nature and when you get together well we all know lil ol’ me can’t resist ya.” He couldn’t ever stop himself from flirting with Monique or Andrea. Why does Holly have to have such hot friends the Jiminy Cricket in his head cursed. He counted his blessings Holly put up with him. “Anyway...you ladies go sit down get comfortable and I will bring some snacks out so you can do...well do whatever you do during your book club”.
He smiled and gave Holly a wink as he watched them walk past the dining table and then into the living room. He opened the fridge and pulled out the cheese and snack pepperoni. He grabbed the orange pineapple juice and rattled the little amount that was left around inside the carton trying to judge how much was left. He unscrewed the top and looked down thru it like he was looking down a barrel. There was barely half a serving left but years of domestication, or non caveman like manners as Holly put it, stopped him from drinking it straight from the carton. He pulled out a glass, poured the juice in and downing it like a shot and slid the glass towards the sink. He proceed to arrange the platter with crackers, pepperoni slices, cheese, some berries, and other fruit on the platter. He popped a slice of pepperoni into his mouth and took the platter into the living room.
“Here you go ladies. Now you have food to have along with your wine as you have your fifty shades of naughtiness book review. Enjoy.”
“You know John” Andrea said as she put her wine down, crossed her legs, and leaned forward slightly to look up at at him and to make sure she had his full attention.. “After reading this book we’ve been discussing everyone the Top 5 celebrity lists and you definitely seem to have a type. Yet Holly says if you could have a real life Top 5 hall pass you would only have a top two and it would be me and Monique.”
Mortified, John froze like a buffering video file. He felt every drop of blood drain from his entire body and his jaw unhinge from its joint as his jaw hit the floor. He couldn’t have heard that right. His brain shut down and whatever the ladies were now saying was incoherent babble his ears and brain simply didn’t have the bandwidth to process. White noise stung his ears. He stumbled back two half steps as fight or flight short circuited and simply remaining upright was a struggle as an introvert’s worst nightmare became realized. He was in such a daze he wasn’t sure if his body even remembered how to breathe. Saying he was stunned didn’t do justice to how he felt. His eyes scanned the room and all the colors and shapes were distorted, he couldn’t comprehend what he heard or interpret what his eyes saw let alone analyze. He took another step back not sure what to do. Should he feel embarrassed? Betrayed? Shame? He wanted to leave but he just, just literally did not know how. How on earth will he ever be able to face these ladies ever again?
His feet seemed to recover quicker then his mind and stumbled their way out of the room and down the hallway to towards the entryway and stairs. It felt like every drop of blood drained from his face and became cement in his feet. What the hell just happened. Was this a bad dream. He still couldn’t believe the nightmare was real and it all really just happened. Each footstep and breath echoed inside him but with such a dull clarity it all seemed surreal. How could the numbness he felt be so painful. The emotions came in tidal waves. Embarrassment weighed him down as he grabbed the banister to head upstairs. Then rage at how Holly could do such a hurtful thing. It was one thing to admit to your spouse you found someone else very attractive, but it was a whole different level of fucked up to then tell those people you would fuck them if given a hall pass opportunity. John was wounded, embarrassed and sad that he probably just lost two friends he actually enjoyed spending time with. The emotions and self monologue had been drowning out Holly’s voice for who knows how long.
Holly placed her hand on John’s wrist as he took his third step up the stairs. “John.” He stopped but didn’t turn around. “John.” She kept her hand on his wrist and placed her hand on his back. He instinctively moved away from her touch. “Bear, please.” She knew he was pissed and hurt but he stopped. “Please just stop and let’s talk about this it’s not what you think.” She knew well enough to leave it at that and give him time, for his anger to be realized and then dissipate. She kept her hand on his hand but had let go of his wrist. Several agonizingly quiet minutes passed before John calmed down enough, turned around and fell into a sitting position on the stairs. His eyes staring at individual fibers of the carpet on the stairs but not really seeing anything.
