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I awoke feeing like a new woman, deeply satisfied from the previous night of fucking and discovering the sheer carnal joy of Mike’s big cock and the sweet warm gooey reward it produced. Suite 111 was filling with light and the bed beside me where Mike had slept was tousled and empty but I heard the sound of the shower running. I stretched like a cat on the big luxurious bed, then rolled off the side and walked into the steam filled bathroom.

I thought I might just slip into the shower but Mike heard me enter the room and called out.

“Molly? Hey.. is that you?” His wet head popped out of the shower door. “Hey! Morning! He smiled, taking a quick look up and down my naked body. “Man.. you look amazing!” He bit his lip a bit.. “Listen, I ordered us some room service.. would you mind letting them in? Should be here any moment…”

“Sure.. I suppose.. Sure you don’t want me to jump in there with you…?” I pouted seductively.

“Oh, I do., I do! But I am starving after last night and they’ll be here any second. And then we have a couple more hours together still.” He grinned.

“Mmmmm.. well I like that!” I spun on my toes and grabbed a hotel robe off the hanger and walked out as I wrapped it tightly around me.

Sure enough, room service arrived shortly and the waiter arranged the food on the suites living room, on a side table by the windows… a pot of coffee, a pastry basket, a bowl of oatmeal, eggs benedict and a fruit plate with artfully arranged slices of a variety of melon, pineapple, some strawberries. I had to admit I was starving as well and it looked good as I plucked a berry off the plate.

Mike emerged from the bedroom wearing a matching hotel robe. He signed the check and ushered the bellman out as I sat down and poured two cups of coffee.

“This looks lovely.” I said as he picked up the coffee I had poured and took a croissant from the basket. He was standing at the table in front of me. From my seated position my face was exactly at his waist height and I could see the outline of his meaty cock hanging inside the loose robe. My pussy was a little sore but it still pulsed remembering the amazing sensation of his huge cock stretching it the night before. My mouth began to water as well as I remembered how the feeling of his hot cum exploding into my mouth, the warm sweetness of it filling me, had driven me to have one of the most intense orgasms of my life.

I slid my hand in to his robe finding his soft, warm clean cock hanging heavily inside as my other hand tugged loose the belt with one quick tug.

“Hmm.. you don’t give a guy a break do you?” Mike sighed with a big bite of croissant filling his mouth.

“Unh-uh.” I shook my head smiling at him as my fingers wrapped around his delicious softness. I leaned close into him, letting him feel my hot breath on him. I wanted to let him eat something but I was also overcome with my own hunger for him as his cock was just inches from my face. I knew what I wanted for breakfast and I brought my lips to his cockhead and kissed it lightly.

“Mmmm.. all right.. all right,” Mike said pushing my head back a little bit. “If we’re going to do this now we’re going to do it right.” He said as he slipped his robe off his shoulders and stood naked in front of me. “Now, yours, take it off.”

I stood up and let the robe fall to the floor and stepped to him, wrapping my arms around his neck as his went around my waist. The feeling of our warm bodies pressing together was electric and our lips met in a passionate kiss. I began to gently roll my hips against the soft bulge of his cock and I felt it begin to stiffen as the heat of our embrace escalated. Suddenly, Mike pulled back, breaking our embrace and squeezing my chin firmly but gently in his strong right hand.

“Mmm you feel good baby.. but if you want me, if you want my cum this morning, you’re going to have to follow my directions.” He released my face with a slight push, “Get down on your knees.” Eagerly I fell to my knees. “Tell me you want it… “

“Oh yes, please… I want it baby!” I begged as he stood in front of me looking down at my yearning face. His hand began slowly stroking his beautiful cock.

“What do you want? Tell me what you want.”

“I want you… I want to suck your cock again.”

“Why do you want to suck it?”

“I… I… I want to feel you in my mouth.. I want to taste you and make you feel good.” I stammered, unsure of what he wanted me to say. “Oh please baby, I’ve never wanted to suck a cock the way I want yours.” I whimpered.

He maintained his concentration slowly working his almost fully erect cock with his fist. Clearly he was enjoying hearing me tell him how much I wanted him and I was a bit eve gelen escort shocked to hear myself talking like I was but I didn’t care, my lust for him overwhelmed my inhibitions. He knew I needed his fat cock and cum and he wasn’t shy about making me beg for it.

“But why do you really want to suck it?” he asked quietly, staring into my eyes intently, his brazenness and intense focus on me was turning me on and my pussy began to moisten.

God, how I wanted to feel his warm hardness pulsing in my mouth again! “I want to make you cum… I need to feel your hard cock shooting in my mouth.” I licked my lips slowly at the thought.

“Mmmm.. that’s nice baby.. that’s nice…” He murmured dreamily as he brought the tip of his cock closer to my lips “Lick it a little for me. Just your tongue, I want to watch you.”

Slowly, delicately I brought my tongue to his now straining cockhead and let it slide over the head, then all around it in a wet circle. My tongue and pussy felt electric at the warm sensuous taste of his skin and the hint of precum already oozing from the tip.

“That’s it baby, love that cock, worship it with your mouth.” He sighed as I licked and nibbled sensuously all over his cock, letting him feel my lips, tongue and hot breath play on his sensitive skin. “Yes, yesss.. that’s it. I’m just going to watch you… I’m going to let you suck my cock and just watch you love it.”

Knowing he was watching me so intently as I knelt before him worshipping his cock in the soft morning light turned me on in a whole new way. I wanted to put on a show for him as I tried to give him the sexiest, best blowjob I possibly could.

There are a few reasons a woman can suck a man’s cock. One is foreplay, just to get him hard. Another is to do him a favor, sucking him off because he did something nice for you, or it’s a special occasion. Or when your young and don’t know better, you kind of explore everything so suck your boyfriends penis for a bit. Even if you liked, loved it even, in those early years it was still just young exploration.

This though was a new way, to me at least. For the first time in my life I truly wanted to suck cock for the sheer joy of it. To feel it’s strong, hard, masculine warmth in my mouth, working it lovingly with the sole intention of making it release all its magnificent tension into me, pumping all its precious creamy reward into my happy yearning mouth.

The very thought of his allowing me to suck him again now made me breathless as I brought my hands to his cock, my left wrapping around the base and my right cupping his heavy balls. Mike released his grip on himself and I lifted his heavy cock up and ran my wet tongue in a slow, wet luxurious lick from base to head, lingering there to lick the underside of his glans then pressed my face against the shaft, rubbing the smooth, soft warmth wetness of it all over my blissful face.

Slowly, I repeated the long lick from base to tip several times, each time my mouth getting wetter as saliva gushed in eager anticipation what was to come.

Finally when neither Mike nor I could take the tension anymore, I licked all the way up on last time and slipped my wet lips over the head, letting just the tip push its way in, then a little more until my lips stretched one final impossible little bit and popped over the thick ridge of his cockhead.

Mike and I groaned together in deep satisfaction. Fuck it felt amazing! My lips had had to stretch so much it felt like trying to stuff a whole plum into my mouth but the reward of the warm, silky smooth cock head gently pulsing in my mouth was worth the effort. I left it there in my mouth just feeling it nestled snuggly there, tasting the warm maleness of it mixed with a hint of slippery precum. I twisted my head a little from side to side slowly, letting Mike feel the soft friction of my lips.

Slowly I pushed my way down his shaft swallowing as much as I could until his head pressed up against the back of my throat and I slid back up to the tip. My hand came up to meet my lips and slide on his shaft in the slick saliva my mouth had left coating his cock. I breathed deep and slid back down his shaft, straining my lips to get a another inch in.

“Yes, Molly take that cock for me. Take it… you feel so good, so good.”

I began to suck him in earnest now, my hand stroking and twisting up and down the shaft as I swallowed the swollen apple head, my lips stretching over the ridge and down until it plowed into my throat. God I wished I could fit more in my mouth but it was impossible. I had certainly heard of deep throating but I could not even begin to imagine that with this huge cock, gaziosmanpaşa escort that was something I might have to work on I thought excitedly as I began to suck faster and harder.

“God I love watching you suck my cock Molly. I can’t believe it… You’re so sexy.. so sexy.” He pulled back suddenly, pulling his cock from my mouth, strands of saliva clinging to my lips.

“Here, come with me.” He commanded, offering me his hand as he led me naked into the bedroom but instead of throwing me across the bed this time he led me into the large adjoining dressing room, stopping in front of the huge full length mirror that covered one wall.

“Here,” He gave me a gentle nudge down and tilted his hips forward slightly offering his wet cock to me again. “I want to watch you, really watch you…”

I dropped to my knees in front of him and happily took him back into my mouth. My wet spit on his dick had cooled making it feel cold as it slid back into the warm depths. Mike’s gaze fixed on me in the mirror as I worked down his shaft and out of the corner of my eye I could see myself straining to stuff his big cock into my hungry, wet mouth. I had to admit it looked incredibly sexy. I had never seen myself suck cock before but the reflection of me naked, on my knees with my lips stretched tightly around Mikes enormous rod looked incredible.

Being able to watch myself made me really focus and get to work on his cock using every trick I knew, reveling in putting on a show. Sucking him as deep as I could then resting, licking and teasing his head as I stoked it, sometimes sucking just the head, then releasing it, breathing heavily on it as I stroked it, then sucked him all the way down till his head probed at my throat again.

“Yes.. look at all that cock in your mouth. Do you like how it looks? Do you like how you look sucking me?” Mike was clearly getting off on being able to see me like this and my watching myself. I had to admit I did look really fucking sexy kneeling naked there before him worshipping his majestic cock.

“Yes baby, I love it! I love seeing your big cock filling my mouth… I love having you watch me.. I want to make you cum.. I want to watch you cum in my mouth for me!” I plunged my mouth down over his cock again. My pussy was on fire and I couldn’t ignore it anymore as my right hand left his balls and slipped down to my soft wet cunt, rubbing and teasing my swollen clit.

“Yes, that’s it, play with that wet pussy… I want you to cum with my load filling your mouth.” His slight thrusting of his cock became more insistent, slamming his thick cock head against the back of my throat.

My mouth was watering so much I could see my wet drool running down my chin and onto the floor as the thick cocksucking saliva from my throat leaked out around his shaft. My hand slid up and down, stroking the at least six inches of his shaft that I couldn’t manage to stuff into my mouth even as my lips stretched and my throat strained to take even just a little more.

Mike pulled his cock from my throat and began to stroke it as I turned to look at myself in the mirror. My face was slick with saliva and my eyes were watering but I had never looked or felt sexier.

“You look amazing,” Mike said, noticing me checking my reflection. “I can’t wait to cum for you and watch it all…”

“Mmmmm… me neither baby!” I licked my lips slowly and smiled up into the mirror at him. “I want it so badly.” I pouted, my eyes imploring him.

Mike groaned a little in concentration as he stroked his cock slowly, holding back his orgasm.

“Where do you want it baby? Tell me where you want me to cum.”

“Oh! All in my mouth! Oh God I want to taste you again! Please!” I moaned and began to suck on my finger as I looked up into his face imploring him to give me my reward.

Mike thrust his cock forward again, shoving himself back into my mouth. I watched in the mirror as it slid into my mouth forcing my jaw open as my lips stretched into a perfect tight “O” around his thick shaft. I watched wide eyed as he pressed forward shoving his cock into me until it pressed against the very back of my throat. Mike held himself there, firmly holding my head as I struggled to breathe even as I loved being stuffed full of his cock. As it pulsed there against my throat I could tell he was close to cumming, his breathing growing ragged and tense as he strained to hold me down on his thick rod.

Sensing his orgasm building drove me wild in anticipation of receiving his load again and my fingers quickened their pace on my clit. Mike released my head now and I gasped for air before plunging back down, bobbing up and gölbaşı escort down hungrily, my hand stroking his length.

As I said before, there is something different about sucking cock when you are 100% intent on making your man cum. There’s no holding back when you’re sole focus is on getting your luscious, creamy reward and at that moment I wanted it more than anything as my hands, mouth lips and tongue all worked together with focused, lustful determination!

I didn’t recognize the woman I saw reflected in the mirror as she ravenously worked the big cock in her mouth. Drool covered her face and tits, her hair was damp with sweat and there was a wild, animal look in her eyes as she choked and gagged on the fat cock stretching her lips, but my God she looked hot!

“Ooohhh… I’m gonna cum!” Mike groaned, “Oh God yes baby… just like that, don’t stop!” as I bobbed up and down his shaft.

Mike grabbed the base of his cock and pulled it from my mouth stroking it rapidly as I strove to get the head back between my lips. “Open your fucking mouth, tip your head back!” Mike directed me urgently.

“Oh yes baby! Give it to me… shoot if for me!” I begged, looking up into his eyes longingly.

With a shuddering groan and one final stroke Mike’s cock erupted, a gorgeous thick white stream of cum exploding from the tip splashing hot and wet across my yearning tongue. A second, and then a third, hot stream blasted into my willing, begging, open mouth filling it with it’s warm, sweet saltiness before Mike turned his hips slightly and shot two more thick streams across the mirror in front of me.

Feeling the hot cream in my mouth and seeing my cum smeared reflection drove my pussy wild as I rode my rubbing fingers to my own orgasm. My body shook and quivered as I gasped for air while trying to hold my luscious reward in my mouth.

Finally the convulsions of my orgasm subsided and I was able to come back into the moment. Mike had collapsed weakly against the wall still clutching his cock in his fist as my eyes came back into focus and I took in the glorious scene reflected in the mirror before me.

My naked body was trembling. Drool and cum dripped down running between my breasts but the most amazing things was my face; I was a cum smeared mess! Thick strands clung to my lips and cheeks, mingling there with the wet sheen of my own cocksucking juices and my hair was tangled and sweaty, yet, through all of that there was a profound look of happy satisfaction on my face.

I moved closer to the mirror to admire myself. I opened my mouth marveling at all the cum accumulated there. I twirled my tongue in the warm, milky white pool, it’s soft pinkness cavorting in Mike’s sweet load. God, it looked amazing! To be able to see myself like this was the sexiest thing I could imagine. I looked and felt so utterly feminine that I didn’t ever want to stop admiring myself but finally, after one last, long, appraising look at the happy cum slut in the mirror, I opened my mouth wide, letting all the warm jizz pool around my tongue, then swallowed slowly feeling it slide down my throat and into my hungry belly.

Mike had snapped free from his own post orgiastic reverie and had been watching me as I admired my reflection and played lovingly with the sweet cum he had shared with me. As I sighed a satisfied post-swallow sigh, he pushed the back of my head gently but firmly towards the my reflection and the two streams of cum dripping slowly down the cool glass.

“Lick it up.. lick it all up.” He instructed me and without hesitation my tongue darted out and lapped at the slick glass. A couple of long streams dripped down the mirror and I dropped low, licking slowly all the way up as I watched myself carefully gathering every drop happily into my mouth.

“Yes Molly, lick it all up.” I thought to myself “Lick it all up like a a good girl. You deserve it. That’s right, get it all like the cum slut you are!” I had never before seen the look I now saw in my own eyes as I cleaned that mirror; a profound sense of deep satisfaction gleaming there as I licked the last few drops from the glass.

I turned my reflection up to Mike and opened my mouth to show him the last of his cum on my tongue then, staring him in the eye I swallowed again, focusing on the sublime feeling as the last of his sweet cum slid down my throat.

“Mmmmmmmm…” I sighed as I sat back on my heels and smiled up at Mike in thanks as he looked down at me with a look of loving amazement.

“Oh my God, Molly! That was unbelievable!” He started to laugh a little, “Oh my God.. Oh my…” laughing more now he hugged my head to his waist.. “We have GOT to get your son into school!”

By now I had almost completely forgotten our arrangement, that Mike would help get my son in to his University if I spent the night with him. My newfound lust had eclipsed the importance of that but I realized now even as our deal was complete that I needed Mike’s help not only for my son’s future but for my own now, as I looked forward to visiting Boston as often as possible in the years ahead!

