Thought Riot

Too Loose for Terror Ch. 04

admin — Sat, 17 May 2008 21:02:33 +0000

As he hurried over the second floor landing, he heard Trish’s murmurs echoing from overhead. Patient beds stuffed with restrained and groaning figures blurred on a heavy pant as he struggled desperately to catch up to the group. Florescent light pulsed in greenish yellow tones that tricked his eyes and deepened the shadows everywhere. Footsteps marched in unison on the third floor.
Tom nearly sped past the tiny winding staircase. Tucked inside an old open linen closet with tatters of medical gauze, restraints, and grey laundry hanging in tawdry sheets from its warped shelves, he hurried up the creaking old set.
“…inhumane experiments with electroshock therapy. He believed that this metal apparatus around the patient’s head would serve to evenly distribute the sensation. This would, in effect, render the subject…”
As the last words of Trish’s speech droned on, the old lights flickered and died. Tom sprawled up the last step and crashed face first into the wooden floor.
“Stay where you are,” she commanded. “The lights will come back on in a moment. There is a backup generator.”
He crept toward the obnoxious blue glow under Charlotte’s little feet in the windowless lab.
Always the more excitable of the twins, John howled, “What the fuck is that?!”
…And ever the answering gunfire behind those aggressive utterances, Jerry’s immense pair of combat issue army boots slammed into his ribs.
The butt of his palm plowed into a brick “leg” of the slab table. Tom managed to wriggle out from under it before the ruckus of several heightened tensions turned the museum onlookers into wild things and brought the restrained mannequin and its sled-like perch crashing from the table. A large foot trampled the small of his back, and his fingers insistently scrounged at Charlotte’s white skirt, like a puppy clinging to its mother’s tit.
She helped him up.
“I… don’t think the lights are coming back on,” he whispered.
The lab was one suffocated blind pool of commotion as people lost their orientation in the claustrophobic surroundings. A series of bass rhythms punctuated each bounce as a tourist plummeted down the old steps. Glass shattered, and the noxious smell of turpentine and bleach rose like chlorine from the thronging pool. He put a steadying hand down on the restrained figure, leaning over the table in an effort to stretch his throbbing vertebrae. The patient on the table groaned.
“I… don’t think the lights are coming back on,” Tom swiveled his head and repeated, louder this time. His breath lifted in a faint paint. His vision focused and faded out as the toxic gasses filled his lungs. Something about this darkness … something hollow, reverberated the drums in his skull like rich mud-drenched concrete pipes peppered with abandoned remains.
He stumbled into Trish, and they went careening faces first into the medical supply cabinets.
“It’s back here,” she hissed in his ear. Her hands crept down his chest, over a thigh, and found his jeans. The fly slid down for her experienced fingers, his cock eagerly pouncing at her palm’s long slow massage. Constant moans of frustration and hot fantasy burbled like a fountain from his throat. Her thumb flicked over the head in a dull raspy rhythm, while the tip of her tongue buzzed around his ear.
Faint hissing filled his consciousness like another language as her fingers worked him endlessly in the commotion. When she pulled his hand roughly to her breast, Tom blinked repeatedly. His eyes searched her intense red brown, like sticky mud around rotting bones, unable to find any recognition of the words that he heard.
His hips pumped needily without it though, begging release through hollow cries as the entire shell of the attic spun away into hot night. Tufts of breath escaped his nostrils on panting steam, and Trish covered his mouth hard with her own as he pinched and tugged at the pert nub of her nipple. She sucked air from his lungs then shoved him away, her hand a constant blur over the meaty shaft of his cock.
Her head canted toward the old cabinet again. “Go on,” she whispered, “how bad do you really want to fuck the dead?”
Through the haze of the blackout, something invisible molded his hands into an intangible fleet of destruction; he moved faster, fingers whirling into blurry claws in the darkness. His hips pumped her hands faster and faster, and the lacquered wooden shelf of greasy bottles and oils toppled to the slippery floor. Voices squealed over a gurgle and the wet splat of crushed flesh.
Sensation screamed, and he tasted the panic-laced air with his skin. Sweet. Thick. Heavy.
She let go of his screaming prick.
He panted.
Trish clawed at his back, prompting his hands up. Draft swept from the wall, carrying a cold murky scent like a buried stream. Wet mortar. The outer wall fell with a tremendous crash under his unyielding tugs and frenzied pounding.
Light exploded grisly green from the old shattered fixtures on the wall. The house spun under vicious kicks from the storm outside. It shuddered and quaked as though it would implode.
“I told you that the lights would come back on,” Trish murmured.
Tom took two looks at her, then another, his mouth hanging open like a stuffed turkey’s ass. Her blonde mane had disappeared, replaced by writhing pupae in a cocoon of shriveled white that extended to a husk of bony hips. Black oil trickled down withered darker skin, and a long tail extended behind the snake-like crimson scales that covered her sex and stretched emaciated breasts. Her smile revealed razor-sharp teeth and a flickering tongue. Above a tri-slit nose, her blood red eyes narrowed on him with a sneer.
His heart thudded and stopped. A claustrophobic gaze studied the contracting walls of the chamber as marching echoed from the hallway below. Once subdued and mechanical, the groans of the prisoners of Sunnyville turned loud and angry, growling as they freed each other from their bonds and ascended the steps. He scuttled back, spinning quickly and peering over the toppled medical hutch.
His foot connected with something wet and pulpy. As he turned to face the white-blue light that poured from the hole in the wall, his eyes connected with John’s dead albino-red orbs and a shriek burbled from his throat. Sounds faded back in on a roaring tide of screams. Charlotte’s leg lingered beside John’s corpse, crushed beneath the hutch, and she wriggled and struggled like a fishing worm on a hook.
“Mmmm, they’re going to have a lot of fun, don’t you think?” Trish purred.
“…They?” he gasped questioningly.
“You know…” she murmured derisively. “I warned you not to touch them.”
A shudder scraped its long nails down the back of his neck. “Please,” he found himself pleading, “I’ll do anything. Call them back. Please.”
“I know that you will,” hissed around that long tongue. The steel blue vein within pulse as she lapped at lips of a similar color.
A last lone set of footsteps exited the wall like a solitary death knell, the blue glow settling heavily into the dummy on the table. Tom could only watch numbly as Trish tugged the old leather straps open on the contraption to release the writhing, screamer. The rebirth was like observing an insect emerge from the cocoons in her hair. –A very large insect to the metamorphosis-tune of two-hundred and sixty or so pounds with heavy musculature rippling beneath bronze skin.
“A… c..c..convict?” he stuttered, finally overcoming his shock and tugging at Charlotte’s arm as other members of the tour ran toward the exit. He heard their screams on the second floor as Sunnyville’s newest population scurried into their decaying grasp.
Charlotte’s ankle was impossibly pinned beneath the ornate scroll design of the upper racks.
“Let me help you with that,” the low dusky voice growled from inside the cage helmet.
Tom’s eyes widened and lifted as the convict shoved the case upward, slamming it against the back of the wall. The old wood disintegrated, sending splinters flying. Kneeling over Charlotte as she lapsed in and out of painful consciousness on the old wooden floor, he took the brunt of the aerial shards to his back, relieved that neither the convict or Trish seemed terribly interested in her. Instead, they both circled him like vultures around fresh meat.
“Well, you always wanted to fuck the dead,” Trish laughed obnoxiously, black sludge oozing from the red scales of her nipples and drizzling down her tight abdomen. “Guess you’ll have to settle for BEING fucked to death by them…because they’re *mightily* pissed off.”