“Oh my big strong teddy bear” her eyes welled up a little when she saw how hurt and confused he really was. Softly putting her hands upon his cheeks, “Honey. You know I would never do anything to hurt you and this isn’t what you think.” She pressed her forehead to his and they just stayed there silently for several minutes. They let their breathing align and she lifted his chin. “Honey look at me.” John resisted because he felt so raw it pained him to be this exposed even to the love of his life. Holly kept her hand below his chin maintain the physical contact. John finally looked up at her. He hated feeling this exposed this raw to the point he was numb with pain. “Stay right here ok.” Taking his half hearted blink as his agreement she went back into the living room and grabbed her book. Pulling out her bookmark she handed it to him. “You remember this right.” He looked at the homemade Queen for the Day coupon and shook his head side to side and acquiesced. “Yes.”
“Honey do you trust me”.
John just nodded agreement.
“Honey” Holly pause and searched his eyes and held his gaze. “Do you trust me.”
He reply was a very meek “Yes.” with a long pause before he finished “always.”
Holly kissed him on his lips as he sat there fairly detached from the world. “Take a few minutes and come back to the living room it will all be ok my big sweet bear.”
John sat there waiting for the numbness to drain from him but it felt like it was taking forever till his head cleared.He had probably counted each fiber of the carpet between his feet one hundred times if he had done it once.
“Johnny”
Her voice was even softer than normal and he felt what must have been every drop of his blood rush and set his skin ablaze.Waves of embarrassment and terror crashed against him like a maelstrom against the ship’s hull. Each soft step she took as she rounded the banister was like the click of the of a trigger as the firing squad took aim.
“Monique, I just want to say”
Monique cut him off. “Hush yourself, now scoot over”
John couldn’t bring his mind to quite understand. He moved over and made room for her to sit down. She sat down next to him, and they just sat there before she leaned against him. The silence was welcomed because then he didn’t have to talk about it. Yet the silence was like a hanging guillotine. John took a deep breath and started to apologize only to have Monique stop him before he even started. He didn’t hear her say Johnny when she took his hand. All he knew in that moment was the flash of warmth flood thru him. Each pounding heartbeat made the heat pulsate from his core.
“You trust Holly right Johnny.”
“Of, of course.” He said as he kept his gaze to the step.
Placing her other hand onto his, “Do you trust me Johnny?”
The softness and almost innocence in the vulnerability of her tone softened the tension in his muscles and made him realize he had been clenching his teeth. Despite his terrifying level of embarrassment and guilt, he turned towards her and looked her in her eyes. He got lost in the rich brown hues of her eyes for several moments before he collected himself.
“Yeah..yes I do.”
Running her hand down his cheek she smiled and he was felt the urge to blush in the way she was looking at him. It was, his brain tried to decipher the message but was still off balance, it was adoration he saw in her gaze.
“You are such a sweet sweet man. You know that don’t you Johnny. You’ve always be the one I could always depend on, more than you know.”
He had a hard enough time handling compliments and his mind was fumbling a response when she leaned in and kissed him. Her lips felt even softer than they looked. His hand cradled the back of her head as he melted into her. Their lips parted as if they had done this a thousand times before. They explored each other and feed of each other’s desires. His heartbeat was undeniable and he feared it could be heard from miles away. Holly!
The thought of Holly made John pull away like a rubber band snapping back into position.
“Oh my god Monique I am so sorry I never meant… I shouldn’t… I am so sorry...I didn’t mean to kiss you I …” His apologetic babbling was cut short when he saw the look on her beautiful face.
“Ya goof, I kissed you” she chuckled. “I have been wanting to do that for longer than you can imagine. This is the part where you trust me”
She gave him a wink and a smile, got up, took his hand and started walking, making him follow before his brain could catch up and question what was happening. Confused he held onto her hand and followed. She held his hand with some real meaning the whole way into the living room. Bring him into the middle of the room, there he could see the ladies had made good use of the wine. Andrea and Holly turned towards John.
“So teddybear here’s the deal. I am cashing in my coupon but I think you are getting the better end of the deal.”
