Thursday, April 29, 2010


Gorgeous globes of gratitude

Generous groping lips

Precious peaks of passion

Pressed and pulled and pinched

Titillating twins tormented

Tortured twisted tips

Curvaceous crowns coronation

Queens of quivering flesh

Lasting lingering licks

Like lightning lights lust

Twirled and tweaked tenderly

‘tween them the tool is thrust

On areola oral opportunity arise

Wanton wild wishes wrought

While whipping wicked thighs

Beautiful bounty brought below

Behave at my behest

Nibbled naughty nipples nightly

Rapacious rubs request

Sultry Sucks and salacious sips

Scorching searing sin

Wonderful willful warmth

Where ultimately we win

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

The Wish

It started as any other day would for me. I had a routine that I followed and today was no different except for the strange encounter that has changed my life forever. I began with my usual morning jog through the woods along the river. I remember it was a windy morning and the branches and trees swayed to their limit as forest canopy caught the strong gusts. I had come to a narrow section of path that opened up to a wooden bridge that traversed the river. As I headed through the narrow opening a strong gust of wind was captured by the low hung branch of a silver oak, which snapped under the strain. The large branch swung right into my path just as I was ducking to clear it striking me solidly in the forehead and laying me out on my back on the path. I lay there for a moment, dazed when I heard a voice speaking to me from the riverbank.

“Mister! Over here! Help!” The voice cried out. I blinked in disbelief when all I could see was a female mallard snagged against the bank in fishing line.

“Are you talking to me?” I asked foolishly, forgetting for a moment I was having a conversation with a duck!

“Yes of course! Do you see anyone else around?” The mallard asked sarcastically.

“That kind of tone isn’t going to win you many friends.” I replied a littler annoyed.

“Listen mister, I’ve been stuck here for hours so you’ll forgive me if I’m in a bit of a mood, but if you free me I’ll grant you a wish.” The duck offered apologetically.

“Now why would I believe a duck could grant me a wish?” I asked, my tone clearly one of disbelief.

“How many duck do you know that can talk?” asked the mallard and after a pause of silence while I tried to recall ever having met a duck that could talk before, I concluded this duck had a good point.

“I thought so!” Said the duck. “Now get me out of here!”

“Not so fast!” I exclaimed before asking, “How do I know I’ll get my wish?”

“I guess you’ll have to trust me. After all what have you got to lose?” The duck asked, and I certainly couldn’t argue with his logic.

After several minutes I managed to untangle the line from the duck. She began quacking and swimming in circles fluttering her wings and wriggling her tail. “I’m free!” she exclaimed and now what is your wish kind sir?” she asked.

I had never given much thought to a wish before. What was the point really? Did wishes ever really come true? None that I knew of, unless they were fulfilled by my own hard work and efforts so I just wished for whatever came to me in that moment never believing it would come true.
“I wish I could have sex with anyone I want at will!” I exclaimed as just the thought of such a power brought a smile to my face.

The duck again began quacking, swimming in circles flapping it’s wings and wriggling it’s tail before exclaiming “It is done! Thank you kind sir and good luck!” With that the duck flew off.

I stood up and rubbed my head before jumping over the downed branch and continuing on my jog. While running along I began thinking I must be getting fat. I could feel my once tight chest was now bouncing along in rhythm to my step. “My God!” I screamed as I looked down at a pair of bouncing 36C breasts where once my manly chest had been!
As I stared down in shock my long blond hair streaked with sweat fell off my shoulders into my face. Without thinking I brushed it back behind my ears before realizing that I didn’t have long hair when I left the house this morning! “What the fuck…!” I screamed out as I headed toward a quiet pool in the river to view my reflection. There in the pool looking back at me was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen! Her lips were full and soft. Her eyes were shade of green like that of a mallard head. Her cheekbones were well defined and as I reached up to touch her soft skin I realized I was touching my own face! “Holy shit!” I whispered in shocked disbelief.

Obviously I wasn’t going to work today, I thought, as I stood in shock wondering what am I going to do? I reached down inside my sweats to address the itch between my legs when I got the biggest shock of all. Instead of the humble but proud penis and balls that I was used to scratching was a hooded nub and a pair of pussy lips! My finger traced my new found slit and rubbed gentle circles around my clit as my mind tried to make sense of what had happened. Slowly the wetness between my legs began to build the heat at the center radiating out and down my thighs. I was no longer thinking about my predicament and instead was lost in the pleasure I was giving my self. My heart was racing and my breathing was quickening as I felt my first clitoral orgasm explode buckling my knees momentarily. I slid a hand under my shirt and began pulling and twisting my swollen nipple as I slid two finger into my hole. A moan leaped from my throat as I threw my head back fingering myself viciously when suddenly I felt my pussy twitching wildly, my thighs trembled and my legs almost collapsed under me as I cried out sending birds in flight from the branches above. I lay back on the path staring up at the sky while I tried to catch my breath and collect my thoughts.

“It’s the wish…that fucking duck!” I thought. I wanted to be able to get laid at will and this was the duck idea on how to make that happen? I must admit, the idea began to appeal to me even though it wasn’t what I had in mind, but after experiencing those orgasms, I thought, what the hell, why not give it a shot? Suddenly, I had the urge to shop for a new outfit and get ready for a night out at the clubs!

After having rushed home to shower, experience a couple more orgasms, and then change, I headed for the mall to get some things. I’m sure I was a sight as I walked into Victoria Secrets with my oversize jeans and tee shirt. Those clothes fit me well when I was a man but now hung from me like a mannequin at a Hip Hop boutique for inmates! Of course, there was no way I could wear those briefs hence the reason for my first stop. Well, that and the need for sexy lingerie for later.

My next stop was Macy’s where I found this cute little black cocktail dress with a plunging neckline that, along with the push up bra I got from Victoria’s Secret revealed just enough of my voluptuous new breasts! I looked a little ridiculous walking around in that dress with a pair of men’s jogging sneakers so my next stop had to be for shoes. I found the perfect pair of stiletto heels in the Shoe Experience that accented the lines of my legs beautifully. They were a half size too small and difficult for me to walk in but at 50% off I couldn’t resist, and I got them to throw in a matching clutch!

I was almost ready but I had to make one more stop at the salon. After all, what the hell did I know about make up and hair? Besides, these damn shoes were already beginning to hurt my feet! After a shampoo, cut, curl, manicure and makeover Cindy held the mirror up behind me. “You look beautiful!” she exclaimed with pride in her work.

“Yes, I do don’t I? Thank you Cindy!” I exclaimed, smiling as I handed her a fifty.

By time I was finished with the salon it was dinnertime. It took me all day to make myself into this stunning sex goddess and I had some newfound sympathy for my sisters that had spent their entire lives doing the same thing. I must admit though, I was feeling really good about myself. I had a sense of great power like I could do anything, get anything I wanted and I was determined to do just that! First, I had to get something to eat.

I walked into the TGIF and sat at the bar pretending like I was waiting to meet someone.

“Can I get you anything?” asked the handsome bartender. He had been at the other end of the bar making his way around to his other customers when he spotted me taking a seat and he rushed right over.

“Perhaps just a glass of water.” I responded with a smile “I’m waiting for someone.”

The bartender had been glancing over at me and we exchanged smiles while I sat nursing my water before he came back to check on me.
“Can I get you anything else?” he asked politely. I leaned into him granting him a view of my remarkable cleavage, and began to cry.

“I’m sorry” I sniffed, “I was supposed to me a blind date here and I’m afraid he’s stood me up.”

“Don’t cry over that jerk! You’re so beautiful you could get any man you wanted!” he said trying to comfort me.

“It’s not just that,” I said “To make matters worse while I was trying on this dress someone stole my wallet out of my bag,” I sniffed.

“Listen, uh, what’s your name?” He asked

“Angela, but my friends call me Angie.” I sighed.

“Listen Angela, why don’t I get you a drink and a bite to eat then maybe you’ll feel better.” He said.

“Thanks… Bob is it?” I asked, looking at the golden nametag on his shirt and extending my hand to clasp his.

“Sure thing Angie!” he said smiling.

Wow! I thought I was in the zone! Dinner and drinks for free and I didn’t even have to kiss the guy! After I finished dinner I shook Bob’s hand and thanked him again. After handing him a bogus phone number, I headed back to my car and off to the dance club “Anthony’s” for more drinks, dancing, and multiple orgasms which, I had every intention of counting!

It was still early and the bar was sparsely populated. I took a seat at one corner and waited for the pretty bar maid to service me. She was flirting for tips with a group of guys at the opposite corner of the bar and had their attention except for one of the least attractive of the group that was eyeing me over. I flashed him a shy smile and watched as he instructed the barmaid to give me whatever it was I was drinking. I watched her as she walked towards me in her skintight short shorts wriggling her firm ass for the suckers at the bar. “Hi the boys down there would like to buy you drink.”

“Well isn’t that nice! What’s your name honey?” I asked her.

“I’m Susan and you are?” she asked as she extended her hand.

“My friends call me Angie,” I said. “Are those boys good tippers?”

“I do pretty well if I shake it enough for them” She said, laughing. “Men are suckers for a pretty flirt!”

“Tell me about it!” I laughed in agreement, “and they’re woefully inadequate at satisfying a woman!”

“You got that right Angie,” she said as she winked at me.

“Say Susan, what time do you get off tonight?” I asked rather boldly.

“That depends on when I get you in bed” she chuckled, “but I work until 2.”

“Then if I need a ride later you won’t mind taking me home?” I asked.

“Not at all sweetheart.” She said with a smile “now what are you drinking?”

“Grey Goose chilled with an olive.” I replied.

Susan poured the drink and placed it in front of me before leaving to wait on more customers. It was almost too easy, I thought, I already had a definite date tonight! I raised my glass and nodded to the gentleman that bought me the drink as he made his way over towards me.

“Hi. I’m Angie”, I said as I shook his hand “Thanks for the drink.”

“I’m Billy”, he said “and those are my friends Steve and Tom.”

Oh Christ! I thought, there’s no way I’m going to fuck this guy or any of his friends for that matter. Certainly it would take at least 3 more of these vodka martinis before I could even tolerate talking to them. For now though, I was going to milk them for all the drinks I could get until something better came along.

“Should we invite your friends to join us Billy or did you have other plans?” I asked teasingly.

“Well… I…uh… Billy stammered.

“You, er what Billy? You thought you would buy me a drink and I’d just roll over and let you fuck me?” I asked as I downed my drink.

