Bray, Kimberly, Hodges, Lois, Dunn, Andrea, Keller, Angela, Cross, Nellie, Conley, Cynthia, Robles, Bonnie, Hunt, Evelyn, Bright, Nicole, Copeland, Phyllis

The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 19

Naughty Word Games

by Kimberly Bray

Shanna was bored. She lay beneath Dean, her legs wrapped around his hips, his cock buried deep inside her staring at the ceiling. She loved him — why wasn’t this working? She tried to concentrate, helping him by thrusting her hips against him — he felt wonderful, as always, his hard body, glistening with sweat working above her.

She ran her hands over his marvelous chest, which she loved, tried thinking sexy thoughts. Finally, Dean stopped, pulling out of her and flipping over on his back, his shining, hard dick sticking straight up in the air like a tree trunk.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he said.

“No, I’m sorry,” she said, rolling over and putting her head on his shoulder. Her hand trailed down his abdomen and she teased the curly hair at the base of his cock. She wrapped her hand lightly around it, sliding it up and down its hard length.

“Mmmmm,” he said. “That feels nice.”

They lay there like that for a while, Shanna stroking him, her leg thrown over his. “Are we in a — what do you call it? A slump?” he said, after a while.

Shanna thought about it for a moment — about how hot things were for them when they first got together nearly a year before, and how things had kind of cooled off lately. “I think we’ve kind of gotten into a routine,” she said, sitting up. She propped herself up on her pillows.

Dean sat up on the edge of the bed, his back to her. She could tell by the slope of his shoulders that he was upset. “I really love you,” he said. “I’m sorry, Shanna.”

Shanna scooted over beside him and put her arm around him. “Please,” she said. “It’s not you. It’s us.” She kissed him on the cheek. “This happens to every couple, I think. We just — need to spice things up a bit, maybe.”

At that, Dean rose from the bed, padding off to the bathroom. “I’m going to take a shower,” he said moodily.

Shanna sighed and watched him walk away, admiring his tight ass and long legs. Dean was such a sexy guy — and she loved him like crazy. The best part was, he loved her, too. She wondered if he thought by ‘spice things up’ Shanna had meant something kinky.

Dean was an English teacher and pretty straight-laced so she was afraid that if that was what he thought, she might have embarrassed him. Shanna lay back down on her side of the bed, wrapping the sheet around herself. She was determined to come up with a way to get their sex life simmering again.

The next evening at dinner, Shanna placed an envelope on the dinner table, leaning up against his wine glass.

“What’s this?” he asked, pushing his glasses up on his nose.

A smile played on Shanna’s full lips. She had taken extra care with her make-up tonight and it was paying off. She could see the gleam of desire in Dean’s eyes as they searched her face, glancing down her long neck. She was wearing a soft blouse that showed off her long neck, her soft shoulders and her deep cleavage.

Dean took a swallow of his wine, his cheeks flushing. Shanna reached under the table and put her hand on his thigh. “It’s just — a little game I wanted to play with you,” she said mischievously. Her hand slid a little further up his thigh. She could feel the beginnings of his erection through his pants.

“Interesting,” he said playfully. He leaned over and kissed her lips. “If you keep that up, we won’t be having dinner.”

Dean saved the envelope until Shanna brought out the special dessert she had made; chocolate-covered strawberries. “Let’s take these in the living room with the rest of our wine,” she said, kissing him lightly on the lips. Dean’s hand came up and cupped her breast. “Come on,” she said, sashaying past him, her hips swaying provocatively.

On the sofa in front of a lovely fire in the fireplace, they shared the strawberries and kisses. Things were heating up already. Shanna loved kissing Dean — he was a great kisser, and it was something that had attracted her to him strongly when they’d begun dating. But she didn’t want them to get back into their old routine, even though tasting the berries on his lips was causing her to become achy and damp between her legs. She pulled herself from his embrace. “Aren’t you curious about the envelope?” she said.

“Mmmmm,” he said. “You almost made me forget.” He scooped it up off the coffee table. “So, what’s this all about?”

“Well,” she said, sitting back and gazing into his eyes wickedly. “Why don’t you open it and find out?”

A smile played around Dean’s lips, and his eyes held hers as he used his thumb to slit the envelope open. Shanna could tell by the twinkle in his eyes that he was already getting into this game. Dean peeked in to envelope, his brows knitting together as he extracted six note cards. On three of the cards, written in beautiful calligraphy was a word. One card said STEAMY, another said MYSTERIOUS, and the last one said FLEXIBLE. The other three cards were blank.

“What’s this?” said Dean.

“Well, my sexy English professor,” Shanna said, scooting closer to Dean on the sofa, “That would be tonight’s word game challenge.”

“A challenge, eh?” he said, running his finger up her arm. “That sounds like it might be right up my alley.”

“Mmmmmm,” Shanna replied. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

“So, how does this — um — challenge work?”

“Well,” said Shanna, wetting her lips, “For this evening’s challenge, you must provide me with an experience, an erotic experience that is, that encompasses those three words.”

“I see,” Dean replied. “And what are the other three cards for?”

“Those are for tomorrow,” Shanna said, kissing Dean’s neck. She looked into his eyes. “You will write three words to challenge me.”

“Better and better,” he said, leaning in to kiss her deeply. Dean’s lips were soft on hers, his tongue probing them and slipping in. She slipped her arms around his neck. “What do you think?” she whispered.

“Well, I think,” he said between kisses, “That you are definitely on.” He slipped off the sofa, leaving her hot from his kisses. “Give me a few moments to come up with my game plan.” Shanna watched as Dean slipped away toward the bedroom, looking back once to give her a sexy wink. She smiled at him, happy that her little plan seemed to be working. Already her panties were damp with anticipation.

Shanna sank back on the sofa. In the bedroom she could hear Dean rummaging around. She wondered what he was up to and smiled to herself, glad that he was being a good sport and participating. She had to admit, she’d been worried that he might scoff at her idea, or just feel too shy to go along with it.

He must have been worried about how stale things had gotten, too. Shanna’s heart warmed even more toward her beau. Now, Dean was talking to himself in there. What was he doing? It was all she could do to stay put and not peek in the door.

Then, the bedroom door opened a crack. “Don’t turn around,” Dean whispered furtively.

“Okay,” Shanna whispered back, dramatically.

She heard Dean’s footsteps on the carpeting behind her, then, in a flash, he was tying a blindfold around her eyes. “Don’t move,” Dean whispered, his breath hot in her ear.

“Okay, Dean,” she said, giggling a little.

He tied the blindfold tight. “I’m not who you think I am,” he said. His voice was deeper, with a hint of an accent. “You can call me — Mr. Smith.”

Shanna smiled. Already she was giddy with excitement. She and Dean had never played these kinds of games before, and it was definitely titillating. “Of course,” she said, straightening in her seat. “Mr. Smith.”

“If you move or scream or attempt to escape, I shall have to do something — drastic,” he said. “Do you understand, Miss Evers?”

Shanna trembled dramatically. “Do you… have a weapon?” she asked. She heard Dean cross around to the front of the sofa where she sat. He grabbed her hand, placed the flat of it on his leg and directed it upward. Through his slacks she could feel the long, hard rod of his growing erection.

“What do you think?” he said, menacingly.

“I think you are well armed,” she said.

He pulled her up from the sofa and Shanna heard the jangling of keys. “Let’s go,” he said.

“Mr. Smith! Where are you taking me?”

“You’ll find out soon enough!” He led her to the door and helped her on with her coat. The door opened and she could feel the cool night air against her face. After he’d settled her in the car, he leaned toward her, his lips barely brushing hers.

“You must be very well behaved, Miss Evers,” he said, his breath mingling with hers. She could feel the points of her nipples rising and brushing against the lace of her bra. Her panties were twisted and damp, riding up against the lips of her pussy in a delicious way. She squirmed on the seat. “Don’t make me do anything I don’t want to do.”

“What don’t you want to do?” she said pertinently.

Dean’s hand slid up her leg under her skirt, his fingers slipping into her wet panties in an instant. He slipped a finger up into her, his thumb flicking her clitoris. Shanna sucked in her breath, her pussy contracting around Dean’s finger. Just as quickly as he’d slid into her, his hand disappeared, and as Shanna moaned, he started the car.

“Where- where are we going?” she asked quietly.

“No questions,” he said, flipping the radio on and pulling out of the drive.

They drove for about twenty minutes, Dean silent in the seat next to her. Then the car stopped. “Stay here,” he said, leaving her in the car. She waited, obeying his command. She was pleasantly surprised — in addition to going along with Shanna’s game, he seemed to really be getting into it — she never dreamed they would leave the comfort of their house for this. Dean was going over and above.

Her car door opened, and Dean grasped her arm, pulling her out of the car. “Walk,” he ordered. He held her arm behind her and she could feel him against her buttocks. The air was chilly and made her nipples rise. They walked a short distance, and she heard the jangling of keys and she was ushered inside. She heard a door close, then Dean told her to take off her clothes.

“Slowly,” he said, and she heard him cross the room and sit. She began removing her clothing and imagined him watching her. She imagined his hard body, the one she knew so well, imagined him rubbing his hand over his hard cock through his slacks. She shivered, new moisture flooding her panties. She reached around behind her back and unhooked her bra, removing it, her ample breasts spilling out, then she stepped out of her panties.

“Lie back on the bed,” Dean said, and Shanna heard a noise — zzzzzzp — as he undid his own zipper. She thought about his cock — it was nice, not overly large, but thick and smooth. He had a deep ridge around the head of it that made a wonderful friction against her when they made love. Shanna lay back on the bed. “Spread your legs,” he said, “Let me see you.”

Shanna did as she was told, spreading her knees wide for her lover. She imagined her pussy, open, wet, pink and shining, laid bare for him. She sighed, trailing her hand over her breasts, her belly, teasing her soft, curly hair. She rubbed a finger over her clit.

Suddenly, his mouth was on her, hot and probing, his tongue pointy and hard licking up and down the length of her. He grasped her buttocks in his hands and pulled her to him, his tongue dipping into her like a small penis, licking and licking.

He wrapped his lips around her hard little button and sucked. Shanna cried out and grasped his hair, pulling him to her. He slid a thumb into her, fucking her as he sucked. He moaned against her clit, the vibration of sound making her buck under him and when he pushed another finger into her ass she shuddered, her honey spilling into his mouth.

“Mmmmm, very good, Ms. Evers,” he said. “Now on to the — second phase of our encounter.”

Dean rose, and Shanna lay quivering on the bed. Soon, she heard a low humming coming from the next room. What could he be up to? She didn’t have to wait long to find out. Dean then led her to another room. It was hot and steamy inside. He took her hand.

“Careful,” he said. “Watch your step.” He took her arm and put his other hand on the small of her back and led her up a few stairs. Then he stepped around her and she heard water sloshing. “Step down,” he said. “Carefully.”

Shanna stepped down into steamy water. Dean put his hands on her shoulders and lowered her into the hot water, then flicked a switch and the hot tub bubbled to life. Shanna smiled, pleased at Dean’s participation and attention to detail in the fantasy.

She sat in the water, which bubbled up around her shoulders and soon felt Dean’s hands on her thighs, parting them, spreading her apart, the hot water reaching every crevasse. His fingers, cooler than the water, slid between the lips of her hot pussy, his thumb working over the nub of her clitoris, which had risen like a tiny penis in excitement.

Shanna sighed, sinking into the water, her mound rubbing into his hand as he stimulated her. Her desire grew deep in her belly, and she moaned, wanting him.

His body came closer, and she felt his legs wrap around her waist in the water, his hard cock thrusting up between her breasts. She reached up, cupping them in her hands and pushed them together around his cock, and he began to move his hips faster and faster, sliding up and down between her ample bosoms.

She felt him reach around behind her head, and he pulled off the blindfold. They were in a lush hot tub room, rife with plants and lit candles. She looked up to meet his eyes, but saw he could not take his own from the sight of his cock thrusting between her tits.

She followed his eyes down and could see the flushed pink, shiny head of his cock slide up between her breasts, cum beginning to leak from the tip. She bent her head, flicking her tongue and licked at it and Dean moaned with desire.

Shanna looked up at him wickedly. “Is this the flexible part?” she asked.

Dean’s smile was equally wicked. “No,” he said. “This is.” With that he pulled her into his lap, her back against his chest. He turned in the water then, and reached down, putting his hands under her thighs and pulling her legs up, her knees crushed to her chest, opening her like a butterfly, her entire pussy exposed in the water, her vagina open and pulsing, her clit poking out at the top.

Then he moved forward, positioning her open pussy in the path of the strongest hot tub jet. The water pounded against the sensitive tissue, vibrating and pulsing against her clit, her opening, like a ghost cock, fucking her.

Shanna’s hips bucked against the jet, she moaned, her pussy throbbing as if it was filled with Dean’s cock. He moved her closer, pulling her legs up over her shoulders, maneuvering her in the pulsing jet.

Then he turned slightly and a lower jet began to pound against her open asshole, causing deeper sensations in her, unknown sensations. At the same time, he moved his hand, pushing his fingers into her pussy as the water pounded her ass. His thumb snaked up, rubbing her clit roughly and Shanna cried out, her pussy contracting around his fingers as she began to come.

Dean disengaged her roughly, turning her in the water to him, impaling her with his stiff cock, his hips bucking up against her, the hot, steamy water gouting up between them, splashing it and their mutual cum against their chests and faces.

***

The next morning a tousle-haired Shanna came sleepily down to the kitchen. Dean was at the counter in a pair of pajama bottoms, looking sexier than Shanna ever remembered. She smiled at him, thinking about their wonderful night in the suite of the most expensive hotel in town. They’d left early in the morning, walking hand in hand down the street to a bakery that was just opening, like new lovers, sharing a roll before going home to their own bed for some rest.

Dean walked over and kissed her passionately on the mouth, delivering a cup of coffee, made just the way she liked it. She smiled, lifting the cup to her lips. “Mmmmmm,” she said. “This is wonderful.” She looked up into his green eyes. “But not as wonderful as you were last night.”

He smiled and reached behind him on the counter, presenting her with the other envelope. “Well,” he said. “I can’t wait to see what you make of this, babe.” He kissed her again, then sauntered out for a shower. Shanna watched him walking away, her eyes lingering on his tight ass beneath the soft, cotton pajama bottoms. A shiver went through her as she thought about his hands on her the previous evening, the way he moved in her, the feeling of the hot water pulsing against her open pussy.

She shivered, wetness growing between her legs. She thought about rushing into the bathroom, joining him in the shower, but looking at the clock knew he had to be getting ready for work — and they were both already a little weary from their late night frolic.

Shanna gently tore the envelope open. Inside on the little card she had provided, Dean had written MOTIONLESS, WICKED, INNOCENT. “Well,” she said to herself, looking at the words. “I certainly have my work cut out for me.”

***

It was Friday night, and Dean was running a little late after work. Shanna paced nervously, her stiletto heels click-clacking on the tile floor. She went to the mirror in the foyer, giving herself one last cursory glance.

She cupped her naked breasts, held high by the black, leather bustier, smoothed her hands down her tiny waist and curvy hips. Her long nails were painted blood red, and she had on long, black and silver false eyelashes and hot red lipstick.

Her dark hair fell to the middle of her back and was tousled. She was wearing a sweeping black skirt, slit up the front, giving a view of her furry muff. Her legs were encased in black, net stockings with garters. Atop her head was a sassy, little witch’s hat. She looked wicked, indeed.

Suddenly, she heard Dean’s key in the lock. She took her stance in the hall, facing the door, and as he walked in, he beheld her standing there, legs spread and hands on her hips, glaring at him. In her hand she held a silver and white swirled, blown glass wand about eight inches long. She held it out, pointing it at him. “How dare you make me wait!” she hissed.

Dean’s eyes were wide with surprise, taking in Shanna’s costume and demeanor. He slowly set his briefcase on the floor and closed the door behind him, not taking his gaze from her. His eyes traveled over her body, her breasts, her exposed pussy, her long legs. He licked his lips.

“Lock the door,” Shanna said, her voice low and deadly. Dean turned obediently and locked the door. Shanna stepped slowly to the side table in the foyer, her hips undulating as she walked in the stiletto heels. At the side table, she poured deep, red wine into a glass. She walked over to Dean, staring into his eyes. She stood close to him.

“You are bold, coming into my dwelling,” she said, a smile on her lips. “Let me give you a glass of wine for your trouble.”

Dean loosened his tie. “I would not drink your poison, witch!” he said, playing along.

Shanna reached down and ran her long nails up his thigh, raking them teasingly over his growing erection. “Oh, I think you will,” she said. “I think you will do everything I wish!”

“Do not molest me, witch!” he said, drawing himself up. “For I am a holy man, and chaste!”

“Mmmmmm,” Shanna purred. “An innocent.” She leaned forward and nibbled his neck. She placed the glass in his hand. “Drink, innocent!” She stepped back and pointed the wand at him. “Drink!”

Dean’s eyes became glassy. He raised the glass to his lips. “Yes, Mistress,” he said. His lips were red with the wine. Shanna licked the wine from his mouth and kissed him deeply. “Remove your clothing!” she ordered.

“Yes, Mistress.”

Shanna turned and walked away from him. She sat in a chair at the end of the foyer hall. She slowly opened her legs, exposing her pink flower. Dean had removed his tie and shirt and dropped them at the door. He was staring down the hall, taking in Shanna’s long legs, her open pussy.

He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his slacks, then slid them slowly down, his already stiff cock popping up out of them and pointing at the ceiling. He bent and removed his stockings and shoes, standing stark naked before her.

Shanna nodded appreciatively. “I seen you’ve brought a wand of your own,” she said. “Let us see how powerful it is.” She crooked her finger. “Come to me, innocent!” she said. “You are powerless! Unable to move unless I allow it!”

“Yes… Mistress,” Dean sighed as Shanna wrapped her red, red lips around the head of his cock, sucking the glans into her mouth, running her tongue around the ridge of the head. Dean’s legs quivered.

Shanna pushed her mouth over his cock, taking as much as she could, the head at the back of her throat, she made swallowing motions, engulfing the head, making Dean moan with pleasure. Suddenly, she stopped, standing before him. “Walk,” she said, pushing him toward the dining room.

Shanna had removed all the chairs from around the table earlier that day. There was a long silk scarf tied to the top of each table leg. “Lie down!” she commanded.

A slight smile played around Dean’s lips as he sat on the table, then he controlled himself and concentrated on looking frightened, controlled. Shanna held the glass wand out. “You are powerless!” she told him. “I’ve cast my spell upon you!”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, lying on the table, his considerable erection poking up like a baton.

Shanna slid the wand between her breasts and began walking around the table and tying Dean’s arms and legs to the table legs. She leaned over, her hot breath in his ear. “And now I shall do wicked things to you, my dear!”

“Please spare me!” Dean begged. “For I am a holy man who has never given myself to the pleasures of the flesh!”

“Silence!” Shanna demanded. “There is no mercy for one who walks so boldly into my dwelling!” She flicked her tongue in his ear, and stood at his head. She began running her hands over his chest, her pussy so close to his head that he could smell her musk. Beneath her hands, his nipples tensed. Shanna chuckled and teased them with her long nails. Dean shivered, his cock quivering. “Do you like that, my innocent?” she whispered.

“No! Please — stop,” Dean said with considerable effort.

Shanna then grasped both nipples, pinching and rolling them between her fingers the way Dean did to her. Just doing it to him made her nipples hard. She leaned over him, rubbing the tough, little nubs over his face, where his five o’clock shadow brushed them roughly.

“Suck!” she demanded, and Dean opened his mouth and took one nipple between his lips, rolling it on his tongue, teasing it with his teeth. Shanna sighed, reaching up to roll her other nipple between her fingers, pressing her muff on Dean’s shaggy head of hair, rubbing against him. She could feel her honey begin to flow, making her moist and slippery.

She climbed on the table then, straddling him, her pussy hot and open, her deep pink flower revealed to him. She could see him staring, and she smiled and reached down, opening herself with her hands, spreading her lips wide, the shining flesh, the opening, the tiny bud so close, her juices making her shine.

She reached down and began to touch herself, rubbing one finger up and down the slit, lingering on her clit, the little mushroom-like head rearing up at her touch, poking out. She began to breath harder as she pleasured herself before him, torturing him with it, making him watch as her fingers slid up inside, coming out wet and dripping with her cum.

“Please, Mistress!” he breathed, finally.

Shanna arched an eyebrow. “What do you want, innocent?” She stared into his eyes.

“Please,” he said. “Please- a taste?”

Shanna smiled, moving up over his face. She lowered herself slightly, just close enough for the tip of his tongue to flick at her sweet flesh. She felt it move over her and shuddered with pleasure. She lowered herself a bit more, and Dean raised his head, engulfing her with his mouth, his tongue suddenly everywhere, sliding up into her, surrounding her clit, sucking, licking, biting. Shanna moaned, getting caught up in the moment, then reeled, pulling herself up and back.

She jumped from the table, facing Dean and pointing at him. His face was wet with her honey. “You have tried to bewitch me!” she accused. “You are not so innocent after all!”

Dean just smiled, his eyes glittering.

“For that you will pay!” Shanna hissed, and with that slid down, straddling his hips, she opened her legs affording him another fine look at her wet, shining flower. She slowly slid the glass wand inside herself, warming and wetting it.

“Now, I will show you some of my — magic, “ she said. “The magic of pleasure — and pain.” She flipped around, her back to him and impaled herself on his glorious cock. Then she leaned over and teased his balls with her fingernails, causing Dean to shiver with pleasure. Suddenly, the tip of the glass wand was at the opening of his ass. It was warm from her pussy, and wet.

She inserted it just a little, and Dean gasped. Shanna chuckled and slowly inserted the wand a bit further, slowly fucking him with the wand until he began to moan, his cock growing amazingly harder inside her. She pleasured him with the wand, the slick, hot glass moving in and out of him. When his breathing became ragged, she pulled it from him, stopping all movement until he calmed.

She began rocking furiously, using him shamelessly for her own pleasure. It was as if he was nothing more than that, a cock, an implement to be used. She ignored his groans of delight, his labored breathing, she simply rode on him, his thick shaft sliding in and out of her, altering tempo and depth as she desired.

Beneath her furious fucking, Dean was immobile, tied to the table, unable to even buck beneath her to meet her as she pushed herself on him, for when he moved his hips, the restraints she’d tied so tightly bit painfully into his wrists.

She came down upon him again and again, until finally her hot, wet pussy began to clench and throb in the throes of orgasm and she made one final thrust, pushing herself down tightly on him, and he cried out, his own cock stiffening even more, quivering, spurting, their honey mixing together and spilling, wetting them both.

***

Shanna woke late. The morning sun was shining through the open windows, and outside the sound of birdsong sweetened the air. She stretched beneath the soft sheets, smiling at the pleasant, after-sex ache in her muscles. She reached over, running her hand over the empty side of the bed where Dean had slept. She missed him already. It was unbelievable how much things had changed for the better between them in such a short time.

She had to pat herself on the back for thinking of the little word game. She slipped a silk robe over her nude form and padded to the kitchen, the smell of coffee enticing and heady. Dean had already left for work.

She sighed a little, wishing he’d woken her after their night of passion, for a goodbye kiss. Ah, well, she thought, there’s certainly enough time for that tonight! She smiled, thinking how exciting the recent encounters with Dean had been. Certainly a change for the better. She wondered how long it could last.

Entering the kitchen, she spied a familiar white envelope leaning up against a clean coffee cup near the coffee maker. Smiling, she picked it up and slit it open. Inside was a white card that read: BLINDFOLD, HONEY, LEATHER.

Riding the Wave

by Andrea Dunn

What a wonderful feeling, she thought to herself as she started to come out of an unintended nap. She’d caught herself in the most erotic dream-her husband of one day slowly teasing her clit with his tongue. It was so real she could almost feel his hot breath on her.

She stirred and inadvertently twisted a bit, almost as if to stretch. She felt her leg hit something hard and suddenly became alert. Through slits she could see her husband Andy, or at least the top of his head as it slowly moved over her sex.

“Careful there,” he said, only pausing momentarily, “And good morning, Ann. Or should I say, Mrs. Johansen!”

“Actually,” she said, “It is almost time for dinner, and I was having the hottest dream.”

“We have time, I think,” he said, giving her clit a loving tug with his teeth.

“But we will miss our seating for dinner, love,” she said, trying to close her legs to dissuade him.

“Cruises are in business to feed you. If we miss the seating we can get room service.”

That did it, she thought. “How about you save that thought for after our dinner,” she replied, “I want to experience every part of this ship. And I can make it worth your while, if you catch my drift.”

“Caught and caught,” he said with a sly grin. “It would be bad form to miss our first official honeymoon dinner, wouldn’t it? Though if you hadn’t fallen asleep while I was in the shower we could have had our cake and eaten it too.”

Ann smiled to herself as Andy got up and went to the small bathroom to splash some water over his face. The funny part-and Andy always made her laugh-was that he had his boxers and undershirt already on. If he had really planned on a little sex on the seven seas he’d have already been naked before he slipped his tongue over her. Men were such silly boys-easily found out for the most part.

She rolled over and off the bed, which took up almost their complete cabin outside of the little hallway which separated the closet and bathroom, both of which were equally cramped. She felt a slight pang of remorse for those who hadn’t upgraded to a ‘deluxe’ cabin as they had. As it could not be much smaller, she assumed comically that perhaps it didn’t have a bed.

As she began dressing her thoughts turned to the honeymoon. In itself it would be a great adventure. Sailing from Miami to San Juan, Nassau, and even the cruise line’s private island getaway would be a treat as Ann’s only out of the country escapade was a trip to Tijuana in college. More exciting than the destinations on their seven night cruise was what it signaled. The beginning-officially anyway-of her life with Andy.

As she saw Andy put on his dinner jacket and shoot his cuffs she wondered how many other women would give him the once over. He was surely a catch and if truth be told perhaps a bit out of her league, though Andy had always turned that around on her, and perhaps with more than a little truth.

She’d never shared it with him, but seeing other sexy women check out her man gave her more than a slight tingle down below. More than anything she trusted Andy and always would. He was coming home to her bed tonight and every night on out.

She pulled the sheer black sheath dress down and let it flow over her hips and thighs, enjoying the feel of the fabric on her smooth skin. Although she usually thought sheath dresses unflattering, this one was a bit different and didn’t bulk up over her waist. And Andy adored her in it, making her think it was a great way to start the trip.

She rooted around in her bag for the silk stockings she’d packed. Starting to put them on, she hesitated and suddenly thought they were not that stylish and definitely not that tropical given their current location.

She balled them up and tossed them in one of the side compartments of her bag, thinking the sheerness of her taught legs would work well enough. After sliding into some black pumps with a modest four inch-but wide-heel, she was ready for her first official dinner outside of the wedding reception as Andy’s bride.

As usual he was ready before her but was tactful enough to pretend to be finishing up so as not to appear to rush her. Seeing she was ready, he turned and beamed at her.

“Wow,” he sighed, “Somebody is going to be a very lucky man tonight.” He offered his arm to her as he opened the door.

“It could be you, though the jury is still out,” she replied taking his arm, but then releasing it.

“Something wrong?” he inquired.

“Yes,” she said in the most mock serious tone she could muster. “There is no way we can get out of that door together if I am on your arm.”

“It’s the idea that counts, love,” he said, barely able to restrain a chuckle, “Just take my hand then.”

After that they made their way up to the dining room. Actually one of three, but this was the one they had been assigned to for their first evening’s dinner.

Ann felt the ship sway in the swells of the Atlantic, though again it could be the Caribbean by now for all she knew. She took one off kilter step, but Andy held firm.

“Told you there was a reason my stilettos were staying at home,” she said as she looked at him from under her long lashes.

***

Ann found the dinner selections all completely divine, and had a hard time deciding what to order. Eventually Andy made a decision for her, and she couldn't wait for the seared sea bass to arrive. Sipping from her glass of red wine, Ann was dazzled as she looked around at the opulent dining room. This surely wasn't Kansas anymore, she thought to herself. Perhaps the oddest thing to her was the floor length linen tablecloth, which in spite of its length seemed light as it lay across her silky thighs.

After the appetizer of stone crab claws and her third glass of wine, she could tell that the atmosphere was starting to get the best of her. The lighting was dim and the conversation around the room was muted, giving the room a very quiet ambiance, broken only by the soft sounds of the ship's band.

Ann found her thoughts wandering to visions of Andy's body gliding over her, his muscle undulating as he made love to her. Her mouth widened slightly with the thought and she could feel a tingle in her sex. She found herself wishing they'd skipped dinner and simply fucked until the dawn.

Dinner came and was delicious, though she found herself insatiable and her mind seemingly stuck in one gear, being driving by one single erotic thought. An idea came to her. She thought she could pull it off.

Discretely disguised by the tablecloth, she kicked the pump off her right foot, flexing her toes with relief as they enjoyed their newfound freedom. She paused for a moment, giving Andy her most seductive look while enjoying a final bite of the sea bass.

Andy caught her eye whimsically, and at almost the same time as Ann's toes found his knee and began to work their way teasingly up his thigh towards his cock. She found herself enjoying this, as teasing her husband sexually had been a favorite pastime almost from their first date.

As Ann worked her toes slowly up she stared at the Adonis-like figure cut by her husband. She could see his nostrils flare slightly as she neared the point where his legs met. A little more progress resulted in him visibly shifting his weight so as to spread his legs a bit more, giving her easier access to perform her magic on him.

Their head waiter came over to gather their plates and present the menu for desert. She knew she had his attention when he hadn't even looked at the desert menu by the time the staff returned to take their order.

"Would you like anything?" Ann queried Andy when the server reappeared, rubbing her toes ferociously against his now obviously painfully swollen cock under the table.

"Umm, no," Andy stammered, "I think that is it for tonight. Thanks for the wonderful night."

He stood, though Ann laughed silently to herself in seeing his stoop in a futile attempt to hide the current state of affairs in his pants. He came over to her and helped her get up from the table.

"But I'd like some desert, love," she said coyly, wanting to drive him to the brink of exploding right there in front of her.

"Come with me. Now." He seemed angry, but Ann couldn't quite believe it. She took his offered arm silently and let him lead her out of the dining salon. Her inner ego was very pleased to see many women turn their heads at the looks of Andy and a few men looked her over as well.

Knowing she had her man, Ann let Andy lead her, wondering where she would end up. She had more than an idea what would happen when they got to their destination, wherever that was. She bit her lip in anticipation and could feel the dampness grow between her own legs.

They made it to the elevator and Ann was surprised when Andy sent the lift up to the top deck as opposed to down to their cabin as she'd expected. As the button lit up and the door closed, Andy turned and pinned her against the back wall of the lift.

His mouth was on hers, his tongue invading and overrunning her. She felt his hand slide up the backside of her dress and cup her ass, which also pulled her forward and into him. He was hard and she wanted to feel him thrusting into her.

Without thinking, she lifted one leg partially, wrapping it around him. She subconsciously felt her dress rise up as Andy's hand slid inside the back of her panties. Decorum be damned, she thought, wanting to be fucked now regardless of who saw.

The elevator bell rang as they reached the top deck and Andy pulled away suddenly in realization of where they were, though in jerking his hand out of her panties so rapidly he had actually managed to rip them off of her entirely and they fell unnoticed to the floor.

Ann glanced at them for a split second and almost made to stoop to pick them up when the door opened. Seeing another couple waiting to get in, she felt a tremendous hotness spread from her sex and into her face as she and Andy exited the car, with her black panties lying damp and rumpled on the floor of the elevator.

She smirked as she heard a cry of disbelief from the elevator as the door closed again. Oh well was all she could say to herself. They were coming off one way or the other anyway.

Finally, Andy got them to their destination. How he even knew it existed was beyond Ann. He'd led her up to a space near the bow, which strangely appeared to be deserted. Perhaps this was because it was an area away from the pools and other points of interest on the deck further aft.

The lighting was dim but under the moon she could still easily make out the now neatly arranged lounge chairs already waiting their golden sunbathers the next morning. But for now it was just the pale green glow from above, and the sound of the ocean as the liner moved through it.

Andy took her, still leading by the hand, until they were as far forward as they could get. He took a lounge chair and pushed it into the dark cast caused by the metal side of the ship.

"Here," was all he said, gently guiding her to the chair and insinuating that she need lie on her back. She did so gladly, feeling the blood rush inside her in excitement and a tinge of fear-what would happen if they got caught? As she put her head back on the soft but coarse canvas backing of the chair, Andy stood and began to pull at his belt as he began to disrobe.