Andrea leaned forward again, partial to make sure John was focused on her, but also to give him a clear view of her cleavage. “We’ve read this book and well it’s garbage but it has given us some ideas. Your rockstar of a wife has been very gracious in helping us all.” pausing to find the right words Andrea decided to be her usual blunt self. “Ok here’s the deal we all think you there is no one better to help us try some new things. You are going to be our boytoy and you are gonna love every minute of it. See simple.”
Holly had a bit of a buzz from the wine and laughed. “Drea you are about as subtle as a tank that why I luv ya.”
Both Holly and Andrea set down their nearly empty glasses of wine and made their way to John.
Holly looked at John and smiled and gave him a playful wink. “It’s a win-win for everyone hun. It’s ok. Here is what’s going to happen. We are going to blindfold you and you will do as you are instructed. You will only address us by our titles. I am your Queen, Andrea is your Goddess and Monique is your Muse. You will do as you are instructed. Do you understand?”
“Yes honey”
Holly reached out cupping and squeezing his groin causing him to let out an uncomfortable groan. “Yes what?” she barked.
“Yes my Queen.” He said letting out a breath as she released him from her iron grasp.
“Good boytoy.” Holly praised.
Forever the assertive one Andrea, pulled his shirt out from his jeans. “Time to lose the close there boytoy.” With that she pulled the shirt up forcing John to raise his arms so she could pull the shirt completely off. With his shirt removed, he stood there like Ulysses strapped to the mast falling prey to the sirens call.
The three ladies had made good use of the wine to grease any inhibitions they had. Six hands gently slid all over his bare chest, arms and back. He felt like a piece of meat at first, but the sensation of their hands against his skin made him fly. It was like their soft touch was melting into him like warm butter on fresh baked bread straight from the oven. John’s head was spinning from the sight, sounds and sensation of these three nymphs dancing around him. Somehow one of them had already made short work of his belt.John stood there as he felt their hands removing any barriers to their fantasies. Nimble fingers had loosened his belt and pulled it from the waistband with a hiss. His pants and underwear.were wrangled down to the floor.
“Step out of them” his Queen commanded, and he complied.
Andrea pulled out the blindfold and walked behind John and proceeded to remove his sense of sight. “There can you see?’”
“No my Goddess I can’t” John answered with a hint of trepidation.
There he stood naked and blind to the three ladies that he never wanted to resist.
His hands instinctively went to cover himself. The instructions were quick to come to make sure he was fully exposed. He couldn't stifle the moans as fingers ran over his rigid desire. The ladies seemed to delight in making it twitch and jump as their fingers tease or they leaned down and gently blew on it. He could feel their eyes on him. It felt like sunshine, it was an intense nearly burning heat yet joyous. Hands continue to roam all over him as their fingertips trace every fiber and edge from his thighs to his face. He felt like a desert about ready to be devoured. The slap to his ass, stirred his consciousness and allowed him to refocus.
The ladies spent several more moments letting their eyes and hands roam over their toy. John was instructed to kneel on the floor and he complied. Sitting on his heels but with a straight back he wondered what was happening next. The hushed tones of the ladies didn't help clarify their plans. After several minutes of chatting and enjoying themselves, his Queen instructed him to lay down on the floor. His first duty was going to begin.
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Tonight
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Posted:Dec 29, 2016 6:58 pm
Last Updated:May 7, 2017 4:46 am
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Hanging up his coat
and setting his briefcase down
just inside the study,
he hears her call to him
asking about his day.
She had made it home first
and had started supper.
Without a word
he strides towards her.
“On your knees.”
The calmness of his tone
was as unnerving
as a sociopath’s guille.
His words
left no room,
save compliance.
She dropped to her knees
and watched him
approach closer,
and closer still.
Soon her towered over her.
Silently standing.
There was a subdued rage
that made her bite her lower lip
in anticipation
of whatever may come next.
His eyes were soft
yet still had a hint
of predatory intent.
The back of his fingers
slid down her cheek,
sending a rush of warmth
and sense of contentment
thru her body.