“No! It’s not like that! I just thought I…er…was being friendly.” Billy explained.

“Well order me up another and let’s dance.” I commanded and Billy meekly obeyed.

I was laughing so hard on the inside I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face! This guy was like a puppet on a string. I could get anything I wanted out of him, but he wasn’t what I was looking for. After all, I was hot! I could have any guy I wanted and this guy didn’t even come close. I soon sent him packing back to his friends.

I spent the next couple of hours meeting people in the bar. One after another men would approach me buy me drinks and use their best lines or lame conversation in an effort to stick their anxious dicks between my thighs. There was the guy with the tan a white ring around his finger where his wedding band had been; telling me he and his wife had an “open relationship”.
“Yeah?” I asked, “then you wouldn’t mind taking me back to your place and having her join us would you?”

Then the countless others with their lame pick up lines.

“That dress would look great on the floor next to my bed.”

“Yeah? Well when I’m done with it I’ll let you borrow it asshole.”

“Say you want to see something swell?”

“Do you think you’ll be able to find it then? Asshole!”

“Would you like to dance or should I just screw myself again?”

“Just screw yourself I’d hate to break up a beautiful relationship, asshole!”

The funny thing was that even though I could have easily taken any one of these guys home and fucked the living shit out of them, I had no desire to! I was actually getting annoyed at even having to deal with them. I was even at the point where I was willing to buy my own drinks just so I didn’t have to talk to them!

By 2 o’clock I was pretty hammered and ready to call Susan on her promise to give me a lift home. I was actually looking forward to having sex with her. My pussy was getting moist just at the thought! I imagined her pretty face buried in my muff her tongue delicately titillating the tip of my clit bringing me to orgasm after orgasm! Hell I didn’t need some guy poking me in my pussy to feel good.

“Susan I think I’ll take you up on that ride home.” I said with a slight slur.

“Sure thing,” she said with a smile “and if you don’t mind my friend Jake need a lift as well.” She said taking Jake by the hand and introducing us.

Jake was a large muscular man with long brown hair pulled back in a ponytail. His thick arms were graced with numerous tattoos. He had dark mysterious eyes and a warm smile.
“Nice to meet you.” I slurred, as I wondered why I hadn’t seen him in the club until now.

When we got to my place I invited Susan and Jake up for a nightcap. I handed Jake a Beer and poured a glass of wine for Susan and myself. Jake sat in the recliner that faced the sofa where Susan and I sat next to each other. We toasted to new friends and made small talk for a few minutes, but I was beginning to feel a fire burn between my thighs and I knew the only way to quench it was to feed my desire. “You have beautiful tits Susan, do you mind if I touch them?” I asked.

“Yours are pretty nice to and I’ve been waiting all night to get my lips around them.” Susan said, as she guided my hand under her shirt. Her tits were firm but soft and as I caressed them I felt her nipple swelling between my fingers. She slid one hand up my thigh and leaned over pressing her lips against mine. I could see Jake shifting uncomfortably in the chair while he watched, the bulge in his jeans becoming more evident. Susan pulled away lifting her blouse over her head. I turned and held my hair up so that Susan could undo the zipper of my dress before I stood and let it pool at my feet. I unhooked my bra releasing my boobs from their bondage. I held them in my hands lifting them up towards my lips as my tongue flicked over my own nipples. Susan stood and wriggled out of her shorts her warm dark eyes watched me as she licked her pink full lips.

We embraced and kissed passionately our tongues slowly exploring the other’s mouth while our hands roamed over the other’s body. Susan had the sweetest and tightest ass I had ever felt on a woman and I couldn’t wait to taste her honey. Her hand slipped between my thighs and gently traced the outside of my slit before coming to rest on my clit forming gentle circles as we continued to kiss. I pushed her back onto the sofa and mounted her in the 69 position. I felt her face against my pussy her tongue darting into me set off my first orgasm. My moans of pleasure lost in Susan’s own depths, swallowed by her hungry hole as I drank in her nectar.

Susan wrapped her legs around me holding me tight against her pussy as her legs trembled and her hips bucked in ecstasy. Her grip also served to hold me in place while Jake took position behind me. I had forgotten all about Jake who had stripped naked as he watched events unfold before him. His massive erect cock was bigger than any I had ever seen in my lifetime and quite frankly I was afraid he’d split me in half with that thing! After all, I hadn’t been a woman for very long and I had no idea what I was capable of but I was about to find out!

Jake slid into me slowly as if he knew I’d never been fucked before. His massive member stretched me to the limit and I suddenly realized size does matter as my pussy surrounded his hot steel and quivered almost violently. He was moving in and out in short strokes while Susan sucked his balls. Susan was cumming again and again soaking my face with rivers or her sweet release. Jake had me by the hips and began pounding me harder, faster, while Susan’s tongue flicked along his shaft his movements to quick for her to maintain his balls in her mouth. I was screaming in pleasure my pussy wracked with tremors as I exploded in a gushing orgasm. Jake exploded inside of me steamy hot jets that seemed to spurt endlessly flooding out of pussy and spilling over Susan’s face.

I was not prepared for what was to happen next. Susan’s pussy quivered again a stream of warm water flooding out of her pussy. I felt as though I was drowning! I struggled to catch my breath to surface from her depths! I blinked hard. I was dazed, confused and flailing my arms!

“Are you all right?” I heard a female voice implore from out of the wet darkness.

“Looks like you had a nasty fall fella!” A deep gruff voice added as I blinked the water from my eyes.

Kneeling over me was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen! Her lips were full and soft. Her eyes were shade of green like that of a mallard head. With her was a tall muscular man with a ponytail his arms adorned with tattoos. Both of them were wearing jogging shorts with tee shirts and carrying water bottles.

“That’s quite a nasty bump on your head there hun!” said the beautiful woman.

“What happened to the duck?” I asked.

“Duck? What duck?” said the muscular man.

“Do you think we should take him to the hospital Jake?” asked the beautiful woman.

“Let’s get him to his feet Susan and we’ll see.” Jake replied.

“Do I know you?” I asked.

“I don’t think so. You were out cold there for a while mister! Just relax. I think you’ll be all right in a few minutes” Jake said.

“Maybe so I said, but I don’t think I’ll ever be the same!” I exclaimed.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

The Escape

Jane held Bill tight her arms wrapped tightly around him and arched her back to meet his thrusting hips. He was panting heavily lost in the moment of pleasure and he couldn’t hear the tone of disinterest in Jane’s moans. Jane was excited to be sure, but it had nothing to do with what Bill was doing. Jane was thinking about Tom and their plans for escape.

Jane had met Tom at a gathering of her reading group, a group she joined to escape the humdrum existence of being a stay at home mom and devoted wife. She had tired of her daily existence. There had to be more to life than cooking, cleaning, and helping the kids with their homework. She longed for stimulating conversation that would engage her mind. She always loved reading and for many years that was her method of choice whenever she needed to get away. Often she tried to inject her impressions on what she was reading into conversation with Bill at the dinner table or while sitting in bed as Bill watched TV. But Bill always seemed to want to talk about the same things, the kids, things that needed to be done around the house and the errands he needed Jane to handle.

Of course, money was another subject discussed often and Jane’s eyes would just glaze over whenever Bill went on about the family budget.

Bill tensed, as he pressed tight against Jane. His body shuddering filling her with his release as his face lay on her breasts his hot breath flowing over her like gusts of wind on a warm summers day. Jane stroked his hair and thought back to the time when she first met Tom. It was at home of one of the members of the book club where a birthday celebration was planned for Sue another long time member of the group. The meeting had been opened to friends and spouses of the members and Sue had convinced her husband Tom to join them. Jane sensed a connection the moment they met. It was a feeling there was something that they shared in common and she came to believe this more and more as they talked at length almost exclusively to each other.

“So what do you do for a living?” Jane asked.

“I’m a full time lawyer and part time agent trying to get my wife a book deal.” Tom replied.

“How’s that going for you?” Jane continued.

“To be honest, I’d rather spend my time making money.” Tom complained, “Sue is constantly spending money extravagantly as you can see.”

“Yes, you do have a lovely home.” Jane replied.

“Well it didn’t get that way selling Sue’s books that’s for sure!” Tom exclaimed. “Don’t get wrong, I’m happy that Sue has a hobby, I just wish she’d realize she doesn’t have any talent!” Tom went on. “All this time I spend shopping for a publisher I could be making money!”

“Still it’s nice that you support her” Jane said, “I wish my husband would do as much for me!”

“Are you a writer as well?” asked Tom. “Only in my dreams” Jane replied “But maybe one day.”

“Well, if you ever need an agent, you know who to call!” Tom said.

Jane was really impressed with Tom and envious of Sue. Tom was a handsome man, well built and well groomed. He had light brown hair parted to one side and the beginning of some premature gray that peppered his short side burns and gave him a distinguished look. He was intelligent, charming and engaging. When he spoke to you his hazel eyes never looked away, sending the clear message that he was listening and he was interested.

Bill had rolled over and was snoring now. Jane was just too excited to sleep. She couldn’t believe she was able to keep the secret from Bill. Her life was about to change in a big way, in a way she only dreamed about but never imagined could really happen to her.

She thought back to her last meeting with Tom. Jane had been out running errands and decided to stop by Friday’s for lunch. It was important that she stick to her routine, at least until she was able to talk to Tom. She and Tom would meet there often before they’d share an afternoon delight at the Ramada across the street. She hoped to catch him there, to share the secret with him, to watch the look on his face as she told him, and to ask him to represent her while she pursued her dream.

Tom had walked in with some co-workers when he spotted her big blond hair, the tight curls falling down to her shoulders. She sat facing the door her beautiful blue eyes scanning hopefully, impatiently for Tom. She could barely contain her joy when his eyes met hers, he excused himself and joined Jane at her table, kissing her gently on the cheek.

“Hi! What are you doing here?” Tom asked.

“Did you ever want to escape?” asked Jane, “You know, just pack up and run away?”

“Who hasn’t had that dream!” Tom exclaimed.

“If that dream could come true for you today, what would you do?” Jane asked.

“I’ve often thought about selling everything I own, buying a Harley and riding off into the sunset.” Tom went on “Perhaps writing about my adventures along the way. What about you, what would you do?” asked Tom.

“Oh, I’d buy a sailboat and travel the Caribbean.” I’d write about the people I’d meet and the places I’d visit. I’d write about my lover and my passion and the erotic experiences we’d share on the water!” Jane gushed enthusiastically.