The Train

admin — Sat, 17 May 2008 17:02:35 +0000

The train was packed. Rush hour traffic in central Tokyo means being packed in like a tin of sardines as most of Tokyo takes to the rail system to get to where they’re going. As an American, however, the Japanese try to give you a little space, but “space” in this instance only meant that no one was pressing against you like all the other Japanese, but instead, they gave you a ridiculously luxurious inch of space between you and the next person. So I dozed and rode, staring at advertisements with young women selling everything from food to electronics, and wondered if I should get out and try my luck with another train.
After stopping at Ueno station, a few left, and about half of Japan apparently decided to ride my train. After the doors closed, I found myself spooning completely against a businesswoman, while the schoolgirl spooned against my back. The heat rose, and I struggled to remain flaccid as the sway and movement of the train softly jostled the women pressing completely against me.
I thought of math, of my favorite computer game, I even replayed the battle of Kursk in my head and tried to think up new strategies; anything to keep the thoughts of the two young women pressing and rubbing rather accidentally erotically against me from my mind. I did not want to get arrested by the JR police for molesting a woman on my vacation, if for no other reason that I could have stayed home and done that.
The traffic on the tracks forced the train to slow, and I groaned inwardly. I was hot, it was a sticky and humid morning, and I was trying not to get an erection while pressed against someone, and my stop was on the far side of Tokyo. As I fumed to myself, surveying the sea of blank Japanese faces, men and women in dark business suits, kids in school uniforms, people casually dressed running morning errands, all blank-faced or busy with their cell phones, playing games or typing out e-mails.
Then I felt it: a hand lightly stroking my hip. In Japan this is not uncommon… for the women. I was not Japanese, and not female, and I froze in surprise. Another hand started gently stroking my other hip, tracing the seams of my jeans.
I tried to shake them off, but I couldn’t move very much, and could only manage a feeble hip waggle. In response, the hand on my right hip slipped into my empty pocket and started caressing my thighs and cock while the other one slipped under my shirt and started rubbing my stomach. I glanced to the two high-school girls sitting on the bench seat beside me, but thankfully, they were busy with their cell phones.
As soon as my head turned, fingernails dug into my crotch warningly, and my head snapped forward reflexively. And then I couldn’t help it any more. The awkward caresses, the schoolgirl behind me started rubbing her chest against my back, the public nature, all of it conspired against me, and my cock started telescoping in my pants. My cheeks heated in embarrassment, and the train jerked suddenly to a stop. As the sea of humanity fell forward, I scrabbled for a handhold and reflexively grabbed the businesswoman in front of me and pressed her protectively close.
A few people fell, but with how dense we were packed in, the whole group just swayed back to standing. The train speaker hissed and cracked, and a young sounding voice in rapid fire Japanese explained the problem and apologized. Or at least, I assumed he did, as I didn’t speak the language.
We were stopped in a subway tunnel, and no one was opening the doors and jumping out, so I assumed it was something temporary. And then I realized I was still holding the businesswoman, my arm underneath her breasts, and still pressing her against my raging erection. My embarrassment magnified, and I tried to retract my arm, until a hand stopped me. Slim womanly fingers intertwined with mine, and guided it back around her chest as she ground her ass experimentally against erection. The hand in my pocket felt that, and slipped out, only to fumble with the zipper.
Businesswoman retreated a little as the other hand pulled my zipper down and carefully, gently fished my erection out. When Businesswoman pressed back, I could only feel skin against skin. As she guided my hand up to her breast, she stood on her tiptoes, and I felt two hands guided me into a warm, wet cavern. Businesswoman settled back down with a breathy sigh and I gently kneaded her small breasts with my large hand, trying not to make a sound as her muscles suckled on my cock. My eyes closed, and my head tipped back as I fought not to thrust into her, instead letting her dictate the pace.
I felt a hand run down my back, stroking the curve of my spine before it reversed, running the back of the hand against the small of my back over the curve of my ass and before rising again. I barely wondered what was going on when I felt it push gently against my butt twice before the hand went back up, running a finger along my spine, up my neck, over the curve of my jaw before two very wet fingers rubbed themselves on my lips, demanding entry. My nostrils opened at the sent of pussy in heat as I opened my mouth and sucked them in, washing them with my tongue as the fingers fucked my mouth like a small cock. The hand on my left hip moved inwards, and I felt the back of the hand rhythmically push against my ass as the Schoolgirl pressed even harder against me and whimpered breathily in my ear.
Fearful, I covertly glanced around, but the only people paying attention were the two schoolgirls sitting next to me, one with long hair in braids, another in pigtails, watching with wide eyes. I smirked around the fingers in my mouth, and slowly withdrew a little from Businesswoman, before just as slowly thrusting forward. I couldn’t get a good thrust going, but Businesswoman responded my laying back against me, looking up at me with glazed eyes, and lips parted slightly against her quiet panting.
Mesmerized, I felt myself bending down and kissing her, fingers in my mouth and all. Businesswoman’s free hand came up and tangled in my hair, trapping me, as she sucked, fondled, and licked the hand, the fingers, and the sweat off my face aggressively as she joined my slow rhythmic thrusts.
I was sweating, I was hot, and I no longer cared. I heard quiet squeaks next to me, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Braids and Pigtails with a lump between their legs, slowly raising and lowering under the skirt like an oil derrick, until Braids stood up suddenly, wrapped one delicate hand around my neck possessively and joined Businesswoman in a three way kiss, the three of us kissing and licking each other, and pulled the arm I had been absently hanging onto a stanchion and stuffed it under her skirt. When she was sure I knew what to do, her other hand went forward, and I felt her fingers caress my cock as it slowly pistoned into Businesswoman’s wet, tight, gripping cunt.
I felt like one gigantic sex object as the woman behind me whimpered, nipped, kissed and sucked on the back of my neck and Braid’s arm beside me, all the while pumping her fingers in my mouth in time to the rhythmic patter of her hand against my butt, while Braids kissed and licked me aggressively as I gently caressed and fingerfucked her dripping pussy as she stroked and fondled my cock and Businesswoman’s cunt, as I kneaded and fondled Businesswoman’s small breasts, her hand tangled in my hair, trapping me.
I licked, and grabbed, and thrust, and fucked, slowly speeding up as my orgasm approached. The breaths of the women around me became more and more ragged, punctuated more and more by quiet whimpers and moans as we blocked out the rest of the train and gave into our own need.
As I raced towards orgasm, the Schoolgirl behind me popped off first, squeaking and sighing loudly, causing a chain effect of moans and grunts of unmistakable pleasure. My cock fired cum like a cannon, and I almost blacked out from the heat, humidity, and lack of oxygen. I heard ringing in my ears as the women pressed against me, recovering. Braids whispered something into Businesswoman’s ear, and with a grunt, she pulled herself regretfully off my still hard cock.
With their hands, they turned me to face Braids and Pigtails as Braids sat back down and patted her lap, coquettishly looking at Pigtails. Without a word, Pigtails obediently climbed up on her lap, spreading her legs to balance herself as Braids grabbed a handful of her hair and pushed her mouth onto my cock. As Pigtails cleaned my cock zealously, sucking on my dick wetly, her hands gripping my hips and forcing her mouth onto my prick, occasionally gagging herself as Braids kept one hand on the back of her head, while the other dived in between Pigtail’s legs.
My hands remained free not too long, as Businesswoman and the Schoolgirl me grabbed them and pushed them between their legs insistently, and the dance began again with Braids forcing Pigtails to fuck my cock with her mouth, as Businesswoman and the Schoolgirl pressed against me, their hands roaming over my body, until all four of us moaned and climaxed again. When I was done cumming again, Braids kept her grip and pulled Pigtail’s head off me, roughly turning her head to kiss her forcefully. Hands pulled me from steamy wet crotches, guiding me up to lips that suckled my fingers, cleaning them as thoroughly as Pigtails had cleaned my cock with her mouth.
The train started with a jerk. As I wobbled on unsteady feet, four pairs of hands reached out possessively to steady me. Pigtail’s hands wrapped around my hips as she dived back onto my cock, gently sucking as the train moved on.
The three of them nodded to each other and started chatting happily, occasionally stroking Pigtail’s head and murmuring approvingly as she nursed my cock quietly. A minute later, the train slowed, the computerized female voice announcing the next station in Japanese while the LED board over the doors scrolled the name in both Kanji and English. Braids swatted the back of Pigtail’s head, and with a pout, she pulled her wonderful mouth off of me and carefully stuffed my penis back in my pants, stroking the front of my pants, my hips, and my thighs more than was really necessary.
