The Only One

WHEN OUR BODIES MEET FOR THE FIRST TIME…

You will come to me, wrapping your arms around me. And I want, no, I crave so badly to touch, to taste, to enjoy, to savor the heat between your legs. I already know it will be thick like honey, sweet and luscious, and I know your desire will be visible, practically dripping down your thighs. Your perfect pink-tipped breasts will feel so soft in my hands, which will dance across the exposed skin like a ballerina, only delicately touching and teasing.

My lips will brush your skin, barely tracing the surface.  The arch in your back will push your breasts closer to my mouth, for they will, oh yes, they will ache to come closer to my mouth.  They will long, no, they will beg for more of my tongue, my mouth….my touch.  Your lips will beg for more of my lips as well and our mouths will desperately want, no, crave to be intertwined…kissing with you will be so deep and passionate and sensual, and we will give in, we will have to give in to each other.

Our arousal will be swift, our first initial heat will be claimed quickly, and then the real lovemaking will begin…a delicate blend of raw sensuality, raw sex, and raw passion – a delectable feast for your tongue; a delicious treat for mine…we will tease each other, taste each other, and indulge our senses.  My mouth and my tongue will taste and delight in your body spasm.  It will be the sweetest sin, this give and take of each other, feeding our desires, spreading each other, consuming each other, as our tongues taste again and again.

May I? Yes! Can I? Yes! Will you? Yes!  We  will have trust and faith in each other, ensuring complete satisfaction.  My head will dip, my lips will spread to take in more, more, always more.  And you will offer more, more, always more to me!  You will come to crave your body within my mouth.

My arms will pull you to me…more, I need, no, I must have more of you…I need to feel your thighs across mine, skin rubbing skin.  I want to drown in my desire for you…I will be so very wet, so very slick, enticing you, as I divulge my secrets.  My tongue will mate with your tongue, binding us together.  We will thrill each other.  We will smell each other’s heat.  You will be my warm liquid pleasure.  Our muscles will ache afterward, our tongues will ache, our lips will be bruised and slightly tattered, almost puffy.  And still the desire to kiss each other will be more than we can handle and still we will kiss.

Yes, my sweetness, you will say, as I tug your lower lip with my teeth.  And, still, I will desire more of your sweet, sweet nectar.  I will be your lover.  I will descend on your body and taste every inch of you, licking, caressing, tasting you, the very soul of you will be in my mouth…once will never be enough, how could it be with us?  For I love you and I will seek your body in my sleep, in my waking moments, when you are near and when you are not, for once I‘ve laid down with you, I will be lost without you…once I have felt your climax with my mouth, once I have felt you shudder under my touch, there will be no giving you up…I will never be able to go back to being just your friend.  I will be your lover. Your womanly scent and taste will never fail to arouse me…your touch will never fail to stimulate me…your kiss will never leave a question of whether you love me ornot.  Whether you will realize it or not, you will possess me as I will possess you, inside.

You will be the only one who knows me.

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Boston Bound

As I walked out of the plane, I knew I was walking into an unknown situation.  I had read my love’s emails a hundred times.  The instructions were very specific.  My heart started to pound a little at just the thought of her and what she might have planned.  With my overnight bag in my hand, I paused inside the terminal and leaned against the wall.  Closing  my eyes for a brief moment, I imagined what she might do to me and I instantly felt a little weak in my knees and I knew I had better start walking a little faster because someone was waiting for me in another part of Boston.

      My love was very exact.  I was to hail a cab and give him an address in the South End of Boston, a location I had never been to.  I was to arrive at a certain time, not before and definitely not late.  Timing was very important apparently.  She had told me to find a bench and she would find me.  My heart had started racing again at the very thought of what she might be planning for our ‘continued exploration’, as we liked to call it.

      I didn’t hear her approach, but rather her voice simply appeared next to my ear, “Hi there, cutie”.  She always knew how to make me blush instantly.  I stood up and there she was, just like I remembered her, incredibly tall and beautiful in jeans, boots, and a black silk shirt that tied at the waist, and, of course, wearing a really big smile that made me melt inside.  My eyes couldn’t help but note the sash tied around her slender waist and I blushed again, remembering the last time I had saw that sash or rather, used that sash.  Her eyes followed the direction of my gaze and she grinned as she linked her arm in my arm and steered me towards the apartment building she lived in.  “Oh,  we are going to have such a good time”, she laughed teasingly as she said these words into my ear.  Oh my, I thought, it was indeed going to be a promising and wonderful weekend.