“Sounds wonderful!” Tom exclaimed, “When do we leave?” he chuckled.

“If you’ll be my lawyer and agent, I’ll leave those details to you.” said Jane, her tone becoming suddenly serious.

“What are you talking about Jane?” Tom asked baffled by this discussion.

“I’ve won the lottery! Five million dollars! I want you to represent me and to help me escape!” Jane gushed.

Bill woke with a start as the alarm clock blared to life flashing 6:30AM on the digital display. Jane hadn’t slept a wink. She allowed the alarm to go off sticking to her normal routine. Jane wasn’t worried about a thing. There was nothing to pack; she would just buy everything new. She arranged for a sitter to watch the kids and would leave a note for Bill explaining everything. Tom would draw up divorce papers and she would share custody with the children taking them in the summer and when they were off from school. They would be leaving this morning, right after Bill leaves for work and flying into the Bahamas and staying at the Atlantis on Paradise Island.

Jane was ecstatic! She was living her dream. They had been here for a week now looking at seaside properties with dock space and room for a boat. Jane had been on a shopping spree buying designer clothes and accessories and charging them to the room. She had already written three chapters of what was going to be her first book. Tom was a godsend taking care of every detail. Setting up the Swiss bank account and making sure to minimize the tax liability. He even read and discussed her chapters contributing his opinions and giving her pointers on her writing while shopping for a publisher on the island.

Now Tom had mounted her from behind. His hands held her hips as he rocked slowly back and forth. He didn’t want to rush. He wanted this to last. This would have to be his best performance lest she become suspicious. Jane moaned in delight enjoying the pleasure he bestowed in her. She rocked back on his member squeezing him and urging him on. “Yes baby, oh yes that feels so good!” she moaned panting. Tom couldn’t even stand to look at her anymore. He was tired of running all over the Island looking at homes and shopping. Tired of the endless requests by Jane for this and that. Worst of all was her god-awful writing that he was forced to read and that she expected him to sell. All he could think about was the Harley that awaited him in Switzerland and how he would finally be able to live his dream.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Hope In Hell

Aamaal Al Souhail stood by the window looking out at the destruction of her once beautiful country and counted her blessings. She was a modern Arab woman so she dressed in a more western style. Still she wore her headscarf whenever she was outside and her clothing was loose fitting so as not to accentuate her fine figure or reveal her ample breasts. Her skirt fell to the center of her calf hiding her shapely legs from the probing eyes of the Arab men that studied her as she traveled with her crew.

Even by western standards, Aamaal was a beautiful woman. She had shoulder length dark black hair and dark mysterious eyes. She was an enthusiastic woman with a ready and friendly smile that belied the experiences she faced in the 30 years of her life in Iraq.

As a young girl, she witnessed first hand the brutality of Saddam when she and her friend Sabria Mahdi came home from school one day to find the head of Sabria’s older sister displayed on a stick in front of her house. Sabria’s mother was kneeling on the ground beside the body wailing and her father had been taken away.

Now with Saddam gone the danger to women was worse than before. She knew at least two of her friends from her old neighborhood that were kidnapped and raped by insurgents and then later killed by their own families to preserve their name in what has become a common event known as an honor killing.

She lived now in the Al-Rasheed Hotel inside the green zone of Baghdad where she worked as a translator for a western news agency. She was relatively safe here now but her work for the Americans meant that she could never go outside the green zone without an armed escort. She knew translators were routinely kidnapped and beheaded but she loved her job and hoped that one day she would get the opportunity to go to America, perhaps with him.

Greg was tired. He spent the last 12 hours chasing insurgents through the streets of Baghdad outside the green zone. They had kicked in some doors to find a cache of weapons. They took small arms fire in alleyway wounding two in his party. He was still upset about the young boy running towards him with the grenade in his hand shouting something he didn’t understand when the shot rang out from behind him exploding the boy’s skull.

Earlier in the week a patrol had come through this way offering money in exchange for weapons, and perhaps this was what the boy was after. Greg was no different than any of the other guys. He just wanted to get out of this alive. He saw too many of his friends killed, ripped apart by roadside bombs and picked off by snipers. The constant stress of trying to preserve one’s life was wearing, but to let your guard down for a moment could be deadly.

Greg got here by way of the reserves. He joined just before the war hoping to get a college education that he couldn’t afford and to make a little extra money. His life back home had been nothing but hanging out in singles bars hoping to find that one special woman that he could settle down and have a family with. Instead all he could muster was a series of one-night stands and meaningless relationships, which bolstered his decision to go into the reserves. How bad could it be? One weekend a month, two weeks a year, travel and see the world. He never dreamed he would end up here or meet someone like Aamaal.

They met after a bomb exploded in a market while Greg’s unit was on patrol. Aamaal’s crew was dispatched to get the story. Greg was trying to question witnesses and was looking for someone that could speak English when Aamaal and her crew approached him to find out what was going on. Greg asked Aamaal to translate for him, “Ask this man if he’s seen any foreign fighters in the area recently”. Aamaal posed the question and listened intently to the answer her lips curling up into a smile she tried hard to suppress.

“Well” asked Greg, “what did he say”? “He said yes, you” replied Aamaal her eyes locked intently on his the smile spreading broadly across her face now. Greg was smiling now too as he studied her face. “Are you staying at the hotel?” he asked her. “Yes”. “I may need to question you further say around 19:00 okay?” Greg asked. “Of course.” she replied simply.

Aamaal means hope, wishes, or aspirations and she was waiting now and hoping Greg was all right and would get here soon. She had on a pink silk nightgown that ended mid thigh with matching pink panties under her terry cloth robe. Her firm breasts pressed against her gown the dark nipples barely visible through the opaque material. She paced anxiously by the window hoping her services would not be needed tonight.

Aamaal threw her arms around Greg’s neck when he finally arrived at the room. Greg had his hands on her waist his gun slung over his shoulder as their lips met and lingered for a moment. “I need a quick shower,” Greg said. “I’ll put up some tea,” replied Aamaal.

In Iraq one never knew how much time one had. With every incident Greg could be called to action or Aamaal might be needed to help get the news out, so for Greg and Aamaal, time was a precious commodity indeed!

Greg came out of the shower wearing only the terry cloth robe as Aamaal handed him his tea. They sat by the window looking out at the dark city sipping tea and talking, not about their day but about their dreams. Aamaal stood and let her robe fall to the floor while Greg eyed her up and down, drinking in her beauty, he moved slowly towards her lifting her in his arms and placed her gently on the bed. They stared into each other eyes quietly as their warm moist lips came to rest lightly together for a moment and then parting slowly the tips of their tongues danced delightedly as their mouths pressed tighter together in a deep passionate kiss.

Aamaal held Greg’s face and kissed his neck and shoulders while Greg wrapped his arms tightly around her. He brushed her hair from her shoulders and began planting light kisses on her soft skin. His moist lips trembling in anticipation as he kissed his way back to her mouth. Aamaal sighed softly as she tilted her head back while Greg sucked her neck softly, holding her skin in his lips and pulling away slowly. Aamaal held him tightly now as his lips worked their way down to her heaving breasts. Greg slipped the straps of the nightgown off her shoulders pulling it down to expose her already swollen nipples.

Greg cupped her breasts in his hands and studied her face. Aamaal smiled putting her hands behind his head, she pulled his face to her bosoms. Greg took turns paying close attention to each of her nipples. His tongue circled slowly around her areola before flicking rapidly over her nipple and then taking her whole breast in his mouth he would allow his lips to slide sucking softly as he pulled away.

Greg didn’t want to rush, but he also didn’t want to leave Aamaal without having brought her to the heights of pleasure. He reached under her gown slipping off the pink lace panties and raising the nightgown up to her breasts. He began kissing her belly, sucking in her soft skin with his eager lips and pulling away, moving lower and lower. He positioned her at the edge of the bed as he knelt on the floor. With her feet up on the bed his hands moved high up on her thighs between her legs. Aamaal was breathing heavy now her heart racing with anticipation. Greg’s large hands covered her waiting pussy his fingers gently folded back the already swollen lips exposing her bud. He massaged her moving in small circles while his anxious lips began sucking and pulling away the skin on her inner thighs moving higher and higher towards their ultimate destination.

Aamaal was already trembling by the time Greg’s lips arrived. Greg’s hands held her open as he pressed his mouth against her nibbling then sucking her clit and pulling away with his warm moist lips. Aamaal wrapped her legs around and pulled his head against her from behind clutching the sheets in her hands and arching her back as Greg’s tongue dived deep inside her.

Greg wanted to make her happy, wanted to please her. He knew of her life and knew she deserved so much more. He wished he could take her back to America with him and give her everything she never dreamed she could have, but here in Iraq there was nothing to give but each other and he was determined to give her all of him.

Aamaal tensed gripping Greg’s head tightly pulling his mouth against her as her pussy convulsed and twitched cumming again and again her moans filling the room while Greg drank in her juices. She reached out for him pulling him on top of her wrapping her arms tightly around his neck her legs in a scissor lock around his waist as the kissed deeply

Who was this man that God has sent to me, to give me such pleasure, such love? Aamaal thought. What have I done God to deserve such a gift? Aamaal was deeply in love with Greg. He unleashed feelings in her she never knew she had! She wanted to be with him all the time, to feel him inside her always, now, she thought as she felt his hard cock pressing against her.

Aamaal reached down and took Greg’s member in her hand. She stroked him gently up and down, palming the pulsing head and sliding back down squeezing his balls lightly. He loved the way she touched him, his cock jumping as she palmed the head. It was time.

He rose up his hips as she guided his cock towards her anxious pussy. The pulsating head of his prick parted her swollen pussy lips and pierced her pink depths closing back around and clutching his cock like a warm wet velvet glove. He held it there with just the head inside and he savored the feeling of the warm wetness surrounding him, resisting her as she wrapped her arms around him trying to pull him further inside. He pushed in slowly allowing himself to feel every inch of her depths and when he reached the bottom he pressed his lips against her kissing her deeply before he withdrew again pulling back until the throbbing head was beginning to open her from inside.

She dug her heels into his backside urging him to thrust his lance inside again, but he would not be rushed. Moments like this were rare in Iraq and in this place you never knew if there would be another. Greg wanted to savor every single moment, every feeling.

Aamaal couldn’t stand it anymore! She wanted him inside her, to pleasure him, to acknowledge the gift God sent her. She arched her back to receive him as he again probed her depths. He began moving in a slow rhythm now sliding forward to ensure his cock was in contact with her clit. Her hips rose in rhythm and her heels pulled him towards her with each thrust.