I was surprised when Braids and Pigtails stood up as Businesswoman and Schoolgirl grabbed my arms and marched me out of the train. I didn’t resist, but instead threw my arms around Schoolgirl and hugged her close, like two lovers. Businesswoman, not to be outdone, pulled my other arm around her and hugged me just as close as Braids and Pigtails followed in our wake.
I was content to be led out of the station, down the street, and then through a maze of dark, narrow alleys until we fetched up at an ugly and unassuming five story high concrete building. I was led into the foyer, and besides the small rock garden off to the side; it looked like a rather normal hotel lobby. Businesswoman disengaged to pay the proffered bill to be replaced almost instantly by Pigtails, who immediately stuffed my hand down her uniform shirt.
Pigtails kissed, licked, and stroked my arm lovingly as I groped her gently, running a light finger over her areoles, gently pinching her stiff nipples between first and middle finger as Businesswoman produced a credit card with a flourish. With several polite bows, I was again led off, Businesswoman leading, Braids trailing
We tromped into an elevator, and Braids pressed the floor button as Businesswoman pressed herself against me, grabbed my head in her hands and pulled me into a kiss. It wasn’t a gentile kiss, either; she forced her way into my mouth, taking what she wanted, leaving only lust behind. I hardened again as she pulled away and looked at me, smiling slightly. Pigtails hand started rubbing my cock thought my pants as first Schoolgirl, and then Braids repeated the performance.
I was being driven out of my lust-fogged mind. The elevator ride took forever, and in that time, Braids, Schoolgirl, and Businesswoman repeatedly kissed me, licking the saliva from my lips of the last girl, my erection straining against my jeans as Pigtails stroked and clawed ineffectually against the front of my jeans.
The elevator doors opened with a ding, and I was lead down a dimly lit narrow hallway, past a cluster of vending machines selling sodas, cigarettes, and the last one look suspiciously like condoms. At the end of the hall, Businesswoman produced the key to a door, unlocked it, and stepped through into sunlight.
Light streamed into the room from a huge window facing downtown Tokyo casting slanted beams of light across the room. The room itself was lightly colored in white and ice blue, with white carpeting leading to a large white bed, with white paneled end tables, and lamps shaped like penguins with lampshades sprouting from the top of their heads. The effect was to look like the arctic, I think, but it just came across as tacky. I think I was in a love hotel, and it looked as tacky as I thought it would.
I was led to a large bathroom, with a bathtub that looked more like a Jacuzzi than what I was used to. As Braids ran the water, Businesswoman said something and Pigtails pulled my arm out of her shirt as Schoolgirl fumbled with my jeans. Braids stood and started undressing as Businesswoman cracked the window open. Pigtails then turned and pulled my shirt over my head, Schoolgirl skimmed off my jeans and underwear together, and with a final tug, I stood naked in front of them.
Braids, Schoolgirl, and Businesswoman stopped what they were doing, and simply looked at me. Hungrily, I might add, like I was ten pounds of red meat thrown into the starving lioness’s den. After a moment of hungry looking, I was ushered over to a small stool and made to sit, as Braids, naked as the day she was born, strolled over to me slowly. I could feel my heartbeat in my cock, and I wanted nothing more than to fuck her, Pigtails, anyone, anything!
Pigtails and Schoolgirl stripped, Pigtails quickly, Schoolgirl more reluctantly. When Schoolgirl saw me admiring her, she blushed and turned to face me slowly, clad only in soaked panties. I smiled approvingly and my cock twitched at her transparent cotton panties. Schoolgirl smiled and peeled her panties off, throwing them on the growing pile of clothes on top of the sink.
Braids turned on the little spigot of water and sprayed me with the hose attachment, wetting me quickly as Pigtails took a squeeze bottle of liquid soap and poured it thickly over her hands. I smiled as she kneeled next to me and began scrubbing my hips and thighs, and soon more hands joined in, scrubbing, caressing, and exploring both each other, and me while I boggled at the sea of soapy, naked female flesh around me.
The scrubbing went longer than it needed too, but soon Braids called a stop to it with the simple expediency of turning the sprayer on us. With shrieks and giggles, the caressing devolved into a spray fight that managed to get us all washed off. With a gentle tug, Pigtails pulled me up and into the bath, having me sit down near the middle, and Pigtails settling onto up my lap like I was a chair, my cock laying against her cunt lips with a contented purr, with Businesswoman at my right, Schoolgirl to my left, and Braids kneeling between Pigtails’ and my entwined legs as she kissed Pigtails passionately.
Pigtails moaned something, and Braids backed off a little as Pigtails raised up a little, bent down and guided me directly into her as she settled back down with a sexy grumble. Pigtails was amazingly tight, almost too tight, and I marveled at the different sensation. My fingers were used like dildos, with Businesswoman and Schoolgirl controlling my hands at the wrist as Pigtails leaned forward and started bouncing up and down on my thighs with a splash of water as Braids leaned back and started to openly masturbate herself to the scene in front of her, one hand roiling the water between her wide-spread legs, the other roughly fondling her breasts.
I couldn’t take the sight anymore, and I threw my head back and squeezed my eyes shut before I exploded too soon. But the feelings weren’t much better; each arm lay across the length of a woman, each hand being thrust into a different feeling pussy, two heads lay on my shoulders, my cock engulfed by a cunt that seemed to want to keep it as a souvenir, and the sighs, moans, and ragged panting of four women approaching orgasm was more than I’d ever experienced–ever thought I’d ever experience in my entire life before.
I clenched my teeth and bravely fought off orgasm for what seemed like hours, but when both Schoolgirl and Businesswoman started stroking and nipping my arms I bellowed and trust upwards, raising Pigtails out of the water so high only her legs dangled in the water as my dick turned itself inside out and three women babbled things in Japanese, shrieking and cumming hard.
When I splashed back to earth, I felt drained. Literally. I was rock hard and still inside Pigtails as she lay on me heavily, one arm stretched upwards to stroke my hair tenderly, as Braids said something and kissed Pigtails lovingly.
I was pulled out of the tub and dried carefully, and Braids steadied me as we stumbled our way to the bed. I flopped down, bonelessly, sleep rumbling like a thundercloud on the horizon. Pigtails curled next to me, resting her head on my arm as Braids dove between her legs. Schoolgirl climbed up on the bed and straddled me, and froze. She said something, in a near panic, and I reached out with my free arm to stroke her flank, from knee to shoulder reassuringly as the other women cooed. Businesswoman climbed up and took Schoolgirl’s hand reassuringly and started speaking comfortingly to her.
After a few minutes, Schoolgirl relaxed and with Businesswoman to hold me up, Schoolgirl rose up, positioned herself carefully, and sank down slowly. I froze as I felt some obstruction, and when I understood what exactly that was, Schoolgirl had raised herself, and then dropped down with a yelp/scream as I punched through and bottomed out.
Businesswoman stroked Schoolgirl’s arm soothingly, and when Schoolgirl raised herself up and lower herself slowly, Businesswoman smiled and patted my stomach before slipping off and walking across the room to a small end table and pulled something out. Pigtails gently turned my head back to Schoolgirl and kissed my shoulder approvingly as I started paying attention to Schoolgirl.
While Pigtails was as energetic and tight as a vise, and Businesswoman felt normal but looked so fogged with lust I wasn’t certain she knew where she was, Schoolgirl was virgin-tight but she looked so surprised by the new experience, lips curled back in a toothy smile, eyes open and bright, she looked like she was enjoying it. I, on the other hand, was almost numb, so as she bounced enthusiastically on my thighs with a wet slap of flesh meeting flesh, I doubted I was going to cum once more, and if I did, I wondered if it would just be a thin streamer of dust.
And then a loud keening turned everyone’s head. Businesswoman had apparently found herself a strap-on, and was just absolutely fucking Braids so hard she was sliding forward on the bed. Pigtails patted Braid’s face lightly, lovingly, and snuggled deeper into the crook of my arm with a contented purr.
I turned back to Schoolgirl, and pulled her down to me, kissing her lips and whispering sweet nothings into her ear. As I shifted to whisper directly in Schoolgirl’s ear, my arm going around her back possessively, Pigtails raised herself up and showered Schoolgirl with kisses as I traced the whorls of her hear with my tongue, nibbling on her earlobe, and whispering breathily love into her ear.
I kissed, I licked, I fondled, and I tried to make Schoolgirl’s first experience her best, and when I did eventually come, it wasn’t that hard, but it was worth it to feel and see Schoolgirl tremble, scream, and lay herself on me, her arms around me possessively, Pigtails resting on my arm, and soon Braids’ back was pressed into my free side, wrapped around Businesswoman.

