For Those Who Love to Listen May 19, 2008
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Her Sexy Eyes May 19, 2008
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Sasha is such a sensual lovely girl. She has these killer blue eyes that could instantly seduce any man she wanted. And that’s how she got me.
I was at a party. Nothing big - just a few good friends. I’d had a long week at work and I really just wanted some quiet. So, after saying hi to everyone, I headed out to the balcony. It was an early summer evening so it was still kind of cool out in the evenings and there was a bit of a breeze but the city lights always made me feel calmer.
I could see everyone through the windows. They were laughing and having a good time. And then I saw her. She peered at me through the glass and then started walking towards me. My heart flipped over in my chest.
“These parties are usually too loud for me. I’m always thankful when there is a balcony that I can escape to,” she said, as she looked in my eyes and took possession of my soul.
We talked for about half an hour out there on the balcony and then she said, “Let’s get out of her. My place is right around the corner.”
I wasn’t expecting anything. I really wasn’t. I just figured she was like me and really wanted to get out of there. I found out how very wrong I was!
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When we got back to her place she was all over me. She seduced me! I swear it was all her idea. I couldn’t believe this beautiful babe was getting naked in front of me and telling me about all of the naughty things she wanted to do to me. It was every guy’s fantasy.
We made love for hours until she was finally satiated. I thought I had found true love.
Then she called me a cab.
“Can I have your number?” I asked. “I’d love to call you.”
She stroked my face and said, “No my friend. This was just for tonite. I thought you understood.”
I guess even girls can need a one night stand sometimes. Boy, do I feel cheap.
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Getting Revenge March 31, 2008
Posted by autumnseave in : Stories/E-books , add a commentI had one sole purpose for being at the bar that night - I was there to get fucked. Yesterday, I had discovered that my boyfriend of three years was fucking the new waitress at the bar where he was a bartender. I had decided to surprise him at closing time and had snuck in the back door. His friend, Giles, told me he was in the beer cooler. What a great place to catch him unawares, I thought - but I was the one that was caught off guard when I found him with his cock buried in the ass of the cocktail waitress, who was bent over a pile of empty beer cases begging for more.
I had entered the bar tonight wearing the tiniest leather dress I owned. The top was cinched and laced up the front corset style so that my already ample breasts spilled from the top, barely covering my nipples. The bottom of the dress barely covered my stockings, but the slightest bend would show off the black lace garters beneath my skirt. I’d skipped the panties figuring they’d just slow me down. As I cruised through the bar I could almost taste the sexual arousal in the air.
I had something specific in mind tonight, which was why I had picked this bar. It was fairly upper scale. Rich frat boys were known to hang out here and I wanted young and hot.
I chose a seat against the wall and watched. It wasn’t long before I saw what I wanted. A group of young men came in together. One of them was just my taste. At least six feet tall, blonde hair, blue eyes, largish nose, and chiseled cheekbones. As they sat about twenty feet away from my table, I made eye contact with him. He smiled back confidently.
It didn’t take long before he was seriously checking me out. I licked my lips. I “accidentally” dropped an ice cube into my cleavage, dug it out, and popped the remainder of it in my mouth. Then, my ace, I uncrossed my legs, revealing my freshly shaved treasures. I thought his jaw would drop to the floor, but he remained calm.
He drained his glass and left his buddies at the table. He literally sauntered over to me, totally calm as if women flashed their wet pussies at him everyday.
“Hi, I’m…” he began.
I cut him off. “I don’t want to know your name. All I want to know is if your cock is hard enough to give me a good fuck right now.”
He grinned. “I believe it is.”
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The Naughty Dentist - Part One February 19, 2008
Posted by autumnseave in : Stories/E-books , add a commentHe’d been coming to her dentist office for months and she knew he was totally hot for her. Even when he brought his son in his eyes were more on her than on his son. And after months of his attention it was making her crazy. Not crazy as in “what a perv” but crazy as in there was something about him that just made her curious.
When he booked his last appointment last time she made sure to put him in at the end of the day. And that day, she let the rest of the staff leave early and said she would finish up. She was planning to finish up alright but not the way the expected.
When he came in she met him at the desk. After getting him settled in the chair, she ran back to the front and locked the door. Didn’t want any unexpected interruptions.
