tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50493151206354929912024-02-19T09:51:07.483+00:00Inside Violet's Filthy Mind"To be smut it must be utterly without redeeming social importance."
- Tom LehrerViolet Veidthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06224959642625585774noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049315120635492991.post-24727966740084154572014-04-06T05:28:00.000+01:002014-04-06T05:28:00.881+01:00Review of "Breaking Down" by C.V WalterThis story leads on from the first in the series, Breaking Curfew. We are introduced to Mason King, a young man from a moneyed family, as hungry for prestige and success as he is for cock. Being taken and used for pleasure seems to be a theme of his college life. In Breaking Down, he finds himself the butt of a college prank; and when his (suspiciously rickety) car breaks down, he becomes the butt of quite a different joke. His sun blistered form is discovered by redneck neighbours who take out their horny frustrations on him.<br />
Mason's consent to all these acts is ambiguous; while he dutifully does as he's told his opinion is not required. The whole series has a pleasingly gritty tenor which serves well to communicate all the raunchy, humiliating acts which are perpetrated on Mason's body.<br />
Oh, and there's a twist reveal at the end which I always love.<br />
If you like hot, explicit, humiliating gay sex among oversexed college guys, definitely give this series a go. Even if you don't know yet if it's your cup of tea, this series has definite page turner appeal if you fancy something a bit different!<br />
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Buy <i>Breaking Down</i> on <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/414331">Smashwords</a> and <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Breaking-Down-Mason-C-V-Walter-ebook/dp/B00IQEH8Q6">Amazon</a>.Violet Veidthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06224959642625585774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049315120635492991.post-40090268292785378822014-03-03T21:11:00.001+00:002014-03-08T17:29:46.345+00:00Sneak preview of Strap on Initiation<b id="docs-internal-guid-15d6f236-89c8-f856-2335-277df151f65a" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.15;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><a href="http://ellendominick.com/blog?category=Saturday%20Smut" title="Saturday Smut"><img alt="Saturday Smut." src="https://static.squarespace.com/static/512c0a1ce4b0fd698ec56337/5214bf96e4b03ea39704b558/52557c92e4b03949ba56953f/1381334162093/satsmut.jpg" style="border: none;" title="Saturday Smut" /></a></span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.15;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"We could split the rest of this wine, if you like.” She was leaning in the door </span></b><b style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.15;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">behind me. I hadn’t even heard her. Wine isn’t my favourite, but saying no to her was impossible. I poured the half bottle into two glasses and passed her one. She tipped her head in thanks, and then walked to the living room. I followed. Her hips swayed as though she was dancing.</span></b><br />
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<b id="docs-internal-guid-15d6f236-89c8-f856-2335-277df151f65a" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.15;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“You’re a pretty one.”</span></b></div>
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></b>
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<b id="docs-internal-guid-15d6f236-89c8-f856-2335-277df151f65a" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She strode across and straddled me.</span></b></div>
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></b>
<b id="docs-internal-guid-15d6f236-89c8-f856-2335-277df151f65a" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I’m no stranger to female attentions, but I’ve always been the aggressor. And up till now, I thought that I liked it that way. But having this beautiful, confident... powerful woman in my lap, her long braids of hair tickling my neck, her broad mouth smirking down at me was utterly unlike what I knew. Pulling a girl, snogging her and delicately probing her boundaries to get as much woman flesh around my always ready erection made me feel horny and strong, but this was making me feel tingly in a different way. I didn’t know what was going to happen next. And that made my blood pulse strong in my veins and sing </span></b><br />
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></b>
<b id="docs-internal-guid-15d6f236-89c8-f856-2335-277df151f65a" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She pushed her fingers deep into my hair and massaged my scalp, as she kissed my face all over. She skipped my lips, despite my rolling my head to try and catch that wide, full lipped mouth with mine. I wanted to taste her. That desire was clear through my jumbled thoughts. Suddenly I realised that she had pulled off my clothes apart from my underwear. With her fingers still twined in my hair, she moved down to my neck. I didn’t even know that that was an erogenous area on me, but I started making rather embarrassing squealing noises at how good it felt. It very nearly tickled, but in an amazingly good way.</span></b></div>
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<b id="docs-internal-guid-15d6f236-89c8-f856-2335-277df151f65a" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I forgot to mention that all the time she was doing what I’ve described, her hips were rolling so that her jeans clad crotch was rubbing all over my cock, through the thin fabric of my boxers. And together with her shifting her lips to my neck, I felt almost on the brink of orgasm. I started murmuring, </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">o god suki stop i’m going to cum in my pants</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">. She grinned at this and started grinding all the harder. I couldn’t believe what she was doing. All my requests for her to cease were ignored as she ground me to an almost painful orgasm. Once she had humiliated me she stood and inspected my dampened underwear.</span></span></b></div>
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></b>
<b id="docs-internal-guid-15d6f236-89c8-f856-2335-277df151f65a" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I think that we’d better get you out of those wet things,” she smirked again. I followed her meekly to her bedroom.</span></b></div>
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></b>
<b id="docs-internal-guid-15d6f236-89c8-f856-2335-277df151f65a" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Her room was pretty stark. Just a single bed with a white duvet cover, a wardrobe, a bookcase mostly full of textbooks, and a desk with shelves of folders above it. I hadn’t immediately pegged her as the type to keep an immaculate room. I had imagined oriental throws, psychedelic posters and the commingled odours of sweat, pot and incense. My thwarted expectations put me on the left foot.</span></b></div>
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></b>
<b id="docs-internal-guid-15d6f236-89c8-f856-2335-277df151f65a" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She yanked down my boxers, leaving me nude. I caught sight of myself in the full length mirror on the wardrobe and started. the long lean body of the high school hockey superstar, pubes choked with the cum that had been forced out of him, meekly letting this odd looking creature lead him around as she chose.</span></b><br />
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I lay face down as she directed me, feeling my sensitised cock against the cold cotton sheets. She leaned over and kissed my ear lobe.</span></b></div>
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></b>
<b id="docs-internal-guid-15d6f236-89c8-f856-2335-277df151f65a" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I can’t believe you made me come in my pants. I don’t usually come off so soon."</span></b></div>
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></b>
<b id="docs-internal-guid-15d6f236-89c8-f856-2335-277df151f65a" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Don’t worry, i liked it. you weren't able to control yourself. I kind of get off on that.”</span></b></div>
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></b>
<b id="docs-internal-guid-15d6f236-89c8-f856-2335-277df151f65a" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“So i can see.” And I could. Her pelvis was twitching and rolling seemingly beyond her control and her nipples stood out through her shirt. I reached out to stroke them and was rewarded by a hissed intake of breath.</span></b></div>
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<!--End mc_embed_signup-->Violet Veidthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06224959642625585774noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049315120635492991.post-75013067455614412014-02-19T14:46:00.000+00:002014-02-19T14:46:58.159+00:00Fun with anorgasmia<b id="docs-internal-guid-2411dcd5-4a99-7ed2-de9e-9b64a23d7307" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></b><br />
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<b id="docs-internal-guid-2411dcd5-4a99-7ed2-de9e-9b64a23d7307" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b id="docs-internal-guid-2411dcd5-4a99-7ed2-de9e-9b64a23d7307" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b id="docs-internal-guid-2411dcd5-4a99-7ed2-de9e-9b64a23d7307" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I began tapering off Prozac at the end of last year, and now, for the fist time in about three years, am SSRI free. It had stopped working for me, so I’m feeling pretty much the same as I was before, which is to say depressed, but managably so. I have good days, where I get shit done, and bad ones, where I don’t. Unless I use a ridiculously magnanimous definition of shit. [Moved a dirty mug from the living room to the kitchen? YAY I DID A THING</span></span></b></span></b></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I don’t miss the side effects. Not one bit. And by the side effects I mean GENITAL NUMBNESS AND LIBIDO LOSS.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Being a smut writer is pretty hard when the idea of a nice nap is more appealing than sex. What little horniness I had transmuted into frustration, however, at the fact that the genital numbness made it really fricking hard to orgasm. Like, it would take an hour, no exaggeration, of expert fiddling to have the desired effect. It felt nice, but doing anything for that length of time gets boring. And it gets pretty annoying when reading favourite mucky blogs and pornography, and it seems like godammit everybody is having huge splurgy orgasms all over the place at so much as a butterfly whispercurrent of air over their glans.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I began feeling disingenuous over my writing, too. I write about orgasmic characters because that’s what I want to read, but I felt like I was betraying myself at the same time, adding to a problem of depicting orgasmicness as normative. Not all sex needs to terminate with one or both partners cumming, but when writing stories it’s hard to deviate from having a beginning, middle and a drippy, satisfying end.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As I mentioned, I stopped taking the pills before I completely resolved the issue, but here are some things that helped me out.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But first: I’ll cop to being a well read hypochondriac with some experience in this area, but I’m not a doctor; talk to somebody who is. Sometimes side effects are genuinely better than the alternative, but make sure you’re not suffering unduly.</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Accept that sex, whether partnered or solo, is going to be different from now on. And probably worse, but not necessarily. </span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Speaking of partners, it’s important to let them know that your anorgasmia isn’t their fault. People tie up a lot of their self esteem in their ability to pleasure a partner, and if they don’t understand this it will make them feel bad. This is not conductive to good sex. </span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Regard sex as something that is necessary for your well being, like exercise or brushing your teeth. Set aside time for it. I used a habit tracker to make sure I gave it attention every day. </span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Working by yourself can be a lot easier than partnered sex, at least until you find the combination of techniques that works.</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Try different toys or ways of touching yourself and note which ones work. Yes, note. I kept my notes on a secret text file with a suitably boring fake name.</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">If you find a particularly titillating piece of porn, save it! It’s amazing how hard it can be to find that one video or story if you just close the window when you’re done.</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I found that I quickly became over stimulated and lost erogenous sensation; so I had to stop and start a lot. Warming up slowly also helped.</span></div>
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<b id="docs-internal-guid-2411dcd5-2114-73b3-1ef5-9386292d564f" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">It’s been a long time since I thought about him, longer still since i dreamed about him. but now I’m imagining him bending me over a table with one big hand wrapped round my mouth and the other rubbing away on my clit. I’m quite naked but he hasn’t bothered to disrobe, just a bit of his furred flat stomach showing beneath the waistcoat and his fly open. My bare tits rub back and forth on the table so that I have to bite my knuckles to keep quiet, or risk waking the house. He cums on my exposed back and walks off. When he reappears he’s nude. He throws me a towel and wordlessly nods at the shower.</span></span></b></div>
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Violet Veidthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06224959642625585774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049315120635492991.post-73593897441052827292014-02-01T02:31:00.001+00:002014-02-02T21:16:01.933+00:00A teaser from my new ebook, The Merger<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 1.5cm;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; text-indent: 1.5cm;">She began by
kneeling and taking his shoes off. He seemed a little shocked by this
subservient move, but he sat up and gazed down at her, a little smile
dancing around his eyes. There was something primal about being at a
man's feet like that, and she found herself playing up the "slave
girl" aspect, looking back at him with wide eyes, slipping off
his shoes and socks reverently, and then kissing the soles of his
feet.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"That's nice,
but there's something I'd rather have you kissing." He drew his
belt through the buckle and unbuttoned his fly.
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">His cock resembled
the rest of him: golden, tall, its broadness echoing the spread of
his shoulders. She grasped it in her hand, marvelling at how small
and white her hand looked wrapped around his flesh. The ruby tip was
wet with his arousal and seemed to throb almost visibly with his
pulse. As her lips wrapped around his cock head, he exhaled sharply,
and his hips lifted off the bed. His cock lurched into her mouth,
almost to the hilt. She had had the idea of slowly teasing his cock
with her tongue and lips, but he clearly wanted to fuck her face. And
she was nothing loath. She put her hands behind her back and gazed up
at him again with that same wide eyed look. After her tightly
organised days and weeks, putting control into his hands was
delicious.
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">He started
thrusting fairly gently to begin with, but before long he had her
head in his hands, his fingers tangling through her hair, forcing her
to move to his rhythm. Lydia could barely breathe, but wouldn't have
had him stop for the world. Her hand crept back to her nipples,
tugging and pinching on them alternately while her other fingers
rubbed at her clit. Before long, from the oxygen deprivation as well
as the sheer horniness of the situation had her bucking and
shuddering under his hands. He kept pumping into her mouth, slowing
his pace as her orgasm subsided.
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"That was so
hot Lydia, watching you come with my cock in your mouth." he
growled. He stood and pressed her close to him again, his cock
pushing hot and hard and wet into her stomach. He tipped her face up
to inspect it. "Look at yourself," he said, that smile
twinkling about his face again. Lydia looked in the dressing table
mirror, and barely recognised herself. Her carefully styled hair was
tangled and ruffled, her eyes were watering, and her lips were
swollen from the fucking they had just endured. She wore only her
knickers, the crotch darkened by her arousal. The sight made her
horny again. "I can't believe that's the same ice queen who
walked into the board room this morning. Come on, it's time to take
those knickers off.” He picked her up easily, plopped her down on
the bed, and pulled off the scrap of fabric. She let her legs spread,
so that he could see every inch of her. His head lowered between
them, and his tongue flickered out snakelike to taste her dew. He
slid a finger inside her, and his eyes widened as he felt how wet she
was. "You really like giving head, huh?"
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"When it's
like that," she purred back from thickened lips.