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Knowing Dr Karen Blander would be joining him very soon, Dr Vic Garven had moved quickly into the viewing room, switched off the lights so that they could see clearly through the mirror, into the room where Peter and Sara would meet. He turned on the recording unit. It was essential that they were able to review events later in their own time. He had only just .completed that task when Karen came in, all flushed and alert..

“It’s finally here,” she said clutching at one of his hands.

“Excited?”

“Excited, hopeful, fearful, uncertain. God, Vic, two young people who have never encountered a member of the opposite sex. How amazing is that? There are so many things that might happen.” Karen looked down into the introduction room. A bed in the far corner, a table with two chairs, a small sofa, and a wardrobe were they only furnishings in the room, except for the large mirror, through which their observations would take place.

“This time will be better, I’m sure of it,” Karen said, looking at the worried look on Vic’s face. Dr Vic Garven, eminent sociologist and sexologist, was on the verge of seeing years of preparation come to fruition. “The other couple Sid and Vera were just not compatible.”

“And I think we expected too much, too quickly.”

“Where did they go?” Karen asked.

All he said in reply was, “They were well taken care of.”

He moved to the door, saying, “I’ll go and get Peter.” Karen was left with just a little chill of concern.

Exciting as the project was, there were elements that worried her, but she was so involved now, she had accepted all the dubious aspects. It was just these recent developments that suggested that Vic might be becoming too hardened in his intentions.

Thirteen years ago they had met at a human development seminar where Karen was one of the speakers. Having degrees in Biology, Social Development and Human Development, she was in a position to talk with some authority. She had been just twenty six and was lecturing at the local university. At the end Dr Garven had approached her, and commended her on her topic. Karen had been most flattered, having known about Dr Garven only by reputation.

They had sipped wine, and he had casually asked if she was happy lecturing. She admitted that she would have preferred some kind of research work. That had caused his eyebrows to rise, and he asked her if they could meet on the following evening for dinner when he would like to outline a proposition to her.

The following evening when the meal was cleared away, and they sat sipping their coffees, Dr Garven had smiled across the table at her, and said, “Time to tell you my secrets.”

Karen estimated that he was at least ten years her senior. He was a darkly handsome man, greying at the temples, with an intense look, which could be quickly dispensed with his ready smile.

“My father, Graham Garven was an entrepreneur, with fingers in so many pies. He himself told me, in later life, that he might have been called Midas, he was so successful. When he died, twenty years ago, he left a great deal of his wealth to me. Just as importantly, he left me the mansion he had built in the heart of the forest. He had many dwellings across the globe, most of them in well hidden locations. “

Serious, dark eyes looked at Karen , “But the mansion in the forest was an ideal site for what I wanted to do.”

“Which was?” Karen, asked, longing for him to get to the point.

He gave an enigmatic smile, “What I have called my Adam and Eve project.”

Karen could not avoid a little chuckle, “Adam and Eve?”

Dr Garven nodded, “I’m a sexologist, so naturally, I’ve always been interested in the development of sexual attitudes.”

“I’m not sure I understand.”

Dr Garven drew in a deep breath, “I intend to study what happens when a young man who does not know of the existence of women, meets a young woman, who has never encountered any member of the male sex.”

Karen knew the frown of doubt had not left her face, but she had to admit, “It sounds fascinating.”

“You are interested?” Dr Garven asked, before going on. “I must advise you that there are some aspects of my plan which could be called into question.”

Karen raised an eyebrow, “There are?”

“Our group are taken from a nearby home for abandoned children when they are just two years old. Not exactly a legal process. But the home cooperates when they become overloaded. Of course we have to ensure complete security. If the word ever got out about what we are doing —Phew.” And he threw his arms up in the air indicating an explosion.

Karen nodded, “I can see that difficulty. But from two years old? How do you get to your Adam and Eve situation?”

“From the time they arrive as toddlers, they are segregated. Boys in one sector, girls in another. Completely separated, and the mansion is ideally structured for this. They never encounter each other.”

“So you cannot see the fruits of your study until these infants esat escort mature?” Karen said, her voice, she feared, probably mirrored her disbelief.

“That’s the frustration of it. Starting from infancy is the only way to ensure there is no memory of either sex. And really, I have a highly supportive staff, but I’ve been in need of a close assistant for a while. When I heard you speak, I knew you would be ideal, both in these early stages, and in the future mature programme when the Adam and Eve project really takes off.”

“But that must be several years away.”

Dr Garven nodded sadly, “Patience is the key word. I’ve been in operation for nearly three years. My first group are now five years old. Progressing well, but still thirteen years from their eighteenth birthday”

“Eighteen? Isn’t there a theory that Adam and Eve may have been younger than that?”

“I know of that. But for my purposes, I needed to ensure a certain level of maturity.. Can I just add that you will be well satisfied with the remuneration?”

Finding the man himself attractive, and the notion of the project absorbing, Karen had agreed to become his second in command. Her first visit to the mansion, hidden deep in the forest, had impressed her. The large building was split into several compartments, half for boys, half for girls, with sections where standard education was carried out depending on the sex of the children.

Karen was delighted to find that all the children were kept well dressed, and well fed. They had lots of social and physical activities within the restrictions of the overall premise. She was particularly interested in the study of development in infancy, when there was only one sex. Part of that study observed how they reacted to various toys—guns, soldiers, dolls, cars—In other words, what does a girl choose to play with, without any social influences? Many girls she observed chose cars and railway engines.

There were ample grounds all around the mansion to give access for play. But again, high walls, kept one half of these facilities for boys and the other for girls. She was deeply impressed by the way the facilities were set to the needs of the process.

She soon became involved with the progress of the younger girls, because, the boys could not be allowed to see her. There were many mentors of both sexes, who were restricted to the children of there own sex. All the incoming children, by the time they were four or five years old, started on a very guarded education. All literature had to be chosen with much care, so that any suggestion of an opposite sex was played down. But so many books had to be ‘adjusted’ as Vic Garven called it, to eradicate female characters or male characters, or where possible, give them a sex change. For the younger ones it was easier to change.

Biology lessons needed to be organised so that there was no sex education. Even history was difficult and Kings and Queens were introduced as far as possible as Monarchs or Rulers rendering them as sexless entities. The important thing was that the children were kept happy and that pleased Karen.

What also pleased Karen, after just two years in her post, was the fact that she and Dr Garven, who by now was simply ‘Vic’, had a mutual desire for each other. They had occasionally finished the evening by sharing a glass of wine in his upstairs private apartment. On one particular evening, as their glasses emptied, Vic had placed a hand on her knee. Their kiss was almost automatic, their tongues finding instant compatibility. But beyond that, Karen discovered that she was in the hands of a man who knew his way around a woman’s body with consummate skill.

When she was completely naked, with not a word passing between them, his mouth and hands adored her breasts. That, alone, had her moistening. Then his fingers and lips began a complete enthralling tour of her body, briefly, maddeningly, lingering on her clitoris before moving on. The inside of her thighs received much attention, before his tongue ran along her labia, and the whole process moved up to her breasts again. From there, up to her mouth once more, and she could taste herself on his lips, as she tongued back eagerly. His technique was totally tantalising.

When she, in near ecstatic frenzy reached for his solid penis, he quickly slipped out of his pants, and her eager hands grasped his large hard erection. She had experienced two main affairs in her life, one good, one, a disaster, but she could not recall handling anything of this size. Karen knew she had to have it inside her, and soon. Her whole body was atremble, and she wondered whether it was always like this in the hands of a sexologist.

He knelt on the floor at the side of the sofa as his lips returned to her labia, and now concentration was really on her clitoris. First his tongue circled and probed at it, and then his lips were sucking it gently until she could not help crying out as her orgasm etimesgut escort hit her.

Immediately he was over her parting her shaking thighs, and sliding his hard penis deep inside her. He did this slowly, expertly, allowing her, already in orgasm, to appreciate every inch of his firmness as it filled her. Gasping and moaning, she was vitally aware of his motions inside her. He knew where to stop, knew where to shuffle it slowly inside her. And, as he came inside her, she was away on some great cosmic journey, with her vaginal passage squeezing and releasing him, and her mouth burbling nonsense.

“I needed that, Karen” was all he said, when they had calmed.

After that, there was no strict timing or agreement on their coming together. There was no talk of love, no promises made. There was only the occasional pursuit of pleasure, and Karen had no problem with that.

This experiment had, from the onset, caught her imagination. She had studied the whole area very thoroughly, and it had become clear that, in fact, there would have been no point in time when a man and a woman came together without any primeval urge. Evolution discounted any real possibility of an Adam and Eve situation. It seemed clear that natural animal procreation would have been the basis of the whole thing.

Karen was too fond of Vic to ever raise that point. Besides she was sure he must have some awareness of it. Yet this very notion of a couple coming together, having had no contact with the opposite sex, was so overwhelming, and had to be handled with particular care.

A few years after her appointment, the onset of puberty among her charges became a delicate area. When the girls started with their periods, explanations had to be very guarded. Karen had a major role in seeing this through. Girls were told that this was something essential to prepare them for adult life. Initially they were told that an injection, ‘when they were old enough’ would make them pregnant. Karen had doubts about this part, but basically it would work up to the age of eighteen.

There was no doubt that Karen had occasional guilt feelings about what they were doing. They were actually depriving these youngsters of both freedom and natural development. She just hoped that the study would be worth it.

One aspect of the experiment that did bother her was that at the first sign of puberty, usually earlier for girls, medication was given to suppress the sexual urge. The multitude of recording devices about the respective buildings gave plenty of warning if any unacceptable activity should take place..

For boys, early erection might be a sign, and again, any signs of reaction to that was dealt with specific medications. Vi c had advised her that what they were using was a development from the old services ‘bromide’, which was giving to serving soldiers and sailors to reduce the frustrations of the sexual urge. This new concoction was much more reliable and safe, he had assured her. Karen had noted that in all the CTV replays they had, there was no sign of sexual play, either solo or in pairs.

All TV the youngsters were allowed to watch was pre-recorded, and edited to eradicate cross gender confusion. This did mean that what could be put out was very slim.

Now, here they were. The big day had arrived, and they hoped, these two eighteen year olds were ready. Through the mirror, Karen saw the room door open, and Vic ushered in a tall, well built young man, dressed in a blue checked shirt and jeans. This must be Peter, a very imposing young man, Karen couldn’t help thinking. Vic spoke a few quiet words to Peter, before leaving him alone.

When Vic rejoined Karen, she could see the anticipation in his eyes. “What are you most keen to find out?” she asked. It was a question she had asked many times before.

Vic thought for only a second, “Seeing how they each react when they see a member of the opposite sex for the first time should be interesting. But then I hope to observe how quickly they discover sex, and how to do it. Plus, how long will it take them to use different techniques?”

Karen had heard him raise this question before, but he had never elaborated. “What would you expect?” she asked, standing c lose to him.

He placed a hand on her shoulder, “Going back into history, it will be interesting to find out how foreplay developed. We know from ancient pictures, like those from Pompeii, that cunnilingus and fellatio were known then. But were they a gradual discovery?” He gave her a quick smile, “Is Sara all set for this first meeting.”

“You’ve already asked that, but yes, everything is set. They’ve both been off the medicine for three days, and observation has been increased to detect if they have any urges before they meet.”

“Hell, yes, as the medication wears off they might get horny too early. You’ve had Sara on the pill for a couple of months. But I’d be most surprised if it got that far tomorrow.”

Karen etlik escort laughed, “I would never allow it on a first date.”

Vic joined in with her laughter, “As I know all too well. Will she be on her way?”

“I gave Marie an exact time,” Karen said, looking nervously at her watch. “It’s that time now. She’s been told that the door will be locked behind her, but she only needs to knock if she wants to be out.”

“Hope that’s not the case.”

The door in the room where Peter sat, began to open. “Here we go.”

That morning, Peter woke up as the usual alarm sounded. Another day. He sighed as the sense of emptiness in his life hit him again. Everything should be good, plenty of games, a good few books, acceptable education, laughter with his mates and with their mentors, who were all good blokes. No complaints about the food either, but there had to be something more.

There was so much physical activity, cross country through the fields and trees as far as the high fence, which shut out the dangerous creatures that, they were told, prowled out there. The gymnasium was filled with all kinds of equipment to keep them well muscled and fit. Peter particularly enjoyed the self defence activities, which pitted them against each other, and, in which, they had occasional championships which he had won quite a few times.

One great pastime which they all enjoyed was fooling around with the old banger of a car, an ancient Cortina, that at least three of them had learned to drive. There was enough space to have a good spin around the grassed areas. Peter loved that and felt he had become an accomplished driver, but then he would be hit with the thought of what good was it, if he wasn’t going anywhere. Gradually the presence of that car began to filter into his thinking around getting out of the manor.

In his mind were certain ideas about seeing beyond that damned fence. Over the past couple of years he had wondered about the stories of fierce creatures out there. If they were really there, why had they never seen any? Beyond the fields only thick forest could be seen. Peter and one or two others had asked how far the forest extended, and a mentor had told them, “Oh, hundreds of miles.”

For two months now, Peter had hidden, at the bottom of his bag of possessions, one of the master keys that all the mentors and doctors had. It had been a stroke of luck really. They had been outside kicking a ball around, and Guy, one of the athletic mentors, had been about to open the stock room where all the gear was kept, when he had been attacked by a couple of wasps.

While some of the lads laughed and yelled, “It’s your smelly hair gel that draws them.” Guy had been swiping wildly at the invading insects. So vigorously, that the master key had flown out of his hand. Peter had seen it fly and caught it. On looking round he saw that nobody had noticed. There had followed a frantic search, some later investigation of all property, but now the affair had calmed down, and that key, soon, would be part of his passport out of here and into, what, he imagined, was a wide world.

But there was this other strange physical thing which had happened to him for the second time in the last three days. He threw back the covers to look at what had happened to his penis, or cock, as the mentors called it. God, it jutted out like some kind of purple headed monster that shouldn’t be there. He ran his fingers over it. Oh, that was a quite pleasant sensation. How could it be three times bigger than when it was down? His fingers rubbed gently along the underside. Wow, he could really enjoy—

His room door opened and Harry, one of the mentors was there, “Trouble with that thing again, Peter? Come on, cold shower.”

Reluctantly, Peter took his hand away from his hard penis, and followed Harry out to the bathroom. First time this had happened there was no doubt, the cold shower had calmed things back to normal. But today Peter wasn’t sure he wanted it to.

“Don’t worry about it. We’ll get the doc to check you out.”

The first blast of cold water did have the expected effect. When he was dried and dressed and they were on their way to the breakfast room, Harry said, “I think I’m allowed to tell you. You’ll be having a new experience this afternoon.”

“How?”

“I’m not allowed to tell you that much, but it is different. Very.”

Curiosity only slightly raised, Peter carried on with his morning activities, an English lesson, a maths session, and a general talk from Dr Garven, which had been very interesting. More importantly he told them, “Up to now we’ve addressed you as boys, but I think it fair to say that you can now be regarded as young men.”

After the talk from Dr Garven, they had been taken on a cross country run. A regular activity, this one. The run took them across level fields of grass and heather. They ran through a small copse of trees, and out to a stretch of the high wire fence.

Peter had checked this stretch of fence on an earlier run, when he’d noticed one of the post fastenings had come adrift. On each subsequent run he had hung back a little, to tug at the fence, and find that other fastenings could be loosened. A glimmer of an idea for escape had begun to form. But would he want to? The desire to know what was out their, hazard or freedom, was strong.

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Notes: (1) The main male character’s name is Caelum, intended to be pronounced “Ky-lum.” (2) This is the first time I have tried to write in quite this style, so I apologize in advance if any of it comes off sounding silly instead of sexy. (3) I do take a bit of time coming to the point, but I promise we do get there in the end.

