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Okay, so you want to hear about my strange prom and the decision I made to give my prom date my virginity.  The first thing you should know is that I had been planning the event for years, long before I really knew what prom was supposed to be like.  By the time I was old enough to go to prom I was more than ready to give a guy my cherry.   So, I had everything all planned in my head.  Of course, what some teenage girls call a plan is often referred to as a fantasy by those older and wiser.  This was no exception.  My fantasy was to have a handsome hard-bodied man take me to prom, proud to have me clinging to his arm in a low low low cut dress that made every other guy envy him the soft globes of mammary flesh that settled softly on his arm.  And he, of course, would be a dashing hero type, with muscles on his muscles and fighting the inevitable hardon that my sexy bod would spontaneously manifest in him.And we would be the belles of the ball, as it were.Fantasies, as they usually do, fall apart at first contact with reality.  There were several candidates at my high school to be my hero of choice and recipient of my juicy cherry.  My dilemma was which one would ask me, and if I should hold out if A asked me and I thought B might still ask, or if C asked me first and I really wanted to go with B or A.  Somehow, in all the weeks of dressing sexily and doing the strangest mating dance steps to gain their attention, I somehow discovered that A, B, C, and also D, E, and F had all asked other girls to the dance!Whoops!?  Okay, so what’s plan B?  Well, actually D, E, and F were plan B.  Okay, so what’s plan C?  Uh.  Well, there is no plan C.  Better think fast girl, they don’t let singles buy tickets for the prom.Now a little context.  Being a high school kid, I obviously lived at Bostancı Escort home.  I had a mother and father, like most kids.  And I actually had a pretty good childhood, my only complaints being a workaholic father, which meant he was rarely around or involved in the family, and a helicopter mom back in the days before helicopter moms were really a thing.  This made her entirely, uniquely, annoying.  All the more so for helicopter mom’s being such a rarity at the time.  Anyway, my mother was there at the kitchen table one morning, and whether I really felt like talking to her about it or not, it was a momentary lapse of reason on my part to bare my prom concerns to her.  But, it was a week before the prom.  Time was running out fast.  So, I poured out my soul, bemoaning the fact that all six of my intended candidates had looked right over me.  Or, to be more precise, they looked past my amply displayed cleavage.  Hell, at least I had cleavage.  Most girls either had none at all or way too much because it was the byproduct of their resemblance to the Bordon Farms milk cows.So, anyway, I told her my troubles.  And she was appropriately sympathetic, which was both a pleasant surprise and more than I had really expected.  However, further surprising, and irritating, me, she said “Amykins (I absolutely loathed that nickname, but I could never get her to stop), I have the perfect solution for you.  Your cousin, Eddie!”  She was all excited, as if she was the one that was going to prom.  I had yet to learn of people that enjoy life by living vicariously through interfering in other’s lives.  Sometimes I think that little psychological foible was invented for my mother.But as she continued to prattle on about how Eddie wants to go to a prom Bostancı Escort Bayan and his school doesn’t have them so naturally, we would be the perfect couple.  Yada, yada, yada.  Okay, Eddie was alright, he was tall dark and handsome, and though he was my cousin, nobody at school knew that.  I’d make up some story about him being my boyfriend from another school or something.  This could work.But, I thought late that night, what about my primary focus?  Getting my virgin pussy deflowered and planted properly.  Well, I’d have to shelve the idea for the moment, but not necessarily take it off the table.  Confused by my own mixed furniture metaphors, I went to sleep knowing I would at least get to go to my own prom.  I promptly had an intense erotic dream about Eddie.  I woke up wondering if that meant I was destined to move to the South.  They dated and married their cousins all the time, didn’t they?Prom night arrived, Eddie arrived in a vintage Chevy Chevelle with a custom 440 engine, with glass pack and nitrous and the whole nine yards.  It was way better than a limo!  Mommy dearest waved and said she would see us later.  It didn’t register.  I thought she meant after prom or something.  So, Eddie and I rode in silence for a few moments until he finally turns to look at me.  He literally had not looked at me the whole convoluted mess of picking me up and handing me into the car, etc.“Holy shit!” he exclaimed.  I just grinned at him.  The dress was smokin and I knew it.