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"You like
getting your face fucked." he replied softly, straddling her and
sliding his cock between her tits.</span><br />
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<a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/403923">Available now on Smashwords (and soon on Amazon...)</a>Violet Veidthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06224959642625585774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049315120635492991.post-16936736759920543672013-09-02T19:12:00.000+01:002013-09-02T19:12:33.933+01:00Now you're thinking with portals.<br />
Silent screams left his throat as he opened, accepting the thick, wet cock inside. The burning prompted swift withdrawal. When it had subsided, he cautiously returned. He resisted rushing, despite the sublime feeling of his engulfing, gripping, consuming arse. Inch by delicious inch, he buried himself in the insane heat of his hole, and moaned high. He started pulsing his hips, thrusting gradually more and more until he was fucking himself with abandon and it felt so good he couldn't hold back. He felt the hot, silky gush and gasped.<br />
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Aperture Science had a new line of sex toys.<br />
Violet Veidthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06224959642625585774noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049315120635492991.post-71373973501133136862013-08-05T21:20:00.000+01:002014-02-02T21:15:34.642+00:00Excerpt from "Moving Out", my imminent novella...<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b id="docs-internal-guid-7430e2ee-501a-79e4-9f4e-91d4dc843925" style="font-weight: normal;"></b><br /></span>
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<b id="docs-internal-guid-7430e2ee-501a-79e4-9f4e-91d4dc843925" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Verity’s room faced south west, and the room warmed every day until it made a fair sauna. Together with the mild exercise of lifting and carrying, Màiri felt sweat trickling down her neck, making her shudder. She looked down and saw that she was sweating through her garments.</span></b></div>
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<b id="docs-internal-guid-7430e2ee-501a-79e4-9f4e-91d4dc843925" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“This weather is trying to kill me. I’m going to go and change into a tank top.”</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Mind if I take this off?” he asked, plucking his soaked shirt away from his body.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Go ahead,” she said, walking past him to the door. In her peripheral vision, she saw his body revealed as he yanked his shirt over his head. He had been working out. His muscles bunched under his pale skin; his body wasn’t fatless enough to show striations, but enough to send a shiver up her neck. His chest was thickly haired, like his arms, and his left shoulder was covered with an elaborate tattoo she had only seen glimpses of before. And, his right nipple was pierced with a titanium ring.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She closed the door behind her, and leaned against it for a moment, biting her lip. Up till that point, clearing Verity’s room had been fairly straightforward, but if he was planning on working topless, that might change. Instead of going straight to her room, she jumped into the shower and turned on the cold water full blast. It had the opposite effect to that intended; her half hard nipples leapt out, tingling with sensation, whereas the heat conserved within her intimate folds contrasted with the freezing sensation over the rest of her skin, making her superlatively aware of that part. She briefly considered a liaison with the showerhead, but decided to get out and dressed as fast as possible.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">In her room, she chose a tank top and workout shorts. Though she had gained a few pounds over the exam season, by self medicating her stress with Tunnock’s Caramel Wafers, they hung attractively on her breasts and bottom. She walked back to Verity’s room blithely, not realising that her subconscious had clad her in the most provoking outfit her wardrobe had to offer.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">When she returned, his gaze lingered a little longer than normal, before he glanced away, blushing. Initially she felt embarrassed when she realised how much her clothes revealed; but it faded to smugness when she realised he was diverted by the sight of her scantily clad figure as much as she by him. Silently, they continued with their work, never quite out of each other’s view</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" />She gazed at him. In the sunset glow, the sight of him gave her an unsettling feeling of seeing beauty in something she thought she had known, but had never examined very carefully before. His hair was as dark as a raven's wing and gleamed in the sun's slanting rays; his long and lean and sleek body, biceps peaking tightly, indicating strength out of all proportion to size. He had arranged himself, whether by accident or design, in such a way that the firmness of his torso resembled a Classical statue, with his Adonis' belt diving cleanly under the waistband of his shorts. That unexpected ring caught the light and winked at her. He caught her eye and smiled at her, matched the incline of her head and asked,<br class="kix-line-break" />"Do you like what you see?"<br class="kix-line-break" />"Hmm?" Màiri blushed as he shocked her from her reverie.<br class="kix-line-break" />"I mean, I can put my shirt back on if I’m distracting you..."<br class="kix-line-break" />"That's quite all right."<br class="kix-line-break" />"It's really no problem, if you're having trouble concentrating..."<br class="kix-line-break" />"Shut up!" <br class="kix-line-break" />He grinned and did so.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Slowly, they broke down the pile of stuff into orderly stacks. Dan put on shoes and a shirt and took the binbags down to the bins; while Màiri took another shower. This time she didn’t ignore the showerhead’s siren song. Her body felt unusually alive and tingly, from being exposed to the air and her flatmate’s discreet ogling. She moved it up and down her body, varying between holding it high and low, experimenting with focussing the spray or letting it fall harder, assisted by gravity.. Presently she began to focus the spray on her tits, by far the most erogenous part of her. She leaned back on the wall and ran the spray up and down her belly, letting it splash on her pussy momentarily, before going back to her tits. The spray spent more and more time on her clit, and she spread her legs wider as she got closer to orgasm.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She came with her back arched up, the spray pulsing deliciously on her arsehole like a hundred tiny tongues, her fingers on her clit and her hard nipples rubbing against the cold tiles.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">When she emerged, feeling fully refreshed, Dan had slunk back into his room again. She shrugged and went to her room. The place was in total disarray. Usually the sight of it made her want to cry, but now she felt relaxed. After cleaning Verity’s room, anything seemed possible. She popped downstairs for the binbags, and started sorting through items to be trashed, recycled, donated or kept. As the binbags grew fatter, she felt calmer. She hadn’t realised that creating order out of her chaotic belongings could have a parallel effect on her mind. When she collapsed into bed, she felt completely calm. Until her thoughts returned to her flatmate, whom she could hear moving around next door.</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Andy loped into the room, his toned biceps stretching the sleeves of his ironic t shirt. I seemed to recall him talking about sports, rock climbing or snowboarding or something glamourous with a high injury rate like that. We caught eyes and his face crinkled charmingly as he flashed his white teeth at me. His dark red hair was cropped short, and his sideburns extended a little further than most guys wear them, sitting in between his earlobe (with modest sized tunnels) and sharp, scruff covered jawline. He hadn't turned around yet, but I can close my eyes any time I want and see his lovely arse encased in his tight jeans. He looked as confident and fit as any jock, but the triforce tattoo on his bicep and his encyclopaedic knowledge of Star Trek belied his true geekdom.</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“So, what was the issue again?” he asked.</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I can’t connect to the network. I’ve tried reconnecting, rebooting, all the obvious stuff. It started getting a little flaky about half three/four, now I’m just getting nothing.” I don’t want him to think I’m some sort of idiot. I also want him to get the salient info before he renders me speechless with those green eyes. I stand up and let him have a look. As I move out from behind my desk, our bodies brush for an instant. I feel his heat, and the firmness of him, against me. I try and remember the feeling, to call back for later. Did he pause for a second there? Or did I? I stand to the side, trying to conceal my blush.</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He sat, and after lowering the seat several inches, he started clicking around. I saw him purse his lips and open up a command prompt window. I felt reassured; I’m not much of a programmer, but if the issue needed that level of tinkering, I couldn’t be a total dunce.</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Right, let’s have a check behind here.” He gets up. This time, the brushing is no accident. I feel his hips on the small of my back, his breath on my neck. His arm brushes mine, and we catch each others’ eye. He lifts his eyebrows a fraction, then squatted down. I sat, modestly crossing my legs.</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He gazed up from the shadows beneath my desk, and grinned. He looked a little scary from that angle. His teeth are actually a little larger than normal if you look closely, and the canines point a more than the rest. Together with his lean face and his position, emerging from the dark, he looked positively eldritch.</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Found your problem.” He held up the end of a network cable.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“It was unplugged</span><span style="background-color: white; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">‽ </span><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But how...” I paused, remembering my habit of swinging on my chair when I’m bored.Pushing back on the computer tower for support, swinging back and forth... yeah, that would probably do it.</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“This will be a fun one to log. I’ll file it under P. “Problem exists between chair and keyboard.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Fuck off!” I kick at him, and he sniggers and grabs my feet, one by one. Realising I’m trapped, I continue pushing him with my legs. He slides his hands up my calves, up my hips while slowly standing up, finally standing resting them on the wall behind me. I’m eye level with Lego Mr T. My gaze flashes downward rather than up. He doesn’t appear to be hard yet, but I can tell he has a lot to fit into those vintage Wranglers. Then he taps the side of my face, and I look up, seeing his face inches from mine. He inclines his head to the side, silently asking. I reply equally silently, touching my lips to his. At first, he answers the lightness of that initial touch, then pushes his finger through the back of my head, lightly grabbing my hair as he intensifies the kiss. He slowly lowers himself onto my lap and pulls me close. He is heavy on me but I like it. I can feel him grinding against me lightly, his lips fluttering petal soft on mine as he tugs my hair. God, he’s making me so hot, this blend of animalism and tenderness. I pull away from him and kiss his neck, and pull his shirt down with my finger, kissing between his clavicles. His whole body stiffens, and I feel his bulge lurching inside his jeans. I take my cue and continue kissing his neck, graduating to kisses and bites. As I sink in my teeth, he moans and starts bucking his hips. I return to his lips and he starts to flicker his tongue into my mouth.</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">My whole body feels hot, and I want more. I kiss him some more, delicately, then abruptly push his chin upwards and bite his neck. Hard. I don’t restrain him in any way as he pulls my hair even harder, and kisses me again, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. His hand reaches for my tit and squeezes, a little too hard, before pinching my hard nipple through the fabric. Now it’s my turn to lose control, pushing my hips against his, feeling the heat of his cock through his trousers.</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He yanks up my dress, slipping his hand down the front of my leggings and burying his fingers in my slit. He starts rubbing my clit with his thumb, hard and fast. It feels good, but I know it will just end up hurting if he continues.</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“More like this...” I whisper in his ear, swirling my fingers on his neck the way that I like to touch myself. He complies, and I begin to moan like him. He bends down to suck and bite my nipples through my dress. I’ve never been terribly fast to cum, so it’s a shock when I do, bucking and moaning and even squirting a little into my knickers.</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Shivering, I reach for his waistband, below which I can see his cock clearly outlined. I stroke it and feel its heat. Suddenly inspiration strikes and I unbutton my dress, slipping off the top half and then removing my bra. It feels a bit unreal, being topless in the office. His eyes are riveted to my tits (I must say, I don’t blame him one bit). I take the little bottle of moisturiser I keep on my desk and pour a generous amount between them, then scoot down so that I knelt, leaning backwards with my back on the seat. It’s his turn to be an exhibitionist. I unbutton him and free him from his too tight underwear. His hair is darker here, more of an auburn. He instantly understands what I’m thinking about and pushes my breasts around his cock to form a slippery channel. The sight of his cock head, slipping in and out between my tits, makes me wet all over again. I smile up at him and flicker my tongue out to touch his head, hoping to make him cum before too long. I don’t know when the cleaners come, exactly.</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He shoots over my decollete, with a small drop landing on my chin. I lick it off, gazing into his half closed eyes, then reach for some tissues. He steps away, almost shy now, and zips up.</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Well, I’m off home now. But be sure to call me again if you have any issues.” He winks and leaves. I lean back, suddenly conscious of the smell of sex in the air.</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Just before I shut down, I see a new .txt file, right in the middle of the desktop, named Open Me. I obey. Inside is a mobile phone number... and a url to a reddit profile. I email the file to myself and hurry out the door. I know better than to open it on my work computer. My mind flashes back to that discussion we had about <a href="http://www.reddit.com/r/ladybonersgw/">Ladybonersgw</a> and my heart starts racing again.</span></span></div>
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</b>Violet Veidthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06224959642625585774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049315120635492991.post-28752147007040162452013-07-12T12:32:00.001+01:002013-07-18T00:49:45.512+01:00Dreamy Teacher<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b id="docs-internal-guid-0a68a010-d2a6-c6e0-2f72-dd11824ac3ef" style="font-weight: normal;"></b><br /></span>
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<b id="docs-internal-guid-0a68a010-d2a6-c6e0-2f72-dd11824ac3ef" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Seeing him rocketed my heart into my throat, the same as all those years ago. He looked different in the details: shaggier hair, a tattoo that either hadn’t been there before (or covered by shirtsleeves in the classroom) but the tight arse, slim waist and hard, broad shoulders, were the same, even ten years later. Back then, as a shy sixteen year old, his encouraging my daily piano practice at school embarrassed me beyond belief. My cheeks remained reddened at the thought of him, even after I left school, though the reason why evolved. I wasn’t used to male attention, and certainly not that of a beautiful, fully grown man, without the teenage silliness present in even the coolest of my peers.</span></b></div>
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<b id="docs-internal-guid-0a68a010-d2a6-c6e0-2f72-dd11824ac3ef" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But that was back then— I moulted that skin, to become a journalist, barging backstage to interview an up and coming band. Of which he— my dreamy teacher, </span><span style="background-color: white; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">the cause of frenetic practise to please him,the subject of many a breath stopping late night fantasy</span><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">— was the drummer.</span></span></b></div>