Their moans filled the room drowning out any thoughts as their bodies reacted instinctively to the pleasure they were each receiving. They were no longer in Iraq, in a hotel, in a bed making love. They had become one. They had become love itself. They could not hear their moans. The rhythm of their lovemaking was automatic as waves of ecstasy rippled through out their bodies.

Aamaal would peak first. Her pussy contracting, pulsing, gripping and releasing, her body shuddering, her thighs shaking, legs like jello, her screams of delight caught in her throat as Greg made his final thrust, collapsing against her tender breasts, his hips convulsing, waves of electricity shooting out from where he was embedded inside her and down his inner thighs, his body shook from his abdomen to his shoulders as his cock spewed his molten milk into her depths.

They laid together breath less, their arms wrapped tightly around each other, Greg still inside her savoring her warmth. They were looking into each other’s eyes, their thoughts only of each other and of a life they hoped to share together someday.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Card Night

It was already 8PM and Allen and John had been waiting for more than an hour. They had come to Steve’s house for the weekly game of cards and viewing whatever game was on TV at the time. Allen, John and Steve were all first year college students, athletes and best friends. They worked out together at the gym every morning except Sunday when they slept in recovering from the Saturday night partying they indulged in.

Allen was the strongest of the three with budging biceps, a barrel chest and thick thighs, the perfect build for his position as the running back on the school football team. John was a gymnast with no more than 5% body fat he displayed excellent definition of all his muscles six pack abs, tight gluts and the flexibility of a snake! Steve was the track star tall and lanky with great speed and stamina he supplemented his workouts with a part time job loading trucks for UPS.

Cindy at 45 still was attractive. She didn’t look her age at all! She kept her blond hair longer than her shoulders, which added to her youthful appearance. She like her son Steve was a runner. Indeed it was because of her that Steve had developed his interest in track. Steve was only 12 when his father walked out on them and that was when Cindy began running. She made Steve go with her partly because she didn’t want to leave him alone and partly because she felt it was a good way to spend quality time together.

Cindy jumped at the sound of the phone. She had been sitting with Allen and John sharing a beer and enjoying relaxed conversation. They had been Steve’s friends for a long time and she was quite comfortable socializing with them. They talked about everything, their schoolwork, their families, and even their girlfriends with her. Cindy was the mom that everybody thought was cool. She was beautiful and as teenagers all of Steve’s friends talked about their fantasies of being with her, at least until Steve got angry.

“Looks like Steve isn’t going to make it tonight boys, the weather is getting worse and the trucks are running way behind” Cindy reported “If it keeps snowing like this he may have to sleep there!” Cindy exclaimed. “Well we can’t play cards with just the two of us why don’t you take his place Cindy?” suggested John. “I’m not much of a card player” said Cindy “all I know how to play is strip poker.” She teased. “All right!” shouted Allen “Game on” he said passing out another round of beers.

Cindy giggled, she was well versed in poker and was not the least bit worried about losing this game! She imagined her son’s friends sitting across the table from her stripped down to their skivvies looking all embarrassed and that thought of their naked bodies sent a shudder down her spine that seemed to ignite a flame between her legs. She could feel the heat spreading down to her inner thighs before she caught herself.

One hour and three beers later both boys were exactly as Cindy imagined they’d be, except she had lost her blouse with a pair of aces in her hand and nothing significant showing on the river save a king when added to the two held by John gave him his unexpected victory.

The beers were beginning to get to Cindy. She lost another hand and was now forced to slip out of her jeans. She was beginning to worry. She couldn’t concentrate on the cards anymore. Her mind kept imagining erotic fantasies with her card buddies. How did she let it get this far? One thing was certain she wasn’t about to lose! She dealt out the cards looking at Allen’s barrel chest and imagining his bulging arms wrapped around her, her eyes moved to John and a image of them together in a weird sexual position flashed across her mind and she felt her pussy begin to moisten. The river! A pair of sixes for Allen, a pair of jacks for John, Cindy displayed her cards, a pair of queens!

“Okay boys, you lose” Cindy squealed in excitement. Allen and John stood up looked at each other and looked at Cindy as they slowly peeled their briefs from their muscular bodies. Cindy eyed them up and down in awe as her mind flashed with erotic images of them. Her nipples swelled pushing against her bra and her pussy was getting wetter now dampening her panties.

John and Allen were eyeing Cindy up and down. They noticed her erect nipples and thoughts of the object to their teenage fantasies becoming a reality sent the blood pumping into their youthful anxious cocks extending like pointers towards the hunters prey.

Cindy stood up her legs shaking as Allen moved behind her sliding the chair away from the table. He put his strong hands on her shoulders kissing her lightly at the nape of her neck. John cleared the table and dropped to his knees sliding his hands up her legs under her panties and cupped her firm ass while he gripped her damp panties in his teeth ripping them from her body. Allen had unhooked her bra and was cupping her now heaving breasts tracing the erect nipples lightly with his fingers while nibbling her neck.

Meanwhile John was nibbling and licking the insides of Cindy’s thighs, lapping up the moisture that was now dripping steadily from her quivering pussy his hands massaged her ass and extended fingers reached under her from behind tickling the spot between her ass and her slit. Cindy tilted her head back and to the side her eyes closed moaning with sensory overload as Allen’s lips pressed against hers, their tongues clashing in a fit of passion.

John gripped Cindy’s ass tightly and began to lift her up. Allen followed his lead guiding her back down onto the table. Allen was leaning over her head from behind kissing her deeply, passionately as he pinched and rolled her nipples in between his fingers and allowed his hands to wander over her belly and back over her breasts. John’s mouth was now massaging Cindy’s ravenous pussy, his strong hands holding her trembling thighs wide open, his fingers spreading the lips of her pussy apart, his lips teeth and tongue in attack mode assaulting Cindy’s clitoris as her cries of ecstasy filled the room.

Now Allen’s mouth launched into attack mode. He was bent over Cindy sucking and nibbling her erect nipples, biting her belly tracing her tits with his tongue and lightly flicking wildly over the tips.

Cindy was lost in pleasure and passion. She no longer had control over her body. Pleasure seemed to becoming from every part of her. Her heart pounded and her chest was rising up and down with quick deep breaths. Her ears were ringing as she squealed and moaned in delight. She tilted her head back off the edge of the table to find Allen swollen throbbing cock poised at her lips. She took it in to her mouth with both hands her tongue circling the head wildly flicking along the vein gorged with blood. She guided him into her mouth swallowing his entire shaft. Allen clutched her breasts tightly throwing his head back and moaning in delight thrusting his hips forward and back sliding his thick cock in and out of her mouth over her full lips.

John took Cindy’s ankles and lifted them over his neck. He guided his rapacious cock into Cindy’s wanting cunt. Cindy could only gag as John’s long shaft penetrated her wet pink depths. He used his thumbs to massage her clit as his hips moved harder and faster back and forth. Cindy’s pussy gripped and released his cock over and over again causing John to scream out in pleasure. Her thighs tensed and her body convulsed her pussy twitching violently as she released cuming and cuming in waves her cries stifled by Allen’s huge cock which was now filling her mouth with what seemed like quarts of musky sweet jism spilling out of her and running down the side of her face.

John made his final thrust slamming his balls against Cindy’s soaking wet pussy the head of his long cock pressing against her womb, his fluids filling her up inside and dripping down the crack of her ass. John collapsed on top of her his head resting upon her left breast his hot breath flowing over Cindy’s still erect sensitive nipple.

Allen had collapsed too. His head lay on Cindy’s moist belly panting hot air over her still dripping wet pussy. Cindy’s head lay back gasping for air, her body so sensitive that even the invisible hairs stood at attention. “These boys aren’t very good at cards,” she thought, “but they sure are useful.” “Anybody up for another round?” she quipped breathlessly.

Sunday, January 17, 2010

A Perception of Rape

Bob stood at the end of the bar brooding as he watched Carol enjoying the margarita he purchased for her. She was chatting and laughing with her friends and he stood drinking, alone while Lionel Ritchie’s “Celebration” began playing on the jukebox.

Bob was a man of average build, but strong for his size. He had short brown hair that was buzzed on the sides and back, and eyes the color of a pale emerald gemstone. He had a square jaw and high cheekbones and was confident that most women would consider him handsome. He was competitive in nature and he didn’t like losing so he kept himself in shape. Now he stood watching, and wondering why all he got from Carol was a polite thank you and a cold shoulder. Well, this isn’t over, he thought; before this night is over I will have my way with that girl!

Carol was a pretty girl indeed, with warm, deep, dark, inviting eyes and raven black shoulder length hair. She possessed full lips and an easy, friendly, welcoming smile that made everyone she met feel relaxed and comfortable around her. She had many friends and was always attentive when carrying on a conversation with any of them.

“Hello darkness my old friend…”Simon and Garfunkel’s sounds of silence began playing on the jukebox. Bob looked up at the clock, finished up his drink, glanced over at Carol turned and left the bar. He walked quietly into the parking lot away from the lights at the entrance of the bar and waited in the shadows. Oh, she shouldn’t be too much longer he thought to himself, there was nothing but ice left in that drink. Hell, she probably doesn’t even have the money to buy herself another one, and with those small tits it’s not likely that some other guy will pay any attention to her either thought Bob.

Carol glanced at the clock. She had caught Bob’s eye as he turned to leave the bar. Why didn’t he get into the conversation with her friends? He seemed interested, but then he walked away without a word standing at the end of the bar alone! No matter, it was time to leave anyway, one more drink and I’d need a cab she thought! She gave a hug and a kiss to each of her friends, took her keys from her purse and headed for the door.

I knew it! Thought Bob, there she is now. He sharpened his gazed and watched to see which way she was headed. She headed towards the back of the lot where her car was parked in the shadows, not far from where Bob was waiting. Normally Carol wouldn’t park this far back in the lot after dark but what choice did she have? She had left work late and by time she arrived at the bar happy hour was in full swing.

Carol unlocked her door, got inside and was about to put the key in the ignition when Bob grabbed the door and pushed Carol down on the seat, closing the door in one motion. He climbed over the top of her into the passenger side and pulled the knife from his pocket, “Whatever you do, don’t make a sound”, he said. Carol could see the knife, she was still holding the keys in her hand, her finger through the center of the ring so they could be used as a weapon the way she was taught in self defense. Unfortunately Bob never gave her the chance to act and now her only choice was to remain calm.