"Now," Ann said, mocking his bossy tone. To further make her point, she straddled the chair and impatiently tapped her heels against the teak decking on either side. Andy looked down at her with a look that, in the diminished light, was hard to fathom. It could be anger or simply amused puzzlement. She went with the latter.

"God it is humid out here," she continued, though in fact it wasn't. "I need to cool off somehow," she said, running her fingers up her legs to the hem of her dress. "Wait! I've got it!" she sighed as she began to slide her dress up and over her hips. Somehow a sudden draft blew across her, entwining itself in her moist sex.

She shook slightly, though not from the cold. Having the now naked Andy's complete attention, she spread her legs slightly and teased herself with her newly taken ring finger. She was surprised how easy it was to slide it in, and did so until her wetness covered her rings themselves. Her goal accomplished, she imagined her finger transforming itself magically into Andy's solid shaft of pleasure and let out a gasp which slowly turned into a moan.

She realized it was the moan of an animal in heat. She twirled her finger just once inside of herself, and then let it slide out slowly. She held it out to him, "Taste your wife?" she said in a voice that was both a question and an order.

Andy knelt on the chair and, taking her hand in his, slowly and suggestively sucked her finger clean, letting his tongue twirl around her finger like an ice skater at the Olympics. As he pulled it out, he let her pink nail hang on his lip.

She felt the heat inside her build. Between the emotion of the wedding, the erotic dinner, and this somewhat exposed location, having her sex licked completely from her fingers was too much. She wanted his lips on hers-all over her body for that matter.

She let her nail drop from his lip and almost naturally it went to his cock, pulling it firmly towards her while she spread her legs in preparation for what could perhaps be one of the most erotic nights of her life.

As Andy's body hovered over her, she lifted one leg and wrapped it around his waist, while the other lifted and hung mid-air. For half a second she watched her leg as in pointed skyward, the moonlight giving is almost a ghostly hue. Lord, she thought of how badly she wanted him this moment. Just to be his girl, his whore, his wife, his… anything. The only key word in her thinking was "his."

Her hand still slowly pulling his cock towards her, she brought his soft head against her sex and teased herself with it, letting it brush back and forth over her dampened and yearning lips. A second later she let go and felt him slide into her as a hand goes into an old glove.

She closed her eyes, feeling the ocean breeze wash over her as the soft touch of his hard cock filled her. She dug her nails into his bare shoulders pulling him down to show her desire.

The feeling of him drove her quite mad and the feel of him sliding in and out, his rhythm and pace changing constantly, served to drive her to the pinnacles of passion and beyond. Then he did something he had never done before, not once in the countless times they'd fucked and the even larger number of times they'd made love.

He twisted somehow so that his cock went around the inside of her sex. She literally could not explain it, the feeling so exquisite and powerful.

"God," she moaned, grabbing the backs of her knees impulsively and extending her legs until they were almost straight out from her body, forming a rather odd shaped "Y." "Never," she paused, now gasping for breath as her heat built to a crescendo, "Did. That. Before."

With her legs now spread to what had to be their furthest limit she could feel him reaching deeper inside her with each thrust, though now he was teasing her, alternating randomly between deep and hard thrusts with shallow and soft ones, sometimes allowing a deep and soft thrust come into play.

She was completely bewildered and sensually overwhelmed by what was happening to her. Feeling herself lose control as a catastrophically wonderful orgasm erupted from deep within her core, she wrapped her legs around Andy once again, linking them at the ankles. This both drew him in closer still and prevented him from pulling out. They'd always used a condom before their nuptials, and she found herself wanting to feel the warm touch of his semen inside of her for the first time.

"Andy," she whispered as she shook in an uncontrollable response to his rabid lovemaking. She squeezed his ass hard as he continued to pump her, though now she knew he was close to his own climax. She could always tell as his cock chubbed up just a tiny bit more immediately prior to the big show, as they'd come to affectionately call it.

She felt him thrust one last time and exhale deeply as he erupted inside her. Against her whispered "I love you's," he collapsed on her and lay still as his climax rose and fell. After a few minutes their breathing came back to the realm of normalcy and the sounds of the ship and the surrounding sea returned, having been drowned out by the noise of their passion.

Suddenly the ships horn sounded, startling both of them, and for a moment they thought they’d been found out, but the booming sound soon faded and was again replaced by the soft sound of the sea and they realized the horn’s sounding had nothing to do with them.

They stood and while Andy got dressed Ann smoothed her dress and worked it back down over her hips. With Andy still working with his shoes, Ann turned to face the water, letting the crisp night breeze wash over her.

She felt Andy brush against her as he came to stand beside her at the rail. Taking his arm, they went back towards the pool area and the rest of the ship. Ann felt flush with exhilaration at knowing that they’d just done something extremely sexy and hot but perhaps just a little bit forbidden as well. With a slight giggle, she realized that she could come to like married life after all.

She thought about heading back to their cabin, if for no other reason than to get a fresh pair or panties, though strangely not having them gave her a bit of a wanton feeling inside that she unashamedly had to admit intrigued her. Feeling that she was getting her sea legs under her, she was now wishing she'd brought some more daring shoes, though she knew that most women felt plenty daring with four inches. Four inches of heel, anyway.

And she knew how Andy adored her legs, especially the way they looked in heels — like most men, the higher the better, regardless of the eventual pain on the wearer.

He took her on a round of clubs, and it seemed the ship had one of every flavor. They passed through a mellow and seductive jazz club, a funky and eclectic hip hop club, and a more traditional contemporary dance club before settling on a quiet piano bar.

There was only one more couple in the cozy little place, enjoying each other as the pianist, who seemed to have more skill and talent than you'd expect on a cruise ship, segued cleanly from Billy Joel into Frank Sinatra. Ann had always had a soft spot for the crooners, and had even gotten Andy on board to a limited extent, which was surprising given his penchant for Led Zeppelin, which to her was just screaming about raping and plundering.

Just hearing a Sinatra song always made Ann feel cozy, loving, and nigh on overly emotional. She snuggled close to her husband and put her hand on his thigh, but not as a sexual prelude, but simply as a way to get still closer to him.

After Sinatra came Eric Clapton's Wonderful Tonight, which seemed an odd choice but yet did work in some sort of weird way when rearranged for the piano. Evidently it wasn't to the liking of the other couple as they made their way out of the bar.

Ann felt extremely special to be having an almost private concert just for themselves and the staff. Andy ordered a bottle of champagne and then got up and whispered something to the piano player.

The champagne came and after the steward opened the bottle and poured them each a glass, as the song came to an end, another didn't immediately start as previously. Andy paused and raised his glass and said simply to her, "For you." Ann raised her glass in return and they each took a long sip of the bubbly concoction.

"And for our special guests Andy and his lovely bride Ann on their honeymoon, by request," the player said, without announcing the song. He seemed to be just scatting his way around the keys, but then Ann started to discern a familiar melody.

As tears of love and joy began to fill her eyes, the opening lyric softly enveloped the room. It started low, and then built.

"Oh, my love, my darling… I've hungered for your touch."

The first tear rolled down her cheek, surely making her mascara run, but Ann didn't care. Andy didn't either she imagined as he didn't care much at all about makeup and always said she looked better without it.

He stood and put his champagne on the table, offering his hand to her. She took it and he pulled her to her feet, in doing so taking her own glass from her and setting it beside his on the small cocktail table. He led her towards the piano until they were only a few scant feet from the black beast.

Then he held her and they began to dance. Somehow he always knew how to take something immensely special and make it even more so. As if the cruise and his heart were not enough, to create ad hoc such a special moment as having the piano player play their song just for them was a stroke of genius in taking advantage of an empty bar. But still, it made her heart melt all over again.

She closed out everything but the sound of the divine music, her emotions, and the touch and feel of her beloved. Together they swayed, becoming almost completely one, and she had high doubts that they would be permitted to become physically one here, even given the lack of people around.

She perhaps had never felt so loved as she did at this very moment. Things like this touched her much more than even the hottest sex, though she obviously enjoyed that probably a bit too much anyway. She let herself be enveloped by him, letting his arms become her world.

They swayed together more than danced, though this passed for dancing in their world. As they moved in perfect syncopation, she could feel herself getting aroused. She could feel the swelling in her breasts, the slight tough of dampness returning to her sex, and the slight shortness of breath which all presaged her attraction to this most divine of men.

She laid her head on Andy's shoulder, and could almost taste the slight hint of salt from the sweat dried on his neck from their rendezvous on the deck earlier. He smelled like her dream man and as she savored the musky masculine scent she could feel her arousal building still further in a nice and highly enjoyable gradual progression.

Suddenly the ship shuddered slightly from what must have been a rogue Atlantic roller, or at least that was Ann's guess from her perspective. Andy had felt it as well, and he instinctively grabbed Ann to steady her. With the added closeness, Ann could felt her breasts still further and could feel her engorged nipples press tightly against her bra.

As they were so close now, Ann could almost feel each of Andy's muscles contract and relaxed as they continued to dance along with their evidently private pianist. It was almost as if they were dancing naked, which was an insanely interesting and erotic visual.

Almost as soon as the visual popped into her head of the two of them dancing naked together-with their own private pianist no less-Ann suddenly felt her sex let loose with an almost completely unexpected orgasm. Her knees got weak and she shook against Andy's hard body, just as the song climaxed as well (given the length, this must be an extended version?).

She fell into him, and as she hoped they always would be, his arms took her weight and he held her close. Knowing what had happened, he guided her back to the table and their champagne, which the staff had helpfully chilled.

“Are you okay,” Andy asked, concern crossing his face as he saw the tears trickle down his wife’s face.

“Yes,” she whispered, taking a sip of her champagne just to serve to wet her throat. “It is all just so overwhelming. I am riding waves of emotion that I have simply never thought possible before.”

He smiled and held her hand, letting her compose herself in her own good time. They listened to a few more songs before the pianist finished his set and took his leave. Both Ann and Andy went up and thanked him personally for the special touch he had added to their honeymoon vacation. It was a moment neither would soon forget.

They finished their drinks and with a hefty tip left the little piano bar arm in arm.

“How about this time you let me lead the way,” Ann said as she took the lead and almost drug Andy along.

She led him up to the sports bar in the upper rear of the ship. As she’d expected it was pretty crowded with folks gathered to watch the second half of Monday Night Football, which was just getting underway.

Andy had given her a memorable moment with the Righteous Brothers, and she wanted to return the favor. She knew it was killing him not to see his favorite team, the Cowboys play. Incidentally they were playing tonight, but yet to his credit Andy hadn’t said a word about it.

She got them a pretty good high-top table where he could get his gridiron God fix.

“You do not need to do this,” he said, giving her a kiss after he spoke, “I can totally miss the game. Being with you is so much more important to me right now.”

“Well,” she said as she motioned for the barkeep to grab them a pair of beers, “I wasn’t planning on going anywhere. And giving what you need makes me happy. More than you will ever know.”

The beers-actually the barkeep had brought a bucket over-arrived and Ann took out two and handed one to Andy after twisting off the cap.

“Here is to us,” Ann said, clinking the longneck of her bottle against Andy’s.

“No,” he said with one eye cocked to the side to watch Tony Romo fumble yet another snap from center, “Here is to you.” Their bottle clinked again and both took a healthy swig.

“You know,” she said, continuing, “This is more our style. As much as I adore and enjoy the fancy dinners, the private concerts with champagne service, this is what I love most. I like just hanging out relaxing with you with a few beers.”

“If I had known that a few months ago,” he said with a devilish gleam in his eye, “I could have saved a ton of money and just gotten us a room at the Motel 6 by the nearest Hooters.”

“Oh no,” she replied, now almost choking on her beer in her mirth, “That would most definitely not been in order. This is a trip we’ll never forget.” She took another pull from her bottle. “Plus the sex is way hotter aboard a ship I’ve learned.”

“And tomorrow is that private island,” he said. “Gives me more than a few ideas.”

She let him focus on the game, for which she only had a slight interest. Instead she let her mind wander to tomorrow’s visit to the island and the rest of their trip. Then back to their home and checking out their wedding larder.

It was hard not to get carried away with all of the excitement of this new life together with all of the fun benchmarks and other important events she and Andy would be sharing together. She tried to restrain herself and keep her focus but after a few minutes of frustration she decided it was okay to let loose.

The path of a newlywed on the start of a great adventure with her new husband was a path that she didn’t plan on treading down again. It was fine for her to get crazy and enjoy herself without worrying about the consequences for now.

She replaced her empty bottle in the bucket and grabbed another, enjoying the crisp sound as she twisted the cap off. She grabbed another and passed it over to Andy.

“Let’s enjoy tonight,” she said, “And tomorrow in the morning.”

He smiled and kissed her, leaving a faint taste of cool beer. She squeezed his leg and smiled.

Sometimes heaven is easy to achieve.

Mercy Fuck

by Bernice Jacobs

Mercy spent countless hours combing her tangled hair. She didn't do it because she enjoyed it, she felt like she needed to, like a surgeon sewing a cut, or a dermatologist erasing a scar.

For Mercy, maintaining her appearance was a societal requirement for a woman, especially for young professional women like herself. Despite this, she reluctantly carried out the process of beautifying herself with a sense of duty over any feeling of delight, like a prison guard carrying out an execution.

No matter how nice her newly applied gelled manicured nails looked, Mercy equated her life to that of a prisoners'. She felt like a slave to all the ridiculous demands burdening her delicate shoulders and tiring her well moisturized hands.

Mercy credited her voluptuous curves to all of her promotions, having very little respect for men as most of them typically ignored the vast intellect, neglecting it like an orphan or an unwanted step-child. Mercy reached her boiling point, tired of playing by the hypocritical norms ruling the male dominated world. She wouldn't take it anymore, pledging to rebel against it all.

Mercy had only been in love once, but it was extremely brief and every man she'd been with since him was always myopically concerned with getting his, having no concern for ensuring she was satisfied while gazing at her with their celebratory smiles of satisfaction, beaming like sun rays just before rolling their lazy bodies out of her bed and making their way to the door.

Mercy's breaking point splintered like an old brittle stick in the last few days. Now, she was determined to live her life by her rules, as ruthless as they were, taking another big swig of the well-aged whiskey from the flask she received after becoming the youngest attorney in her firm in its hundred year history.

Determined to side-step the naive expectations of the modern era, she was ready to let go of all inhibition, giving herself permission to be as reckless as she needed to be in order to treat men like objects of pleasure and nothing more.

Running her fingers through her hair, deliberately tussling it into chaos, her dress swaying in the frosty weather, she briskly proceeded towards the Elite High-Class Bullet Train. Only people with a great deal of money, or a company that sponsored seats, could afford to ride it.

Mercy, for the first time in her young life, was determined to impulsively pursue her personal pleasure whatever the risk. Taking another giant swig from her silver plated flask, while taking her first step onto the train, she allowed herself to enjoy the burn it caused as it tumbled down her throat.

For most of Mercy's life, her time was strictly devoted to achieving success in her field. She was never great at getting close to people and always felt like an outsider.

It took a long time before Mercy could bring herself to get close to someone. Only one time in her life had she ever met a man that she felt close to right away, but that was a long time ago. She tried not to think about it, especially not tonight.

The next few steps she took on the train, Mercy grew excited at the thought of acting out spontaneously, convinced this was the only way she'd be able to break free of the grueling loneliness and misery she'd been spiraling down recently, and she took another drink to celebrate such an optimistic prospect.

Walking toward the section of seats that were open to anyone who pays per ride, different than the section of seats reserved for her massive firm, hoping that this small act might help push her towards more spontaneous and unpredictable situations to act on.

Staring at the seat she usually sat in when she rode the train, she took another few drinks from her flask. A few moments later, a corpulent woman she didn't recognize suspiciously looked around, and then deposited herself in it.

“Pathetic wench,” Mercy whispered under her breath much too quiet for anyone else to hear, laughing as she did. She took another swig of whiskey as she began wondering if she felt as unhappy on the inside as the heavy woman taking her usual seat looked on the outside.

The train began moving quickly, shooting along the track with great force. Mercy loved riding this extremely exclusive train, filled with only the best and the brightest people her massive city had to offer. This social separation helped her feel important, somehow, making the ride to and from work the best part of her day.

Continuing to take a few more drinks from her large flask, a man's voice abruptly resonated, as if it was from the male lead of a classic romantic movie. Sitting alone in her comfortable booth, Mercy closed her eyes slowly, pressing her weary forehead against the cold window pane.

Without realizing what she was doing, Mercy began running her soft hand under her dress rerunning the memory of the man's sexy voice in her head, while her fingers slid smoothly towards her warm slit.

Too caught up in herself to notice, the man with the classically romantic voice sat down next to her. Feeling her seat sink as he sat down, she opened her eyes and was pleasantly surprised to see him, as if she'd somehow summoned him by fantasizing about him touching her.

Moving her fingers with more intensity, she caused them to dance around her pussy, concentrating hard to resist the temptation of allowing her body to buck out of control as she began enjoying herself more than she'd anticipated.

The man's hand carelessly drifted against her exposed knee, causing Mercy to instinctively jerk away, even though she secretly hoped it hadn't been an accident, wanting nothing more than for him to take her in his willing arms and place her on top of him so she could ride him like a wild bronco. The man, however, just continued ignoring her.

Opening his lid of freshly brewed coffee, the cup indicating he'd purchased it from the dining car, the aroma ran through Mercy's veins like a soothing drug. Discreetly watching over the man, she began wondering what he did for a living, not recognizing him as a politician or from the number of trade magazines she perused from time to time.

The man, continuing to act as if he was unaware of her caused Mercy to turn away from him completely, catching a reflection of her pretty face in the window. Her lips were bright red, her hair was freshly tousled.

If my hair was combed, Mercy began thinking, I'd probably be good enough for him to pay attention to me. If I looked together, he'd probably find me worth talking to, someone worth pursuing even.

What an asshole, Mercy continued thinking illogically. Mercy, buzzing off of good whiskey, felt insulted as if the man's actions were nothing more than an example of the man's absurd rules governing the world, desperately wanting to find a man who found her beautiful in every moment of every day regardless of how messy her hair looked.

This shit's so one sided, Mercy continued thinking, opening up the lid of her flask, sending a number of gulps directly down, without any concern of the man's judgment sitting next to her.

Mercy wanted a new life, she continued realizing. My curves and my beauty, coupled with my brain, are far too much of a goddamn rare commodity in this screwed up backwards world, Mercy began mentally ranting. I should be able to have everything I want, whenever the hell I want it, she continued thinking, intentionally pulling her dress down to expose the top of her breasts a great deal more.

Closing the lid of her flask, she went back to touching herself, ignoring the man sitting next to her, despite slowly moving her other hand towards his leg until it was only a centimeter from him. I should run my finger nails up his leg, Mercy thought, he'd be all over me then I bet. I should run them straight up his crotch and wrap them around his man parts, forcing every drop of his blood rushing towards it.

Tilting her head down, she gazed at the sheer array of colors painting her dress. The beauty of it turned her on even more, and her fingers began gently whisking against her pink pussy lips.

My dress alone should be enough to make any man hard, Mercy continued thinking, while slyly peering out the corner of her eye, noticing the man next to her blatantly staring at her partially exposed breasts, unaware of what she was discreetly doing under the coat she cleverly draped herself in for the modicum of privacy it provided.

The excitement of the moment, however, sent shivers of electricity up and down her spine, energizing her fingers like never before. At only twenty-six years old, Mercy usually felt decades older with the sheer amount of responsibility her professional life burdened her with, but as she began pressing the tip of her middle finger into her pink hole, she finally felt her age again.

I should be on every man's short list of who he wants to fuck, she began thinking becoming more and more aroused as she did.

Men should be killing each other to eat me out every night, especially with as fit as I keep myself, she continued thinking.

With her free hand still resting next to the gentleman's leg, his perverted eye's burning a hole in her chest, she could tell how bad he wanted to pluck her nipples with his firm fingers. She knew how desperate he was to play with her breasts, his arousal beginning to show in the bulge growing in his pants.

As Mercy continued subtly watching the man's facial expression grow more and more intense, she could tell he wanted to throw his face under her colorful dress and cup her pussy in his mouth.

Mercy continued circling her sensitive clit with the tips of her two fingers, but as the excitement grew she pushed them both into her moist pink hole and couldn't stop herself from letting out an airy sigh of satisfaction, loud enough that the man sitting next to her was sure to recognize what she was so excited about.

Mercy was aware that her light outburst probably wasn't heard by anyone other than the man sitting next to her, but she was sure the man sitting next to her heard it as he proudly smiled with great joy at his discovery.

In response, Mercy moved her free hand intentionally across the top of the man's thigh, skipping her fingers to his crotch as she softly squeezed his stiff penis as if she was giving it a handshake. Feeling his balls throb against her finger tips, she pushed her two fingers back into her insatiable pink pussy, as deep as they'd go.

“That's it bitch,” the man's silky voice quietly let out, before releasing a moan as Mercy squeezed his dick hard before quickly recoiling it, causing the man to pop up on to his feet like a rocket, as his steaming coffee splashed down across his blood filled genitals, while the cup crashed down atop his expensive shoes.

“Serves you right, pervert!” Mercy shouted. “Now don't try touching me again, asshole!” Mercy yelled even louder, angry at the man for calling her a 'bitch' so brazenly, finding enough satisfaction in his coffee covered cock to smile with joy, while commanding him to “find another seat,” ordering him around like a new employee back in her office.

His crotch was soaking wet. As he walked back into the aisle, his hard erect penis was visible through his thin dress pants to every onlooker, his manliness falling under the scrutiny of every judging eye, all of which convicting him of being guilty as a sexual predator before he exited the train car in dishonor.

“Wasn't that Michael T. Cone?” A woman's voice piped up.

“Who?” a man's voice asked.

“You know, the property tycoon,” the woman answered.

“Yeah it was!” a different person said, amidst a large number of people grunting and making noises people make when they disapprove of something.

“Well, I don't give a shit how much property that asshole owns,” a man stood up, “he doesn't own people!” The handsome man, stoically stood while shaking his head in disbelief, and with his strong chin directed towards her, his stony eyes filled with concern made contact with hers where he lipped her a question through his crooked grin, “are you okay?”

Mercy, ignoring the emotions his concern sent rushing through her, delicately stood up. She took a great amount of care stepping over Michael T. Cone's spilled coffee as she made her way into the aisle.

Walking to the opposite door that Michael T. Cone exited from, she opened the door leading to another train car. Looking over shoulder before exiting the train car, she winked at the handsome man with stony eyes, as if to thank him for her concern and she took her leave.

The train increased its speed, briskly soaring along its long iron tracks, jolting Mercy a bit as she entered the new train car. Before visually inspecting the open seating area for an available place to sit, her hand reached into her purse for her flask again, downing another sip before discovering there weren't any empty booths.

At first,Mercy wasn't interested in sharing a seat with anyone, preferring to be alone with herself to avoid another scene. Walking through the center aisle as if a sea of suits and pant skirts were magically parted before her, Mercy didn't notice a single man looking directly at her, although it wasn't hard for her to notice that all of them were slyly spying her magnificent legs as she pressed each of her heals against the floor of the car.

Spineless tools, Mercy thought, desperately desiring to find an isolated seat where she could curl up with her flask of whiskey and touch herself in peace.

Mercy made it a habit of looking through other women, enough that she no longer noticed their judgmental eyes, despite knowing that they all wanted the same freedom that men had as she did. The freedom to fuck a hard cock and walk away without caring to ask him his name, let alone his number. Still, that didn't stop any of them from condemning any woman who dare tried.

Tired of being sad, Mercy felt devoted to living out a life of pleasure. I have to try it at least, Mercy thought to herself, as a tiny smile broke free from the corner of her perfect mouth, excited that she might finally find a sliver of happiness in this male dominated world.

Being beautiful, Mercy thought while still slowly strolling through the long train car, had its definite advantages. She stretched her legs out longer than she normally would with each stride, causing a row of men to nonchalantly place their hands over their faces to keep their chins from collapsing to their feet.

Mercy angled the line of her thin neck so her light brown eyes could pierce through the sea of gray garments, all of which were lazily draping the other passengers sitting in the train car, as if she was a bull plotting out its charge. Mercy was carefully trying to locate a quiet isolated spot to rub her tiny nipples and give her tan breasts a nice squeeze. That's the only thing that was on her mind.

Without having any luck with finding an empty seat, she peered over her shoulder noticing three men staring directly at her tight curvy bottom, and she briefly began wondering if any of the successful looking gentleman would ever think about giving her brain as much attention as they were giving her ass.

“Not one,” she quietly whispered to herself. “They'd want their cocks sucked for sure, but not one..” and she trailed off with a giggle upon realizing she was thinking out loud instead of quietly in her head.

Mercy's turned her head down ever so slightly, catching the eyes of a woman sitting a few feet away who was giving her a condescending look and Mercy instantly realized she'd most likely heard what she just said.

As Mercy took another step towards the woman she looked straight into her eyes and lipped the word “bitch,” without making a sound. Shock manifested on the woman's face as if she was in the initial stages of having a stroke, and she closed her tormented and judgmental eyes as Mercy continued walking past her.

Instead of perusing the train car any longer, Mercy decided to push on through to the next train car and look for an open seat there. Reaching the door connecting the train cars, Mercy slid it open and stepped through to the next car, as if doing so held the promise to a new beginning and smile slowly began forming over her face.

The new train car Mercy entered was sparsely populated and she immediately spotted a vacant booth on the other end of the train car located, in the open seating section. Walking towards it, the three sparkling gold bracelets dangling on her forearm lightly collided against one another making her sound like a wind chime, alerting every conscious man of her approach.

When she reached her seat, Mercy pulled her coat over her body and took another swig from her flask, and then immediately began running her soft fingers under her dark golden bra just as the whiskey began warming the blood flowing through her.

Rubbing the outside of her beautiful big breasts, Mercy lightly clamped two of her fingers around one of her nipples, as if she was trapping something precious with no intention of letting go. Turning her exquisitely shaped face towards the window, Mercy began rubbing her waxy pink pussy as gently as she could mange, curling her lips as she thought of the hard cock pressing against the fresh coffee stain in Michael T. Cone's dress pants.

Mercy found a great deal of satisfaction in knowing that such a powerful man was so easily turned on at the mere sight of the top of her beautiful round breasts. It was big, Mercy continued thinking about Michael T. Cone's cock, and she began wondering whether or not she'd even be able to fit it all in her mouth if she tried.

Smooth sailing, the super fast bullet train continued coasting over the metallic tracks, casually shuffling her muscular round booty back and forth while she began to slowly ride the two stiffened fingers she began angling up inside of her.

Too caught up in what she was doing, it took Mercy a few moments before she recognized the gentleman in an expensive Italian suit standing in the aisle gazing at her. One of his hands was on the sliding door, as if he was about to pass through on to the next car, but seeing her face caught up in such elation forced him to stop dead in his tracks.

Mercy's eyes were closed, when the man first noticed her and as she slowly opened them up, there he was witnessing her trembling lips, and her legs begin quivering as if she was having a pleasurable seizure, her two determined fingers gently massaging her spot.

“Oh ggggggod,” Mercy sighed quietly out of complete physical satisfaction, calmly staring up into the eyes of the beautiful light brown haired man watching her from the aisle. The feeling felt too good to let anything, or anyone, rob Mercy of it.

Mercy was intrigued by his brazenness, wondering if he was worthy of her sexual desires or not. Under normal circumstances, finding a man staring at her while she was pleasing herself would creep her out, Mercy thought, but this was hardly normal circumstances.

Mercy was fairly sure the man knew what she was doing to herself under the concealment of her coat, and when she looked into his eyes again she realized she was right about her initial assumption. Neither of them said a word, but his eyes revealed that there was absolutely no mystery to him about what he'd just witnessed.

For a moment, Mercy stopped touching herself, looking back at the man with curiosity while he continued looking at her with his empty motionless face. Maybe he wants to watch me, Mercy continued thinking, maybe it's turning him on.

Before Mercy began touching herself again, she quickly thought about how she didn't need another guy who was only interested in pleasing himself, without any concern to helping her get off. She wanted a man who respected her enough to work towards her pleasure as well, and as handsome and successful as the mysterious man appeared at first glance, she hoped he was just the type of man she was looking for.

The two continued staring at each other, neither of them making a move or indicating what they desired from the other. Mercy, still quite tipsy from the disappearing contents within her flask, began slowly growing angry at the man for not doing anything but staring at her.

Is this guy just a perverted fucking prick, Mercy began wondering? Is he just another man who plays by his ridiculous man rules, a man would would fuck me and then proudly call me a slut while he walk away thinking he's some sort of stud, Mercy continued mentally questioning.

Mercy almost opened her mouth to tell him off, but instead moved her hand slightly, pulling out her flask and filled her mouth full of whiskey, a whiskey that no longer burned, and she swished it around in her mouth once and then promptly swallowed it down in a single gulp.

Be spontaneous for once, god damn, Mercy mentally coached herself, while attempting to push beyond the hurdles of doubt her mind cleverly placed in front of her. Lifting up the flask to her mouth, one more time, Mercy drank down another gulp and instantly began desiring the well dressed man as if she'd never had any doubts about his intentions, secretly hoping he'd jump in the booth with her and take her right then and there.

Tilting her head slightly, Mercy noticed the man's brow begin to moisten. He's starting to crack, Mercy thought. He must be nervous! I'm actually making him nervous, Mercy thought excitedly while continuing to stare deep into his eyes and she never felt more like a predator eying its prey than she did in that moment.

For the first time, Mercy felt like the hunter. It was as if the man, and all his carefully hidden vulnerabilities and fears, were being exposed with every additional second she weighed her eyes upon his. Is this how men always feel, she posited? It's thrilling, she slyly smiled. It's absolutely thrilling, and Mercy's desire for power over this man only began increasing.

Enjoying the thrill of control and power, Mercy pulled her coat off from covering up her body while blatantly lifting her dress and exposing her light gold colored panties. She then began sweeping her fingers across the wet lips of her pussy again, while leaning her arched back into the corner of her seat, deliberately exposing herself more to him.

The handsome well dressed man, with his impeccable style, stumbled into the metal train door while attempting to lean suavely into it because he forgot to first extend his arm in order to brace himself causing him to completely lose his cool.

“Shit,” the handsome man complained in a tone resonating in anger. Mercy began laughing uncontrollably, which only served to piss him off more. Glaring at her with hostility that seemed to light a glowing flame in his swelling eyes, the man stared at her as if he was consuming with rage.

Taking a small step back, the man straightened his spine and closed his eyes for a few seconds before opening them again, as if he was somehow rebooting his mental programming with a server from some evil empire. All the while his stiff prick remained pointing straight up to his head, like an arrow from one of those 'I'm with stupid shirts,' and Mercy began laughing even louder at the thought of that.

Furious now, the man carelessly stepped towards Mercy as if initiating a duel with an adversary while Mercy playfully straightened one of her legs out further, pushing one of her delicate fingers back up her sweet moist pinkness, causing the man to descend one of his knees down to her booth seat, to look Mercy square in her eyes.

“Suck my cock!” the man burst out coarsely in a broken Eastern European accent while his hand grabbed onto her wrist. Stunned, Mercy pulled her arm back with the strength of a hundred lifetimes of preparation and swung her open hand flat across his round face forcing the Eastern European man to tumble down into the aisle of the train like a bruised fruit bouncing around on the bed of a truck speeding down a gravel road.

Reclaiming the thrill of power, Mercy rose to her feet slowly like a smooth elevator and stared down at the scrambling man, quickly noticing everyone else in the train car look towards him after hearing the loud slap that caused him to fall.

“You must be out of your goddamn mind!” Mercy yelled, “trying to touch me like that! You should be ashamed of yourself!” she continued.

The man stared back up at Mercy, completely shocked. His face made it clear that he wasn't used to being put in such a weakened position by anyone, especially not a woman. To think, Mercy thought, just moments ago I was wondering whether or not he was the one I'd choose to let my mouth be dominated by his stiff dick, the same dick she noticed that was now currently pitching a giant tent in his expensive dress pants, while simultaneously being painfully restrained by the shiny belt buckle he was wearing.

Noticing the man was about to yell back at her and defend his actions, Mercy shouted over his broken gasps, “you asked me to shove your cock into my mouth, you sick fuckin' pervert! What the fuck is wrong with you?”

For some reason this situation made Mercy think about his big penis being shoved down her throat so hard she was left gasping for breath, and for a moment her inner thighs began tingling in anticipation of it. What's wrong with me, she continued thinking, realizing these conflicting feelings while being unable to square them out.

Mercy just continued glaring back down at the man, while he continued wriggling and struggling around on the aisle floor like a broken-winged bird trying to fly.