Back in the dental room she made like she was going to continue with the fillings he’d come in for. But this time she made a lot of “accidental” bumps against his arm - thigh, breast, arm. She could tell it was starting to affect him and noticed that he was definitely getting a hard on. It was now or never.
She stood in front of him and slowly pulled up her top.
He started to say something but she told him to just be quiet and let it happen - just this once.
Her top went over her head and then the bra came off. He was too surprised to actually be able to speak anyway, she thought. Then she slipped out of her pants and climbed between his legs and began to rub his cock beneath his pants. He was definitely hard. Unzipping his pants, she reached in and pulled out his cock. It was nice and thick and had a big fat knob.
Looking up at him, her tongue reached out and licked the tip of his cock. His head went back and he sighed in pleasure. Then, she began to swirl around the head. She paused for a moment to quickly flicker the tip of her tongue under that sensitive spot that she knew drove most men wild and then she went back to swirling her tongue around the top.
When his breathing was beginning to settle she started running her tongue up and down the shaft; first up one side, around the knob, and then down the other. His breathing started to escalate again and she knew that he was enjoying his fantasy come true. She continued with this pattern until he began to thrust his hips at her. She knew it was time to change things up again.
And this was the point when she knew she had to be very careful but she was confident in her oral skills. She slowly lowered her mouth over his shaft, taking more and more of it into her mouth until her lips were wrapped around the base of his cock. Then she laid her tongue along the underside and gently rubbed it up and down. She knew if she moved too fast she would make him come so she kept ever action slow and deliberate. She brought her mouth back up to the top, ran her tongue around the head of his cock, and then lowered her mouth over him completely again. She repeated these actions as long as she dared without making him actually come. She wanted to save that for much later.
Her pussy was getting very wet and she was ready to move on to something that would be a little more mutually satisfying. She straddled him and moved up his body until her panty covered pussy was hovering just over his cock. Rubbing the thin material on his member, she said, “So, you want to fuck me, do you?”
To be continued….
It Never Hurts to Ask - Really! February 2, 2008
Posted by autumnseave in : Stories/E-books , add a commentWhenever we worked together, Rob flirted with me. Actually, to be more precise, he teased me. I’d had flirtatious, teasing friendships with men I worked with before of course, but there was something different about Rob. His steely blue eyes radiated a feeling of power, a power he held over me that I’d never experienced before. The man could make me blush with the simplest of innuendo, the raise of an eyebrow, or a playful smirk. Normally, the dirtiest phrase from anyone else would only elicit a quick comeback from me. But his attention would cause me to shift my eyes from his intense gaze only to be magnetically pulled back to find him full of pleasure at my discomfort. It drove me crazy that he could turn me into this stereotypically blushing heroine, complete with the heaving bosom – yet every chance I had I was back for more.
For months now, I’d go home from work with him on my mind. At night, I’d pull out my current lover, a purple vibrator with a purple sheath that, combined with the image of him taking control, could send me over the edge in a minute or less. I wanted him and I’d take it anyway he’d give it to me.
One night we were closing together and, as usual, he was distracting me from getting my work done. The numbers became jumbled in my brain and I hit the wrong key and had to start all over again. This had happened on every Thursday night for the past two months and I just couldn’t take it any more.
I put down my pen and said, “Rob, what do you want? Do you want to hear me say it?”
“Say what?”
“I know you know. So you want me to say it? Fine. I want you Rob. I want you to take me any way you want. I want you to tell me what to do.”
He sat back in his chair, calmly folded his hands in his lap, and grinned. His pleasure showed on his face as he anticipated what he could make me do, what it would take to break me, what it would take to make me beg and cry for release.
“Take off your shirt.”
I cringed. The lights in the office were those florescent office lights that made everything feel overexposed. But I did as he asked. The t-shirt with the phrase “Dare Me?” was not lying over the back of the chair.
“Now come here.”
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Restaurant Voyeur November 30, 2007
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A long, long time ago I was a married university student with two toddlers who never got to have any fun. I studied by day, worked by night, and ran around after the kids in between. My work was partially because we needed the money and partially because I needed some kind of release. Oh, did I mention that I was also very sexually frustrated? Ya, a little.