Dinner continued
to sizzle on the stovetop
just several feet from them.
She watched
as he unzipped his pants
and pulled out
the part of him
her hedonist side craved.
She couldn’t stop herself
from licking her lips,
wanting a taste.
It was right there in front of her mouth.
Hard.
Bulging.
Ready.
Sitting on her heels,
she looked up at him.
Her eyes pleading.
This wasn’t what she had planned,
but here he was,
revealing to her
what she really wanted.
His body towered
over her
like a giant monolith.
She felt his hand caress
and flow down her hair.
His thumb caressed her face
running along her cheekbone.
She look towards the sky
and all she saw
was the blue of his eyes
watching over her.
She grabbed him
by the base
and guided her mouth
around him.
His fingers raked
across her scalp
as she moves back and forth
over his swollen desire.
His hand grips
the back of her head
and pushes her
onto him over and over .
She feels her wetness building
as she enjoys
the sinful pleasure they both share.
She is craving
for all of him.
She want to hear his moans
to look up and see him
dizzy with desire.
Her chest struggles
to breathe enough air
as she sucks him.
Her nipples pucker
at the notion
she is pleasing him.
She want to feel her reward
explode inside her mouth.
His hand forces her onto him
even further.
Her skin is ablaze
with fiery passion.
She wanted him,
her body needed him.
He pulled her head back
off of him and took a step back.
His rigid cock
stood proudly
in defiance of her.
It was soaked
in her lustful attention.
It taunted her
just out of reach
of her lips and tongue.
Leaning down over her
he lifts up her chin
to hold her eyes in his gaze.
He holds the gaze
reminding her
how he lords over her.
The silent furious passion
in his eyes
rattles inside her core.
He has said everything,
barely uttering a word.
This was his way
of showing her
exactly how
tonight would be.
He steps back
pushing himself
back inside his pants.
Zips up and makes himself presentable.
He turns
and leaves her there
on her knees,
as he goes to wash his hands
and set the table.
Like someone
slowly turning up the volume
to the rest of the world
she could now hear
supper still sizzling
upon the stovetop.
She licked her lip
and tasted him.
Her heart rate
gradually slowed to normal.
Her nipples
still poked
at the fabric
of her bra.
The wetness between her thighs
would drive her crazy
and be unsatisfied
until he took care of her.
So this is how it will be,
tonight.
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Cry One Tear For Us
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Posted:Nov 15, 2016 6:21 pm
Last Updated:Oct 5, 2017 11:47 am
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He looked her
in the eyes
to convey his understanding
and sincerity.
“There is no rush
We can try this
Any time you think
You are ready to explore.
We can find out anytime,
if you say what you want
is truly
what you want.”
Her affirmation
hid her excitement
as much as her nervousness
about the unknown.
She had to remind herself
this was her idea,
her curiosity.
His eyes watched her
sensing the unspoken
inner turmoil she was wading through.
Running the back of his fingers
down her cheek,
his tone was low and steady.
“I know you trust me
look inside and ask
if you trust yourself.
Either way I am here.
If you are uncertain,
simply lay your head on my shoulder
and my arms will wrap around you
and hold you tight.
If you are ready,
then show me.
Get down on your knees.”
She wanted to be bad,
but her upbringing
was scratching
at the peeling wallpaper
in the back of her mind.
Guilt and shame rushed forth
the more she scratched.
This wasnt how women
were supposed to act.
We are supposed to be strong,
independant,
masters of our own fate.
Amazon warriors
ready to break the glass ceiling.
Not to be kingmakers
but to be Queens.
What kind of self respect woman
would ever
volunteer to set feminism back centuries
by being property.
This isn’t
what she should be wanting.
She was more than
just some physical release,
Where was the love
where was the companionship
in being his…
his whatever he wanted.
She felt the flush heat
as her heart rate spiked
and her chest began to heave
as it pulled in more oxygen.
She couldn’t look at him
as the shame engulfed her mind.
She was better than this.