The Party Ch. 03

admin — Sat, 17 May 2008 13:02:29 +0000

What was becoming of me? Four days ago I was Rob, Buzz’s best buddy from way back. Now I was Nancy Gibson and supposedly his fiancé. I had even let him fuck me in the ass and was wanting it again earlier tonight. I actually had asked him to fuck me again. And then he had me talked into giving him a blowjob which I never did do but found myself licking his cum out of the facecloth that he used when he jerked himself off alone.
I know that seventy-five thousand dollars that we agreed to would help me a lot and it didn’t seem that big of a deal. But I just don’t think I can do it. Maybe if I quit right now, I could escape with a little dignity in tack. Buzz could just tell his office that we broke up or that maybe he caught me cheating and ended our relationship. That way I could go back to being Rob and he could still keep his job. That’s exactly what I’m going to do. I’m going to tell him I can’t do this anymore.
Buzz pressed himself hard against my ass. I felt his cock slip between my cheeks and poke me at my hole.
“Buzz” I said moving my butt from him and his cock slipping away.
“What’s the matter Nancy” He said half asleep and shifting himself against me again.
“Don’t, I don’t want too.”
“Aw come on Nancy, just a quickie before I go to work. I really need it. Don’t you feel how hard I am?”
With that he pushed against my ass cheeks, his cock riding up along my crack. He draped his hand over me and touched my nipple. He was lightly dry humping me.
“Buzz, for god sakes will you stop?”
If he could have seen my face he would have noticed my guilt. I wanted to end this charade, and knew how upset he was going to be. I was going to have to tell him now. I just can’t have him thinking he’s going to fuck me again or anything else for that matter.
“Nancy” he whispered. “I have a nice morning hard on with your name on it.”
Shit, what a thing to say. I flipped the covers off of me and got out of bed. Who does he think he’s talking to? Some sleazy chick that he picked up at a bar?
“Where are you going?” He said as he flipped to his back, his cock standing straight up.
“I’m going to take a shower and then we have to talk. I really mean it this time Buzz. We really need to talk about this.”
He shook his hips making his cock bobble in the air and had that devilish grin on.
“Sure Nancy, anything you say” He wiggle his cock some more.
He wasn’t taking me seriously. Maybe he thought this was all fun and games and a piece of ass is a piece of ass but I wasn’t going to play anymore. I stormed to the bathroom and slammed the door shut.
“What a jerk” I thought as I turned on the shower and stepped in. “I just can’t wait till I tell him and his mother. Ha ha, wait till they see how it feels to be on the losing end now. So what if they don’t like it. So dam what!”
I was smiling as the water splashed over me. For the first time in days I felt that I finally have control. Everything was coming together, just like it was always suppose too.
I was scrubbing my face really hard, wanting the make-up to wash down the drain. The make-up was representing a person that I really wasn’t. I needed to see Nancy washed away forever.
Climbing out of the shower and standing in front of the mirror, I could still see that even with the make-up off didn’t make me look any manlier. In fact, with my hair cut the way it is and the way Vicky had plucked my eyebrows in a thin arch, I was far from manly. I just looked like a girl without make-up.
I wasn’t going to let this get me down. My hair can grow back and my brows will fill in. I don’t really care anymore, Rob was back in town.
Draping a towel around my waist I opened the door of the bathroom and walked into the bedroom. Buzz wasn’t in the bed anymore as I quickly walked out in the living room.
“Buzz?”
I could see a note lying on the bar
Nancy, I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to get to work, maybe next time you’ll be more considerate and not take so long in the bathroom. You knew I had to get to work and I think you purposely took longer then you needed too. Anyways, my mom phoned while you were in the shower and told me to tell you that she has sent a taxi to pick you up. She said to leave everything here and she would come by later to pick your and my things up. I’m not sure when I’ll be home, but you owe me one.
What did he mean? I owe him one. Shit, I wanted to tell him I was calling this whole thing off and he leaves without even saying good-bye in a pissed off mood to boot. Imagine him mad at me.
I just stood there holding the note for a second then huffed.” I’m not going to any doctor, fuck that. I ‘m not doing anything but go home and forget about this nightmare”
I walk back into the bedroom and then it dawn on me that I had no clothes to wear. I mean my clothes, Rob’s clothes. I sat down on the bed and held my head with my hands.
“I just can’t believe this” I said loudly. “I have to wear the god dam skirt again.”
I was crying inside as I stood up and went to the bathroom to get the skirt and blouse I hung up on the back of the door. It was like the wind was knocked out of me, I felt so defeated.
As I was holding the skirt and blouse in my hand, I looked up to my refection in the mirror. I was ashamed of myself for being tricked into this and how I let it all happen.
I had to stay calm and compose myself. It’s really not a big deal.Whats one more day as Nancy? What choice do I have anyways; I’m still going to have to wear that skirt to get home.
I went in the bedroom and picked up my panties from the night before. My cum was still fresh and wet as I slipped them on. I thought back on how Buzz had jerked me off with my panties
I tried not to think of the weekend past as I finished getting dressed and then walked back into the bathroom.
Picking up the brush on the counter, I started brushing my hair the way Pam had cut it. It bothered me to look in the mirror and see Nancy come alive again when I started on my make-up. It scared me to see that I was such a natural at putting it on. I lightly covered my face with the make-up and didn’t put too much on. I just wanted enough to take the edge off and look feminine. I didn’t want any trouble going out in public looking as a man in drag.
The phone rang as I just finished putting my make-up in my purse. I quickly ran to pick it up, hoping that maybe it was Buzz phoning, maybe to apologize.
“Nancy Gibson, your taxi is waiting outside for you.”
“Ok, thank-you, I’ll be right down.”
My heart fluttered knowing I had to go out dressed alone in public by myself.
I took one last look around the room as I slipped my heels on. Picking up my purse, I sigh, already wanting the day to end with me home and in my own apartment.
My clicking of my heels down the hall to the elevator was a constant reminder of me being Nancy. As the elevator doors open I watched my reflection in the glass, I knew I was blushing as the doors shut and moved to the ground floor. The lobby was crowded with people coming and leaving as I walked towards the door. A few men walked in and held the door open for me. I smiled slightly and thanked them and made myself outside.
“Miss Gibson? Are you Miss Gibson?”
I looked at a man holding open the back door of a taxi.
“Yes,, um,hi,” I blushed hearing myself being called Miss.
I sat down and swept my feet into the back seat as he shut the door. I caught him staring at my legs and smile as he walked around to his door and hopping in.
“I have instructions to take you down to Clarence Street. That’s way over on the other side of town. It’s not really a nice neighborhood. I wouldn’t let a young thing like you go there by herself. Are you going to meet someone there?”
“I’m sure I’ll be fine thank-you.” I glance at his eyes looking at me through the rear view mirror and then looked out my window as he started to drive away from the curb.
I was tapping my fingers on my knee thinking of how I was going to tell Buzz that I had changed my mind. He should really understand, after all, it was suppose to be just the party and I did that. At least I held up my end of the bargain… I was feeling quite sure of myself.
“So, you had no classes today?”
“Excuse me?” I was startled as he broke my thought.
“School, you didn’t have to go today?” He was peering at me through his mirror again.
“I’m not in school, haven’t been for a while.”
“Oh, I’m sorry; it’s just that you look so young. I have a daughter that looks like to be about your age and she’s in grade eleven.
“I have you know that I’m twenty –five years old” I snapped back at him
“Oh really? guess you got a little cheated in the development department.” He chuckled.
It was then that I looked down at my chest. I forgot to stuff my bra. All that you could see was the collapsed cups under my blouse.
“And I might add, you have the hips of a little boy.” He laughed, smacking his hand on the steering wheel.
I didn’t know what to say as I again realized that I didn’t have the padded panties on and that my belt was around my waist, not up high like Mrs. Markus told me to wear it.
He kept looking at me through the mirror, shaking his head as he giggled and drove. I just sat there looking out the window. I was so embarrassed and ashamed.
It was about thirty minutes later that he pull his car to a stop.
“Ok missy, here you are.” He said as he turned around in his seat and looked at me with a big grin.
I just huffed and opened the door and got out, slamming it shut as he took off, leaving me in some exhaust fumes.
Looking up I seen the sign of the doctors office and walk towards the door, feeling self-conscious about the way I looked. I really felt like some guy in drag. I didn’t want to look this way. If anything, I wanted to look just like I did at the party and then go home. I just couldn’t believe forgetting to prepare myself properly for going out in public.
Opening up the door, I walked in the office. My cheeks were flushed as I slowly walked up the nurse’s counter. Eyes of everyone in the room watched me. I just knew what they were thinking.
“Hi, can I help you?” The nurse said looking up at me.
“Yes, um, I, um, Miss Nancy Gibson to see the doctor.”
She looked down at her appointment sheet.
“Oh yes, just take a seat and I’ll call you when she can see you.”
I walked over to the chairs in the waiting room and sat down, my eyes wandering around the office. I ended up picking up a magazine that was lying on the table and was thumbing through it, barely looking at the pages. I just wanted to get this over and done with.
I heard the nurse’s heels stop at the half door leading to the doctor’s office.
“Nancy Gibson?”
My stomach was fluttering as I stood up and walked towards her. Again I felt everyone watching me.
“Would you like to be called Nancy or Rob” She asked writing down notes on the clip board.
I could have died as everyone shifted in their seats and chatted to each other and laughed.
How could she have said that in front of everyone? My eyes glanced around as I finally made the long journey across the room to her. An old man just smiled at me and gave me a wink. I felt sick to my stomach, pushing by the nurse and then standing out of view of everyone.
“Well, should we call you Rob or Nancy?”
Still blushing. “Um, Nancy is fine.”
“Very well Nancy, sign this and come with me”
I quickly looked down and read something about them being able to retrieve my medical files from my old doctor. I jotted down my name and followed her down the corridor to the door at the end. She lightly knocked on it.
“Doctor? Nancy is here to see you .” She turned the handle and
stepped back. “Go ahead Nancy, she’ll see you now.”
The nurse just smiled as I walked past her
“You must be Rob” The doctor said as she stood up from her desk.
“My name is Dr. Wendy Yates.” She walked around her desk and came to meet me with her hand out for a handshake. “You can call me Wendy”
I shook her hand and blushed the way she was looking at me.
“No need to be shy Rob, just have a seat.” She took the clip board from the nurse and then shut the door.
“So, should I call you Nancy or Rob? In my own professional opinion, we should start using your desired name. Do you think so…Nancy?”
“Um sure, that would be fine” I said standing next to the chair at her desk
“No please Nancy, not there, sit over there so that you’re more comfortable.” Wendy said as she pointed over to the corner of her office where a plush leather examining chair sat. It almost looked like a dentist chair but nicer.
Wendy walked over to me, placing her hand on my back and guiding me to the big chair.
“Here, you hop up there and we will start by me asking a few questions. I want and need to know the real you to help your transition.”
“Transition? What was she talking about?” I thought.
Wendy walked to her window and closed the blind, just leaving a small enough space to let some sunlight in. and proceeded to walk over to her chair. Picking up a remote, she pressed a button which started some soft music coming out of the ceiling.
“Um Wendy, there’s not really going to be a transition.” I said debating whether or not to tell her about the deal with Buzz and his job.
“Your right Nancy, I guess it isn’t really a transition for someone like you. You have been feeling this way for so long. I understand what you’re saying.”
She seemed to think before she started to talk again. Her eyes roamed over me, studying.
“I should tell you that Mrs. Markus told me quite a lot about you and I just have a few questions that I have to ask before we can go any further.”
I moved slightly in my chair.
“Ok sure.” thinking that I might as well just let her do what she has to do and then I can get out of here and go home. That’s all I wanted to do, just forget all of this.
She smiled and took a small breath.
“I see that you chose to come here dressed as a female rather then a male. How does it make you feel to be dressed in public? Do you feel embarrassed to have people view you as female?”
Shit, that was as easy question, I hated this, all of this. How can I say this to make it sound right so that it doesn’t get back to Buzz and what he did to secure his new job. Plus, I don’t want Mrs. Markus to get in any trouble with the doctor.
“Um…it’s not so much,” I thought for a second. “It’s not so much people looking at me as a girl. It’s how young they think I am. That bothers me, after all, its just clothes, you know what I mean? It’s not a big deal.”
Wendy didn’t answer as she wrote some notes down on the clip board.
“So being seen as young is more bothersome to you then having them seeing you as female.” She looked at me. “Do you think that being flat chested is the main reason behind that?
“Well, yes, I’m sure that’s what it is.” I blushed.
“So, if you had breasts that would make you feel more comfortable with yourself. More complete?”
Wendy was still looking at me for some kind of reaction.
“I guess I would be more comfortable being dressed this way if I had boobs.”
“You seemed tence, do I make you nervous?”
I looked at her and then looked away. I wanted to just tell her the truth.
“I don’t know Wendy. It’s just been a long weekend and I’m just tired and want to go home.”
“You just never have been this far Nancy. You’re just so undecided right now. I recognize this with my other patients. I have something that may help.”
“What does she mean about being this far.” I thought to myself.
Wendy stood up from her chair and walked over to her desk and brought back a little flimsy piece of something.
“I thought of this a few years back and perfected it to suit each patient. It’s a patch, almost like the smokers patch when they want to stop smoking but this one has a mixture of medicine specially formulated for you.”
I sat up in my chair slightly. “What’s in it?”
This was going a little further than I wanted now. I didn’t want any medicine.
She walked up to my chair.
“Don’t worry, its not as bad as you think. Mrs. Markus told me about how you liked her little what she calls Happy Pills. I added a little in this patch as well with a balanced amount of hormones. The adminersation of hormones through the patch is much more effective then taking the pill form. Trust me, you won’t even feel a difference. It will just wipe away all your fears and make you feel more confident and soften your thoughts.”
I know I gave a little bit of a face as she stood next to me and looked down.
“Just lean yourself up for a second please.” She smiled.
I sat up and leaned forward a little, holding my arm out for her to put the patch on. I figured I’ll just pull it off as soon as I got home.
Wendy peeled back the patch and slipped her hand inside the back of my blouse and pressed it against my skin.
“Is that where you suppose to put that thing? I always thought it was suppose to go on my arm?” I protested.
Wendy just laughed softly.
“I found that it was better for the patient not too be reminded of her treatment by having an ugly patch on her arm. It’s more hidden this way, plus you don’t have to worry about it falling off. You won’t even know it was there.”
She gently pushed my shoulders back into the chair and then walked back to her chair.
“Now, where were we? Um,,,ok,,, you grew up with your mother and sisters and your father left when you were young, right?”
I was still thinking of that stupid patch she just put on me as I tried to see if I could feel it or not. I was going to have to get Buzz to take it off as soon as I seen him
“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear what you said Wendy”
She smiled calmly at me.
“I was just asking how it was growing up with all females in the house with no male influence.”
How did she know about how I grew up, jeeze, how much did Mrs. Markus tell her?
“I never knew any difference, what you don’t have in your life, you don’t miss.”
“But that’s not true is it Nancy? You did know there was a difference. Everything that was taught to you was from a female perspective. When it came to talking with men, you thought differently. You thought like a woman.”
My mind was spinning. What the hell is she saying? Jesus Christ I got to get out of here. This is getting really weird. I slump my shoulders back into the chair frustrated.
“You were always jealous that way of your sisters weren’t you Nancy? You found it hard as a child not to begin developing like they did. They became popular at school while you were teased and pushed away from your peers. Especially when it comes to having breasts. You didn’t have them and you felt cheated in that way didn’t you Nancy?”
What was she doing to me, trying to make me feel smaller than I already did feel? What does she know about how I felt growing up?
“Don’t worry Nancy, I’m just trying to bring it out of you. It will feel better once you let it all out. Just try to relax and listen to my words.”
I let out a heavy sigh. What choice do I have anyways? I’ll just let her do her thing then I’ll go home.
Wendy talked about everything, loosing me with her big words and philosophy. My eyes lids became heavy as the soft music in her office was putting me asleep. She went on and on till her words were a blur to my mind.
I felt her hand touch my shoulder.
“Nancy, you just rest and I’ll be back in a moment to get you.”
My eyes opened for just a moment as I nodded ok and then shut. I was so tired, maybe a little nap would do me some good.
I remember hearing my name being called from a distance. I felt dizzy and numb as my crusted eyes opened up. Mrs. Markus was standing in front of me with the doctor. Buzz was behind them both as I looked in wonderment and confusion.