I don't want to be an object a man can control, Mercy continued thinking to herself, I want to be a pleasure challenge he commits himself to fulfilling, not merely a box he can rent to park his dick into. I want a man who wants to do good for me, Mercy emphatically continued thinking, realizing something she hadn't thought before, while continuing to stare down at the European man, who's cracked head seemed to be the cause of all his pride escaping from his face.

I want a man who treats me like the rare young woman I am, a man who spoils me before he fucks me, one who can look into my sultry eyes and direct conversation towards my intelligence not just direct his dick towards my banging body, Mercy finally admitted to herself. God, Mercy continued, I'm really not succeeding at this spontaneous bullshit at all, am I? I'm failing miserably.

The silence in the train car was deafening and Mercy began thinking about the handsome strong chinned man who defended her against Michael T. Cone's stiff coffee covered cock, from the last train car she was sitting in. Maybe that's what I want, Mercy pondered, a man who'll fight for me.

Thinking about the handsome chinned man a bit more, Mercy's eyes couldn't help but stare at the Eastern European man's stiff stilted cock a bit more as he made a few adjustments with his pants to relieve his tent pole from being uncomfortably tugged by his shiny belt buckle. Eventually, the Eastern European man clumsily stumbled back to his unsteady feet, and made his way to the door, where he exiting the train car in utter disgrace.

Returning to her seat, Mercy turned her head towards the window again and looked up towards the moonlit clouds dangling form the sky. She began to think about how lucky they were that they were never alone.

“Pretty, huh?”

She heard a man's deep voice say, startling her enough to turn towards it. She recognized his stony eyes right away and she smiled back at him. His strong chin hung just below his crooked smile.

“It's a nice looking night out there, right?” The man who defended her earlier, looked past Mercy's face, out towards the illuminated clouds in the midnight sky as he spoke.

Mercy turned back towards the window, feeling the train move fast along the tracks, the clouds seeming to permanently remain anchored in their place like pictures hanging from a wall.

“It really is,” Mercy answered him softly, almost bringing the flask to her lips before closing the lid instead of taking another drink.

“Do you mind if I sit?” her defender asked her.

“I don't mind at all,” Mercy replied deciding to restrain herself a bit more than she had before.

Tousling her hair so that it dangled in a chaotic fashion, Mercy and her defender began talking about everything she imagined a man could ask her. He respected her and seemed to see a beauty in her beyond her manicured nails.

Despite her voluptuous curves, the man's interests seem to lie more in her intellect, her goals, and her ambitions, and Mercy never felt more comfortable with a man than this man she had just met.

Mercy, for the second time in her young life, met a man she felt comfortable with almost immediately, and soon became determined not to let her newly ascribed impassivity ruin her pursue of it.

She decided to sit back and just see where the rest of the night might take her…

Relighting the Flame

by Angela Keller

Karissa hissed under her breath as she looked under the hood of her car. From what she was seeing she was pretty sure she was going to need a tow. This was nothing she could fix on the side of the road with the few tools in her trunk.

She leaned back against her vehicle and took out her cell, dreading the phone call she was about to make. The only tow service in town was run by the last person she wanted to see-her ex-boyfriend, Mac. He’d probably give her hell about not taking care of her car, even though she got it serviced it regularly.

She recognized his voice instantly when he picked up, the sound of it still sending a little shiver down her spine. It drove her crazy that he could still get to her like that, but she brushed it off for the moment and greeted, “Hey, Mac. It’s Karissa.”

“What kind of trouble did you get yourself into this time?” he wondered, his voice slightly muffled. He probably had a cigarette between his lips.

“I just need my car towed to the shop. I’m over on Main Street.”

“Seems like there’s always something wrong with that POS,” Mac taunted, a hint of a smile in his voice. “I’ll be right over.”

“Thanks.”

Karissa sighed and hung up, frustrated by the tension in her gut. This guy was bad news and she knew it. No matter how good of a guy he could be, he was always trouble in the end, but that didn’t seem to matter to her hormones. They still ran wild every time she spoke to him.

When the truck pulled onto the street Karissa felt her stomach give a little lurch. Why did Mac have to come himself? Wasn’t he busy? Why couldn’t he just send one of the other guys?

The questions zipped through her mind as she watched him pull in front of her car and step out, still wearing his blue mechanic coveralls. Good lord, he looked good in those and the work boots didn’t help her dilemma.

“Hey, girl,” he said, nodding at her as he sauntered over to her car. “Mind if I take a look under the hood?”

She frowned at the suggestive glimmer in his eyes and stepped to the side so he could check out the engine.

“Feel free.”

She couldn’t help the way her gaze roamed over him as he bent over slightly and examined the damage. He had an amazing body with just the right amount of wiry muscle, broad shoulders, and sexy, slender hips.

Karissa shifted slightly, trying to ignore the light tingling that was already starting between her legs. It wasn’t right the way he turned her on without a single touch. That was why their turbulent relationship had lasted for two years-the sex was incredible and he was irresistible to her.

Mac got everything set up and when it was time to go back to the shop Karissa got into the truck with him. She placed her hands in her lap and fidgeted as she stared out the window, doing her best not to look at him.

“So, how have you been, ‘Riss?” he wondered, glancing over at her.

“Not bad, I guess; working all the time. How are you?”

“Same… been missing you.” He reached over and placed his hand on her thigh, letting it roam up her leg just enough to tease her.

“You don’t miss me; you miss what’s between my legs,” Karissa countered, pushing his hand away.

He shrugged and grabbed the wheel again, smirking. “Like you don’t miss what’s between mine?”

She frowned at that and bit the inside of her lip. Yes, she definitely missed it and it was driving her insane at the moment. She wanted more than anything for him to pull that truck over and just take her right there, but she wasn’t going to tell him that.

“Can’t we be in the same vicinity without you hitting on me?” she sighed.

“Nope.”

Karissa’s heart started to race as he suddenly veered onto an empty back road, the truck slowing down as he did so. She couldn’t deal with this. If he started making moves on her she knew she wouldn’t hold out for long.

As Mac pulled the vehicle to a stop completely he draped his arm across the seat behind her and moved a little closer.

“I see the way you keep looking at me, ‘Riss,” he teased, his calloused fingertips trailing up the back of her neck. His touch made goose bumps rise all over her skin and she hated that her body gave her away so easily.

“Mac, please don’t do this,” she groaned, avoiding his jade eyes. “I just want to get my car fixed.”

“It’ll get fixed, babe. This is just a little detour.”

He winked and turned her face up to him, leaning in dangerously close. She subconsciously licked at her lips, staring at his eagerly and trying to control the rapid beating of her pulse.

She knew she should pull away as his lips drew closer to hers, but as his familiar scent washed over her she couldn’t fight him. She let him kiss her softly, remaining still for a long moment as he did so, but eventually she started to return the gesture.

He tasted so familiar-like mint and cigarettes-and his hands felt so nice as they slid down her body to hold her hips. No matter how much it bothered her, she missed him. She missed being close to him and she missed the way that he could make her feel.

He moved his lips down her jaw and neck, gently trailing kisses over her skin. She shivered in response, a small sigh escaping her as her hands moved to his shoulders. He was so good with his mouth, teasing her and making her body tingle with pleasure. No matter how badly she wanted to turn him away, that just made her want him even more.

“This isn’t fair,” she sighed, leaning back against the door as he kissed down her chest to the tops of her breasts, which were exposed by her tank top. “We aren’t even together.”

“Who says we gotta be together to do this?” he challenged, looking up at her and smirking. He looked so good, his eyes hooded mysteriously and lust written all of over his face.

She just shook her head and smirked back, trying to muster up the strength to stop him. She didn’t seem to have it in her as his hands roamed down her body, sliding slowly into her jeans. She craved his touch desperately and wanted nothing more than to feel that familiar friction.

When his fingers slid slowly over her already moistened slit she let out a small whimper, biting her lip. He knew just how to touch her, applying just enough pressure to elicit a taunting wave of pleasure each time he moved his fingers.

His free hand slipped into her hair, gripping it lightly and tilting her head back. His lips began to devour her neck and his tongue swept out to taste her skin now and again.

Karissa’s eyes drifted shut as she got lost in the way he was making her feel, her hands sliding down his back and her head resting on the window. Somewhere in the back of her mind she was still aware that this was a terrible idea, but her body seemed to disagree.

She rolled her hips, wanting his fingers inside of her, but as he went to obey she forced herself back into reality. She couldn’t do this with him. They had split up for a reason.

“Mac, seriously, we can’t do this,” she protested, sitting up straight and removing his hand from her jeans. “Just take me to the shop, please.”

He frowned at her and irritably moved back to his seat, starting the truck back up. He didn’t speak for the rest of the drive and she was thankful. She didn’t want to argue with him; silence was much better than that option.

When they got back to the shop Karissa called a cab, ready to get away from her ex. She didn’t even want to come back to get her car when it was fixed, but she knew she didn’t have a choice. As she rode home she tried not to relive what had happened in his truck, but it was impossible. Just like always he got inside of her head and stayed there.

It was so hard to shake Mac after she saw him again, especially when things went how they had that day. As Karissa sat on her couch at home, sipping her tea and watching television, she barely saw what was on the screen.

Her mind swam with images of Mac on top of her, his lips and hands all over her as he moved inside of her. She chewed the inside of her lip and tried to ignore how ridiculously turned on it was making her.

It would be incredibly easy to call him. He’d come over in a second if he knew he could get what he wanted from her and the idea was all too tempting. She pulled her cell phone from her pocket and toyed with it, spinning it in her hand and wondering what she should do.

Of course she knew the smart answer to that question, but she didn’t feel like being smart this time. She wanted to listen to her body's urges for once and just give in, because choosing not to was proving to be much too frustrating.

With a sigh Karissa flipped through her contacts, somewhat ashamed that his number was even still listed. She probably should have deleted it when they broke up, but she didn’t have it in her to do that.

She clicked the call button and put the phone to her ear, her nerves starting to act up as it began to ring. This was a ridiculous idea and she really shouldn’t do it…

“Hey, ‘Riss,” he greeted, proving to her that she wasn’t the only one who had held onto their ex’s number.

“Hi…so, uh… I’ve been thinking a lot about what happened when you picked me up and I wanted to know if you wanted to come over,” she invited somewhat hesitantly. She really hoped he didn’t give her hell about this.

“Yeah, alright,” he accepted coolly. “I’ll be right over.”

“Okay, see you soon then.”

“Yeah. See you.”

Once they hung up Karissa tucked her phone away and tried not to let guilt set in. She was a grown adult with needs and there was nothing wrong with letting someone she was comfortable with take care of them.

When she heard him knock on the door about fifteen minutes later she got up from the couch slowly. Common sense was still trying to talk her down, but she wasn’t going to let it this time. She wanted him and that was all there was to it.

She opened the door, smiling a bit sheepishly, and said quietly, “C’mon in.”

He stepped inside and she closed the door behind him, admiring his attire. He wore jeans and a flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up, which was a look she was incredibly fond of.

“Thought you didn’t want to sleep with me,” he pointed out. He wasn’t taunting her, that she could tell. He was genuinely curious as to why she had changed her mind.

“It’s not that I didn’t want to, I just didn’t think it was a good idea.” She shrugged and leaned against the back of the couch.

“So, is it a better idea now?” he wondered.

“Not really, but I don’t care,” she replied simply.

He nodded and thought on her response for a second as he stepped closer to her. When he reached her he placed his hands on her hips and said, “Well, I don’t care either, so I guess we’re good.”

“I guess so.”

They didn’t waste any more time on talk. The questions and concerns were out of the way and there was only one thing left on their minds.

Mac leaned in and kissed her deeply, his hand cupping the back of her neck. His lips moved slowly, but eagerly and his tongue gently slid into her mouth. He was an amazing kisser, drawing her in and making her instantly hungry for more.

Karissa rested her hands on his chest, gripping the soft fabric of his shirt and pulling him closer. Her heart was already racing and her nerves were a tangled mess, but it felt good. He was like an adrenaline rush to her and all he had to do was kiss her.

His free hand gripped her hip, pulling her groin against his, and he whispered against her lips, “I really have missed you.”

“Hush,” she teased, not wanting to admit just how much she missed him back.

She slipped past him and made her way down the hallway, gesturing for him to follow her. He did so without hesitation, knowing from experience that she was heading for her bedroom at the end of the hall.

Once they were both in her room she grabbed his hand and pulled him to the bed. She wasn’t going to rush the night, but she was ready to get comfortable and enjoy a little foreplay.

He crawled over her, propping himself up on his elbows and kissing her hungrily. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers playing with his hair, and let him settle between her legs. They fit together nicely, just as they always had, and she couldn’t help thinking of just how much she had missed this.

She teased him a little by rolling her hips against his, feeling that he was already growing hard. It never took much to get him excited. He had an incredible sex drive and the skills to go with it.

He started to trail his mouth down her body, pushing up her shirt to kiss her stomach and hips. She shivered under his lips and arched her back, urging him further down. She had almost missed the feeling of his tongue between her legs more than anything else.

He didn’t give her what she wanted right away though. He pulled down her shorts and teased her hips and inner thighs, kissing and licking at them lightly. His fingers traced her sides and stomach, making her squirm under his gentle touch.

“Stop teasing me,” she giggled, grabbing the back of his hair and attempting to move him to where she wanted him to be.

“Patience, babe,” he retorted, smirking up at her. “The anticipation is half the fun.”

She playfully frowned at him and he chuckled before he finally ran his tongue slowly up her slit. She whimpered with pleasure and tightened her grip on his hair.

He took his time, stroking the tip of his tongue over her in an almost leisurely manner. He was going to make this last, inching her towards the edge with each stroke. Here and there he sucked her clit into his mouth, making her squirm and cry out, but then he would go back to his gentle lapping.

As she got wetter and hotter he started to pick up his pace, flicking his tongue inside of her and rubbing at her clit with his thumb. She was writhing underneath him now, moaning loudly and gripping the sheets. She could hardly take the way he was making her feel. Pleasure rolled through her body and she pushed herself up and further against his mouth.

She couldn’t get enough of his tongue. It was warm and moist against her pussy and the way he moved it sent little shivers running through her.

“I want you, Mac,” she begged. “Right now. Please.”

“Not yet,” he taunted.

“C’mon, please?”

When he shook his head she decided to take control of the situation. She didn’t have to wait on him to decide it was time when her body was so eager and ready.

Karissa grinned mischievously and wiggled out from under him. He watched her, shooting her a look of disappointment before she grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pushed him down onto the bed.

“I’m not going to beg you,” she told him with a wink.

“Well, if you wanted it that bad you should have just told me,” he laughed, slipping off his shirt.

She didn’t reply, she simply started to take off his jeans. She slid them off of him along with his boxers, tossing them to floor. His naked body was fully revealed to her now, all slim and smooth muscle. He was incredibly hard and she wondered just how he had managed to refuse her.

Either way she was in control now, straddling his hips and slowly lowering herself onto his dick. He was big, but not overly so and he filled her so perfectly. She eased him in, moaning softly and gripping his shoulders tightly.

Mac held her hips, urging her to rock them, and she obeyed. She wanted the movement just as much as he did, and so she started to ride him eagerly. In her opinion they’d wasted enough time on gentleness with the foreplay and she wasn’t going to hold back.

He helped her, thrusting upwards and making each stroke deeper and better. He gripped her hips hard and she still held onto his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin just slightly.

They only sped up from there, panting and kissing each other breathlessly. Their hands roamed all over one another and Mac pulled Karissa down onto his chest, holding her close to him. The intensity of it was mind blowing and she remembered exactly why she had such a hard time turning him away.

The connection between the two of them was electric and when they finally reached their climaxes they screamed out with pleasure. Their bodies trembled and Karissa fell onto her back on the cotton comforter beneath her.

There was silence between them for quite a while, neither of them sure what to say. Karissa knew that this had been a bad choice if she ever wanted closure and to move on from him, but sometimes she wasn’t sure she even did want to move on. Nights like this really made her question that.

“So, should I leave or…?” Mac wondered, glancing over at her. He didn’t look like he wanted to go and even though she probably should have kicked him out, she didn’t.

“No… no, stay with me,” she decided, rolling over and resting her head on his chest. “I miss having someone to sleep next to.”

He smiled down at her and closed his eyes. It had been a long time since they’d slept next to each other, but Karissa enjoyed the way he rested his chin on her head, his arms wrapping around her. It wasn’t long before they were both peacefully sleeping.

***

When morning came Karissa expected to feel regret at the sight of Mac lying next to her, but instead she felt something close to relief. A little smile spread over her face and she watched him for a moment, thinking about what had happened the night before.

He really was a good guy, she couldn’t deny that, and he was phenomenal in bed. The only reason they had split up was because living together hadn't gone so well. They disagreed on how to live their lives and it had put a wedge between them.

She sighed and sat up, deciding she was going to give him a special wake up call. She used to do this for him every now and then when they shared the place and she missed it.

Pulling the blanket slowly off of him, she moved between his legs and bent down, not hesitating to take his cock slowly into her mouth. She started to suck at a leisurely pace, just enough to get him hard and to make him stir in his sleep.

He groaned, one of his hands tightening on his pillow, and his eyes peeled open just slightly.

“’Riss?” he muttered groggily, looking down at her. When he realized what she was doing he smirked and laid his head back down.

She stopped long enough to tell him how much she missed doing this for him, and then continued by trailing her tongue up the underside of his dick. He shivered and moaned, biting his lip as she took him all the way back into her mouth.

Her tongue swirled around him, teasing and making him buck his hips upwards. His head tapped the back of her throat as he did so, but it didn’t bother her. She’d practiced a long time on him and she knew how to handle him.

She kept going for quite a while until she knew he was dangerously close, and then she stopped. He sighed with disappointment, especially as she got up from the bed and started to walk towards the door.

“Babe, where are you goin’?” he wondered, frowning at her.

“I’m making breakfast. You can finish yourself off, right?” She winked, teasing him, and closed the door behind her as she headed for the kitchen.

Of course, she wasn’t just going to leave him hanging completely. He’d take care of himself now and she would give him something better after they ate. She enjoyed taunting him though and creating anticipation. It made things more exciting and it made him that much more enthusiastic when they had sex afterwards.

She put on her bath robe and she cooked eggs, bacon, and sausage links. She was particularly hungry after the previous night’s events. It had been a while since she’d had sex and it had taken a considerable amount of her energy to ride him like she did.

When Mac came into the kitchen he was still naked and she found it very hard to focus on finishing the food. He looked so good, his hair still a mess from sleeping.

“Good morning,” she greeted.

“Mhm, wonderful morning,” he retorted a bit sarcastically. “That wasn’t very nice of you.”

“I know, but it was fun.”

He narrowed his eyes at her mischievously and made his way over to her. “Oh yeah? Well I can think of something else that would be even more fun.”

He wrapped his arms around her waist and untied her bath robe. She didn’t bother trying to stop him. As much as she wanted to finish cooking, his strong hands were just about impossible to resist.

When the robe was out of the way, still hanging on her shoulders, his hands ran down her stomach and caressed her gently. She shivered under his touch and leaned her head back on his shoulder.

“Let me finish this,” she protested half-heartedly.

“I don’t think so,” he whispered in her ear. “I think that stove can be turned off and you can get your pretty little self up on that counter.”

“But it’s almost done.”

“So it can wait just a little bit longer.” He reached forward and turned off the stove, and then took the spatula from her hand.

She turned around, meeting his gaze and shaking her head at him. He simply smiled and pushed the robe off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.

“I want you right now and I’m going to have you,” he whispered huskily, his face hovering close to hers. He scooped her up, forcing her to wrap her arms and legs around him, his erection pressing into her warm center as he set her on the kitchen counter.

“You have very inconvenient timing,” she teased. “I was going to take care of you after breakfast.”

“Don’t lie, you know you want this,” he countered, taking his cock in his hand and rubbing it over her clit.

She squirmed and gripped his shoulders, unable to deny his words. She always wanted him and when he was in front of her like this, so close to being inside of her, it was too hard to say no.

“Yes, I do, so why don’t you give it to me?”

“Oh, I don’t think so. You’re not getting it that easily; not after what you did earlier.” He grinned and started to kiss her neck, his hand running down her leg. His other hand slowly traced down her stomach.

She sighed and closed her eyes, soaking up the tantalizing feeling of his fingers and lips on her skin. This man knew so very well how to drive her crazy and make her ache for more until she begged. She figured that’s what he was planning to do now.

He never touched her between her legs after that first moment. His hands roamed everywhere else though. They explored her whole body, caressing her legs and feet before making their up to her breasts where he rubbed his thumbs wistfully over her nipples. From there he slid a hand up her neck and into her hair, which he tugged ever so gently.

Her head tilted back and he ran his tongue over her collar bone and up to her ear. His fingers were now running down her back and he stepped closer to her, letting the head of his cock just barely rub along her slit.

She whimpered at that and wrapped her legs around him, urging him closer. He only laughed though-a deep, raspy laugh that told her he was just as eager as she was.

“Mac, I want you in me,” she told him, her lips brushing against his ear.

“Not yet, babe. Be patient.”

“I’ve been patient.” She pulled his hips even closer with her legs and pushed her groin into his. She was going to get what she wanted just like she had last night and he wasn’t going to make her wait any longer for it.

Karissa reached down between them and grasped his length, pushing into herself and moving her hips forward so that he slid in all the way. Oh wow, did that feel good. All of the build-up had driven her crazy with lust and she was so wet and ready now.

Mac couldn’t turn her down once he was inside of her. He instantly started to thrust, groaning with satisfaction and gripping her hips tightly. It had taken a lot for him to resist doing this right away and she could tell.

Her hands moved down his back only to make their way back up a moment later, her nails raking over his skin. He moaned and pumped faster, pushing deeper inside of her with each movement of his hips.

“Mac, you feel so good!” she cried out, bucking her hips to meet his thrusts.

He started to kiss her neck again, much more eagerly this time, and he picked her up from the counter. She didn’t know where he was taking her, but she didn’t care as long he stayed inside of her. She just didn’t want to stop.

It was obvious that was not at all his plan as he laid her on the kitchen floor. As soon as her back met the ground he started to pound into her, one hand on either side of her head for support. He held nothing back, slamming in over and over.

His eyes met hers, burning with lust, and that only made it feel better. To see the way he wanted her and the intensity of what he felt staring her in the face like that just made each stroke more pleasurable. She had never been with anyone else who could do that to her with just a look, but she loved it.

“Oh, Mac, faster!” she demanded, grasping a handful of his hair and moaning wildly.

He sped up, grunting and sweating from the exertion. It was taking a lot out of him, but he didn’t slow down. He held that pace until she started to tighten around him, her orgasm rolling through her body in waves.

She screamed his name and her body jerked from the ripples of pleasure. This pushed him over the edge as well and he came along with her, spilling himself inside of her.

When he finished he rolled to the side and lay next to her, panting and smiling as his chest heaved.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve had sex like that,” he admitted. “I missed it. I missed you.”

Their eyes met and she smiled softly, nodding. “I missed you, too, Mac.”

She sat up slowly, sighing as she started to come down from her orgasm. New feelings were taking the place of the pleasure she had just been spoiled with and she wasn’t sure what to do about them.

“Do you think you’d ever want to give us another chance?” he asked quietly, gazing up at her.

“Maybe…,” she muttered, shrugging. “I mean, I’d like to, but I just don't know if it will work.”

“With love you never know what’s going to happen,” he reminded her, sitting up as well. He took her face in his hands and kissed her softly before he continued, “I never stopped loving you and I’m willing to do what it takes to make it work if you are.”

Karissa’s heart swelled and she tried to make sense of the situation. For so long she had told herself she shouldn’t be with him, but was that really true? How could it be when he made her feel so incredibly happy?

She leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder, and said softly, “I never stopped loving you either.”

“So does that mean you’re willing to try?” he wondered.

“Yeah, I guess it does.” She looked up at him and smiled, deciding it was the right choice to give him another chance. The connection between them was still electric and there was always room to grow.

She kissed him deeply, her hand running through his hair, and told herself not to worry. Life would take them where they needed to go and in the meantime she could enjoy some truly incredible sex.

Outcasts

by Lois Hodges

She was excited, to say the very least. After spending 10 years as a model, retiring at the ripe old age of 26, she had no idea where her career would lead her. But apparently, the high school acting classes paid off, because here she was, on the set of a major network television show, about to dive into her first speaking role. It wasn't going to be a difficult role; she was still playing a model, and none of her lines required particular depth, but it was a role none the less.

"Avaline?" Someone approached her, and she recognized the girl as a makeup artist, the black waist belt carrying brushes and tools that she was all too familiar with.

"That's me."

"Come on over here and we will get you started."

She was ushered into a makeup chair, feeling very in place. The girl undid Avaline's long black tresses and ran a comb through them, a professional eye running over her face. Avaline knew that her face was unique; with a mix of features that were part of the four different blood lines she had. Her mother was African and Asian, while her father was Native American and English. It had helped her rise to fame.

In her peripheral, she saw someone else sit plop down in the next chair, being prepared for the cameras as well. A shift of her head showed her that it was Daniel Gilchrest: one of the regulars on the show, and probably her favourite, the few times she had watched it. Average height, with dirty blond hair that fell into his eyes, his face carried a strong jaw line, and although slightly weather beaten, Avaline thought he was gorgeous.

10 years as a model had taught her to look for interesting faces, not classic ones. Daniel had a reputation in the media for being a trouble maker, a loud rambunctious sort that got into brawls and backstabbed. However, Avaline had spent years in the public eye herself and so was weary of the reports that they gave. Sitting beside her now, he seemed perfectly calm and composed, even a little uneasy. She was considering how to introduce herself as his love interest when she was saved.

"Daniel, this is Avaline, she's your Esther," a stage hand said as they walked by to hand both of them sides for the day. Avaline leaned over, offering a perfectly manicured hand.

"Hi, nice to meet you before I die in your arms."

His eyes were his best feature, piercing hazel with flecks of gold. He struck her as looking tired, but then, most actors did out of makeup.

"A pleasure," he said, in a clipped accent that she knew came from his years travelling. Their eyes locked, and she saw him give her the once over. Unlike most men, though, he seemed embarrassed about it, and averted his eyes almost immediately.

Once they were done with the makeup, the pair were led to separate costume trailers. Avaline soon found herself laced into a tight, period-appropriate corset, with a flowing skirt that mismatched, marking her as a peasant. She rather liked the role as she read through her sides; an artists model in the 1800s dying of consumption.

Daniel looked dashing in a tuxedo, and she told him so as the extras swirled around them.

"I was going to complain, but I see I have nothing compared to you,” he gave her a grin, indicating her corset. She shrugged, which made her breasts rise.

"Pains of beauty."

The other lead actors entered the scene, chattering excitedly, and also decked in formal wear. Avaline introduced herself, eager for discussion. It didn't take long, however, to notice that Daniel always distanced himself from the group, speaking only to say his lines or ask a work question. When lunch was called, the others, already fast friends, beckoned her. She turned to him.

"Shall we?"

"Ah, well," he looked from the retreating group to her. "I usually eat in my trailer. But you go on."

"Why?" she asked, and he raised an eyebrow.

"Why what?"

"Why don't you stay here and eat?"

He offered her a tight smile, but shook his head.

"It's a long and boring story, love, not worth telling. But you go on…"

"I…" She turned to the bustling set, and then shrugged. "If you're sure."

"I'm sure," he replied, and so, with a smile, she headed off.

The rest of the day flew by, and although it was enjoyable, Avaline was happy to get back to her apartment. She knew they had several days of long shoots ahead, and she was feeling a bit out of her depth with these experienced actors.

Later, reclining on her bed, Avaline pulled out her laptop. She surfed for a bit, checking Facebook and responding to emails, but she soon ran out of things to do. After a pause, she went to Google and typed in his name.

Images of Daniel popped up, in just about every outfit imaginable, and even some with a lack of outfit. In one, he stood shirtless, glaring at the camera with such intensity it made her blink.

Underneath that well mannered attitude was a slim body, with lean muscle, smooth and unmarked. She crossed her legs as she clicked for picture to picture. He was stunning, there was no doubt about it. The man in the pictures was different than the man on set, on camera. In photographs, he was comfortable, at ease. But unset, he was clearly in distress.

Ignoring the tingling she felt when looking at his pictures, she clicked back to the web articles that came up.

34 year old Daniel Gilchrest will replace Terrence Rooney as Toby on the hit series, “Dishonour.” Terrence was let go after the shows first season due to difficulties. The cast of “Dishonour” themselves petitioned, asking fans to sign an internet form, but Terrence was let go none the less.

Avaline raised an eyebrow, as she clicked through multiple articles of a similar nature. No wonder he was uncomfortable. She hadn't been a big fan of the show, now in it's 3rd season, so this information was new to her. Her heart went out to him as she read interviews in which the current cast actually spoke out against him. She was used to cattiness in the modeling world, but nothing like this.

His eyes pierced through her laptop screen as she glanced at the picture one last time. His arms were well built, and she imagined her scene tomorrow, having those arms catch her and run up and down her body.

She closed her laptop before she could think of anything further. But that didn't stop her racing heart.

***

The next day, Avaline ran through the parking lot, her hands held over her head to try and stay dry. It was no use, though, as the rain poured down, and she was already causing puddles as she paused in the lobby of the studio, her dark hair dripping down her back. One of the stage hands grinned, looking at his watch.

"28 seconds."

"What?" she asked, resisting the urge to shake herself dry like a dog.

"28 seconds, from car to lobby. It always rains here, so I time people as they run in. I keep telling them if they beat their time, they'll be dryer for it."

Avaline laughed, casting her gaze towards the parking lot as she saw other cars pull it. It was 6:58, and the cast call was 7. Sure enough, there was the rest of the cast, racing against the clock. Jerrard, the lead, emerged with Dean, his on screen brother, at the same time Daniel exited his car. Avaline raised an eyebrow, glancing at the stagehand.

"10 bucks says Daniel beats both of them in the door."

"You're on."

The race to the door was extravagant, dodging puddles and worms. Avaline drew a deep breath.

"C'mon Danny, I got money riding on you! Let's go let's go let's go!"

To her delight, he quickened his pace, skidding to a stop just inside the door, a hair's length ahead of the others, and a few feet from her face. In excitement, she threw her arms around his neck, their wet bodies mashing together.

"You won!"

He chuckled softly, unravelling her from him.

"That I did."

"Only because he caught me off to get there," Dean snorted, trying to make it sound light-hearted.

But now that Avaline knew the context, she knew it wasn't.

"I don’t know, I think he got here fair and square," she replied. Dean raised an eyebrow, but Jerrard bumped him.

"C'mon, let's go get ourselves pretty."

They left the other two standing there, and Avaline turned to Daniel.

"Well, their attitude sucks."

He brushed a lock of wet hair out of his eye, shivering a bit.

"Do you have your own trailer?"

"I do not," she replied.

"Well, you're welcome to frequent mine today. It would be wonderful to have some company for a change."

"Sure," she nodded, following his lead. For a brief moment, their hands bumped each other as they walked. He took hers, squeezing it quickly and giving her a smile. With her as a ray of sunshine, perhaps it wouldn't rain forever.

His morning had been harsh, another tabloid report falsified, another rumour spread. He couldn’t pinpoint exactly who in the cast was doing it, but he knew very well it was one of them. The nasty comments and backhanded retorts every morning were getting to be too much to take. He wanted to be an actor, his whole life, and he loved this role more than anything he had ever done.

But gritting his teeth to not curse or take a swing at one of them was almost too much to ask. He already knew that a director on the other side of town had blacklisted him for his ‘behaviour’ on set, which was nothing short of perfect, minus the odd line slip. He understood their hurt and frustration, but his career was about to come crashing down.

***

Avaline was two weeks on set before she took the next step. It was Friday, and everyone was excitedly talking about plans for the weekend. Everyone, she noticed, except Daniel.

"No plans?" she asked him, and he shook his head, giving her a pained smile.

"As you may have noticed, love, I'm a transplant to this side of the world."

"You could come over to mine," she said, excitement lighting up her eyes. "I mean, its not like it's going to be exciting. I have some friends coming over to play board games, that's all."

"Your friends must be so proud of you," he said, his eyes flickering to meet hers. She paused for a moment, and then laughed.

"Daniel, they'll be cool, I promise. They aren't going to be all weird around a genuine celebrity. Except for one," she paused thoughtfully. "Maybe he won't come."

Daniel laughed, placing his hand on hers.

"I'd be delighted."

"Great," she grinned, pulling out her phone to text him the details. "See you at 2 tomorrow."

She didn't miss the raised eyebrows she got from the rest of the cast, but she didn't really care.