*****

A sea of adolescent girls parted for the man striding down the hallway. Torches flickered in his wake and some of the girls looked curiously after him. He was a tall man, his shining black mane tied back discreetly and his beetle-black eyes glittering with thinly disguised malice. Neither his expression nor his outfit—an all-black combination of long-sleeved, high-necked buttoned tunic; trousers; leather boots; and unbuttoned overcoat—nor his apparent expectation that the girls would scurry out of his way were at all unusual, but some of them wondered at the obvious purpose with which he strode down the hall. One or two of the girls lingered to watch him, taking a tentative step after him as if they wished to follow him and locate the source of his agitation. But it was apparent that he would not have appreciated their intrusion, so in the end each went on her way.

The man, for his part, stormed down the halls toward the second floor lounge, where he knew he would find the person he sought. He flung the door open more carelessly than he usually would, startling the tall woman standing before the fireplace. The woman actually smirked when she saw him, softening her usually severe face before schooling it into a slight frown. The man took in her appearance—as tall as he, but with dark copper hair streaked here and there with steely silver, sharp green eyes, and a formal day dress of darkest green.

“What is the meaning of this?” he asked in a low, silky tone, brandishing a square of folded parchment in her direction.

“Of what?” the woman replied, pretending innocence.

“This note you have sent me, Headmistress.”

“I should have thought the meaning would be quite clear, Caelum,” she said, her Northern accent coming through a bit more strongly now. “You are to escort Miss Blake to the Ball this weekend.”

“Why must it be me? You know how I detest these things.”

“In case it has escaped your notice, you are currently the only male on staff here at Hawthorne. You know as well as I that you were only spared the duty because Bishop had been willing to escort her in previous years. But he is…well, obviously he is no longer able to do so, even if we were able to locate him. So the task falls to you.”

“But Nora—”

“But nothing, Caelum. She must go. Unless you are suggesting taking on the duties of a guardian and arranging something for her…”

“Very well,” he grumbled, the fight leaving him at once. “I will go.”

“Very good. Now, be off with you. I have already notified Miss Blake of the change and she will be awaiting you in the hall tonight.”

“Tonight?” His voice came dangerously close to a whine at this.

“Certainly,” the Headmistress sniffed. “Bishop and Miss Blake always left Friday evening and returned Sunday evening. The Ball is all the way at Southumbridge and I understand it takes about four hours to get there by carriage. It would never do for Miss Blake to arrive at the Ball exhausted from the journey. You know as well as I that she must be at her very best, this year more than ever before.”

“This,” he replied acidly, “was the very reason for the invention of the motorcar, as I am sure that you are aware.”

“Nevertheless, tradition demands arrival by carriage.”

“Surely we could arrive in Southumbridge by car and rent a carriage in town.”

“There will be no further argument, Caelum. Be in the hall before nine o’clock to take your leave. Tomorrow you will be separated from her until the Ball itself begins, so perhaps you should endeavor to enjoy Southumbridge. It has been a long time since you travelled anywhere for leisure.”

“And let us not begin now,” he muttered, leaving the room.

*****

Sofia Blake arrived in the hall at precisely eight-thirty, clutching her leather satchel to her chest as she sat meekly in one of the creaky chairs in the hall. Her ball gown was in its wrappings hanging from the back of the chair and her overnight bag sat at her feet. Each time she heard footsteps nearby she jumped, glancing down the hall for any sight of Professor Elwyn. Sofia had her own reasons for wishing that Bishop was still at Hawthorne to take her to the Matching Ball, but when Headmistress Tierney makes a decision such as which staff member will escort a girl to the Ball, a girl just doesn’t argue. She gazed vaguely at the wall opposite her, brushing imaginary flecks of lint from her uniform skirt and wishing she didn’t need to go at all.

There was no shame in a girl of her age still attending the Ball. She had seen girls as old as twenty there, lively and vivacious and not at all ashamed. In fact it seemed that for some girls, attending the Ball after they had come of age and no longer needed an escort was actually rus escort an advantage because the young men approached them with more confidence.

The Matching Ball was an event that all those young people who had lost their parents looked forward to. The population of Connaught still held to the old ways, when a young person’s family arranged their marriage. Since the Great War so many adolescents had been left without any family that the old tradition of the Matching Ball had been reinstated. No one was forced to go, but it was quite difficult to meet good prospects for marriage without attending, as parents rarely arranged marriages for their children with orphans. It just wasn’t done. Yet marriage was one of the values most strongly inculcated in Connaught schools.

So the Matching Ball, a quite old tradition with proud roots in Connaught was held each year in October. Young orphans who wished to join in marriage were sent, either escorted or sponsored by those who housed them, and they all socialized together in the hopes of meeting a match. If a match was made at the Ball, the young couple in question would have the opportunity to see each other during the following months to confirm that it was a good match before marrying.

Some orphans came as large groups from orphanages or workhouses, but Sofia knew she was one of the lucky ones. Most of the prestigious boarding schools in Connaught accepted several orphaned adolescents as wards, provided the child had the proper intellect and manners. Sofia’s parents had been planning to submit her to the Hawthorne Academy for Domestic and International Arts since her birth, and their death had not prevented their daughter from taking her place at the school. Hawthorne had among the strictest standards for acceptance and currently had only three orphans in residence—one was too young for the Ball yet, and the other had already made her match. This year, as last year, Sofia would be alone. Escorted by Professor Elwyn.

Hawthorne Academy was an all-girls school and historically had an all-female staff. After the death of their last chemistry professor, the Headmistress had had some difficulty finding another female professor currently qualified for the position. So she had called upon one of the professors from the Drew School, Hawthorne’s all-boys equivalent. Professor Elwyn, as a highly regarded young man with an impeccable family tradition, was considered a sufficient replacement by those in the community and had done so well with the Hawthorne girls that Headmistress Tierney had never attempted to replace him.

He was an unusual man, stoic and reserved. He was a harsh taskmaster in the classroom and never discussed anything about his personal life. Yet the girls all seemed to know that Professor Elwyn had no family left and had once been married, though his wife had apparently died at a very young age—presumably in childbirth. He was never seen in any color other than black, the only skin showing his face and his pale, delicate hands. He was a handsome man, Sofia thought, but she knew that not many of the other girls shared her opinion.

In any case she had been surprised to find out that he was to be her escort. Of course Bishop’s disappearance had meant that he could not take her anymore. Bishop had been the caretaker of the academy, and no one really knew why or where he had gone. Sofia had been fond of Bishop, a young man who laughed as often as he talked, and he had been an entertaining escort to the Ball. She had hoped that he would have contacted her after he left to tell her where he had gone, but no letter ever came. She supposed it made sense for Professor Elwyn to be her escort, as he was the only man left at Hawthorne. But with the Drew School up the road by several miles, she saw no reason why the Headmistress could not have recruited some other, more amenable, young man.

Sofia at last caught sight of Professor Elwyn striding down the hallway, resignation pouring off him in waves, and knew she was exactly right in her guess that he would hardly take to this duty with enthusiasm. He just didn’t seem the type to enjoy the frivolities of dances and parties. He stopped just in front of her, looking at her parcels with mild disgust.

“Well?”

Sofia scrambled up from her chair, taking up her ball gown and overnight bag and hoisting her satchel more securely over her shoulder. Professor Elwyn turned on his heel, his long coat swirling behind him as he marched toward the front door. Sofia blew out a breath and followed in his wake, mentally preparing herself for an awkward weekend.

*****

A carriage was already waiting in front of Hawthorne. Although Sofia struggled a bit to get all of her parcels into the carriage Professor Elwyn made no offer of help. He stood impassively at her side until she had climbed up into the carriage and then shut the door behind her before going around to the other side of the carriage and climbing in. It was a carriage intended to hold four or six people, with two facing benches on the sıhhiye escort interior. Sofia was facing forward on the right side of the carriage and noticed that Professor Elwyn had sat as far away from her as humanly possible. He did not look at her or attempt to converse, merely looked moodily out the window.

Sofia made a face at him, but schooled her face into her usual blandly pleasant expression before he turned to glance at her suspiciously. When he turned back to the window Sofia opened her satchel and retrieved the book that she had set on top, an old English romance novel. She crossed her legs demurely, checking to be sure that her skirt was properly arranged over her thighs, and settled down to read in the dim light of the tiny torches in the carriage.

*****

Caelum Elwyn was not looking forward to the Matching Ball. He resisted the urge to manhandle his clothing, calming himself enough to properly press and fold each item before placing it in his bag. The truth was that he rarely attended parties or balls of any kind and particularly detested those intended to be enjoyed by adolescents. It wasn’t that he hated children or teenagers, really. After all he did work at an academy and he did so willingly. Of course he did so in order to fund his private research and have a well-equipped lab in which to perform said research. But he could admit that he took a certain enjoyment in knowing that he was preparing young minds to enter the field and make their own contributions.

But attending parties and functions specifically intended for adolescents to socialize was far down on his list of activities to enjoy. In fact he would rather have been strung up in the dining hall by his ankles—anything to avoid having to watch the preening and giggling and awkward interactions between boys and girls meeting for the first time. Even when he had been that age he certainly did not remember having acted in such a manner. At the gatherings he had attended he had comported himself with dignity and had encouraged the same in his schoolboy friends. They had engaged in the traditional dances of the time and he had certainly walked a girl or two across the room or outside onto the balcony for a brief chat. Long enough to get to know her, short enough to avoid any accusations of impropriety. Even as an adolescent he had been concerned with appearances.

Perhaps because his grandfather had been the vicar of a very prominent church in the south of Connaught, his parents had drilled into him the necessity of maintaining a carefully designed appearance of propriety. His parents had, most unfortunately, taken the view that what happened behind closed doors was exempt from the rules regarding propriety. They had both carried on numerous affairs, souring him on the concept of true love and marriage as a means of lifelong affectionate companionship. Yet the community at large had somehow never discovered these affairs, and so their son Caelum had never been disgraced.

His parents, too, had been casualties of the Great War, but he had come to adulthood before their demise. He had approached the Headmaster of his own academy to discuss an appointment after several years abroad apprenticing and had taught there for a few years before moving to Hawthorne. All in all teaching girls was little different from teaching boys. Old-fashioned though Connaught might have been, there were some quite old traditions that were now in vogue in the rest of the world. Both girls and boys were given the same basic education and were not only allowed but in fact encouraged to follow the career path that appealed to them.

Thus women had always been welcome in politics, math and sciences research, higher-level management work, essentially in all those arenas where women in the greater world have had to fight for acceptance. And in return men were as frequently found excelling in the domestic arts and keeping house or staying home to raise their own children. Girls in Caelum’s chemistry classes had run the gamut between total idiots and those immensely talented in the class. The girl currently sitting across from him, nose buried in a book, Miss Sofia Blake, was between these two extremes.

Frankly he’d never taken much notice of her, although he had taught her for six years now. He recalled, vaguely, that she had been a bit of a chatterer when he had first taken over the science classes. A bit flighty, with a tendency to talk to her fellow students rather than keeping her mind on each day’s lecture. Now that he thought about it he realized that she had matured quite a bit in six years. She was much more studious now, a lot quieter in class. He glanced over at her, reading the title of the book she was holding, and snorted. In fascination he watched the girl stiffen and then lift her head to stare at him over her book.

“Is something the matter, Professor Elwyn?” she asked evenly.

“Not a thing, Miss Blake. Only that I am not surprised to see you reading a work of such romantic nonsense.”

“If you must know,” sincan escort she replied, sounding a bit irritated, “I am reading this for my literature class. It was not my own choice.”

“Oh, indeed. In that case perhaps I shall have a word with the Headmistress about the syllabus.”

“I am sure that she will give all due value to your opinion on the matter, sir.”

Sofia turned back to her book and Caelum lifted his eyebrows slightly. Impertinent girl, he thought. He had certainly not missed her meaning, although she had said it politely enough that he could not challenge her about it. Crossing his arms, he sat back and leaned his head against the scant cushion behind him. The jostling of the carriage would not stop him from dozing on their way to Southumbridge.

*****

When Caelum awoke the carriage had stopped. All but one of the torches inside the carriage had gone out. In the dim flickering light of the one left aflame he saw Sofia curled up on the bench across from him, fast asleep. The softness of sleep imbued her face with the radiance of youth. Caelum felt a strange and unexpected sensation in his chest, but he could not identify it and did not think about it further. They must have arrived at the State Building in Southumbridge that hosted all of the attendees and escorts of the Matching Ball. Caelum touched Sofia’s shoulder lightly and she jerked awake, staring wide-eyed at him.

“We have arrived,” he said quietly. Sofia nodded, a bit too quickly, and sat up in her seat, pressing her palms to her knees.

The carriage door opened and Caelum saw a whirlwind of activity taking place just outside the State Building. Adolescent arrivals were chatting and giggling despite the late hour, although some were staggering up the steps half-asleep. Attendees could be as young as eleven years old, though most that age would surely have arrived and be upstairs asleep in their beds by now. Adult escorts and those who worked for the State chaperoning and planning the Ball were standing around watching indulgently as adolescent attendees eyed each other shyly or greeted old acquaintances.

A fresh-faced young woman approached their carriage with a smile. “Sofia, isn’t it, from Hawthorne? I don’t know if you’ll remember me…”

“Caryn, right? I remember you from last year,” Sofia said, smiling for the first time that night. “It’s good to see you again.”

“It’s wonderful to see you, too, Sofia. Will this be your last ball, do you think?”

“One way or the other,” she answered cryptically.

“Let me just help you out and I’ll show you up to your room.” The woman leaned into the carriage to take Sofia’s overnight bag and started at the sight of Caelum. “Oh, hello,” she said, her voice dropping a bit lower. “I was…expecting Bishop.”

“Bishop was…indisposed this year,” Caelum said.

“Yes, we don’t really know what happened to him. Anyway, Professor Elwyn was gracious enough to escort me this year,” said Sofia. She seemed slightly annoyed, and Caelum couldn’t understand why she would be. He supposed she disliked the reminder that she should have been escorted by the younger, more attractive, and entirely too gregarious caretaker. Caryn was still staring at him, and didn’t look away until Sofia had pushed past her to exit the carriage. Caryn trotted after her and Caelum shouldered his bag and followed them both.

Sofia was striding up the front steps of the State Building, obviously ignoring the questions Caryn was directing at her. Caelum looked about, a bit lost, surprised that Sofia had walked away without even a word to him. He would have to have a discussion with her about manners later. Just then a young man approached him, a bit cautiously.

“Pardon me, sir, but are you perhaps an escort to the Matching Ball?”

“I am certainly not an attendee,” he said dryly.

“Of course not, sir. Is this your first year escorting?”

“It is.”

“We are honored to have you here with us, sir. My name is Trent, and I’m a chaperone here. Let me take you inside to check you in and I will explain our schedule.” Trent led Caelum inside the State Building and up to the front reception desk. “Hi, Margarethe,” he grinned flirtatiously at one receptionist.

“Oh, Trent,” she smiled. “Who have you got with you?”

“Hmm, forgot to ask his name. Oops.” He smiled winningly before turning to Caelum. His smile wilted a bit around the edges faced with Caelum’s stony visage. “Ahem. May I get your name and institution, sir?”

“Professor Caelum Elwyn, Hawthorne Academy.”

“Thank you.” Margarethe scanned the list. “You are escorting a Miss Sofia Blake, is that right?”

“It is.”

“It looks like she checked in a few moments ago.” Caelum inclined his head. “All right, you’re in Escort Block B, Room 1221.”

“Thank you.”

Trent led Caelum toward the lift. “The Ball, as you know, is tomorrow evening. Saturday festivities our groups are separated. Attendees will take meals together, all the girls in one group and all the boys in another. Escorts may take meals with the other escorts or may explore Southumbridge on their own. You will need to return at seven o’clock to meet your charge. You may meet at the base of the stairs on the third floor, and then you may escort your charge to the ballroom. At the Ball you do not need to be beside your charge at all times but you do need to be aware of where she is.