Under Hypnosis, She Is Revealed

admin — Sat, 17 May 2008 09:02:32 +0000

This story deals with the hidden or dark side of human nature—it’s like nothing I’ve ever written before. Any feedback on this work, and on all my other works as well, is appreciated greatly. Thank you all for supporting my stories as you have.

“So, Lily,” my therapist Patrick said, rifling through his notes gently, “you are continuing to suffer the mental disturbances you originally came to see me about?” He looked up from the papers toward me and cocked his head in thought.
“Yes, sir,” I replied obediently. “I have terrible feelings of anxiety, and can’t enjoy anything anymore. I know I’m depressed, and clinically so, but the prescriptions you gave me aren’t working for me anymore. I’m scared that my body is now resistant to their chemicals and—” My voice cracked and broke under the pressure of being strong, and my hands involuntarily shook.
“You’re frightened that your illness is untreatable?” Patrick finished for me.
“Yes, sir.”
“Well, then,” he said, rising from his seat quietly and moving toward the window, “I see no reason not to tell you of an alternative treatment, my dear.”
“What is it?”
“It’s a relatively new idea to me, even though my colleagues have suggested for a couple of years that I practice it. I always thought my way of therapy was the best way to go, but you—-you present a dilemma that even I have trouble understanding.” Patrick stroked his chin in thought, gazing out the window at nothing. I had a sudden epiphany that this man was incredibly attractive—the thick, dark brown hair shading his eyes ever so slightly, the intelligent, piercing blue eyes that met mine inquisitively every time I had a therapy session with him, and of course I liked his studious appearance, dressed as he always was in crisp, businesslike attire. Patrick was in his late twenties, early thirties, and I was 22—-I suppose it was an attack of “sexy older man syndrome.” The delightful British accent didn’t hurt either; I thought it made him sound more sophisticated and intelligent, certainly more than my Southern hick accent complimented my abilities.
“I don’t know why I always go for nerds,” I thought to myself with a chuckle. “But hey, he’s not bad. Not bad at all, in fact,” I thought, a slight smile curving my lips as I checked out his rear view. Well, he did have a nice ass.
He turned sharply around, and I quickly averted my gaze, an embarrassed blush appearing on my fair cheeks at almost being caught staring.
“The treatment is hypnosis—I’m quite sure you’ve heard of it?” I nodded. I wasn’t a browser of medical magazines at the doctor’s office for nothing.
“My colleagues have told me that for truly troubled patients, undergoing hypnosis can free the subconscious and reveal what lies at the root of the mental problem. In your case, I would hope to find the cause of your extreme mental anxiety and depression. Would you be up for it?” he asked me, fixing that same blue-eyed stare on me, almost putting me into a trance right then.
“The question is,” I thought to myself, “why is he ‘up’ for something else altogether?” I had noted earlier that he seemed more than a little interested in me, and now a bulge in his pants seemed to confirm it. I was, obviously, a little nervous about being basically put under and not being able to fend off anything that might happen to me. It seemed ridiculous for me to be afraid, though; he was so kind, and never acted like the type to take advantage of his power and position in any situation.
“Sure,” I said, a little too brightly. “I’m willing to try anything to get rid of this terrible crap I’ve been going through.” I rose from my chair, straightening my red T-shirt and getting rid of a little wedgie. Patrick noticed my ‘adjustments’ and chuckled.
“One thing I hope you never lose, Lily, is the ability to be unashamedly yourself.” I realized that he had seen me in the act of “adjusting myself” and blushed.
“Sorry…I get so used to being by myself sometimes that I just do stuff like that by habit.” Cheerfully I brushed off my white shorts, picked up my bag, and headed toward the door.
“I guess I will see you next week, then, for the hypnosis session?”
“Well, I thought you might want to try it today, my dear. Do you think you have time today?” he asked, silently asking me to stay with his gaze as well. Of course, I couldn’t say no when a pair of intense piercing eyes was penetrating through to my soul, so I dumbly nodded, my high ponytail bouncing with my head movement. Patrick smiled.
“Good. Well, why don’t you have a seat, Lily, and we’ll begin. Oh, and by the way, I will be videotaping our sessions so that you can see for yourself what is said and done.”
I sat down in the chair facing him and he shook his head. “No…use the couch,” he said.
“Oh! I’m sorry, I totally forgot,” I said, getting up quickly from my seat and going over to the couch to settle myself. I lay my head back against the comfy soft cushions and watched as he set up the video camera to point towards me. Once he was satisfied with its position, he turned it on and walked over to the couch, pulling the chair over beside it so that he could sit and ask me questions.
“All right, Lily. First we’re going to try some relaxation exercises. I want you to close your eyes and count backwards from…let’s say 300. I’m sure you’ve done this to fall asleep when you’ve been anxious, haven’t you?” he asked, smiling down at me. I nodded, and he signaled for me to start counting. I closed my eyes.
“300…299…298…297…296…295…” Hypnogogic images began to spin through my mind, and I vaguely could hear my own voice continuing to count. I began to feel oddly detached from my body…my conscious mind began to shut down, and I felt as I were both asleep and awake. My consciousness faded into a dim world of nothing inside my head, and I was cut off from my physical senses completely.
A loud snap brought me back, and I jumped awake.
“Holy crap,” I sputtered out as I calmed down and got used to my senses being alert again.
“Hey, hey, hey, it’s all right. You’re OK,” Patrick said gently, his voice tone mimicking that of a low-pitched lullaby. “You had…uh, quite a session, my dear. I’m sorry the ending startled you so.”
“It’s okay, sir,” I said shakily, rising to a sitting position on the couch. My lips and jaw felt sore, and my hips were stiff and didn’t want to move very much. I dismissed the feelings as symptoms of both my immobile state while under hypnosis and my talking a lot during the session. I also noticed that my ponytail was undone, and my hair was incredibly messed up and wild. I had no obvious explanation for this, but figured I must have done it during hypnosis to be more comfortable.
Patrick walked over to the camera and turned it off, then turned to me crisply. “We will watch the video in our session next week. Till then, all right?” he said. I nodded affirmatively, and walked out the door.
***
“Good afternoon, sir,” I said cheerfully as I breezed through the door. Patrick looked up.
“Ah, good to see you, Lily,” he said, his face brightening as he welcomed me in. “I trust this week has been better for you?”
“Oh, it’s been great,” I gushed as I sat down, adjusting myself in the seat. “I’ve felt better about myself and I’ve gotten out and enjoyed life. I even went out last night with my group of friends for the first time in ages,” I said with a smile, feeling like a little kid who’s just been allowed outside to play.
“I’m very glad of that. Who knows, my dear, this may turn out to be the treatment that helps you get back to normal permanently,” he said optimistically. He got up from his chair and walked over to a bookshelf in the office, picking a tape off a high shelf and putting it into the TV/VCR that faced him.
“This is your session from last week…I watched it a couple of times to bolster my notes about the success of the first hypnosis, so I’ll need to rewind it,” he said, punching a button on the remote control. I noticed that a slight flush suffused his entire face as he said this. I wondered why, but kept it to myself as I turned my chair around to better see the session.
He pushed ‘Play’ and my session started to play on the screen, with me lying on the couch. However, when I began to speak, my voice sounded completely different—it didn’t have the slight innocent bounciness and cheerfulness that my normal voice had. Rather, my voice was a purr, a low-pitched, velvety-textured contralto that seemed to ooze from my lips.
“Oh, my God…is that me talking?” I asked Patrick. He didn’t reply, and when I turned around in my chair to ask him again, he was gazing at the screen. That same flush had deepened on his cheeks—apparently, he was enjoying the show.
“Well, Patrick, this is the first time I’ve ever been let out,” my new voice purred on the tape. “She’s so uptight she won’t even let me tell her any fantasies.”
“Fantasies?” inquired Patrick on the tape.
“Yes…oh, Patrick, I have such wonderful sexual fantasies, but she thinks I’m a devil, and so she locks me up, away from the world. It’s terrible, really,” and I watched my right hand play across Patrick’s knees, flirting with him shamelessly. I was appalled.
“W–well, Lily, I must advise you to get back on the topic of your anxiety,” Patrick stuttered out on the tape, obviously unnerved by my uncharacteristic boldness. This had to be another self of mine…a consciousness I wasn’t aware of in normal life.
“Holy shit, I’m schizophrenic,” I said aloud, looking at myself on the tape.
“No, you aren’t,” Patrick said in a strange, dreamy tone. “This is just your subconscious speaking. It felt the need to portray your hidden thoughts and anxieties as a new self…your other self, in other words.” He looked back toward the TV, where my other self continued to flirt and craft verbal double entendres.

“What?” my other self asked innocently on the tape, tracing swirls on Patrick’s left thigh. “I know you like the way I look. You can’t hide the physical evidence from me.” The tape revealed her eyes, looking pointedly at Patrick’s visible bulge. Patrick shifted uncomfortably in his chair, getting away from her roaming hand, which was coming dangerously closer and closer to his trapped erection.
“Oh, come on, Patrick baby…you know you like the way this feels,” my other self said sweetly, her left hand joining her right hand in its exploration of Patrick’s lower body. I watched in horror as her right hand flickered brazenly right over his crotch.
At this, Patrick jumped up in surprise. “Now, uh–this isn’t where I wanted this to go. We need to—”
My other self, commanding my body, rose seductively from her position on the couch and stood before him. “I know you try to hide your physical needs, Patrick, but you’re still a warm-blooded heterosexual man. And I happen to know what warm-blooded heterosexual men like.”
She swayed her hips back and forth gently, and I watched as Patrick’s eyes riveted to her, watching intently as she kept a steady, slow beat in her lower body. I knew that she was actually me, but I knew I would never act like that. Her movements were sinuous and fluid, and her hips and thighs rolled slowly, independently of the rest of her body. As she continued to dance for Patrick, she reached up and freed her hair from its tight ponytail, letting the dark brown-black strands tumble untamed onto her shoulders and down her chest a bit.
She put her arms around Patrick’s neck as I watched, and kissed him passionately, rolling her hips against his, grinding herself against his crotch. The look on his face melted from one of shock to one of lust in seconds, and his arms wrapped gently around her waist. After a few seconds of wet kissing, which, of course, disgusted me, she left his lips alone and slid down his body to the ground slowly, unzipping his pants and revealing his erection as she did so. She looked up at him with innocent but beguiling brown eyes and said, “I suppose I’ll have to take care of this for you.”
She then wrapped her lips around the head of his penis, and Patrick’s head leaned back, the expression of his powerful lust evident in the deep blush of his fair skin and the smile that played on his face. “I don’t even know how to do that, much less do it well,” I thought to myself. “Who the hell is this woman?”
My other self let his penis slip from her lips, and she looked up at him. “You like that?” she asked in the signature purr she had perfected.
“Oh, yes, please don’t stop,” Patrick begged in that sexy accent of his. His voice was choked with lust and his body silently pleaded with her to continue her ministrations.
“All righty, then,” she cheerfully said, and smiled as she licked the head again and watched Patrick’s body jolt as if he had been struck by lightning. She resumed her sucking, more powerfully this time, and Patrick responded by moaning louder and louder until he cried out in ecstasy. At the same time, I heard a soft moan from behind me. I turned and saw Patrick jacking off fast, his eyes fixated on the screen—he seemed to be unaware of everything but the tape and his own pleasure. However, he was putting on quite a show himself.
I turned back around and watched my other self lick a few stray drops of his cum from her lips seductively. At this point, I realized why my lips and jaw and hips had ached when I had awakened from my session last week.
“You see?” she said, smiling a confident, sexy smile. “I knew you would enjoy that. Too bad she doesn’t think I’m fit to be seen in public,” she said with a twist of her lips, obviously referring to me. I knew why this chick was locked away inside me—she was a wildcat!
She sat back down on the couch. “I suppose I’ll let her take over control now. But it was quite enjoyable to be let out for a while.”
Patrick nodded, in a daze. “Yes…um…uh…quite enjoyable, yes.” He hastened to reassemble himself, disguising all indications that anything out of the ordinary had gone on during the session. My other self stretched lazily on the couch and settled herself. As soon as she shut her eyes and was silent for a few seconds, Patrick snapped his fingers. I watched the change in my body’s behavior as I took over control, the childlike cheerfulness in my steps very different from my other self’s slow, fluid movements. I had to admit she was the sexier of the two of us, but I had an image and a persona to maintain! I couldn’t possibly let her out!
My brain buzzed with confusion as I thought this over. I had been hiding this very sexy persona away from everyone else and apparently myself as well. But no one knew that I had this side, and no one would ever see me in the same light if she came out, even once. I couldn’t risk it. I couldn’t. I was a virgin, untouched by man, and yet she was obviously experienced, somehow very well-versed in the ways of pleasuring men. I was innocent, a strong woman, but never sexy in the over-the-top way that she was. She had every move placed just right to seduce, and I couldn’t even get a man’s attention sometimes. But we were a duality—one could not exist without the other.
As I pondered over this, Patrick rose shakily from his chair, walked over to the TV, and cut off the tape. “This is what went on last session. I have to say I was…very surprised.”
“So am I!” I exclaimed, perhaps a bit too loudly, but I was really surprised. “Hell, I don’t even know how to give a blowjob, much less give a good one.”
“Obviously she does,” Patrick replied, his face blushing a deep pink again.
“Well, of course…you experienced it firsthand!”
“Yes…I suppose I did,” he said, staring at the TV screen, which was now dark and blank.
“Well, is that what got rid of my anxiety? Me unleashing that…that woman for just a little while?” I was disgusted with myself for even having such a dark side. And to think that unleashing her on the world might be my ticket to getting well from my anxiety and depression? It appalled me.
Patrick looked at me carefully, obviously seeing the woman I had become contrasted with the woman I was normally. “Did you really not know you had these…tendencies?” he asked delicately, not wishing to anger me.
“No, sir, I didn’t,” I replied honestly. “I thought I was just a bumbling idiot in love. I never know how to seduce a man…I’ve never even tried to do it. I don’t know the right ways to walk or talk or look or act to make a man horny. Hell, most men disregard me in a second just because of the economy-size load of junk in my trunk!” I said the last sentence half-jokingly.
“The thing is,” I continued, “I’m innocent partially by choice and partially by circumstance. I’d like to learn to seduce a man and make love to him, but every time I think about it, I get scared. I’m…uh…” I stopped, afraid to continue with the soul-baring thought that was within my head.
“Go ahead, Lily,” Patrick said soothingly.
“Well…um…the only thing that comes to mind is that I’m scared to trust another person with the well-being of my body. I’m scared of the pain that comes with having sex for the first time. I’m…scared of what I’ll become when I lose my virginity—the innocence that has become almost a trademark with me. I’m scared of becoming that,” I said, gesturing toward the TV screen, referring to my other self. I fell silent, and Patrick knelt before me and looked up into my eyes.
“Do you know you just revealed more about yourself in the last two minutes than you have ever revealed to me in the course of these last six months of therapy?”
“I don’t know why I did…it just sort of came out,” I said, sheepishly.
“Like things just sort of…came out in the hypnosis session?” he asked, smiling at me. I couldn’t help but giggle a little bit.
“Yeah…my God, I can’t believe that crap. I mean, I know it’s right on the tape, but I can’t believe that side of me exists. People would never believe it.” I paused, and my voice involuntarily tightened in my throat.
“I mean, what would my parents say?” I said, with quiet hushed intensity, as if I was trying to keep a secret. “What would my friends and family and business associates say?” I cast my eyes down in thought, visualizing my life as it would be with this new personality of mine let loose. It was almost impossible to see my life the same way, and I shook my head slightly, tears beginning to well in my eyes.
“How would they see me as the same person I’ve always been when this side of me is finally revealed, Patrick?” I asked him, desperation rising in my voice as I said it. “My God, it would wreck everything I’ve worked for, everything in my world would come crashing down, and…oh, God!”
My voice broke, and my hands covered my face instinctively as I leaned forward in my seat and started to cry, my elbows on my knees, my fingertips pressed into my forehead, and my shoulders heaving with every sob and gasp I made. Patrick had probably seen many women cry in therapy, but I doubted he’d ever seen a woman cry over being scared of her sexuality.
“Now, now, Lily, we have to work through this,” he said gently, reaching up to caress my shoulders softly. “Why are you so frightened of people seeing you in a new light? Why do you feel the need for an image?”
“B—because no one will like what they see,” I sobbed out, my eyes appearing to boil over with tears as I raised my head from my hands to speak. “They won’t like the new Lily because she’s not what they’re used to. She’s not what they want. They want the Lily they can count on, the Lily that’s sweet and nice and innocent and kind and never would say a bad word about anyone. They don’t want me to have an opinion of my own or sexuality that I can flaunt—they want Lily the doormat, the one they special-ordered out of a catalog.”