On set, that day, he was more open to her, his attention focused on any assistance he could give her. Which she was grateful for, when a writer’s assistance came running out of the writing room at noon, waving new pages.

“Scrap scene 4, we’re doing this one instead.”

“Duh…” Avaline said, taking the pages and looking horrified when she saw that she had pages and pages of new dialogue. Scene 4 was due to film in an hour. She turned to Daniel, who gave her an encouraging smile.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. We spend so much time setting up lights a monkey could memorize lines in between. May I offer you the keys to my trailer so you can work in peace?”

She nodded, taking them gratefully. Without him, she wasn’t quite sure she’d be able to stay afloat on this show.

But more than the offer of a place to work, was the assistance he gave her on camera, staying when it was her close up to feed her lines with the proper emotion, giving her a 100 % take every time so that she could always feed off his energy. She had heard of actors who ran whenever it wasn’t their turn, and she was glad her first on screen partner was willing to help. And it didn’t hurt that he made her skin tingle every time he touched her.

***

Avaline's friends were a mixed bunch, and she had known most of them since childhood. Writers, librarians, civil servants, a genuine mix of people who bonded over school time memories. Avaline had been a model for most of her life, and so her own career and celebrity was not that strange to them. They were used to beautiful photos of her, in little clothing, strange get ups and even stranger destinations. But a celebrity that they didn't know seemed to have the same effect as it did on common civilians.

"But he's stunning!" Lily gushed when Avaline told them who would fill the last place at the table. She snorted into her tea.

"So that makes it different? Guys, be cool or I'm going to kick you out."

"He was kick ass in God of Lightening," Riley put in and she rolled her eyes.

"And he's also having a terrible time on the show, kay? So let's be nice and maybe you'll have a real celebrity friend. Because I apparently don't count or something."

"I think it's dumb that they are mean to him," Lily piped up. "I mean, he was the guy they chose, it's not like they kicked the old guy off the show because Daniel came around. I watched, he sucked anyways."

"Try to talk about anything but that," Avaline said. "We spend all week dealing with it."

Just then, a knock came at the door. Everyone gasped, except Avaline who rolled her eyes and went to answer it.

Daniel stood in the condo hallway, looking different than she was used to seeing him. He had on the typical celebrity sunglasses, but he was clad in loose jeans and a grey tee-shirt, his hair still wet from out of the shower and his jaw freshly shaven. Makeup free and in modern clothes, it made her smile at how… normal he looked.

But then, she looked the same. Bare feet and grey sweat pants complimented her black tank top and pony tail hair. She was also makeup free, her face fresh and looking years younger than the normal glamazon she was made up to be.

"Hey, come in," she smiled, holding open the door with one arm. Her other reached out and wrapped around him and he returned the hug with a happy sigh. He smelled freshly of soap and aftershave, and she inhaled deeply.

"Mmm. Not set smell."

"Ha," he pulled back, presenting her with a bag. "I wasn't sure what to bring so I just brought…"

"Everything?" She looked into the bag, raising an eyebrow. There was chips and dip, fruit salad, regular salad, and much more. "Come in, you goofball."

She led him through the hallway, to the living room where her friends were sitting.

"So, guys, this is Daniel. Daniel, this is Lily, Riley, Cole, Michael and Sarah."

"A pleasure," he shook hands all around, although everyone noticed he was a bit awkward about it. When Avaline went to the kitchen for plates and cups, he followed her back and forth, until she turned, laughing.

"They aren't going to bite you," she said, and he smiled, taking the cups from her.

"Is it too much to believe that an actor can be shy?"

She paused, and then gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

"No. But you're OK here, you're safe."

She exited the kitchen, letting him choose when to follow. When he finally emerged, he looked much more relaxed than before.

The first game that Avaline brought out was a fan favourite, Dice Capades, a game that had them doing everything from complex math equations to charades, depending on what section of the board they moved through. When it came her turn, she picked up a card and then grinned.

“OK, everyone close your eyes.”

“Nooo,” groaned the rest, knowing what was coming. Turning to the person on her right, which was Daniel, as the card instructed, she showed him what she had picked.

Act out a scene from a movie. If they guess, 10 points to both of you, and 5 to the guesser.

He raised an eyebrow, and she leaned her lips to his, whispering quietly her suggestion.

Laughing, he rose, holding his hand out to her. She stood up, pushing back her chair and beckoning the others to look. Taking a deep breath, she backed up, and then, to everyone’s surprise, took a flying leap into Daniel’s arms. He lifted her over his head.

“DIRTY DANCING!” called Lily, and the rest of the team groaned. Daniel’s muscles rippled as he slowly put her down. “Now, why didn’t you do God of Lightening?” she asked. Daniel laughed.

“Because the acting in that movie was shit.”

Laughter erupted around the table as they settled back down. Avaline squeezed his hand, winking. It seemed he was getting along fine with the rest of them. He seemed to be loosening up as well, his words flowing easier and his jokes coming with speed. Avaline sighed, watching him. If only he could be like this on set. But then, if only the others could be this kind to him on set, perhaps things would be different. He never got the chance to show off his personality like this, not with nasty comments baiting him at every opportunity.

"You can stay, if you want," Avaline said to Daniel, as he bid goodbye to the company.

"I don't want to impose," he replied and she shrugged.

"I was just going to order a pizza and watch a movie. If you have somewhere else to be though…"

"I most certainly do not," he assured her, reaching for his phone. "Allow me to at least pay for dinner, Avaline, you've been too kind already."

"Oh, if the paparazzi could see us now," she teased him, cleaning up the table while Daniel made the order.

When the pizza arrived, they curled up on the sofa, Avaline paging through Netflix.

"You used to do a lot of action, eh?" she inquired, as many of his movies popped up. "What happened? Got boring?"

"Uh-" he picked up another slice of pizza. "Yes. But I also fell from a set and broke my leg in 6 places. Never quite worked the same since."

"I'm sorry," her face fell in sympathy. He waved his hand.

"No, it was a blessing in disguise. I was looking for an out anyways, I prefer to play characters with a longer run."

"Like now, with TV," she continued to click.

"Or even theatre would be lovely. But this is fine. Stop," he leaned foreword, squinting. "Is that your face I see?"

"It is," she clicked on the thumbnail of the film. "I didn't have a single line in it, or more than 2 scenes. But they skanked me up and had me do a fashion show that ended in a pole dance and suddenly I'm a big star," she grinned at him and he raised an eyebrow.

"Are you alright with doing nudity in films, then?"

"Um… I don't know yet," she spoke after thinking a moment, taking the question as professional.

"Are you?"

"I have," he said as she came to sit on the couch beside him, Netflix forgotten. "But I haven't found it particularly wonderful for my career. It's of course, up to you my dear, but I would advise steering clear of it if you could."

"Something to consider," she grinned as she curled her legs up under her. "There's a big difference in doing it just because, and then doing it because the story needs it, like a sex scene."

"Mmm," he growled pleasantly, low in his throat. "We have a sex scene next week."

"Do we?” She quirked an eyebrow, surprised and delighted. Her hand travelled to his, which rested in his lap, and his eyes glanced below her neck line, just for a moment.

"We do. Its supposed to be after a drunken night of passion. I've read bits of it, it's very…"

"Raunchy?" she asked, squeezing his hand, and he nodded. Her foot travelled to touch his leg, and she moved a little closer. "Well, that's what you do when you're a pretty young female actor."

"You do yourself a disservice, Avaline," he whispered, his hand going to her face. "You are much better than most of the dolts we have on the show."

"What do you think happens between our characters?" she asked. "They seem like they are on the verge of a relationship, but not."

"Hmm," he stroked hair away from her face and his thumb trailed down her cheekbones, touching her soft lips. "I don't know. It could go either way."

Avaline drew in, then, having had enough of games. She wasn't forceful about it, but it was clear he was just as eager as she was. Their kiss was soft, nipping each others lips as if it were disallowed, and drawing back just as contact had been made.

She drew back after several moments, a devilish grin on her face as she stood up. He opened his mouth to protest, but quickly closed it as she pulled off her pants, revealing lacy red underwear and legs that went on forever. She pulled her shirt over her head, and let down her hair, and suddenly in front of him, he saw the model, the goddess that she once was, with her toned body and high breasts.

“You are beautiful,” he whispered as she drew near, swaying her hips in the way only a woman could. She crawled back onto him, her breasts rubbing against him, and it was too much for him.

He pushed her back onto the couch, shedding his pants and with a groan, unsheathing his manhood. His fingers traced the line of her panties, and then slipped underneath, delighted to feel her wetness. She groaned, pushing against his hand.

“Daniel, don’t play games,” she said, and he grinned, pulling her underwear down over her smooth legs. She arched her hips, searching for the pleasure, and he was happy to oblige. Teasing her with the tip, he found himself almost unable to control the feelings that were running through his body. With a groan, he plunged inside her, the thrusts rapid and hard as the pleasure built.

“Oh God-” he looked straight into her eyes. “I’m not going to last. Oh God.”

“So don’t,” she replied, meeting his thrusts, her breath coming in gasps. “I need it. I need it hard, and you cumming will make me cum.”

“Well, in that case my dear…” he thrust harder twice more, and then with a groan, spilled his seed into her. She cried out, her walls clenching around his cock, and milking him for every drop.

Finally, they fell off each other, exhausted. He wrapped an arm around her, drawing her closer as they tried to catch their breath.

In the dying sunlight, her eyes catching fire, she was absolutely stunning. But it was more than the physical. Daniel had been an actor most of his life, and he had spent a lot of time around beautiful women, even women as beautiful as Avaline. It was that kind smile that she gave him the first day they met; the courage it took once she knew the truth to continue to stand by him, even when her career was still new. She knew what she wanted, and she wasn’t afraid to speak her mind. It was quite a feat for one so new and young, and yet here she was, lying beside him.

“So, was that rehearsal for next week’s scene then?” she asked, with a cheeky grin and he groaned, squeezing her tighter.

“I’m going to die. Absolutely die trying to control myself on camera next to your ravishing frame.”

“You could always not,” she shot back and he chuckled.

“I don’t think we’re making that kind of TV, love, that’s another channel. And you have to pay for it at night.”

She giggled, rolling over so that she was touching every part of him.

“Well, it’ll be fun at least.”

“For once,” he muttered and she furrowed her brow.

“Why are they so nasty to you? It’s not your fault Terence couldn’t do his job.”

“The circumstances in which it happened didn’t help,” Daniel said, and she looked up to meet his eyes.

“How?”

“I knew Terence was going to be replaced when I auditioned, obviously. And I thought everyone knew. Terence, however, didn’t.”

“What?” Her jaw fell open and she stared at him, confused. “What happened?”

“My first day on set, I was all excited, every line memorized, everything to perfection. I wasn’t even supposed to be acting yet, I had come back 2 weeks early after I broke my leg. But there I was, ready to break into American Film. And there is Terence, standing on set, in the exact same costume, lines prepped, and we have a face off.”

“Oh my God,” she covered her mouth. “That’s horrible. What did you do?”

He shrugged, idly playing with her hair. “What exactly could I do? I tried to apologize to him. I thought it was a scummy move, but there was nothing I could do. Contracts were signed, and I needed another job. My only transferable skills were action movies.”

“Did you tell them you didn’t know?” she asked, and he nodded.

“I did. Unfortunately, for me, that didn’t make a difference. And so it’s been that way ever since.”

“I’m sorry, love, you don’t deserve this,” she whispered. He nodded, although he didn’t say anything. “It’s going to be different now.”

“How?” he looked down at her. She smiled.

“Well, there’s talk of making me a permanent character. Toby’s one true love. Apparently the fans responded well in the first episode. The unlovable Toby is capable of being loved.”

“Only because I have your eyes to look into,” he kissed her forehead. “That would be wonderful.”

“We’ll see. So long as neither of us sees a body double waiting in the wings.”

“Dear God,” he closed his eyes. “I hope not.”

***

Daniel left shortly before midnight, insisting on not overstaying his welcome. However, he might as well have not, because they texted so intensely throughout the weekend, it was like they were never apart.

“So what do you think?” asked her agent on the phone early Monday morning. “Do you want me to negotiate the permanent role? How’s Daniel, by the way? The media says he’s a terror.”

“Hardly,” she said, as she parked the car and switched from bluetooth to handheld as she walked out onto the lot. “He’s great. I would love if you could do that.”

“Alright, do my best,” he hung up, leaving her smiling at the possibly of what was to come as she walked towards her dressing room, which was new. Opening the door, she expected it to be empty, as no one had been in it yet. Instead, there was a giant bouquet of sunflowers sitting on the makeup table, with a card.

Blushing, she looked around to make sure no one was watching, and then opened it.

To my sunshine. Thank you for the lovely weekend and your enduring kindness over the past few weeks. XxD

She grinned, tucking the card into her purse and immediately pulling out her phone, dialling Daniel’s number. To her surprise, she heard his phone ring externally. Turning around, she grinned as he leaned against the doorway.

“They are lovely!” she exclaimed, throwing her arms around him. He hugged her back, wrapping his arms firmly around her for a moment before edging her into the room and closing the door.

“Avaline, I wanted to ask you something?”

“Hmm?” she inquired, examining one of the largest flowers with a smile.

“I clearly think the world of you. And I would be honoured if we could spend more time together… and see where this goes… But that would be up to you.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“My… reputation is not the most wonderful as you know. And since you are just beginning your career as an actor, I was not sure whether you wanted to…”

“Phht,” she dismissed his words. “Daniel, Love, you think I give a shit what any of them say? When I was a model, they said I was a slut, I was a whore, I slept and bitched my way to the top. Let them say whatever they want, I’m the one who knew the truth. And yes, it hurt but I held my ground, and stared them down, and I’m standing here right now and they are not.”

“This cast…has a way of getting to you,” he said, biting his lip. “Already, I suspect they have passed the word to make sure that I’m not in a movie, or guest starring on a sister show. They spread rumours, they make sure to…”

“Fuck em,” she said, surprising them. “We’re going to be the ones who rise above. Besides… I don’t think I could get through this without you. You’ve helped me so much, and given me so much advice.”

“Anytime, love,” he said, approaching to kiss her. She wrapped her arms around him, kissing him passionately. With one arm, she reached behind his waist, and carefully pushed open the door, so the whole cast and crew could watch.

If they were going to judge, they were going to know the truth this time.

Love Palace

by Nellie Cross

The fire roared in the fireplace, spurred on by the wind blowing in gently from the balcony. The bottom of her silk gown fluttered as well. She had an ethereal presence about her — almond shaped eyes, café au lait colored skin, and jet black hair that traveled the length of her back.

In front of her stood Peter Walsh; built like a boxer, with tattoos on his arms and brown hair parted and swept to the side, Peter was considered a living Adonis. Peter was the richest man in the world, and because of that, he could afford anything — and anyone. Anais was his latest purchase from the Museum.

Peter made his fortune by monopolizing internet commerce — he was in charge of every single site that you could purchase items from on the internet. You could not avoid it, no matter what country you lived in.

He had a grin across his face that made him handsome, but Anais refused to fall prey to his charms. She was here involuntarily and would continue to behave as such.

“You don’t want to look at me?”

Anais did not answer him.

“You can talk.”

She did not.

Peter strolled over to his bar and made himself a drink — whiskey, with ice. “Would you like a drink?” He grabbed a highball glass. “You look like you to drink vodka. Ice? Cranberry juice?”

He made the drink and gave it to her. Hesitantly, she took it and downed it all in two big gulps. The drink went down smoothly. She instantly felt it beginning to warm up her body.

“Would you like another one?” He made her another one which she slipped slowly. She did not want to lose her wits around him.

Peter sat on the bed. “We’re not going to act like this is some type of fairy tale; we both know how we both ended up here. I’m going to have my way with you, and I want to make it as comfortable for you as possible. You have to do everything I say. Do you understand?”

Anais sighed and nodded. The alcohol was flowing through her.

He stood up and took her drink from her. He ran his fingers through her hair. “You put on that perfume I got for you. Good.” He engulfed the side of her neck in his mouth, kissing and sucking on it. She was taken aback by the sheer force of the move, as he also tugged on her hair as well. He moved to the other side of her neck and sucked harder. He held her tightly against his body, lifting her up off the ground.

Peter carried her and threw her onto the bed. He ripped the gown off of her, exposing her body to the elements. He slid out of his boxers and his silk robe and hovered above Anais, leering at her with greedy lust. She returned his look with one of defiance.

He grabbed some items off of the nightstand. “Open your legs.” Anais reluctantly did as she was told. He threw her legs back further. She felt the cold wetness of lubricant against her asshole as Peter wiggled a finger inside of her. She inhaled sharply. He slid it in and out of her, wiggling around to loosen her. He inserted his middle finger into her and continued his probing, adding more lubricant.

The intrusion relaxed her asshole, and Peter removed his fingers. Before Anais could breathe a sigh of relief, Peter inserted a medium sized butt plug into her. He wiggled it into place. “That’s in place now.” Quickly, he shoved his face into her pussy and licked and sucked on her hungrily. Anais cried out at the sensation. Her hips shifted in response. Peter slid the plug in and out of her as his tongue invaded her. He bit the inside of her thigh and licked his way up her body, culminating in a kiss. “You taste so good,” he said.

He laid down and pointed to his stiffening dick. Anais knew what he meant and slowly took him into her mouth.

“Don’t half ass it,” he breathed.

Anais increased her sucking and licking, and Peter responded by thrusting upward into her mouth.

They stayed like this, and Peter took a sip of his whiskey and rubbed her head.

“Bend over,” he said. While he hopped out of bed, Anais got on her hands and knees. He stood behind her and rubbed her ass, massaging it, squeezing it.

“You are mine,” he said. “And no one can take you away from me.” He stuck his fingers into her pussy. “You’re wet. I like that.” He stroked her clit, causing her to shudder. “I think you like this.”

Anais moaned.

“Yes, you like this.” He rubbed her faster. “You try to be so defiant but you like it. You want me to do this to you. Do you like the thought of being my slut for the rest of your life?”

She moaned again and braced herself for what was coming. His fingers were slick with her nectar and he continued stroking her clit; she slightly rocked in rhythm until she came, gripping the sheets and crying out in agonized pleasure.

Peter laughed as he entered her. “I knew you would like it.” He thrust into her hard, and pulled the butt plug in and out of her.

Anais was still reeling from her orgasm and was overtaken by Peter’s intensity. He pulled at her hair and fucked her like a man possessed.

Anais felt another orgasm coming on, so soon after the first one. She bucked against Peter’s pelvis; her upper body fell to the bed beneath her while her lower body stayed in the air.

Peter pulled out of her and took the butt plug out of her as well. Anais heard him squeeze the lubricant bottle. Soon enough, she felt the head of his dick pressing against her asshole, pushing its way into her. Anais had to control herself from coming again, waiting instead for him to bury himself to the hilt inside of her. He grunted as he slowly made his way into her.

Once he was inside of her, and had given her time to adjust, he continued his relentless fucking. He squeezed some more lubricant onto them to ease his thrusts; he started to rub her clit again and Anais moaned and whimpered and met his thrusts with gusto. Peter rubbed her faster until she could not hold on any longer and she came once again. Peter grabbed both of her hips and had his own climax, holding himself against her until he could think again.

She crawled cat like into the bed and he crawled in next to her, both staring at the ceiling.

“That was fun,” Anais said.

“I knew you’d like it. Doesn’t it feel good not being in control all the time?”

She nodded.

“We still have the rest of the night here. Do you want to try to get another scenario?”

“No,” she said. “I like this one. I like being your sex toy. Knowing you like I do, I don’t even think that we’ve touched the surface of the depravity in your mind Peter.”

“You haven’t. But once again, we have the whole night.”

Anais grabbed her glass off of the nightstand and took a sip. “So what is in that head of yours right now?”

He laughed. “It’s a surprise. Besides, you’re my property in here, and if I told you, then it would betray our relationship.”

“Right. When do you want me to start playing reluctant again?”

“Jesus woman, you do like it. Let me get a few minutes of rest.”

She giggled. “Okay.”

***

The next morning, being thoroughly fucked, Peter and Anais were fully dressed and wearing sunglasses; they went to the reception area of the hotel to check out.

“Did you enjoy your stay?” The concierge asked.

“Yes, we did. It was much needed.”

“That’s good to hear.” They completed the transaction and Anais and Peter left, hand in hand.

***

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Anais and Peter returned to their home, where their young son Collin was flicking through Saturday morning cable television. The commercial for the Love Palace was playing on the channel he stopped on.

“Collin,” Anais said. “Good morning dear.”

“Good morning mom,” he said, not looking away from the TV. She looked up and took the remote from him, changing the channel. “Why were you watching that? Where are the cartoons?” she asked

“All of the cartoons were on commercial.”

“Where’s Grandma Rosie?”

“She’s still asleep.” He looked up at her with bright doe eyes. “I’m hungry.”

She went into the kitchen and began making breakfast, with a bright smile on her face. “Peter, do you want breakfast?”

“Yes I do.”

She made scrambled eggs, pan sausage, grits and wheat pancakes with maple syrup. The three of them sat around the table and ate. Rosie, Peter’s mother, came down the stairs in her house coat.

“Y’all back already?” She made a plate.

“Yes mom, we’re back.”

“Good, I have to go to my card club soon. Collin was a dear as usual.” She strolled back to her room.

“Mom, Dad, I have a soccer game today,” Collin said.

Anais looked at the large calendar that was stuck to the refrigerator. “At 3 o’clock.”

“I have to be there by 2 to talk to the coach.”

“Okay sweetie.”

She cleaned the dishes while Peter took Collin upstairs for his bath. She turned the television to a random channel and while she washed the dishes, the commercial for the Love Palace came on again.

“Yes it is,” she whispered to herself with a coy smile.

***

“Go, go, go, Collin, go left!” Peter was a huge soccer fan, and when his son expressed an interest in playing he was over the moon with joy. Over the summer, most of their weekends (and a few weekdays) were filled with soccer practices and games.

Anais preferred to keep Collin busy, because he was a restless little boy. Even as a baby, he would try to climb out of their arms and sit up before he was able to. He started walking, then running early. Sometimes it proved hard to keep his attention on more academic matters, but seeing that he was only in preschool, he was still learning well.

An hour later the game was over, and Collin’s team had won. The Walsh family loaded their cooler and their child into their car to make their way back home.

“I want to go back,” Anais told Peter over dinner.

“Go back where Mommy?” Collin asked.

“Collin, me and mommy are talking right now,” Peter said. To Anais, he said, “Do you now?”

“Yes, I do.”

“What do you want to do this time?”

“What can we do?”

“We can do whatever you want.”

“I want you to interrogate me.”

“Bad Cop routine, I like it.”

Anais nodded. “Don’t go easy on me. I want to see how depraved your mind is.”

“And you will.”

He rubbed her thigh. “We can go next weekend. Collin, you have that slumber party next weekend, right?”

“Right Daddy.”

“See, we don’t have to call my mother over and interrupt her card playing.”

***

“Card playing?” Rosie said when they informed her of their plans. “I was going to go to the casino.”

“So everyone is going to be busy next weekend then?” Anais asked.

“Apparently so. It works out well then. Don’t come home with another child,” Rosie said.

Anais put on a face of mock indignation. “We’re not planning on it.”

***

The week dragged on for Anais. She loved her job as a hairstylist, but she wanted to go back to the resort. Her clients would talk to her about their usual problems — men, work, their children, and yet Anais was only half in reality. Her mind was focusing on the fantasy of what Peter would do to her.

“You are my property in here…” His voice circled around in her mind, sending a jolt of excitement through her lower back. After their first round, Peter spanked her with a paddle for her perceived disobedience. He then double penetrated her with the aid of a dildo to teach her what her place was. Anais’s orgasm was huge from that game.

She could only imagine what he would do to her during the bad cop interrogation routine.

“Anais!!!” Her client snapped her back to reality.

“Yes?”

“What do you think I should do?”

“Do what feels right.”

“That’s not good advice,” the client said.

“How are you going to reject free advice?” Anais asked.

“I’ll reject it if it’s not what I want to hear.”

The patrons and hairdressers laughed together.

***

Friday finally came. Anais packed some clothing into an overnight bag, while Peter collected his toiletries in his. They both wore huge smiles on their faces.

Collin came into the room with his sleeping bag and backpacked stuffed with clothing. “You guys look really happy,” he said with a yawn.

“You’re getting sleepy before you even get to the sleepover,” Anais said, rubbing his hair.

“He’ll wake up once he gets around his friends.”

“I just hope Richard doesn’t fart like he does at school,” Collin said with a straight face.

Anais and Peter laughed. “Just cover your nose,” Peter said.

“But Mom, he could run the rats out of a house.”

“Do you want to take some air freshener?”

“I already told Thomas to have some.”

The couple laughed some more. “Baby, are you ready to go?” Anais asked.

“I’m ready whenever you are.”

“I’m definitely ready.”

They drove Collin to his friend’s Thomas’ house and dropped him off after speaking and trading pleasantries with the other parents.

“Be good sweetie and have fun.”

“I will mom. Bye dad,” Collin said.

“Bye champ.” Peter waved at his son.

They had to stop themselves from running to the car and speeding to the Love Palace.

The same concierge was at the desk. “Welcome back to the Love Palace, what is you fantasy?”

They were checked as quickly as possible and given their room key.

Once inside of the room, they got a quick look at the layout of the room. This room was a suite — the bed, table, couch and bathroom were to one side, and the other side was set up as an interrogation room- cold, gray and unforgiving; a chair and a table sat in the middle, and there was a two way mirror that doubled as a window.

“What floor are we on again?” Anais asked.

“We’re on the seventh floor. No one will see us unless they hover next to us in a helicopter. Room service?”

They ordered a meal of salmon, basmati rice, white wine, French bread, Caesar salad and tiramisu for dessert.

“Do you have something to put on?” Peter said.

“Yes.”

He gave her a black sack. “When you finished getting dressed, go into the interrogation room and put this over your head.

Anais ran into the bathroom and put on the clothing — a mini skirt that left little to the imagination, a tube top that would expose her breasts if she bent over too far; clear 7 inch heels and a furry cropped jacket. She put her hair into a high ponytail on her head.

She strolled into the interrogation room and sat in the chair, adding the sack onto her head like she was supposed to. She waited in silent anticipation, closing her legs tight to put a bit of pressure on her sensitive clit. Her hands were folded on the table in front of her.

After what seemed like an eternity, the sack was ripped off of her face. She looked around while readjusting to the light; Peter was standing behind her, dressed in a shirt, tie and slacks.

“You thought that was really cute, didn’t you?” he asked.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Anais said with attitude.

“You don’t know what I’m talking about?” He slammed a manila folder on the table. “Prostitution, money laundering, murder. You have quite a rap sheet there dear.”

“I ain’t a hoe, and I sure as hell didn’t murder anyone or launder any money from them either.”

Peter stood across from her at the other side of the table. “Well, I have people who would attest to the opposite of your claims. How many husbands have you been through, three already? And all of them ended up dead.”

“They were old, they died of natural causes. I can’t help that they can’t handle a hot thing like me,” Anais said.

“Oh, they can’t handle a hot thing like you? Autopsy showed some poison in their system.”

“Poison?” Anais sneered. “Is this like the 2nd Century or something, who still poisons people?”

Peter yanked her by her hair, slightly pulling her ponytail out of place. “You think you’re so smart, don’t you? You know damn well you poisoned every last one of them and collected the money.” He grabbed her face. “Just admit to it. You’re the scum of the earth.”

“What kind of cop are you?” she retorted. “You can’t treat me like this.”

“I can treat you anyway I feel like it. As long as you’re in here, you don’t have any say in anything. You can make this real easy on yourself and just tell me what I want to hear. I can make everything a lot more pleasant for you and make sure you don’t spend the rest of your pretty little life rotting away in jail. Did you kill your husbands?”

“I told you, they died. I had nothing to do with it, although I was on top of one of the old bastards when he bit it-“

Peter jerked her out of the chair and slammed her onto the table, pinning both of her arms behind her back. He pressed his crotch hard into her revealed ass. Anais moaned.

“You don’t like doing things the easy way, do you?”

“Judging by your dick detective, I think you like doing things the hard way.”

With his free hand, Peter pulled at her hair, which was coming out of the ponytail. “Don’t be cute with me.”

She grinded her hips into his. “What if I could sway your opinion of me?”

“Sweetheart, you don’t want to try to sway my opinion. You might regret it.”

Anais slipped out of his grip and turned to face him, opening her legs wide to reveal the fact that she wasn’t wearing any panties. “What’s wrong detective? You can’t handle me?”

“You can’t handle me,” he said with confidence.

“Try me.”

Peter began to undo his tie, keeping his eyes on Anais the entire time. Once he unbuttoned his shirt, he pulled Anais out of her cropped jacket and threw it off to the side. He kissed her forcefully and shoved his hand up her skirt, rubbing the lips of her already wet pussy. Anais moaned into his mouth and went to undo his hands, before he pounced on her and held her arms above her head. “You don’t get to touch me.” With one hand he held her arms down and with the other he continued his violation of her.

She shifted beneath his touch and looked at him with lust in her eyes. He stuck two fingers inside of her and finger fucked her hard, getting his fingers slick with her wetness. She bucked against his fingers before he removed him, denying her of the pleasure.

Peter took his pants and boxers off and pulled Anais to her knees, forcing his cock into her mouth. “Suck me,” he said. He held her hair in a vice grip and fucked her face. Anais swallowed him eagerly and sloppily, getting him wet with her spit.

He exhaled deeply and starred upward at the ceiling, pounding into her with such force that it nearly choked her.

He pulled himself out of her mouth and forced her back onto the table. He squeezed her neck gently and hiked her skirt up around her waist and threw her legs up into the air, opening her pussy to him.

“Is this what you are willing to do for your freedom?

“A girl’s gotta do-“

Before she could finish, he pushed into her, and she cried out in pleasure.

“Is this what you are willing to do for your freedom?”

The grinded into one another, two joined as one. He squeezed her neck a little tighter before pulling out of her. He left her spread eagle on the table and walked around her like a lion stalking its prey. He circled the table once and then flip her over onto her stomach, entering her again and fucking her once more. He pulled her hair. Anais met his thrusts with enthusiasm, looking at the both of them in the two way mirror.

He pulled out of her once more and went to his pants thrown across the room. He dug into his pockets until he pulled out another bottle of lubricant and a 10-inch dildo. He spread some lubricant across his fingers and worked his way into her tight asshole. She gripped the table and cried out in pleasure as he worked the full length of his middle and index fingers into her.

Anais moved with his fingers, and then he removed those and inserted the lubricated dildo into her almost all the way to the other end. Once that was in place, he stuck his dick inside of her pussy and fucked both of her holes.

“Spread your cheeks,” he demanded. Anais did as she was told. At the sight of her spread open holes, Peter thrust harder into her and Anais enjoyed every single second of it.

“Did you do all of that stuff?”

“No!” she said.

He fucked her harder. “Did you commit those crimes?”

“No!”

He growled into her ear, “I’m not going to stop until you confess.”

“There’s nothing to confess to.” She braced herself for what was coming. Peter slapped her ass hard.

“Confess!” He slapped her again.

The table cut into her stomach as he pounded into her. He held her neck down with his free hand.

“Confess and you won’t rot in jail.”

“I didn’t do it.” Anais could barely speak because she was overcome with pleasure. Peter continued fucking her. He stopped.

“You can’t come until you confess.” His thrusts became slower. “So did you do it?”

“No.” Electricity shot up her spine. She squeezed her muscles tighter around the dildo and her husband’s dick and he grunted in response.

“Did you do it?”

“No.” They continued on like this, and Peter smacked her ass and pulled her hair and abused his privileges as a cop.

Finally, Anais could not stand it any longer.

“Did you do the crimes?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Her orgasm overcame her with fury and the table shook along with her. To her, it felt like it lasted forever, but the contractions finally subsided in her pussy and she laid on the table completely spent.

Peter was still hard, but he pulled himself and the dildo out of her. He whispered in her ear, “Even though you’ve confessed, I’m still not done with you.”

He went into the room and brought in a bag of stuff and dropped it on the table. Anais saw ball gags and scarves and nipple clamps in the bag.

“I’m to make you regret ever committing a crime,” he said. He growled into her ear, “Now you will get to see how depraved I am.”

For the next 30 minutes, Peter continued his violation of her, first putting the ball gag in her mouth.

“You’re a sick woman,” he said.

He tied a silk scarf around her eyes, plunging her vision into pitch black darkness. She felt some feathers run along the length of her spine and she shuddered. The feather went back up her spine and she heard Peter growl. He flipped her over and stuck his dick between her tits, rubbing up and down her chest, bumping it against her chin. He rolled her nipples between his finger and thumb and pulled it taut.