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My breathing quickened just thinking about what the afternoon would bring. The oh-so-handsome man I’d been chatting with for literally years was finally going to meet me in person! I could hardly believe I was just minutes away from meeting him in the flesh after all this time. We’d definitely had some passionate and even downright naughty moments together online. Even so, I was still a little nervous about meeting him face to face. Would things be awkward in real life or feel as natural as it did when we messaged each other? We’d only ever video chatted a handful of times through the years and at times we both seemed a little nervous, almost like crazed lovesick teenagers! Of course, in many ways we were…and we were ready to quench the thirst we had for one another. Were we ready? How could we not be after all this time?

I arrived about ten minutes early, checked my face in the mirror. Why was I still so incredibly nervous? We knew each other intimately from afar, likes and dislikes, even knew each other’s most secret desires. I cebeci escort guess more than anything, I hoped we would connect in person the way I’d often imagined we would…and I was about to find out!

I’d chosen a black silky strappy tank that flattered my breasts well. Add to that a pair of well fitting jeans and denim jacket that complimented my voluptuous curves. I didn’t want to look too conspicuous, but still incredibly sexy. Not to mention the polka dot bra and panties that were my absolute favorite set.

I glanced down at my text messages. He had arrived just before me. I reread the text…”Room 519, I can’t wait to see you!” My heart began to beat even faster!

I got out of my car, walked into the hotel, found the elevator and nervously headed to the fifth floor. I felt like my heart would jump out of my chest it was beating so fast! I’d imagined this moment for months, even years… and now it was about to happen. I knocked on the door…

Once the door çukurambar escort opened there would be no turning back, but I knew deep down I didn’t want to turn back–not now, not ever. I was ready to feel the passion, excitement, and intense pleasure that was waiting for me on the other side of that door.

The door opened and there he was. He looked even more handsome than I remembered from the pictures he’d shared. He kissed me passionately and gave me the most intentional hug I had experienced in what felt like an eternity. And damn could he kiss–his sensuality, passion and excitement to see me was clear, every bit as clear as mine was for him.

Our kisses became more intense and as I pressed in closer I knew just how pleased he was to see me. All of the nervousness and pretense I previously felt seemed to simply fade away. It felt as if we’d known each other forever. At least it seemed like that to me anyway. We stopped kissing just long enough to gaze into each demetevler escort other’s eyes.

“Look at you, you are every bit as beautiful as I thought you’d be”, he whispered as he slipped his arms around my torso and drew me in closer. His touch felt absolutely amazing, just like I’d hoped and dreamed about.

I readily agreed that he was in fact every bit as handsome and captivating as I’d imagined. I lifted my head up just enough to begin kissing him again. As I kissed his lips, our tongues seemed to dance with an urgency I hadn’t experienced in far too long. I then began to kiss along the side of his rugged face, moving slowly until I was kissing behind his ear and on the back of his neck.

He slipped his hands inside my silky, strappy tank, moving quickly around to my sample breasts, caressing and fondling them gently as my nipples sensed his touch and quickly aroused.

He slowly began to unclasp my bra and my breasts escaped their tether. I quickly shed my jacket as he continued to fondle my breasts. I could feel myself becoming wet with desire for what was next– I’d been fantasizing about this moment for forever it seemed but this time it was actually real!

I reached into the waistband of his chinos and slowly unbuttoned and unzipped them. I slipped my hands inside his boxers and gently squeezed his ass, then reached around and felt his bulging member…

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Note from author: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Chapter 4

As it was Friday, I only worked half a day so had my afternoon free and I did not work the weekend. It was another spectacular day I thought as I made my way into work as usual and bumped into the new governess, Ms Loughty. It was the first time that I had seen her since Wednesday and that seemed like a lifetime ago.

“Ah! Trevor,” said Ms Loughty “I was hoping to bump into you. Would you mind helping me move some of the furniture in my room please? It is not quite to my taste and Mr Fernsby has kindly said that I can swop it for some of the pieces in other rooms which are currently unused.”

“It would be my pleasure, Ms Loughty. When would you like me to come by?”

“Are you free now?” she asked “The children are spending time with their grandfather at the moment but are due back for lessons this afternoon.”

“Now is no problem, please lead the way.” and I followed her out of the room and up the hall towards where the smaller, in house help guest quarters were located. I couldn’t help but notice the sway of her behind as she walked, in her rigid manner, through the house. I let myself wonder if her attitude was all show and what type of creature she would turn into with a cock inside of her.

She entered a room with a large picture window overlooking the garden and stood in the centre of it as I entered. I quickly got the images of me fucking her from behind out of my head.

“I would like this dresser moved and the one in the room two doors down brought in to replace it. This table, that chair and also that mirror.”

“Please.” I said softly after a few beats of silence

“What did you say?” her face contorted with my comment.

“Please,” I repeated “I am used to colleagues using the word ‘please’ when they ask something of me.”

She eyed me coolly for a moment “Please then.” she said.

“Thank you,” I replied, “please can you show me which dresser in the other room, so I move the correct one?” and again I followed her out.

After seeing the furniture, I reasoned that it would take two people to move the dressers but the table and other pieces could be done just by myself. I moved those smaller items first and then went back into Ms Loughty’s room.

“The dressers are a two-person job I am afraid so I will need to get someone to help me. I can’t get anyone to help today but will be able to do it Monday for you.”

“Nonsense, I will help you and we can move it now.”

“I really think that I should get someone.”

“Do you think I am incapable?” she sneered

I could see this becoming more confrontational and therefore agreed that we would do the job there and then. I told her that we should move the dresser in her room first and then move the other one as that will give us manoeuvring space to get it where she wanted. She agreed with this plan so we each took an end and lifted. I was surprised to find that the dresser was not all that heavy and we shuffled it through to the room where it was going to its new home, now for the other one.

I thought that this dresser would be the same as it was of the same style but a little shorter however, this one weighed a ton. I lifted, as did Ms Loughty and we didn’t get more than a foot or two’s distance before our rocking made the door on my side swing open. Unfortunately, I hadn’t seen the rogue nail in it earlier and as it caught my leg, it ripped my trousers and a nasty gash opened up.

I swore as it happened and Ms Loughty dropped the dresser down, and appeared at my side, ready I was sure to remonstrate with me for my language.

However, she could see from the blood immediately the cause of my outburst.

“Quickly, come with me.” she said as she led me back to her room. She shut the door and made her way over to her suitcase, retrieving a bag from the insides.

“Trousers off.” she ordered to which I stupidly asked “Why?”

“That wound isn’t going to clean itself and I used to be a nurse so don’t think I don’t know what I am doing.”

I dropped my trousers and she knelt in front of me. As a very imaginative and visual individual, my mind instantly leapt to the last time a woman had been on her knees in front of me and that unfortunately, had an effect. I could feel myself getting hard.

Ms Loughty got some bandages and antiseptic from her bag and turned back to me to find a large cock inhabiting the space in my underwear where a few moments before, none had existed.

I could ankara olgun escort see her eyes widen and she paused and stared before just regaining her composure.

“I will, well, I will have to clean the wound and then dress it.” she said hesitantly, and she started to wipe the gash with antiseptic, her eyes flicking back to my groin intermittently. I really should have felt a sting but honestly, I couldn’t feel anything as my attention was solely on her reaction to my erection. This is turn, made it worse and I felt myself becoming fully erect and the head of my penis poking out of the top of my briefs.

I decided to have a little fun at this stern woman’s expense and every time she ran the cloth she was using to clean the wound across the gash, I feigned a flinch, and thrust my groin forwards.

Ms Loughty was now breathing quite heavy and trying not to look at my groin as she tended to me but I could sense that she really wanted to. I decided now wasn’t the time but stored that nugget of information away for a rainy day.

Finally, she finished and said, “There, now pull your trousers back up. The dresser can wait until Monday.” and with that and a wave of the hand, I was dismissed. I did hear the lock on her door click though as it was shut behind me and after Liz’s revelations about women masturbating, I put two and two together and smiled.

The rest of the day was uneventful. I visited mother who confirmed that the doctors were expecting to release her on Monday, much to my disappointment, but I was pleased for her, as she seemed to be looking forward to getting home.

I got back to the house and cleaned it up, not to my mothers standard but certainly passable so she wouldn’t be disappointed on her return and then popped to the shop to pick up some chocolates for Liz that evening.

At 7.30 I went next door and after our usual routine I found Liz not in the kitchen but in the living room. She looked fantastic in a scarlet dress, which was figure hugging tight to the top half of her body but had a free-flowing skirt on her bottom half. Stockings and heels completed the outfit.

“Hello gorgeous! You look amazing!” I greeted her and gave her the chocolates I had bought early in the day.

“Hello handsome!” she replied and came towards me “Thank you! These are my favourites.” as she took my gift and kissed me lightly.

“Tonight Trevor, we won’t be eating. Well, we won’t be eating food anyway,” she giggled “Show me what you’ve got Trev.” as she led me over to the couch.

I leaned in and kissed her tenderly, moving my hands over her body, up and down her back and into her hair. She bent backwards on the couch and moaned slightly as I started to kiss her neck. I cupped her breast through her top, squeezing firmly as she had instructed me a few days before and eliciting a response from her nipple.

“In a bit of a quandary there aren’t you Trevor? No easy access to the ‘girls’ tonight.”

“Doesn’t matter, I will have this off you soon enough.” I breathed into her ear.

“My, my, you are getting a confident little sod!” she laughed, “Think I’ve created a monster.”

“The monster is down here.” and I moved her hand to my groin as I kissed her again.

She moaned into my mouth as she rubbed my cock through my trousers. I had one hand on her tit and the other on her thigh, moving it her skirt upwards until I felt the suspenders holding up her stockings and I knew I had to get the dress off her.

I started kissing her neck, which caused her to arch her head upwards and her eyes were closed. I moved my hand in between her back and the couch, as I was distracting her with my kisses and started to undo the zip at the back of her dress.

“Not here love, upstairs,” and she took me by the hand and led me out of the room.

It may seem funny but in all of this time I had never seen Liz’s bedroom and it took me a few seconds to take in my surroundings as we walked in.

Liz still had her back to me as I pulled her towards me so my hard on was pressing into the small of her back. I moved my hands around her waist and my head down to start kissing her neck again. Liz’s breathing was heavy as I started to plant small light kisses across the back of her neck and massage both of her tits in my hands.

She pushed her ass back towards me, and I took the cue, grinding myself against her.

“Oh for fucks sake Trevor, get this dress off me!” she gasped and I left her breasts to once again attend to the offending zip between me and heaven.

Once at the bottom, I pushed my hands up inside the dress until I reached her shoulders and the dress naturally fell forward and down to ankara ucuz escort the ground.

I was mesmerised by the sight in front of me as I now could see Liz from the front in the reflection of a full-length mirror in the corner of the room. She was wearing a bright red girdle and bra set, which was barely holding in the ‘girls’ but accentuated her hourglass figure perfectly. She was quite simply, stunning.

Liz turned towards me and started unbuttoning my shirt and once I was topless, she started planting kisses of her own on my chest, all over at first and then moving downward. Inevitably, she was once again on her knees in front of me, now unbuttoning my trousers, which dropped to the floor. She finally removed my shoes and socks which left her with just my underwear to go.

“You ready baby?” she asked as she felt me through the material. Liz then noticed the bandage on my leg “did you hurt yourself today? What happened?”

“Just a scratch picked up in work. Liz, just get me naked so I can fuck you.” I demanded.

Liz pulled my briefs down and grabbed my cock in one hand and shoving as much as she could into her mouth. I looked at my reflection in the mirror to see that Liz wasn’t wearing any knickers and I had an excellent view of her pussy from behind as she bent forwards, sucking my cock with her ass raised invitingly.

Looking at her pussy, I knew I needed it but also was wary of rushing things beyond Liz’s pace so I concentrated on enjoying the blowjob she was giving me. At that moment I had an inspiration and I lifted her upwards so she was standing. She went to say something and I put my finger on her lips to shush her and pushed her backwards towards the bed.

As she was about to meet the edge, I swung her so that we switched places and I fell backwards onto the bed.

“Wouldn’t it be a good idea for me to return the favour at the same time?” I said.

“Too fucking right it would!” she said gleefully as she made her way up and onto the bed. Once positioned, she swung a leg over my head and I was faced with her pussy in front of me. I grinned and I proceeded to smother myself with her sex.

“Unghhh . . . Oh-fuck nnhhh-fuck.” said Liz after coming up for air from my cock and giving herself a brief break to enjoy my tongue on her clit.

We continued to suck and lick each other and the feeling of Liz’s mouth on my cock, taking it all in now was beginning to have an effect. In fact, Liz herself was getting to the point of coming as she was grinding her pussy into my face and mewing with a mouthful of cock.

“Going to cum!” I said and she picked up the tempo. I, in turn, had my hands on her ass cheeks pulling her down onto me and apart giving me as much access as I could.

Liz deep throated me and screamed through her orgasm and I held her firmly in place, which took a surprising amount of strength. As her orgasm had subsided, my cock erupted, pumping rope after rope of cum into her throat.

“Oh god,” she panted as she rolled off me “I cant believe how hard I came then, or you for that matter.”

“I know, amazing wasn’t it?” I replied as I lay there, gasping, looking upwards.

“Well, this is just the start Trevor, you can sleep here with me tonight if you want.”

“And we can have sex?” I asked and she smiled and nodded.

“One condition though I am afraid, you will need to get dressed again and go over to your house. Too many nosey parkers and gossips around here to notice that you’ve not left. When you have gone back in yours, come back in here the back way, the door is open.”

I hastily got dressed, gave her a quick kiss and made my way out, making sure I took the bins back in so anyone watching couldn’t miss me. I virtually sprinted through the house and out the back way through the gate and back into Liz’s.

When I got back to the bedroom, Liz was still where I had left her “That was quick!” she giggled as I ripped the clothes back off my body to join her on the bed.

“Now, for your first time I am going on top, it will be easier to control the pace and keep you from coming too quickly.”

With that, she swung leg over me and positioned herself over my cock, which having had a break, was now hard again. Liz reached down between her legs, took hold of me and positioned the head against her dripping hole.

Liz bent down and kissed me passionately as she let her weight go and she impaled herself on me. I was suddenly aware of the differences of everything we had done to date and this. I knew that if I died right now, I would die happy. Her pussy had a vice like grip on my cock but the juices that were flowing out of her felt incredible.

“Oh ankara yabancı escort god, fuck! You’re big! Give me a second!” and she waited a moment and I could feel her pussy contracting on my cock.

“Jesus Liz, how are you doing that!”

“Practice my dear, practice” she cooed at me and with that she started to move up and down building a tempo. I longed to have her tits in my face so I reached behind her and undid her bra. Instantly, they were there in all their glory, swinging with gravity. I took turns sucking her nipples as these two great pendulums swayed into front of me.

“Oh god, your cock feels so good,” she panted, “I’m going to fuck you silly over the next two days.”

Liz was building up to her climax and I reached down and started to work her clit with my fingers. She was sopping wet.

“Yessss! That’s it, flick my clit while I fuck you! God this feels so good! Rub it harder! I’m gonna cum Trev! You are making me cum! I want your cum inside me! Fill me up! Give it to mmmeeeeeeee!” and with that, she started to shudder through her orgasm. Her pussy was contracting on my cock, milking it for all it was worth and after fighting the feeling I finally let myself go.

“Cummiinnnggggg Liz! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I cried as my hands lifted her and pulled her back down as I pumped my come into her pussy.

She slowed to a stop and then collapsed to the side of me, almost hyperventilating “For someone so young, you are an amazing fuck!” she said, “I just can’t get enough of your cock! Your incredible!”

I sat up and moved over her, propping myself up on my hands “You’re the one who is incredible.” I said, and I kissed her gently.

“Mmmmmm, give me a minute to catch my breath will you?”

“Me? I am doing nothing.” as I started gently putting kisses on her nipples and breasts.

“You’re insatiable!” she laughed, “I’m not going to get much sleep tonight am I?”

“No, I don’t think you are.” I said as I sucked on a nipple, biting it very gently.