So, every night that I’d go to work I flirted with the line cooks, I flirted with the bartender, and I flirted with the sexy waitress who had a mind and a body that wouldn’t stop. I had such a crush on her! But that’s another story.
Between the two of us we had most of the guys that worked there adjusting their packages in discomfort as they watched her slap my ass and listened to the sexual innuendo fly back and forth. But I wouldn’t cheat on my husband, even though I knew it was over, so I just got more frustrated.
One night after our shift had ended, her and I sat at the bar driving the bartender crazy. He was this hot Richard Gere-in-his-”Breathless”-days look alike. He loved all women but especially us. He was always begging us to have a threesome with him but I had my rules. Towards the end of the night he had to refill the beer coolers and the room where they kept the beer was downstairs and down this long hallway - very out of the way.
“Want to some see the beer cooler? You can give me a hand,” he said with an evil twinkle in his eyes.
“You know I can’t,” I said.
“But I can,” my sexy friend said.
“Are you guys just going to leave me here?”
“No silly. You can come and watch!”
Normally I would never have had the guts to do it. I was still getting in touch with my bad girl side and good girls did NOT watch. But I had had a few drinks and I was hornier than hell so I figure, why not? That’s not cheating.
So, down the elevator we went. Down the long hallway. And into the tiniest little room filled with beer case.
She kissed me first (kissing girls wasn’t cheating in my books either) and then she kissed him. And then she reached down a undid his zipper and pulled out the biggest cock I’d ever seen. It wasn’t massive but it was thick and about 8 inches which was a good 3 inches bigger than I’d ever seen anywhere but in a magazine (I’d only ever been with my husband, which might explain the frustration and the curiousity). It didn’t take long before she was down on her knees, licking and sucking at what was a monster to me. I couldn’t believe how she could take so much of it in her mouth!
As her tongue darted out to circle around the knob she kept her eyes on mine. I watched her as her red lips wrapped around his thickness - partially in excitment and partially in awe! Every once in awhile I’d look at him. Sometimes he was watching her too but sometimes he’d look at me. I don’t know if he was more excited by the beautiful lips that were pleasuring him or the fact that I was watching them.
It didn’t take long before he lost control. She grabbed his ass cheeks in her hands and pulled him into her heat and he came. She swallowed every last drop and I was majorly impressed.
That was better than any porn movie I’d ever seen! Unfortunately, it did nothing to get rid of my horniness but I took care of that at home with my trusty dual jet removable shower head. My ex never did figure out why I spent so much time in the shower those days!
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Dessert November 18, 2007
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We’d barely started seeing each other but I already knew I was ready. I’d never been one for waiting when I knew what I wanted and I wasn’t about to start. I’d already been fucking him in my mind and I decided that now I wanted the real thing.
At work I slipped him a note that said, “I was a bad hostess the other night - I fed you dinner but I sent you home without dessert. Come over for dessert tomorrow night?”
After he read the note, he smiled and nodded.
Wednesday night, he came over. I was wearing a black wrap around dress with a black bra that accentuated my cleavage and black stretch lace panties. His eyes lingered over my body and his hand slid over the curve of my hip to caress my bottom. Then he saw the table, which was laid out with strawberries, whip creme, and chocolate sauce.
“Looks good,” he said.
I led him to the chair and gave him a long lingering kiss. “Too bad you don’t get to see it.”
He looked at me quizzically, until I pulled the blindfold from the cupboard where I’d hidden it earlier.
“Oh no…” he began.
I shushed him with my lips. “Trust me. This will be a first that you will never forget.”
“Okay…” he said, still sounding hesitant.
Then I slipped my panties off. The lace held just enough stretch to tie his hand behind his back.
“What did you tie me up with?”
Still standing behind him I whispered in his ear, “My panties,” and I gave his earlobe a little nibble. If he was worried at all anymore he wasn’t showing it. He was smiling now.
I sat on the table in front of him and began to feed him strawberries, first covered in whip creme, then dipped in chocolate. I licked the creme off his lips.
“Suck,” I said as I put a dollop of creme on my tongue. He obeyed and I rewarded him by kissing him harder.