Anais moaned into the ball gag. She heaved her chest into the air.

Peter pulled her up to a sitting position and licked her open mouth while cupping her breasts in his hands.

He looked at her. Grabbing a pair of handcuffs from off the table, he locked her hands behind her. “You’re officially under arrest.”

Anais once again moaned. Peter put the nipple clamps on her and stuck his dick inside of her, thrusting upward into her, holding her body close to his. “You are going to rot in jail for the rest of your life, and I will be there to fuck you and never let you forget why you’re there in the first place,” he whispered.

She moaned her approval. Peter ran his fingers gently through her hair and kissed the side of her mouth.

His thrusting became more urgent. “You want me to torment you for the rest of your days?”

She responded in kind, bouncing madly up and down his dick, grinding her pelvis into his. Peter bit her on her earlobe. He turned her over and fucked her from behind once more, holding her hair in a vice grip, making her ass cheeks bounce back and forth, until his thrusts grew more shallow; he stiffened up and let out a primal groan and released his seed deep inside of her. “You are mine,” he growled.

He pulled out of her. His hands moved gently while they unlocked the handcuffs from around her wrists, untied the scarf and removed the ball gag from her mouth. He picked her up and carried her to bed, tucking her underneath the covers. He pushed some hair out of her face.

“Are you satisfied woman?”

“Yes I am man.”

He kissed her on her forehead. “Do you need a towel?”

“Yes, thank you.”

They cleaned up and Peter crawled into bed with his wife. “I love you.”

“I love you too baby.”

***

Collin ran into the car before his parent could even get out.

“Hi sweetie, what’s wrong?” Anais asked.

“Thomas had a bad case of diarrhea while we were at the trampoline center and we had to bring him home and he stunk up the whole car.”

“Oh no,” Anais said. Peter stifled a laugh.

“But other than that, we had fun. We made some smores and watched a few movies and hit the piñata. I got some candy. Did you have fun last night while I was gone?”

“Oh, we had a lot of fun kiddo,” Peter said.

“What did you do?”

“Um…”

Peter made the save, “We played Scrabble.”

“Yeah, Scrabble.”

***

At home, Collin took his stuff to his room and then ran down stairs to turn on the television.

Rosie was still gone to the casino.

Fulfill your fantasies. Maximize your greatest desires. Come stay at the Love Palace, where our rooms come equipped with everything you need to fulfill the greatest of your desire. Whether you want to spend a passionate night on the beach… or a kinky romp with your maid, couples can come to the Love Palace and do whatever they want to do. Love Palace… the couple’s resort.

The commercial had come on once again. Anais smiled. “We have to go back,” she said to Peter.

“I would think you’re addicted.”

“I’m addicted to you.”

They shared a kiss. “We’ll go back.”

“Mom, Dad, what are you talking about?”

“We’re talking about some mommy and daddy issues,” she said.

“Yeah, what your mother said,” Peter co-signed.

“Well, okay.”

***

They sat out in lawn chairs at another of Collin’s soccer games. Well, Peter moved along the sideline as the game progressed, cheering excitedly for his son. “Go left, come on you can do it!”

Collin got the ball and took it all the way before scoring a flawless goal into the net. Peter jumped up and down as if the kids had just won the World Cup for their country.

“Peter, we’re supposed to be encouraging good sportsmanship among the children,” Anais said.

“My son just scored a beautiful goal, I don’t care about good sportsmanship right now, my son is awesome.”

Anais clapped and laughed at him.

One of the other moms came up to them. “Can I ask you two a question?”

“Um, sure, yeah.”

“How do you two manage to look so happy?”

“What do you mean?” Peter asked.

“Like, you two look like you still enjoy being around one another and I, I guess I just want to know the secret.”

Anais and Peter shared a look between the two of them. “Well,” she began, “if you really must know… have you seen those commercials for the Love Palace?”

“All I do now is watch television, so I’ve definitely seen it.”

“You and your husband need to go there for a night, and I promise that you won’t regret it at all.”

“That’s it? You still screw each other?”

“It’s more than that. We listen to one another. Do this with your husband and I guarantee that you will begin to listen to one another.”

The woman shrugged. “I’ll give it a shot. Thank you very much.”

After she had left, “Did that just really happen?” Peter asked.

“It just happened.”

“Wow.”

Collin ran up to them once the game was over. “Did you see that shot I made?”

“That was amazing, I am so proud of you,” Peter gushed.

The Walshes drove home, a picture of happiness.

Starting Fires

by Cynthia Conley

Dana rushed to place a wet towel under her bedroom door, trying not to panic as she heard the sirens and saw the fire trucks pull to the curb. Placing the pillowcase over her mouth, she hit the floor to avoid the smoke-filled air and crawled to the window. The minute she pushed it up, more smoke puffed in and a window shattered in her living room.

She screamed as loud as she could, swinging a towel out the window to signal her location. Dragging herself up to the window, she spotted the firefighter waving to her, “Flatten yourself to the floor. I’m coming up.”

The ladder hit her window frame as she collapsed onto the floor. She gagged and coughed on the stench, causing tears to flood her vision. Terrified of passing out, she screamed again as the paint on her door bubbled. Hands suddenly lifted her from the floor and a mask was placed on her face before someone yelled, “Are you alone?”

She nodded before he yelled, “Hang on to me!”

Dana wrapped herself around him, gulping the oxygen and squeezing her eyes shut. Petrified of heights, she screamed in panic as he made his way down the ladder from her second story apartment. Other residents milled about, huddled together on the lawn as all their belongings went up in smoke.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, he tried to pass her to another firefighter but she wouldn’t let go of his neck. He swung her into his arms, “It’s okay! We’re on the ground.”

She relaxed but was still shaking so he carried her a safe distance before reassuring her again before she would finally release her death grip. He ran toward the three-story building, aiding others in pointing a huge hose directly at her window before they released the valve.

She coughed into the mask as her neighbor, Rose, sat down heavily beside her with shock written all over her face. Dana tried to hold it together while asking her, “Did everyone make it out?”

Looking around, Rose nodded before they both cringed when the roof caved. Scrambling backwards in the face of the chaotic scene, she shook even worse as tears flew into her eyes.

Rose leaned toward her and pointed to the firefighter that carried her down the ladder, “That’s my brother, Chad!”

Dana distractedly nodded, knowing the woman was trying to take their minds off the chaos. She finally broke, gasping between sobs while wondering where she would stay. With no family and new to the area, she’d just rented the apartment a week ago.

Rose put her arm around her, “It’s okay. At least we made it out alive.”

She nodded but couldn’t stop crying so Rose asked, “Did you lose a pet?”

Dana shook her head, unwilling to admit that she was completely alone. Her brother sank down in front of them and, seeing how upset she was, asked the same. Dana shook her head and admitted, “I just arrived in town. I don’t know anyone. Is there a shelter around here?”

Rose stared at her brother who quickly said, “Rose will be staying with me. You’re welcome, too. Don’t worry. We’ll take care of you.”

She glanced at Rose who was nodding as well. Dana frowned, “Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude.”

He nodded, “I’m positive.”

Dana thanked him, wiping tears away as Rose put her arm around her, “How old are you, Dana? You don’t look old enough to be on your own.”

“Twenty-three. Everyone thinks I’m younger.”

Her neighbor nodded, “Yeah. You look more like fifteen.”

Dana grinned through her tears but shook her head, “I can’t prove it because my purse was in there.”

Rose patted her knee, “I believe you. What do you do for a living?”

She told her where she was to start work as they watched the firefighters douse the apartment building. A tower of smoke started to rise as they kept each other company. They finally fell into silence, commenting occasionally about various things in order to keep the shock at bay.

Her brother, Chad, finally came back and asked how they were doing. Both nodded before he asked Rose if she was okay to drive. She stared at him, “My keys are in there.”

He glanced at Dana, “Same here but I have a spare under my back tire.”

“Are you okay to drive?”

Dana nodded, leading Rose to the parking lot where most of the tenants’ cars remained. Rose directed her to his house where she slipped a key out from under the doormat. Slipping inside, she went into a spare bedroom before telling Dana, “Let me go see what I can scrounge up so we can get out of these pajamas.”

Dana glanced around at the scant furnishings before wandering out into the hallway. Rose reappeared and handed her a T-shirt, pointing to a door, “That’s the bathroom. Sorry but this is the best I can do.” She shrugged by way of apology, “He’s not married and that shirt is going to swallow you but…”

Dana waved her off, “It’s great. Listen, thanks! Are you sure he won’t mind?”

Rose grinned, “From the look on his face, he didn’t mind you staying here at all.”

With a wink, she headed into the bedroom to change and left Dana to frown over her comment. Shrugging, she went into the bathroom to change. Pulling Chad’s shirt over her head, she grinned over the realization that the T-shirt held a distinct male aroma. Rose was right, the shirt swallowed her but she was grateful that the smoky odor was gone.

Peering at her blonde hair in the mirror, she cringed and washed the black streaks off her heart-shaped face. She hurried back out to ask Rose if she had a washcloth but ran right into Chad who was walking down the hall.

He grabbed her as she bounced off him, “Whoa, I almost knocked you flat. Shit, you are a tiny thing!”

She’d thought the firefighting suit made him massive but realized that was just his build. She swallowed hard, suddenly gasping for air for a completely different reason.

He grinned, “Are you okay?”

She squeaked out, “You’re just… huge!”

He laughed, studying her face as Rose peaked out the door, “He was a football player in high school.”

Stepping back and looking up at him, Dana’s quick wit surfaced, “Is the air thinner up there?”

Dimples appeared as interest flew into his eyes, “You tell me. Come here.”

Rose’s head appeared around the corner again with her mouth open in surprise before she grinned, “Chad, remember you put fires out… not start them!”

Dana was suddenly face-to-face with him as he asked, “So, is it?”

Completely forgetting the question, she stared at him until he laughed, “The air… is it thinner up here?”

“Oh-kay! Um… no, it’s not.”

Dimples hit his cheeks at her breathless tone, “Are you sure you don’t need some oxygen? I can perform mouth-to-mouth.”

Rose’s amused snort from behind them rang through the air, “I told you he doesn’t mind you staying.”

“Oh, hell no. Let me take a shower and I’ll show just how accommodating I can be.”

Rose rolled her eyes as Dana slid down his tall muscular frame, almost sliding straight to the floor as amusement shot over his face, “Damn, Rose. Why didn’t you tell me that you had such a cute little neighbor?”

“She just moved in last week. I haven’t talked to you since before then.”

He nodded and pointed to a door, “You know where the towels are if you want to shower.”

Turning to Dana, he winked, “That dress looks good on you.”

Her jaw dropped, leaving Rose cackling at her expression. He brushed by her, “I’ll see you ladies after I wash this smoke off me.”

Dana stared at him before shooting a wide-eyed look at his sister who was bent over and shaking her head as she tried to control her laughter. She scrambled behind her, placing the sister between them when he reappeared to say, “Oh… I’ve got a stocked fridge with beer if you guys are hungry or whatever.”

Looking directly at her, he pointedly said, “And you make yourself at home.”

She dumbly nodded as Rose got a grip on her laughter to pull a door open and drag some towels out. She handed one to Dana and asked if she wanted to go first. She eyed his bedroom and nodded, needing a moment to cool her heated cheeks. She barely used the hot water, standing under the tepid spray while contemplating the massive hunk that had just saved her ass from a burning building.

She finally rinsed herself, pulling on the T-shirt but cringing when she had to put the pajama bottoms against her skin. When she opened the bathroom door, Rose jerked her head toward the kitchen, “I found a wine glass and some wine if you want some.”

Dana nodded, “Good idea! Thanks!”

Hoping it would relax her but, unused to drinking, she poured half a glass. On the first sip, she made a face but forced herself to swallow the rest. Fortunately, it worked well so she poured another half-glass but jumped when he appeared in the doorway. He quickly put a hand up, “I was just going to join you for a sip.”

He bypassed the wine glass and grabbed a tumbler, pouring a healthy bit before downing it. His eyes narrowed, “You’re old enough to drink, right?”

She frowned, “I’m twenty-three.”

He grinned, “Nice to meet you, Twenty-three. I’m twenty-six.”

She laughed as he poured another splash into his glass while asking, “What do you do when you’re not working and where do you work?”

She told him that she was supposed to start working at a bank next week and had been busy unpacking. He grinned at her nervousness, “What kind of movies do you like or do you even watch TV?”

She nodded, “I like thrillers and horror. I have weird tastes in movies or so I’ve been told.”

Intrigued, he asked, “What do you mean by weird and who told you this?”

She followed him into the living room, “Normally, people think I like romance or chick-flicks but I can’t stand them. I like dark comedies and things that are out of the ordinary. Various friends told me but I no longer hang around them for a variety of reasons. Do you always ask a lot of questions?”

He stopped in front of a shelf and pointed out a movie, “Yes. How else would I get answers? Have you seen this one?”

She grinned, “Yeah, I like that one.” Her gaze ran over his library as her grin widened, “You have the same tastes that I do. Ohhh… can we watch this?”

He grabbed it and nodded, “Sure. Have you seen it yet?”

She shook her head and a dimple appeared in one of his cheeks. Narrowing her eyes at his calculated grin, she asked, “Why? Is it risqué?”

He laughed, “Why would I tell you that? Wouldn’t it ruin the movie? Here… you need more wine.”

Her eyes widened when he grabbed her glass and downed the contents before filling it for her. He made a face, “That was warmish. You need to drink it faster.”

“I don’t normally drink.”

Glee shot over his face, “Oh, this should be interesting.”

She sipped her wine as her face heated once again. He sat down and patted the sofa next to him with a challenge, “Scared I’ll start a fire?”

She took a gulp of the wine and pointedly sat next to him, immediately regretting it when his body heat made her breath hang. She swallowed past the lump in her throat as he lifted her wine glass from her hand, “You’re surprising me.”

He immediately drank what was in her glass before scowling, “It’s not good when it gets warm.”

Since her brain was already fuzzy, she shook her head when he went to refill it. He barked a laugh, pouring some into the glass anyway, “Lightweight!”

“I’m not seven feet tall and built like Thor!”

Before she could protest, he pulled her onto his lap, “Precisely. You’re light as a feather. And too cute for your own good!”

His fingers dipped into the wine before they painted her lips while his other hand thrust into her hair. With her lips only a fraction of an inch from his, her tongue inadvertently darted out to lick the wine off at the same time as his mouth closed over hers. His fingers entwined in her tresses to hold her head when she went limp against him.

He scrunched down into the couch, turning while cradling her on his wide chest and deepening the kiss. She jerked when Rose’s voice filtered through her fog of desire, “Where the hell did everyone… OH!”

Laughter rumbled in his chest as Dana pulled back from his mouth, dragging in a huge gasp of air as he growled, “Would you please disappear, Rose? We’re trying to see a movie here!”

Dana blinked down at him with her mouth hanging open but, when she tried to push off his chest, he tightened his grip, “Where are you going? We’re watching a movie, remember?”

“Um… yeah… what movie was that?”

He nodded, amusement flooding his face, “I have no idea! More wine?”

She laughed as she shook her head, shooting Rose a glance but she was quickly headed to her room, “Oh, my god! Would you let me go?”

He shook his head, “Letting go of something on fire is not in my nature. I’m a firefighter, remember?”

She giggled as he drew her back down to him, “Really, Chad, I’m not used to…”

“Ahhh! Allow me to familiarize you!”

She cursed as his lips closed over hers again but forgot what her protest was as his firm lips teased hers into submission. He tucked her between the back of the sofa and himself before deepening the kiss, spiraling an ache throughout and a whimper up her throat which immediately sobered her. She angrily pushed at him, unwilling to fall into bed with a man she’d just met regardless if he was a god in disguise.

He broke the kiss and leaned back so she immediately said, “Stop! Let me up… right now!”

His eyebrows shot up, “No more movie?”

“Cut it out, Chad. All my belongings just burned and you’re trying to fuck me? I mean, I know you just rescued me but… damn!”

He immediately released her, “I got carried away. I wasn’t trying to… crap! I know how it looked and… I’m sorry.”

She scrambled over him, shaking her head, “Jesus… I’ve never met someone so damn overwhelming!”

He winced but called out when she reached the doorway, “Hey, I’m just interested-really, I…”

Seeing her expression, he cringed, “…apologize, okay?”

Scowling at him, she finally nodded and quickly entered the room. Rose glanced over in surprise at her angry expression, “Uh-oh! What’d he do?”

Dana shook her head, “I wish you would have warned me. That man is… holy shit!”

Rose burst out in a fit of giggles as she shook her head, stuttering out, “Don’t… oh, hell… don’t be mad at him. He’s always had a thing for tiny blondes!”

Dana took a deep breath and rolled her eyes, “Just my luck! I get rescued by an irresistible eight-arm octopus who…”

Noticing the amused look on Rose’s face, she groaned as her cheeks reddened. Rose glanced at the ceiling to give her a moment, “If he’s irresistible, why are you in here with me?”

Dana practically snapped, “Because I’m not that type!”

Rose calmly asked, “What type would that be?”

Dana frowned, “The type to be lured into bed with a guy who fucks anything that moves.”

“Whoa… you pegged him wrong! Look, even though he’s affectionate and may seem like he fucks around, he’s pretty damn selective.”

Doubting that, Dana’s face twisted in disbelief as she climbed down into the bed. Rose shrugged, “Suit yourself but, I’m telling you, he’s choosy. Give him a break. He just saved your ass.”

Dana shot her a frown, “He flirted like hell, became overwhelming, and you’re trying to tell me that he doesn’t hit on everything that moves?”

Rose stared at her before leaning forward in anger, “He apparently saw something in you that he liked. I can count the number of girls he’s introduced me to on one hand. Oh, and by the way, I saw interest in his face when he stopped by to talk to us at the apartments. When he’s interested, he flirts… like any normal male. You were flirting too so what’s the problem?”

Rolling her eyes, Rose fell back on her own bed, leaving Dana to contemplate if she had been too hard on him. Sighing, she sank down onto her pillow but couldn’t stop wondering if she’d just been the worst prude. Confused, she scrunched her eyes shut and whispered, “Rose, are you sure?”

Her roommate groaned, “He’s my brother and we happen to be pretty damn close. Of course I’m sure! I’ve seen that boy’s heart ripped out by little twerps like you before.”

Dana winced, “Oh, shit! I’m sorry. I moved here to get away from a smooth jackass after a lengthy on-and-off relationship. I guess I’m still raw from it.”

Rose swung her legs off the side of the bed, “Everybody fucks up sometimes.” She tapped Dana’s bed with her foot, “But seriously, I can tell he really likes you.”

Dana sat up and put her head in her hands, “Oh, no! I liked him too and we have a lot in common. I probably fucked up big time.”

“Well, what are you waiting on? If you like him, go out there and…”

Dana’s eyes widened, “He probably hates me now. Besides, I don’t jump in bed with…”

Rose’s eyes rolled dramatically, “You’re obviously attracted to him and him to you. Damn, just talk to him. You’re the only one here that’s mentioned fucking him, right?”

Dana’s hands flew to her face in embarrassment as she groaned, “Oh, I’m such an idiot!”

Rose calmly said, “He doesn’t hold grudges. Just go apologize.” She leaned forward and glanced toward the door as her voice dropped, “I’ve never seen him flirt so heavily so fast before. If you’d thrown yourself at him, he would have brushed you off but you don’t need to be so damn cautious. He won’t bite.”

Dana took a deep breath and nodded, “Okay. You sure he won’t be mad?”

“He’s a big old teddy bear, trust me.”

She pulled herself out of bed but spied Rose’s beer. Rose shook her head, “As tiny as you are, you’ll get sick!”

Making a face, she gritted her teeth and opened the bedroom door to peak into the living room. She didn’t see him anywhere but spotted the wine still on the table. Thinking of searching him out with the wine as an offering, she quickly moved toward it but jumped a mile when she spotted him still lying on the sofa. His gaze shot to her as he swung into a sitting position.

She raised her hands and shrugged, “I’m sorry. I jumped to conclusions. It’s just…”

Shaking his head, he interrupted her, “No… I should have realized you were under heightened stress with the fire. I mean…”

“Can we start over?”

He patted the sofa while picking up the remote, “Watch a movie? Seriously, this time?”

She laughed and nodded so he flew through the scenes to start it over but, before he hit play, she put her hand over his, “I left Oregon because of someone. I overreacted with you, okay? I’m sorry.”

A knowing look flitted over his face, “What did my sister tell you?”

She laughed and shook her head, “That you don’t fuck around.”

He cursed as his face reddened but laughed too and added, “I can start.”

She laughed harder as he pressed play and leaned against him. He didn’t attempt to put his arm around her so she tugged it and asked, “Can we at least cuddle while we watch it?”

His eyebrows flew up, “Are you trying to hit on me?”

She grinned and playfully slapped his arm. He sank onto the sofa and pulled her to him. Her shiver made him tighten his arms, “Are you cold?”

She swallowed hard, not trusting herself to speak so she shook her head. As if her body couldn’t stop moving from that simple shake of head, she wiggled around in his arms. The raw lust on his face was telling enough but his hard cock against her made her breath hitch. Amusement flooded his face, “Yeah, Dana, I want you. I’m a man and you’re a hot little number but…”

“Chad, just shut up and kiss me.”

Without another word, his mouth closed over hers. She panted into his cheek, trying to control the raw desire that tore through her but gave up when a moan escaped. Having felt isolated for so long, his arms provided a haven. Her tongue danced over his, tasting wine but receiving another exhilaration that sang through her.

He dragged his mouth off hers, “Shit, Dana! You’re driving me nuts. If we don’t stop this…”

“I don’t want you to stop! I want you!”

He lifted her and carried her to his bed but set her on it with a reserved look, “Are you sure about…?”

She leapt into his arms, letting her passionate kiss speak instead of words. He broke it to rip his shirt over his head, displaying massive shoulders and chest that made her jaw drop, “Jesus! Is the rest of you…?”

He laughed, “I’m not ruining it. Come here and find out.”

Her clothes hit the floor, causing his eyebrows to fly up, “Well, not everything’s tiny on you.”

Lifting her size-Cs, she grazed his chest with her nipples and landed flat on her back with his mouth on her nipple. She gasped as he skated down her, tugging at her nipples while licking his way to her clit. Her ragged cry split the air as she tugged at his hair, “Come here! I want to feel you in…!”

She gasped as he rolled her clit with his tongue before lightly nipping with his teeth, sending her over the edge. She grabbed the sheets, “Chad… please!”

His finger thrust inside her as he pushed his shorts off and bit his way back up to her nipples. She clawed his shoulders, eagerly wiggling under him and begging. His cock raked over her before she reached for him. He pulled her hand up and trapped it beside her, whispering into her neck, “Your pussy is really tight and I am well-hung so, if I hurt you, please tell me.”

Amusement flitted over his face at her expression of surprise before he guided his cock to her slit. Her eyes widened at his girth before he sank inside, collapsing all her thoughts as her back heaved off the bed.

He froze but she panted out, “Oh, God… don’t stop!”

He plunged inside as she twisted under him. Trying to drag air into lungs that were already full as her heels pushed at the covers. He froze again, cursing in her neck, “Shit, you’re fucking tight!”

She clenched around him as he flexed inside her, begging him to fuck her. His hips curled before he grabbed hers and ground her against him. She gushed on him, queefing as climactic waves sent her mind and body reeling. Pushing her up the bed with each thrust, he cursed again as his cock jerked deep inside her.

She seized under him, writhing with each pulsed. His mouth slammed onto hers as her body went limp, lifting her to him as he rolled onto his back. Her fingernails bit into his muscular chest as she panted against his cheek, clenching uncontrollably as he pumped into her.

He broke the kiss and rolled them off the bed, lifting her while still speared on him to carry into the shower. He set her on her feet in the shower, grinning down at her. She rested her forehead on his chest, gazing at his cock before looking up, “Now that’s a fucking fire hose!”

He laughed and pushed her under the spray, blushing even though a bit of arrogance hit his eyes. After washing, he motioned toward his bed, “You know, my sister snores. You might want to join me.”

She grinned, “And you don’t snore?”

He shrugged, “I’m asleep so I have no idea.”

Her eyes narrowed, “No one has ever complained that you snored?”

“Dana, I’ve never slept the entire night with a woman.”

“Nuh-uh!”

He shook his head, “You’d be my first. You can tell me in morning.”

Her mouth opened before she snapped it shut, “Okay.”

After leaving the shower, she snuggled into his arms as he turned the TV on but fell asleep almost immediately. She awoke to the smell of coffee but he wasn’t in bed.

Staggering into the kitchen and rubbing her eyes, she immediately encountered a grinning Rose, “Do you drink coffee?”

Dana nodded, “Do you need help with anything? I can make a killer omelet.”

Chad turned with the coffee cup, “How do you like it… um… your coffee?”

She quickly took the cup, “Very sweet with lots of creamer.”

He nodded and handed her his cup, “Try this and tell me what you think.”

She took a sip, “Wow… that’s good.”

“Mmm… hmm. Appears that we have even more in common. You say you can cook an omelet. Anything else?”

Her eyes narrowed, “I avoid toast. Why?”

Rose slowly turned, pointing the spatula at her brother, “He burns the shit out of toast without even turning the toaster on. What’s your excuse?”

Dana picked her jaw up from the floor and grinned, “I can burn the house down without turning the toaster on.”

He laughed, “Dana, you can stay as long as you like.”

After they settled down to eat, Rose asked if she could use Chad’s car to pick up a duplicate key from the dealership and he nodded. Glancing at her shirt, she asked, “Do you have any of my things left over from my previous stay here?”

He pointed to the ceiling, “Attic.”

After they ate, she hurried to the hall and up the stairs only to return shortly with a box and wearing a wide grin, “Dana, I’ve gained a bit of weight since I was living here so a lot of these might fit you instead of me. Do you want to give them a look?”

She eagerly nodded as Rose pulled an outfit out and darted into their bedroom. Dana pulled out a pair of shorts as Rose reappeared, “I’ll be back shortly.”

After Rose left, he pulled Dana to him, “Damn, you smell good.”

She grinned, “It’s your soap.”

“I’m not talking about the soap.”

She leisurely leaned back to see the heated look on his face. She slowly kissed him and tried not to squirm in his arms. A rumble went through him as he turned and sat her on the counter, breaking the kiss to say against her mouth, “Girl, you have my head all fucked up.”

“It’s okay. Same here.”

His eyebrows flew up, “Really?”

She nodded, trying to will her blush to go away. His finger caressed her cheek as he studied her face before admitting, “I don’t want to get hurt.”

She nodded, “Me neither.”

His eyes dropped to her lips before he gave her a kiss that spoke volumes. Her fingers fisted in his T-shirt while she was prepared to climb right up him. He broke the kiss and said in astonishment, “For a tiny thing, you pack quite a punch!”

Before they could say more, Rose popped in the door, “I need someone to follow me to the apartments so I can pick up my car.”

They quickly retrieved Rose’s vehicle before hitting the nearest grocers where both learned they had even more tastes in common. By the time they arrived back at his place, Dana’s head was in the clouds with fantasies that had her stomach tumbling with nerves.

Every brush of his fingers over hers and heated glance seemed to unbelievably shoot their sexual tension higher until there wasn’t a doubt in her mind that tonight would be hotter than hell in summertime. Rose had even made plans with a friend to ‘go shopping’ after they arrived home but drew Dana aside to tell her, “I’m staying over at a friend’s tonight. You guys need some time without a guest… you get me?”

Dana giggled as her face reddened, “Yeah. Hey… what did you tell him about what I said to you?”

She shook her head, “Nothing. We may be close but I wouldn’t do that. His business is his business and the same goes for you.”

Dana’s eyes widened, “Oh. Okay, thanks.”

With a knowing glance, Rose called a goodbye over her shoulder and hit the door. As darkness fell, Dana nervously asked, “Do you want me to get those steaks ready?”

“I have some work to do so let them marinade for a bit in the fridge. I actually volunteer at the fire department. I’m a computer programmer. Want to see something?”

She eagerly nodded so he led her into his office and pulled up a chair before logging into his computer. She watched as he rapidly worked at finding a glitch and grinned when he barked, “Ah… there it is!”

He swiftly corrected it, leaving her frowning at the screen before he shrugged, “That’s what I do.”

Not understanding but impressed anyway by his satisfied demeanor, she asked, “So, you don’t get paid for fighting fires?”

He shook his head, “I get paid enough through this. I just like fighting fires and they need all the help they can get.”

“Have you ever thought of becoming a fire fighter?”

He laughed, “I am a fire fighter. I just volunteer my services. I went through training to be qualified. I chose not to opt for that route. I like computer programming and it’s more lucrative in pay.”

She nodded as he motioned toward the kitchen, “Those steaks should be good now. Do you know how to fire a propane grill or will you blow my house up?”

She laughed, “You might want to operate the grill. I’ll grab the meat.”

A gleam slammed into his eyes as the sexual tension shot up, causing her face to reddened, “…the steaks!”

He pulled her up with a laugh, “Oh… you can grab any of my meat any time. It’s all good.”

The minute their throaty tones hit the air, her breath hung and an ache shot straight through her. She grabbed his shirt, “Chad, you’re driving me nuts here.”

He nodded as a wild look flew over his face and pulled her to him. She scrambled into his arms and forgot all about the steaks. The only hunger she needed to feed was for him. His frantic movements were all the communication she needed.

Amidst their curses, clothing hit the floor until both were rolling over them. She heaved under him, desperately begging for him but was hell-bent on tasting every inch of him. Since he held the advantage in strength, she writhed under him while helplessly panting as he drove her desire off the charts.

Crazed and desperate for him, she wailed, “Chad, please! I want to taste…”

He licked his way from her clit to her nipples, driving into her, “You can taste later! I want your pussy now!”

She dragged nails down his arm as her body went limp. He cradled her to him and moaned raggedly over her lips, “Damn, Dana, what’d you do to me?”

She gazed at the emotions flying over his face, “Same thing you did to me! Set my blood on fire!”

She grabbed his face and kissed him hard, grinding her hips into his as his eyes widened. Shoving a hand into her hair, he groaned in her mouth as his cock jerked inside her. She whimpered as he deepened the kiss while her hips bucked under him.

He lifted her off the floor and carried her into his bedroom before toppling them both onto the bed. Rising above her but still embedded deep within, he said, “I’ve never asked another woman to move in with me but here goes…”

“Yes!”

His jaw dropped while she bit her lip. He took her face in his hands as emotions flitted across his but, seeing his reluctance, she said it first, “Yeah… that ‘L word’ is on the tip of my tongue and I don’t mean ‘like’.”

He grinned and hugged her to him, “That’s a fucking relief! I’m so glad you’re a fan of lasagna too!”

She slapped his back, giggling as he rumbled with laughter. He lifted her off the bed and, while walking to the shower, said, “I’m a wimp at heart when it comes to that word.”

She whispered, “I love you,” over his lips, causing a wide smile to appear but he responded, “Ditto.”

Her eyes narrowed, “You’ve never said that to anyone, have you?”

“Sure I have. My family.”

She rolled her eyes but he grew serious, “We just need to slow down a bit here. Give me today. We’ll have lasagna tomorrow.”

She laughed but nodded, realizing by his expression that he felt the same but was really too scared to say the words.

After they showered and ate steaks, they tumbled back into bed where she announced, “It’s my turn to drive you over the edge.”

“Dana, the minute you panicked your way down my ladder from the apartment…”

Grinning, she bit her way down his stomach and breathed over his cock, “Allow me to climb this ladder!”

Palace of Passion

by Bonnie Robles

Ramon and Selma Vasquez were new to New York. After living in Liverpool for so long, Ramon had finally got a transfer and though the two were eager to leave the UK, there was just something about the States that made them shudder. They had to make new friends. It was a bit awkward for Selma since she had always fancied voyeurism and she was not sure whether they would run into Americans who liked that sort of thing.

Selma was a tall woman, quite curvy for a white woman. She had huge breasts; people usually mistook them for implants. Though her ass was not the huge J-lo bum, she still had a package to be proud of. Ramon was a thick haired man of Hispanic origin and Selma always told him that his body was more built for a Calvin Klein underwear shoot than normal clothes.

On the second day after the move, Selma was busying herself unpacking boxes when Ramon got out of the shower. She had resorted to unpacking in the living room because the two barely got any work done in the bedroom. She thought that a crowded living room would crowd Ramon’s judgment.

he smiled up at him when she saw him walking towards her; he had not bothered to secure his manhood behind a towel. She suddenly noticed that he had a semi hard-on going on. She rolled her eyes and shook her head.