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<b id="docs-internal-guid-0a68a010-d2a6-c6e0-2f72-dd11824ac3ef" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Hey, I know you! Mrs Bach!” His old, old nickname for me, given in honour of the hours I’d spent trying to wrap my fingers around the man from Eisenach’s fugues. My heart lurched again, seemingly loose from its proper moorings. He extended his hand, clasping mine briefly, then called the rest of the band over.</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Guys, this is one of my pupils from back in the day, here to do the interview. I am so fucking old.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“That’s a good wee pull quote,” I said, pulling out my dictaphone.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The interview went smoothly. The band said nothing untoward. Evidently they had become enough of a big deal to have been given some media training. Once I’d finished, they zoomed off to get ready for the show. But Mr Chester (or Mike, as I tried to remember to call him) stayed with me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“You know, it’s really good to see you again. It’s students like you who helped me cope with being a teacher.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Um... thanks.” I felt myself blush, every bit as red as teenage me. “You were definitely one of my favourite teachers. You showed me that being an adult didn’t have to be absolutely fucking miserable.” I felt humiliated as soon as it came out of my mouth, but he didn’t seem shocked. In fact he looked like he understood.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Well, I need to get going. Are you staying for the show?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I don’t have a ticket.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Fuck that. You can watch from behind the stage. Got a press pass or anything?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Not exactly...” My magazine was somewhat of a fly-by-night operation.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Well... if anyone asks, just say you’re my girlfriend.” He smirked and pulled me in for a hug. It felt... I don’t even have words. I felt like a desert being rained on for the first time in a decade, only more so. Soon blood not only suffused my cheeks, but every part of me. I wondered if he could feel the changes he was causing, which made me blush more. Then he pulled back, and softly kissed my forehead. “If anyone asks, I’ll back you up.” He walked off, waving cheerily. I just stood there dumbly.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But soon, their set started. The frontman strode on, arms up, charisma leaking from every orifice, but I had only eyes for the lean, dark man behind the drumkit. He wore a short sleeved checked shirt over a white tank top. He soon dispensed with the former. His sweaty, tattooed arms gleamed in the harsh stage lights, the light flickering with his movements, ranging from a hummingbird flutter on the snare to Thor-like strikes on the toms. I knew I should be taking in the whole band, making notes to round out my interview, but I couldn’t. Certainly the other musicians were more than competent, but I had eyes only for him. Seeing the band in reverse like this, with the drummer to the fore, made them seem like they were there to back him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Having his rhythm pulse through me felt unutterably erotic.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">When they had finished— after an encore, before which he swigged water from a bottle I handed him, and peeled off his sweat soaked vest— he bounced over to me. “We’re going round to Pete’s for some bevvies. Coming?” This one hour assignment had turned into an all night affair, but I had no complaints.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Back at Pete’s, we all had a few drinks, and more than a few spliffs, rolled by the bassist’s nimble fingers. Mike pretended to be shocked when I put one to my lips, then raised his eyebrows, impressed, when I blew out a couple of smoke rings. I smiled and passed to him. He inhaled deeply and breathed out to the ceiling, leaning back on the sofa cushions, his body sprawling into my space. I tried to screw my journalist head back on, taking mental notes on the guitarist’s self absorption, the bassist’s quiet virtuosity, and the way the singer clearly thought he had me entranced. Some bands seem to just love fitting the stereotypes. But the man beside me had my full attention. Together with the weed smoke and the way he magnetised my focus to him, I doubted I’d have any memories beyond what I had on the dictaphone to write my article with.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It was late, and I had a temping shift the next day. I excused myself.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Where do you stay?” Mike said. I named an area of the city. “Want to share a cab?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I told the taxi driver my location, and then Mike added his. He slumped against me, humming their encore song into my shoulder. I put my arm round him and smiled. Somehow, I didn’t think he would be making it to his house.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“So how did you end up here?” he said into my flesh, his voice sticky with smoke and whisky and... lust? His hand had found its way to my hip.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“It’s a long story.” I steeled myself. “Want to come up for a bit and hear it?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">His head lifted off my shoulder, his face a request for confirmation. I nodded, barely, and took his hand. I pushed the fare through the taxi driver’s window and thanked him; then I led my prize up the stairs before he could ask any questions about the second destination.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Amy.” he said, as we entered. “I’m not sure about this.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Not sure about what?” I opened my eyes wide and fluttered my lashes. “I thought I was going to tell you how I ended up in journalism?” He glanced at his feet and chuckled, then looked around taking in my studio flat. It’s tiny, but all my own.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Nice place.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I like living alone. Want anything to drink?” I went to boil the kettle, feeling the need for hydration rather than more intoxicants. I threw a peppermint tea bag in a mug and looked over at him expectantly.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Uh, water. Thanks.” Where was his rock n’ roll swagger now? I had to put him at ease quickly, if I planned to fulfill the dream of a lifetime.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Mike. I get it, I really do. I used to be your pupil. There’s a barrier in your head. But I’m twenty six now. I have grey hairs and back pain. I’m sure you knew I fancied you back then. But now I’m old enough to do something about it. You didn’t invite yourself up here; I did.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I thought you were going to tell me how you got into journalism?” He grinned at me wolfishly. I walked across the room with my tea and his water and sat next to him on the sofa.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Well. I did a degree in...” He leaned over and softly kissed me, his silky lips barely making contact with mine. My hands twined themselves through his hair. My palms felt hungry for the feel of his skin. His fingers stroked up my belly to my tits, stroking my nipples, then withdrawing, touching, withdrawing... I moaned through his lips, and swung a leg over him, connecting my core with his through our clothing. He gently parted his lips from mine and laughed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“You like that?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Evidently.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I had worn rather a low cut top, which made it easy for him to pull it down, exposing me. His mouth began to tease my nipple, flickering his tongue, squeezing lightly with his teeth, before pulling back to kiss my lips again. My tortured nipple stood out, the wetness from his mouth chilling it and making it even harder. My hips began to move against his. I felt the hardness I had prompted below me, grinding on my pussy, which made me near-mad with lust. I pushed his head back down to my nipple, as guttural, animal noises ripped from my throat. Usually, I’m the tease, the one who has the male begging for the next morsel of relief. But I had waited ten years for this. I didn’t have the patience.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I’m going to ask you something, and I want you to promise not to kill me.” I looked down at his flushed face, into his dilated pupils. “Are you sure about this. We’re both pretty high...”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Mike... I’ve been thinking of this night for ten years. It’s definitely not just the weed.” He seemed satisfied by that, and got back to alternately teasing my nipples, leaving me guessing as to whether he would bite, or blow, or suck... I began to feel my clothes as unbearable constraints, and stood to ease them off. He watched intently, but not as closely as I watched him. His charisma made him seem to occupy a larger space and draw more attention than a normal man. I didn’t blame my seventeen year old self for being maddened by him. I owed him a great deal (not counting my Grade 8 Merit pass in piano). His aura had wound itself around my life, exhorting me to push a little harder and further in everything I did, always with my goal in mind. Perhaps, this evening, I would begin to repay him a little.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I removed all my clothes, but when I began to pull my underwear towards the floor, he signalled to leave them on. I nodded, then leaned over, unbuttoning his shirt, which he shrugged off, then knelt between his knees and unbuttoned his jeans. I looked at his face; at first he seemed impassive, then he gave me that damned lopsided grin. I smiled back and pulled them down a little, at once releasing his hardened, precum-moistened cock. I touched my tongue to the tip, my eyes still riveted to his. His lips had parted a little, and his breath had quickened. “Let’s see how much he likes being teased.” I thought.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I swirled my tongue round the head, collecting every salty-tangy drop of his fluids, then engulfed him in my mouth. He pulled his jeans down further, letting me stroke his balls and allowing an experimental finger beneath. My eyes had closed, making the situation seem a little more unreal. Here was my hot-ass teacher, on my sofa, and here I was in front of him, delivering the best blowjob of my life so far. I dismissed my uncertainly of reality as unimportant, wetting my finger in my mouth and stroking round the rim of his arse. I could feel him clenching and releasing, and mirrored the rhythm with my cunt. I sucked him lazily. I didn’t want him to cum, not yet.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I pulled away, and took his hand. I led him to the bed, where he took off his jeans entirely and peeled away his socks.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“See how wet you’ve made me?” I guided his hand to my cunt, allowing him to slip his blunt fingers between my lips. His fingers wandered inside me, curling in and pushing against my G spot. I spasmed around them, and weakened, moving from a kneeling position to a supine one. His musician’s fingers stroked up, under the soaked fabric of my underwear, to where my clit throbbed, echoing the hardness of his cock. He pulled his hand away, and I moaned with frustration. He licked my juices off his fingers, taking his cock in his hand and wanking to my taste. Then he kissed me again, not teasingly like before, but fucking my mouth with his tongue, smearing his pussy flavoured lips over mine, mingling my juice with his precum in my mouth. Then he returned to my core, pulling my underwear roughly down my thighs and sucking hard on my clit, before rolling his tongue over it. I felt his fingers inside me again, first the index, then the first two, then the index and pinkie... he experimented with combinations while his tongue laved over me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Then, he started to tease my nether orifice just as I had done to his, circling it with a finger damp with my own juices before slipping one in, then another. My arse is so sensitive it’s like flicking a light switch inside me; before long I was cumming in his face. He kept licking and finger fucking me until my convulsions subsided, then knelt back, grabbed his jeans and pulled a condom from the pocket. He sheathed himself and placed his tip at my entrance. He filled me slowly, my eyes closing with bliss before opening wide at shock at how full I felt. It’s odd how it can be hard to judge the girth of a man before feeling him inside.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“So... thick...” I managed to gasp, before he started fucking me properly. At first his pace was leisurely, but soon his hips were bucking wildly as he fucked his way to his own orgasm. I grabbed his bum and pulled him into me deeper, hungry for that feeling of being stretched almost too wide. It didn’t take him long. His face looked almost pained as he came, my cunt tingling deliciously as though his orgasm was being passed nerve to nerve.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He lay on me for a long moment, panting, then rolled off to lie at my side. Our hands found each other.</span><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">His broad, golden skinned chest had warmed in the sun, pinkening somewhat. Dumb bastard never put on sunscreen. I grab my own bottle and he rolls his eyes and smirks. I swing my bare leg over him, and squeeze some gloopy factor 50 into my palm. I begin to smooth it into his chest. I felt the heat of his skin on my legs; it reminded me of sunbathing on smooth, sun warmed rocks as a child in Finland. Just above the fork of my legs, I saw him twitch a little under his shorts. He likes it when I’m brazen. We are in our back garden, with its 6 foot modesty fence, so I can afford to be so. Assuming the neighbours aren’t watching though their back windows.</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I continue to lotion his chest, savouring the feel of his firm, strong muscles under the skin, and the roughness of his hair against my palms. My hands find his nipples in their travels; I apply more lotion and move my palms in circles over them, before moving on to his broad shoulders and his neck. Now I really have his attention; if there’s one thing he likes more than nipple play, it’s attention to his neck. It’s funny, I thought that was a girl thing before I met him. It goes to show how silly stereotyping can be. His cock is fully, unconcealably erect, and I fancy I can see a spot of precum soaking through the fabric of his straining shorts.</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">He takes the bottle of lotion himself, now, and pours a generous amount into his own palms. He reciprocates my attentions, lotioning my <em style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-style: normal; line-height: 16px; white-space: normal;">décolleté</em> and shoulders, then working it into my upper back. Suddenly I feel a release of tension around my back, and my bikini top slips down my arms. He pulls it off fully and smiles slow and broad as he squeezes the lotion into his palms. It feels cold on my nipples, and I feel the blood rush into them as they erect. I feel deliciously exposed like this, although, as I mentioned, it’s unlikely anybody can see us.</span></span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Much as I’m enjoying his attentions, I crave something more. I pull off his shorts, freeing his cock from its constraints. It springs up, gleaming in the sun. Though we’ve been together for some time now, I still get caught off guard by the sight of it; golden skin, a little darker than the rest of him, a dripping wet ruby head, and so thick around I can’t quite clasp it in my hand. I pull off my bikini bottom now, and see how wet he has made me already. He pulls off his shorts the rest of the way and puts his hands on my waist, just where my hips flare out from my body, and locks his dark eyes to mine. He bites his lip in the way that sends a flutter throughout my body.</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I position his tip at my opening, and take him inside me; but he grabs my hips and forces me to take the rest of him at an infuriatingly slow pace. My breath hisses out as his thick cock fills me up; reaching deep inside and touching that spot inside me that brings tears to my eyes.</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I begin to rock my thighs, barely thrusting an inch, grinding my swollen clit against his pubic bone. He tolerates this for a time, that same lazy smile on his face, but suddenly his face darkens and he grabs me again, increasing the rhythm and depth until he’s pounding me and I’m biting my lips to stay quiet. His fingers lock around my nipples, pulling, squeezing and making me feel like I might cum on the spot. Finally I can take no more and pull away, mounting his face instead. His expert tongue does its work, while his thick fingers work their way into my arse, well lubricated by my cunt juices. The combination of his tongue and fingers cause a tingly orgasm, like bubbles of pleasure rising to my skin and bursting. I manage to keep quiet, apart from a loud gasp after its passing.</span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Now I’ve had mine, he moves me back to his cock. But this time he angles my hips, subtly hinting at what he wants. He’s more than earned it, and I’m sure he prepared me well enough; I grab his slippery cock with one hand and guide it into my arse. His eyes squeeze shut as I carefully take his whole length inside me, and then open to see what he has told me is his favourite sight: my twitching, post orgasmic pussy, with his cock fucking my arse below. This image, together with my fingers on his nipples, make him cum explosively in my arse. He moans aloud as he fills me up. I hold him inside me for a while longer, then lie beside him, naked in the sun.</span></div>