“Drive!” Bob commanded. Where to? Carol asked in as calm a voice as she could muster. “Pull out of the lot get on the highway and head east” he said. Turn in here Bob said. Bob directed her to a wooded area where she could barely make out the tire tracks of previous visitors through the over grown brush that lead through a thick stand of trees.

They stopped at a dirt mound where the rusted hulk of a stolen car lay rotting away undiscovered. “Get out” Bob said. Carol though about running now, it was a mistake to allow him to take her to another location.

Bob grabbed the keys from the ignition and got out on the passenger side. It was now or never Carol thought and she broke into a sprint, kicking off her heels as she ran, but Bob was so much faster. He caught up to her grabbed her arm, showing her the knife he warned her not to try that again! Carol thought now the only thing left for her to do was not to resist. She had heard that rapists wanted their victims to resist.

Bob led her over the dirt mound to a grassy area where he set his coat on the ground. “Take off your clothes”! Carol reluctantly and slowly undressed unbuttoning her blouse first and allowing it to fall on the ground and then unzipping her skirt. Bob watched intently as Carol stood there in just her bra and panties, her arms crossed over her breasts.

Bob grabbed Carol by the hair pulling her head back and pressing his lips against hers. His tongue darting wildly, passionately in side her mouth, Carol made a feeble attempt to pull away until she felt the cold flat steel blade pressed against her chest. Bob slid the knife along her skin and up under her bra while still holding her head back and sucking and nibbling her neck. He jerked the knife and Carol’s bra fell to the ground revealing her lovely breasts. Carol’s breasts weren’t big but they were shaped beautifully. They were firm and her nipples stood high and proud.

Bob cupped her breast in his hand while still holding the knife, and held it up to his mouth. He began sucking, and rolling the nipple around with his anxious tongue. He was beginning to get excited now and his growing cock was pressing against his jeans. Carol gasped as he slid the knife down into Carol’s panties slicing through the material on her right leg and then again on her left and the panties fell to the ground. “Open my shirt and you better make me happy” he said. Carol nervously unbuttoned his shirt and began kissing his chest while Bob reached down and began massaging her pussy, running his thick fingers up and down her slit circling her clitoris.

Bob opened his jeans and let them drop to the ground exposing his thick bulging cock, pushing Carol’s head down and directing her to his member. On your knees he instructed. Carol knew the only thing to do was comply, don’t do anything foolish and do whatever he says I know I’ll get out of this! She reluctantly placed her mouth over his cock taking it partly into her mouth. “Is that the best you could do!” Bob shouted taking her by the back of the head and thrusting his hips forward almost causing Carol to gag, but she was up to the task. She held his cock with both hands now, stroking him while she sucked, her tongue flicking over the head and up and down the shaft. Bob’s eyes rolled in the back of his head and he moaned in delight. She stroked faster now, passionately, just make him happy was her only thought! Bob’s legs buckled as he thrust his hips forward clutching Carol’s head, his cock erupted, like a volcano long overdue to relieve the pressure of hot magma making its way to the surface, Bob’s semen squirted into the back of her throat filling her mouth. Carol swallowed thinking is it over?

Bob was breathing heavily now, but he was far from finished. He pushed Carol back on to his coat and climbed on top of her. You like that didn’t you? He asked, You want more don’t you? Bob taunted. Just agree, make him happy, don’t resist thought Carol. Bob lifted Carol’s legs over his shoulders, and holding his still hard cock in his hand he slid it up and down her slit, the head just spreading her now swollen lips, and rubbing her clit with it. “Beg me for it” he said “Tell me you want it! He commanded her. “Please, fuck me” she whimpered. Bob slid his cock inside her slowly and withdrew slowly. “Keep “begging, you know you want it” he screamed at her. “Fuck me, please fuck me” she yelled and Bob began thrusting faster. “Beg baby” he screamed, “beg!” “Harder please fuck me harder!” Carol’s mind went blank she had given in to Bob’s power and domination she had become excited by it and was raising her hips up to meet his thrusts, contracting her muscles and milking his member as Bob continued faster his balls slapping against her wet with the juices now flowing freely.

Carol wrapped her legs around Bob’s back and tensed screaming out into the night “I’m cumming”! Oh God! I’m cumming!” Her pussy spasmed as Bob thrust deep inside her and held her collapsing against her body his cock twitching as he washed her womb with his sperm, his thighs tingling.

Carol wrapped her arms around him holding him tight to her as they rolled onto their sides, Bob’s cock still inside her, they kissed passionately. “I love you so much” Bob whispered, “I love you too” Carol responded. Bob was overcome with affection. Even after 15 years of marriage. He knew there was no other woman like Carol. She never ran out of ways to keep their love making exciting. This was all her idea, to meet at the bar, to leave when Sounds of Silence began playing, the knife, all of it!

We lay there in each other’s arms looking up at the clear night sky and I wondered, what Carol had planned for our next adventure!

Friday, January 15, 2010

When Opportunity Knocks

It was a rainy day in New York City and as anyone knows it was impossible on such days to get a cab. I had been in the city on business and knowing the weather would be bad decided to take my own car. The rain was really coming down hard as I turned onto Broadway when I noticed a young woman desperately trying to hail a cab. I recognized her as a woman I had polite conversation with while in the lunch buffet line. She was on vacation and was supposed to meet up with her cousin. She obviously failed to make her rendezvous, as she was alone and soaked to the core! She was a pretty young thing with large, penetrating blue eyes and blonde hair that fell gently past her shoulders framing an invitingly smooth neck. She had an oval face topped by short bangs and a warm friendly smile that, unlike native New Yorkers, invited polite conversation. Though rather short she was well proportioned with an attractive figure that was revealed by her tight fitting jeans and white tank top.

I decided I’d be the perfect host and offer to help her out of her predicament. I stopped in the street in front of her rolling down the passenger window. “Hey, you’re never going to get a cab now!” I said. “Can I drop you somewhere?”

“Oh, my God thank you!” she replied jumping into my car happy to be out of the downpour.

“Look at you! You’re soaked! You need to get into some dry clothes!” I said.

“I’ve got to find my cousin, she has all of our bags!” she said.

“Listen…what did you say your name was?” I asked


“Jasmine.” she replied

“I’m Steven, Steven Jacobs. Glad to meet you!” I said extending my hand. Her skin was warm and soft though wet and her touch was delicate like the flower she was named after. The name fit her well. I couldn’t place the smell of her perfume until then. Jasmine, of course!

“Listen Jasmine, I said I don’t live far from here. My wife has some clothes she was looking to donate that look as though they’ll probably fit you. Why not come back to my place take a nice hot shower and change into some dry clothes before looking for your cousin. Maybe by then this rain will have let up.” I suggested.

“Wow! You’d do that for me?” She asked incredulously. “I thought New Yorkers were mean.” She laughed with her warm inviting smile spreading across her face.

“They are.” I said, “Except me of course!” I chuckled as her contagious smile infected me.

I unlocked the door to my apartment and guided Jasmine inside. “The bathroom is down the hall first door on the left.” I said.

“Your wife isn’t home?” Jasmine asked.

“No. She’s working. She doesn’t get home until after six.” I said before I heard the sound of the shower. I took off my coat and tie and went to grab a beer from the fridge.

“Oh Steve, can you bring me a towel?” Jasmine shouted from the bathroom.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” I said before retrieving the towel from the linen closet and heading towards the bathroom. Suddenly my mind started to wander. I found myself thinking about sex in the shower. The thoughts sparking my desire suddenly translated to increased blood flow to my lower extremity.

“I’ll just leave them here.” I said noticing Jasmine’s naked form distorted by the privacy glass of the shower stall.

“Thank you Steve.” She said. “Oh Steve.”

“Yes.” I said as I watched.

“Would you mind washing my back?” she asked mischievously.

I suddenly realized I was at a crossroad, the place where fantasy meets opportunity. My mind was no longer functioning, my breathing was already heavy, my heart was pounding in my chest and I was being lead by the ache in my loins.

“What?” I said checking to make sure I heard the question right.

“Wash my back.” Jasmine called back giggling.

Before she could say another word I was in the shower with her the divining rod between my legs pointing at her treasure. She turned her back to me and held her hair up off her shoulders. I poured the body wash directly into my hands and began massaging her back.

“’ve got strong hands.” She said.

I worked the lather down her curves in trembling hands caressing the cheeks of her firm and curvaceous ass before sliding them inside her inner thighs. She moaned in delight as my hands brushed along her slit.

“Ohhhh…mmmm….that feels good.” she whispered while reaching back with one hand and grasping my engorged erection. She pulled me towards her and my soapy hands came around in front massaging her ample breasts. My eager lips hungrily kissed her soft neck as she wriggled her soapy ass against my cock while the hot water streamed down our bodies.

She turned quickly around taking the body wash in her hands and stroking my cock. The sensation of her slippery hands on my member slipping over the head was driving me wild. She was biting her bottom lip and looking deep into my eyes enjoying the effect she was having on me. I looked down at her erect nipples rivulets of water flowing past them and had an irresistible urge to take them into my mouth. I drew one in rolling it around with my tongue while my fingers pulled, twisted and stroked the other. A loud moan escaped her lips as she pulled my head against her breast. She was still lightly stroking my cocking driving me into a passionate frenzy my moans of pleasure vibrating through her hardened nipples.

“Oh Jasmine …I need to be inside you!” I pleaded.

“Fuck me Steve, fuck me hard damn it!” she screamed out

I lifted her up and pinned her against the wall her legs wrapped around my back as I guided my slippery cock into her slowly. I felt her pussy twitching, clutching onto my shaft as I relished the feeling of her heat surrounding my member. Our lips came together in heated passion, our tongues thrusting together almost in rhythm with my hips. I was pumping wildly now our cries of pleasure echoed in the bathroom.

“Uh…uh….oh…yes….yes…YESSSSSSS!!!!” she cried out her pussy convulsing her release washing over me triggered my own release. I slammed into her deep pressing her against the wall my cock erupting in jets that filled her before streaming down her legs.

We held each other in a tight embrace the water continuing to shower over our bodies while we both tried to recover our breath my cock still inside her until it returned to normal.

Afterwards I gave her my wife’s clothes and a bag for her wet things. “Damn those look better on you then they did on my wife!” I exclaimed.

“Why thank you Steve!” She said giggling as she spun around as though she were modeling them for me. “I better get going. I’ve go to find my cousin before she starts to worry.” she said before kissing me and heading out.