“We spent the day in bed yesterday,” she said looking at him. “We are not doing this today,” she said as she sorted the clothing.

“Baby, come on,” he said walking towards her. “I have a whole eight days before reporting to work,” he added as he walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Yeah and at this rate, we won’t be settled even then,” she said. Even though she longed to have her husband’s cock buried inside her, she needed to put her foot down. Ramon could fuck like a god and she loved that about her husband but sometimes he acted more like a horny teenager than a responsible husband.

“What do we do about this then?” he asked as he pressed his cock into her bum. She turned around and sat on the bed.

“I could let you have your fun with the twins,” she said opening a button or two of her blouse. Ramon smiled.

“Yeah, baby,” he said reaching to touch her generous breasts. She leaned back, denying him the pleasure.

“Or, I could do this,” she said taking him inside his mouth without any warning. Ramon breathed a long low wow as she expertly sucked on his cock, making it harder as she went on. He looked down as he disappeared into her mouth over and over again. He closed his eyes as he savored the pleasure he was getting from her oral service. For a married couple, these two were still too much into sex but then again, no one was complaining. He was still in the glory of the moment when they heard a female voice.

“Ahem,” came the voice. Ramon grabbed a cushion and held it against his manhood after Selma pulled away. The two looked at a curvy brunette and a tall man standing at the entrance of the living room. The woman had a bowl in her hands.

“We knocked… the door was open,” she said. Her cheeks were flushed as she talked.

She turned and felt the strength draining form her body as she looked at a brunette and a brown haired man standing at the doorway. The man looked obviously amused catching Ramon with his pants down, or simply naked.

“I’m Claire, this is my husband Don,” she said in an attempt to change the uncomfortable silence. She had a basket in her hands. Selma guessed that was why the room had that freshly baked smell. She looked at the couple still embarrassed and smiled.

“I’m Selma,” she said in a small voice.

“Ramon,” Ramon said looking around for something more decent than a cushion.

“We are your neighbors across the street and…. we’re sorry… we…,” Claire’s voice trailed off. She looked at her husband. “Maybe we should… go?” she said looking at Don. Selma stood up.

“No, let’s just go to the um…. Kitchen… drinks anyone?” Selma said walking towards them.

“I brought muffins,” Claire said as the three walked away.

“You’re sweet,” Selma said as she took the basket from her hands. “I’m sorry about all …that,” she said as she poured the couple some freshly squeezed lemonade.

“Please we’re used to this kind of thing,” Don said. Selma looked at him surprised. She was not sure whether she was more shocked at the statement or confused. Either way, she was not about to make the situation more uncomfortable than it already was.

“It feels good to get to see other people other than yourselves,” Selma said smiling. Don moved closer to her.

“Lovely accent,” he said looking at her closely. Selma could have sworn he was undressing her with his eyes. “What is that? British?” he asked. Selma nervously nodded.

“Come now Donald. Don’t chase away the only good neighbors we have left,” Claire said smiling.

“Only good neighbors?” Selma asked her voice almost quivering. “Why are we the only good ones? Aren’t these other houses occupied?” she asked. Claire walked to where she was and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

“They are, but the people can be a bit…. judgmental,” Claire said. Selma looked at her questioningly.

“What do you mean?” Selma asked.

“There he is! Looking very… dressed,” Don said. The girls looked over at Ramon who was walking into the room. Selma could tell that he was still embarrassed.

“What was that about judgmental neighbors?” Ramon asked ignoring Donald’s comment.

“We are a peculiar people…. we like peculiar things,” Donald said. Selma and Ramon could not help but feel that the two were talking in codes.

“Peculiar,” Selma said. Claire nodded.

“However do you mean?” Ramon asked looking at Claire closely.

“Well…,” Don started but paused. “You know what? Let’s show you,” he said looking at Claire who was now nodding.

“Great idea,” she said. “You will love it,” she added when she noticed Selma’s scared look.

“What if we don’t?” Selma asked nervously. Claire and Don laughed in unison.

“The palace is too big to be disappointed,” Claire said calmly.

“I’m sorry, the palace?” Selma said looking at Claire. “Are we going back to England or something?” she asked looking at Ramon.

“Come on, I’ll drive,” Claire said. “It will get the whole moving edge off,” she added as she took Selma’s hand. At that point Ramon and Selma were unsure of whether they were in for the adventure of their lives or the biggest mistake ever. A few minutes later, the two couples were at some up market home. The house looked very old and very pricey. “Welcome to the New York Palace of Passion,” Claire said as the four walked up the steps leading to the main door. The four walked up a long flight of stairs.

Ramon and Selma were awestruck at the first scene of the ‘Palace’. There were two men seriously double teaming a poor blonde as three other couples looked on. At that moment, Selma had a rough idea of what this place was. The woman remained silent, gripping onto the staircase railing as they went on.

At some point she began crying out in perfect rhythm with the men’s thrusts. One of the men watching had began to slowly knead one of the women’s breasts as he looked on. Selma guessed that she was having her orgasm at that very moment or approaching her point of no return.

“Holy shit, this place is indeed remarkable”, Ramon uttered amidst giggles from Selma and Claire who were obviously enjoying the scene.

“Are you like… swingers or something?” Selma asked Claire in a whisper. Claire looked at her and smiled.

“You are familiar with the lingo,” she said as they walked on. Selma nodded. “What’s your fancy?” Claire asked. Selma felt herself blush.

“I like watching,” she said looking at Claire who smiled back at her. Selma smiled. This must have been the luckiest thing ever. They never got friends this compatible with them. They moved on with their tour but it was cut short by the sweet aroma that wafted from behind a huge silvery door that dominated the room.

“This, my guests, is the dining room,” Don announced triumphantly and proceeded to walk in. When he pushed open the thin wooden doors, the sweet scent of freshly roasted bacon enveloped them and instantly diverted their attention from their bodily pleasures. They waltzed in to join other guests at the table who were enjoying every ounce of the delicacies on the huge oak table. Don sat beside Selma on one side of the table.

Claire understood the gesture and joined Ramon of the other side. It was self service but the ladies served their men hurriedly before diving in to join the rare treat. Don definitely had a huge appetite because he downed the half steak from his plate in a matter of minutes before yanking his huge frame across the table to obtain more from the spread in the middle. Some ladies chuckled at the sight while others simply stared in disbelief.

“I like a man who eats”, Claire said amidst chuckles to defend her man.

“I love a man with an appetite,” Selma thought as she looked at Don. She suddenly let out a silent gasp when she thought she saw the tip of Don’s penis under his shorts. Was this guy serious? He wasn’t wearing any underwear? In freaking public? She looked over at Ramon. She was filled with guilt, unsure of what to do at that moment. Ramon smiled at her and gave her a slight nod.

Ramon seemed more thirsty than hungry since he downed several glasses of champagne as he ate. However, it could also have been his way of dealing with the new but familiar situation. Selma noticed the way he stole little glances at Claire as he nibbled at the rib he held in his hand.

***

Claire had no bra or panties on. Her nipples were protruding from under her bareback silk brown dress and were fully visible in the brightly lit room. She loved the new friends she and Don had so tastefully stumbled upon. She had been unsure about meeting the new neighbors but something about the way Don said ‘that new big busted neighbor’ made Claire want to meet the new guys across the street. She looked over at Selma who had just got Don’s full attention. She knew that the fun had begun.

***

Selma was still savoring her food when she felt Don’s fingers finding their way into her pussy. She looked at him in surprise and then at Ramon who was now getting a hand job from Claire. She gasped and instantly blushed as she closed her legs tightly leaving his hand locked and his fingers trapped inside her. She loved the sensation that shot through her especially as Don wriggled his fingers pleading for release.

Claire and Ramon didn’t notice the drama as they were both entangled in their own game, obviously loving the freedom. Selma relaxed her grip and Don withdrew his fingers from within her making a slurp sound as he did so. What he did next made Selma simply gasp in awe. He deftly licked her wetness off his fingers and then dug right into his macaroni like he had just done the most normal thing in the world.

It seemed the room was respected for what it was, a dining place, since none of the couples inside engaged in any erotic behavior except with the food. After a hearty meal and a few chugs of the bubbly on offer, the two couples decided to continue with their tour. When they stepped out of the room, the two men and the lady on the stairwell were no longer there. All that was left of their threesome was a trace of cum on the thick woolen carpet.

When they got to the balcony, Selma breathed a long low wow. The view was simply breathtaking. Ramon and Selma had no idea that the club was this huge. From the road, you could see the huge gated entrance that gave no clue as to what lay within. Once inside the compound, the huge mansion covered up most of what the eye could see but obscured what lay behind the mansion.

As they drove into the compound, all they had noticed was a thick layer of trees that concealed both sides of the mansion which portrayed that the landscaper had privacy in mind. The thicket between the trees was simply impossible to breach with the eyes. The number of expensive cars on the parking lot also indicated that this was a members-only affair. Below them was a beautiful lit pool that looked simply inviting.

At some point, Selma wondered why no one had taken advantage of the inviting pool. There were two huge Jacuzzis next to the pool that made the pool even more inviting than it already was. The whole scene was lined with blue neon lamp posts. You could see the words ‘NEW YORK’ brightly lit by the neon lamps on the pool floor. One Jacuzzi had an interracial couple making do in the bubbly water oblivious of the onlookers. Selma and Ramon took their time taking in the beautiful view.

They had been to a few exclusive clubs back in Liverpool but nothing would ever measure up to what lay before them right there and then. Back in Liverpool, most clubs were well hidden in suburban neighborhoods. You could barely know what was happening unless of course you got inside one of the rooms. Clearly, here it was a ‘come one come all’ affair. Selma giggled. She was eager to find out what other surprises the palace held for them.

When they were done with the first floor, Don insisted that they visit the last part of the huge mansion which he claimed would take their breath away. On the edge of the walkway was a wide stairway that led to the second floor. It was lined with wide rimmed flower vases that housed differently colored roses.

The new couple was already used to the numerous rooms as was the case on the first floor but this time there was only one huge door. On top of the door frame was a huge gold plated tag with the words ‘EXCLUSIVE SUITE’. Instantly, the newbies knew that this would be unlike anything they had seen or even imagined. Claire smiled at Selma and took her hand as Don opened the door.

There was a low-lying chandelier clad with several candles rather than bulbs that lit the rest of the house. The candles kind of gave the area a medieval feel not forgetting the exquisite furniture. The room had a large queen sized bed in the middle of the room and smaller beds, or were they simply long sofas, lined up against the wall. The place was so arranged to give people who wished to watch a perfect view of what would be going on in the bed.

Apart from the four of them, the room was entirely empty as if it had been specifically set up for them. When they walked in, Don closed the door behind them and took off his clothes. Selma looked at him and got instantly excited. Don like Ramon, was a well built man but what made her jaw drop was the size of his penis. She stared at it, her mouth slightly gaped.

“Don’t worry,” Don said as he undid her pants. “I will be especially gentle with you,” he said as he pulled the zipper down. He then looked over at Ramon. “That is of course f you are okay with this,” he said. Ramon smiled and gave them a nod of approval. Selma was both turned on and surprised that Ramon would agree to this so quickly. Of course, this was not their first time to do this sort of thing but it was the first time they were engaging in it with total and complete strangers. They didn’t even know their last names!

“Come here baby,” Don said in a whisper as he pulled Selma towards him. He bent his head and kissed her softly before carrying her over to the bed. Don smiled as he placed Selma on the edge of the warm velvety bed. He looked into her eyes as he parted her legs and then pulled her pants off. He went on to pull her lace panties off before eyeing her smooth shaven pussy. He smiled at her.

“I love a well groomed woman,” he said as he parted her legs. He knelt on the soft carpet between her and placed her legs on his broad shoulders. At this point, Selma was already wet. She longed to have… whatever it was that he wanted to do with her. She threw her head back as she felt Don’s hot tongue get buried deep inside her. This was not the first time someone was doing this to her but the fact that she hardly knew Don was making the situation hotter than ever.

She closed her eyes and held her sounds of pleasure in as Don tongue fucked her harder and harder. At some point, as if what he was doing was not enough, he began rubbing her clit as he continued sinking his tongue inside her. She gave in and let a soft gasp escape her lips, giving him a go ahead to go on. She began moaning as he turned to sucking on her clit rather than tasting her depths. Soon, he was having a hard time holding her down. She wriggled on the bed as he sucked on her, obviously a bit too turned on.

Claire and Ramon looked over at the bed. Claire looked at Ramon and smiled. “Looks like Don might need my help,” she said before walking over to the bed. Ramon looked on as Claire got out of her clothes. He stared at her perfect feminine form and sighed. He was already hard. He needed to be inside her but he also wanted to see what she was up to.

He watched as Claire climbed on the bed and helped his wife out of the shirt she wore before proceeding to hold her down. He slipped his hand inside his pants and began rubbing himself as he watched Claire put her lips around one of Selma’s breasts. Her other hand was tastefully flicking Selma’s other nipple as Don continued with his oral attack on his poor wife. Selma was at this time screaming out loud as the couple sucked on her very sensitive areas.

Don pulled away from Selma and helped Claire pull her to the centre of the bed.

“Do you want that inside of you?” Claire asked a panting Selma who nodded. Claire smiled down at her before giving Ramon a little beckon of her finger. Ramon walked over to the bed as he quickly got out of the restraining clothes. He joined them on the bed just in time to see Don begin his descent inside his wife. Don was considerably bigger than he was. He was grateful that he took his time getting inside Selma. He watched as Don disappeared inside Selma, inch by inch until he was fully inside her. She looked up at him before wrapping her arms around Don’s back.

“Now let’s take care of that,” Claire said as she spread Ramon’s legs. By this time, Ramon could have sworn that his cock had a heartbeat of its own. It had raging veins as if it was about out explode right there and then he felt relieved as Claire took him inside her mouth. Her mouth was hot and wet and the way she was taking him, all of him, inside her mouth made him want to blow his load inside her mouth. She went on sucking on his cock, long beautiful strokes as Ramon grabbed a handful of her hair.

She felt dominated, taken by his raging passion as she went on delivering the much needed service. When she finally pulled away, he pulled her up and quickly rolled over so that he was on top of her. He looked down at her before kissing her deeply. Though Claire had expected a kiss that passionate, that sweet, she was still taken aback. He then went on to kiss her soft nipples that were already hard.

He began by sucking before resorting to twirling his tongue around them, teasing her. She moaned her pleasure and arched her back in an attempt to thrusts herself inside his mouth again but as fate would have it, he held back and went on twirling his tongue around the other nipple. By the time he disengaged his mouth, Claire was so horny that he could feel her wet pussy on his thigh.

“Fuck me Ramon. Fuck me now,” she demanded. He looked at her and smiled. He pulled her up and turned her around positioning her on all fours. He positioned himself at her opening and pushed his cock inside her wet cunt. She moaned and grabbed a handful of the linen underneath her as Ramon went hard and wild in her. Unlike Don who had began with slow thrusts, Ramon didn’t give that courtesy.

He went in hard as a piston, ramming her ass as he sunk into her over and over again. She went on screaming her pleasure, encouraging him as he felt his cock get coated in her juices. He held on to her waist, using it as a supportive mechanism for his powerful thrusts.

“Yes, Ramon. Harder! Faster!” she screamed as he went on. He smiled and began increasing his pace. His thrusts were no longer long and piston like. They were more like a battering ram being delivered by a blood thirsty army bent on taking down an enemy’s fortress.

Selma was still moaning her pleasure as Don’s cock continued stretching her with every stroke he delivered. She was lost in a world of ecstasy as Don sunk himself inside her. She suddenly felt the ever too familiar feeling of her walls pulsating. She gasped when Don pulled his cock out of her without a warning. She looked up at Don who looked a bit too composed for a person who had just denied her orgasm.

“Not yet sunshine”, he said as he spun her around so that she straddled him. She looked down at him as he led his cock inside her. She winced as he once again filled her up. Though she was the one on top, Don was still doing all the work. He held her hips and dropped her onto his cock as she screamed out.

“Please Don, I wan to cum,” she pleaded amid her pants and moans. He looked into her eyes and shook his head.

“Hold it, baby,” he said thrusting his hips upward. “Just a bit longer,” he said as his thrusts got more persistent, more insistent.

“Now, I need to! Please!” Selma screamed. He shook his head and went on dropping her onto his waiting cock harder, faster. She suddenly felt herself getting tighter all over him, all around his cock. She looked at him but her pleading eyes were to no avail. Don was still having the time of his life and she was not going to finish before he did. He suddenly held her breasts and thrust into her harder than ever.

“Now! Let loose, now!” he commanded. It was just in time. Selma threw her head back and screamed as she gave in to the pleasure. He held her tightly as she squeezed him. His pulsating cock seemed to get longer, thicker, as she felt him filling her up with his seed. Oh shit! He was filling her up. She tried pulling away but Don’s grip was too strong. After what seemed like forever, she collapsed on him as she felt his limp cock slipping out of her. “Thank God for the shot I got,” she thought as she lay on him, panting struggling to catch her breath.

Claire was still on the receiving end of Ramon’s powerful thrusts even after Selma and Don were done. She suddenly felt her pussy constrict and cried out as her own orgasm came over her. This triggered Ramon’s own orgasm and he moaned loudly as he shot his wad into her. He grabbed a handful of the soft tissue that was her breast and squeezed gently as his orgasm rocked his body. The two then collapsed next to Selma and Don who were still panting. The two couples smiled at each other and got comfortable on the huge bed.

When they had finally had their rest, they put on their robes and headed for the Jacuzzi. It was just what they needed to soothe their exhausted muscles. Their conversation was at a minimum since they were all spent and could have used a quiet night off. A steward came towards them with tall glasses of cold fresh juice and chicken wings.

“There is one last place we will visit before calling it a night,” Don said amid mouthfuls. Selma smiled at Ramon.

“I can’t wait,” she said looking at Claire who was busy downing a glass of cool refreshing juice. When they were done, Don led them to a room in the basement. This was more dimly lit than any other place in the entire mansion.

“This is the blue room,” Don said as they walked into the room. The room was similar to the executive suite in terms of décor and arrangement. It was not hard for Selma and Ramon to get settled in one of the comfy sofas that donned the room. Claire and Don sat closer to the bed since they preferred a much detailed experience.

A heavily built man holding hands with a svelte black woman walked towards the bed and Ramon knew it had begun.

“Please welcome Jamie and Mark from Houston,” a woman said. Selma assumed that she must have been the hostess. There were low murmurs as Jamie and Mark got out of heir robes. Jamie lived up to the popularity of the African American community donning huge tits and ass, and Mark was a well hung individual who looked already for action.

The two held hands before Mark pushed Jamie to the bed and immediately began flicking her clit. Jamie was not one of those quiet lovers. She immediately began screaming out loud, especially when Mark began fingering her wet pussy. Selma was impressed at how fast the girl got wet. Mark then began kissing Jamie softly, trailing kisses from her neck down her torso to her legs.

When he got to her erotic centre, he took her clit into his mouth making Jamie moan even louder than she had before. She gasped and moaned as she held his head in place, begging for more. When Mark finally stopped torturing her clit he pulled his weight up to her face and paused, his cock dangling in her face. Selma smiled and felt a rush as Jamie took Mark’s large cock inside her mouth. She ran her tongue along his length before once again taking him inside her mouth making him moan with pleasure.

Claire turned back to look at Selma and winked at her. She knew that Selma loved the scene just as much as she did. From the corner of her eyes, Selma saw Claire sneak a hand inside Don’s pants and begin rubbing him.

Meanwhile, Jamie was still struggling to take in Mark’s massive girth as the man held her tiny face in his hands. The expression on his face was enough to tell it all. It was evident that he would explode any time now. Suddenly, the room was filled with sounds of Mark’s groan as he tensed up and released his load deep into her mouth.

The crowd watched in awe as Jamie expertly took in each load down. When he finally withdrew from her mouth, she wiped the corners of her mouth using her fingers and smiled. Selma was impressed. Jamie had taken in each drop without fail. She suddenly felt a craving for cock.

Just when Selma thought it was over, Mark placed her back on the bed on her back and lifted her legs onto his shoulders. He entered slowly and kept his rhythm slow and sensual as she moaned her pleasure. He held her hands and began pounding her hard as she graduated from moaning to screaming. He looked at her in awe as she screamed out. Her sounds of pleasure seemed to fuel his stamina as he began going into her hard and brutal.

The men in the room looked at him in jealousy and the women all wanted a taste of this animal that seemed to fuck to no end. After a while, the room was filled with the sounds of his balls slamming against her ass. The room was suddenly filled with Jamie’s scream. Her orgasm must have been so powerful that it forced Mark’s hard cock right out of her pussy.

The room gasped as she squirt her cum all over Mark’s thigh and on the white linen. Her body seemed to convulse as he got back inside her. He only managed a few strokes before he also finished.

Selma and Ramon exchanged glances with Claire and Don. Moving to New York was definitely the best thing they had done.

Sex on a Train

by Evelyn Hunt

As the train started to fill up, Corey lifted his briefcase from the seat next to him. There was always the chance that no one would sit down. It did happen occasionally, but the early evening train was usually so crowded when it left the station that there wasn’t a space left unoccupied. Placing the briefcase on his knees, he rested his head back and closed his eyes.

It had been a tiring day at work and he wished they would just get on their way. As the departure time approached he thought he might end up sitting on his own, but just before the journey got under way he heard the creak of the empty seat as it took the weight of someone. A thigh touched against his as the person tried to get comfortable, but Corey just moved away and kept his eyes closed.

It was five minutes into the journey when he finally opened his eyes. He could feel the thigh pressing against his own again and took a quick look down. The short skirt sat halfway up the woman’s leg and put a little bare skin on show and suddenly Corey didn’t mind the touch.

A quick glance to his side showed the pretty face of a mature woman and her figure was definitely what could be called curvy. The blouse wasn’t too tight, but the woman’s breasts pushed out the front and it was an attractive sight. To be polite Corey pressed himself up against the window so that he could move away from the woman a little.

“Sorry,” she suddenly apologized. “These seats weren’t exactly built for larger women.”

Corey laughed. “No, I guess not,” he replied. He wanted to tell the woman she wasn’t large and looked like women should, but finally decided against it. Slowly but surely over the next couple of minutes the thigh was pressing against his leg again. It was difficult to tell if it was an accident or not, but the contact was certainly having an effect on him. He relaxed in his seat and his leg pressed harder against the woman’s thigh. She didn’t seem to mind though or at least made no protest.

“Had a long day?” he asked to try and get a conversation going.

The woman turned to look at him. “Kind of,” she replied. “Work was a little crazy for most of the day.”

Corey took in the pretty face of the woman as she spoke. The blonde hair was styled in a neat bob and it was set off by beautiful blue eyes. She looked to be in her mid forties and probably around twenty years older than him. Her most striking feature was her mouth, with the deep scarlet lipstick appearing to be professionally applied. The rest of her make up looked just as good and he suspected she worked in the beauty industry. “You must be tired then,” he went on with a smile. “What do you do?”

“I work in a health spa,” she replied.

“OK,” Corey said with a grin and this time didn’t hold back the compliment. “With a gorgeous face like yours, you must be the beauty stylist.”

“Flatterer,” the woman teased, but her laugh showed she didn’t mind the comment. “I can do a bit of everything to be honest. Massage, manicures, body and skin treatments, make up. How about you, what do you do?”

“Nothing quire as glamorous as you,” he replied. “I’m an engineer. I work in the office of a local contractor.”

“Oh…,” the woman continued to tease. “So you have brains as well as looks.”

“I see I’m not the only flatterer,” Corey replied and introduced himself.

“Sarah,” the woman replied and held out her hand.

Corey took it and when the woman flashed a pretty smile at him he sensed his desire growing. He’d never been with an older woman before, but the thought of it was suddenly growing in his mind. The touch on his thigh and the way the woman held his hand a little longer than necessary were a sign that she might be interested, but he cautioned himself to remain calm and just let things play out.

Sarah finally released his hand and placed it on her thigh. He could see how close it was to his leg and a shiver trickled down his neck. Staying calm wasn’t going to be easy as his fantasies came on stronger, but he tried to hold them back.

“Are you traveling far?” Sarah asked.

“I get off at Franklin,” Corey informed her.

“I’m the stop after that,” she replied. “We seem to be close neighbors.”

Corey was suddenly thinking how close he would like to get to the gorgeous woman sitting next to him and as images of kissing Sarah and more floated through his head his erection came to life. He wanted to cross his legs to try and hide the growing bulge, but decided not to draw attention to it. Within a matter of seconds he was fully erect.

“It’s nice to know I have such beautiful neighbors,” he said.

Sarah laughed. “Are you expecting flattery to get you anywhere,” she teased and her laugh got a little louder. She patted his thigh and he was aware of just how close her hand was to his erect cock.

Corey was suddenly spluttering to come up with a reply and Sarah’s amusement grew as she pulled her hand away. He wasn’t sure if she knew that he was sporting an erection for her, but suspected she wouldn’t mind in the least if she did. He looked out of the window to try and calm himself a little though and after a few minutes turned back.

“Do you travel on this train most days?” he asked.

Sarah shook her head. “Only occasionally,” she replied. “I usually finish work later. Today was crazy early on, but there were no late clients so I managed to get away.”

Corey was a little disappointed to hear that. He got the same train every evening and hoped that he would see more of Sarah. They sat and continued chatting and teasing as the journey progressed, but the train finally approached his stop.

“Well this is me,” he said.

“It was nice talking to you,” Sarah replied. She remained sitting, but shifted her legs into the aisle to let him get past.

Corey could still feel the erection pressing against the front of his pants and willed it away. He stood to move past and tried to close his jacket to hide the obvious bulge.

“See you again,” he said.

“I sure hope so,” Sarah said with a grin.

Corey felt a surge of excitement as the beautiful smile was flashed at him. As he left the train to make his way home his thoughts were all about making love with a mature woman. He finally tried to clear his mind to make his erection calm down. As he made his way to the train station the following evening after work it was back again stronger than ever.

“For fucks sake…,” he quietly chided himself. “Calm down.” He knew that the likelihood was that Sarah wouldn’t be on the train, but when he found two seats together he left his briefcase in place in the hopes that he could move it away when he saw her. He kept his eye on the platform to see if she turned up. There was no sign of her though and reluctantly he finally pulled his case away when a man asked if the seat was taken.

Two minutes later he was cursing his luck as he saw Sarah moving along the carriage in his direction. She smiled at him, but kept going and when he turned to look saw her sitting in an empty seat a few rows behind. As the train set off he hoped the man next to him would be making a short journey.

His luck was in as the man got up to leave as the train approached the second stop. He closed his eyes and hoped Sarah would make the move to sit beside him. His erection was quick to return when he heard the creak of the chair and felt the pressure of a thigh pressing on his own.

“Couldn’t keep my seat free,” she teased when he looked at her.

Corey shrugged his shoulders apologetically. “The man asked me to move my bag,” he said. “I could hardly tell him no.”

Sarah patted his thigh and leaned closer. “I hope it wasn’t him that gave you the erection,” she said quietly.

The flush of red spread across Corey’s cheeks and he could see the amusement on Sarah’s face. “You noticed that huh,” he said in an embarrassed tone.

“Difficult to miss,’ she said, keeping her voice low. She patted his thigh like she had the day before, but this time pushed a little higher and her fingers brushed across the bulge as she pulled her hand away. It seemed she was more than just a cheeky tease and Corey was suddenly wondering just how far she would go.

The train was too crowded for anything else to really happen though, but his erection remained for the duration of the journey. The teasing chat continued and Sarah’s hand continued to pat on his thigh occasionally and it was starting to drive him crazy. He was disappointed when he saw the familiar sights as the train approached his stop.

“This is me,” he said again as he stood. Sarah grinned as her gaze dropped to the bulge in his pants, but she said nothing. “Will I see you tomorrow?” he asked.

The grin remained on the older woman’s face as she shook her head. “Lots of clients at work tomorrow,” she said. “So I’ll more than likely be on the eight o’clock service. You should try it. It’s much easier to get a seat and by the time it gets here the train is almost empty.”

Corey sensed the surge of exhilaration. If he wasn’t mistaken he was getting an invitation to play and hopefully it would be more than just a touch on his thigh. “I might just do that,” he said with a grin as he moved past Sarah to the aisle. “See you soon.”

When he stepped off the train onto the platform he waited for it to move off and his pulse raced as he saw the beautiful smile being flashed in his direction. Things were moving quickly and from the initial touch of a thigh when Sarah sat beside him the day before, he was suddenly hoping that his first experience of making love with a mature woman would come the next day.

He made his way home and after having something to eat tried to concentrate on watching the television. It proved to be impossible though as his thoughts remained on what might happen with Sarah. He finally decided to try and get some sleep and thoughts of her stayed with him until he finally drifted off.

From the moment he arrived at his office the next morning work seemed to drag. His usual finishing time came and went and he tried to keep his focus on work to make the remainder of the day pass quickly. When the time finally hit fifteen minutes before eight he left and made the short walk to the station. There were less people around and when he moved to the correct platform to get on the train, he could see what Sarah meant about it being almost empty. There were plenty of seats to choose from and he finally dropped into one and kept an eye on the platform.

A few people got on, but there was no sign of the one person he hoped to see. Looking at the platform clock he saw there was still five minutes to go before the train left. As the time ticked down though, he started to wonder if she would show. It was almost time for the train to leave when he saw her hurrying onto the platform and getting on at the front of the train.

Corey’s desire was suddenly mounting at the thought that Sarah was walking through the train looking for him. The journey was already started by the time he saw her coming into view. His gaze locked on the pretty legs and worked higher until he was looking at her beautiful face. A grin formed on her lips when she saw him and she moved to drop in the seat next to him. The pressure of the thigh against his own brought his cock fully erect and his chest heaved a little.

“See what I meant about this train,” Sarah said.

Corey raised his head and looked around. There were a few other people in the carriage. “We’re not completely alone,” he said.

“Give it time,” she said with a laugh. “A lot of the carriages empty out long before we reach your station.”

Corey laughed. “Now what will we do to pass the time when we are all alone,” he said. He let out a rush of breath as the hand touched on his thigh and crept higher. This time it didn’t just brush against the bulge but pressed firmly on it.

“You sure got it bad for mature women,” Sarah teased. “What age are you?”

“Twenty four,” Corey replied.

“Wow…,” she went on. “Do you know that I am old enough to be your…”

“Pretty older friend,” Corey butted in and grinned.

“Uh huh,” she replied. “Well how about giving this friend a thrill and showing me.”

“Fuck…” His curse came out quietly in a rush of breath as the fingertips stroked along the outline of his erection. He pushed his hand down to the zipper of his pants and Sarah laughed as their fingers played together. It was an erotic moment and another rush of breath came out. “I can’t believe this,” he confessed.

Sarah laughed again. “Have you been with an, umm… older friend before?” she teased.

Corey shook his head. “No,” he answered. His fingers were still playing with Sarah’s and the way they were touching on his cock was bringing out his passion like never before.

“Nice,” she said. “I like that I’m your first. That’s so sexy.” She finally brushed his hand away and took hold of the zipper. It came down slowly and Corey tensed as she pushed her fingers inside his pants. The shiver at the top of his spine made him hunch his shoulders and he felt the sensation trickle down his back as Sarah’s fingers caressed on his erection through the thin material of his boxer shorts.

She sought out the gap and worked her fingers through it and suddenly let out a soft gasp as her touch found the naked cock. Her fingers wrapped around it and she squeezed hard.

“Tickets please.” The voice of the train inspector sounded as he stepped in the carriage. Corey expected the hand to pull away, but Sarah squeezed harder and held onto his cock. He could sense his nervousness rising as he turned his head a little and saw the man approaching. At the very last moment she pulled her hand out from the pants and was taking the ticket from her pocket as the inspector looked down at her.

The sweat prickled on Corey’s forehead. He’d dragged his jacket closed to hide the fact that the zipper of his pants was open, but the nerves still played on his mind.

“Ticket please,” the inspector said again.

“Oh yeah… sorry,” he said. He was suddenly flustered as he searched in the inside pocket of his jacket and finally pulled out the ticket to hand it across.

“Thanks,” the man said as he checked it and then handed it back.

Sarah sat demurely as the inspector walked off, but let out a soft giggle when he was out of earshot. “You seem a little flustered dear,” she teased as her hand patted Corey’s thigh. He was suddenly breathing heavily as her touch moved higher and found the open zipper again. Sarah was quickly wrapping her fingers around the erect cock again. She already knew that there was no one sitting close to them, but still looked around to make sure before pulling the cock out.