<br /><span style="font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><span style="font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He gazes over at me and smirks again, his fingers twining in my hair.</span></span>Violet Veidthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06224959642625585774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049315120635492991.post-84180676671218079692013-06-21T11:30:00.000+01:002013-06-23T13:40:40.949+01:00Instant messaging tryst<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b id="docs-internal-guid-65430f3f-6648-6a86-b6dd-692d75959744" style="font-weight: normal;"></b><br /></span>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Penny: </span><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">hey. How’s it going?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Penny: </span><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">mutton... flaps? :/</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Penny: </span><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">only boring people get bored :p</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Penny: </span><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">sooo.... what have you been up to?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">me: </span><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Staring at this screen. Forever.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Penny: </span><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Did you see the pics from the party on Saturday?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Penny: </span><span style="color: blue; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">this one?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I clicked, to see Penny as I had never seen her before. Her dark hair soaked and clinging seal-slick to her skin, a little smirk of triumph on her face. Not to mention completely naked. She’s more or less as I pictured her; amber skin covering shapely flesh, her breasts slight in size but each looking like they’d fit into the palm of my hand. I feel blood throb into my cock, and soon I had to adjust my posture to conceal my arousal.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">me: </span><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">no, I haven’t. oh my god.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Penny: </span><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> So what happened: I met a guy there who was on the swim team of a rival college.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">So I dove in. Did two laps, underwater. Then came out to applause. He didn’t mention nudity as part of the bet, but, well, I thought why not? Getting out of a bikini underwater is more impressive than just taking off your shorts.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I usually pride myself on my perfect typing, but she had provoked me beyond reason.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Penny: </span><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">so, I guess I discovered I’m an exhibitionist... ;)</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Penny: </span><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">and we found a spare bedroom...</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Me and the girl 69d while the guy watched for a bit, then he fucked me while she ate me out :)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Ahhh :) afterwards I felt totally relaxed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The opposite to me, then. I hoped I could transport this erection to the toilets undetected, to get rid of it. Part of my arousal came from picturing Penny behaving so far out of character. She’s usually so quiet and dignified, with an underlying sharp wit I adore. Besides that, up till now, I hadn’t known anything about her. I tucked my cock under my belt where it pulsated insolently, took a breath, and walked towards the bathrooms.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I spotted her after she saw me, striding, swaggering really, to the same destination from the other end of the corridor. The bathrooms in our building are all unisex; stalls each have their own washbasin, connected by a common hallway. So there was nothing unusual about us entering the corridor together, where we stepped unseen into the same cubicle.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">My lips and hands seem magnetised towards the woman I had seen in the photograph. I could feel her smiling into the kiss, her hands sliding under my shirt to caress my back. I pushed her against the wall and dug my hard cock into her leg. I knew it would hurt her; I wanted the bitch to see what she’d done to me. She bit my lower lip and pulled away, running her teeth over my flesh, and forced her hand between our bodies, undoing my trousers and pulling my cock free. I reciprocated, by unbuttoning her blouse and yanking down the cups of her bra. Her plum coloured nipples were as hard as my cock, and I drew a satisfying gasp from her as I sucked one into my mouth. The warmth against my lips was delicious. I reached under her conservative, knee length skirt, and stroked her mound under layers of underwear and tights. Her grasp on my cock was driving me mad. I located the beginning of a little hole at the seam of her tights and tore it wider, pulled her knickers aside and slid my fingers between her lips, feeling her heat and wetness, then slid higher to feel her clit throb against my fingertips.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She got the message, straddling me, and pulling a condom out of her cardigan pocket. She sheathed me expertly and stood, manoeuvering the tip of my cock to her opening. I felt myself slowly engulfed in her, her flesh sucking in around me until I was surrounded by her heat. I found her clit with my thumb and closed my eyes, praying I would last long enough to please her. As she began to rock her thighs, she grunted, repositioned my hand a little, and squeaked as though stifling a scream.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">When I opened my eyes again, hers had closed. One hand was on her nipple, her other was on my chest, exploring my chest under my shirt, alternately stroking and scratching, pausing to pinch at my own nipple. I pushed her hand away; I was close enough as it was. I began to move my thumb on her clit rather than just allowing her to rock it at her own pace, and was soon rewarded by a quickening of breath. Her cunt squeezed me harder and harder, then I felt her muscles fluttering around me as she gasped and spasmed and ran her nails into my chest. My balls bunched against my body as I took in the sight of her. When I came, I bit my lip so hard to stay quiet that I tasted blood.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She stood, rebuttoned herself, checked herself in the mirror, and smoothed her hair. She glanced down at her ruined tights and simply took them off, putting them in the bin. She smiled at me, cheekily squeezing the tip of her tongue between her teeth, and left, silently, leaving me in the wreckage of my own preconceptions.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I returned to my desk, and entered my password. I realised I had left with the chat log on the screen; I glanced around, but my officemates seemed oblivious to what had happened. I tried to get back to work, and actually made a little progress, but the notification ping sounded again and I rapidly alt-tabbed back to the chat window.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A harsh proviso, but one I was willing to accept.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Clarissa strode through the Moreno's vestibule. She turned quite a few heads as she did so; though beautiful women weren't rare in this exclusive Las Vegas casino, few had Clarissa's gravitas. She was tall (even without her six inch heels) with long, deep red hair cascading to the middle of a smooth, pale back. Her skin there was left bare by a gown which was as subtly glamorous as it was expensive. She walked into the elevator.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Richard Morano saw her reflection in the penthouse window first, and caught his breath. He turned, to see her standing, smirking before him. He had just enough time to admire her dress before she unhooked it at its halter neck and let it fall to the floor, showing her flawless body wrapped in wisps of lingerie. His jaw dropped a little. She advanced and grabbed his tie, using it to yank him to his feet.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"I hope you're ready for me, Morano." she murmured, and kissed him fiercely, pulling back suddenly and pushing him back onto the bed. She removed the tie from his neck, using it to bind his wrists to the bed, and snarled as she tore open his shirt, pearl buttons scattering over the floor. She kissed him again with lips and tongue and teeth, like a warrioress claiming her battle spoils, scratching her nails down his chest to mark him as hers. Richard was nothing loath to give into her unspoken demands. Though he was powerfully dominant in business, in the bedroom he loved letting a glorious creature like Clarissa take the reins.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">She undid his belt, sliding it through the loops and pulling it away, before unbuttoning his trousers and pulling them off with his underwear. His cock sprang free, a drop of precum glistening at its tip, showing his anticipation. Clarissa looped the belt around her hand, pushed the crotch of her underwear to one side and straddled him, absorbing his girthy cock in one stroke. She screamed, scraping her nails down him again, and began riding him, rocking her hips and grinding her clit into his pubic bone. He moaned and began thrusting into her, but it wasn't enough to satisfy her hungry cunt. She slapped his own belt into his thigh and growled, "Fuck me harder, you brute."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Richard fixed his eyes on the beautiful, ferocious nymphomaniac impaled on him, using him like a sex toy for her relief. Her full tits, now freed from her bra, undulated in her hands, her fingers pinching on her pale pink nipples. He could feel his orgasm build up in his balls- it took all his restraint to hold back till she came. When her orgasm hit her, the sensation of her pussy contracting seemed to almost suck the cum out of him, his moans blending with hers.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I feel a finger slide inside me. My cock twitches when I realise that it’s the finger you had inside yourself, lubricated by your arousal. This is another thing you love because of my initial aversion. You took great delight in corrupting me, making me into the sort of man who will beg for your attentions on my hole. I squeak as your finger reaches its mark. My orgasm feels unbearably close, but you pull your lips away from me, maintaining your attentions with the spray on my tightly clenched balls and your finger on my prostate. I grunt with frustration as my ruined orgasm tingles through me. You smirk up, licking my cum off your lips with your sharp pink tongue. I feel like an addict chasing the intensity of their first high.</span><br /><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></b><br /><b id="internal-source-marker_0.9852675956208259" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px;">Photo credit: <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pezz/3329540813/">Josh Pesavento</a></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I glance at my watch. An hour has passed. I curse under my breath, call a taxi and prepare to inform my boss. I’ll need to think up a good excuse this time. She has begun to comment on my frequent lateness.</span></span></b></div>
Violet Veidthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06224959642625585774noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049315120635492991.post-23175826442583886432012-12-16T12:03:00.000+00:002013-07-12T12:37:38.049+01:00#SixSentenceSunday: a little snippet of dialogue from Neighbourly Behaviour<span id="internal-source-marker_0.5091040151134059" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">"Look,
I know what you’re worried about. But it’s not like that, honestly. I
seduced you [trying the word on for size, she found she rather liked it]
because I wanted to do something a bit crazy, and I thought you were
hot. I want to have some fun with you, before I go up to Aberdeen where
the sun probably won’t come out for the time I’m there. Besides...” and
she paused, looking away embarrassed.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“Besides...?”</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“When
I... touch myself, I always end up thinking of the same thing. A
strong, experienced man who will take me and use me for his pleasure, as
his toy."</span><br />
<br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Neighbourly-Behaviour-ebook/dp/B00AM2RFKY">Read on...</a> </span>Violet Veidthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06224959642625585774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049315120635492991.post-6083986482424400332012-12-12T15:57:00.001+00:002013-07-18T00:52:45.443+01:00Neighbourly Behaviour: a teaser<span id="internal-source-marker_0.7812291196529015" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">His eyes blazed. He said,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“Stand up.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">She obeyed instantly.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“Now
take off your dress.” She obeyed smartly but he stopped her saying,
“Slow.” in a lust thickened voice. She peeled the soft cotton dress up
over her slim, soft thighs, then slowly revealed her little pink
boyshorts. The crotch was unconcealably wet. She continued, slowly, as
instructed, pulling the dress up to reveal her plump little tits, which
sat high on her slender rib cage. Then she pulled the dress over her
head and held it, unsure what to do with it. He took it from her, and
cast it into the corner. He didn’t plan for her to be clothed over the
rest of the evening.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">He
reached over, and pulled her knickers down, as though unwrapping a
gift. His eyes, which had been half closed with lust, snapped open at
the sight of her treasure. She was waxed bare except for a slender
landing strip, the same sandy brown of her hair. Her lips were puffy,
visible from the front. The skin over this most delicious portion of her
was paler than her belly and thighs, belieing the briefness of that
bikini she had worn on the beach during her breaks. He knew how much she
must have enjoyed attracting gazes, strolling around in that little
number. He admired how the pale skin covering her pudenda blushed at the
separation, how the little gap between her thighs illuminated the cleft
from behind. Her lips shone with the liquid his firm touch had
expressed from her. His cock lurched at the thought of taking this eager
girl and giving her a fuck to remember for the rest of her life.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“Lie back down on the bed. And spread your legs.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">His
wish was her command. She lay down, exposing herself for him to see.
She moaned as she felt his fingers touching her firmly, slipping in
between her lips level with her wet hole, wandering inside a little,
lubricating themselves. Then she moaned as he slid upwards. His fingers
collided with her swollen, horny clit and she howled at the intensity of
sensation. He began to slide his fingers up and down, now fast, now
teasingly slow, making her buck her hips against his hand. When given
the proper stimulation, Melissa was prodigiously orgasmic. She could
feel the tingles of her orgasm building up, but subsiding sharply as he
took his fingers away. She opened her eyes, and looked at him
beseechingly. He raised an eyebrow at her, still fully clothed, sharply
contrasting with her frank nudity. He touched his wet fingers to his
lips, kissing them, then licking her flavour off them.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“You taste so good.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00AM2RFKY">Did this pique your interest? </a></span>Violet Veidthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06224959642625585774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049315120635492991.post-50218595588791879012012-12-06T14:36:00.002+00:002013-02-01T09:29:46.221+00:00Strap on vignette<i><a href="http://fiverr.com/violet_veidt/write-erotica-based-on-your-innermost-fantasies"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Written in response to a Fiverr request</span></a></i><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span id="internal-source-marker_0.18964481241671338" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">We're
at your place, mostly naked, kissing fiercely. We're occasional friends
with benefits: we don't often find time in our busy schedules for each
other, but when we do, it's electric. It's wonderful to play with a male
whose mind is as depraved as my own. So I'm not surprised when you
bring it out, but not a little excited.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">"I
bought this when I knew for sure you'd be coming over." You have a
charming little blush on your face, colouring your cheeks and extending a
little onto your bare chest. Your cock, bulging below your underwear,
is visibly twitching. I am already nude, my hardened nipples giving away
my own extreme arousal. I slip on the straps, sliding my soaking cunt
onto the smaller of the two dildoes, moaning as I engulf it. I turn on
the vibrator, and bite my lips. I turn it down a little, not wanting to
cum before I’ve satisfied you. Once I’ve adjusted it to fit, I grab your
hair and pull your face to my crotch.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“Suck me, slut.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">You
comply. God, you look so hot sucking my cock, swirling your tongue
round the tip. I can see precum leaking through your underwear, and I
can practically feel it flowing from my own fake cock in response to
your lips. I grab your head and force it down, feeling resistance at the
back of your throat, fucking your face relentlessly. I clutch my tits,
pinching my nipples at the sight of you. When I pull out, your lips are
swollen. You look so slutty and eager.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“Turn over.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">I
roughly yank down your underwear, revealing your puckered hole. I’m so
horny I can’t resist my filthier impulses. I feel you gasp as I start to
rim you, fucking you roughly with my tongue. I feel your arse
twitching, and your moans are driving me insane. I reach for the lube on
the nightstand, and introduce one, then two, then three fingers into
you. Then I lie back, and grab your hips, manoeuvering you onto my thick
cock.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“Oh fuck, oh god yes,” you moan, as you slowly engulf the thick dildo in your arse. I slap your bottom and growl,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“Ride
me whore.” You are nothing loath. Oh god, you look so sexy bouncing up
and down on my strap on. I love that I’m filling your horny, hungry
arse, your cock is leaking onto my belly, the vibe buzzing my clit. I
lean forward to lick your cock clean, and you fuck my mouth as I fuck
your arse. The vibe, my fingers squeezing my nipples, your salty juices
on my tongue, it’s all too much and I cum, convulsing around the dildo
inside me. I lean back, stroking your face, and murmur,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“Cum
for me, slut.” I grasp your cock, well lubed by my saliva, and let you
fuck my hand, your eyes screwing tight as you ride ever closer to your
own orgasm. I feel your warm cum spray over my neck, my full, bouncing
tits, and my tummy. I can’t resist tasting your essence on my nipples.