“How long are you going to be in town?” I asked.

“Oh don’t worry Steve, you don’t owe me anything. Thanks for all your help!” she said waving goodbye.

Later, I jumped when I heard the door open thinking she changed her mind but it was my wife.

“What’s that smell?” I asked, “It smells familiar.”

“It’s a new perfume I bought on the way home, it’s called Jasmine.” She exclaimed excitedly. “Do you like it?” she asked.

“Very much so.” I said, “Very much so!”

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Shock And Awe

Except for the fact that the box had no return address on it, it could have been like any other box she received every day from countless vendors that sent her samples and hoped that she would place a large order with them but she was not prepared for this! The box contained a cell phone and a note that simply said “If you want to see you’re loved one again, take this phone and drive to the North Fork station by 5 PM and wait for further instructions.” No police and come alone or else!” Joan’s heart leapt and caught in her throat. “It must be some kind of joke!” she thought, “Well it certainly isn’t funny!” She had already spoken to her kids and they seemed fine. She had just hung up the phone with her mom and there was no indication of anything wrong there. She continued down her mental list of family and close friends and it suddenly dawned on her that she hadn’t spoke to her husband since he left for work this morning. She dialed his office immediately and asked Katie the receptionist if she could speak with her husband Paul. “He’s not in today” said Katie, “I thought he was out of town” Katie added. “Thanks.” Joan said trying not to sound alarmed, “I’ll try his cell.”

Joan arrived at the North Fork station by 4:30. She paced nervously with the cell phone from the box in one hand and her cell in the other. She was pressing redial again and again came the message “The Verizon customer you are trying….” She hung up and jumped when the phone from the box began ringing. “Hello!” she said excitedly. “Take the 5:03 to Greenport and wait further instructions.” Said a voice apparently disguised electronically. “I want to speak to my husband!” she cried but the voice was already gone. She bought her ticket and made the train just moments before it was to leave and arrived at Greenport an hour later standing on the platform looking lost and feeling confused. “Who would take her husband and why?” she thought trying to figure what they could possibly want. After all, they weren’t rich they were just ordinary people! The cell began ringing again. “Take the jet ferry to New London and board bus 2020 to Foxwoods then wait in the lobby of the hotel for further instructions.” The voice said. “Remember no police come alone, or else!” “What do you want from us!” screamed Joan.

Joan was waiting in the lobby, looking at everybody suspiciously. She would be frightened except for her concern. She still wasn’t able to get a hold of Paul, and still could not imagine what these people wanted. She wanted to call the police but was afraid that if she did and they had Paul something bad would happen. She had arranged with her mom to watch the kids telling her she would be out of town for a meeting with a vendor and would call her later. She answered quickly when the cell rang again. “Go to room 410, knock three times” came the voice. “If you hurt my husband I’ll…,” she whispered angrily into the silent phone and headed quickly toward the elevator.

Joan was waiting at the door after having knocked 3 times as asked. She could sense the eyes peering through the peephole checking to make sure she was alone when the door opened slightly and the disguised voice stated, “Come in.” The room was very dark. The heavy drapes had been drawn and there were no lights on. She entered cautiously as the door closed behind her. Here eyes were beginning to adjust to the room lit only by the nightlight in the corner. “Where’s my husband?” she demanded. “You’ll find out soon enough provided you do as you’re told.” came the voice “Walk towards the bed and turn around.” the voice instructed, “Now, undress slowly.” “I’m not doing anything until I see my husband!” Joan demanded, “If you ever want to see your husband you’ll do as you’re told!” the voice exclaimed sternly. Joan began to undress unbuttoning her blouse like it was all business. “I said slowly, a little more sexy, make it a good show!” the voice warned. Joan did her best to comply opening her blouse slowly exposing first her shoulders hesitating then letting it fall seductively to the floor. She was looking at the man and could see that he wore a hood with cutouts for eyes and his mouth. He held something in his hand, a weapon perhaps.

She had stripped down to her bra and panties and waited when the man said “The rest of them please.” “Now look here mister…” Joan began to protest. “Quiet and do as you’re told. I’m not going to tell you again!” the man’s voice cut her off. Joan unhooked her bra freeing her voluptuous tits then slowly slid her panties down wriggling her hips slightly. “Ahhh…very nice Joan! “You’re husband was right, you have a beautiful set of tits!” he said. “Now there on the bed, is an outfit I’d like you to put that on.” “When will I see my husband?” Joan asked impatiently. “Keep co-operating and it won’t be long, and if you don’t, well…,”he didn’t finish the sentence but just let the words hang in the air.

Joan took the delicate red lace bra and put it on her nipples poked through the opening designed just for that purpose. She placed on the matching red lace crotch-less panties and the lace garter that hugged her waist and secured the red lace hose around the middle of her thighs. When she had finished the voice commanded “Turn around”. The man came up behind her tying a blindfold over her eyes then pushed her onto the bed as Joan gasped. “Keep quiet!” the man exclaimed straddling her body and securing her feet to the bed with the red lace fabric but leaving her hands free. “There that’s better” the man said dropping his robe to the floor and removing his hood.

Joan was scared but at the same time she had a sense of arousal. There was something about being helpless, naked in front of a stranger and in danger that was exciting. Something about being restrained, dominated and being told what to do that began to make her pussy wet and her nipples harden extending further beyond the red lace. “Now I want you to touch yourself” he said, “I want you to play with your nipples” the electronically modified voice was husky and breathy as the man directed Joan’s actions.

“Yes. Yes, brush them lightly, yes, that’s it, now put your fingers in your mouth and slide them up and down your hard nipples.” “Oh yes I like that!” “Do you like that?” “Does that feel good Joan?” The man was taunting her. She couldn’t see him but she knew he was near, she could feel his presence and she was getting hotter, the juices were beginning to flow inside her. Why was he doing this to her?

“I see your pussy is getting wet! Now touch your pussy! Yes, that’s right rub your clit now insert your fingers with the other hand in that sweet honey hole of yours. Oh Yeah! Make your self cum for me Joan, make it good sweetheart, I want to hear you moan! Come on baby remember this is for your husband!” he coached and Joan was doing her best to comply. She was soaking wet now. Her pussy was on fire! She almost forgot about the danger and became lost in the pleasure she was giving herself knowing that this man was watching her making her do these things to herself just made her so horny. She was thrusting four of her fingers deep inside herself and bucking her hips shaking her head side to side and moaning while her other hand rubbed her hard bud wildly. Ohh…Ohhh…OOOOHHHH…AAAHHHHIIIIEEEE… she yelped her body shaking as wave after wave of orgasmic release consumed her body her cum soaking the sheets beneath her ass.

The man straddled her grasping her wrists and one by one he stuck her fingers in his mouth sucking her cum from them and the securing them above her head to the bed. Joan was panting from her release and the fear of what might happen next. She could feel the man’s stiff cock on her chest as he straddled her. Mmmm he groaned softly cupping her ample breasts squeezing them together his throbbing cock in between them. He moved his hips slowly back and forth sliding his cock between her tits. “We need to get this wet” he said in a breathy voice and he guided his cock to Joan’s lips and she opened her mouth to take it inside. She relaxed her throat as he began thrusting it in and out. Now sufficiently wet with her saliva he slid his cock between her tits and pumped his hips back and forth.

Suddenly he stopped and got up. Joan’s heart was racing, as was her mind. Who was this man? There was something familiar about him, his actions. She was completely at this man’s mercy! Then she felt his hot breath between her open legs his tongue darting up her inner thighs to find her wet slit. His hands spread apart her labia and his anxious tongue stiffened and darted inside. He was alternately rubbing her clit with his fingers while his tongue lapped at her depths then flicked wildly over her clit as his fingers probed her g-spot. Joan couldn’t move her legs but she wriggled and bucked her hips as he brought her again and again to the heights of ecstasy. He was on top of her now, his face firmly pressed into her pussy his knees beside her head he positioned his cock against her lips and pressed his hips forward pushing the throbbing head back into her mouth. She sucked and stroked him as he moved his hips up and down. He was moaning in delight into her salacious pussy, dripping wet with cum from her multiple orgasms and the man eagerly lapped up her juices.

Joan felt him begin to tense his cock burst and fired his hot musky fluid down her throat causing her to gag slightly as she gulped down his seed. The man got up and turned around still straddling Joan’s body. He placed his lips gently against hers and began kissing her passionately. Their tongues entwined exchanging and mixing the remaining juices still in their mouths. The man slipped the blindfold from Joan’s eyes. She blinked in disbelief as she realized why this man’s actions, and his taste seed so familiar. “Paul, you bastard!” she screamed, struggling against her restraints and the weight of Paul’s body. Paul chuckled mischievously, “You have just experienced the first phase of our shock and awe valentines day celebration!” We have romantic dinner reservation at 9:00 Pm on the 24th floor of Paragons. After which we have a night of dancing at club BB. When we’ve had enough of that we can spend some time in the casino, at least until I tire of looking at you with your clothes on! Then it’s back to our room for a night of continued sexual pleasure, a room service breakfast in the morning and then a day in the Spa, where we’ll enjoy relaxing in the sauna and steam room in our plush terry cloth robes, followed by an hour of aromatherapy massage with essential scented oils.” “Oh, that’s the awe part”, Paul chuckled again.

“Damn it Paul! Did you have to scare the hell out of me first?” Joan asked as Paul untied her restraints. “Sorry honey, It was the only way I could think of to convince you to pleasure me orally!” Paul laughed. “You could have just asked!” said Joan as she took his hand and they headed for the shower.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

To Those That Wait

Greg sat at the bar of the dance club nursing his beer. A lot had happened since his separation from Jill. Jill had been having an affair with a friend of their mutual friends. Greg had found out that this had been going on for some time. On the nights he was playing basketball Jill was visiting their friends, at least that is what she told Greg, when he reality she was meeting a man introduced to her by their friends and fucking him silly!

Greg was feeling betrayed by his friends. That they allowed this to go on behind his back really bothered him. Worse was his discovery of his best friend Jeff screwing Jill in his own home! It was bad enough that his wife Jill had betrayed him, but that all of the people that he thought were his friends betrayed him too. He could deal with the betrayal by his wife, after all their marriage was in trouble from the start and hadn’t improved with time. Greg even felt as though he deserved it, wasn’t he was also cheating on Jill?