     We took the stairs up to the second floor and she led the way down the hall, my eyes following the swish of her ass with every step.  God, that woman drives me insane with desire.  I find myself getting those little tingles again.  She stopped before a massive door and glanced back at me, smiling from ear to ear.  “Close your eyes”, she said, her voice suddenly a little huskier than before.  It wasn’t to be the last time I would hear those words said in that order with that voice during this long October weekend.  “I want to surprise you”, she finished and took my bag from my hand.  I dutifully closed my eyes tightly and I heard her keys hit the lock of the door.  “Stand very still.  I will be right back.  No peeking, and I mean it”.  The tingles had hit full time inside my panties.  What was she up to, I couldn’t help but wonder.

      A few minutes went by and I wondered if she was making me wait on purpose, to heighten my anticipation.  It was definitely working.  I felt a whoosh of air suddenly and knew the door had opened back up.  I felt her step closer to me but she didn’t say a word.  I wondered if she was checking to see if I had kept my promise of ‘no peeking’.  I had, completely.  I felt her fingers on my hand and I instinctively grabbed for her fingers, interlocking them with mine.  She said, “Welcome to my home, babe.  You can open your eyes now.”  I stepped forward and into her apartment, knowing as I did so that my life was about to change forever.

      The next few hours were a whirlwind of meeting her dogs and getting my absolute fill of ‘dog loving’ coupled with a tour of her apartment.  Everything was beautiful and she was beaming from ear to ear just as much as I’m sure I was.  All the excitement of a ‘new person’ in the house wore the dogs out eventually and soon enough their snores from the couch were all we could hear.  My love had disappeared as I sat resting, and she suddenly appeared in the doorway of her bedroom with a “Psst, c’mere” and a quick duck back out of sight as soon as my head turned in that direction.  I got up, stretched, and walked to her room.  A moment before I would’ve reached the doorway, I heard, “Close your eyes”.  I did as I was told immediately.

      “Strip off your clothes, please”, is what I heard next.  “And do keep your eyes closed, babe.”  I was almost trembling inside my skin, as her voice had that edge to it again.  I did as I was instructed and I felt her beside me, taking my clothes from me.  She took my arm and led me to the bed and asked me lie down and ‘assume the position’.  I knew instantly what she wanted and I obeyed, spreading my legs apart as far as I could and raising my hands above my head, together, with my fingers interlaced, left palm to right back.  I felt her tying my hands to the top of her bed and then each ankle was placed in a tie as well, allowing me a little freedom of a few inches but my hands were pretty tightly bound.  “You may open your eyes now”.

      As I did so, my eyes tried to take in everything that I saw at once.  The soft glow from the burning candles casting faint dancing shadows, and my love…radiant and beautiful in a black lace teddy that accentuated her very curvy body.  God knows, I love that woman’s hips!  She was standing at the foot of the bed, with her hands on the footboard.  “Welcome to my home and a weekend you will never forget.”  I shivered a little in spite of myself.  She must have saw the tremor run through me for she smiled a little wickedly and I could see a twinkle in her eyes.  “Do you like what you see?”, she asked and I nodded vigorously.  “Good, because you won’t be able to see me again until I allow you to see me”, and, as she said that, the black sash from her silk blouse appeared in her hands and she stepped around the end of the bed toward me.

Leaning over me, she looked into my eyes and asked me one more question, “Do you trust me, babe?”  Yes,  was all I could whisper, my voice having been lost the moment I saw her gorgeous body in that outfit.  “Good” was all she said and then she kissed me, passionately, deeply, and lingering, nibbling softly at my bottom lip as she withdrew.  “I love you”, and with those words, she tied the sash around my head.  “I love you, too”, I whispered into the blackness that now surrounded me in the crisp of the night air.

Physical Examination

When you’re not here,
I run my tongue
along the insides of my mouth,
searching for a taste of you,
feeling the skin so tenderly and gently,
inspecting each inch of my soft tissues
for a trace of you left behind,
a piece of a kiss missed by my floss,
or perhaps a disruption in my gum
from where you held me to your groin
as you humped my mouth,
fucking my tongue in that way
that drives me crazy for you.
Tell me, sweet angel,
do you ever scour your taste buds
for a drop of me?

Unreal Reality

“Honestly, don’t you think it’s better that we’re aren’t real?”