You collapse forward and we embrace.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“Once you’ve recovered, it’s my turn,” I whisper in your ear, and I feel you smile.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00AUMSFNC"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><i>If you liked this, you'll love </i>Strap on Honeymoon,<i> now available on Amazon.</i></span></a> </span>Violet Veidthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06224959642625585774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049315120635492991.post-39113210165063203202012-11-17T13:02:00.000+00:002013-08-05T15:57:22.221+01:00Exhibitionism in a Restaurant<i style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">Partly
based on a woman whom I saw in a restaurant in Prague. This happened
years ago, but I never forgot her.</i><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
<span id="internal-source-marker_0.23750859216969467" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">I had chosen a restaurant on a
recommendation from a client. Skylights filled the room with natural
light, and climbing plants twined up to the ceiling. I sipped on my gin
and tonic. The tonic was some artisan brand,which perfectly complemented
the Hendricks gin. It was garnished with wafer thin slices of cucumber
and fragrant pink rose petals. I've always taken a pride in my
preference for and insistence on beauty. I would be coming here again. I
use the gin and tonic as a sort of barometer. But it was a distraction
from my impatience. I had told my girl to be here at 5:30pm
precisely.Ridiculously early, I know, but it was a little leniency which
I knew would soothe her: few people dine at this hour, so the place
would be quiet. I would be pushing her boundaries tonight. All night.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">Ah.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">She
wore her long, wool coat, the deep wine tone setting off her lightly
tanned skin. I observed the stilettos she wore, which she walked in
effortlessly. It had taken months of drilling, but my god it was worth
it. The waiter who had greeted her asked if he might take her coat. Her
cheeks flushed,and her eyes met mine. I fixed my gaze on her, and
nodded. She unfastened the three buttons holding the garment closed
over her slim torso, and allowed the young man to remove it.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">Beneath,
she wore a dress which was simply extraordinary. It barely covered her
pert arse and dipped low between her tits in the front. The dress (such
as it was) shimmered with sequins, which almost completely covered the
fabric underneath. Almost. I noted that the dress itself was somewhat
see through: not very obviously, but perhaps one could spy a dark nipple
when the light hit her just right. In a more respectable dress, the
effect would have been superbly subtle, but in this number, better
suited to a dancer in a music video, she looked delightfully slutty. The
waiter's eyes bugged, hardly believing what he had unveiled. She turned
and thanked him mildly, and began her descent down the stairs. Mmm.
There are few things I enjoy more than watching a woman who knows how to
move walking downstairs. The place was nearly empty, but every eye in
the place focussed on her, pair by pair. I spotted a teenage boy who
looked like he had won the lottery, a disapproving doyenne with her
husband smirking approval, and one of the wait staff, a slim, wiry male.
He didn't belie any emotion; he merely observed her, his black eyes
fixed on her.Then his eyes moved over to me. He nodded at me, barely.
Meeting his gaze, I raised my glass a few millimetres. He smiled, and
strode across to my table,pulling out my girl's seat for her. She sat
down gracefully, despite her clear embarrassment. I took her hand and
kissed it gently.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">"Would you like to order any drinks?" asked the waiter, passing us menus as if from nowhere.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">"We'll
have two more gin and tonics, please." He scrawled it in his notebook
and shimmered away. I ran my eyes over her. The blush extended as far as
I could see, but her large dark eyes met mine. They shimmered with
excitement, almost as bright as her dress. She passed a flat box across
the table to me. I opened it, finding a remote control.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“Good
girl,” I said, and switched on the vibe which she wore in her thong to a
low, teasing hum. Her lips quivered. The waiter soon returned with our
drinks. I ordered hors d'oeuvres for us both. He seemed unfazed by my
taking control of the situation,confirming my suspicions about him being
a kinky bastard. He would be a useful ally. The food was excellent, but
I don’t remember too much of it, I’m afraid.My attention was all on my
beautiful glittering slut, her legs pulsing together seemingly without
her noticing, her nipples prominent beneath the sequins. She had
difficulty concentrating on her meal. I gave her a little slap on the
thigh, to remind her to try to act naturally as far as possible. She
straightened her back and daintily brought the food to her lips. I love
watching her mouth. I had plans for it.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">Between
courses, I popped a steel butt plug in her little clutch purse. She
watched me, nodded, and walked to the bathroom. From the way the vibe
had her squirming in her seat, I guessed she would have little
difficulty lubricating the plug. The view of her sashaying to the
bathroom on those heels, her lovely arse swaying under that obscene
dress, was a joy to see. I glanced around, enjoying the stares she was
attracting. The quietness of the restaurant made her almost more
exposed, the attentions of the other diners so much more intimate.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">I
was impressed by her composure as she returned, just in time for our
mains. The waiter didn’t miss the little “clink” as she sat down.Up till
now he had been impassive, but now he raised his eyebrows at
me,smiling. “Enjoy your meal,” he murmured, then actually winked at her.
I liked him. I don’t typically share my toys, but I don’t mind others
looking. An idea began to form. I nudged up the vibration a little.
Together with the plug in her exquisitely sensitive arse, I knew she
would be reaching her edge. I needed to slap her lovely thighs a few
more times to get her to finish her dinner.Poor old me.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">I’m
not sure how much of her penne pesto she tasted, but finally she took
her final bite and demurely sipped her water. I caught the eye of our
waiter (I planned to call the management later to commend his excellent
service) and mimed a scribble in the air, requesting the bill. He
nodded, and came to clear our table.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“Are you sure I can’t tempt you with dessert, sir?”</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“Would you like anything?” I asked her. She shook her head,and the waiter left for the bill. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“Wrong answer.”</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">I
pushed up the vibrator to its highest setting. I could hear faint
buzzing under the table, and fancied I could smell her arousal. She
couldn’t conceal her orgasmic gasp, which arrived just as the waiter
returned with the bill in a small leather folder. He glanced at her, but
was otherwise a model of professionalism. I glanced at the bill and
transferred some bills from my wallet, including a generous tip for our
friend. I looked at my girl, post orgasmic glow tempering her
humiliation.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“Would
you mind kicking in on the tip, dear.” She immediately realised what I
was asking. She glanced around, and then unfastened the halter top of
her dress. Her firm, tanned tits capped with their brown nipples were
displayed to the leering waiter for a second, then covered again,a
charming blush infusing her cheek. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">We
walked up the stair, then she held her arms out and allowed the waiter
to slip her coat onto her. I nodded to him, and he grinned. I walked
fast, almost making her stumble on her heels to keep up. I pulled her
into a dark, secluded alley, which connected to the main road. Anyone
who cared to glance at the right angle would see us. I pushed her to her
knees, not caring about her outfit or comfort at this point, pulled out
my aching,throbbing cock, and shoved it down her throat. She gagged,
but I held inside her, knowing she would adjust to it. It felt amazing
to fuck her mouth to orgasm, feeling her tongue and throat almost
milking the cum out of me. I delivered my first rope of cum straight
into her belly, then fired the rest over her face and tits. I snapped a
picture of her, kneeling in the alley dressed like a whore, painted with
my cum. I leaned over, kissing her lips gently and smoothing my cum
into her skin. Not entirely, though. I made her wear my essence publicly
as we walked to my car. The evening had begun in fine style.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"><a href="http://wholesomeaddiction.com/archive41.60.html">This story featured on Wholesome Addictions' 49th podcast!</a></span>Violet Veidthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06224959642625585774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049315120635492991.post-90242536982031632002012-11-08T16:17:00.001+00:002013-02-01T09:30:35.576+00:00Massage<span id="internal-source-marker_0.6277009382953357" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">It
had been a rough day. I had to field complaint after complaint at work,
I had a gnarly headache and worst of all, anxiety disorder made me feel
like a caged animal. It was more a sense of not giving a toss anymore,
than any feelings of curiosity or arousal, that made me make the
appointment. I just wanted to feel good.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">When
I arrived, I instantly felt better. A melange of essential oils lightly
perfumed the air, and soft music was playing. The receptionist gave me
one of those smiles which lights up the world. She handed me a soft
bathrobe, a towel, and a basket for my clothes, before pointing me to
the shower. Once I had stripped off my clothes and stepped under the hot
spray, I felt quite a bit better. The intensity of the water pressure
and bright spotlights made me feel acutely awake. I towelled off, put on
the robe and entered the treatment room.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">He
was waiting. I shed my robe, baring myself to the stranger completely. I
felt a little exhibitionist thrill. I stepped over to the massage table
and lay face down.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“How can I help you today?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“I want to feel good. And relaxed.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“I see. Robe on or off?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“Off,”
I said firmly. He untied the sash of his silk robe, patterned like a
kimono but not as structured, and revealed himself to me. I felt a
sudden squeeze in my midsection. Of course, this was a classy
establishment, I wasn’t paying for anything but a full body massage. It
was okay though. Viewing him standing like a burnished statue was good
enough. His large, long fingered hands stretched and flexed, preparing
himself. I put my face in the face rest and nearly salivated at the
sight of his cock. He was fully flaccid, but his cock was perfect. Long,
cut, and caramel skinned with a lighter pink head. I longed to take it
between my lips.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">I
closed my eyes in relief as I felt his hands on me. He stroked my back,
using slow, light strokes, lubricating my back with frankincense
scented oil and assessing my tension levels. The experience of coming
in, scrubbing off the day’s dirt and seeing this beauty had done a great
deal to help me unwind, but I felt him gently palpating my neck and
lower back. I crooned gratefully as he increased the pressure on my
lumbar area, opening and releasing the knots resulting from poor posture
at a desk job. He moved up to my shoulders, and then spent a little
eternity on my neck, kneading the muscle fibres until they lengthened
and relaxed.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">After
these preliminaries, he swooped his hands down to my bum. My legs
separated for him, hopefully. He massaged each globe in turn, before
wrapping my legs in his hands and gently rubbing them up and down. His
hands on my inner thighs made me even more aware of the glowing
sensation in my pussy, generating a new tension I longed for him to
release.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“Turn over.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">I
obeyed. My nipples were hardened to stiff nubs. His face was impassive,
as he moved behind me and began to work on the anterior part of my
shoulders, working down my arms, soothing tension I hadn’t noticed up
till then. I longed for him to touch my breasts, not realising I was
arching my back to push them towards him, until his hand, softly
pressing on my belly, made me relax. The massage up to this point had
been relaxing, but now my breathing had released.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“Would
you like me to continue with a breast massage and release?” he said. He
spoke so impassively, he might have been offering me a cup of tea.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“Oh
god, yes” I replied. For the first time, he smiled. I was amazed at how
his face, which resembled ancient statuary, transformed. He looked
puckish and playful.His hands touched my tits, feather light, then
gently cupping, testing my pressure threshold, and finding no objection
in my reactions, began a slow, wonderful, massage. He took one breast in
both hands, at its base where it joined my body, and slid his hands to
the tip, ending with a little pinch on the nipple. The pressure was
delicious. I felt warm, drowsy and relaxed, but also incredibly horny.
It wasn’t a desperate, hungry feeling though, more like a wonderful glow
of arousal. I was ready for him to start touching my clit whenever he
was ready, but for now I savoured the feeling of him squeezing my
breasts, my cunt spasming at each touch on my nipples.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">My
eyes shot open as I felt his hand gently cupping my pussy. His
fingertips parted my lips, then pulled upwards to my clit, which was
protruding with arousal. He began to swirl his fingers around it,
sometimes alternating with a brisk rubbing motion which brought me
thrillingly close after the first few iterations. I wanted to feel him
inside me when I came, at least his fingers, so I moaned a little and
parted my legs. He interpreted my wordless request, sliding in one thick
but elegantly tapered finger from his other hand. It was swiftly
followed by another, and then three fingers were inside me, angled
inwards exerting pressure on my G spot. The addition of his remaining
fingers just on the rim of my nether hole was almost too much.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">He
kept me there, right on the edge, until my eyes opened and I weakly
pleaded for him to let me come. Then he did something wholly unexpected:
he leaned over and took my nipple into his mouth. The suction of his
full lips, combined with the taboo nature of what he was doing, not to
mention his expert attentions to my cunt, made me cum with incredible
intensity, squirting so hard some fluid landed on his thighs, He
adjusted his movements to my spasms, heightening it for me. When I was
spent, he quietly replaced his robe, and walked to the anteroom. He
returned with a steaming mug of tea for me. God, I love Britain.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“You look like you needed that.” The cheeky smirk was back.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“You have no idea.”</span>Violet Veidthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06224959642625585774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049315120635492991.post-63707374512027115302012-11-05T15:34:00.000+00:002013-02-01T09:30:49.328+00:00Pride March<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span id="internal-source-marker_0.023430394797051224" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">Nancy
pulled on her pink frilly knickers, a tie dyed rainbow shirt which she
tied at her waist, rainbow knee socks and her comfy black Doc Martens.
She sprang out the front door, waved to her neighbours (the nice old
lady and the not-nice old lady) and set off to the Pride march. On her
way, she saw many other people dressed in similarly bright and revealing
apparel.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">As
she waited for the march to start, she got started chatting to two cute
boys. She noted with delight that they both wore bisexual pride flags,
striped pink, lavender and blue, in their lapels. One introduced himself
as Nick and the other said:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“Call me Wolf.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“Why? Is that your name?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“He’s really called Sebastian.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“You can see why I prefer my surname. The full atrocity is Sebastian St. John Wolf.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“OK, then. Wolf,” said Nancy.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">The
march continued through the park, up the main street and then to a
carnival in the city square. Nancy roamed around, talking to various
friends and acquaintances. But she found herself talking to the two more
often than she expected. Nick was a tall, red haired, broad shouldered
boy who wouldn’t have been out of place at the prow of a Viking warship.