“Like the dress?” I asked with a grin.  He grinned back and subtly (not) adjusted his seat to get comfortable.  Inside my guts were churning out butterflies faster than a hot summer day after a heavy rain makes mosquitos.He reached back into the back seat and brought Escort Bostancı two cold beers back and offered me one.  Okay, so it’s not real champagne.  It was the champagne of beers.  Good enough.So we talked.  And we caught up on what we’d been doing since the reunion last summer.  That had literally been the last time I saw him, and otherwise we saw each other about once or twice a year.  He had grown, appreciably, since I’d last seen him.The beer was good and cold.  He had a cooler stashed in the back.  I was starting to love that car even more.  I asked about the cooler and the other mods.  He smiled proudly.“I did it all myself,” he proclaimed, “Back seat cooler for beer, storage rack for cassettes, amp for the quadraphonics, power source, nitrous tank and valve spreader.”  As he talked it occurred to me that it was now a two-seater muscle car.  Or maybe three.  It had a bench seat in front.“So there’s no room in back for anybody?” I asked, keeping my voice light.  And I saw the light go on in his brain as his eyes locked on mine.“Hell, Amy, it never even occurred to me you might want this to be… like… a real prom.”  His smile had faded to a frown.  I sighed and patted his arm.“Not your fault, Ed,” I said quietly.  And I told him about my stupid fantasies and how it had been undone at every turn.  I told him how I had planned, as so many girls do, to lose my virginity on prom night with my hunky date.So, we talked.  He had just broken up with his long-term girlfriend and had been going through the male equivalent of what I was.  Not the virginity part, but the part about not wanting to miss one’s own senior prom.  He had hoped to go to his girlfriend’s school’s prom.  He smiled at me and reached out to pull me to him with his arm around my shoulders.“Well, we’re going to prom.  And we’re gonna dance, and drink the crappy punch, and maybe even find a blunt somewhere.  We can stay out late and get a dawn breakfast at a greasy diner and let the whole town wonder who the guy with little Amykins is.”  I was smiling when he started but I smacked him on the shoulder at the end.

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Father of the Bride 1: Their last night of blessThere was a knock on the door. John jumped to his feet, hoping and praying that it would somehow be her. He dare not hope for something that could never be. She was gone. She couldn’t get him out of her mind. The last time she saw him and the way he made her feel when he touched her. The last time they kissed, he undressed her, laid her down in their bed, and wrote his name all over her sweet little kitty, so she wouldn’t forget who she belongs to: Daddy.John opened the door and saw her beautiful face. Gail’s eyes instantly lit up when she saw her father. It had been six weeks since they were last together. She had moved in with Larry Chanlorer, the man she would marry tomorrow. She had been thinking about John for days. She had been busy planning and all the parties, so didn’t have time for her father.    ”Hi, may I come in?” she asked her father.    How could he say no? John stepped aside as she walked past him; he felt her body lightly brush up against him. That slight movement sent John’s body railing with lust. They walked hand in hand upstairs to the bedroom that they once shared. They needed to talk. But at that moment, the need to touch, to feel, to fuck took over. Nothing on God’s good green earth could have stopped what was about to happen. The moment John and Gail were behind closed doors, the fire Anadolu Yakası Escort of their burning lust overtook them. They stripped each other bare, leaving nothing between them except raw need. Kissing, touching, and letting go of the loneliness they felt for the last six weeks. John laid Gail down in his bed. Looking into her beautiful eyes, he saw all the love she felt for him, and John could no longer hold himself back. Kissing the top of her head, John worked down to the sweetest pair of nipples that he has ever tasted. John’s mouth never tired of her sweet taste. Sucking on those sweet tasty nipples and playing with her titties made him feel alive again.  