“Could I trace my fingertips down your spine if I were real?  No.  Could I kiss that little hollow space on your neck and trail my lips down to your breasts, gently teasing each nipple, if I were real?  No.  Could I flick my tongue across your lips if I were real?  No.  Could I gently tug on your bottom lip with my teeth until I could taste the slightest trace of blood if I were real?  No.  Could I pick you up in my arms and hold your naked body tightly against mine as we kiss passionately, deeply, sensually, if you were real?  No.  So, let’s don’t spoil it.  Let’s don’t be real.  Could I could feel your hands in my hair, gripping my head firmly in your grasp if I were real?  No.  Could I taste your wetness on my lips if you were real?  No.  Could you feel my tongue licking you if I were real?  No.  Could I hear your voice whisper in my ear of all the things you want me to do to you if you were real?  No.  Could I lie awake with you sleeping soundly, wrapped up in my arms with your head cradled on my shoulder, your soft hair trailing across my arm and my pillow, while I tenderly kiss your forehead, if you were real?  No. “

“Then, dear sweet, sexy you, let’s don’t be real.  Okay?  I’m fine.  You’re fine.  That’s all we need to know about each other.  You can’t save me.  haha  Please don’t try….life is short, doll, let’s enjoy what we do have.  What we have is simple, uncomplicated by life, and so very, very much fun.  More fun than I believe I have ever had in my entire life.  And I have had some damn good times in my life.  But, you, my sweetness, my dear sweet, wonderful, beautiful, sexy you, you are the most fun of all.  You are the Scarecrow to my Dorothy.  Because I like you most of all.  Please, let’s don’t ever be real!”

“Reality is bills, and appointments, and work, and fights, and arguments, and all the pettiness that goes along with real life…you and I will never be petty!  You and I will never argue or fight.  You and I will never have to worry about the bills.  You and I will never have to work.  You and I can make love every day because you and I will never have a period or cramps or a headache.  hahahaha  You and I will have a fine life together.  You and I will always be happy, our sex life will always be thrilling and fun, and we will always be young and desirable and HAPPY together. “

“CAN YOU LIVE WITH THAT?  Then kiss me, beautiful!  Yeah, just like that….ah…do it again, again, again.   Love it.  Love you.  xo”

Snack Time

I want your Pusssee

full of Vitamin-C

sex you up, throw you down

Fuck that pussy, without a sound

You can scream when I tell you to,

not before, and not too soon

I’m the bitch in charge of you,

I know you like it; it’s what I do.

Pull your hair, put you on your knees,

look up at me, and just say please.

Crawl across the bed to me

Let your titties be nice and free

I know right now you’re soaking wet

It ain’t spit, and it ain’t sweat

It’s that sweet cum –

layers thick upon my tongue.

I’ll lick it good so your juices run….

SNACK TIME!

Good morning…

The minutes slipped away as I lay there watching Lori’s pulse jump in the hollow of her neck.  She was on her back with her head resting in the crook of her arm, breathing lightly through barely parted lips.  I expected her eyes to lazily open, cut in my direction, and for her to start speaking.  She didn’t stir. 

 

Her soft, supple skin was even-toned like raw sugar.  One dark nipple peeked from beneath the strip of linen covering her upper body.  The rest of the sheet went under one leg and over another, exposing a shapely thigh and calf.  The first rays of sunlight sliced through a narrow angle of the shade and cut across her face.  It was reassuring to see that Lori’s shyness disappeared when she slept. 

 

Her chest rose and fell underneath the sheet so rhythmically that the barely exposed nipple became hypnotic.  I licked her where her breast touched the sheet.  She didn’t flinch.  I tasted her again, this time pulling her languid nipple into the ‘O’ of my mouth.  I tugged on her breast, rolling my tongue across its peak and around the sensitive bud.  Lori’s breathing changed.  I took that as a signal to continue. Her eyes were now open and she watched as my tongue moved across her flesh.  Pleasure overrode my doubts and insecurities about my ability to please her.  Her nakedness felt like something I should wallow in. 

 

She shifted, exposing her other breast more fully and I moved on top of her, latching onto her greedily.  Her eyes drifted shut and she moaned low in her throat.  I kneaded and massaged her flesh, pushing her breasts together so that I could flick my tongue over both of her nipples.  She trailed her fingers along my hairline and over my earlobe.  I was grinding my hips against the mattress, my own need starting to take over.

 

Lori’s response was encouraging and arousing, but I didn’t want to push for more and have her change her mind.  I eased onto my side, levering myself on my elbow, and smiled down at her.  “What,” she asked, tilting her head without raising it from the pillow.  The softly spoken word held affection, but it was pregnant with something else.  “Nothing,” I replied, sure that she was asking me what I was thinking, and certain that I didn’t want to share my thoughts.  “I want to taste you.” 

 

It was such a matter of fact statement, like ‘I want bread’.  I moved closer to her and hooked my right leg over her hip.  She closed her eyes for an instant when my naked wetness came in contact with her thigh.  I met her gaze and watched the knowledge of our conversation pass over her face.   