“Ow! Careful mister! Remember what I said about sensitive!”

“Sorry!” I said gently kissing it better.

Liz’s hands were now running up and down my back and I left her breast to give her a passionate kiss, our tongues entwined. I went to supporting myself on my elbows to be closer and she put her arms around my neck, pulling me towards her.

“You going to fuck my tight little pussy again?” she murmured, “Lets see, are you ready yet?” and she reached down between us and took hold of me “Ooohhh, I would say you are!”

I decided I would try some dirty talk of my own “You know you want my cock inside you don’t you Liz,” I whispered to her “you want it pumping in and out of you, making you cum, again and again and again”

Liz’s breathing was laboured, her hand pumping my cock up and down so I moved my groin down her body so she could position me in front of her pussy.

“Fuck me Trevor, fuck me like the slut that I am!” This turned me on no end and I thrust forward forcibly. From only just coming and having my own cum dribbling out of her, she was so wet I slid straight up to the hilt, her legs lifting and locking behind my ass.

“Oh for fucks sake yessssss!” she cried “fuck me Trevor, fuck my pussy now and empty yourself into me! I want to feel it!”

I was grunting heavily as I thrust my cock in and out of her, Liz mouthing obscenities as I did so.

I decided I wanted to see my cock sliding in and out of her so pushed myself up into a kneeling position with her legs spread wide. It was a glorious sight to be sure and I grabbed her ankles holding them wide as I continued my assault on her poor pussy.

Liz reached down between us and started to rub her clit and at this point, I knew I wouldn’t last long.

Seeing her stockinged legs in heels with the red suspender belt and girdle laid out in front of me, her big tits bouncing up and down with my thrusts was too much to bear.

On top of this, she was encouraging me to fuck her, “That’s it, hold my legs up while I finger my clit! I am gonna cum soon and its gonna be a big one! Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME!!!” she implored and I did just that.

Its funny that all of the years that followed, whenever I fucked someone, if she doesn’t say a word and just lies there, or even is just making small grunts, its just not the same, I just don’t seem to come as hard.

I saw her eyes widen as the orgasm hit her and her body begin to shake violently. Liquid gushed out of her and my cock was glistening with the coating it was getting.

“Uuuggghh, Uuuuggghh, Uuuuugggggghhhhhh!” she mewed as it worked its way over her. It was too much for me and I poured everything I had into her.

“Cummmminnnggg Liz! I’m cumming!”

As my orgasm subsided, I flopped to one side of her.

“Don’t take this the wrong way Trevor,” she said, “but I don’t think I can take any more tonight. I’ve cum about 5 times and my poor pussy hasn’t seen action like this in years so it will need to recover. Do you mind?”

“Of course I don’t mind,” I replied “can’t promise I won’t be on you in the morning though”

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Author’s notes.

My stories are based on my personal experiences. They are NOT fiction or fantasy. Each story is as close to accurate to what actually happened as I can remember, and I have a pretty good memory (even many years later).

These stories are posted in the order that they happened, so if you want to read them first to last, just read the story with the oldest publish date first and then move through the stories from oldest to newest, and you will be reading them in order.

Because these stories are from my past, I will stick to telling them as they happened. For those who don’t like the way any particular story ends, I would just ask if they understand the difference between fiction and non-fiction. However, for those just looking for a happy ending, I would suggest that they rarely occur in reality.

Nobody in this story was underage.

* * * * * * * * * * *

It was two weeks after Joann’s funeral when I received a text on my cell phone. “Hi. My name is Inday. I was a friend of Joann’s, and she told me to contact you if anything ever happened to her.”

I replied, “Hi Inday. My name is Pete, but you probably already know that if Joann told you to contact me.”

“Joann was so in love with you,” she texted. “She made it sound like living with you was the closest thing to heaven she had ever experienced.”

“Thank you for telling me that, but now I’m going to cry,” I replied.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I wish I was there to hold you and comfort you,” she said.

I wasn’t expecting that. I texted, “That might be nice, but maybe I should get to know you first.”

“LOL,” she replied. “True. Do you think it might be possible for me to get to know you better?”

“I don’t see why not,” I said. I have been extremely lonely since I lost Joann.”

She sent me a tearful emoji. “Maybe I can help with that.”

“Maybe,” I replied. “Let’s text for a while first and see where it goes from there.” She agreed, and we started a text and video call conversation that lasted a month before I finally was ready to meet her face-to-face. It was hard because we were both living in the same city, but I didn’t want to rush. It wasn’t as if we were separated by long distances or other physical obstacles. Basically, the only obstacle was that I just hadn’t reconciled myself that Joann was not coming back.

She often asked to meet, and I finally broke down. “Where are you and when are you free? I could meet you someplace.”

I have a room near USC, and I just graduated, so I am free now,” she texted back.

“It is almost dinner time, so let’s meet at Ayala,” I said. “Could you be at the Terraces in about an hour? We can meet on the steps by the water.”

“I will be there. I will wear a red dress, so you will recognize me,” she replied.

An hour later, I was standing on the steps at The Terraces, watching a cute girl in a red dress walking toward me.

“Hello Pete,” she said. “I was hoping that you wouldn’t back out on me.”

He took her in with his eyes. The red dress looked perfect on this petite Filipina. “I would have to be an idiot to back out on a date that I set up,” I replied. “You look very nice.”

“Thank you,” she said. “You look pretty good yourself.”

With that, I asked Inday to go with me to one of the nicer restaurants in the mall. Once we were seated, I asked the waitress for water for both of us because I knew that we would be talking a lot and would get thirsty.

Inday opened the conversation by explaining how she knew Joann, and that Joann had told her several months before that, if anything were to happen to her, that Inday should contact me. Joann had told Inday how happy she was with me, and that she had no plans to let that go, but that she had a premonition that something would happen. She even gave Inday my cell phone number (of course with the proviso that Inday would never contact me as long as Joann was with me).

This explained a lot to me. I had wondered why so many of Joann’s friends had tried to contact me, either through social media or by text since she had died. Joann was trying to ensure that I wouldn’t be lonely after she was gone, and it seemed that Joann had been convinced beforehand that something was going to happen.

“That was why I contacted you when I did,” she said. “I thought that other girls would be doing the same, and I wanted to get to know you better, and possibly have a chance with you, before the opportunity passed.”

“This is a lot to absorb,” I replied. “Looking back, I can see Joann doing that. I have to wonder how many girls she asked to contact me. I’m thinking there were several because of all the attempted contacts so far.”

“I knew of at least two other girls who were interested in you,” Inday said. “There may be more.”

Well, if you know anything about me, you know that I stick to the girl I am with like glue,” I replied. “If we date, or get together, then you can count on my loyalty … provided that you are also loyal to me.”

“Well,” she said. “There isn’t much chance of me not being loyal. I have never even had a boyfriend.”

“OK,” balgat escort I replied. “Where would you like to see this going?”

The waitress came back with our water, so we ordered our dinner. When she left, we continued our conversation. “I don’t know,” Inday said. “I don’t have enough experience to even know where this should go, but I think I would like something like what Joann had, if that is possible.”

“OK,” I said. “Let’s start by getting to know each other better.”

It turned out that Inday grew up in southern Leyte. “Inday” means young girl in Bisayan, but in this case, it was her real name and not just a nickname. Her parents were famers, but neither owned the land they farmed nor the land where they lived. This was a normal situation for a very large slice of the Filipino population. She came to Cebu City for school and had recently graduated with a bachelor’s degree in business administration. That was how she knew Joann.

Her main hopes and dreams were centered on romance and the possibility of a happy marriage, but she also thought she would like a career. I asked her if she wanted children, and she said they would be nice if they happened. I told her that I had a vasectomy and asked if that would make a difference to her. She replied that she didn’t think so.

She asked, “Why did you have a vasectomy?”

I explained about my experiences in Laos, and told her all about my history. I finished by telling her about my experience with Hope, and how she had left me after she found out that I couldn’t give her babies.

“I’m sorry all of that happened to you, but I would never leave a man I love because of that,” she said. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“Is there anything else about your past that I should know about,” she asked.

“Yes,” I replied. “My experiences in Laos still cause me to have nightmares.” I then told her about those experiences and fears that had caused my nightmares, and I also told her about some of the triggers that might cause me to act out violently during a nightmare.

“Then I guess I need to be careful about how I hold you at night,” she said. Is there a safe way I could snuggle up to you?”

“Yes,” I replied. Just don’t wrap me up with your arms and legs to restrict movement, and there shouldn’t be a problem. I’ve never lashed out except when I was being confined.”

“I think can live with that,” she said with her eyes a little wider.

“OK,” I said, “How do you feel about sex before marriage?”

She laughed. “Despite what the Church thinks, sex before marriage is the norm here in the Philippines. Of course, I would like to get married, but I would be willing to wait a while if I fall in love with you. Besides, you can’t have children, so there is no danger of that.”

“That’s good,” I said. “In a country that takes marriage so seriously, it is important that both partners are absolutely sure before they marry. How can anybody be absolutely sure if they haven’t had sex.”

“I can accept that,” she replied. “There is no divorce here.”

Our dinners finally came, and we continued to talk as we ate. I was getting to like this girl even more than I had at first. I have found that first reactions are often wrong, so over the years I have become more and more systematic in my approach toward others.

By the time dinner was done, we were both fairly sure that we knew each other. Therefore, it came as no surprise when she asked, “So, where do we go from here?”

I smiled and asked, “Where would you like it to go?”

Without hesitation she replied, “I would like to continue getting to know you better back at your place, if you think there could be a future between us.”

“OK,” I said. “But I hope that you know where this could lead.”

“I think I do,” she replied.

I signaled the waitress to bring me a check, and after paying, we caught a taxi back to my apartment. Inday automatically removed her sandals as she entered the apartment, so I didn’t even have to ask her. Like others before her, Inday was impressed with my apartment.

Her jaw dropped when she saw my bed. “Joann said your bed was very large, but I just thought she was exaggerating. You really could have ten people in that bed just like she said.” Then, she turned and asked, “Is it OK if I lay on it?”

“Of course, it’s OK,” I replied. “Make yourself comfortable. I thought that was the purpose of coming to my apartment.”

She smiled and then crawled to the middle of my bed to lean back against the pillows. “This is so nice,” she cooed. “I could fall asleep here.”

“Maybe later,” I replied. “I’m hoping to get to know you much better right now.”

Inday blushed at that, but then reached out her arms to beckon me. I decided to test the waters, and took off my shirt and shorts before crawling over to lay next to her on the bed in just my boxers.

“Well,” she said. “That surprised me. Do you want me to get undressed too?”

“No,” I replied. “I would like the pleasure of doing that myself.” With that, I leaned bahçelievler escort over to give her a romantic kiss. It was obvious from the start that she had very little or no experience kissing, but more importantly, she was willing to follow my lead.

Inday melted into our kiss. This was better than anything she had ever imagined. When the kiss ended, she sighed and said, “That was my first kiss. Wow!” With that, I kissed her again, this time letting my hands roam around her body. My left hand went to her breast, while my right hand went to her back. Her dress was soon unzipped and her bra was unhooked.

My hands soon both landed on her breasts, and I pulled her dress and bra forward, sliding them off of her shoulders and down to her waist. Now topless, she gave me full access to her breasts. Instead of attempting to block me, her hands went behind my head and neck to pull me even closer to her.

I started kissing and suckling her breasts. With my lips and tongue busy on her breasts and nipples, my hands continued pushing her dress down over her hips and down her legs. As her dress passed over her panties, I hooked them and sent them down as well. Inday was much too absorbed by the attentions I was paying to her nipples to even notice her panties being slid down her legs. When her clothes were low enough on her legs, I hooked them with my toes and pulled them off of her feet, leaving her completely naked under me. The only piece of clothing left was my boxers, and those were soon gone too.

Inday was trembling. I wasn’t sure if it was from being nervous or cold or just excited, but there were small tremors running through her muscles and goosebumps forming on her skin. She never objected to anything I did or complained about anything I tried. Inday had already decided that she wanted me to be her man, and she was willing to do anything to achieve that. Hence, she was completely open to whatever I wanted to do.

After several minutes concentrating on her breasts and nipples, I decided it was time to work my way down her body. My fingers had already been exploring her pussy, lightly rubbing her labia, clitoris and vaginal entrance, but I had refrained from exploring too deeply until I could see what I was doing. When my lips and tongue passed her belly button and advanced toward her pussy, she shuddered, perhaps anticipating what would come next.

Inday’s pussy was bare. The skin was soft with no stubble, so I figured that she had been waxed. This is very rare with regular Filipinas, so I was surprised when I discovered her lack of pubic hair. I decided to leave the discussion of why she had done this to later, as I didn’t want anything to interrupt the moment.

I spread her labia with my fingers and then licked her from her vaginal entrance to her clit, pausing at her clit to suck the little bud into my mouth for a bit. The reaction it caused was very evident in her body. Her body vibrated, and natural lubricant came streaming out of her vaginal entrance. I dipped my tongue into her lubricant and immediately found an intact hymen across her entrance.

Nevertheless, the hole in her hymen was large enough for a steady flow of lubricant. I brought my index finger up to the hole in her hymen and slowly pressed in as I continued to lick and suck her labia and clitoris. My finger slowly worked its way into her pussy, with her hymen stretching around my finger as it was pressed forward. When my finger was two knuckles into her vagina, I was amazed because her hymen hadn’t torn, nor did she express any pain.

I started using the “c’mere” gesture with my finger, rubbing the tip against her g-spot as I continued to suck and lick her clit and labia. That certainly got a reaction. Her hips were rocking against me, bucking up to allow even more sensations in her genitals. She was getting very close very fast, so I just intensified my motions until waves of orgasmic pleasure started washing over her.

As her orgasm flowered, I slid up over her until my cock came into contact with her pussy. Then, I slid it a couple of times through her lubricants and pressed through her hymen and into her vagina. Inday gasped as her hymen was destroyed, but when she realized that my cock was already pressing against her cervix deep in her vagina, she just wrapped her legs around my back and pulled me even deeper into her body.

I remained still for about a minute while Inday’s vagina got used to me being inside of her. Then, I started sliding in and out, slowly and shallowly at first and then increasing the rhythm and depth as we progressed. Pretty soon, my cock was slamming into her in rapid succession and her hips were rocking to meet my thrusts. The whole time I was thrusting into her, she was giving me butterfly kisses and whispering, “I love you.”

I lasted for quite a while, but eventually I couldn’t resist the urge to ejaculate. I felt my orgasm rising and pressed firmly against her cervix, ensuring that my semen would be pumped directly into her womb and beyond. She squealed when my batıkent escort semen was shot into her, gripping my body as she once against was overcome by waves of orgasmic pleasure. In the end, both of us were totally exhausted.

I collapsed and rolled to the side, and as had happened so many times before with Filipinas, she rolled with me, refusing to let my cock slide out of her vagina. I think it is an ownership thing, like, “You are mine. You aren’t going anywhere.” In any event, I have always liked this behavior. It imparts a feeling of being needed and desired.

Neither of us had anywhere that we needed to be, so we stayed in bed sleeping and making love until late the next morning. When hunger pangs started bothering Inday, she asked if I had any food in the house. I told her there were eggs, bacon and bread in the kitchen. She smiled and told me to stay in bed until she came back with breakfast.

Fifteen minutes later, there was a tray full of breakfast for both of us sitting on the bed between us. “I hope you like my cooking,” she chirped. It was just scrambled eggs with crumbled bacon and toast, so I don’t think she could have messed it up. It made for great bacon and egg sandwiches.

When we were finished with breakfast, I moved the tray to the nightstand and pulled her over to straddle me. “Mmmm…” she moaned as her vulva moved against my cock. Neither of us had dressed yet, so her breasts were hanging down in my face. I took advantage and moved to suck her nipple into my mouth. She squealed and adjusted to let me have even better access.