As I kissed him I slid the top of my dress off my shoulders and removed the bra. Although he couldn’t see my full breasts with the pierced nipples he’d only imagined so far, he could hear the rustle of clothing. He squirmed in his seat in anticipation.
I took a small strawberry in my mouth and fed it to him.
“Chocolate or whip creme with that?”
“Chocolate.”
I drizzled some chocolate over my nipple and said, “Open.”
He opened his mouth and I gently rubbed my chocolate covered nipple over his lips. Then his mouth was fully on my breast sucking all the sticky sweetness from my smooth skin. His tongue was hot and the heat of his mouth made me wet in more than one place.
“I want to touch you,” he said. Before I could untie him, he’d pulled his hands loose. As he suckled firmly now at one hardened nipple, the metal of my nipple ring clicking against his teeth, he rolled the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Although he hadn’t touched my clit yet, it throbbed each time he increased the pressure on my nipples.
“Give me another strawberry?”
I looked in the bowl. Only one left. Sliding the dress off my hips, I said, “You’ll have to find it first,” and I lay back on the table sliding that last strawberry just inside the folds of my pussy.
He laughed and rose to the challenge. “Oh, I’ll find it alright!”
He kissed my lips first, and then moved down my neck to my breasts. He sucked firmly at each one, tugging my nipple rings in his teeth. His lips moved down over my belly, down my thighs, and then back up to that little strawberry.
Soon the strawberry was gone, but his tongue continued to lick and flicker over my lips. I was groaning in pleasure now. It had been so long since any man had pleasured me with his tongue properly. The tip of his tongue slid from the entrance of my pussy, up through the delicate folds until he reached my clit. Then his tongue began to circle around the source of my pleasure. He sucked it into his mouth and then began a quick series of flickers. One hand reached up to my breast. He cupped it in his hand gently at first. Then, with his thumb and forefinger he pinched my nipple hard. At the same time he slid one long finger into my pussy.
“Come for me baby,” he said as he sucked my clit into his mouth again, and then added another finger.
I was meeting his fingers with each thrust when I started to come. I raised my hips and felt his tongue rougher and harder against my clit. As each wave rolled over me, he thrust his fingers deep inside, feeling my muscles clench around them as I came.
After a moment of rest, I sat up and kissed him. “Mm, your dessert tastes pretty good, but now it’s my turn.”
“Here?” he asked.
“No, I prefer my dessert in bed,” I said.
I removed the blind fold and led him to my bed. Slowly, I pulled his shirt over his head. I slid my hands over his chest, kissing him, flicking my tongue over his nipples. His hands ran through my hair as I undid the button of his jeans. I pulled the zipper down and with one swift movement, slid his jeans and his boxers down to his ankles.
His cock was all I’d anticipated - hard, smooth, quivering flesh. I kissed the tip and it twitched against my lips.
“Lay back,” I said, “Relax.”
I removed the rest of his clothing. Instead of going immediately for his cock (as I knew he was expecting), I leaned over him and kissed his belly. I let his cock slide between my breasts and squeezed them against him as my lips grazed his hips. Then I slid down to his thighs where I worked my way up. He groaned with pleasure as he felt my warm breath on his thighs. As my tongue reached out to catch his sac, his breath stopped for a moment.
Slowly, teasing, I ran my tongue from behind his balls, then up the underside of his cock until I reached the hard knot at the top. I swirled my tongue around the head, then back down the top of his shaft.
I looked up to see him watching me.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to suck my cock … please,” he moaned.
I smiled and lay my tongue along the underside of his cock. Slowly, I began to take more and more of his length into my mouth. Soon, my wet mouth covered the majority of his shaft and his hard knob was up against the back of my throat. I began to work it in earnest. As I alternated soft and firm suction, his hands moved gently in my hair. I wrapped my hand firmly around the base of his shaft and took a moment to suck gently at his balls, this time taking them fully into his mouth. Then I went back to his cock taking as much of him as I could handle into the heat of my embrace. Soon, his cock began to twitch, and I took that as a signal to move on.
Pulling a condom from the drawer in the night side table, I slid it over his hard cock. “I want you inside me.”
I straddled his hips and said, “Do you want me to fuck you?”