Greg was feeling alone. Indeed he was alone thrust back into the “singles” scene without a friend he could trust. Sure there was always Jackie, but she wasn’t really a friend. Sex with Jackie was a certainty and provided some comfort at least until she asked for the inevitable “loan” or some other favor like fixing her car. Greg wasn’t judging her, but he began to feel like she was a prostitute and really didn’t have any feelings for him, hardly someone you could call a friend.

Greg drained his beer, got up and headed for the bathroom squeezing his way through the happy crowd. He quickly drained his bladder and headed back to the bar. He noticed a tall blond girl wriggling in the crowd and though now would be a good time to try out one of his pick up lines. “God, it’s been so long since I’ve done this!” he thought. He brushed past the front of blond girl and in a loud voice asked “If I told you, you had a nice body, would you hold it against me?” “Fuck off creep!” was her kind reply and Greg rushed to the safety of the bar.

He found a seat next to a group of girls laughing, singing and downing shots. “I’ll have what they’re having” Greg shouted to the bartender, “and get these ladies another round” he added. “Thank you !” Patty gushed. “This is Debbie, Kim and Caren,” she said pointing to each of her friends. “Caren’s getting married next week,” “woo hoo” she screamed raising their glasses and downing their shots of Grey Goose before sucking their sugar coated lemons. Greg downed his shot too, delighted to be a part of a happy celebration he smiled broadly “Congratulations! Another round please” he shouted.

Patty was a tall young woman with long blond hair tied back in a ponytail. She had eyes like round green saucers, which were complimented by her slinky red dress that reached down to the tops of her shapely thighs. Debbie was a petite girl with a round face and dark mysterious eyes that dared to be explored. She had small breasts with nipples clearly visible through her brown satin halter. Kim had light brown hair and soft curls that fell on bare shoulders. Her ample breasts were restrained with a strapless lace bra visible just over the top of her green tube top. Caren had long straight blond hair with red and light brown highlights that reached to the middle of her back and curled under her breasts. She wore a black cocktail dress with a plunging neckline that invited ones eyes to peak down and admire her charms. Suddenly, Greg realized he couldn’t keep from smiling, his broad grin was frozen on his face!

In a short time Greg was totally drunk, as were his newfound friends. The five of them were dancing rubbing against each other bumping into others on the dance floor and singing. They passed Greg around taking turns with him for the slower numbers, squeezing his tight firm buns and returning to the bar for shots in between.

Last call was an hour ago and it was time to go. The girls had rented a limo for the evening and offered to take Greg home. Well actually it was more like they had to drag him home. They loaded Greg in the limo and in a slurred voice he directed the driver to his house. Having arrived the girls could see that Greg was going to need some help so they carried him to the door helped him inside and dropped him on the bed.

“We can’t leave him like this”, Patty said, “let’s get him undressed.” Patty began to unbutton his shirt Debbie undid his belt and zipper Kim and Debbie teamed up to pull off his pants, lifting his ass and yanking the legs. Caren helped Patty lift him so she could remove his shirt. Greg lay in bed singing, “Let’s get it on” in just his boxers, the head of his rather large cock almost poking out of one leg. The girls stood admiring Greg’s body. He was quite fit though not muscular. “You know”, said Patty, “this could be Caren’s last chance to have another man before she’s married. Debbie, help me with these boxers.”

“That’s a pretty good looking cock don’t you think Caren?” Patty asked. “I don’t know” said Caren, “I think Bill’s is bigger.” “That’s because it isn’t hard yet” said Debbie taking Greg’s flaccid cock in her hand and bending over and surrounding the bulbous head with her soft moist lips. “Oh My God!” giggled Caren. “I can’t believe you just did that” screamed Kim. “Come on we all know Debbie is a slut.” Patty laughed, “let’s see how he kisses.” She bent over placing her lips lightly against Greg’s. Greg moaned parting his lips his tongue caressing Patty’s in a gentle but passionate dance, the tip of his tongue probing all the surfaces of Patty’s eager mouth. Debbie warm moist lips were stroking only the head of Greg’s cock slipping it in and out of her mouth. His flaccid member had swollen engorged with blood and was standing tall and thick.

“On My”, sighed Caren, “I think his cock is bigger than Bills!” “Oh and his kiss is more than adequate” Patty added. “Let me see!” shouted Kim. She was on the opposite side of Greg across from Patty when she pressed her anxious lips against Greg’s kissing him so deeply she practically gagged him. Patty was sucking on his nipple and biting his firm chest. “Hey!” Caren shouted, “I’m the bride to be I got to have some of this”. She knelt opposite of Debbie clutching Greg’s glistening shaft her tongue darted up and down the member meeting Debbie’s mouth at the tip. The two girls tongues traced each other lips and flicked wildly over each other’s tongue with Greg’s pulsating member in between.

Patty and Kim were tongue kissing each other and Greg at the same time. Greg was moaning in ecstasy. Caren’s pussy was becoming wet her nipples were hard and she was anxious to have that marvelous member thrusting inside her. She pulled the dress over her head and kicked off her panties. Debbie wanted a piece of this too, she slipped out of her halter peeling off her jeans and panties in one motion. “Me first” Caren screamed. “Okay, no rush” said Debbie brushing Caren’s long blond hair away from her breasts holding her face and kissing her passionately. They each slid a hand down over each other’s moist mound, Their fingers parting swollen anxious pussy lips probed their respective slits massaging the hard button below the moist folds.

Patty and Kim quickly shed their clothing. Patty Straddled Greg’s face, sliding her moist pussy lips over his mouth. Kim straddled Greg’s chest taking Patty in her arms, pressing their breasts together and kissing passionately tongues twirling slowly and light around as they mover their swollen nipples against each other brushing the sensitive tips goose bumps of pleasure rising on their soft skin.

Greg was moaning in delight. Patty’s pussy was dripping it’s pleasure onto Greg’s lips his tongue reacting as if by instinct snaked out and flicked against her clit, her moans captured by Kim’s hungry open mouth. Caren straddled Greg’s massive cock while Debbie kissed her breasts. Caren guided Greg inside her gently, slowly, allowing the pussy to capture and caress the bulbous head and inch down his glistening shaft. She gasped as his thickness spread her open the mushroom head pressing against her womb. She sat there for a moment feeling the hot throbbing cock inside her and Debbie’s eager mouth sucking and biting her nipples.

Caren’s cunt was quivering. She began rising up and down on Greg slowly at first. Debbie was behind Caren now, her tongue darting over Caren’s ass lapping up the juices dripping down Greg’s shaft onto his balls. She was hold Caren’s breasts pulling the nipples and guiding her up and down motions Caren was screaming “Oh my God! Oh My God! I’m cuming I’m fucking cumming!”

Patty had her pussy pressed against Greg’s face. She was rocking wildly on his mouth rubbing her bud hard against his chin as his tongue lapped up her sweet nectar. The sight of Caren and Debbie and Kim’s eager kisses sucking and biting her nipples was driving her crazy, but watching Caren’s body shudder and spasm was too much her pussy tightened and convulsed waves of orgasmic release spread out from her pleasure center to her hips making her buck wildly as she screamed. Kim and Patty reversed position. Kim’s pussy was already soaking wet and she was anxious to reach the heights of pleasure she witnessed of her friends. Patty was more than happy to help her get there.

Debbie was now straddling Greg’s thick cock but she wasn’t so gentle. She liked it rough and having to have to wait for it made her that much more desirous. She mounted Greg in the opposite direction of Caren with her back towards his head so she could use his raised knees for support. She dropped herself right down hard on his cock slamming her ass against his balls with great force that he gasped the sound muffled by Kim’s pussy as it rocked on his face. Caren was nibbling the back of Debbie’s neck as she went to town practically jumping up and down on Greg’s spear. She had one hand on his balls. She would make sure he wouldn’t cum until she was ready! She was ridding him hard slamming down against him and then rocking forward and back rubbing her clit hard against his shaft when she fell his balls tense she would stop rise up and grip his shaft at the bottom tightly with two fingers until he eased and then she would continue.

Kim was leaning forward now rubbing her clit wildly on Greg’s chin. Patty was behind her now holding her hip with one hand and fingering her sweet hole with the other. Her moans were filling the room as she watched Debbie assaulting Greg’s cock. Caren was now in front of Debbie holding her ass while she rocked her bud on Greg’s cock Caren’s tongue darted over Greg’s balls tasting her juices. Debbie was ready her pussy tightened gripping Greg’s shaft “Oh…Oh …Fuck…Fuck…Fuck me mother fucker! Aaaiiieee!” She screamed as Greg burst into her. Her body bucked wildly her pussy gripping and releasing his thick member shudders swept over her from her convulsing pussy out to her hips and up to her shoulders, the sight of Caren lapping up her cum intensified the orgasm.

Kim was wriggling her ass pushing back against Patty’s fingers, Oh…oh….oh… uhh…

I’m…. oh….ahhhhhhhh…she moaned her body shook her thighs felt like they were on fire waves of heat flooded out over her hips and beyond as her cum fell onto Greg’s face, she collapsed onto his belly as Patty extracted her fingers placing them one by one in her mouth savoring Kim’s sweetness. It had been a hell of a bachelorette party and the limo driver was waiting it was time to go.

Greg woke up the next morning wondering what had happened to him. He had a terrific headache, his balls were aching and his mouth felt like a glazed donut. He had vague memories of sharing drinks with pretty young ladies at the bar. He remembered dancing and hollering, but he couldn’t remember how he got home. Images flashed in his mind of the girls from the bar engaging him in pleasures of the flesh, but were these memories or was it drunken dreams? He vowed never to drink like that again!

Monday, January 11, 2010

Like The River Flows (Part 5 The Affair)

Mary stopped short her face suddenly turned serious the redness flooding her cheeks as she looked at what she had just walked into. Steven’s jaw dropped his face contorted as he gazed on the shocking scene. John was lying naked on top of his love his passion still surrounded by her warmth his back to those that just entered the room and for just an instant was unaware of their presence until Shelly screamed out.

“My God! Steven!” she yelled throwing John off to her side and pulling the sheets up covering her breasts as she sat up n the bed. Shelly’s heart was pounding her mouth open wide while she stared in disbelief at the shocked look on her husbands face. John pulled the sheets around his waist his eyes darting between Steven and Mary. His heart was racing as thoughts passed through his mind almost as rapidly.

“What have I done? What the hell is Mary doing here? Oh my God, Shelly! I’ve ruined her life!” he thought.

Mary spoke first. “Oh my, I’m so sorry! I had no idea you two were in here!” she said apologetically not realizing she was still holding Steven’s hand.