My tummy was getting wet from the lubrication leaking from her pussy, and my cock was bumping against her clit every time she pushed down against me. I was switching between her nipples, trying to give both nipples equal attention, and she was sliding up and down over my cockhead. I wasn’t sure how long I could stand it before I came between us. She must have had the same thought because she reached between us and positioned my cock at her vaginal entrance. Then, she slowly engulfed my cock in her pussy, not stopping until I had hit maximum depth and was pressed against her cervix. She asked, “Does that feel as good to you as it does to me?”

“I don’t know how good it feels to you, but I am in paradise,” I replied.

“Yes,” she said. “That is about what it feels like.” I could no longer stay attached to her nipples as she started the back and forth motion of fucking. She was sliding down all the way until my cock was pressed against her cervix and then sliding up until only part of my cockhead remained sheathed in her vagina. Over and over, faster and faster, harder and harder, she continued. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning and squealing with every stroke.

Finally, I saw her eyes open and then, as her orgasm overwhelmed her, she just stared off into spaced with her mouth hanging open. There was no chance that I could hold on after her pussy started milking my cock, and I was soon pumping load after load of semen through her cervix and into her womb. Paradise. This was paradise.

She collapsed on top of me, and she was soon sleeping peacefully. I soon fell asleep too. We hadn’t gotten enough sleep the night before (someone kept waking me up), so we actually slept for a while during the middle of the day. When I awoke, she was curled up against me with her head in the crook of my arm and her arms wrapped around me.

“So,” she said. “Where do we go from here?”

I smiled at her and replied, “Where would you like it to go from here?” I wanted to know if she already had plans.

I was pleasantly surprised when she replied, “Wherever you want it to go will be fine with me.”

“Maybe a shower would be a nice start,” I said. “Would you like to shower with me?”

She laughed, “Sure. I will shower with you, but that wasn’t what I was asking.”

“I know,” I answered. “I still have to think about the long-term implications though. I hope you can be patient with me.”

“Of course,” she said. “It must be hard on you, since you are still getting used to not having Joann in your bed. I hope that will change over time, but I will be patient. I’m not Joann, and I never will be, but I hope that you will start to love me over time … provided we stay together.”

“Let’s get a shower first, and then we can go to Ayala for an early dinner and some shopping,” I replied. “Then, we can take it one step at a time and see if this works out.”

I stood and beckoned Inday to join me in the shower. I took the towel she had been laying on, and sprayed it with Shout and then put it in the sink to soak in some Oxyclean. Then, I got into the shower to adjust the water temperature. Inday watched everything I did, and then she got into the shower with me. One of the things that sold me on my apartment was the huge shower area. There was plenty of room for two people to shower and also have some fun.

Inday really enjoyed the shower with me, and she was so playful throughout that we paused the cleaning twice to make love again. Once we were finally cleaned, rinsed and dried, we got dressed and headed for Ayala Center Mall. Of all the malls in the Cebu City area, Ayala is my favorite. We started out with lunch, and then we stopped in some boutiques to buy Inday some new sun dresses, sandals, panties and nighties. She had no idea that we would be doing this, and she was extremely excited every time I had her try on something new.

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Nerds of a Feather Chapter 8 Oral Report

Late Nov 1980

The next week was filled with a lot of touching and fondling. Every chance they got, they got naked. Having free rein to fool around at home meant they did not have to worry about where or when they could play. Kara loved to stroke him off onto her tits, and Jake always licked her clean with diligence and enthusiasm. He also loved the look and feel of Kara’s pussy, and he was learning how to bring her off repeatedly without over stimulating her. He was still very careful about touching her down there, remembering that she had told him ‘no penetration’. He was fascinated by how she looked down there, and how she reacted, her dark edged labia changing as he played with her.

The fact that they were allowed to do whatever they wanted at home was amazing. They both made sure to complete all their homework at school so they’d have time to ‘play’ after school or in the evening. They had both been subjected to teasing and ridicule about their bodies and their looks, but now they were discovering in each other that there was someone who thought they were sexy and desirable. Together they taught each other about sex, about foreplay, and about desire.

On Thursday night they were at Jake’s house, fooling around in his room. Kara had stripped him and made him lay on the bed, so she could touch, caress, and tease him. Jake was almost ready to explode when she suddenly stood, and stared him fixedly in the eyes whilst she slowly undressed. He was going to reach out to help get her clothes off, but when she saw him start to sit up she shook her head and said “No, stay there, wait!” Jake relaxed onto the bed and watched her. She’d already got him so worked up he was just about ready to cum.

When she was finally naked, Kara told him to get up “I want you to cum on my breasts again” she said. They switched places and Kara reached out to gently fondle his erection. After all the touching and teasing and the slow undressing, that was all it took to set him off. She smiled and laughed as he shot glob after glob onto her. “I love controlling you like this” she told him. Jake knelt and began to lick and suck his stuff off of her. Kara reached out to run her fingers through his hair as he cleaned her.

When he finished, she laid back on the bed and Jake began to work on her pussy, playing with her lips, stimulating her clit, and stroking her body everywhere he could reach. His touch was like magic to her, and she was soon writhing and shuddering through an intense orgasm. He carefully let her come down, and then built her back up to a second orgasm that had her panting and thrashing on the bed. Jake sat down beside her, softly stroking his hands up and down her torso and caressing her tits.

Kara pushed herself up onto her elbows and smiled. He leaned in to kiss her. When they broke their kiss her smile faded, and she got a curious look on her face. “Jake, I, um, can I ask you to do something for me?”

“Sure, anything.”

“Well, this might be a bit much. I’ve never seen you masturbate, would you um, would you do it for me, like on me?”

Jake was a little confused “You want me to masturbate on you?”

“Yes. I’ve never seen you do that, and I’m curious, I want to see it. Is that ok?”

Jake was kind of embarrassed about doing something like this in front of anyone, but he would do just about anything for Kara. However, this idea went both ways… “Could we do it together? I’d really like to watch you, too.”

“Really? Uh, OK I guess that’s fair. How do you do it, I mean like standing up or sitting?”

“Standing is best, I guess. What about you?”

“I like to lie down, or sit on the edge of the bed. So, do you want to try this now, or um, tomorrow or something?” she asked.

“Well, you just got me off, so I might be kind of slow to go again. But if I’m watching you, uh, I think I can do it. And tomorrow night we were going to try oral sex.”

Kara smiled and shifted around, then she put a pillow under her head, so she could more easily watch Jake, who was now standing next to the bed. They looked nervously at each other, both sort of waiting for the other to start. Kara ran her hands down to fondle her thick bush, swirling her fingers through the thick black hair.

Jake’s eyes widened and he slowly reached down and grasped his throbbing cock. He watched as she began playing with herself. But the view wasn’t great from the side. “Can you turn this way? I can’t really see from this angle.”

“Oh, OK.” she said, and moved so she was sideways on the bed. Kara shifted the pillows and began sliding her fingers up and down her slit.

Jake groaned as he saw this. Despite having cum only a short while ago he felt like he could do it again easily. She watched as his stroking grew firmer and faster, and noted how he would run his thumb over the head once in a while, spreading his lube. She spread her legs more and Jake edged forwards until his knees were against the bed and he looked straight down past his throbbing member at her beşevler escort pussy.

He stared in rapt fascination as she started strumming her nipples with spread fingers. Both of them sped up their motions and Kara changed her finger sliding into more of a cupping scissor action on her pussy. This gave her the most incredible feeling from her clit, and she progressed towards an orgasm very quickly.

Kara started to cum, she squealed and tried to squeeze her legs together but Jake was between her knees and she pressed hard against him. She stopped moving her hands and just clamped them both over her spasming pussy as she shuddered and cried out through her orgasm, staring fixedly at his cock. As hers faded Jake began to cum, thrusting his hips forward and making really short fast strokes. He gasped as he started pulsing globs of semen over her torso. His strokes were suddenly long and slow, one for each pulse as he came. She watched him in awe as he finished.

“Oh my gosh Jake, that was wild. Look at the mess we’ve made!” she exclaimed as she swirled her fingers in his cum. Jake sat down next to her and leaned down onto his left elbow, leaving his right free to caress her.

“There’s less here than the first time. Is there less each time? How long does it take to, um, recharge?”

“I don’t know, I’ve never cum more than twice where I could see the output. I think I came three times the other night but one was in my pants.”

Kara scooped up a glob, sniffed at it, and then licked it off her fingers. “I kind of like how it tastes, but the consistency is weird. I wonder if the reduction in volume per orgasm is linear. Can we design an experiment for this?” she asked.

“Uh, let’s not, OK?” said Jake, as he leaned over and started licking her clean. She laughed again and let him clean her off before they got dressed.

“I was wondering about something,” he said.

“Oh?”

“Uh, like names, like what we call things. I know penis and vulva are technically correct, but they sound so clinical. It kind of detracts a bit from the romance of the situation, don’t you think?”

“Does it? Hmmm. I suppose you’re right. But I don’t want to be using silly pet names for things either, that would be just as unromantic, at least to me. What were you thinking of?”

“Well, colloquially your vulva is called a pussy, and that term generally includes the labia and vagina as well. Would that be OK with you?”

“Pussy? Yes, I guess that’s OK. What about your penis? The term would be ‘cock’, correct? And ‘balls’ instead of testicles?”

“Cock sounds fine, but testicles is OK if that’s what you want.”

“OK, we can try that and if it feels more comfortable we can continue. But don’t be surprised if I use technical terms sometimes.”

They got dressed and went downstairs so Jake could drive her home. When he dropped her off they kissed goodnight and Jake asked “Are we still going to try oral sex tomorrow?”

“Yes, I want to try it, at least once, just to see what it’s like. Are you really sure you want to do that, to lick me down there?” she asked nervously, worried that she would smell and taste bad.

“Well, like you said, we should try it, and if it doesn’t work then at least we know.”

***

Nov 21st 1980

Friday night Jake and Kara decided to go somewhere different for their dinner date and ended up at a seafood restaurant. No movie tonight, they had other plans! They had discussed what little they had learned about oral sex during their visits over the week, from books and from things they had heard, but it was mostly conjecture for them at this point. The fictional accounts sounded ridiculous, and the non-fiction sounded boring. They didn’t talk about it at dinner, as it wasn’t a very private place to discuss such things, but they both knew what was on the agenda and were eager, nervous, and curious about it.

They went to Kara’s afterward, and they were both anticipating the new things they were going to try. Kara was initially leery of the idea, due to how dirty she thought it was, but when Jake had suggested washing each other first, she decided it was something she could try.

They got to her house and hung up their coats. Her parents were sitting in the living room watching TV, so they stopped to chat. Kara’s mom asked her if she was going to show Jake her new dress for the Xmas Ball. “I don’t know, maybe it should be a surprise” she replied with a smile. Jake said he was good either way. Kara excused them and they went up to her room.

“So, are you going to show me your new dress?” asked Jake.

“I was thinking I would surprise you when you pick me up” she said with a grin. It was a very nice dress, and she was nervous and excited about wearing it. She hadn’t worn a dress since she was a little girl. And this one was really sleek and sexy. She hoped Jake would like it.

“I will be waiting with bated breath. But right now we have something new to try.”

Jake opened his arms and she smiled büyükesat escort and slipped into his embrace. They kissed for a while and she started pulling his shirt up so she could slip her hands underneath. “Hmmmmm” said Jake, and he pulled her shirt up and over her head. She pulled his shirt off, then turned around so he could more easily get her bra undone. Jake removed and dropped her bra, then pressed himself against her back and slid his hands up over her breasts.

Kara sighed, leaned back against Jake and stretched her arms over her head. “I love your breasts” he said, cupping the broad, shallow mounds.

“I always thought they were too small” she replied. “The girls at school tease me about them.” This was a keenly felt flaw in her self-image, but Jake’s attention to and fascination with her body had done much to alleviate this.

“No, you have wonderful breasts” said Jake, “Those girls don’t matter to me. They’ve never looked at me except to laugh, never spoken to me except to insult me. Now that I’ve found you, they may as well be invisible.” He continued to run his hands up and down her torso, amazed at how wonderful she felt in his hands. She was so soft, and so sleek, so responsive, she was amazing!

“Oh that feels nice when you touch me like this. You’re wonderful, Jake” she said, then spun in his arms and kissed him. “Let’s go to the bathroom and clean up a bit” she said. Kara took him by the hand and led him into the en-suite. She knelt and undid his pants and pulled them down. Jake stepped out of them, and she saw his bulging briefs and giggled “I want to play with that again” she said.

Jake took Kara’s slacks and panties down together, exposing her dark curly bush. When he stood up she reached down and slipped his briefs off leaving them both nearly naked. “Give me your foot” she said. Jake lifted each foot in turn as she pulled off his socks. Then he did the same for her, stood, embraced and kissed again. His cock pressed against her thigh and she rubbed against him and laughed. “Let’s get you cleaned up” she said.

Kara ran some hot water into the sink and wet a washcloth. She wiped his genitals and then applied some soap. “How does that feel? Is this OK?”she asked as she stroked his soapy cock.

“Ohhh, That’s good…” moaned Jake.

She worked the soap into a lather, and not coincidentally worked Jake into a lather too. “Oh Kara, I’m gonna cum if you keep that up” he said, so she stopped playing with him, took the washcloth and rinsed and wiped away the soap, then rinsed the cloth.

“Your turn” she said, handing him the cloth. Kara sat on the edge of the tub and spread her knees so Jake could access her pussy. He knelt in front of her and said “Oh Kara you’re beautiful!”

She was suddenly seized by feelings of doubt and insecurity. “Don’t say that” she replied “It’s not true!” and tears filled her eyes. All of her issues with her self image came rushing back. “I’m too tall, and too flat chested, and too hairy, and have acne, and horrible dandruff, and eczema. I’m ugly” she said, covering her face with her hands. Jake’s comments about her being beautiful felt so false to her. They were supposed to be honest with each other, and she felt like he had lied to her, and it hurt so much.

Jake sat back on his haunches and said quietly “No, Kara. You ARE beautiful. Next time you’re in a book store, pick up a fashion magazine. One of those things with the latest designs from Paris. Look at the pictures, look at the models. They’re all tall like you, and slim, like you, with long legs, just like you. You have the body of a fashion model. You truly are beautiful. And never mind your acne, that’s just skin deep.” Jake grinned and said “Pun intended.”

Kara stared at him in wide eyed amazement. She could tell he was serious, despite the joke about ‘skin deep’, and that he really did mean what he said, that he thought she was beautiful. No one had ever called her beautiful. Ever. It was simply not a part of her, not in any way. “Thank you” she said in a small voice. “No one ever called me that, called me beautiful, before.”

“Well, I think you’re beautiful, and who else has an opinion that matters? Now where were we?” Jake said, “Does this feel nice?” he asked as he ran his fingers through her curls.

Kara shivered and whispered “Yes.” The feeling of someone else’s hands doing that was amazing. “Am I too hairy down there?” she said, starting to feel self conscious again in front of Jake now that she was faced with a new situation.

The idea of him licking her down there was making her fear his rejection. Her bush was large, thick, long and luxurious. It didn’t grow on her thighs or her pussy much, it was mostly a solid wedge just above her sex. She knew what her pussy smelled like, and thought it was rather rank and unappealing.

“No, I think it’s wonderful” he said as he continued to comb his fingers through her bush, “It’s so soft, and so pretty. It kind of hides your sex but kind of highlights çankaya escort it too.” She blushed at that, and relaxed her legs a bit and spread them more.

“Touch me,” she whispered.

Jake looked closer, and gently ran his fingers along her slit. She shivered again. He’d seen her up close, and touched her already, but he wanted to do more. Most of all he wanted to taste her. He could smell her again now that he was close enough. It was strong but intoxicating! He added soap to the hand towel, lathered it, and rubbed and worked it into her bush and over her pussy. She said “Oh that feels nice, keep doing that.” He continued to rub the cloth up and down her pussy and through her bush. The lather began to obscure everything, and he looked up to see that she had closed her eyes. This was so new, so different, and so wonderful for her. Even when Jake had touched her before, it was not like this. This was so intense!