And Wolf was indeed of lupine character, with the fey deference suited
to an English public school boy, tempered with a wicked, dark deep,
tobacco roughened laugh. Both stimulated such different responses in
her. For Nick, she felt awed by his height and intelligence but
completely safe, by the way he spoke respectfully and gently guided her
away from the rougher and drunker element with his hand on the small of
her bare back.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">Wolf,
however, with his wicked black eyes rimmed with kohl, and his lithe
chest bare but for silky hair and tattoos, inspired rather different
feelings. On one hand, his chatty banter made her feel at home with him,
like they’d been friends for years. But something a little odd in how
his eyes darted over her body, in how his eyes smiled when he caught her
doing the same, made their conversation somehow not as light as it
sounded to eavesdroppers.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">The
festival was gearing down. The two asked Nancy if she’d like a glass of
cognac, and she agreed. She wondered what they had planned for post
cognac entertainment...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“So you’ve been single for a couple of years then?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“Yeah.” Nick shrugged.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“That must be hard.”<br class="kix-line-break" />“Single, not celibate.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“Only with guys though,” Wolf added. “His bi stamp’s well out of date. Kiss him, Nancy!”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“Wolf, you’re pissed!” cried Nancy, as her blood rushed to her cheeks.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“Go on, kiss him.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“Wolf, er...”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“He needs his bi card stamped!”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">Nick leaned in so Nancy could see that the blue of his irides were flecked with copper.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“This
is the fastest and most painless way of shutting him up.” His soft,
warm lips touched hers. His kiss was so soft and teasing, when he
separated from her, she immediately followed his lips to continue. He
cupped her face, kissing her for a second more, before glancing at Wolf.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“Do I need to fill out a form or anything? For this card stamping?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“One
eye witness is all that’s needed.” Wolf replied, giving a demon like
smirk to Nancy, who refused to let Nick go and was stroking his firm
body, seemingly in a trance.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">Nancy
relaxed back against Nick’s strong chest, stretching her neck out so
Nick could kiss and nibble at her. His strong hands explored her as she
had before, but never quite stroking her tits which ached for his
attentions. For his part, Wolf lay prostrate and began kissing her
creamy thighs, left bare between underwear and socks, kissing the inner
thigh and up over the top, but avoiding her most sensitive parts.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">The
two continued to stroke and kiss and tease her body until she was
moaning and arching her back.Wolf could see her cute knickers beginning
to soak through. His body flowed into cat position, with his nose tip
touching hers. He saw Nick’s eyes had half closed, and his hips were
gently bucking against hers. He knew that she must be feeling Nick’s
long shaft pushing between her buttocks, frotting in a way which pulled
at her underwear, making it squeeze against all her vulnerable spaces.
Together with his hard, strong hands exploring her... well, Wolf knew
how it felt. He watched Nick’s hands advancing beneath her shirt, soon
revealing her bare tits. She gasped as he brushed the brown nipples and
mocha coloured flesh with his fingertips. Wolf leaned in and gently
sucked a nipple into his mouth. He began stroking her pussy over her
underwear, longing to push his fingers deep into her and give her a
little taste of how he was going to fuck her.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">She
answered his unasked questions by grasping the garment at the hips, and
slowly pulling it down over her legs. Wolf caught his breath when she
revealed herself, her full lips covered in soft, trimmed hair, her clit
protruding from between them, seemingly begging for the touch of lips or
tongue. Nick had seemed lost in a reverie of gentle kisses and strokes
and soft undulation, but when he lifted her shirt over her head, she
suddenly felt vulnerable, nude before these two strong, fit boys, either
of whom could have pinned her with one hand.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“Um, things are going a little fast...”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“Oh, fuck. I’m sorry...”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“I just think I’d feel better if you guys were naked too.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">Neither
were anything loath to shed the rest of their clothes, stripping to
their underwear, before displaying themselves for Nancy’s approval. She
had to choke back a squeal of glee, seeing the two nude boys lying back,
hard and ready for her. Nick’s was leaking a tiny drop of precum; Nancy
licked it away with the tip of her tongue, then smiled and gave Wolf a
little kiss on his tip when he rolled over to demand her attentions. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“Wait.
You don’t get to stick that delicious cunt in my face and not let me
taste it. Lie down and get on with stamping his bi card, and spread
those legs for me.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">Nancy
obediently wrapped her lips around the long shaft, ringed with auburn
fur, which Nick eagerly pressed into her face. She licked away all the
fluid created by the delicious friction he had created against her arse,
then started sucking, creating gentle suction against him with her
mouth, taking him as far into her mouth as she could.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">Meanwhile
Wolf was similarly sucking on Nancy’s juicy clit, and moving his two
thick forefingers inside her cunt. His cock twitched as he felt just how
wet and hot she was, and how strongly she clenched around him. But he
had designs elsewhere. He withdrew the fingers, continuing his lazy
tongue movements on Nancy’s clit which kept her teasingly close to
cumming, and began to stroke them against her dark arsehole. Nancy had
her mouth full, but he tapped her face. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“Do you like what I’m doing?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">Nancy
took a few seconds to gasp “Don’t stop” before Nick slammed back in,
fucking her face hard and fast, on the edge. Wolf smirked and continued,
running the fingers wet with Nancy’s own juices into her arse. He could
feel her pulse, and the spasms of her muscles as her orgasm began to
explode inside her. He kept licking, slow and gently, as she gasped,
Nick pulling out of her throat to cum over her tits. He leaned back to
her, licking up Nick’s cum and kissing her with their tastes commingled
on her lips. Wolf felt his cock throb painfully as she enthusiastically
licked every drop from his lips.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">Wolf let them be for a few minutes, enjoying the naked cuddle puddle.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“Nancy...
would you mind awfully if I flipped you over and fucked you like a
choirboy?” The words seemed as good as any to introduce the subject.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“You mean up the arse?! I’m not sure...”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“Aw, but you loved it so much when I fingered you there...”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“Nancy. I wouldn’t turn down a fuck from this boy. And I’m a picky bastard.” said Nick, running his fingers through her hair.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“You’ve done it with him?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“Well, there are the nights we don’t pull and then we have to revert to each other. But he’s great for an inaugural experience.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“Well... if you lube me up really well...”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“You
haven’t been lubed” [he kissed her] “before you’ve been lubed up by
me.” He strolled over to a chest of drawers, and returned with armsful
of sex toys, condoms and lube. He dropped them on the bed, and returned
to Nancy and Nick’s arms. He slid his fingers along Nancy’s still
soaking slit, feeling her arch into his chest, moaning appreciatively.
He kissed her neck, and whispered in her ear.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“Now this is why I could never spurn females. Gotta love that lack of refractory period.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">Nancy
giggled. Nick quietly reached over, took a small plug, sheathed it in a
condom and applied a generous blob of lube. As Wolf gently stroked her
neck and pudenda, Nick slowly pushed in the tiny plug, no thicker than
his thumb, into Nancy’s orifice. He felt a slight resistance, before her
arse swallowed the plug up. He switched his attentions to her tits,
gently rolling her nipples between his fingertips. Nancy felt a little
shiver up her spine at the coldness of the lube, but before long, she
began to want something a little more in her. Nick prepared the next
size up, and Nancy opened her eyes as she felt the swap.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“That’s a bit big, but it feels ok.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“You’d
be surprised at what you can take, if you’re slow and use plenty of
lube. Ain’t that right Wolf?” Wolf grunted his assent. By now he had
started biting Nancy’s neck lightly, gradually applying more pressure,
looking for her pain boundaries. Nancy was so enjoying their twin
attentions that she barely paid attention to this statement.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“OK, I’ll take over. Nick, you take over cuddling duty. Or maybe you can give him another of your blowjobs, Nancy.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“I’m
still recovering from the first, mate.” Nick lay back, letting Nancy
lie prostrate on top of him. Wolf took out his favourite of the
collection, a large, rainbow coloured dildo which was easily as big as
his cock. He applied a condom, then applied a generous amount of lube to
its tip and some to Nancy for good measure. When she applied its tip to
her, she glanced over her shoulder and widened her eyes at the sight of
the thing Wolf planned to put in her.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“Jesus...”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“If
I can take it, you can take it. We’ll go super slow. And once we’ve
done with Rainbow Cock, you’ll be more than ready for me. And I [kiss]
am more than ready [kiss] for you.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">The
sound of his warm, rich voice in her ear, together with the feeling of
Nick’s strong arms around her, removed her trepidation. She moaned in
delight as he pushed the dildo into her, inch by inch. When he had it in
half way, he began fucking it back and forth, moving it into her a
little more each time. She started bucking her hips, until the whole
thing was inside her.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“Now
it’s my fucking turn.” said Wolf. He had taken every care in preparing
her, but now he was going to enjoy what was his. Every part of her.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">He
slid into her hot cunt, fixing his gaze on her. He savoured every inch
as he pushed into, hardly able to believe that fucking this gorgeous
pussy was only foreplay. Nancy moaned, long and low. Her cunt had been
almost neglected up to this point, and it felt incredible to have him
sliding against her swollen tissue. Nick reached down and began to
stroke her tits again, occasionally pinching the nipples gently, then
harder. Wolf continued, then pulled out and spat</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“Turn over.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">Nancy
flipped over obediently. Wolf lined up his sheathed, dripping cock with
her arse, and pushed until the thick head popped in, prompting a squeal
of delighted shock from Nancy. He paused for a second, before settling
into a slow, easy rhythm. He savoured the feeling of her bum pushing
against his thighs, and her tight hole gripping on him. He reached
underneath her, took a tit in each hand, and started fucking her for
real, as hard as he would fuck her cunt. Nancy was consumed with the
sensation of him filling her. All too soon, Wolf was gasping from the
intensity of his orgasm. He pulled out and collapsed into the pile of
bodies, adoring the contrast between Nick’s pale, hard body and Nancy’s
soft brown curves.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">It was late, much later than they had expected. Of course, Nick and Wolf insisted that Nancy stay over.</span>Violet Veidthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06224959642625585774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049315120635492991.post-6910379845740342992012-11-02T08:55:00.002+00:002013-02-01T09:31:24.305+00:00Anal initiation<span id="internal-source-marker_0.7906085781320236" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“What
did he say?” Anna fixed her eyes on her old friend, in that way that
had always made her spill whatever secret she was trying to keep.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“He said... he wanted... anal...” muttered Taylor, trailing off at the end and blushing scarlet.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“So what did you say?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“No, obviously. Then he said I was a prude, and a daddy’s girl, and... ohhh. I don’t want to talk about it any more.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">Anna
was stroking Taylor’s shoulders, and found her hands tensing up, almost
squeezing too hard. She breathed deep to keep her body in check. That
little bastard, trying to pressure her into something she didn’t want to
do.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“OK, the problem here is that you made your boundaries clear, and he walked up and pissed on them. Tay, that’s not...”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“But
then I got thinking. And part of the reason I was attracted to him was
to shed the part of me that... doesn’t want to. I do want to. Well, it’s
more the idea of doing something taboo.” Taylor was sitting cross
legged on the bed, gazing away from Anna out of the window. Though she
was avoiding eye contact, Anna could sense her determination.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“But it’s for the wrong reasons. Look...”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“So I was thinking. Maybe you could show me.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“...”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">Unusually,
Anna found herself speechless. Her friend was propositioning her for
sex? After all these years? She had to say no, obviously. Taylor was
feeling vulnerable, it would be unthinkable to take advantage of her.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">But Taylor always looked before she leaped. Even when she was leaping into something a little wild...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“Are you sure, Tay?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“Well, I think so.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“Well, if I’m doing anything you don’t like, speak up, ok?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">Anna
had been in similar situations with apparently straight girls before,
and she usually had no difficulty with helping a girl explore,
especially cute redheads with freckles and white underwear. But they
were usually both quite drunk, and they usually weren’t childhood
friends. Anna felt uncharacteristically shy and unsure how to proceed.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“Here.
Maybe a glass of wine will help,” Taylor said, and pulled a bottle of
cheap white from her handbag. Anna smirked at her: it was the brand they
had selected as having the best alcohol:taste:price ratio. The study
had been a culmination of working together to their strengths: Anna with
her dedication to drunken mayhem, Taylor with her love of gathering
data and applying appropriate statistical techniques.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“I don’t have any glasses.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“We can drink out the bottle. Or we can pour it on each other and lick it off. Isn’t that what lesbians do?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“Sometimes...” Anna muttered, flushing at the idea of wine flowing over Taylor’s lovely breasts.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">Taylor
leaned back on Anna’s lap. It was a position they often assumed when
watching TV. Anna gave herself a little internal shake. “Get a grip of
yourself.” Taylor was extremely hot, and one of her personal tenets was
not to turn down a hot person because of stupid things like common sense
and trepidation. It didn't work, she was still terrified. She and her
friend had practised kissing together, a long time ago. And they had
always had open discussions about masturbation and sex (Anna knew when
Taylor was going to lose her virginity before the gentleman in question
did). But stripping her naked and making love to her beautiful body, and
introducing her to the world of anal pleasure... it was a different
proposition to say the least.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">Her
thoughts slowly unsnarled themselves, and relaxed like ripples
gradually disappearing on a placid lake. Taylor had started to massage
her shoulders and neck. That girl sure knew how to use her hands... she
would make a good lesbian. Anna allowed Taylor to smooth out the knots
in her upper back, then lay on her front, asking her to massage the rest
silently. Taylor straddled her ("!" thought Anna) and began to work on
her lumbar region. Anna had terrible posture, so the attention to her
tortured lower back released moans of relief and gratitude. Taylor went
on massaging until she could detect no more tension in her friend, and
noticed that her breathing had become slower and deeper.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">The
wine and massage had done their work. Taylor rolled Anna over,
revealing the smirk she recognised as the sign that she was on the
rampage. Anna placed her hands on Anna's waist, returning the lower back
massage. She gazed up at Taylor's body, all creamy skin and freckles in
her smart, conservative blouse. It felt completely natural to sit up,
and kiss her. Taylor kissed back joyfully, grabbing her friend's back
and squeezing a little. They kissed for a little eternity, stroking each
other all over, exploring, running hands through each other's hair.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">Taylor
stood up for a second and removed her blouse. Slowly. Anna gazed,
hypnotised by each button popping open. When her soft, beautiful breasts
were revealed, Anna moaned a little. Taylor smiled, turned her back and
leaned over, pulling away her trousers as she did so. Her bum loomed
into view, covered with cute little boyshorts. The sight of her arse
flaring out just so from her hips, and the way her shy friend was taking
charge of the situation, drove Anna wild. She undid the clasp of her
bra, and ran her tongue down her spine. Taylor gasped in surprise at
this action. It seemed so... wanton, like Anna was hungry for her and
couldn't wait to taste her. Her bra slid off, and Taylor turned round,
allowing Anna to take one pale, sensitive nipple into her mouth, rolling
the other between her fingertips. Taylor moaned so loud that she felt
briefly paranoid the neighbours would hear. But she was soon beyond
caring, as Anna sucked as much of her breast into her mouth as she
could, tracing her other hand down, tracing the roundness of her belly,
before touching her, gossamer soft, on her pussy.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">Taylor sat back down on the bed, her parted legs showing how rapidly she was dampening in response to her friend's attentions.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">"Your turn to get naked."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">Anna
obligingly pulled her top up-- she wore no bra, so Taylor was
immediately delighted by the sight of her tanned tits, her areolae plum
with paler pink points. She gave one a lick, and was rewarded by a moan.