 

When she nodded yes, I placed a quick kiss on her stomach and on her hip and then moved on to her nether lips.  Parting her with my tongue without ceremony or fanfare, I pushed my tongue into her pussy and licked her like she was a cake bowl that I was trying to clean.  I wasn’t sure if her gasp was one of pleasure or surprise, but she tilted her pelvis up to my mouth and her creaminess was on my tongue.  There was no way I was going to stop.

 

            The only noise in the dimly lit room was our breathing and my wet tongue stroking her wet pussy.   Her pubic hair was short and soft, not unlike the hair on her head.  Errant gray strands stood out in wiry defiance reminding me of the gaps in our age and experience.  This fact turned me on even more.  The faint taste of soap was overridden by her juiciness.  The mix of her body chemistry and the hint of what she’d bathed with intoxicated me. 

 

I lapped at her, begging her body to release the secrets of her soft places.  She grunted and I knew I had hit the right spot, repeating the motion again and again until her hips undulated in time with her moans.  She sighed out what could have been a yes and I pressed my face more deeply into her.  Her nails dug into my scalp urging me to apply more pressure as she pushed my head into her.

 

“Oh yes, lick me right there,” she said, her hips grinding in a tight circular motion.  I almost panicked for a half second, but I wanted to please her.  Her thrusts were coming faster and I felt her weight shift as her back pressed into the mattress and her hips came up to meet my mouth.  The pressure on my head increased and I licked harder, groaning my pleasure.  I continued to hold her open with one hand and, in one fluid movement, I positioned the other hand between my own legs.  I knew my climax would be a few beats behind hers.  I moaned in time to her body’s movements, seeking her release.  She came in strained gasps, her hands on my face, holding me in place.  

It was going to be a good morning.

Desires.

First,

I will blindfold you. 

Then,

I will run my tongue

lightly along your collarbone,

working my way

down your body,

teasing you

so lightly

that sometimes

you won’t be sure

if you feel my mouth or not,

so lightly that,

at times, 

you will hold your breath, 

searching your skin

for the feel of my tongue,

listening as hard as you can,

listening for the sound of my mouth…

straining to know where I am,

feeling on fire,

from the want of me,

driving yourself,

slightly insane with desire…

needing to know,

what I will kiss next.

The Road Ahead…

             Pulling out of the driveway, she adjusted the mirror and caught the last wave from the palm tree as a silent salute to her journey ahead.  Coming to a stop at the end of the road, she turned the car towards the north and pulled out into traffic.  She would need to put some miles underneath her before tonight’s sunset, although, to be certain, she had no idea where she was headed.  The road opened up in front of her and she pushed the pedal down another notch.

            The trunk of the old Chevy was filled with boxes of clothing, photographs, and mementos, in essence, her life, reduced to miniature square piles of cardboard.  Behind her, in the back seat, her laptop and medical books smiled back at her, buckled into the seat and covered with a quilt.  In the front floorboard, Rusty had settled down after circling several times and had curled up on top of another quilt to sleep.  The front seat held an atlas, Rusty’s leash, and a bottle of water for her and Rusty to share.  Sighing, wondering if this was indeed the right step, her foot answered the question by pushing the pedal down one more notch.

            Sundown found her a few states away and she pulled off the highway into a little town with a quaint name, somewhere in the middle of North Carolina.  A billboard a few miles back had boasted of “the best damn cup of coffee in the state!” and that sounded really good right now.  Following directions from the pointing finger of an old man at a service station, she pulled the Chevy up in front of a small cafe and shut the motor off.  Leaning her head back for several minutes, both her and the car breathed an audible sigh of relief.  Rusty’s tail thumped the floorboard and this brought her eyes open immediately.  A tall thin woman with dark hair was standing at the passenger window, waving at Rusty.  She looked friendly enough and Rusty seemed to like her.

            Opening the driver’s door, she stepped out onto the asphalt and looked over the top of the car, directly into the most beautiful set of eyes she had ever seen.  They were actually gold in color and, for a second, she was speechless.

        “Hi!”, the woman said.  “Can I help you with anything?”  She found her tongue and murmured something about a cup of coffee.  “Oh.  I’m sorry but I’m closed for the evening.  I just happened to be restocking and saw headlights out front.  I thought it was the pizza delivery guy, but I guess not!”  She laughed and her dulcet tones wafted across the space between them.

            “Just my luck”, she muttered under her breath.  “Well, hi anyway, and is it possible that Rusty could use your bathroom?  He’s a friendly guy, and my name’s Gina, by the way“, she said smiling her most disarming and charming smile.