Jake rinsed the cloth, then started rinsing away the soap. Kara reached out a hand and ran her fingers through his hair. “That feels really nice,” he said, “and you look really nice too.” Jake leaned even closer and looked at her pussy. He gently spread her dusky lips, and saw the pinkness inside.

He touched her ever so gently, but she twitched and said “not so soft, that tickles” so he increased the pressure a little. This time she sighed, and he continued to stroke her, fascinated by the way her pussy lips swelled and spread as her arousal increased. He could see her clit now, just barely protruding from its hood. He touched it and she gasped.

Jake ran his finger tip around her hood, without touching her clit directly. She gasped and said “Like that, yes, faster.” He sped up his movements, and saw how wet the inner pink part was, so he moved the fingers of his left hand in there to feel her opening. “Oh, Oh, more, like that, yes!” she said as her breathing began to get ragged. Jake kept running his fingers up and down her now dripping pussy, as he circled her clit with his other hand. As Kara neared orgasm she reached out to grip Jake’s shoulders to steady herself. She shuddered and moaned through her orgasm and then slipped off the edge of the tub into Jake’s arms.

“Oh Jake that was wonderful, thank you!”

He kissed her and said “Let’s dry you off and try some more stuff in bed.” They finished in the bathroom and went to her bed.

Kara pulled the blankets down and they climbed in. “You lie back and let me try first” she said. Jake laid down and she moved between his legs. Kara started with what she knew and began slowly stroking him. He was about 5 inches in length, and an inch and a half thick. To Kara it looked huge. “So you said that you’re not big?” she asked.

Jake looked down at her as she played with him. He blushed and replied “I’m average at best, probably below average.”

She saw his distress, and realized he felt the same way about his penis as she felt about her breasts. “Wow, I don’t know how this will ever fit, if we get that far. Let alone, ugh, wow, bigger than this?” She thought about the pictures they’d seen in the textbook and asked him “So, are you, um, circumcised?”

He looked down at her as she continued to play with his cock, and said “Ah, yeah, I am. I guess it was a standard practice.”

Then she kissed the head of his penis. She looked up at Jake and smiled, then started licking and kissing his swollen member. She was nervous about this, as she’d always thought that genitals were unsanitary. But she had just cleaned this one herself, so she knew it was fine. After a couple of minutes of kissing and licking she took the head in her mouth. Jake moaned quietly, this was the most amazing thing ever. “Oh wow, I never felt anything like that before!” he said.

She pulled back, surprised at how he tasted. “You don’t taste bad at all.” she said. She took him in her mouth again, enjoying the textures and taste of him.

Kara tried moving her head up and down a little. Jake hollered “AHHH! OWWW! NO TEETH KARA, NO TEETH!!” She had caught the ridge of his head on her front teeth, and it was quite a shock to him.

“SORRY! Sorry, I’m sorry!” she cried, then “Oh! Shhh! We don’t want to disturb my parents!” Kara said. She knew her mom and dad had said they were OK with Kara and Jake fooling around in her room but if they were too noisy about it her parents might change their minds. Kara tried again, this time very careful not to catch the head of his cock with her teeth.

A couple of minutes of this and Jake whispered hoarsely “Kara, I’m gonna cum.” She loved watching him ejaculate, so she pulled her mouth off, pointed his cock straight up and kept slowly stroking him. He spurted the first shot into the air and it landed on his belly. She giggled and took him back in her mouth, swirling her tongue on his head as he finished cumming. Jake felt like lightning was hitting his cock, her tongue was absolutely the most fantastic thing he’d ever felt on him! Once he’d finished Kara swished his semen around and swallowed it.

“That’s so cool. Jake, that was awesome. You don’t taste bad at all, I was worried it would be gross or something. You actually taste good! The head is so soft and smooth, I love the texture.” Her mouth went back over his cock and she swirled her tongue again, savouring his taste. She pulled off and licked up the one blob that had escaped and grinned up at him.

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Author Preamble: This story could go into the Romance category or the Erotic Couplings category equally well. It’s probably a little more explicit than romance typically entails, so I’ve put it into Erotic Couplings. The story contains some “consensual nonconsent”, but that’s not the main focus of the story, which centers primarily on the path through which two people with shared fantasies connect with each other.

*****

I pretended to read my book, but I was far too distracted to make it look believable. The coffee shop was busier than I’d hoped, with a steady stream of people coming and going, and I looked up to observe each of them from my quiet spot in the corner. A man entered, a woman left, another arrived, and every time the small bell jingled over the door, my heart skipped a beat.

I shifted on the couch. This was stupid. It was ridiculous to think that it could happen. I was just going to sit with a cup of coffee and go back to my hotel room. And I hated coffee.

The bell jingled again. A mature woman entered, perhaps in her early forties, petite with black hair. She wore a long stylish coat that was heavier than the weather required, and its hem danced around her shapely calves as she walked. She briefly scanned the room, her mouth set in resolution, her face anxious. Behind her she pulled a small overnight bag, its wheels clacking on the tile floor.

I sat up straight on the couch.

She went to the counter and had a short discussion with the counter girl. As she settled up her order, then waited on its preparation, she again glanced quickly over her shoulder toward the sitting area.

I put down my book, my heart beating faster.

Maybe.

When I glanced up again a moment later, she was distracted, accepting her drink from the counter girl. This gave me a long moment to study her from the back. She had an attractive figure under the coat, her hips slim but curvy beneath a narrow waist. Her hair was cut short, a pixie cut that exposed the back of her neck.

Possibly.

Drink in hand, she turned toward the sitting area. Almost immediately we made eye contact. A brief bolt of lightning surged between us, an innate and intuitive realization of each that the other was real. She looked down at the floor for a moment, then took a deep breath as if she was making a decision. I pretended to look back down to my book, every fiber of my being concentrating on my peripheral vision.

Definitely.

Footsteps approached across the hardwood floor. There was an easy chair across the small table from my couch, firm and high in structure, and she chose it.

She set her cup of tea on the table, casually turning it. Per the custom, a name was scribbled across it.

Sparrow.

I smiled.

I reached to my own cup of coffee on the table, turning it so the name faced toward her.

Hunter.

Sitting six feet apart, the rest of the world went silent and motionless as we studied each other. We had never seen each other, did not know each other’s names, and yet we knew each other intimately. She was just what she had told me, and what I had pieced together from her words over so many months – mature, attractive, graceful – and I hoped that I was what she had pictured. Her eyes met mine, her irises a dark Italian brown. She had a naturally wide-eyed look, the whites of her eyes as prominent as the irises, and the implied innocence both supported and refuted what I knew about her. Eternity elapsed in thirty seconds as we both pondered what would happen next.

I swallowed hard, then my mouth curled into a shallow smile. “Feel free to take your coat off,” I said.

She smiled shakily back, her emotion seeming as sickly nervous as mine was. She looked at the two cups on the table for a moment, then back at me.

“Okay,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

She stood and unbuckled the belt that held her coat closed, then slid it over her shoulders and off. Underneath, she was wearing a snug cashmere sweater of powder blue, tucked into a pleated black mini-skirt that was bold but classy. I nodded my approval. Her curves, not evident under the coat, were quite impressive as the sweater molded itself over them.

She sat back down and picked up her tea. Taking a sip, she looked outside at the overcast day. She and I were just strangers, two strangers sitting in a coffee shop.

She spread her knees slightly.

Behind me, there was nothing but a bare corner. No one could see her. Surreptitiously checking for onlookers, her free hand grasped the mini skirt material, pulling it up ever so slightly.

Oh, my god. She was really going to do it. I could feel my cock beginning to swell.

Another drink, another glance, another slight pull of the material. It was now passing the point of modesty, and no one knew but me.

Without warning, her smile became more emboldened. Seeing that the coast was clear, her fingers quickly walked the fabric, gripping the hem. Up, up, up, and suddenly there was no more leg to be shown. She spread her knees wider.

I had never seen that pussy before, but I knew tuzla escort it intimately. I knew the sparse and neatly trimmed thatch of jet black pubic hair. I knew the graceful prominence of the mons veneris, and the delights that lay below. In my mind and my words, I had touched it, tasted it, explored it, and ravaged it. And now, at long last, I had finally seen it.

She sat still for several long moments, offering it to me for review and inspection and enjoyment. I took full advantage, shifting a bit to rearrange my now rock-hard cock inside my jeans. She noticed and found humor in it.

A man bought coffee and walked in our direction. Spooked by the footsteps behind her, she abruptly dropped her skirt, smoothing it back to respectability.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out the key card to my hotel room. I set it between the cups, halfway between Hunter and Sparrow.

Now a decent and law-abiding woman again, she folded her arms across her breasts, studying it. We both knew the situation; this was her final decision in the dance we had concocted. She could leave now, and we would both walk away into the night, content that our little coffee shop fantasy had come to life. We would be done, and we would both smile at the memory.

If she picked it up, she was committing herself to a much deeper experience.

Our eyes met again. Her narrow eyebrows rose in question, and I nodded.

She picked up the key.

****

It had started so innocently.

We had met in a chat room, just two people who wanted to discuss movies amid a sea of late-night chatter. After a few minutes of typing back and forth, I clicked the small box next to her name, curious to learn more. She was in Portland versus my Chicago, she was in her early forties, a bit younger than me, and she was female. That was all I knew, and for the purpose of discussing movies, it was all I needed to know.

It was supposed to be a one-time thing. That’s the way it works, two anonymous ghosts alone on a winter night, haunting each other’s computer screens for a couple of hours before drifting away. But we liked each other. We connected quickly, having similar tastes and standards, and we each understood the other’s jokes and references. We even flirted a little. After a long discussion deep into the night, we agreed to meet again a week later, and then again a week after that. The discussions began meandering beyond movies. It became like meeting a friend for coffee. We even traded photos, and I was pleasantly surprised. She had nice eyes and a cute mouth, topped off by a stylish pixie cut that swept over her head like a peacock plume. She had a mildly golden-complexion and claimed a half-Italian, half-Korean background, though I had trouble seeing which half of her came from where.

Common folklore is that men and women can’t be friends, that at some point sex inevitably enters the minds of one or both if the relationship moves beyond hello. As a general rule, I scoff at that theory, believing that we are more refined as a species. Sure, she and I flirted a bit, but it was friendly banter. We were just typing. We wouldn’t go over the line.

But then we went over the line.

We were talking about some forgettable trashy movie it happened. It wasn’t intentional, or maybe it was. Maybe it was happenstance, or maybe such things are destined to happen when a man and a woman like each other. Regardless of the reason, it happened.

We were typing back and forth.

Me: It annoyed me that the woman stayed with the villain.

Her: Why?

Me: Are you kidding? He tied her over a bench and let his friends have sex with her. And then in the next scene she’s going out to dinner with him. It’s ridiculous.

Her: Maybe, but not necessarily.

Me: Not necessarily?

Her: Maybe she liked it.

Me: She liked being tied down and having sex forced on her by a bunch of henchmen?

There was a long pause before her text appeared on my screen. I wondered if I had crossed some feminist line.

Her: Some women like it.

I stared at the screen for a moment, pondering my response.

Me: They like it?

Her: Some woman like being taken. Being forced.

Me: How common is this?

Her: More common that you would think. It turns some women on.

This time it was my turn for a long pause. Don’t do it, I told myself. Don’t do it. Stop typing.

I typed anyway.

Me: Does it turn you on?

****

We left the coffee shop, with me pulling her overnight bag. My hotel was only a block away, and the first half block passed in silence.

She bit her lip as we waited at a crosswalk, her eyes focused on the past. “I can’t believe I just did that.”

I couldn’t stop a smile. “Neither can I.”

She shook her head slowly, looking into the street with a smile that was half disbelief, half pride. “That’s not who I am. I’ve never done anything like that in my life.”

The light changed and we continued our walk. “Isn’t that the whole point of this?”

This time, the smile ucuz escort crept onto her face. “Apparently it is.”

I was nine inches taller than her, so she was forced to look up at me. “I’ve got to tell you,” she said. “This is kind of scary to me. My knees are shaking.”

“Mine, too.” I waited several more strides before saying the words that I didn’t want to say, but knew I should. “It’s not too late to call it off.”

“Not in a million years.”

With that, we both burst into laughter. This was the personality I knew from the chat room.

We entered the hotel, and I guided her onto the elevator, placing a hand gently at the small of her back. The touch tingled. I pressed the 9th floor button and we stood in an awkwardness that was thick even for an elevator. I wanted to kiss her, to pull her into my body and envelop her, but that’s not why we were here.

I remembered my duty.

“Did you pick a safe word?” I asked.

“Yes. It’s ‘airplane’.”

“Airplane?”

“Yeah, as in ‘take off’.”

I chuckled. “Okay. You say ‘airplane’ and whatever we’re doing stops immediately. Got it.”

She smiled demurely, her eyes rising seductively to meet mine. “I don’t plan on using it. I trust you. But I want to be close to using it.” She winked at me and smiled.

I smiled back and eyed her up and down, watching from the corner of my eye as the elevator lights moved from floor to floor. What a strange world we lived in. We didn’t know each other’s names, and yet we knew each other intimately. We didn’t recognize each other’s faces in a coffee shop, and yet we trusted each other with our most deeply hidden secrets.

We walked down the hall to Room 955. Sparrow’s key opened the lock. My heart was beating faster. Was this really going to happen?

I took a deep breath and began to get into character. I gripped her upper arm gently, but with strength. “You realize, my sparrow, that once you cross that threshold you belong to me, right?”

Her eyes flashed mischief. “Not necessarily. I’m not easily conquered.”

“We’ll see about that.”

She turned her foot shyly, looked at me for a moment, and suddenly stepped into our personal distance.

It was not a kiss of passion, or a kiss of raw lust, though both would have been justified. Rather, it was a kiss of sensuous understanding, the first chapter of a one-night promise to give each other the gift of a lifetime.

We stepped inside and the door pulled itself closed.

****

Anonymity is a strange thing. You can have secrets that you wouldn’t tell your brother, your wife, your best friend. But if you chat with a stranger on the internet, neither of you knowing the other’s face or name, you can share everything. There is no risk when a screen separates your identity from who you really are.

Her: I fantasize about being forced.

Me: Like rape?

Her: No. Just forced. Or coerced.

Me: What’s the difference?

Her: I have to feel safe. I’m not going to be hurt. But I can’t escape, and I can’t stop it. I’m fighting, frustrated, trying hard, but I have no chance.

Me: Why do you think that turns you on?

Her: I have no idea.

Me: Do you fantasize about this?

Her: All the time.

****

The hotel room was very nice, a small suite with a king-sized bed and a separate sitting area. Outside, the city lights sparkled. Sparrow scanned it for a moment, then turned to face me.

“What now?” she asked.

“Say ‘airplane’ if there’s a problem. But otherwise, you’re in for an ordeal tonight.” I bolted toward her.

“No!” She grinned as she backed away, trying to slap away my attacking hands, but I was much bigger and much stronger. Grabbing her wrists, I used my mass to push her backwards, guiding her toward the bed in a forceful dance. We were supposed to be adversaries, but we couldn’t help but laugh. When the backs of her legs hit the bed, she fell backwards and we tumbled over each other. She somehow briefly managed to roll on top of me, but couldn’t keep the advantage. After a flurry of movement, I inevitably turned the tables and gained the upper position. She fought feistily, though more to escape than to dominate, and the outcome was never in doubt. With each movement I gained a little control over her, used a little more leverage to pin her down.

Eventually I was on top of her, my arms trapping her wrists over her head. I forced my legs between her thighs and began slowly forcing them apart. Our faces were only inches apart, so I lowered my head until our foreheads touched, our eyes filling each other’s world.

“I’m spreading you,” I murmured. “Can you stop me?”

‘I’ll fight for my honor,” she said with mirthful aplomb.