All he could do was nod.
I slid the head of his cock just inside my pussy and lowered myself over him just a little, then I slid up until he was barely in. I took a little more of his rod into my tight walls and then back up.
I’d planned to tease him like this for a bit, but without warning, he grabbed my hips and pulled me down hard, burying his cock deep inside me. I arched my back as his hands found my breasts and I began to firmly thrust my hips against him. With each thrust I squeezed my muscles against him as I rose, then took his full length deep into my body again. His cock felt so good inside me but I wanted him deeper and harder.
I leaned over his chest now, moving my hips in a slow circular motion.
“Baby,” I whispered, “I need you to fuck me now.”
Before I knew it I was on my back. His cock was inside me with the full power of his strong body behind each thrust.
“Baby, fuck me. Come inside me.”
His hands fondled my breast, pinching each nipple hard; his groin was grinding against my clit each time he drove his full length inside my depths. My muscles pulsated against his cock as he pumped faster.
We opened our eyes at the same time and connected.
“Fuck me hon,” I whispered, “Fuck me hard.”
That sent him over the edge and he began to groan. As I felt his tool quivering inside me, I wrapped my legs around his hips and was soon shuddering in my own release.
As he relaxed beside me, his head on my breast, he said, “Damn, you make some good dessert!”
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Naughty Girls October 19, 2007
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They were best friends first. Then they were lovers. And eventually, they were everything in between.
Shamira and Coco lived together in a tiny little apartment in the Bronx that was still more than they could afford. They pulled whatever jobs they could to get by. But their poverty meant nothing to them because at least here they could be who they were and they could love each other freely. Well, more freely than they could in the small town that they grew up in.
When they were kids, they played in the sandbox, letting their dark skin become coated in a thin layer of dust. When they were pre-teens, they chased the boys down the streets with sticks waving above their heads because the boys had been under the jungle gym trying to get a peek at their panties. When they were teenagers they discovered the joys of girl kisses and everything that came after that and they never turned back.
Not even after the pictures came out.
One afternoon, about a week before graduation, they were at Coco’s house talking about how they were going to get out of this hick town and head for the big city. Coco was going to be a model and Shamira was going to be her agent and they were going to strike it rich and show everyone. As it often did, their talk turned into a makeout session that didn’t want to stop. Fortunately, Coco’s mom was working at the diner until late that night. But the sun felt so good on their skin that they didn’t want to close the blinds. No one ever came by Coco’s house anyway.
So they lay there in the sun and removed articles of clothing randomly, as their hands roamed over their bodies. Shamira loved playing with Coco’s nipples. She got off on how much the nipples stuck out when she pinched them. And she loved the taste of them as she rolled the hard points between her tongue and her top teeth. Coco lay beneath her, letting Shamira have her way, as she always did.
Shamira liked that Coco would let her do anything and she took advantage of it. She especially liked that Coco got off on pretty much anything she did. When Shamira got a cucumber from the fridge and slid a condom over it, Coco spread her legs to reveal her soft pink opening and gave herself up to her. And when Shamira slowly slid it inside, gradually giving her more, Coco pushed against it. And when she began to lick her clit, Coco came hard and fast, clenching her muscles against the cucumber so hard that she pushed it right out. Shamira liked to try new things so Coco was rarely surprised, but often challenged.
When Shamira stopped sucking at Coco’s nipples, Coco opened her eyes to see what Shamira had in mind. Shamira was poised above her. She straddled Coco sideways so that one knee was between her legs and the other was off to the side by her belly.
“Raise your hips,” Shamira commanded.
Coco did. Shamira placed a pillow beneath her bottom. The pillow tilted her open lips and brought them higher. Then Shamira began to tease her.
Ever so lightly, she let her own sex rub agains Coco’s. Their juices mingled and Coco took a breath inwards. Shamira had touched her down there plenty of times but never with her own open flesh. Gradually, Shamira brought herself closer and closer until their bodies danced together in the kind of dance that teachers break up at sock hops. Shamira continued her dance, circling her hips like she was in a Calypso parade. As her hands found Coco’s breasts again, Coco began to moan.
Pinching her nipples hard between both fingers, Shamira said, “I want you to come for me Coco. Come for me like you never have before. Come into me and be with me forever.”