“Oh my…” she said as she got her first view of the erection. She watched as a drop of pre-cum formed at the little opening and then worked her hand higher on the shaft. Her fingertip played on the tip of the cock and the sticky liquid smeared on her skin.

Corey closed his eyes as he enjoyed the attention being lavished on his erection. The fingertip kept playing on the sensitive skin, but Sarah finally took a tighter grip and started to stroke her hand along the erect length. Her excitement mounted as she played and the craving to do more than just hold the erection in her hand came on strong. She gripped tightly as she leaned across to breathe in Corey’s ear.

“Have you ever fantasized about making love on a moving train,” she whispered.

Corey opened his eyes and grinned as he looked at her. “Not until a couple of days ago,” he said. “Now it’s all I can think about.”

“I’ve wanted to do it for so long,” Sarah whispered. “And now that I’ve met you I think my fantasy can become real.”

Corey glanced around. “How?” he asked. “The train might be nearly empty, but there are still people here. Are we going to put on a show for them?”

Sarah laughed. “Have you ever seen the first class compartments?”

Corey shook his head. “I’m not rich enough yet for that luxury.”

“Neither am I,” she went on. “But on this train a lot of them are empty. I’ve occasionally sat in one and haven’t been caught yet. They have curtains that can be closed and a lock on the door. It can be… very private.”

Corey cottoned on to what she was talking about. “So we would be all alone and in little danger of being disturbed,” he said.

Sarah nodded her head. “Unless the inspector decides to investigate who is inside. But he went that way.” She pointed in the direction that the inspector walked. “And the first class carriages are that way.” She pointed in the opposite direction.

The flash of exhilaration rushed through Corey’s body. He dragged the hand away from his erection and pushed it back in his pants. His fingers fumbled with the zipper as he tried to get it back up and his urgency was obvious.

Sarah grinned as she saw his eagerness and the thought that he was getting so excited at the chance of being with her was a turn on. When the zipper was closed she stood up. She moved quickly along the aisle and when she glanced over her shoulder could see that Corey was following.

Arriving at the first class compartments she saw that the very first one was empty. Stepping inside, she moved to close the curtains and when she turned back, Corey was closing and locking the door. He pulled the curtain across the door window to block the view and shuddered at the touch on his butt.

He spun around and they embraced tightly. Their lips came together roughly as the pent up emotion of the last couple of days spilled over to a passionate kiss. Sarah pressed forward and shuddered as the rampant erection was trapped between them.

As she rubbed herself against the hardness her tongue dipped in and out of Corey’s mouth. His tongue came forward to meet it and the erotic moment stretched out. A soft gasp escaped the older woman’s lips when the kiss finally broke.

“I want this so bad,” she gasped as she pulled Corey’s head to her neck. The touch of his lips on the sensitive skin sent a shiver down her spine and she couldn’t hold back the groan. His hands were suddenly fumbling with the buttons of her blouse as he worked kisses lower. As each button loosened more of her naked skin was exposed and the eager kisses explored every inch of it.

Sarah let out a gasp as the touch moved onto her bra. Another shiver wracked her body as Corey grasped at the silky material and pulled it lower. Suddenly his kisses were touching on the soft curves and when the nipple was exposed he went straight for it.

He brushed his lips back and forth over the little bud and could feel how hard it already was. His tongue flicked out and he rasped it across the erect nipple to make Sarah groan. She reached for the back of his neck to pull him onto her breast and suddenly he was trapped against the soft skin.

Corey took the nipple between his lips and sucked on it. His erection was throbbing hard as his exhilaration mounted and the loud groans of Sarah spurred him on. He teased his tongue around the little bud to send pleasure rushing through it and needed to pull back forcefully when he finally wanted to free himself.

“Keep going,” urged Sarah.

Corey reached for the other bra cup and dragged it down to expose the naked breast below. He gripped the nipple and held it tightly between thumb and forefinger as he leaned in to press his tongue against it. Sarah’s hand was at the back of his neck again and he let her pull him onto her until his lips were pressed on her soft skin. He dragged his hand away and gripped the nipple between his teeth.

“Oh yes…,” she groaned as the slight pain mixed with the incredible pleasure to make her body shudder violently. The rough touch on her breast was driving her crazy and the shudders kept wracking her body as Corey played with her nipple. When he finally backed off she dragged him up to kiss him and grinned when their lips parted. She stroked a finger on his mouth to wipe away the red of the lipstick and showed him.

“I think it would look better somewhere else,” he teased.

“Naughty boy,” she shot back, but she knew what her young lover wanted and decided to give it to him. Moving to sit on a seat she dragged him to stand in front of her. The touch of her fingers caressed along the outline of the erection and she could feel it twitching as she played. Her fingers reached for the zipper to pull it down and Corey expected her to put her hand through the gap again.

Instead she worked the button loose and yanked the pants down. The underwear followed quickly to leave him completely exposed and he groaned as the fingers squeezed around his solid length.

“You get so hard for me dear,” Sarah teased as she looked up to catch Corey’s gaze. She kept her eyes on him as she stroked her fingers along the stiff shaft. When he threw back his head she dropped her gaze again to watch what she was doing. Leaning forward she kissed on the head of the cock and when she moved back saw the slight red of her lipstick staining the skin.

Her fingers moved to play over the mark and she wanted more. When she leaned forward again she took the erection in her mouth and let her lips slide down it. She clamped tightly around the thickness and when she pulled up saw the bright red lipstick ring left on the skin.

“Oh fuck…,” gasped Corey as he looked down. Sarah’s fingertips were stroking over the mark and the pleasure was rushing through him. He sensed the slowing of the train and realized they were coming to a station. He expected Sarah to stop, but as the train came to a halt she sucked the cock back in her mouth. Her lips stroked along it and the risk of being caught seemed to turn her on even more.

A few people got on and Corey could hear them passing by the door. He wanted to groan as the lips pushed towards his balls and suddenly he was acutely aware of the tip of his cock stroking on the soft skin at the back of Sarah’s mouth. She held on the erection until the train got moving again and laughed as she saw Corey biting his lip.

“Trying to keep the noise in?” she teased.

“You’re a bad woman,” he replied.

“I know,” Sarah went on. ‘Don’t you just love it?”

Corey laughed, but the sound died away as his lover’s mouth caressed around the head of his cock again. Sarah teased her tongue on the sensitive skin and heard the sound of the groans. She worked lower on the erection and started to bob her head again.

Her lips rasped along the hardness as her excitement mounted and she could feel the wetness staining her panties. She kept up the pressure on Corey as her head continued to bob, but she finally backed off before she pushed him too far. Leaning back she pushed her hips forward until her butt was perched right on the edge of the seat.

It was obvious what she wanted and Corey dropped to his knees. He grabbed at the hem of the skirt and Sarah lifted her butt to let him pull it higher. Her panties were suddenly exposed and as she parted her legs the damp stain on the blue material was all too obvious.

Corey ducked down to kiss it straight away and the taste of pussy flooded his mouth. He was suddenly gasping for breath as he grabbed at the panties to get them out of the way. The beautiful shaved pussy was exposed to him and he leaned forward to kiss it.

Sarah groaned as the eager tongue opened her up. She grabbed at Corey’s hair to pull him forward and her ass bucked up from the seat as the touch pushed in her wet hole. She couldn’t hold back the soft gasps as the tongue played around inside her. Corey lapped at the slick pussy walls as he burrowed in deep until his lips were pressed on the smooth, shaved skin.

He worked frantically to make Sarah feel good and the sound of the pants and groans were a sign that she was enjoying his touch. When he pulled back to catch his breath, his fingers played on the smooth skin. Sarah pushed forward to get more and let out a squeal as Corey’s fingers found her clit.

The breath was suddenly rasping from her as she squirmed around. The brushing sensation of the fingertips gliding over her clit was quickly driving her wild and she urged Corey to put his tongue back inside. He leaned down to give her what she wanted and kept his fingers touching on the erect bud as he teased his tongue around her wet entrance and then pushed back inside.

Sarah squirmed around all the more frantically as she was licked out. She was almost crying out as the pleasure swept through her body and it was her turn to bite on her lip to try and keep the noise in. Grabbing at Corey’s head she dragged him up and looked in his eyes.

“Fuck me…,” she whispered and the breath rushed from her as he quickly got up and dragged her to her feet. He spun her around and pushed her forward so that she needed to rest her hands on the seat. Sarah gasped as the skirt was pulled up around her waist and the panties dragged further down her thighs. The touch of the erection on the soft skin of her ass cheeks brought out a groan. Corey pressed forward and the rattling of the carriage as the train sped along made them sway together. He could feel his cock settling into Sarah’s butt crease and was suddenly in thrall to his touch on the soft skin.

Bringing his hands to the rounded cheeks he teased his fingertips all over them. Sarah pushed back at him and groaned as the underside of the cock pressed harder against her. The tension grew as the moment of penetration came closer and Corey was suddenly desperate for wet pussy wrapped around his stiff shaft.

He grabbed his cock around the base and pushed it lower until it slipped between Sarah’s thighs and stroked on her slick pussy lips. She closed her thighs to trap it against her pussy and Corey threw his head back. When the pressure eased a little he worked the tip of his cock to the wet opening. Both were holding their breath as he pushed forward.

The head of the shaft split the wet pussy lips open and Sarah was the first to let out a rush of breath as the erection slipped inside. Corey was quick to follow as she pushed back and suddenly he was buried to the hilt in the softness. He worked his hands from the rounded cheeks to the curvy hips and took hold tightly to pull himself forward. His body was pressed tightly against Sarah and they continued to sway together under the motion of the train.

Corey wanted more and his grip tightened as he began to make love with a gorgeous mature woman for the first time in his life. He closed his eyes as his erection stroked in and out of the soft warmth. His movements were slow as he enjoyed his cock rubbing on the soft pussy walls and it was Sarah that sped things up as she started to push herself back to meet the thrusts.

She balanced herself on one hand so that she could touch on her clit and the breath rasped from her again as she was suddenly lost in her fantasy of making love on a train. She stroked her fingers furiously on her erect clit as she urged Corey on to fuck her. His thrusts became rougher as the excitement of the moment grabbed him and their naked skin was quickly slapping together noisily.

Sarah could sense the orgasm rushing up on her and worked her clit even harder to bring it on. She threw herself back at the eager thrusts of her young lover and the stiff shaft rammed deep each time they came together. She was swept up in the pleasure until there was finally no holding back the moment of ecstasy. Her body tensed for just an instant as the build up came to an end and the orgasm suddenly burst to life.

Sarah’s loud moan filled the carriage as the pure bliss of the sex carried her on a ride to a shattering high. The spasms of her pussy walls took her breath away and more moans escaped her lips as Corey fucked in deep. Her pussy rippled around the hardness and the ecstasy kept growing until the peak of the climax ripped through her and left her completely breathless.

As the orgasm shook her body she urged Corey to give her everything. He was suddenly thrusting at her with an eagerness that she loved and she pushed back against him. His erection was stroking in and out with increasing ferocity as he worked to join her in orgasm.

The climax was suddenly on him and the tingle in his balls made them tighten up against his body. He let out a groan as the thrill of the release took hold and the cum was suddenly gushing powerfully from him. The release of each stream made his body convulse and Sarah winced as his fingers dug deeply in the soft flesh of her hips.

Corey pressed forward as the climax continued and the thick white spurted from him as the pleasure wracked his body. His shudders slowly died down as the sex came to an end and he leaned forward to nuzzle Sarah’s neck as they tried to recover.

“We better get out of here,” she finally said and they worked to straighten their clothes.

Corey looked out of the window. “I think we missed a few stops in the heat of the moment,” he said with a laugh.

He turned as Sarah opened the door and she was quick to make her way to the nearest restroom. She still appeared a little disheveled when she came back out and Corey liked the look. He moved to kiss her and their lips broke apart as they sensed the slowing of the train. When it finally came to a stop they stepped onto the platform and looked around.

“Train home or taxi?” said Sarah with a laugh as they realized they’d missed their stations.

“Taxi, my treat,” said Corey and they headed off to find one at the front of the station. “See you tomorrow,” he said when they finally reached her home.

“Sure,” she said with a grin. “I’ll be on the eight o’clock train again.

He waved at her as the taxi moved off to take him home. Resting his head on the seat back he closed his eyes to relive the fun of the last couple of hours. By the time he reached his house he was already looking forward to the following day.

He suspected Sarah wouldn’t be able to resist the temptation of sex on a train again and a smile crossed his face at the thought of the fun that might come his way when they met.

Love Undercover

by Nicole Bright

The storm rattled the windows while Vic shuffled to shut them one by one. Wilhemina asked that he leave one opened just a bit. Vic flopped down on the bearskin rug, spooning her in the upstairs lounge. He yawned sensuously as he stretched out beside her.

“You going to be at it much longer?” he said. Vic reached down and unhooked his leather chaps. Vic’s short, muscled body was a stark contrast to Wilhemina’s pale, frail one. A sign she was maybe on the run, she reflected.

Vic had a show in another couple of hours. Wilhemina envied him. She thought about how differently her life would have been if she had lived her dream. She had tried. After she tidied a few things, Wilhemina would begin to recreate the past she’d left behind… That was how it was when your world was murder…

“Tying up some ends,” Wilhemina said.

She’d met the long-haired rocker in Philly. Wilhemina had picked up a duffle from a thrift shop and struck Vic with the bag while she was on her way out the door.

“That’s my meat and veg, lady,” Vic smiled.

“And a big one too,” Wilhemina had complimented.

She was about to cop a cup of coffee at the corner Internet café when Vic happened in. He smiled and she returned the gesture, prepared for the usual. Wilhemina had a timeless beauty. Not by any standards that she went by, but society’s filters singled her type as a “hottie.”

Raven-haired, statuesque and put together like an Amazonian brick house, she felled whistles and remarks regularly. She was even pegged as a ringer for Princess Diana of Paradise Island… Which she figured she’d stop trying to deny… Her last name was Prince. Why not act the part and own it? Oren Victor had walked up to the café bar and ponied-up five Ones and a key to a Harley — Wilhemina knew a set of keys from a Hog when she saw them — which he put on top of the bill.

“Five bucks says you want a warm bed and a hot shower right about now,” the biker-impressionist said.

“I’d kill for it,” Wilhemina said.

“I got a bike outside,” he said.

“What’s in for me?” Wilhemina asked him.

“A deep massage,” ‘Vic’ had answered. “And I’m not even Swede.”

That got her moist. “You hit all the right places?” she asked. “’Mina,’” Wilhemina said eyeing him.

“Beauty and attitude…” the guy smiled. “I’ll get you off the streets,” he said.

“I’m not that hard up,” Wilhemina said.

She glanced to her side and saw the biker-impersonator had left the café. He had jumped on his cycle. After he lit a cigarette and looked up, who he wanted to see was right at his side.

“’Wilhemina’ I take it, is your whole name? he said.

“It’s quite a mouthful, isn’t it?” she noted.

“Maybe,” he said.

Wilhemina swung a long leg behind the guy. Her rump settled neatly as she clasped her hands around his hips. “You’re one helluva lay… Aren’t you?” she said.

“How many men have fallen at your side ‘Amazon’?” he said.

“Careful. I might be an axe murderer,” she predicted.

“Of course you are.”

“What’s one more?” Mina had said.

The guy smiled a slow, heated grin.

***

Damn it if the rocker hadn’t told the truth. He was light years ahead from the lies Mina had told. Oren “Vic” Victor had her juices tapped and primed, and ready to flow. He had her corked on his tumescent erection, which was about as thick as his wrist. Mina checked her stomach in the floor-length mirror. She could see herself lulled to and fro by Vic’s hands in his immaculately decorated Rock Star crib.

Posters and concert photographs were framed in what must have been gold, and they lined the entire space. Vic had asked she strip off all her clothes and leave her heels on. Pretty cocky of him to presume she would, but he let his dick do all his talking, she discovered. Vic showed her a generous selection of women’s shoes following many a gratuitous shag of far too many babes to recount. She had no problem being the notch he poked on his belt next. A shag was significantly more appealing than being pursued by the police…

***

Wilhemina stepped off the transit line and crossed to the thrift shop. The little woman at the counter brightened when Wilhemina approached. “Hi, remember something else you like?” she asked.

“Hello. You’ve seen me before,” Wilhemina said.

“Day before yesterday. You got a bit of sun since?” she said.

“Yes…” Wilhemina answered. “Was I in here alone?

“Don’t know. We have some new things. Arrived this morning… Would you like to see any of them? the woman said.

“Have anything like I bought last the time?” Wilhemina asked.

Where the suspect was, Wilhemina wasn’t. But where she was now, so was Wilhemina. She had almost been tracked three weeks back — almost. And now Wilhemina found her trail again…

***

Things went south over a year ago when she had stopped at a fast food eatery. She had fielded an altercation with a bimbo who had dropped her clutch. The girl told Wilhemina to watch her step and they both knelt to grab their items when she and Wilhemina thwacked heads. Wilhemina lifted a brow then pushed her ID to the big-breasted girl. They exchanged a glance. The younger girl caught on pretty quickly and realized the opportunity: she and Wilhemina looked similarly identical — Wilhemina having a good five years on the girl.

The girl put her hand over Wilhemina’s license. Wilhemina picked up the girl’s ID. When they stood the girl grabbed Wilhemina’s arm. Wilhemina spun around and the collegiate slipped another card into Wilhemina’s hand. She stepped back to exit the diner and mouthed “Thank you” before she plowed out the door.

Wilhemina had put the card in her jacket and made beeline for the john when a lady cop intercepted.

“What’s in your pocket?” she questioned and Wilhemina handed over the laminated rectangle. “This you?” the cop asked.

“Leigh ‘Mina’ Marley,” Wilhemina answered. “3-4-6 Valley Circle, University Drive,” she finished.

Wilhemina had to do a double take. If she believed Leigh ‘Mina’ Marley and her were look-alikes, then the officer standing in front of her was her doppelganger. Leigh and Wilhemina may have resembled the other, but this woman was one for real — a ‘dead ringer.’ The cop looked her over. She handed back the University identification card. “Greener pastures… right?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Wilhemina answered as ‘Mina.’

Wilhemina had glanced at the school ID before the cop found her. Outside she watched as the police woman drove by. The cop drove by the girl looked across to Wilhemina. The girl nodded. Wilhemina copycatted her.

“Seems we both dodged the bullet today,” Wilhemina said under her breath.

Her plan to protect the girl’s past had worked, separately from her boss’s P.I.’s plans… Because she‘d already uncovered he had a line to organized crime… She’d had enough with crime, alleged murder, crime and personal unfinished police drama. Then the attacks in the city began…

***

Mina turned her attention from her reflection to Vic. The feelings he stirred in her intensified the closer he edged near her pussy. Vic worked his tongue inside her, attempting to hum her deftly.

“Mmmm, hell, you taste good,” Vic murmured. “Let me at that lotus, feed me your nectar baby,” he moaned.

Mina pushed back into his hands that cupped her fanny. She was tall and her Amazonian height gave her legs for days. Mina raised her thighs and let her ankles lock around Vic’s head. That made him even more agile. He was ready to throw a fuck into her so pleasing and satisfying it would make her cry.

He did.

“You like that baby…” Vic mumbled, licking her pussy lips.

Usually Mina used men for sex. They were fine enough while they were in bed, but this one…

“Mmm,” Mina moaned. Vic had pulled the two of them to their sides.

Vic eased Mina back and parted her legs. He lifted a leg over his shoulder and leered, hungry to slurp Mina’s pussy juices. He dipped his scratchy tongue from her hole to her clitoris and bit down. He understood a woman… Mina cried out loud.

Vic lifted her leg higher and pushed his chin against Mina’s cleft. He ate her and nibbled her nub feeling tiny trickles of honey leak down her thigh. Vic sucked the juices down and gnawed at her cunt, eating her out more.

“Come on, baby, give me what you got,” Vic said. “Give me all that cunny,” he groaned.

Vic rose up on his elbows and placed his palms around Mina’s cunt lips. He formed the shape of an Ace and he opened Mina gently. Her core popped apart and winked, driving Vic into hard male heat. He shoved his nose and tongue right down Mina’s middle. Her eyes flew open when she felt the vibrations of tongue fucking inside. She was exposed thoroughly. Little wisps of joy escaped from her while her sex-crazed rocker ate her on his second course. She quivered as he talked right up into her cunt.

“Baby, you pussy is so wet. So tight and precious,” he moaned. “Let go and give me all that delightful sugar…”

Mina threw her head back before Vic could swallow. She bucked and her pussy clenched as she clamped down on Vic’s face. Then her inner depths released. Spurts of warm vaginal nectar sluiced around his chin and shot up over his face. Mina doused him with deluge after deluge of delectable Amazon come. He fought to capture and swallowed more of the fragrant juices only a demi-goddess could create. After several waves of orgasm, Mina finally released her hold on Vic.

Vic ran his fingers threw his rocker-long hair. It was damp from Mina’s multiple orgasms. He smiled; joyous he was the lucky bastard that got the ambrosia of the gods.

Mina rolled him onto his back. She pushed his arms over his head and dropped her breasts to his chin. He suckled on them like a baby. Mina pressed her buttocks to his erection and rubbed against him. Vic dropped his head to the rug happily defenseless. Mina rubbed her pussy up and down Vic’s shaft, looked at him and kissed his eyelids. She kissed his nose, his chin, his nipples, down to his navel.

Vic hissed. “Ooh, baby. Slip you tongue in and out of me. Like that,” he said.

Vic tried to get up but Mina overpowered him. She told him to wait. “Don’t come. I have something for you,” she said.

“What is it? Tell me,” Vic begged.

“I’m going to set you free,” Mina said…

***

Detective Nate Jericho looked down the ravine. The ground around it was scorched. The smell of what was inside the car was reeled of stench. He paced the scene. Officers and state patrol chalk-marked tire treads and taped off the far end of the highway. Nate stopped at one spot of the ground. One forensics jockey ran to the brush to empty his stomach. Nate shook his head. He recognized the M.O. He turned to a patrol officer and handed him a card.

“Is it her?” the patrol officer asked.

“Forensics will tell us. If there’s anything left to talk about,” Nate said.

Fed up with empty leads, Nate drove back to the city. He stopped at an all-night bistro when his phone signaled a text had come in. He knew who was behind the string of attacks that peppered the stateside. He knew the driver of the car. There wasn’t any proof corroborating another suspect. He knew who would be blamed too…

He ordered his usual and called up the message. Forensics had made an ID. Lights dimmed in the bistro several times before thrumming back to life. Nate looked at his convertible wishing he could hop in and drive away… anywhere… The destination didn’t matter; because the journey was set up to become someone’s destiny. The last ever seen… Nate took out his wallet to pay for the drink and saw the strip of pictures snapped when he had been at the Boardwalk.

***

How long was it since he and Wilhemina met? One year… Two? She was playing a game of sharpshooter when he heard her bubbly laugh. He came around to see who everybody was gamming and hawing about and shoved his way to find the most stunningly woman he’d ever seen. She was gorgeously tall and heavenly stacked. He kept thinking she could have been a goddess from another time…

When the beauty asked for a challenger he leapt up to the mini-range before anyone else could step. He was Alpha-male and the lady he was about to take on knew it. He gave his best and so did she and they wound up hovering around the Boardwalk for hours. The lady seemed to find everything about him interesting. He wanted to know everything about her.

“I’m better than you,” he said taking her hand in his.

“You dream big,” his goddess said. “You know we tied,” she laughed.

He laughed too and when he drew her in for a kiss, everything and everyone around them faded. There was just the two of them.

“I don’t belong here,” the beauty told Nate.

“Where do you belong?” Nate asked.

“With you,” she said after a long pause.

“You feel it? This pull between us?” Nate said. “It’s like an electric thrum I never knew was possible.”

“I know. I feel it too,” the beauty said.

They walked along the beach after Nate had dragged the lady to take photos. He pulled her onto his lap and the two of them made faces until they laughed with tears. Nate tore a section of the photo strip and gave the photos to his beauty. When he saw the mist tint her eyes, he did it. They kissed. He wanted her and he told her his intentions. She turned to stare at the ocean. “All right,” she finally said. “Out there,” she nodded to an outcrop of rocks several miles from the shore.

Nate told her they couldn’t. They needed permission from the law.

“You’re the law,” the lady said. She had smiled at Nate’s reaction. “No one makes every target at a game like sharpshooting unless it’s a hobby or they have trained with firearms,” she said.

“What made you think I’m someone who holds firearms?” Nate prodded.

That was when he saw the lady gaze down at his hip. He looked back up at her almost as fast. “Don’t say it,” he begged.

“Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” the beauty said, going for it.

Nate was taken, hook, line and mystery woman. And he’d arranged for a hydrofoil to take them to the embankment off the coast, but they never made it…

Nate rubbed a hand over his forehead. He looked up and nearly bumped over the bar chair. The rain had picked up. He was two for zero. No leads, only one suspect.

And he’d left the convertible roof cover down.

“Shit,” Nate grumbled.

***

The paper reported the rock concert was the biggest attraction of the century. Wilhemina read it was nothing short of Heavy Metal reborn. She scoured the Personals: nothing. She skimmed the rest of the headlines and pages — and jostled the paper back to the second page.

She read the headline below the concert column in cold, uncaring print: “Vocalist Oren Victor of the Band ‘Heavy Friction’ Dead at 32.” Wilhemina reread the story. Slowly she looked around and back while standing near the newsstand. The last time she had felt this lost was during another storm… with the love of her life. She folded the paper and headed to the park, hoping there were few people and a strong Wi-Fi signal.

***

“And that is all that was upstairs?” Nate questioned.

“Yeah. The maid had already cleaned up. Really nice, nothing to trace,” the policeman answered. “Kind of bad, huh?”

“Pardon?” Nate said.

“All that sex, money, and fame and you can’t take it with you,” the policeman said.

“Right,” Nate answered.

Nate checked Oren Victor’s laptop. “This been looked at?” he asked.

“Nothing was tampered with. The place is spotless,” the policeman noted.

Nate grabbed the laptop. “May I?” he said.

“Not if nobody sees you,” the cop smiled.

“Thanks Egan, I’ll owe you,” Nate smiled.

“Nah. Get me that Patron I told you about and we’re good,” the cop said.

Nate nodded.

Hours later he had the ISP and protocols sourced. Nate called in the findings and turned them over to the field. He had a murder to place.

***

Mina let her legs stay open. The man in front of her snarled. He was full-pissed and eager to shag. He had Mina pinned against the concrete wall.

“I let you use my phone.” You used my phone to surf the Net,” he said, legs wobbly.

“True,” Mina said.

“You said you were calling a friend,” he burbled.

“No, you opened the browser on your phone for me,” Mina said. “I asked if your phone made a Hot Spot connection… Remember?”

The man wobbled side to side. He hiked his pants up, his breath foul. Then he frowned. “You- you didn’t even tell me your name,” he pouted.

“Leigh ‘Mina’ Marley, but its ‘Wilhemina’ to you,” Mina said.

The man thought about it best he could. “Aww, yeah… That’s right…” he agreed. “Listen. Why don’t you give me a little something-something, and I’ll let you use all the phone you want. What do you say to that,” the inebriated yuppie warbled.

“Or I could just kill you,” Mina said.

The man laughed, then hit the ground.

***

The rain sluiced from trickle to downpour. She had to sidestep more than a wake of puddles or two to find a place to lie. She finally found a coffee house a block away from the park. She ducked her head under the sign advertising Internet service and hurried inside. Cold and uncomfortably sticky, she pried off the overcoat she’d borrowed from somebody who would no longer need it. She hunched in a booth and tried to block the memory of the man’s pallid face, the life drained from him.

She was grateful when the proprietor of the coffee house set a cup and saucer down and topped it with a delicious smelling ground roast. She lifted a hand to stop him but the man poured the rich Brazilian liquid to the brim.

“Sir-, I don’t-“ she started.

The man cut her off. “At this hour of night, we serve our guests free,” the coffee shop owner said. He pointed to a sign over a novelty jukebox stating the same. Wilhemina smiled, weary. The coffee shop owner leaned forward.

“Anything you want, it’s on the house,” he said.

Hair stringy, clothes too big a fit, Wilhemina knew she must look a fright. She ran a hand through her hair and it tangled when it struck her ring.

“Thank you,” Wilhemina said to the man.

“I’ve been there,” he said with a wink.

Wilhemina let the sorrow flood in. It washed over her and sank into an ache in her heart. She had set out to find the woman who had started the morbid chain of death and circumstance. The only way she could do was to hide under the radar and live deep undercover.

The coffee shop owner sat a plate of steaming bacon, scrambled eggs, and toast, topped off with another round of dark brew. Wilhemina looked up at him again, thankful. The man floored her with the sweetest smile.

Like another man she’d met had…

***

He was close. Damn close.

Nate had trailed the data down to Chicago. There was no question the body that struck into the ravine was Leigh Marley. After Wilhemina had confided in him she had a past, he had understood the sadness that sometimes flickered behind her eyes. She always smiled — God, he loved her for that — but her eyes were more cornflower than just blue. A blue he wanted to fall into for the rest of his life.

She had told him she worked as an assistant to an investigator in Philadelphia. Her prowess with paperwork and undeniable athleticism won her assignments no one else could close. Before the two of them met she had helped a girl escape an abusive relationship. The girl matriculated at the prominent university and Wilhemina was sure she had secured the girl’s chance to live her life anew.

Wilhemina didn’t establish a new identity for her. That much was clear. The records from three precincts and stations across three counties pulled up zip with any noticeable changes in Leigh Marley’s routine. His fed contact confirmed the same. Except when she dropped enrollment and about the same frame of time ‘Leigh’ had begun making purchases and renting a small motel room not far from Chicago. Nate realized Wilhemina was Leigh.

Except Leigh Mina Marley was now six feet under, and Nate didn’t give a crap load what the theorists said about Quarks. In his world, no two objects could occupy the same space, and he didn’t give a screw about parallel dimensions. Someone had taken care of Leigh and anyone she was connected to after being helped by Wilhemina.

Nate pulled around to a garage a block from the coffee house. He’d called in his badge at the precinct before leaving for Chicago. If he was right, Wilhemina wasn’t Mina, which meant she was in for the heroic fight of her life.

There was so much he wanted to tell her, share with her. And they had a date to keep he wasn’t about to let her get out from under…

***

“Take it, take it all,” the coffee house owner said.

He stared down the barrel of a gun and glanced at Wilhemina.

“I don’t need your frickin’ money. Don’t look this way. I told you!” the attacker whined.

The man looked down at the gun.

“Much better,” she said. “You,” she nodded to Wilhemina. “Get up.”

Wilhemina looked at the coffee house owner. They would have made great old acquaintances any another time. They shared a glance.

“I said, get up!” the woman screamed.

Wilhemina tried to hit the send button at the PC at the Internet station. The woman spun her around. “Out,” she said.

Wilhemina nodded at the shop owner and blinked two times. The man saw her point two fingers at the computer. The man looked back at Wilhemina and blinked twice. Good, Wilhemina thought. He got the message.

The woman shoved her outside into the pelting rain. It was icy but Wilhemina saw it as a sign, a comfort of a kind that said everything would be all right. She hadn’t eaten for days except for the kindness of the coffee shop proprietor and everything she had done to protect Leigh Marley, Oren Victor and the people in Leigh’s trajectory looked like it had all been done for nothing. She scoffed. Fine P.I. Indeed. She’d never make in the field, she realized.

“What are you snickering at?” the woman said. Her gun was trained on Wilhemina. Funny how everyone she seemed to come into contact with had a troubled past or knew how to wield a firearm, she thought.

The woman pushed Wilhemina taking her to the park. She shoved Wilhemina under the bridge. The rain made seeing anything except what was right in front either of them hopeless. The angry woman aimed at Wilhemina’s throat.

“So what..? No final request?” Wilhemina managed over the clacks of rain.

“Greener pastures,” the female officer from the eatery in Philly sneered.

***

The coffee house owner’s expression drummed fear in Nate’s heart. He tore into the shop asking for information and the man took him to the PC. He gave the description of two women to Nate and tapped the space bar on the computer keyboard. Nate read the sentence on a text file left on the desktop background…

“I’m sorry. It wasn’t me. — W.P.”

The coffee house wrung his hands. “What’s it mean?” he said.

Nate backpedaled to the front door. “Call the police. Give them this,” Nate said tossing his license to him.

The man looked at the swinging door. “But what does it mean?” he yelled out.

Nate ran through the rain, searching. His training didn’t disappoint. He made out the park and tore toward it at breakneck speed. He saw the bridge and two figures beneath and leapt a Bogart. He had one chance, more than the suspect would have when he was through.