          “Well, Gina, I’m Coll, this is my cafe and certainly Rusty can go around back where there are a few trees that a young man might like.  He is a beauty!”

           Gina was leashing Rusty and said, “Thank you.”  Shutting the car door, she said, “I admit I was really looking forward to what the sign said a few miles back.

         “What do you mean?”, Coll asked.

            “The best damn cup of coffee in the state exclamation point, I believe it said”, Gina replied, laughing.

         “Oh.  The City Council guys like me.  Don’t believe everything you read!”, Coll laughed.  “Although I suppose I could offer you a cup of leftover, if you don’t mind it nuked.  Free, of course.”  Her golden eyes sparkled and her smile was relaxed and friendly.

            Gina was definitely thirsty and definitely intrigued.  “Thanks.  Well, will you lead the way for Rusty?  He seems to be crossing his legs right now!”

          Coll laughed again and said, “Follow me, kind stranger, for I can but offer humble hospitality, warmed over coffee, and a tree to those in need.”  Gina followed her around the side of the little cafe.  She couldn’t help but notice the attractiveness of the woman and her swaying hips, and, for a moment, she blushed; she hadn’t felt an instant connection to another woman in years and she was definitely feeling one now.

            Rusty found his tree right away and marked it for his very own.  Coll had a small enclosed area that had obviously seen a few dogs and she offered for Rusty to stay in there loose or he could come inside if she preferred keeping him close to her.  Gina opted to let him stretch his legs for a bit and he seemed quite at home inside the little fenced in yard.  Setting out a bowl of water for him, Coll led the way and Gina followed her in through the back door of the Cafe.  Headlights were shining almost blindingly against the front windows and a teenage boy was knocking on the front door, peering in through the glass into the somewhat darkened interior, face plastered against the panes of the door.  “Oh sure, now he comes!  Hey, pizza boy, I just cleaned those windows!”, Coll said, and went to deal with him.  Gina looked around, spotted the ladies room, and headed for it.  She suddenly realized Rusty wasn’t the only one with crossed legs.

            Refreshing herself with some splashes of cool water to her face and running her fingers through her graying hair, Gina took stock of her appearance.  Jean shorts, sneakers, and a comfortable soft gray tee-shirt.  She sighed inwardly and thought, ‘this will just have to be good enough, so here goes nothing’.  Pushing the bathroom door open, she reentered the dining room to find Coll had set a table close to the kitchen door, with two paper plates, some napkins, two cups of steaming coffee, and the box of pizza from Mama Leoni’s.  “Hey, I figured that’s where you disappeared to.  Will you join me for some dins?  If you say yes, I won’t have to eat leftover pizza for two days, the one big drawback to living alone.”  Coll’s face was cheerful and inviting, and Gina found herself heading in that direction.

            “Thank you very much, if you’re sure I wouldn’t be intruding, although I really need to feed Rusty, too.  Can I go out through the front door, to my carRusty’s food is in the trunk.”

          “Oh, of course.  Let me get the lock for you.”  Coll strode to the door and unlocked it, holding it open with a flourish.

           Brushing past Coll, Gina said, “Thank you very much.  You really are too kind.”  Gina actually got a little tingle from their contact and she wondered at the other woman’s obvious kindness.  Was it possible that she felt a connection too or was she simply this kind to all strangers who showed up at sundown?  Gina hoped she would learn more as the evening progressed.

            Bending over to feed Rusty, Gina felt eyes upon her back and straightening up with a turn, found Coll holding the back door open for her.  “I thought I better keep an eye on you.  You never know who’s around at night“, Coll said to her.  Gina nodded, thinking to herself that she was indeed well protected around this woman.  This thought made her feel safe and warm.  As they headed back inside, Gina reached the dining area first and saw that everything was just as she had left it, with the exception of their coffee cups.  As if on cue, the microwave dinged and Coll walked up beside her.  “Sounds like the coffee’s hot again.  Let’s eat, Gina.  I don’t know about you, but I’m starving!

            Dinner was filled with small talk and Coll’s stories of local characters.  Gina found herself being charmed more and more by Coll and her funny anecdotes on life in the small town as compared to life in Boston where she had moved from a few years before.  Gina had settled into her chair as Coll talked, relaxing and enjoying Coll’s soothing voice.  Her eyes began to wander around the cafe.  Catching her eye were several small uniquely shaped glass bowls, which seemed to be filled with water and goldfish.  These were scattered throughout the place in a variety of locations.

            Following her gaze, Coll asked, “Would you like to see my babies?”  Gina nodded, curiosity filling her.  Walking over to one of the shelves, Coll took down what Gina assumed was a glass-blown bowl, containing a single fish.  He was bright red and looked up at them expectantly.