She grunted with effort, her legs flailing as they were pushed apart. Keeping my weight on her, I leveraged my thighs to spread her wide, forcing my chest down onto her breasts. She bucked and struggled, and I let her exhaust her energy as she fought against both me and gravity. “You can’t deny me, little sparrow.”

“Yes, ümraniye escort I can. You can’t take me!”

I shifted my hip a little, forcing my thigh onto her pubic mound. It wasn’t enough pressure to hurt her, but it was forceful enough to make her know that she was falling under my control, that her most vulnerable of areas was at my mercy. “Oh, god,” she said. “I’m in trouble, aren’t I?”

“Admit it. You belong to me.”

“No! You’ll have to force me.” She emphasized the word ‘force’.

Shifting a bit more, I pulled her wrists together over her head. With my left hand, I was strong enough to control both wrists, wrapping them up in my fingers. I now had a free right hand, and it roamed up her side, closing on her breast. I squeezed and explored the soft flesh, causing her buck even more. But with her legs forced apart, her pussy being mashed, and her wrists trapped, she had no leverage.

I ground my thigh gently into her mound.

“I love this tit,” I said, being intentionally coarse in my language. “It’ll be good to grip while I fuck you.”

“You’re too strong for me,” she breathed. I could see her eyes bright and sparkling.

My free hand moved up to her hair. Grasping a handful at the back of her scalp, I gently but firmly pulled, forcing her head back.

“Are you offering me your throat, little sparrow?”

“I have no choice, do I?”

I leaned in, kissing her vulnerable throat, then nibbling it.

“Ohhhhh, you’ve got me in trouble. But I’ll … I’ll hold out.” I could sense her resistance decreasing.

I maintained my assault on her two most sensitive areas, the areas that a woman must protect at all costs. She twisted and squirmed occasionally as I hit a particularly erogenous area, but I held her fast.

I wasn’t hurting her, but I was fully controlling her and she couldn’t escape. We both knew it, so it was just a matter of time. After a few minutes of being mercilessly ravished under me, she conceded.

“Stop,” she pleaded. “I surrender. I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

I raised my head to look her in the eyes. “I want a slave girl to worship my cock.”

For the briefest of moments, her mouth curled up into a smile. She swallowed hard. “No.”

“Then I’ll take what I want. My free hand began moving down her body. Let’s see what I can discover about you.”

Her eyes got wide as my fingers touched her thigh, then moved upward. I shifted my thigh off of her mound, but forced her legs apart even further. I slid up and suddenly I was palming her lightly furred mound, my fingers sinking underneath into the softest flesh imaginable.

She squealed and froze, her eyes locked onto a distant place. She allowed me to explore for a moment as emotions played across her face. As my fingers began to push inside her, she abruptly conceded. “Okay, okay, I’ll do it!”

“You’ll do what? Say it.”

“I’ll be your slave girl.”

“And …?”

“And I’ll worship your cock.”

I lifted my weight from her. “That’s a good girl,” I said. Rising from the bed, I walked to a chair. It was nicely upholstered, with arms that curled around. I sat down. “To the victor goes the spoils. Strip for me.”

She rose from the bed as well, smoothing her clothing as she re-established her decorum. With only minor hesitation, she stepped before me. “Completely?”

“Completely.”

I could tell that she was thinking about something, that her mind had briefly flashed to a different place and time. She looked past me, out the window at the other high-rises nearby. Again, the hint of a smile appeared.

“Okay.”

She raised one foot and removed a shoe, then the other. She was not tall to start with, but I was surprised at how much height she lost when she removed them. I hadn’t noticed how tall her heels were, and how small she was atop them.

Next to go was the powder blue sweater. It was nicely snug, so, it mussed her hair a bit as she pulled it up. Underneath, she wore a red satin bra with lace trim. The color surprised me a bit. She shook her head to get her hair back under control.

“Skirt next,” I ordered. I had already seen her charms below the waist in the coffee shop, and I had just felt them as well, so I wanted to save her final surprise for last.

Nodding, she unhooked the skirt and shimmied out of it, her hips moving smoothly and fluidly with a dancer’s grace. God, that was a great pussy. I delighted in the contrast of the pure black hair against her skin. I’d never been with a woman who had a golden-hued skin tone. It gave her an exotic look, mysterious in a way that made one want to explore.

“Now the bra?” she asked.

I nodded.

Reaching behind her, she unhooked it, then let it slide forward down her arms.

She had beautiful breasts. They weren’t the perky tennis balls of a teenager, but were those of an adult woman, well rounded and slightly oversized on her small frame. Her areolas were dark brown, slightly irregular in shape in a way that made me want to trace my finger around them.

I smiled, soaking in her nudity, the signalling of her complete submission and vulnerability as I sat fully clothed. She studied her body herself for a moment, running her hands over her breasts, her waist, her hips as she looked down upon her form. I watched her move, lithe and rhythmic, her hips tilting and her breasts showing supple resilience as her hands passed over them.

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He walked into the dimly lit room, a smile slowly inching onto his face. Even as his eyes adjusted to the light, he knew where the petals were leading him to. He could find his way here even in the dark. He had just come home from work and had followed the trail of red rose petals from the front door, up the stairs, and to the one room he would always be willing to be led to; their bedroom.

He made his way to the bed, a bit surprised to find only a folded piece of paper with a kiss mark on the corner. The mark was left by the lips he had been thinking about all day and had been longing for since he pulled into their driveway that night. He picked up the note and held it to his nose. It smelled just like her, a light flowery aroma with a hint of vanilla. He loved the way she smelled. He unfolded the paper and read the words “Turn around” in her writing.

He did as he was told and, as he turned back to where he had just come from, he caught a glimpse of a figure in the doorway. It was her. She stood there leaning against the door frame in, what he assumed to be, nothing but her black silk robe. Her hands were lightly gripping the tie that held the fabric to her bare skin and her hair fell loosely around her face, her skin glowing in the light.

She slowly began to walk towards him, loosening the knot between her delicate fingers. As the tie separated, her robe slowly fell open to reveal the smooth skin just between her tender breasts. He could already see her nipples beginning to break through the soft fabric, responding to her heightened arousal and his own reciprocating as a slight bulge began to form through his pants. As the tie came apart completely, so did the robe, revealing first her tight stomach and then the small, neatly üsküdar escort trimmed patch that hid what he was waiting for most; her sweet pussy. Just as she came to stop in front of him, she let the robe fall to the floor revealing herself entirely. She looked up at him with a teasing smile as he took her in with his eyes. She was absolutely beautiful.

He placed both his hands on either side of her head and bent his own head down to kiss her lips as she stood slightly on tip-toe to reach his. As they kissed passionately, his hands slowly wandered past the contours of her body. He kept one hand on her lower back, slightly squeezing the roundness of her ass, as the other wandered down to her chest. He caressed one breast in his hand and then the other, giving the nipple a slight enough pinch to make her moan before he moved on to her belly. Her skin was as smooth as the silk of her robe; his fingers flowed across it easily. He reached to cup the soft mound where her thighs met, as his other hand pulled her closer to him.

She broke her lips from his to pull off his shirt and reveal his own bare chest. She kissed his neck as she began to unbuckle his belt and undo his pants. While breathing into his ear, she gave the soft skin of the lobe a nibble before she returned her attention to his pants as they fell to the floor. He stepped out of them and then lifted her up, her legs wrapping instinctively around him. He laid her down on the soft bedding and kissed her neck before kneeling in front of her legs which hungover the side of the bed. As he spread her legs apart, she began to shift, knowing what pleasures were in store for her. He nuzzled his face between warm thighs, yenibosna escort breathing in her familiar scent. He could already see how wet her pussy was and lightly licked the moist lips to take in her taste. He was immediately overcome with her sweetness and began to lap up her juices eagerly, sliding back and forth across the outer labia until her pussy opened to him wanting more. He slid his tongue inside of her, thrusting as far in as he could. She began to moan as the sensation toke over her. He began to nibble on her clit as it emerged from its hood and she could almost take no more. Hearing her own pulse in her ears mixed with her moans she could no longer control herself and came for what would be only the first of many that night. He continued to lash her with his tongue, sucking up every drop her pussy let out.

As her orgasm subsided, she ran her fingers through his hair begging him to come to her. He stood in her view and she could see his own member waiting to be let out of the last bit of clothing he had on. She sat up to pull down his boxers and was greeted by his fully erect cock. She licked the tip playfully, which sent him to moan in response. She slowly took him into her mouth, sucking with her tongue. Her hand wrapped around the base and began to stroke his shaft as her lips worked their magic on the head. When he could barely take anymore, he turned her around on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed. He teased her by rubbing the head of his dick against her plump lips, entering just far enough that his head was completely surrounded by them. She moaned in anticipation. After taking himself out of her completely, he shocked her as he thrust himself zeytinburnu escort into her in one fluid motion. He waited for her pussy to adjust to his the sudden movement and then began to thrust in and out. He put a hand on her shoulder and pulled her up so that she rested against him. He grabbed onto her breast to help her begin to raise up and down onto him. She moaned as another wave of pleasure took over her and he stopped the movement, kissing her neck as she basked in her second orgasm. He sucked lightly before pulling himself out of her, his cock bathed in her wetness.

She laid down on her back as he positioned himself over her. Entering her again, this time even more slowly then the first, her lips almost throbbed as they “pulled” him into her. He bent her knees and entered her slowly then completely out again. She moaned as she could feel the head squeeze in and out of her tender lips. He began to thrust faster and faster, their breathing rising with his tempo and she began to raise her hips to move against him, his cock reaching the vast deepness of her pussy. He then raised her legs over his shoulders and she fully engulfed his vastness. Another orgasm built up in her as he began to pump her with a new earnest, the walls of her pussy beginning to milk him. Her pussy contracted completely as they met their peak and he exploded within her, filling her with his hot load. He thrust once more before they laid silently catching their breath. He kissed her once more, then pulled out, his cum beginning to leak from inside her. He lapped up their mixed juices before laying down as she got up to clean him off, licking off every bit of them from his still slightly hard cock. She kissed his thigh as she began to move back up his body. She kissed his chest and sucked on both his nipples before giving him a long kiss on his lips. He pushed her hair back behind her ears as he laid a kiss on her forehead, then she laid beside him, resting her head against him. She lightly caressed his chest as he wrapped his arm around her, caressing her smooth back and they fell asleep pleased from the night’s event.

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The clutter chokes my desktop, grows by yet another brief, another chronicle of greed, another record of mischief, the litigants all blueblood scum, their minds diseased and rotten, whole reams of folly, capping yellow piles now long forgotten, if unbalanced, if untended, if not pruned, if not clipped back, this unruly paper hedge would overgrow my coffee black.

My morning coffee, strong and black, steams in its jet black mug, sweet pheromones of ripened beans, my hands a warming hug, I close my eyes and brace myself against the slogging day, against dullards and gladhanders who simply will not go away, yet for silken silent seconds, sipping softly, breathing deep, I forget the hordes of halfwits and ignore the crowds of creeps.

This ritual is sacred, when the only human sounds are soothing slurps of sustenance strained slow from holy grounds my quiv’ring lips like fingertips as they dance over Braille, a reverence like Percival paid to the Holy Grail, this blessed bean! My smiling eyes look down, and in a flash I see a pubic hair–just floating there!–amid the neon splash.

Your grandma sports a hickey! Your wedding ring is brass! The Mona Lisa’s got a moustache and the Priest farts during Mass! A violation voluntary? A desecration by design? Or a sign of territory by some twisted, tortured mind? My fumbling fingers fish it out, this first of all my clues, I yearn, I burn to find out how, and why, and when, and whose?

It sprouted up from female soil, of this I have no doubt, this flaming incandescence from a land that knows no drought. I twirl it twixt my fingertips. I hold it to the light. Is she daring, driven, playful? şişli escort Is she cultured? Erudite? Is she waiting now, and wondering? Is this her special test? Is she weeding out the wannabees too weak to make this quest?

It’s red, this hair, a dopplered flash flung from a dying star, the hot blood on a Viking’s beard in brutal twilit war, this is the red of rage, of lust, the bright hue of the id, the brimstone red of flames that cleanse we sinners of our sins. This is the red of danger signs. Of trouble soon to breed. Of a scarlet wench who knows somehow the color of my need.

* * * * *

I played doctor to a red-haired girl at green and gawky seven. I confessed this sin, not knowing that I’d had a glimpse of heaven. An auburn nymph was first to slip her tongue inside a kiss. A redhead coed was the first to pull me down to bliss. I was blind and taut with frantic lust for a russet divorcee Who took me with my wounded heart and screwed my hurt away.

I remember well the pleasures. Yet some things I still suppress: my ripping heart, dark drunken days, black poisoned loneliness. Each time a redhead beckoned me, I followed without blinking. And afterwards I knew too well which head had done the thinking. Yet their hold on me was more than just their mastery of friction. They freed me from the primal fears that were my soul’s affliction.

Since childhood I had kept a little nightlight in my room because my fevered brain would conjure monsters from the gloom; but a redhaired college bedmate worked to cure me of my shame; she bound my hands, shut off the lights, and taksim escort played with me a game where in the darkness I would find her hiding, soft and nude, by following the fragrance of the musk she would exude.

Another redhead led me to the rooftop late one night when I confessed to her I harbored still a fear of heights. She stood me, leaning, at the edge to see the frightful drop, unzipped me, took me out, and sucked me like a lollipop, and blasted me into a realm astride some astral plane, where any worldly altitude seemed paltry and mundane.

Deep in our brains are memories we share of fins and gills, of trilobites and plesiosaurs, ancient whales and krill, yet the ocean terrified me ’til an alabaster Druid, (or so she said) would guide my head and nurse me on her fluid, and lead me from her bungalow down to the tropic tide, and as we bobbed pray to the moon and squeeze me deep inside.

These therapies of skin and blood unplugged my plugged-up spirit. Still I would brood on solitude, and soon began to fear it. And worse: I claimed dominion and enforced it zealously; and each love suffocated from my stifling jealousy. Through coursing tears their eyes were clear; each left me on my own. They recognized I had to face my loneliness alone.

* * * * *

Does it appear I’ve faced this fear? My life is only me. My mattress subtly sculpted to a lone anatomy. My closet holds a regiment of suits and pinpoint shirts. Dried whiskers fleck the bathroom sink; the tub is ringed with dirt. The fridge gives life support for mold from now-forgotten food. Spread everywhere topkapı escort are spreading women, always in the mood.

I slave beneath flourescents, overwhelmed by inert stacks, with a lukewarm mug of coffee, but the door split just a crack; the blinking stream of light a beacon from the bustling day, and like grinning kamikazes, colleagues leap into the fray, and this hair I hold a talisman, a sign that says this prison is just illusion. (In my shorts a crocus has arisen!)

If Purgatory’s a procedure wherein sinners scrub their souls, and purify their purposes, and elevate their goals, it’s enough for me right now to know that all my past transgressions, my lies, my rage, my cruelty, my cuckold-fear obsessions, can be the shedded skin I wriggle out of, and now bare, prepare to follow like a star this perfect pubic hair.

(Could we be kindred spirits in our ruthless introspection? Do mocking ghosts of childhood still proclaim your imperfections? Did schoolmates taunt you then because when they went out and played, you plopped beneath a favorite tree and read books in the shade? When you wrapped yourself from head to toe to hide your ivory skin, did you conceal with hateful zeal the heart that starved within?)

O Carrot-top, I’m glad you stopped today to leave this token! It’s a gift of self so intimate; yet questions need be spoken: will I know you when I see you? When I drink of those blue eyes, will your sweet soul sit inside that sip to signal it’s the prize? Or will you coyly turn away, having plucked for me this blessing, to revel in my heart’s mad chase, and cruelly keep me guessing?

But my questions do not open doors nor strengthen wimpy will. So I grab my groin, hold high this hair, and vow to search until I wear your thighs as earmuffs and I lap your secret juice, and close my eyes and breathe the fragrance from your verdant sluice, and trail my tongue between your breasts and gently kiss your brow and enter you, in celebration of the Here, and Now.

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