Their grinding intensified and Shamira felt small tremors build within her. Coco was like an animal this time, bucking against her mound and raising her higher. Coco’s familiar sounding orgasm echoed through the room, immediately followed by Shamira’s more controlled one.
When Coco opened her eyes, she saw Jimmy and Sheldon at her window with a Polaroid camera.
“Get the fuck out of here you morons!” she screamed.
They never made it to graduation. They coudn’t after the photos were passed around the school, confiscated, and given to their parents. But they never regretted it. And now they were living one dream of being together and following another dream. Surely, Coco would be discovered any day now.
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The Case of the Red Bottomed Blonde October 18, 2007
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by Katharine Tyler Brooks
She was a tall blonde who stalked the streets like a tigress in heat, hunting for the only fresh meat that would stay her hunger. I watched her from across the bar as she entered, her black stiletto heels clicking against the red linoleum floor. She looked too classy for the joint, but I could tell she’d been in places like this before, plenty of them. She was living under better circumstances now, but she remembered where she came from. She knew where to go to get what she wanted and how to get it when she got there.
The fat guy was tending bar tonight. He was polishing the glasses to match the shine on his head when she walked up and leaned across the bar. She said something in his ear and he turned and looked at me, pointing with the bar rag in his hand. She came my way.
She was wearing a trench coat and a hat with a wide brim. Some little blonde curls stuck out from under the edge. She smiled at me–the way the shark smiles at the smaller fish just before he takes a big bite out of them. I recognized her. She recognized me. The only question was if either of us was going to say so.
“Mr. Bogie?”
She knew damned well I was. She just stood there next to the chair like she was expecting me to be a gentleman. I pushed it out with my foot and gestured for her to sit down. She smirked at me and peeled off her coat just the way she used to peel off her dress down at Mickey’s, only this time there was no spotlight and the jukebox was playing a slow blues number instead of her old bump and grind.
She threw the hat on the table and took a seat. Blonde waves tumbled down over her shoulders like a waterfall. She was seeing a better class of hairdresser these days. The shades of blonde all blended together now instead of hanging in dried out clumps. Better manicurist, too. Instead of long, red claws, she now had shorter, more elegant nails. They were still painted red. She opened her black leather clutch bag and drew out a cigarette, holding it poised at her mouth, wanting me to light it. Okay, I’d play her game. I’d go along with it. I pulled out my old lighter, flicked it twice, and lit her cig.
“Got another one of those?”
She offered me the pack. I took one. I lit it myself.
I leaned across the table and looked her straight in the baby blues.
“Okay, sister, let’s have it. You know I don’t go for beating around the bush.”
She smiled, sly as always.
“You used to. Quite a few other places as well.”
Ha, ha, very funny, I thought. But I also thought about the old days, her, tied to my big ironwork headboard, naked as plucked bird, spread and waiting, ankles tied to the bed frame, eyes on me, begging—begging me for more. The sound of her voice brought me back to reality.
“I need you, Dick.”
I felt my soul lurch. Somewhere a part of me had waited to hear those words and in spite of my determination to stay cool, a part of me dared to hope she’d come to her senses and realized where she belonged, but her next words dashed that hope.
“I need your help.”
She didn’t want the man. I laughed at myself for thinking even a moment that she had. She wanted the detective, someone she could use and throw away the way she had before. Still, the prospect had its possibilities. Her eyes pleaded, just the way they had all that time ago when she was tied to the bed.
I leaned back in my seat and took a long drag from my butt, assessing the situation. Sure, she was gorgeous, maybe even more now that she’d seasoned a little. She was wearing a black evening gown, strapless, and her tits rose over the top like twin moons half above the horizon. Just looking at them made me want to weep over the memories, but I’m not the crying kind.
Her legs were as good as ever, too, at least from what I could see. The slit up the skirt of her dress only went up to mid thigh, but it was a pretty decent guess that what I couldn’t see was as good as what I could.
“Why me? Why now, after all these years? With the bucks you’ve got these days, you could buy yourself a fleet of Pinkertons. You don’t need me.”
She leaned forward, giving me a view of cleavage damned near to her navel.