Luck of the Irish

admin — Sat, 17 May 2008 05:02:33 +0000

I have always been as avid sports enthusiast. Besides enjoying the actual sporting events itself, it is a terrific place to see great looking men; Couldn’t ask for a better place for a lady to be. When a group of friends suggested we attend our local hockey teams “Green ICE” game for ST Patrick’s Day, I was all for the idea. In honor of the holiday, besides turning the entire rink GREEN, a local radio station was doing promotions. Just prior to the face off, the announcer came on and explained that they would be calling two ticket numbers of all the tickets sold to be VIPS for the evening. These people would have special seats with the team, meet all the players after the game, and attend a special St. Patrick’s Day party with the them.
I had just returned to my General admission seat with a tray full of “Green Beers” for everyone when they announced that they were calling the lucky numbers shortly. As they read the first number, I was still passing out beers to our group. One of the other ladies of the group looked at her ticket and said “OH, I was only ONE number away!”
I dug my ticket out. It was MY number! I was so excited. After being congratulated by my group, I went to the PA stand to collect my prize. The thought of sitting and being close to those fabulous hockey hunks for the evening was enough to put me on quite an incredible high. Then to get to meet the players after the game was just such a rush.
I was standing talking to the announcer, while we were waiting for the other lucky person to come forward, so they could take us to our “special” seats. Up walks a gal, holding her ticket. If you put 500 people in a line and said “choose the hockey fan”; she would have the 499th pick.
She was in her late twenties. She had shoulder length straight mousy brown hair, slight build, glasses. A fare complexion was the back drop for her soft thin pink lips. She could have easily passed for any librarian in the world. She wore loose jeans on her slender frame, with a sweater buttoned all the way to the top. A crisp white collar poked out of the neck of her sweater covering what little curves she had. Her flat white sneakers added no additional height to her already above average height. She was shaking she was so nervous at approaching us with her ticket.
I had now had several green beers, and am very out going anyway. What a contrast my partner of the evening and I made. I am in my late 30’s, but still get carded buying alcohol occasionally. Standing just 5ft , my long golden blonde hair appears long and full. I am full figured and always smiling. My full size 38D’s filled the entire front of the hockey jersey I had on for the occasion. Being so short, I could have wore the over sized jersey with nothing underneath, but donned a pair of matching leggings and black heeled boots. The white in the jersey showed off my golden brown tanned face.
The PR people from the radio station and arena introduced themselves to us; we to them. The library mouses’ name was “Jane”. How appropriate, plain boring Jane.
I was just about thinking to myself “I left a group of wild fun people to spend the evening with this gal?” when we approached our seats. We were basically sitting right WITH the players. These young fit studs look good from a distance, but up close, with their skates making the appear much taller, and the pads making them look much bigger, much sexier, wow, it was like smorgasbord. I loved the curious glances we received from several of the players as we approached.
We took our seats as the music was playing and people were really getting into the spirit of things. The “mouse” had not said 2 words up to this point. She looked timid and frail next to these burly hockey players.
The announcer called people to their feet for the national anthem. I turned to face the flag. When I did, thats when I saw Shay for the first time. The players had taken off their helmets, and I got a good look at faces rather then just bodies. He was looking directly at me. His eyes were probing to lock together with mine. I had no choice but to connect with him.
His eyes were a vibrant deep green. I could see the green tones and highlights with him standing next to the green ice. He appeared to be one of the older members of the team. His dark short styled hair was tossed and ruffled from removing his helmet. A thin scar showed up lightly across his cheek bone. No doubt an injury suffered in a game. His strong and well defined chin framed out the rest of his rugged look.
I could hear the National Anthem coming to an end. I hated to look away from him, yet knew in seconds the spell would be broken. In an instant, he had winked at me, and smiled showing me beautiful white teeth and eyes that lit up with excitement.
People were still on their feet and clapping. Queens “We are the champions” was blaring in the back ground. I watched the whole team begin to suit up and begin to wish each other good luck. It was so cool being right there with them, listening to them talk to each other. I was really enjoying my “prize”.
I looked over at Jane. She had sat back down and was wringing her hands. “Come on girlfriend, isn’t this incredible? What a view we have from here!” I said motioning to the players now bent over in front of us.
She made some non committal comment as I stood there in awe of all the prime meat displayed in front of me. I was trying to locate Shay, to see if he was going to start. It was hard to tell them apart after they had their helmets back on. As my eyes searched, I saw him. He had his glove off, he gave me the “thumbs up” sign, then, held his finger out and pointed at me and made eye contact. Sexiest thing I have ever seen. Off he skated.
The game was fast and furious. You cannot be at a hockey game long, even not being a fan, and not get caught up in the incredible force and pace these men keep up. Even Jane was showing signs of life now and then.
I had to have another beer and use the ladies room. I asked if Jane wanted a beer. She of course declined, saying she didn’t drink beer. Geez, there was a surprise. I made it to the concession stand. The line was endless. So as not to miss any more of the game, I ordered a few extra large beers. I also noticed they served wine as well. Now, that looked more like Jane. If they made a foofoo drink with an umbrella, that would have been better, but I figured the wine would be a good ice breaker for her. Maybe loosen her up a bit.
I was delighted to find when I returned to my seat that she did in fact like wine, and said that she was very thirsty. She slammed the first glass down before I had even got back settled in my seat.
The next quarter started as her wine disappeared again. The game was very close. The announcer did an excellent job keeping people into the game. Music played at every quiet interval, the play by play announcer had you on the edge of your seat. My heart raced every time I saw Shays number skate quickly by. I was watching his every move. He was fantastic. Right in front of where we were sitting he stole the puck from the opponent and sent an awesome slapshot right at the goal. It all happened so fast, no one had time to defend the goal as the puck sailed into the net. As his team mates congratulated him , he turned to look at me. Yes I was watching. He raised his hand to me as if to say “ALL RIGHT”.
I copied a “high 5″ in the air to him.
I sat back down. Jane leaned over to me and said “he is fascinated with you , you know”.
I said ” I am sure he has a whole stand full of ladies ooohing and ahhhing over him”
The wine definitely had loosened her up. We made another trip out to use the ladies room and for refills.
With just minutes to go and 3 glasses of wine, Jane had become quite a lot of fun. She was clapping, hooting, hollering. My plain Jane had loosened up and was even talking about the physiques of some of the players. She was enthralled with the goalie. Before the start of each period when he would scuff the ice in front of the goal, and limber up. I have to admit, my heart did a flip watching this 200 pound plus man, doing the splits, and on all 4’s.
I couldn’t resist reminding her she was going to meet him after the game at the party. As I did, her face became a crimson red.
“Relax” I said to her. “He won’t bite, well maybe not hard enough to leave marks anyway.”
Janes face once again turned a bright red. “I have never even spoke to a man like that” she confessed.
“Well girlfriend, tonight, you have the luck of the Irish with you, because you are going to get to talk to a WHOLE team of men, JUST like your goalie hunk. Who knows, maybe we will even get to steal a kiss or two.” I replied to her.
I saw a smile spread across her thin lips.
The game continued on with an exciting finish. Our team won easily 4-2.
The celebration had already begun with the men skating over and shaking hands with the other team and slapping each other on the backs. It was so exciting to be right there on the ice being a part of the festivities.
I noticed Jane looking for her goalie hunk in the malay of pumped up men. Her eyes lit up at the sight of him and a flush spread quickly across her fair complexion.
I followed her suit and scanned the ice for my hockey hunk, Shay. About the time I located him, he had skated in front of me stopping with a quick edge on his blades.
For the first time in a long time I was at a loss for words. As he took his helmet off, and reveled his dark, wet hair, he couldn’t have looked any more “manly.”
“Good game, I really enjoyed it” was the best I could come up with.
He smiled that rugged, white dazzling smile again, exposing a to die for set of dimples on the sides of his mouth. “We aim to please ma’m” was his response.
He might as well of said “Let me make love to you right now” judging from the way his eyes caressed me and his words made my body feel.
Just then the promotions manager from the radio station approached us. “You’ll get your turn to talk to these fella’s later, ladies. We need you to come with us for some pictures and to take you to the party.”
I shrugged and caught his eyes as they whisked us away. I saw Jane still staring at her goalie.
We were lead to an annex area that was set up with all kinds of Irish food and an open bar. Shamrocks adorned the tables full of food. I truly felt at that point like I had picked up a four leaf clover that day myself.
I reached out and grabbed Jane and pulled her close as we mingled in and out of the forming huge crowd.
I recognized media personal from TV as well as local dignitaries and sponsors.
Jane and I had just managed to get a drink when the crowd erupted. The music stopped for a moment and the MC pumped the crowd. “Ladies and gentleman, YOUR WINNING TEAM”. In poured the players, now in their street clothes. Other then most of them having freshly washed and wet hair, it was almost impossible to distinguish the players from the guests.
As the crowd grew, Jane snuggled even closer to me. So close I could smell her delicate flowery scent.
She was searching the crowd, as I was, trying to get a glimpse of our players.
I saw her goalie first. Standing well over 6ft, he was easy to spot. I saw him at the bar. He had downed one beer immediately, and was drinking a second with a third in his hand as he walked away. I was trying to keep track of where he was headed when I saw him reach out and hand a beer to someone. It was Shay.
“Oh my GOD,girlfriend, follow me” I told Jane as I grabbed her hand and started pulling her along, heading in the area I had just seen the goalie and Shay.
On the way I spotted one of the radio promotions people. “There you are ladies, we need to get a few pictures of you mingling with the players” she quipped.
And I had JUST the players in mind as I pointed to our targets.
She ushered us right along. “Gentleman” she called to them. “Would you please pose for a few pictures for our Green Ice promotion”.
I saw that almost “eyeroll” look on their faces, till they realized who they were going to get their pictures taken with.
No one seemed to mind as the photographer asked us to move a little “closer” to each other. Or to “squeeze in”. We made quite a little four some actually.
I could tell by the look on Janes face that she was in total awe. She looked at her big goalie with the most adoring eyes. The surprising thing was the softness he had taken on when returning her gaze.
The last time Shay put his arm around me for a picture, he whispered in my ear “I was so afraid I would never see you again”.
I still have that picture hanging in my den, that they took right after he said that. I was beaming ear to ear, he was smiling so sly and sexy, and Jane and her Goalie were cuddled up like old high school sweethearts.
It was at that moment our “lucky” evening took a turn even luckier.
The four of us stood together making small talk, laughing. We had worked our way back to the bar for more cocktails. The music was playing a bit loud, making too much conversation a bit hard, but it was one of those moments, when words really weren’t needed.
All too soon, the lights got brighter, and the music stopped. “We’d like to thank all of you for coming out this evening. This ends our post game reception” the announcer informed the now thinning crowd.
I could tell by the look on everyone elses faces, that they were as disappointed as I was.
The goalie spoke up ” You know, I know a place where we could continue this ST. Patricks Day celebration that is not too far from here”.
We all agreed and immediately made our way out to the parking lot. I was worried about Jane going along with this twist in plans, so I suggested she ride with me.
As we followed the men, she bubbled with excitement and nervousness. She confessed that her sexual experiences were very limited. I sort of thought that from the first minute I laid eyes on her. I assured her that she would be fine. The wine that she had consumed through the evening certainly helped take the edge off. I could tell that she was very turned on, and a little infatuated with her goalie.
Its wasn’t a few miles away that we turned into a very upscale condominium complex. They drove us through security gates and to a private culdesac. The goalie seemed to do well for himself.
Jane was having cold feet as I had to pry her from the car. As I was helping her out of the car, the goalie came to my rescue and offered his elbow to her. For being such a big rough and tough guy, he had the sweetest romantic side. I had no doubt, Jane was in good hands. Shay had that “bad boy” look in his eye, and gleam in his smile. He radiated sexuality, and I couldn’t wait to get a taste of it.
We entered the condo and settled around a bar area. Drinks were served. When I looked over and saw the Goalie plant the most romantic long deep kiss on Janes lips I had ever seen; MY heart fluttered, I can’t imagine what that tonsilectomy did to my innocent new friend.
Shay took this as his cue, and came and led me out onto a secluded deck area with a hot tub. It was a warm evening for March as I finaly got to taste his lips. The kiss was incredible. There was nothing shy or tentative about it. He kissed me with raw passion and hunger. His tongue found mine instantly. I followed his lead kissing him back with pent up passion from a whole night of lusting him. Our bodies pressed harder and harder together. I felt his harness pressing against me. I loved the way it felt. I pressed myself even harder against him. “Last one in is a rotten egg” he teased, as he pulled off his shirt.
Not to be out done, I pulled off my jersey and stepped out of my pants. As I pulled my sports bra over my head I heard his breath catch. “Oh my GOD, do those things have their own zipcode?” he asked me captivated with my full breasts.
He came to me and cupped both my breasts in his hands and began kneading them, pushing them together. “Oh baby, I;d love to titty fuck that nice pair” he moaned.
He was now totally naked and I was in awe of his rock hard body. From skating, his thighs, legs and ass were rock hard and rippled with muscles.
I eased him toward the hot tub so he could rest on the edge. I bent over him, letting my breats fall forward. Pushing them together with my arms, I slid his very erect cock between my cleavage. It was such an incredible sight, in the moonlight seeing his hard cock head sliding up and down between my big mounds. I could tell by the precum forming on the tip of his head, that he was enjoying the show as well.
As his head of his cock came forward toward my mouth as it was sliding up and down in my cleavage, I teased the very tip of his head with my wet tongue. His precum, my saliva, and the cool air, was creating quite a sensation for Shay. I saw him throw his head back, increase the momentum, and his hands grabbed my breasts and thrust them even tighter together.
“You like fucking my tits don’t you babe” I rhetorically asked him.
“Pinch my nipples now” I commanded him.
I could tell he liked me talking nasty to him. Every time I said something, I could see the look in his eyes and his thrusts increased.
I could tell he was very close to cumming. I wasn’t sure if he could recoop enough after an orgasm to return me the favor or not, but it was so so sexy watching that cock now dripping with precum, sliding between my cleavage.
“Cumm on my tits babe, let me see you spurt your cumm all over me” i encouraged him.
Thats all it took, he erupted with a loud moan as his cumm spurt all over my breasts and chin. I stuck my tongue out to catch the next round of drops flying from his head. His salty cumm hit the end of my tongue as I greedily licked it up.
He smiled at me, and bent down to kiss me again. In the middle of a long playful kiss, he leaned over and pulled me close, cascading us backwards into the deep hot tub.
I loved his playfulness as well as his sexuality.
We soaked a bit, talked, exchanged views on world peace, laughed. It felt very natural, very comfortable.
I was warm so had pulled myself up onto the edge, my feet dangling in the water. He came before me, still standing in the hot tub. He spread my legs, pushed me back a bit more. Looking in my eyes, he took his fingers and began exploring my wet and slippery pussy. Even the warm water had not washed away my wetness. His fingers slid in and out of my fuck hole, as well as slid across my clit, now getting harder and more sensitive by the minute. I began to rock my hips with his motions, rocking against his fingers sliding in and out of me.
He spread my pussy lips wide, and began lapping my pussy with his tongue. The contrast of his warm mouth and the cool air was sending shivers up and down my entire body. It was not long before I felt the beginnings of an incredible orgasm building. I could feel his tongue probing my hot hole, and then flicking my clit. He would get my clit in between his lips and suck it into his mouth, creating the most intense feeling; almost painful it was so exquisite. I threw my head back to arch my body closer to his mouth. That is when I saw Jane and her Goalie through the sliding glass doors.
The Goalie had Jane layed back and legs spread on the kitchen counter. She was completely naked, showing the fairest creamy skin I had ever seen. Her bush was a light brown, like her hair. He was squeezing her nipples in each hand, as his face was buried between her legs. He was literally sliding her back and forth on the counter as he was eating her and tongue fucking her pussy.
It was an incredible sensation to watch Jane getting the same thing I was. It intensified immediately my orgasm building. In no time at all, I was cumming in waves all over Shays face. I knew it was turning him on. I could feel him moan and the vibrations sent waves to my pussy.