          “This is Theodore Roosevelt, or Teddy.  Teddy, meet Gina.”  Teddy’s mouth moved, like he was speaking.  Gina couldn’t help but laugh.

            Coll said, “I used to own a pet store, but I got tired of it and decided to try a coffee shop instead, so I took most of the stock home with me and a few“, she swung her arm to encompass the room, “came here, but only the betas because they don’t need air tanks or anything.  I brought them in to entertain the children mostly, as children don’t always do well in a coffee shop but, when they come here, visiting the presidents is a treat, so they are usually as good as gold.  I figure if nothing else, they can learn a little about the history of our nation.

            As Coll sat Teddy back on his shelf, Gina noticed an index card next to him, with his name on it and a brief biography of President Roosevelt.  Coll continued to walk as she talked, and gestured toward a bright blue beta on a shelf, “That’s Bill Clinton.”  Gina laughed out loud.  She couldn’t help it.  The idea was sheer genius.

          “There’s Abraham Lincoln over there, or Honest Abe, as I call him.  Further along you will find, John Quincy Adams, John F. Kennedy, Harry S. Truman, and finally, Grover Cleveland.”

            Gina found herself beaming from ear to ear.

          “What?“, Coll asked.

          “Nothing.  Well, you are amazing, actually.  All of this is simply amazing.  The fish, your cafe, your hospitality, you in general, I guess.  I think you are just amazing.  Maybe you should write a book.”

         Coll laughed, “You aren’t the first one to say so.  Come on, I have some chocolate chip cookies that are still warm in the back.  Let’s have a couple to top off that pizza.”  Gina followed her to the kitchen, and again her gaze couldn’t help but notice Coll’s swaying derriere in front of her.

            As Coll reached across the counter to pull the still-warm cookie sheet toward them, Gina stepped quickly behind her, put her hands on Coll’s hips, and spun her body around toward her. 

        “Hey!  What the….”  Coll’s voice trailed off as they stood now face to face. 

        Gina said quietly, “I want to kiss you.  I have almost from the first moment we met.”  Coll looked her directly in the eyes for a moment and then, placing her hands on Gina’s face, leaned in and kissed her.  The kiss was soft and passionate at the same time.  As they pulled back from each other, Coll suddenly scooped Gina up and sat her quickly, in one smooth move, right onto the empty kitchen counter.

       “Well, what a coincidence.  Because I have wanted to make love to you from almost the moment I met you.”  Having said that, she began to pull Gina’s shorts from her body.

       Gina stopped her.  “Not here.  Not the first time.” 

       Coll looked at her and nodded.  “Okay.  I like that you’re already planning a second time.  Let’s go back to my house.  I don’t live too far and Rusty can come with us.”  Gina nodded and Coll began to straighten the kitchen back up, putting away the cookies, throwing away the pizza box, and rinsing out the coffee cups.  Gina followed her out back to get Rusty, while Coll locked the cafe up and turned off the lights. 

       We should take my car, though.  I don’t want to leave it here; it contains my whole life at this point.”

            The ride to Coll’s house was quick and simple.  Rusty was left in a fenced in pen again, much to his delight after being cooped up in the car for a day.  Gina followed Coll inside.  As Gina closed the door behind her, Coll turned suddenly and pinned Gina up against the door, grabbing both of her arms and putting them above Gina’s head rather quickly.  Gina’s eyes showed her momentary surprise but, when Coll began kissing and biting her neck, Gina did not protest.  She loved the sudden feeling of constraint and she loved Coll being in control.  Coll’s teeth found her shoulders next and then, pulling her shirt up, found her breasts.  Still holding her arms above her head with her right hand, Coll’s left hand had freed Gina’s breasts.

            Pausing to look Gina in the eyes for a moment, Coll’s head went back to Gina’s nipples and her teeth began gently nipping first one and then the other, tugging on them, sucking on them, nibbling and rolling them under her tongue.  Gina’s pleasure was evident in the sounds coming from her mouth.  Her eyes were closed and she had, in essence, melted against the door.  Coll’s hand on her arms kept her upright and, for a moment, she struggled to free her arms but Coll’s grip grew even tighter, delighting Gina in a way she didn’t understand but definitely enjoyed.