Steven spoke next. He looked right into Shelly’s hazel eyes a look of pure disappointment on his face “I can’t believe you would do this to me Shelly! For God’s sake you only just met the man and you’re already in bed with him! You fucking whore!”

John was not about to let him get away with that. He jumped up from the bed holding the sheets in front of his manhood his face grew red with anger. “Now just a minute!” he screamed his steel blue eyes glaring right at Steven.

Steven was not about to take any advice from a philanderer. “You just shut the fuck up and mind you business asshole!” he shouted back at John. “You had to hit on my wife? What, this beautiful young lady wasn’t enough for you?” he asked angrily as he held up Mary’s hand.

“Just a minute Steven!” Shelly shouted, “Just what were you doing here with Mary?” she asked.

“What do you mean?” Steven was stalling as he tried to come up with a suitable answer. “Why we were, uh I was, that is… Well Mary wanted me to…I mean… I was just walking Mary to her room. She was looking for John and thought he might be ill and in need of help. She didn’t want to go alone.”

“Is that the best you could do Steven? Did you also need to hold her hand? Really! Don’t lie to me Steven!” Shelly said.

“Wait a second! Suddenly this is about me? I’m not the one in bed fucking a stranger!” Steven shouted.

Shelly threw the sheets aside and jumped out of bed and looked angrily up into Steven’s eyes and slapped him across his face. “Don’t ever talk to me like that again!” she scolded

“John, isn’t some stranger that I was fucking, he’s the man I love!”

“Shelly, don’t!” John yelled, “You don’t have to do this!”

Mary looked at the hurt on Stevens face and caught his hand in hers. “Okay, let’s just calm down everybody.” She said in a calm measured tone. Steven, why don’t we go back downstairs and give them a minute to get dressed. Everybody is a little emotional right now and we’re just likely to say things that we’re going to regret. It would be better to meet in the bar after we’ve all had a couple of minutes and talk this over rationally, you know with our clothes on.” Mary smirked trying to inject a little humor into the situation.

Steven looked at Mary gazing blanking into her dark eyes. He was impressed at how she took control of the situation, at how she was able to remain calm. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly then looked at Shelly and in a calm tone said, “I suppose Mary’s right. We’ll meet you downstairs in the bar. I just need some time to think and talk this through.”

Mary took Steven’s hand and led him out of the room. She looked back over her shoulder at John and winked. “Damn that Mary! She knew what she was doing!” John thought. What was it she had said to me, Sometimes John, you have to make your own fate.

Damn her! I have to make my own fate I don’t need any help!” He thought. “Oh yeah and Destiny is something that sometimes has to be achieved, not something you wait for.

Well I guess Mary got tired of waiting for my destiny!”

“John why don’t you take a shower and I’ll straighten up here a little bit before I head back to my room to get changed.” Shelly said kissing him lightly. “Just give me a half hour and come get me,” she added.

“Okay Shell, I love you!” John said a smile spreading across his face.

“I love you too baby.” Shelly said.

John came out of the shower to find Shelly gone. He dressed quickly and waited the agreed half hour before he left the room to get Shelly. He knocked on her door several times without a response. He put his ear to the door to listen for any signs of activity in the room and heard nothing. “Shelly, it’s John. You in there?” he said knocking again. “She must have went down to the bar with the others,” he thought, “I hope she’s all right!” John headed for the elevator quickly worried that Shelly might not be able to handle things alone. He kept pressing the down button as if his actions would make the elevator arrive quicker.

John rushed to the bar and looked around for the others. He spotted Mary and Steven at a table in the corner and headed over to join them. “Hi, where’s Shelly?” he asked looking at Mary.

“Well isn’t she with you? Steven responded.

“She went back to her room to change. She was supposed to wait for me before joining you here. I thought she left without waiting for me.” John explained.

“If she left her room she didn’t come here.” Mary said.

“Well, I’ll go up and get her.” Steven suggested.

“Oh no!” John replied, “We’ll all go!”

They all left and headed up to Steven’s room. John and Mary were standing behind him when he inserted the electronic key and opened the door. They followed Steven inside and looked around the room.

“Well, her luggage is still here, but I don’t see her bag.” Steven said.

Mary checked the bathroom. “There’s no makeup in here!” she exclaimed. “She must have left and if she took her makeup, I doubt she’s coming back!”

Steven looked over at the nightstand by the side of the bed where he slept and noticed a note. He picked it up and looked at it a perplexed look on his face.

“What does it say?” Mary asked.

Steven read the note aloud,

“Anger has found me here and

Keeps my thoughts from running clear

For sanity I must escape

To a place my heart can race

Beneath a canopy under the Sun

Where once was two then was one
Where words spoken soon are gone

And all the while life goes on”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean!” Steven shouted angrily.

“It means she’s gone! She took off!” John exclaimed.

“But where?” Steven asked now with a voice of concern.

“I think we should split up. Steven, you go to the airport. John, check the train station, and I’ll go down to the bus station.” Mary said in her calm voice of reason but with a tone of authority. “You do have a picture of her with you, don’t you Steven? I’ll make copies and if you find her call me on my cell.” She added.

“Wait a minute!” John interrupted. “We only have two cars between us. Two of us are going to have to go together.”

Mary reached into her purse grabbed her keys and tossed them to John. “Take my car, I’ll go along with Steven. He could probably use the support right now.” She said taking Steven by the hand her dark eyes gazing onto his as a wry smile began to form on her face.

John turned and ran out of the room heading for Mary’s car. He knew Shelly wouldn’t be found at the airport, train station or bus stop. He knew where he had to go and he knew Steven was in good hands.

“Steven, you’re brilliant!’ Mary said as he closed the door to his room.

“Why thank you Mary! I couldn’t have done it without you though.” Steven said trying to contain his smile.

“But how did you know Shelly would take off and leave a note? Mary asked.

“Well, she’s a writer. She loves to write, and she always runs away whenever we have heated arguments that are unsettled.” Steven explained.

“My, you are sexy when you’re devious!” Mary exclaimed. She could already feel the sex growing between her legs. “Now are you going to fuck me or do I have to beg?”

“Oh, I’m going to want to hear you beg dear!” Steven exclaimed as he began to peel Mary out of her dress.

Their lips met in a heated passionate kiss. Steven cupped and squeezed her breasts in frenzy, his other hand sliding down to squeeze her ass. Mary tugged frantically at his pants undoing the belt and zipper before clutching his growing manhood. Steven pushed her away discarding his shirt and boxer shorts. He threw her on the bed and leapt on top of her holding her wrists down before sucking and nibbling her neck breasts and nipples.

“Oh yeah! Take me my devious devil!” Mary cried out panting.

Steven pushed his knees between her legs and spread them open his stiffness perched at the opening of her moist and anxious mound.

“Beg you bitch, beg me to fuck you, you fucking slut!” Steven yelled between ragged breaths.

“Please, master, please fuck me, fuck me hard!” Mary pleaded.

Steven guided his throbbing member inside her slamming into her depths while Mary grasped. He was thrusting in and out slamming harder and faster against her as she dug her nails into his back drawing lines of blood behind them. Mary was still wearing her heels when she wrapped her legs around Steven and dug them into his lower back. She was bucking to meet his thrusts while grunting and screaming in delight to his phallic assault. She screamed out “Uhnnnn aaaaiiiieee ohhhhh my godddd I’m cumminggggg!”

as her body was rocked by waves of release her pussy contracting violently. Steven slammed himself to the bottom of her desire, holding himself still and holding his breath for just an instant before crying out with his own release. His manhood twitched inside her mingling with Mary’s own flow before spilling out and soaking the sheets beneath them.

“That was wonderful you savage bastard!” Mary said still panting.

“You were marvelous as always my little salacious slut!” Steven replied as they paused to regain control of themselves.

After some time relaxing in each other’s arms Mary asked “Isn’t it wonderful how we managed to work things out?”

“Well it helped that you were invited to my cousins wedding! Steven replied. “One thing I wanted to ask you Mary was how did you arrange for Shelly to go to the ski house?”

Mary chuckled, “Oh that was pure coincidence! I had planned on relaxing there that week when John called. He told he that he met the woman of his dreams but that she was married. He was a little upset and was wondering if he could stay at the house for a while. Shortly after that I got your call and agreed to fly out to meet you. I had no idea Shelly was the woman or that she would be driving past my house!”

“When she called me and I saw that phone number on the caller ID, I couldn’t believe it! I thought it was you calling my house, and it scared the crap out of me!” Steven said.

“It was that night that we met that I put two and two together and figured out it was Shelly that John was in love with!” Mary said laughing. “Then when I found out my friend was your cousin that’s when I got the idea to take John to the wedding,” she continued.

“And you say I’m devious!” Steven said as they both laughed.

It was dark by time John got home, too dark to go down to the river. He would have to wait until morning for that. All he could do was hope that he was right about where Shelly was going. Even if he was right about the location, Shelly didn’t leave any clues about the timing. He made up his mind to just go there every day hoping sooner or later she would show up. He slept restlessly that night anxious for the morning to come.

Daybreak arrived and John hurried to get down to his favorite spot on the river. He traveled the path through the grass and then the opening through the trees that led to the place on the bank where nature was witness to his love for Shelly. As he emerged from the trees there she was. Sitting on a blanket with a bottle of champagne, two glasses and an assortment of breakfast muffins. She was wearing a white floral sundress that scooped down revealing the tops of her ample breasts. The morning sun glinted through the trees and set the highlights of her blond hair aglow. Her smile grew wide when she saw him pausing to admire her beauty, and lit up her face.

“Shelly! Thank God!” John exclaimed and ran to her. He took her by the hand and raised her gently to her feet then wrapping his arms around her waist gazed longingly into her hazel eyes.

“John, I knew you’d figure it out! I’m so happy to see you!” Shelly said as they kissed tenderly their lips pausing as their breath mingled before their tongues touched lightly.

“Wait! Let’s sit,” Shelly said leading John to the blanket by his hand. She poured them each a glass of champagne.

“A toast to our love” she said as the clinked their glasses together.

“May this be the beginning of a love and life that we share together, and may our love always be just as it is this very moment” John toasted back.

They tilted the glasses to their lips and finished their champagne. John placed his glass beside the blanket then took Shelly’s glass from her hand before they embraced in a passionate kiss and slowly sunk together onto the blanket. The sounds of the forest enveloped them. The river gurgled over stones and like the river their love goes on.