Thanking the Babysitter

admin — Sat, 17 May 2008 01:02:29 +0000

Sandy lay stretched out on the sun lounger in her garden, making the most of the non-British summer they were having, her tan was deepening by the day. Stretching her arm out to reach her glass of juice, she missed by a fraction of an inch and knocked it over, “Shit!” she groaned and sat up to reach it.
“That was clumsy!” came a disembodied voice from the street.
She turned to the sound of the voice, and smiled at what she saw. The most gorgeous,tall, lean, half caste Jamaican she had ever seen was stood at the other side of her fence grinning down at her.
“Been admiring the view for a while, “he said “thought I’d come and introduce myself”!
Sandy smiled up at him, bent to retrieve her glass and then slowly straightened seductively.
“Sandy, pleased to meet you!” she purred.
“Dave” he replied smoothly, and walked away.
Sandy hadn’t seen this sex on legs before, and wanted to know where he lived, why was he here, how could she get to know him better? One of the questions was answered as he strolled away and into the home of her neighbour and friend Ellie. As she rinsed the glass in the kitchen, her phone rang, piercing the hot thoughts she was having of Dave. She went to answer it,
“Hello?!” at the other end a familiar voice asked,
“You coming out tonight?”
It was her long time friend Kathy.
“If I can find a sitter I am!” giggled Sandy, and she knew just who she was going to ask.
She donned a skimpy sheer top and kept her shorts on to show off her long tanned legs, locked the door to the house and ambled nonchalantly round to Ellie’s.
“Hello?! she shouted as she walked straight through to the living room. Ellie was sat there with, surprise, surprise, Dave.
“Oh sorry Ellie, didn’t know you had company” (lie!) she smiled.
Dave just looked her up and down, coming to rest at her ample chest, looking as if he liked what he saw.
“Whats up?! asked Ellie “This is my brother-in-law Dave” as an afterthought.
“Oh hi!” Sandy grinned, acting as if they’d not met before, “Just wondered if Dan or Stu would babysit for me tonight?!”
Knowing full well that they were away with their Dad for the weekend. Ellie laughed at her friend.
“You know they’ve gone away, you and your memory!” she groaned, “So sorry!”
Dave spoke up ” I could if you like? I know you don’t know me, but Ellie could vouch for me” That was just what she wanted, and with a nod of her head, she agreed, maybe a little too eagerly, but what the heck?!
The night out went well, the girls drank a little too much, but not too much for Sandy to not know what she was doing. At the end of the evening they caught a taxi home and Kathy giggled as she dropped her off at the door, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” as the taxi door slammed and drove off.
Sandy smiled to herself, she knew what she intended and that was to pay her babysitter in kind. The door opened and Dave stood there,
“Have a good night?” he inquired. Sandy just grinned at him, looking him straight in the eye, and waltzed past him to the living room , kicking off her heels as she did so.
She heard the lock turn and a shiver went up her spine, a familiar tingling started in her nether regions. Dave walked into the living room and looked down at her with those chocolate brown eyes, Sandy was mesmerised by them. Dave threw himself down by the side of her and nudged her, she did the same back until they were a tangle of arms and legs and his hot mouth devoured her eager lips. She groaned, it was months since she had made love, this was going to be raw sex! She slid her hot arm up the back of his shirt, his skin was smooth as silk and she liked it. He was nibbling at her neck, teasing the sensitive spot from her collarbone to her ear, shivers of desire were running through her as his hand began to undo the buttons on the front of her dress. She could feel the hardness of him, pressing through his jeans at the top of her thigh and she reached to touch him, he moved to accommodate her hand and whispered “Not yet”
Her clothes were quickly shed, yet his stayed on his taut body, she pulled quickly at his top and it slid easily over his head. She marvelled at his taut stomach and manly chest, the difference between their skin tones obvious now and it made her juices flow. Dave stared intently at her breasts as they spilled out of the basque she had donned especially for this moment, his hand paused then he slowly traced the outline of her nipple, she arched her back toward him and reached for his belt buckle. His hand held hers as she did it and as if his pants had a life of their own they were undone, now it was her turn to stare, never had she seen such a huge member, and it showed in her face. Dave went to work, he teased and nipped her till she squirmed with delight, all the time his cock grazed her body, brushing its length, teasing her, till she could stand it no longer,
“Fuck me Dave, please fuck me!” she panted.
Dave smiled down at her from his towering position, “No, not yet!”
His hands moved slowly down her body, making patterns on her skin, she moved in rhythm with them, urging him toward her intimate place. He kissed and licked slowly down her waist, pinching her nipple between his fingers as he did so. A low guttural moan emerged from her throat as his tongue found her clit and circled it gently, he inserted 1 finger into her hole and plunged it in, then 2, then 3,she was so turned on, begging him as she bit into his neck, “Oh God, Dave, give it to me NOW! she groaned.
Then he positioned himself, slowly she felt the tip of his cock nudge against her opening, inch by inch he shoved it in, it went in and out, in and out, she could feel every inch grinding into her. “Oh God, that feels SO good” she moaned.
He licked her nipples, he pushed harder, deeper, slowly, quickly, side to side, she had never known it so good. The explosion from deep inside her was mind blowing, she didn’t want it to stop, on and on it went, till she lay still beneath him and and only then did he come, with a loud “Yes!”. They lay intertwined, too tired to move and go to her bed. Sandy traced lazy figure eights on his back and said “Thanks Dave, same again next weekend?!