Anna removed her skirt, and then her underwear. Taylor was
inexperienced with girls, so was rather shocked at the intense craving
she felt when Anna exposed her cunt. She wanted to taste her, fondle
her, feel her spasm around her fingers. She had almost entirely
forgotten she was here for a gentle introduction to anal. She was sure
they would get around to it, but not before she had touched and licked
and stroked every inch of this luscious creature’s body.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">Anna
took control again, kissing her friend deeply, relishing the feeling of
their tits against each other. She pulled Taylor’s underwear down her
legs, revealing her entirely. Taylor spread her legs instinctively, but
Anna didn't immediately dive to taste her (as she would have done, she
admitted to herself). Instead she gazed at her lying spread and innocent
on her bed. Taylor felt suddenly very exposed and vulnerable.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">"You're so beautiful. I can't believe you're naked in my bed."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">"I know I said I wanted anal instructions, but..."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">"...
that's not all? Don't worry, I intend to give your bum the time of its
life. But I'll be giving that to the rest of you too, babe."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">Taylor
purred as Anna turned her attentions back to her tits, sucking each
nipple alternately for a few seconds. Her hand stole back down to her
crux, sliding between her lips, feeling the wetness of her cunt and
scooping the wetness back to her noticeably swollen clit. She rubbed at
it in slow, teasing circles. The combination was delicious. Taylor
allowed her mind to empty. The fingers of Anna's other hand reached into
Taylor's cunt, crooked, and stroked at her G spot. The feeling of the
other woman's hands and mouth as well as the excitement brought Taylor
to the edge. At first she couldn't breathe, such was the intensity, but
then she started gasping and bucking, letting Anna know her appreciation
by coming around her fingers. When she opened her eyes, Anna was
grinning at her.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">"So you liked that, huh?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">"Y... yes"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">"That just the hors d'oeuvre. No, that was just the bread they bring round beforehand."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">Taylor smiled wide.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">"You didn't touch me there. And I didn't get to taste you."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">"You
want to... go down on me? Wow, that's some advanced lesbianism. I
thought you just wanted your anal cherry popped in a secure
environment?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">"Aw, Anna. I don't know. I just know what I want to do."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">"Well, like I said, we've only barely begun. Haven't you got a nine o'clock lecture tomorrow morning?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">"I'll be very disappointed if I'm in any condition to make it."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">Anna chuckled.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">"OK. So you want to go down on me. May I suggest ze soixant neuf? Ze soixant neuf, weeth a tweest!"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">"Enough of the stupid accent, you fanny."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">The
banter was interspersed with Anna positioning them into the classic
position, with Taylor on top. Taylor squeaked in joy at the sight of her
friend's treasure. It was slick with wetness, though it hadn't yet been
touched. The hair was closely trimmed, and she had a sharp, barely
musky scent. Taylor leaned in to taste her first woman.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">Anna
let out a silent scream as her friend tongued her, experimentally,
curiously, but more and more greedily. Taylor’s wet cunt and nether
hole, suspended temptingly above Anna’s lips, twitched in arousal at the
taste and feel of her. Anna slid a finger in her cunt to better feel
her contractions before withdrawing and circling that finger around her
arse.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“Oh, that feels weird. Not in a bad way, just different...” said Taylor, her words rather muffled and indistinct.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">Anna
said nothing-- she had far better things to do with her tongue. She ran
it up and down Taylor’s slit, tasting the moisture that came from the
orgasm she had given her, and her excitement at tasting her best friend
and then slid her tongue higher, until its tip was teasing around
Taylor’s hole.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">Anna
noticed the sensations on her clit dissipating, as Taylor concentrated
on these new sensations. Anna went on tenderly licking around the rim,
hearing Taylor’s little gasps of disbelief and amazement. Then, tired of
messing around, she ran her tongue into her arsehole as deep as it
would go. Anna felt the muscles of the shocked woman spasm around her,
but she started fucking her slow and deep with her tongue. Taylor
started moaning, easily loud enough to be heard through the thin walls,
but to hell with her flatmates. Anna started stroking Taylor’s clit
again, the way that had been tried and tested last time, and with her
remaining hand reached down and grabbed a niipple, roughly pinching and
squeezing until Taylor moaned out her second, even larger orgasm. Anna
kept her hand gently moving on her friend’s pussy until the contractions
of her orgasm subsided.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“Fucking...
fuck.” said Taylor. Considering she barely said “damn”, Anna thought
that indicated that she had enjoyed her experience, together with her
collapsing on top of her. The buxom girl was squashing her rather, but
she wouldn’t complain for anything.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“So you liked that then?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“Kiss
me,” replied Taylor. “She’s insatiable” thought Anna, not unhappy. She
kissed her friend with abandon, their tongues sliding over one another
and their teeth clashing, as they shared and enjoyed each other’s
flavours. The kiss became gradually more tender, until they came to,
lying in bed, gently stroking each other’s hair.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“You didn’t come.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“I barely care, that was in-fucking-credible.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“But I want you to come, my love...” Anna’s heart almost stumbled at the words, </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">my love. My love, my love,</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">
echoed in her ear. How could she say no to such an angel?. Anna turned
round so that Taylor was spooning her, and guided her hand to her cunt,
still wet from their travails. Taylor began to rub her clit, using a
fast but light motion that took Anna’s breath away. She reached the edge
unusually quickly, spasming at Taylor’s touch, before falling back into
her arms. The feeling of her full tits on her back and her arms around
her, was bliss. All her worries seemed somehow far away and
inconsequential.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“I could never move again,” said Anna.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“We don’t have to, till morning,” replied Taylor, kissing her nape.</span>Violet Veidthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06224959642625585774noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049315120635492991.post-70850540745838229292012-10-31T12:26:00.002+00:002013-02-01T09:31:48.710+00:00The art of fellatio.<span id="internal-source-marker_0.9494628975283902" style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline;">I stood between his knees, and knelt down slowly, taking my place at his feet. He held my gaze. I couldn’t read his expression. It could have been encouraging, disbelieving, anything. I reached, with my hands noticeably shaking, to his belt buckle. I eased the leather through the buckle, then undid the button below that, then the buttons of the fly. Underneath, his cock strained against the tight fabric of his boxer briefs. His powerful, intoxicating scent rose from his skin. I grabbed the waistband and rolled it down. His cock sprang free, bouncing a little from the tension it had been under. His cock was covered with skin more soft and smooth than that of my breast. I grasped him with both hands, easing back the skin protecting the exquisitely sensitive head. It gleamed, ripe and full with blood, a tear like drop coming from the slit at its tip.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; vertical-align: baseline;">I ran my tongue up the frenulum, collecting the single drop. I fancied I heard an intake of breath there, so I paused for a second. I never hurry a blowjob, especially on a male as beautiful and delicious as this. Then I engulfed the tip in my mouth. The heat of the hot fleshy cock head in my mouth made me tingle, from my lips to my nipples to my clit, hardening in sympathy with him. I paused to lick my lips and pull them back over my teeth, then slowly took him as far into my mouth as I could, stimulating a long, slow outward breath from him. I kept him sheathed between my lips as he lifted his hips a little, sliding down his trousers and underwear, giving me full access.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">I
slid my hand gently around his balls, barely cupping them. Then once he
was settled back in his seat, I began sucking him in earnest, bobbing
my head on his cock. My mouth watered for his cock, making it slick and
shiny from my attentions. The bobbing motion caused his balls to move
gently against my hands. My fingers brushed them all over. The sensation
was delicious to me, I could only imagine how it felt to him. He
relaxed his legs, making his knees fall apart further. I quietly slid
one, then two fingers into my cunt, wet from the thrill of pleasing him,
then slid my lubed fingers up and down his perineum. I didn’t advance
the finger into him, but stroked him up and down with my wet fingers.
With the attentions on his balls and perineum added to the feeling of my
lips sliding up and down him, my tongue swirling around his head
greedily collecting his juices, I noticed his breath becoming shorter
and panting. I softly drew away from him, letting him get his breath
back. I looked up at his face, and noticed his eyes were half closed,
his mouth open in ecstasy and sweat glowing on his brow. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">I did that!</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"> I thought proudly.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">His
eyes crept back open, and his eyes fixed on mine once more. In time, he
nodded a little, and I continue, first licking him clear of precum and
engulfing him again. He was a little more aggressive with me this time,
grabbing my hair and lightly pushing my head down on his dick, touching
and then extending down my throat. My mind was devoid of thought, all I
was aware of was his cock in my mouth. His breathing quickened again,
but this time didn’t give me the liberty to move away.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">The
first salty gush went straight down my throat. The rest he fired onto
my tongue, as I held open my mouth and touched my tongue to his cock. I
swallowed what he had given me, then licked the remaining drops,
gently, from his softening dick. He lay, recuperating for a minute or
two, then pulled me close onto his lap, cuddling me to him. I snuggled
close and heard his heartbeat through his chest wall.</span>Violet Veidthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06224959642625585774noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049315120635492991.post-23871058874047314972012-10-29T10:57:00.001+00:002013-02-01T09:36:05.002+00:00Pulling at a gig<span id="internal-source-marker_0.40767590559970657" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">You
didn't really feel like going out tonight, but you'd paid for the
bloody ticket. Your frugal ethics force you into putting on a tshirt
featuring the keyboardist's side project, a moderately short skirt and
some big stompy boots (avoiding broken metatarsals). It took effort to
drag yourself to the venue, but after a couple of Jack ‘n’ cokes (a
teenage indulgence you allowed only occasionally) and the surprisingly
good support act, your mood had improved. Most of the crowd were
horrifyingly young, but he caught your eye, though he didin’t resemble
the sleek, vain types you usually go for. His hair was long, auburn and
extremely thick, giving a leonine appearance, added to by his green eyes
and sharp cheekbones. He had a small beard, similarly red, jutting from
his chin, and long but not connecting sideburns. His lower lip was
pierced, and he wore a leather jacket. He hadn't taken it off in the
cloakroom queue, as it was pretty cold in the venue. You didn't mind
though. You like a man in leather. You heard his voice as he softly
spoke to the attendent, hardly catching his words, but melting at the
soft, dark sound.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">You
positioned yourself close to him. Normally you spend a gig deciding
which member of the band you want to fuck most, but you made your mind
up quickly this time (the bassist, pale, shirtless and skinny with
bulging biceps and a curiously attractive way of grimacing when playing
the hard bits) and kept your eyes on him. A couple of girls, who looked
suspiciously young to be holding the pints they were slurping kept
pushing back and forth. "Make up your bloody mind" you muttered, and he
turned and smiled. Those forest green eyes make you feel calm and still
inside. In spite of the heat and noise, you feel like you had dived into
the Atlantic on New Years Day.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">The
gig was fucking excellent. One of those nights you remember forever,
even without having him take your hand and dance with you, before
wrapping himself around you for the rest of the show. You dance from the
hips, and feel his approval of the endless figure eights you trace
around his body with your pelvis. You can feel him rubbing back, and
feel a little panicked at the realisation that you're grinding with a
perfect stranger. He claps and cheers with you, chanting with you when
you reedily try to start up a chant.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">After
the gig, he takes your hand so as not to lose you in the crush. Egress
can be hard for a claustrophobe. It's kind of reassuring to have a hand
to hold, and to know there’s somebody protecting you. Suddenly you're
both outside in the startlingly cold, fresh air, and you are facing him.
Gazing into his cool green eyes and feeling that sense of calm again.