She was a strong,
self sufficient,
loving,
educated woman.
Only sluts and deviants
have theses desires,
she was raised to be a lady.
What was wrong with her?
Was she broken?
She unconsciously
put her hand
upon his chest,
almost more for support.
The world
somehow hushed
as she felt and heard him.
His breathing
as his chest rose and fell
like a blacksmith’s bellow.
His heartbeat,
elevated and steady
yet soothing
as a lullabye.
Keeping her hand
upon her chest
she leaned back
to look at him.
There he was.
Concern,
caring,
and acceptance
scrawled
all over his face.
He was a rock
that gave her
a foundation
on which to start.
Her shame
her doubt
fell to the floor.
Nervousness
still fired through
every nerve ending in her
but she felt a calm
as she stood there with him.
She slowly knelt before him.
Looking up at him,
she opened her mouth.
“Go ahead”
were the words she
gratefully enjoyed hearing.
She unbuckles his belt,
unzips,
grabs his pants
and underwear
and pulls them down
to his ankles.
She looks up at him
and sees how attentively
he is watching her.
Her eyes asks
what her mouth doesnt not.
His eyes give her
the permission she seeks
as his frame
looms over her.
Slowly twirling her tongue
around the head
She hears his soft moan
as her first reward
for her devotion.
She feels
his semi hard state
calcify and harden
within her warm mouth.
Slowly
sliding her lips around him
and then up and down him
she savors
the salt of his skin.
Her mouth wets
his silky rigid skin.
Her lips conform
to his form
as she draws her head back.
She feels every contour
every bulge
until her lips
slid of the tip.
Looking up at him,
her look tells him
she is ready.
His smile is soft
as she parts her lips
and he rests upon them.
She sees the softness
tempering
the raging desire
within his eyes.
She finds comfort
when his fingers
runs through her hair.
Several times
his fingers comb thru.
It’s almost hypnotic
in the way it soothes.
She licks her lips
as the head
is pressed against them.
His fingers
meander
through her hair
once more.
Without warning
his soothing hand
is a near vice
as he presses her face
flush against his pelvis.
Her jaw
opening as wide as it can
her tongue trying
to get out of the way
of his cock
as it wiggles
its way to her throat.
She tries to gag
but it’s to no avail
as his hand holds her to him
and his curved shaft
has nowhere else
to go
but further in.
She feels her chest
heave desperately
trying to breathe
as it rises and falls
for a seven count
before she gasps
as he slides out.
Two quick breaths
was not enough time
for her to fully recover
as his hips thrust forward.
She closes her mouth
the best she can
as he slams
into her
over and over again.
Her mouth
was now his fuckhole.
She tried to breath
through her nose
as she moaned and murmured
as he slid
back and forth inside her mouth.
She felt her scalp
tightening and being stretched
as he grabbed
a fistful of her hair
and twisted slightly.
His hips continued
to thrust forward.
The primitive bass
in his voice
was a register
she had never heard him use before.
But there was no confusion
in his command.
“Suck it.”
She did as she was told.
sucking twirling
sliding up and down him.
Her heart was racing
as she reveled in tasting him.
Worshipping
the magnificent gift
she had in her mouth
like it was a golden idol,
she enjoyed the sounds
they both made.
She felt the sharp pain
as he yanked her head
off of him
by the fistul of hair
he held.
She looked up
at the shadowy figure
that towered above her.
All she saw was two flames
raging like an inferno
looking down at her.
His grip loosened
and she quickly went back
to what she savored to taste.
She sucked frantically
only to have her head
yanked back again.
The scene repeated,
Suck and yank,
suck and yank.
A loud pop
would ricochet
around the room
everytime
her lips
were yanked
from around his swollen want.
His hand
felt like a big bear paw
on the back
of her head.
She was shoved
back and forth on him
the sounds she made
as she took him in
were almost
a dyslexic symphony.
She could feel the glow
of her enjoyment,
just the physical intensity
didn’t allow her brain
to process any of it yet.