Valentine’s Day

admin — Fri, 16 May 2008 21:03:35 +0000

“I’m going to marry you, Raechel.” The small blond boy whispered into her ear. “Someday when I am a big man and you are a big lady I am going to find you and marry you because you are the most beautiful girl in the world!”
Raechel sat up and rubbed the back of her hand across her eyes and smiled to herself dreamily. She had had that dream again, and every time she had that dream, something great happened to her. The last time she had gotten the job at the publishing house, and the time before that she had won twenty dollars from a scratch-off lottery ticket. Twenty dollars may not have been a lot, but it was when you were a poor college student that was a lot of money…or at least enough to buy a beer or two with. Raechel smoothed her hair down and looked around. She hopped out of bed and ran down the hall and showered quickly then she combed her hair and grabbed a suit out of her closet. She had a very important meeting with a writer who she just knew was destined to be great. She took one last look in the mirror and made sure that her makeup was on just right. Raechel smiled at herself and noted that she looked really very pretty today. She never wore foundation because it clogged her pores, but that was just fine because she had smooth skin the color of apple cider that was flawless and seemed to glow from the inside. Her dark eyes were almond-shaped and were almost Asian looking. Her nose was what her grandmother described as being cute as a button and her mouth was the most sensual part of her body. Secretly, she thought that her mouth was the best of all of her facial features, and that fact was not lost on others since it was always commented on. Her full lips were beautifully shaped and kissable. They were a deep brown that required only that she put lip gloss on them and she looked as if she had on a brown lipstick. Raechel flipped her natural hair over her shoulder and laughed to herself. Something was going to happen today and it was sure to be wonderful.
* * *
She arrived at the office just two minutes before she was supposed to be at her desk and she walked in humming a wordless tune. She smiled at Jerry, her cubicle neighbor and set the coffee cup that was in her hand on the desk.
“You’re in a good mood,” He grumbled.
“It’s just going to be one of those days, I think. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and I just have a feeling that something is going to turn out to be fabulously wonderfully unexpectedly nice today.”
“I need some of what you’re on,” Jerry grinned at her. She was attractive, this officemate; her ass was amazing and she had curves you could drive a car on! Jerry chuckled to himself and thought for the thousandth time that if he were 30 years younger he would ask her out himself. But then he also knew that she didn’t date co-workers because he had heard a few of the younger guys who had actually tried asking her out say so. It was a shame, really, she was such a nice girl. She really should have someone special in her life. A woman like this certainly didn’t come along very often. He had been alive long enough to know that.
“I’m not on anything; just having a great morning is all.” She glanced at the clock and took a quick sip from her cup. “Oops, I have to get out of here if I want to make it to that meeting on time.” She grabbed her day planner and the manuscript that she had been reading—truthfully she had read it through three times already because she was half in love with the main character—and dashed out the door. She couldn’t wait to finally meet Myles Foster. She wanted to meet the man who was able to bring such a moving piece of literature to life.
She walked into the coffeeshop that was just a few blocks from Herland and Heart, the firm where she worked, and looked around for someone who might look arty and author-like. The trouble was everyone looked like that so she went to the counter, ordered a cheese Danish and sat at a window that was right by the window and in a perfect sunny spot. She stretched a little and closed her eyes with her face turned toward the sun. The golden rays warmed her face and she smiled happily.
“Excuse me, are you Raechel Bexley?” A deep and musical voice said to her.
“Um?” she turned her head slowly and opened her eyes then her mouth dropped open. She would know him anywhere! He was the one from the dream only he was twenty-five years older and definitely a man now. “It’s—It’s you!” she said slowly.
“Pardon me?” The tall blond man was greatly confused.
“I’m sorry—god, I just made an ass of myself! Yes, I am Raechel. You must be Myles Foster.” She put out her hand and shook his firmly. “Please, have a seat,” she motioned to the seat across from her with the other hand.
She stared at him for a second and let his hand go; he took the seat and smiled. “I was wondering how I would figure out who you were.”
“How did you figure that out?” She asked curiously. She liked his smile and there was something about those blue-green eyes that gave her goose bumps and made her nipples hard. He was really hot!
“I went around asking every woman in here if she was you until I found you.”
“Ah, very efficient,” She laughed. She pushed her wildly curly hair out of her face and brought the manuscript out of her leather bag.
“Do you want a coffee or something before we get started?” He was eyeing her uneaten Danish with interest.
“No, but if you would like something, I would love to treat you, actually, Herland and Heart are treating,” she gave him a naughty wink and he grinned. “What would you like?”
Myles watched her get up from the table and her nearly fell off his seat when he watched her glide up to the counter and grab his black coffee and muffin. He couldn’t help thinking that he had seen her before, but just where he couldn’t put his finger on it yet, but it would come to him later, it always did. She placed his food in front of him and then sat in her seat and gazed at him.
“So, Mr. Foster, I really think that you have a great future as a writer with our team.”
“Do you really think it’s good?” He wondered. “I don’t want to sound like a cocky writer but I have other stories that are way better. This story just happens to be one that I could end.” He laughed and his eyes twinkled merrily.
“If this isn’t your good work, I would love to see your others. This story was phenomenal and poignant and beautiful. I could really identify with Sharon and her heartbreak when Peter died. How in the world do you understand women so well, Myles Foster, especially a black woman character?”
Myles blinked at her and looked thoughtful. He had never thought of this. Sharon had just seemed so real to him when he was writing the story that her emotions seemed to just write themselves. “To tell you the truth, I never really thought about it. She just was the way she was.”
The puzzled look on her face mad him chuckle. “If a character seems real, they just kind of write themselves, you know?” Her genuine smile made him catch his breath.
“Do your characters seem to live and breathe to you too?” she sighed.
“Too?” he asked as his eyebrows shot up. He saw her face flush and she looked down at her shoes.
“Yeah,” she said clearing her throat. “I would like to be an author too.”
“Really?” he stroked his cheek pensively. “I would like to see your work sometime.”
“Oh no, we aren’t here to talk about me and my work, we are here to talk about you.”
“I think this is the first time a woman has ever said that to me,” he laughed.
“We should get to work,” Raechel smiled.
“Only if you promise to have dinner with me,” Myles said as he leaned over the small table.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t,” Raechel stammered. “It wouldn’t be right.”
“I suppose you have a fantastically handsome man waiting at home for you?”
“Only my cats, Batman and Robin,” She laughed. Why in the world was she telling him this?
“There is no Mr. Bexley waiting at home for you?” His fingers tingled from wanting to touch her. She was unbelievably beautiful. He wondered ridiculously if her hair was as soft to touch as it looked. And then he wondered if she was a good kisser. Her mouth was sensuous and when she bit her bottom lip like that it made him want to scoop her into his arms and kiss her passionately.
“Mr. Foster, I don’t really think that is an appropriate question.”
“No, but I really want to know,” He said wickedly.
She looked at him for a few seconds and then shook her head. “Now can we get back to work?”
“Will you go out with me?” His eyes held hers.
“I have this little rule about dating coworkers,” she started.
“Done! I’ll take my book somewhere else.”
“No!” she shrieked. “I mean, that won’t be necessary. Herland and Heart would hate to lose you, we think you are a fantastic writer and we want to get your name out there. We want to publish you.”
“Come out with me, just one evening, and we can talk then.” Myles insisted. “I would hate to lose you.”
Raechel’s heart pounded a mile a minute. “I don’t know, Mr. Foster, I could get fired for this.”
“I won’t tell if you won’t.”
“What the hell?” she said suddenly with a shrug. “You set everything up and tell me where to meet you and I’ll be there.” She stood up and brushed a few crumbs from her skirt. She reached into her bag and handed him a rather dog eared business card then put the bag on her shoulder. “Sorry, it’s my last one,” she said with a little smile. “I had to unload it on someone!”
He turned and watched her walk out of the shop with a tinkling laugh and he sat there until her spicy perfume finally faded away.
* * *
“Raechel Bexley,” She answered the phone at her desk a little breathily, she had just walked through the door and heard the phone ring.
“Do you believe in love at first sight?” the caller asked. It had to be Myles Foster.
“Excuse me?” she asked as she dropped her things on the desk. She sat down in her chair and turned away from Jerry and his inquisitive eyes.
“Do you believe in love at first sight?” the caller asked impatiently. “Because I have met the most wonderful woman in the world and after a lot of cajoling she has finally agreed to go out with me.”
“Oh, it’s you, Myles,” she said loudly enough that Jerry could here, she saw his shadow move back to his own desk and knew that he wasn’t listening anymore. If he thought this was a personal call he would have held on to every word.
“Prying ears, eh?” Myles laughed.
“Something like that.”
“Look, if you’re not busy tonight, I would like to take you to a fantastic place that not too many people know about.”
“I suppose this is the part when you invite me over to your house for dinner?” she murmured.
“How did you know?” he groaned.
“It was in your book,” she said while she moved her papers around and searched for a pen. She had every intention of going to his place for dinner; she had to find out if he was the boy she had met so many years ago.
“Well, then I guess you know what comes next.”
“I ask you what time and where should I meet you, right?”
“Yeah, something like that.”
She jotted down his address and phone number just in case she got lost, but she was pretty certain that she could find it with no problem. She had lived here all life after all. “Tonight at seven o’clock? I’ll see you then. Should I bring anything?”
“Just yourself.” Myles answered. He was giddy thinking about her.
“See you later. Hey, Myles, what does one wear to Chez Vous?”
“Something a little dressy that one wouldn’t mind getting paint on.” He said quickly and then he hung up. Raechel stared at the phone in her hand and finally placed it on the cradle when the dial tone grew too loud. She was certain he was the guy, and she felt as if she would float right out of her chair. Love at first sight? This was more like second sight, but she didn’t care, she somehow just knew that Myles was the one. They would get married just like he had said when they were five years old. What a lucky day it had turned out to be after all.
To be continued…