Then he kisses your hand, grins cheekily, introduces himself as Matt
then guides you swiftly down the street away from the crowd.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">You
give him your name, and smile up at him shyly. Your hands intertwine as
you walk slowly with each other, at first chatting awkwardly about the
gig, but then blossoming open under the warmth of your mutual
attraction. You find yourself outside an office building. You look at
him quizzically.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">"Fancy
coming in for a coffee?" he asks, rolling his eyes a little and
smirking at the last word. You hesitate for a second, then slide his
hand, holding his key card, through the electronic swipe lock.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">The
office is obviously not his alone, as shown by several chairs and
posters advertising varied tastes in games and sports teams.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">"Are
you sure everyone else is gone?" you murmur through a sudden attack of
soft, almost shy kisses on your lips, cheeks and nose tip.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">"Don't
worry," is his somewhat worrying answer. But you find yourself not
really caring at the feeling of his leather jacket against the skin left
bare by your shirt, and a hot hardness digging in at your waist. In
fact the idea of someone walking in on you both rather amuses you. You
lace your fingers through that lush auburn mane, finding it even softer
and finer than you had expected, kissing him ardently. You are the first
to slide your tongue into his mouth, and having recieved tacit
permission, he begins to tease and tickle your lips and tongue, making
you take your breath sharply. A shudder goes down your back at wondering
what else that tongue of his is capable of. He smells cleanly of
deodorant, even after the sweaty environment of the gig. You hope you
smell as good, and consider suggesting a shower. It seemed like the kind
of workplace which would have a shower in it...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">He
motioned to take his jacket off, but you tell him to leave it on for
the moment, then roll your shirt over your head daintily, revealing
soft, amber skin, and a cute lacy bra (you like having a little secret
under your usually quiet wardrobe). When your eyes are clear of the
shirt, you see him staring wide eyed at you. In spite of the way he has
seamlessly seduced you, he seems as excited by your nudity as a virginal
teenager. You wrap your arms round him, deciding it's time to take
charge of your own ravishment.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">He
seems delighted at your new found agency, and lifts you onto a desk,
parting your legs and standing at your crux, embracing you fiercely,
kissing you even more passionately. His cock is beginning to undulate
against you, giving you a little preview of how he plans to fuck you,
slow and deep and pausing a little between each thrust. The feeling of
him pressing against your clit through your underwear makes you moan a
little against his marauding tongue. Then he moves his attentions to
your neck, kissing and nibbling down to your shoulders, bare except for
your bra strap. You shut your eyes, and feel your bra loosening before
cold air on your tits makes you snap your eyes open again. Then the feel
of his soft mouth and hungry tongue on your nipples makes you squeeze
them shut again. Fuck. He's really good at this.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">He
slides your skirt up, and starts gently stroking you over the fabric of
your knickers. Your cunt clenches almost painfully as he teases and
tickles you. His long, pale eyelashes flutter, and he moves back up to
kiss you, as your body arches desperately to get more attention paid to
your moistening cunt and swelling clit. He kisses amazingly though. You
briefly think of that boy on the beach at France all those years ago,
but even that Francophonic tongue couldn’t rival this. You feel almost
hypnotised by the feeling of his kisses. The tingles in your pussy die
down to a warm, heavy feeling, as most of the blood in your body pools
to those parts of you, but you jerk back into awareness as his hand
appears below the fabric, smearing your fluid over your clit and slowly
swirling round it. You are leaning against the desk, in a position which
would be painful if it weren’t for his other and on your back,
supporting a good deal of your weight. But then your bum is up on the
desk, his body is manoeuvring between your hips, and he pulls a condom
from his desk drawer </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“He keeps condoms in his desk drawer? How many girls does he bring back here exactly?”</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">
But this, and all other thoughts glide away as he slides into you,
moaning low. A window is perfectly placed so you can see the tableau
reflected. It’s almost like watching your own porn movie. Your legs are
lewdly spread and he looks so sexy as he fucks you slow and deep. Your
bodies are so conveniently angled that you can easily stroke your clit
as he fills you.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">He
pulls out of you for a moment, bending to lick your wet, swelling lips,
pushing his tongue against your clit. You feel a finger against your
nether hole, apparently lubed with the ample juices from your cunt. As
he laps at you, one finger enters you, then another. You can’t quite
believe you’re letting this wild maned young man probe such an intimate
part of you, but he’s so bloody good with those fingers, and that
tongue, that all you can do is lean back and enjoy it. As you approach
your orgasm, he straightens, not taking his fingers from you, and pushes
back in, riding the waves of your orgasm, delicately heightening it for
you. The world seems to fade out for a second, before coming into
blindingly sharp focus. You become suddenly extremely aware of your
surroundings, such as the fluorescent lighting and windows around two
corners of the room. But you don’t care, watching this beautiful boy in
the throes of orgasm, his fingers squeezing your hips, his green eyes
locked on yours. As his climax ebbs away, he leans over to give you
another of those teasing, delicious kisses.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">You feel a bit exposed once it’s all over. You both take a bit of time to put yourselves back in order.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“Fancy that coffee then?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">You
give a squawk of laughter, and he giggles. Taking your hand again, you
am led to a small kitchen area with comfy chairs and a beanbag. You
haven’t been quite able to decipher what his job is, but they don’t seem
to stand on ceremony, whatever it is. You sit on the couch and let him
grind the beans (!) and pour just-off-the-boil water into the cafetiere.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“I’m not usually that sort of girl,” he said, shyly offering you a cup.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">You laugh again.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“You
like $band, you fuck like that and you know how to make coffee
properly? Shit, you might not be, but I’m glad I was tonight.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">You clink cups.</span>Violet Veidthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06224959642625585774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049315120635492991.post-4370131982933074752012-10-26T13:20:00.002+01:002013-02-01T09:36:22.040+00:00Striptease in the gym<span id="internal-source-marker_0.11923107927061372" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">Jess
and Will, university coursemates, had moved into a flat. Instead of
paying exorbitant gym fees, they installed a few pieces of equipment in
the large hall. Just an exercise bike and bench with a bar and free
weights, but that was ample. Plus, if the equipment was in use, neither
particularly minded. The sight of Will's hard, toned legs blurring as he
pedaled made Jess short of breath, and Jess's pectorals contracting
under her lovely breasts as she bench pressed made Will swoon. So both
were happy with the arrangement.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">Will
was on the bench, and presently removed his sweated through shirt,
revealing his golden skinned, hard muscled chest. She muttered barely,
"Dang..."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">"Excuse me?!"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">"Huh?" Jess grunted, glad that he couldn't see her blush through the sweat she had worked up.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">"I distinctly heard you say "Dang." there. Presumably in response to my revealing my manly chest."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">"Did not." said Jess, reverting to the childish interplay they employed during times of conflict.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">"Admit
it. I make you hot. Admit it, admit it". He leapt up and twirled around
for her, flexing his biceps and grinning. She couldn't disguise how her
eyes were drawn to him, and he chuckled.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">"Christ woman. Just tell me how I make you horny, and I'll show you the rest."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">"Fine.
You make me horny. Now show me the rest." Will's eye's widened
momentarily, but he decided to call her bluff. He untied the drawstring
of his sweat pants, and pulled them down. Then Jess's eyes widened, as
it became clear that he wasn't wearing underwear. He pulled down his
trousers enough to give her a peek at the base of his cock, then yanked
them up again.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">"Hey, you said..."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">"I changed the rules. Tell me again.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">"You know what? Fuck you, you don't play fair."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">"Who said we're playing? Tell me again."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">The atmosphere had changed suddenly but unmistakably.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">"Will,
you make me horny. Please let me see the rest of your hot body.
Please?" said Jess, her voice rising to a breathy whine on the last
word. Will fixed his large, brown eyes on her small, pale blue ones, and
unfastened the drawstring yet again. This time he turned, pulling the
fabric down over his gleaming buttocks, allowing the baggy garment to
fall to the ground. He stepped out, and turned round, smirking and
lewdly concealing himself with one hand</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">"Tell me again. Actually, better still. Show me."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">"Sh-show you?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">"Yep. Show me how horny I make you. Then everything will be yours to see."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">What
did he mean by that? Did he want to see... how wet she was? Or how hard
her nipples were? Her body had no shortage of evidence of the effect
his nudity had on her.. She slowly raised the hem of her t shirt and
removed the sweat soaked fabric, revealing her sports bra. This bra was
rather unusual in that it zipped up the front. She pulled the zip down,
and her tits sprang free for her nude flatmate to see. He nipples stood
out proudly, and she thought she could feel and even see the scarlet
nubs pulsing under his gaze. He moved closer, inspecting her. She
fancied she could feel his stubble on her skin. Then he moved back, and
said:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">"Very nice."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">But he didn't move his hand away. Not yet.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">"But I wanted to see how horny you are."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">Her
cheeks burned even hotter. He could only mean one thing. So she
dismounted the bike, bent over, and pulled away her socks and trainers.
She stood in front of Will, who smiled at her encouragingly. She removed
her little pink shorts, and finally her knickers, displaying a small
modest patch of hair. She kept her bikini line under control for
swimming, but otherwise was au naturale. This was obviously to Will's
liking, as his broad smile cracked into a joyful grin. It looked like he
was having difficulty restraining what he hid under his hand, which was
gently undulating over his bulge.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">Now came the hard part. She sat on the bench and parted her legs, revealing her wet, unmistakably horny pussy.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">Will
crouched before her, instantly drawn to her and leaning in to closely
examine her, the same way he had looked over every inch of her tits. She
felt his breath on her soaking cunt, and shivered in response.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">"Ok.
You upheld your part." Will said thickly. He took away his hand,
revealing a handsome but frighteningly thick cut cock, the head of which
gleamed with precum. Jess gasped and arched her back for him without
quite being aware of what she was doing. Her last sensible neuron
sparked weakly, and she said:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“What the hell are we doing, Will?!”</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“Fucked if I know. But I like it.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">He
briefly excused himself to his bedroom, returning with a condom. He
threw the foil packet on the floor (Jess decided to complain about the
mess at a later date) and sheathed himself.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">She
spread her legs a little wider, as wide as they would go, and raised
her hips up. Will lined himself up with her, and pushed in smoothly.
Jess cried out at the feel of him. He deliciously filled every crevice
of her, almost causing her pain. He grabbed her tits and started
plunging into her while standing, presently letting go of her left to
run his thumb over her cunt. Jess closed her eyes and savoured the
deliciousness of it all, opening them when he suddenly withdrew. She
caught the savage look in his eyes, before he flipped her over and
started pounding into her from behind.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">Jess
moaned at the feeling of being taken like an animal, and the feeling of
his strong, sure fingers on her clit. He experimented with the angle of
his thrusting, until a shocked gargling noise from Jess told him that
he was probing at her G spot. Her cunt pulsed faster and faster, tighter
and tighter around his cock, until her orgasm rippled over her, nearly
drawing his own climax from him. He slowed down, supporting the woman's
limp, exhausted body, slowly teasing and edging himself to his own
climax.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">Finally
he arched his back and groaned wordlessly, as he came inside her. He
slumped over her on the bench and rested on her glowing back. Both lay
motionless for a while, stunned at the sudden, quite unexpected
resolution of the sexual tension between them. Jess was the first to
move, and Will stood back, letting her up. To his surprise, she didn’t
seem at all embarrassed, and made absolutely no attempt to hide her
body. She smiled at him lazily.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“I’m going to take a shower.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">She sashayed towards the bathroom. God, what an arse she had on her.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;">“Well? Aren’t you coming?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: initial; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">What did they do next? Tell me in the comments...</span> </span>Violet Veidthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06224959642625585774noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049315120635492991.post-12371793899408316742012-10-24T09:00:00.000+01:002012-11-02T10:43:20.999+00:00Lusting over the barmanSometimes I can't write while I'm sitting in my flat. I packed up my laptop and went down to my local pub. It's a small place on a quiet road, and has the typical fake post industrial look which is fashionable these days. It has a good selection of draught ales, enough malt whisky to satisfy me, and a fish tank which is mesmerising to watch, especially when a bit drunk. But the main reason it's so conducive to writing erotica is the barman who works there.<br />
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He's pretty tall, at least six feet, and has two full sleeves of tattoos. His right arm is a has a repeating design, which takes advantage of the negative space on his pale skin. Every time I sneak a look at it, I feel like I'm a child again, admiring patterns on a Persian rug. His other arm has a single red dragon, coiling all the way from his shoulder to his wrist. Tattoos so large and bold are rare. One statement over so much skin suggests something about his personality, a certain single mindedness. I don't know much about him, what his aspirations in life are, but I know he has them and I know he's serious about them.<br />
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His hair is short on the sides but longer and spiky on top, and has red streaks dyed in. I've always had a bit of a think for punky, alternative looking guys. I used to have a book with boys from Kerrang! cut out, for my adolescent drooling pleasure. It's not a requirement, but unnatural hair, ink and metal will always get my attention. He has moderately sized stretched piercings in each earlobe and a smattering of rings on the helices. I wonder what else he has tattooed and pierced, under that damned black tshirt he's wearing. It's tight enough for me to know that I really want to know what it obscures. Around his biceps, it looks fit to snap. Carrying barrels must be hard work. I try not to think about how effectively those strong arms could pin me to a bed.<br />
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"So, what's it going to be then eh?" he grinned at me. He had seen me reading <i>A Clockwork Orange</i> once, early in my career there as a bar fly, and had greeted me thus ever since. I wondered if his personality resembled that of Alex, a brutal thug who worships beauty? Did if he had sadistic tendencies? Would he hurt me just to please me, as males had in the past, or lay into the woman flesh he owned for joy at seeing my blood flow? (There is a difference.) His grin always made my blood rise to my cheeks. I waited a minute before I ordered, in case I stammered. Usually I would order a beer or a whisky, but occasionally, for a treat, I would order a cocktail.<br />
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He's a flair bartender. He shows off with the bottles and glasses, making my drink into a miniture performance. When I drink it, I feel like a little spark of his energy is flowing into me. It buzzes through me, making my mind race with the filthy things I want to do with him. For example... I'm sorry to be quite so blunt early on, I'd usually segue into something like this... I would like to rim him. I bet he's the sort of anally perveted boy who would love that, and possibly insist on reciprocating. But I bet he'd moan and grind back into my face, loving having a willing slut to satisfy this dark desire. i sipped my sidecar (try one, they're citrussy and nice) while imagining him bending over for me. Dang. And he had such a nice little ass on him. I didn't really see the point in bums for a long time, but now I have learned the appeal of a slim firm buttock on a man.<br />
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Sometimes he disappears into the back for a moment. I wonder what would happen if I followed him back there. If he'd smirk knowingly and stroke his fingers along my sides, dropping a teasingly light kiss on my lips, before viciously using his tongue and teeth on my mouth, making me take him inside me and taste him before we'd even learned each other's surnames? Whether he'd take the few minutes it would need to rub my clit to orgasm, growling at me to meet him out back when he had his break in half an hour? Squirming in my seat, having him ignore me while he served customers and denied me the pleasure of serving him?<br />
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God, I'd love to suck that undoubtedly lovely cock of his. I'd take him between my lips, sucking away the precum and sweat and sucking him in as deep as I could, running my fingertips over his full balls and sucking him to a fast orgasm so he'd have time to smoke a fag as well? No, he'd be smoking while I sucked, imperiously blowing smoke into my face as I worshipped his cock. I'm ashamed of my smoking fetish, having been brought up in a vociferously anti smoking household, but I love the sight of a man smoking so much. Thick fingers holding the smouldering stick, the breat beautifully visualised in white vapour. The smell of smoke on a male excites me. And I get the smell from him.<br />
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"What do you want?"<br />
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I'd been lost in such a reverie that I didn't realise that this angel had asked me a question. I stared at him, blushing. He turned his head a little and smiled at me again, slow and wide. He knew.<br />
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"You." I reply, huskily.<br />
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"Hey, I'm taking my break now," he shouted to the boss, who barely nodded at him. It was a quiet period. He took my hand, very firmly I noticed, and led me out back.Violet Veidthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06224959642625585774noreply@blogger.com0