Her body
was responding
to this new adventure.
Her nipples ached
wanting attention
despite knowing
right now
they would go unsatisfied
Her hand had somehow
made it’s way
between her thighs
as she had been
wiggling and rapidly shifting weight
back and forth
to rub
her very wet pussy.
His hips
were frantic
and all her mouth could do
was willingly take
the decadent punishment
of his desire.
She was being used.
All that seemed to matter
was his pleasure.
She gave up her willingness
to ask for something else.
This is what she wanted.
Not to be an soulless cumdump
But his cumdump.
There was a rush of joy
riding shotgun
with the wave of endorphins
that were coursing thru her.
She didnt sense
his worry about being to rough.
She would never know
his fear
that somewhere
she would later resent him
for being what seemed
at best callous.
He cared for her
and all he wanted
was to take this journey
with her.
Just so he could make her happy.
She wouldn't ever
know these things
and now
he was to wrapped up
in the pleasure of her
to feel
and think these things.
She was too far gone
in their journey
to even know anything,
but what it felt like
to have his hungry cock
tormenting her mouth.
He was close.
She knew the sound he made
when he was close.
The air itself
seemed to cast a haze.
He hadn’t even yet tried
what she had secretly wanted to try.
This was all just too soon to end.
He leaned into her,
all ten of his fingers
digging into
the back of her head.
She looked up at him
as she gagged and choked
on him.
His brow furrowed
with intense focus
as he watched her
struggle to find a way
to breath and take him in.
She couldn't help
her body’s self preservation
as her head tried to
bounce and get away
from the danger
of him being so deep
into the back of her throat.
Her lungs struggle to get enough air.
The pain
was deliciously exquisite.
Her eyes began to water.
And then it happened.
A solitary tear
broke free
and ran down her face.
He immediately pulled out.
Letting her desperately breathe.
She took several sharp breaths
and chased his cock
into her wanton mouth.
He was close,
she need him to finish.
She worked her lips and tongue
over him,
needing his release.
She served Him
as His guttural groan
rang in her ears
as she felt
his salty sweet seismic surge
barrel into her
like lava down the mountain top.
Sucking hard and fast
trying to keep pace
with each wave of his passion
as it spewed into her mouth.
She felt a surge of power and control
as she looked up at him
through watery eyes.
His head back
with his eyes no doubtedly
glazed over in bliss.
Her mouth was doing this.
Her service
was the catalyst to His pleasure.
The more she sucked from him
the more he moaned.
The more she wanted
the more he gave.
Her entire being
felt the energy and tension
escape him.
She continued to dutifully lick
and to suck
every drop she could
as he fought
to regain his bearings.
She was unaware
of the little moans
and sounds
she made
as she enjoyed him,
but they would echo loudly
in His sleep tonight.
Looking down at her
he smiled,
and there was a sweet pang
of something she never felt before,
as she saw the peaceful pleasure
and serenity
in his soul
written in his smile.
It wasn’t love,
it was something more,
something just as deep
just different.
It was a glimpse of him
that no one else
had ever seen.
He didn’t think less of her.
There was no shame,
no judgment.
It was an unconditional acceptance
and appreciation,
that transcended devotion.
They gave each other
a piece of themselves
in that moment.
She didn't have to think
she just had to be His
She was free
because she
surrendered everything.
He knelt down
Wiped away her tear.
His smile
and touch,
gave her
a sense of home,
of belonging
that she never truly knew before.
The pain of gagging on him
was pleasurable
It was a shared connection
No one else could touch.
The soreness
in her throat
would be a reminder
of how she
was forever His
The new journey,
reaffirmed
who she was
and what she wanted.
The pain
was pleasure,
because the sensation,
was the shared bond
realized.
She found the power
in the submission.
She closed her eyes
as she listened to his heartbeat.
Curled up in his lap
like a comfy cat.
His arms held her.
There was strength
and vulnerability.
Most importantly
she felt…
was respected the right word
she thought.
She knew she was loved.
This was all possible
because she cried one tear for U/us
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