            Suddenly Coll lifted her mouth from Gina’s nipples and, reaching into the drawer of a small table to the right of the door, Coll pulled out a set of handcuffs.  Taking the key from them, she showed it to Gina and then put it into her pocket.  Gina never said a word, only watched with widened eyes as Coll then handcuffed her hands together, hanging the cuffs across a nail near the top of the door.  This left Gina’s arms in virtually the same position but with a little bit of wiggle room and it left both of Coll’s hands free.  She smiled at Gina and then, placing her hands on her cheeks, kissed her, softly at first, mouth closed and then gently biting her lips, sucking Gina’s bottom lip into her mouth, and then sucking on her tongue.
Gina loved how Coll kissed.  The other woman’s passion was unmatched with anything Gina had ever experienced before and she loved this feeling of Coll being in control of her body.  Never had a woman excited her so quickly before.  Gina couldn’t believe how wet she knew she was getting and she couldn’t wait to see what was to follow.

Lie To Me.

Lie to me.

Tell me you hate the leather.

Tell me you hate the smell,

and the feel of it against your skin.

Tell me you hate pulling against the cuffs,

and the strain in the wooden headboard as you struggle.

Lie to me!

Tell me you don’t love my hair,

trailing between your legs,

teasing your thighs.

Tell me you’re not trying desperately

to see under the blindfold.

Tell me you’re not trying to imagine

just where my tongue will go next.

Lie to me!

Tell me you wish I would stop.

Tell me you don’t want me

to lick you there,

or there,

or there.

Tell me how my breath

on the back of your knees

doesn’t turn you on.

Tell you don’t want to feel my fingers

on your nipples,

pinching,

pulling,

harder

and then,

yes,

just

a little bit

harder.

Lie to me!

Tell me you didn’t just catch

your breath in your throat.

Lie to me!

Tell me how my teeth

on your neck

doesn’t make you wetter.

Lie to me!

Tell me my kisses are too wet.

Tell me my touches are all wrong.

Tell me you don’t secretly enjoy

my tongue in your ears,

my tongue circling your clit,

my tongue licking across your ass.

Tell me you don’t want me more now

than you did two minutes ago!

Tell me you’re not thinking about me,

about making love to me.

Tell me you don’t want me,

in your mouth,

under your hands,

between your teeth.

Tell me you don’t want me to fuck you,

hard,

right now.

Lie to me!

Tell me you don’t want to cum in my mouth.

Tell me you don’t want me to lick your wetness,

the wetness I created!

Tell me that you don’t want me to pull

that wetness up,

up,

up,

up and over your clit,

again and again,

until you cum for me.

Tell me you don’t want me

to touch you just like that!

Lie to me

as you scream my name.

Rent Me Something.