“I need YOU, Dick. You’re the only one I can trust.”
“Like you trusted me back then when you walked out on me?”
“I was scared, Dick, scared of what I was becoming. I couldn’t get enough of you, enough of it.
The more you beat me, the more I wanted. You were my addiction, my drug. I had to kick it.”
“It’s called being a masochist. It’s what you are, baby. It’s what you’ll always be. You need it rough and you need a guy who’s man enough to give it to you that way.”
“I was losing myself.”
“Were you? Or did you find yourself and was the self you found just too hard to admit to?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t know then and maybe I never will. I just knew I had to leave you.”
“You’re only half a woman without me, doll. You know that. You’ll never be the woman you really are without a man strong enough to put his hand to your ass when you need it.”
That broke her. She’d had enough. She stood up and clutched the black leather bag to her body. I could see her holding back tears. Or maybe just pretending to. She hung her head and turned away from me.
“It was a mistake to come here.”
“Glad you don’t need me to tell you.”
“I’m sorry I bothered you. Forget you ever saw me.”
“You can bet on it.”
Then she walked out of my life. Again.
I’d told her I’d forget her, but the lady was hard to forget. I still hadn’t forgotten her from the first time. I’d had other girls before her. I’d had plenty of girls since. But nobody was ever like her. Nobody ever would be. She’d been the sweetest little pain slut any man could ever ask for. Tall and voluptuous, with tits the size of grapefruits, an ass like a pair of white satin pillows, hair like a river of smelted gold, and skin softer than kid.
And she could take it. She took everything I could dish out and wanted more. I’d leave her tied up for hours, beat her with everything from paddles to whips. Clamp her nipples and hang weights on the chain. Shove a dildo covered in pepper sauce up her ass. It only made her come. And she came like a freight train, came like the cavalry riding over the hill. Came until she was so exhausted she passed out still in her bonds.
But that was yesterday. I tried not to think about the past, but after her invasion of my favorite drinking spot, I couldn’t get her off my mind. What had she wanted so badly that she sought me out, risked exposing her past by contacting her old lover? She had to be desperate to have done it and I felt like a heel for chasing her off. Sure, she ran out on me before, and sure, it made me
mad. But I had loved her once and once was all there was for me.
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The Birthday Box October 16, 2007
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When I walked in my apartment, I noticed the box immediately. It was rather huge and hard not to notice. Upon closer inspection, I saw a note on the top that read, “Inside you’ll find many wonderful things to play with…”
All I saw when I opened the top was a huge pile of styrofoam bubbles. I reached my hand inside and found nothing at first. Then my hand touched warm flesh and what couldn’t possibly be mistaken for anything but the curve of a woman’s breast. I curved my palm around it and slid my hand over just a touch to find a nipple. I pinched it and it grew instantly hard beneath my touch. I reached in with my other hand a little further to the left and found the other one and pinched it as well. They were both hard little points now but there was no movement from inside the box yet.
I was determined to get some kind of reaction from the person in the box, who I assumed was my girlfriend, Gloria, so while I continued to pinch and tease the left nipple, I pulled my right hand out and parted the bubbles until I found what I was looking for. There it was. A slippery slit, already spread wide for my inspection. I explored until I found the hardened nub of her clit and began to rub it with my thumb. Nothing. Not even a sound. So I reached inward with my fingers until I found her opening and slid my middle finger and my index finger inside the velvety darkness. Was that a moan I heard?
It was almost imperceptible but yes, there was sound, so I began to stroke the inner walls of her tunnel. I continued my ministrations on her nipple as I slid my fingers in and out and circled my thumb over her clit. As I increased the pace of my fingers, her body began to move. Her hips circled around and met my hand and then I began to feel her muscles clamping around me. A little more pressure here and a flickering of my thumb down there and her body was convulsing and the imperceptible moans were quite obvious now.
As she came quite loudly I smiled. Ah, victory.
“Come out now, my little plaything.”
Just then, Gloria came out from the bedroom and her friend, Shanna popped out of the box with a big smile on her face.
“Happy birthday, darling,” my girlfriend said as she kissed me.
“Yes, happy birthday, ” Shanna said as she pressed her naked and still aroused body against me in a hug.
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