***

“Don’t look at me like that… with your sanctimonious air, Cover Girl. You think you’re highfalutin and special, don’t you?” the female cop said.

Wilhemina had her eyes on the gun.

“Don’t you?” the cop repeated.

Wilhemina was still.

“Answer me!” the cop said.

“She can’t-“ Nate yelled. “She is a bit distracted,” he said.

Nate’s gun was poised straight at her. “It’s over Luz,” he said.

Officer Luz Gerald turned the gun into a standoff.

“No… I kill her and then, I kill you!” Luz said.

“Nate?” Wilhemina said. She could barely see through the darkness under the bridge and the pounding rain made hearing that much more difficult.

“Shut up,” Luz instructed Wilhemina.

“Wilhemina, you okay?” Nate called out.

“Shut your hole!” Luz yelled. “This is how it’s going to go. Her first,” Luz nodded to Wilhemina. “You last,” she finished.

“No! It’s me you want,” Nate yelled.

“I did,” Officer Luz said. She turned her gun off Wilhemina then she closed in on Nate, slowly.

“We can talk about it,” Nate said.

“You kidding me? Talk?” “I spent an eternity being everything for you. The conversations, the meetings in secret… I just knew what we had was Paradise. But then you got on the down low. Didn’t you?

“No, Luz,” Nate said.

“Didn’t you! I should have seen it coming. But I see you now…” Luz snapped.

“Why?” Wilhemina shouted.

“What, you haven’t figured it out? Investigator ‘Prince’,” Luz mocked. “I knew about you the minute Nate left,” she said.

“What, you don’t think all us cops have resources?” she said watching Nate’s aim waver. “Yeah, I knew. I knew all about the sharpshooting… and the ‘boardwalk,’” Luz added.

“It wasn’t long before I had a line on Miss Pretty here- Don’t you move!” she told Wilhemina. “One more step and you’ll be who I put down first.”

“And you-“ Luz told Nate. “Your pompous, righteous, bull-friggin’ indignation about how you could only give your heart to the right woman…”

Nate tried to work himself in-between Luz and Wilhemina. “I didn’t mean any of this to happen. That’s the truth,” Nate said.

Luz laughed. It was shrill and devoid of any heart. “I set you up. Both of you! I tracked your cell calls,” Luz told Nate.

“I had your friggin’ location zapped… and that ring?” Luz said to Wilhemina.

“The ring he gave you,” Luz began. “I chose that. We had been looking at rings and then I learned he’d found one for you,” Luz told Wilhemina.

“You didn’t know I found about that, huh? Did you! Luz screamed at Nate.

“Luz, I am so sorry-” Nate began.

“Bullshit!” “I loved you,” she said. “And you stomped it. You stomped us and me right into the ground.”

“But I had a plan,” Luz added. “And I knew just how to get rid, of you,” she told Wilhemina.

“By pretending you were me,” Wilhemina said.

“Like you didn’t already? You frickin’ detectives. Always thinking you got the upper hand,” Luz said. “Duh! Yeah, I set you up. I tracked down Leigh Marley and that was easy. Finding out who you were trying to protect and safeguard after learning Marley was a politician’s whore and a snuff addict, that took a little more planning,” she beamed.

“I started with Leigh, then a few others, after I made you when you copped the switch with your identities. That’s right,” Luz said, finger over the trigger.

“I hacked you, dressed like you, became you and voilá — the hits looked like they were made by you,” Luz smiled. She looked at Nate. “Payback truly is a bitch.”

“Did you get all that?” Nate shouted at the top of his lungs.

“Copy that,” a tinny voice echoed from someplace.

“Sonofabitch-“ Luz fired.

“Wilhemina!” Nate screamed.

***

It rained two more weeks before sunlight broke the sky. The seaboard was peppered with sand dunes draped with sea kelp. Wilhemina bounced onto the bench and grabbed hold of her side just as quickly. Nate steadied her.

He captured Wilhemina in his arms and gazed at her. He was amazed she’d captured his heart and somehow managed to fill up all the lonely places. She leaned into him, and he brimmed with joy. She’d had him in the crosshairs of love from the very start. Nate looked at the song of his heart and then he frowned.

“What are you thinking,” he sang out loud.

“Oh, a little question here. A little thought there,” Wilhemina said.

Hell. The woman knew how to apply the screws to him, Nate discovered. He had better get on with things, before she decided she would be better off with someone else, he thought. Nate planned to be hers, solely.

“Whatever it is, my answer is yes,” he acquiesced.

The light of his soul smiled and the reaction felt a little too easy. He knew he was in for it.

“So, you and Officer Gerard were an item,” Wilhemina said.

“Truth,” Nate said.

Wilhemina looked at the worn plank floor below them. She could hear the roar of the waves as they licked the jagged shore below.

“And this?” Wilhemina picked a place in the sun and tilted her hand. The rays picked around the ring on her hand until the diamond carats gleamed bright.

“All me..” Nate said.

“Mmm,” Wilhemina said. “She bent forward and gave Nate a soft, sex-drenched kiss. She felt Nate grow hard, his erection stretching his slacks nudging her ass.

“Hey, that’s my ass, Sir,” she smiled.

“It sure is,” Nate agreed.

“What are you up to?” Wilhemina questioned.

“Enough with the interrogations… I’m dying, my sweet,” Nate moaned. He snaked his tongue into Wilhemina’s ear. She kissed him hungrily.

“Nate?” she said.

“Hmm?” Nate asked planting nibbles on her lips.

“What’s that over there?” she said.

Nate lifted up to see what Wilhemina did. “Already on it,” he moaned and lifted her into his arms.

A couple of ICEEs later, Wilhemina kicked her bare feet at Nate in mock protest as the hydrofoil bumped along the waves. She saw a particular vista come into view. It was the embankment off the sea coast.

“You rake,” she beamed.

“I’m now a man who keeps his commitments,” Nate grinned. “You owe me a date,” he said.

It was true…

“Oh Lordy,” Wilhemina suddenly smiled.

She was being courted by her very own hero.

Steamy Woodlands

by Phyllis Copeland

Eve arrived home sweaty and dusty, her long, dark hair plastered to her head and face. “Wow, it was hot,” she said to herself as she rounded the corner of the house. The sun had beat down relentlessly at work and she couldn't wait to get home and her very own shower.

Walking up the three concrete steps to her house, she unlocked and opened the door and was instantly accosted by two huge German Shepherds. Whining and howling, each was trying to be first for her attention, shoving each other out of the way, just about knocking her down.

“C'mon guys, lets go out,” she told them. The two tri-colored shepherds sprang out of the house, harassing each other and grabbing sticks along the way. Eve saw the youngest pick up a long stick as the older shepherd grabbed it in his mouth and together they jogged towards the barn. Following behind them she glanced up into the old, magnificently tall, old, oak tree. “Yep,” she thought, “It's still there, waiting for me.”

Sighing, she trudged the hundred or so feet to the barn and she heard a high pitched whinny. Glancing out into the paddock, she spied her lone, light bay horse, his head held high and his ears up. Stepping into the barn, she avoided her wrestling pups and grabbed a heavy flake of alfalfa. Stuffing some mint candies in her pocket, she walked around the barn and whistled.

The light bay horse came running, his black mane and tail flailing in the wind. She tossed the alfalfa into the paddock, dug a mint out of her pocket and unwrapped it. She smiled as her horse dropped the mouthful of alfalfa and jogged closer to her. Eve offered him the mint and he took it, almost sucking her whole hand into his mouth.

“Eww yuck,” she said grinning, wiping her hand on her dirty jeans. She was fond of this horse, she had rescued him off “the truck” seven years ago. He was a thoroughbred that someone needed to get rid of and when Eve saw him on the “truck” she knew she had to save him.

He was only four years old at the time, but the agreement she had with the seller was that she could never have his papers, which meant she would never be able to run him. So he had become her living, expensive, lawn ornament. She had tried to make a pony out of him but he had been way too competitive, kicking and trying to keep ahead of the horse he was supposed to be just leading around. So, she had been happy just to ride the trails with him when she found the time.

Eve turned around and looked up into the old, oak tree again. She started walking towards it, dropping pieces of her clothing along the way. First her shirt then her bra. Glancing at her still wrestling German Shepherds, she stopped to kick a boot off. Then the other. She walked to the tree and looked up.

A large oak barrel hung from a chain off one of the huge branches that grew horizontally from the tree and she knew it was filled with rain water warmed by the sun. She also knew that there were mint sprigs in the oak barrel, steeping in the warm water. After it had rained, she had tossed them into the barrel and today at work, in the hot sun and high humidity, she could not stop thinking about her very own shower.

Eve breathed deeply and unbuttoned her jeans and peeled them off. She kept her socks on for the time being and stepped inside the three walled enclosure that stood underneath the oak barrel. She stood, amazed at the creation of this shower and happily sighed. She loved the way the heavy mat of honeysuckle grew entwined into the latticework that covered three sides of the enclosure.

The scent of the honeysuckle was heavenly in this humidity and she stepped on one of the stepping stones that had been placed on the ground, brushing her stockinged feet against the thyme and spearmint that she had planted between them.

She heard a low buzz of honey bees in the honeysuckle but she paid them no mind, they generally didn't bother you unless agitated. Feeling safe enough to take her socks off, she skinned them off and tossed them out of the enclosure.

Looking up again and taking a deep breath, Eve reached up with one hand and pulled the thin, nylon rope that hung from the oak barrel above her and instantly, warm, peppermint water fell over her.

“Oh yes!” she exclaimed, closing her eyes tight and turning her face up to let the water flow softly down over her whole body. She stepped into the thyme and spearmint as she pirouetted inside the enclosure and Eve could feel the cool tingle of the peppermint despite the warmth of the water and her nipples began to become swelled and tight. Pleasant goosebumps grew all over her body as she enjoyed the shower and she brought her hands up to caress her breasts.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned as the water permeated the crack in her ass, washing the sweat and other goop that may have deposited themselves there and she brought her hands down from her breasts to her ass. Spreading her strong, slightly plump cheeks, she allowed the water to flow freely between them and she felt a trickle of warm tingly water flow around her pussy. “Ohhh,” she groaned, spreading her cheeks wider.

She bent over slightly, arching her back and she gave the water a clear path to her soft folds. The comforting warmth and the refreshing tingle of the water found her clit and relentlessly flowed around it as she gasped in pleasure.

Her pussy became engorged and her clit throbbed as she felt the water flow around her and as her back arched more insistently, she spread her legs farther apart and moved her hand between her legs. She spread her pussy and using her middle finger, she slowly penetrated herself. Knowing where her “spot” was, she instantly found it and began to rhythmically tap and caress it.

She could feel the small bulge become bigger as she moved her hips in concert with her finger. She moaned as her finger continued to swipe at the spot and a familiar shiver began in the deepest recesses of her pussy. She felt the water and her palm grinding against her swollen clit and her breathing became heavy. She knew it wouldn't be long now and focused on her wet, warm, tingly pussy.

Suddenly, the water ran out and Eve stopped, mid orgasm. “Dammit!” she swore, taking her hand away from her pussy and straightening up. “Dammit, dammit, dammit!” she stomped her foot, sending the scent of thyme into the air. Sighing, Eve stalked into the house.

Inside, she slipped on a pair of clean jeans, a blue tank top and hiking boots. Spraying herself with insect repellent, she whistled for her two German Shepherds.

“Cohen! Sonja!” she called, grabbing two tennis balls out of the basket sitting on top of the refrigerator. “C'mon, let's go!”

The two tri-colored dogs came racing towards her as she stepped out the door and Eve quickly tossed both balls into the woods that grew alongside her property. Immediately they ran into the woods, jogging and sniffing. Cohen the oldest, found his first and Sonja ran to take it from him.

They both came running back to her and Cohen dropped the ball at her feet. She picked up the ball and hid it behind her back. She looked at the two expectant faces of her dogs, spread her free hand open and said, “I've got nothing!” Instantly, the two ran back into the woods to search for the other ball.

Eve followed them into the woods, taking the well worn path that meandered around the fairly large patch of forest. In here lived a small herd of white tailed deer that was seen quite a lot in the early fall eating the apples that had fallen to the ground.

Now though, they were hardly seen at all, except for the random car slowing down by her house, she wouldn't have known they were still there. She walked slowly along the path, taking the time to throw the tennis balls to her dogs when they brought them back to her and just enjoyed her walk.

She walked for what seemed like an hour and realized her dogs hadn't come back for some time. Suddenly, out of the brush walked a man with a pair of binoculars hanging from his neck. Eve and the man saw each other at the same time and she recognized him as the slow adult that lived across and down the road.

“Hi Manny,” she called to him, waving her hand.

Manny stood gawking and Eve got an eerie feeling. She spied the binoculars hanging off his neck and asked, “Whatcha looking for, Manny?”

Manny said nothing, he just stood and stared at Eve, his mouth working with a small string of drool exiting his mouth.

Eve watched Manny, she couldn't understand why he wasn't waving hello and walked away, he had always done that any other time she had seen him. She became alarmed when the large man began to walk towards her, his hand stroking his crotch.

“What are you doing Manny?” she asked, menacingly. “What are you doing?”, she asked again as he lumbered closer. She stepped back and tripped backwards over a small, dead log.

Manny was on her in seconds, his face inches from hers. She felt him fumble with her breasts as she tried to slip out from underneath him, shocked that she could feel his exposed member pressing against her thighs. He was breathing hard at her, tiny spittles of saliva hitting her in the eye and grazing her cheek. Repulsed, she cried out, trying to claw and dig her way out from under his soft, large body.

One more claw, one more dig and she was almost out. Just then, he reared his wide torso and with pudgy, pasty hands lunged for her jeans. They tore as she scrambled to get up, and Manny upgraded his efforts to get to her as the torn cloth revealed white skin covered with a dark mat of pubic hair.

Out of nowhere came a silent frenzy of fur, claws and jaws. Manny began to scream a long, whining scream, his arms held by Cohen and Sonja and as Eve scrambled out of his reach, he kicked his legs furiously, trying to reach the German Shepherds that had hold of his meaty wrists.

“Dammit, Manny,” she said, wiping herself off. “Get a grip, will ya?” She spied the binoculars that had been ripped off his neck in the struggle and it dawned on her why this had happened. He had been watching her, enjoying the sight of her pleasing herself in her outside shower.

She glared at the two animals holding Manny's wrists and asked scoldingly,”And where the hell were you two?” The dogs, guilty, got a better grip on the man's wrists and pulled a little more. “Easy,” she said to them, “Be careful.” They had Manny face first on the ground, his arms pulled out to the sides to their fullest extent. Each had a soft wrist in their mouth, keeping the arms pulled tight but not breaking the man's skin.

Soon, Manny calmed down, realizing he wasn't hurt, and Eve commanded the two enormous German Shepherds to let him up. They sat on their haunches watching him, their tongues dripping.

“We've been through this Manny,” she said angrily, her hands on her hips. “How many times do my dogs have to school you before you understand?”

“I don't know!” Manny cried, wiping the tears from his eyes with pudgy fists. “I… I'm soooorrrry!” he sobbed.

“You know I'm gonna have to tell your Ma,” she said to him.

“I knoooow!” he whined.

“Well, get up and go home,” Eve said, “And don't let my pets think that you're in my woods again!” she added.

She watched as he got up off the ground, turned heel and trudged away. Cohen and Sonja watched as well, making sure their master was safe before bounding off again.

***

“Its getting so a person can't go walking in their own woods anymore,” she said dryly, looking around for the two German Shepherds. She remembered the first time she had met Manny, It had been right here in these woods. She remembered the almost leering smile on his face as he stammered hello.

Eve thought he may be harmless enough, just a little slow, but she was grateful she didn't have any children. She may have had to invest in a shotgun instead of the pups. She knew that he lived with his aging mother, who tried hard to keep her eye on him but it was getting harder and harder as the years passed.

That very day she had gotten her pups. Never wanting them to ever hurt anyone but also be able to incapacitate, she spent a lot of time training them and before she knew it, she had two, well trained, and, she could swear, compassionate animals, happy to learn and please.

Eve started home, thinking she should throw her torn jeans out when she saw her two dogs, happily digging a hole a few feet off the path.

“So,” she said to them scowling, “While I was almost being raped, you two were digging a HOLE?”

The two animals quit their digging and came running to her, their tails wagging, dirt all over their noses and happy. She patted both of them and called them good dogs and trudged home with the dogs harassing each other beside her.

***

Later that night, after she got done feeding her German Shepherds and her rescued horse, she sat in the living room looking out the window, musing about her life. She missed her husband but she was determined not to let him know that.

She had kicked him out a week ago, finished with his complacency and taking her for granted. She didn't marry a weak man but lately his spine had become like a jelly fish and after she worked 15 hours a day and coming home to him snoozing in the lounge chair, she just couldn't take it anymore.

There was no need for him to be there, she had taken up his slack and ground on while he just sat. She went through this before with him and it took seven years for him to step up to the plate. Eve thought that if she ever had to do that again, she would more than likely die. So, she had told him to get out.

She had hoped that he would get the message right away but evidently the dumb son of a bitch couldn't figure it out, which really pissed her off. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out she thought. She never asked much from him, just to pull his weight and help her up when she needed him. Like a real husband would do, like he used to do.

After he shattered his heel, he fell into a deep depression, letting the bills pile up until she had to take up the slack. Then he pulled himself out of it and finally, she was able to rest. After seven years of coddling him and taking care of everything that needed taken care of, she felt way too old to do it again and she had told him so.

She had tried to talk with him like an adult, but he had put the blame on her, saying that all she wanted to do was control him. No, she had said, when you are able to control things, including me, and take care of the things he's supposed to as a man, instead of waiting for her to do it, then he could come back. That night he had left and she couldn't care less. Or so she told herself.

“Oh, piss on him!” she said vehemently, pushing herself out of the chair. Eve strode to her bedroom and got ready for bed. She took her time, scrutinizing herself in the mirror as she discarded articles of clothing. She looked damn good at 28, her skin darkened by the sun, her hair darkest brown, almost black. Her cheeks were country freckled interrupted by a slightly upturned nose. Her lips were full, the lower pouting incessantly.

She twirled naked in front of the full length mirror, stopping with her back to it. She looked back and inspected her crowning glory. Not a dimple of cellulite graced the skin of her tight, round ass and her thighs were sleek and strong, Eve was proud of her body, the work that she did helped to keep her trim and muscular and she enjoyed it.

After showering and brushing her teeth, she fell into bed, hoping she would fall asleep fast. This past week had been tough on her, she couldn't stop thinking about her estranged husband and she couldn't understand why he didn't get it when she had outright told him.

“What the hell was wrong with him anyway?” she thought to herself. “Dumbass,” was all she could think of next. After 10 years of marriage they had never gone to bed angry and always together. Now, she felt lost without him. It was lonely and cold, his side of the bed void of any warmth.

She fell asleep with those disappointing thoughts, the two German Shepherds asleep on the floor next to the bed.

***

Elsewhere in the house, a silent marauder crept past the remnants of uneaten raw meat dosed with a heavy sedative. The intruder, a broad shouldered, hooded, masked man, carried a long, thin, blade in one hand and a length of thin, nylon rope in the other. Slowly he crept through the house, knowing exactly where to go, past the living room and dining room, down the hall past the bathroom and finally to her bedroom.

The masked intruder listened beside the bedroom door for the dogs whom he had fed tainted raw meat earlier and he smirked with satisfaction. Not a sound came from those mutts except soft snoring. He could hear Eve breathing as well, a quiet, soft whistle blowing gently through her nose as she exhaled.

The man had chosen Eve after he had seen her in the park, playing with her dogs. The dogs didn't bother him, he knew how to handle them.

He had watched her for weeks, noting her habits and taking pictures. The man had obsessed over her, hanging her pictures on the wall of his makeshift shrine. He had followed her home and was elated that she lived in a secluded area and had begun to make plans that very night. The only hitch that he could see was her husband. A spineless jelly fish as far as he was concerned, watching the interaction between the couple.

He had also seen her throw her husband out, tossing his clothes out after him. He became excited, knowing without a doubt that he was meant to be with her. He would show her how to behave, show her who was really boss, give her everything he knew that she needed. He would take his time with this one. She was strong and strong willed, and strong women needed to be taken down a peg or two right off the bat.

It had been he who watched her in the makeshift shower. He was surprised at her but excited nonetheless. He had hid in the woods making friends with her dogs and was almost caught by Manny, the overgrown, over sexed child.

He had fed the German Shepherds raw meat for the last three days and taken the time to go through her house while she was gone to avoid any surprises later on. He would have to teach her about taking showers outside though. Teach her well. He smiled at the thought. Yep, he would have to take his time with this one and his smile turned into a toothy grin.

Experienced and stealthy, he crept further into Eve's bedroom, his breathing calm and steady. The two German Shepherds lay beside the bed, closest to his prize, but that didn't matter, his attention was focused on the sheet covered, sleeping figure.

He approached the foot of the double bed then quickly jumped on her, pinning her arms underneath the sheet with his knees. She cried out, surprised, and he immediately drew his fist back and slugged her in the mouth. Her head flew to the side and her mouth dripped blood.

Instantly, her mouth started to swell and tears filled her eyes. He knew she was flailing with her feet, trying to hurt him but the weight of him holding the sheet down kept her from struggling too much.

“Cohen! Sonja!” she cried through the blood, trying desperately to free an appendage to knock this piece of shit off of her. He would pay for that punch in the mouth that much she was sure. Confused as to why the dogs didn't come when they were called, she slowly realized that he had done something horrible to them.

“Get off me!” she screamed, and earned another punch in the face, this time causing her spitting a tooth. “I'm gonna kill you!” she tried to wriggle out from underneath him, flailing her legs and working her shoulders. She earned a punch in the nose and more blood streamed down her face, mixed with her tears and the sweat of her exertions.

Crying for her dogs and the pain of her injuries, she stared at the man that held her captive. She looked him in the eyes and knew that her life was in danger but she stared at him, quiet and still. Eve focused on the man's face and with the glow of the moonlight streaming in to her bedroom window, she gathered up blood, spit and snot into her mouth and spat it at her attackers face.

It landed square in his right eye, bypassing the black ski mask that covered his face. Another mouthful of bloody goo hit him dead on in the mouth. Before he could swipe the sticky mess out of his eye and mouth, she spat again, this time hitting him in the left eye, driving a sharp edged tooth remnant into the pupil.

Sitting on top of her, the man roared. This was too much even for him. He wrapped the nylon cord he had brought with him around her neck and pulled tight. Just then he was grabbed by the shoulders and tossed into the wall. Eve scrambled out of the bed, flailing her arms and legs, kicking the sheet away from her.

She tried to see what was going on but the swelling on her face made it almost impossible. She heard someone ask if she was alright and she let loose a string of expletives that thankfully was garbled. She heard bare fists hitting flesh and she peered through her beat up eyes.

“Is that you, David,?” she asked

“Yeah, it's me,” the man said.

This time she let loose some choice expletives and told him that she was fine, she could take care of herself.

David banged the intruders head into the wall until he didn't move anymore and turned to look at Eve.

“There is no doubt in my mind that you can take care of yourself,” he said to her, not letting her see his concern. “But just this once, let me take care of you.”

Through the pain, Eve smiled. Her husband was back and from the looks of the intruder, he was back with a vengeance.

David, a tall, broad shouldered, muscular man went to Eve and scooped her up. He gently laid her down on the couch in the living room and called 911. Then he went to check on the dogs and tie up the intruder. He found the two German Shepherds, oblivious to the goings on, still sleeping heavily and knew they would be okay. Then he turned to the stirring intruder and pounded his head into the wall again until he quit moving.

He tore his ski mask off and hog tied him, behind his back, kicking his knife far away. He was almost through when Eve came in, concerned about her dogs. She saw the unmasked man lying on the floor, walked over to him calmly and stomped on his crotch. She stood on him, then stomped her feet. David, inwardly groaning, but proud of his wife, let her do what she needed to do.

“He's going to feel like a Mack truck drove into his crotch,” David said to her, smiling.

“Yeah, if I had the guts, I'd cut the thing right off,” she said vehemently, giving the unmasked intruder another shot to the crotch.

“Easy, thunder,” David grinned, his hand automatically covering his own crotch.

Eve bent and looked closer at the man's face. Then she suddenly drew back a fist and popped him in the mouth, drawing blood. One more time in the nose and she was satisfied with the rearranging of his face.

“Told you you were gonna pay,” She spat one more time on his face and then turned her attention to her beloved German Shepherds. She sat down beside them and pet both their heads.

“They're going to be alright, I think,” David said to her, noting the gentleness she had for them. He remembered how gentle and sweet she could be and his heart swelled with love for this woman who was his estranged wife.

They heard the sirens then and went to the door to wave them in. At first, Eve refused the medical attention the EMT guys offered, but David persuaded her to acquiesce. He watched the medical personnel wipe the sticky, drying goo off of her face and his heart went out to her. He should never have left. If he hadn't left, this wouldn't have happened to her, he thought. But unbeknownst to him, leaving had saved his life. The intruder had made plans for him as well.

In the early morning hours, the police finally left, taking the finally conscious intruder in cuffs with them. The police had taken a lengthy statement from them and David and Eve fully admitted to the injuries the intruder had sustained.

***

After the police left, she sat down heavily in the lounge chair, knowing she would have to go to work in an hour. Her face hurt, even with the pain relieving shot she'd had. Her mouth felt sore and her nose felt broken. She still had blood in her hair and ears but she didn't care. She closed her eyes for only a minute and promptly fell into a deep sleep.

David watched and saw that the sedative he had asked the EMT guys to give her was taking effect. He knew she would be stubborn and insist on taking care of her horses, so he had asked them to slip her a sedative without her knowing. He would take care of her horses as she slept.

He pulled out his cell phone and called his mother to come over to keep an eye on Eve and while he waited for her to drive up, he gently picked up his quietly sleeping wife and took her to the guest bedroom. He laid her on the bed and covered her with a light blanket. He brushed the bloody hair from her face and softly touched her injuries, thinking how beautiful and brave she was.

David stood up and went into their bedroom, picked up Cohen and brought him into the guest bedroom. He laid him on the floor next to the bed, then did the same with Sonja. He stood with his hands on his hips and looked at his sleeping beauties, love and concern gracing his face. He sighed, thankful they were all going to be alright and turned to go back out into the living room to wait for his mother.

***

Eve's injuries had healed quickly, and a little over a week later they were just a light bruising. They were still sore but the memory of her stomping the crap out of the man made her feel no pain. She was extremely grateful that her husband David had showed up when he did that night and proud that he had literally saved her from that dangerous man.

When asked why he was there to begin with, David had replied that he couldn't sleep and wanted to come see and talk to her. She accepted his response but was still confused, why had he been there so late? He knew that she would have been asleep, she was a very early riser.

Shaking her head, she chose not to pursue the matter. He had saved her life, that's all she knew for sure and for now that was enough.

She stirred a teaspoon of sugar into his ice tea and brought it out to where he was splitting wood for the winter.

“How's it going,?” she asked sweetly.

David looked up and wiped the sweat off his brow. “Hot, humid and lovely,” he said, noting that she looked a lot better today, the swelling was gone and the bruising had almost disappeared.

She handed him the ice tea and he drank the whole glass. “Thank you,” he said to her.

“You know that winter is still months away, right?” she asked him.

“Yes, but I want to get this done for you so you don't have to worry about it when it does get here,” he replied, smiling.

Eve hadn't yet decided to let him come back and she didn't want him to think just because he saved her life doesn't mean their marriage was all better. Him getting the wood ready for the wood stove in the house before winter hit was a step in the right direction but she wanted to make sure he wasn't going to go back to being complacent.

“That's a great idea,” she said to him, smiling back.

Her missing tooth was blatant when she smiled back at him and his heart went out to her. He dropped the axe that he had in his hand and before she could move away, he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her gently and sensuously on her sore lips.

“I love you Eve,” he said as he pulled his head away, “I have loved your fiery spirit the first day I laid eyes on you.”

“I love you too, David,” she said, looking into his eyes. “And if I haven't said it yet, I apologize. Thank you for saving my life.”

Eve grabbed his hand and pulled him away from the growing pile of wood. He followed her, confused.

She took him over to the oak barrel hanging from the huge oak tree, towed him inside the enclosure and closed the quickly constructed door. She looked in his eyes as she lifted her t-shirt, tore it off and tossed it out. Then she lifted and tore his t-shirt off. She reached behind her, unhooked her bra and let it slip off of her ample breasts, down her arms and she flung it over the top of the enclosure. As she looked into his eyes, she unbuttoned his jeans and then her own. They both kicked their shoes off and stepped out of their jeans.

Completely naked now, she reached for her husband and as they entwined themselves to each other like the honeysuckle entwined the latticework, she reached up and pulled the cord hooked to the barrel.

Immediately, they were softly rained upon, the warm, minty rain water falling gently from about a hundred tiny holes that had been drilled into the bottom of the 75 gallon oak cask.

She kissed him again, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding him close. She pushed her hips against him and began a slow gyration, rubbing her hard belly against his hardening cock. She slowly moved, down and around and up. She pressed hard into him, feeling every inch of his beautiful cock against her slick, wet, skin.

The water flowed over and between them, the cool minty feel to the warm rain water was energizing and fresh and the sweet scent of honeysuckle wafting through the air mixing with the thyme underneath their feet was intoxicating.

Eve stepped back a little to allow the water to more fully fall on her husband. She stared into his eyes as she reached down and grabbed his growing, throbbing cock in her hands. She let them travel the full length of his cock as he stared back at her and he quickly drew his breath.

He brought his hands to her face and as he pulled her in to kiss her, she squeezed and pulled gently. She was becoming more and more sensual as she touched him, holding his balls as she stroked him softly, making his cock jump and reach forward.

Realizing goosebumps were showing on his neck, she slowed and lightened her touch. Looking down she licked her lips then looked up into his eyes as she slowly kneeled down. As the warm, cooling water flowed, she wrapped her luscious, full, lips around his cock and took him deep in her mouth. Hearing him gasp and grab her hair, she hardened her tongue and pulled her head back slowly, sensuously. Again she took him deep in her mouth.

As she pulled back, the minted water fell where he was exposed. She heard him groan loudly and felt him strengthen his grip on her hair, pressuring her to take him inside again. Teasing the engorged head with her hardened tongue, his cock pulsed, and when she licked the full length of him and took his balls in her mouth, she heard him draw in his breath sharply.

Eve was enjoying herself, taking her time, bringing her husband to the brink of orgasm, then slowing until he relaxed again. She could feel his cock getting larger and saw the head was getting darker with his blood pumping harder through it. His balls tightened as she sucked him and his grip on her hair became almost painful.

Empowered by the excitement she produced from her husband, she took him inside her mouth again, all the way down to the base of his shaft. Holding her breath, she kept his cock deep inside while her tongue swirled and licked. Finally out of breath, she pulled her head back quickly, sucking his cock as she pulled sensuously away from him.

Then she took his cock into her mouth again and as she gripped his balls, she tightened her full lips around his cock and began an up and down motion, stroking his cock with her lips and tongue. She heard his breathing become heavier and felt him pull her head closer. He gasped as she went faster, the grip on his balls became as tight as the grip on her hair as her mouth traveled the full length of his cock.

Eve smiled inside as she looked up at him and when his eyes met hers with his cock in her mouth, it was too much for him to bear. He gripped her head between large hands and pushed his cock into her throat. Then he pulled her head away.

Instantly he began to come, goosebumps grew on his body as he pushed inside her mouth again and the hot, sweet come began to squirt down her throat as his cock throbbed inside her mouth. He gasped as she sucked it all down, then finally, she slowly pulled herself away from him, licking every inch of his pulsing cock as she went. He trembled with the exertion and his breath was fast and heavy.

Eve was pleased as her husband gently helped her up. He wrapped his strong arms around her waist and kissed her, Then having regained some of his strength, swooped her off of her feet and into his arms. He opened the door of the enclosure and carried her to the house.

“I have missed you so much,” he said, while staring lovingly into her eyes. “You have never gone that far before.”

She smiled as she felt him easily carry her and said, “It was time.”

Content

Bray, Kimberly, Hodges, Lois, Dunn, Andrea, Keller, Angela, Cross, Nellie, Conley, Cynthia, Robles, Bonnie, Hunt, Evelyn, Bright, Nicole, Copeland, Phyllis
The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 19

Naughty Word Games

Riding the Wave

Mercy Fuck

Relighting the Flame

Outcasts

Love Palace

Starting Fires

Palace of Passion

Sex on a Train

Love Undercover

Steamy Woodlands