The camera I had installed in the office of the rental agency was certainly paying off for me today.  Originally intended for security purposes, today it was showing me a side of one of my employees that I had never seen before.  Teresa was a very professional young woman, in her mid-20s and a good addition to our office.  She was very friendly but always maintained an air of confident professionalism.  Today, however, on this hot late Spring day, she was anything but professional. 
          Teresa’s short brown-streaked hair was soaked with sweat as our air-conditioning had taken the day off.  The rest of the office was missing for various reasons and she was alone at her desk.  The summer is very slow at times and sometimes the office staff will duck out early.  Today was no exception except, for some reason today, Teresa seemed a little distracted.  I knew she thought she was alone in the office when I saw her kick off her black suede heels and then proceeded to pull off her pantyhose.  Apparently she had not seen my return from lunch. 
          I watched the camera as she peeled off her stockings and then casually propped her feet up on the end of the desk.  I smiled to myself as I took in how beautiful she was, even though she was not one of those girls who had to work at it to look good.  Her legs were shapely and tan, and I couldn’t help but admire her figure.  Then my heart took a leap into my throat, as I watched her hands suddenly disappear under her white blouse and I could see that she had went under her bra as well, her hands making the front of her blouse bunch up with the motions that she was making.  Her head thrown back, her eyes closed, her mouth slightly open, while I watched from the edge of my seat as her fingers kneaded her unseen breasts and tweaked her nipples.
         My own breathing was becoming quite erratic and I was starting to rub my bottom lip with my index finger…a habit I have when I’m a little anxious.  I could feel my own excitement building and then suddenly Teresa removed her hands from under her blouse and instead, pulled her skirt up, revealing that her pantyhose had been the only thing she had been wearing under her short black skirt.  Exposed as she was, still I could only see her hand disappear between her legs, but her face was what I was watching most expectantly, as her eyes closed again, her chest rising and falling as she teased herself.  I could see her fingers as they appeared to be moving, slowly, rhythmically, in and out from between her legs.  I found myself silently wishing I had purchased audio for this camera as well as video.
       At that moment, the phone rang breaking the scene before me as Teresa jumped up to answer it, straightening and smoothing her skirt as she dealt with the phone call. I took that opportunity to walk off what I was feeling by pacing quietly within my office.  I also decided to crack my door so that, if she returned to her previous position, I would be able to hear her as she masturbated.  I did not anticipate that happening, as the mood seemed quite broken as I watched her turn into the consummate professional once again, dealing quickly and efficiently with the customer on the phone. 
          Hanging up the phone, Teresa stood for a moment as if in deep thought and then she turned and crossed the room, turning on the office radio and finding a popular station.  A Tata Young song filled the room instantly –  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5G73bTGE3s8 – and Teresa started to dance, barefooted, on the cool linoleum, her body swaying to the music.  I watched as she ran her hands through her hair, her body moving seductively to the beat of the song. 
         Her eyes were closed and I could tell she was really enjoying the song she was dancing to. 
I pick all my skirts to be a little too sexy – Just like all my thoughts, they always get a bit naughty – When I’m out with my girls, I always play a bit bitchy – Can’t change the way I am, sexy naughty bitchy me”.  The way she was moving was so sensual and I was really glad I had cracked the office door, because listening to her sweet voice as she sang along to the radio really made me smile.
         Teresa started to move her hands down her arms, crossed across her breasts, and then down her sides, swaying in time to the music.  I was enjoying the show very much, as it was like having my own private dancer right in front of me.  At that moment, she crossed the room out of my line of sight, and suddenly my office door opened, her profile filling my doorway.  She did not look surprised to see me at all, and instantly crooked her index finger at me, beckoning me forward.  “Don’t look so surprised.  I knew you were here all the time.  I have seen the way you look at me, and I know that look.  Come here, dance with me, or are you just content with watching me on the camera?”  I didn’t say a word in protest, only took her hand and started to follow her back to the music.
        Being this close to Teresa made me feel quite intoxicated, even though I had drank nothing in days.  As I started to follow her back into the main office, something came over me and I spun her around, firmly pushing her against the wall in the hallway.  Her eyes were wide at first, but she did not resist me, as I pushed my leg between hers and started to kiss her neck, holding her arms above her head.  I could feel her nails digging into my hands as my teeth grazed her skin, and I suddenly wanted to taste her very badly.
        Grabbing her pantyhose from her desk, I wrapped them quickly around her wrists and sat her in a wooden chair, tying the other end of the pantyhose to the back of the chair.  She watched me, saying nothing, her chest heaving with anticipation of what was to come.  I pushed her skirt up so that I could see all of her for the first time, and my knees became a little bit weak at that moment.  I could see her wetness glistening, and I wanted her even more.
         Kneeling in front of her, I spread her legs and r
unning my tongue along the slit, I could feel her wetness almost throbbing.  I felt the warmth radiating from her, and I delighted in this.  I knew she wanted, was waiting for actually, my tongue to plunge into her creamy wetness but I teased a bit longer, letting the excitement build between us.  I wanted to taste her just as much as she desired it, but I held myself in check, only allowing the very tip of my tongue to graze the rim of her wetness, and then cradling her body in my arms, the rim of her ass as well. 
        Feeling her pushing against my tongue and mouth only further excited me but, tightly bound as she was, her struggles were, for the most part, an exercise in futility.  Her body wanted my tongue but it was going to have to wait a bit longer and, with every struggle against her ties, I forced myself to slow down just a little bit more, feeding the anticipation, making both of us even more hungry than we already were.  My teeth wanted nothing more than to bite into her tender skin but still I waited, ripening the moment between us until the air felt ready to burst.
       Reaching over to loosen her bonds, I notice there was a fire in her eyes that burned with a sharp intensity and, for a moment, I wondered if I should leave her bound a bit longer.  Wanting that fire to be unleashed on my body, though, was something I was anticipating as well, and my fingers trailed across the front of her blouse and, finding her nipples, I tugged on them, one by one, our eyes still locked, as my fingers untied the knots that held her to the chair. 
        As the last knot became loose, she suddenly sprang on me, knocking me backwards onto the floor, her strong arms easily pinning me, her mouth finding mine, her teeth finding my lips, and I closed my eyes, savoring every moment.  And then, the moment I had waited for came; she climbed up and straddled my mouth.  I wrapped my arms around her body and pulled her tightly onto my tongue…the sweet deliciousness of her arousal excited me and I licked at her greedily.  I loved the way she tasted and I loved her hands in my hair for they had found their way there, and the more she held onto me, the tighter I held onto her, and the faster I licked her. As her body ground into my mouth, I could hear her starting to cum, and I sucked her clit into my mouth, feeling her spasm on my tongue.  Oh my God, I love hot Spring days at the office!