Larry wasn’t much of a lover. He never gave Gail the time or attention she needed to feel like a woman. But John knew how to make his daughter feel like a woman. That is why spreading her legs for her father was so easy. He never let up, not for one second, in going after what he wanted. While John enjoyed feasting on Gail’s delicious hard nipples, one hand traveled down her long, lean body until he found the inside of her bare thigh. It was as smooth as silk as he saw the heaven he sought. Taking two fingers, he opened her sweet tight pussy and dove right in. It took no time at all for John to go from sucking Gail’s titties to eating her pussy. Gail couldn’t Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan stop the tears from flowing. John made love to his daughter as if it would be their last time together.As always, Gail made love like a dream. Her body was made for John’s pleasure. John knew from the first time that they were together that she would be like no other he has ever known. At sixteen, she blew his mind in bed; given her father everything he wanted in a lover. Now at twenty-two, she was still the best thing to ever happen to him. John rolled off her body after letting his dick marinade in her sweet pussy. He pulled Gail in his arms; it was time to talk.”How am I going to do this? Walk you down the aisle and watch you marry a man I know you don’t love. Gail, you belong to me. You have ever since you were sixteen, and I took you to my bed, and we pledged our love to one another. Baby, I know why you feel you have to do this. But you don’t. We can leave tonight. We can take the jet wherever you want to go. I love you, baby, and all I want is a life with my sweet Gail.” John knew it was a long shot, but he had to try.Gail knew her father meant well. And as much as she loved the thought of the two of them running off together, too much was at stake. She caressed his face and stared into his beautiful blue eyes. Escort Anadolu Yakası Gail loved him so much. But she couldn’t let John risk everything for her. John Thor was the head of a million-dollar company. He had people depending on him for their livelihood. ”Dad, I love you. I would love to run away with you and live the rest of my life as your wife. But we both know we can’t. Even if we could go away together, Larry would never let me go. He would hunt us down and drag me back. And what about you, Dad? Do you honestly think Larry won’t come after you and the company if he finds out his beloved Gail has been fucking her father for years? No, dad, we can’t risk it. But the good thing is that we have all night.” She snuggled in his arms.Knowing she would have to leave him soon, John kissed her again and got back on top. She felt so damn good as he started to push inside his Gail. As always, her body was nice and tight. John had to work for it, but he never minded the hard work; Gail was worth it. He laid on top of her again with her legs spread wide so he could have easy access to the finest piece of pussy the pussy gods ever made,John guided his cock towards her beautiful garden. The moment they made contact, John lost it. ”I’m sorry, baby,” John said as he slammed into her full force. Gail took a hard pounding that second round. She knew going in that rough sex would be on the menu. John felt so good inside her sweet pussy. It was her turn to show her dad how much she loved him. Gail always had a way of making John feel like a million bucks when they were together, that she doubled her efforts to make him feel like he would be her man forever. And all was right in their world again.

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“Mrs. Wells.” Patricia, naked, and in a somewhat of a hurry, gave chancellor’s Glover’s secretary a pleasant nod on her way past.“Professor Walsh.” Louise returned the courteous gesture. Again, when she noticed all that delicious cum on the professor’s face, she felt her bare nipples aching to be touched. For a quick moment, Louise closed her eyes and imagined the sensual feeling of Chancellor Glover shooting all his thick, chunky cum all over her face.“Oh…” A wonderful sigh of desire left Louise’s lips. Though when she opened her eyes, a slight wave of embarrassment took over. Once again, she found her hand on her breast, lightly pinching her nipple.With her arm under her sizable breasts, trying to keep them from jiggling too much, and with her skirt and handbag in the other hand, Patricia made her way to the classroom just across the hall.Oh good… Luckily, with the celebration going on, the room was empty.Now, let’s take some nice selfies for Trevor… With a loving smile, Patricia headed over to one of the desks to put down her skirt and get her phone out of her handbag. Just as she did, however, he felt that the cum that had pooled so nicely between her soft pillowy breasts began to trickle down.“Oh.” Not wanting her husband to miss out on seeing such deliciousness on her, Patricia gently let go of her heavy breasts, whilst at the same time running her fingers between them, scooping up all the sperm, and smearing it all over her chest.With her breasts now covered in shiny cum, Patricia instinctively licked the rest of Chancellor Glover’s semen from her fingers.“Mm.” The manly taste made her imagine Glover on top of her, plunging his thick black cock deep inside of her. She could also see her sweet husband sitting there, stroking his smallish erection.Oh, Trevor… The urge to send a selfie to her husband grew with each second that passed, even more so when she glanced down and saw how shiny her breasts were. She knew how much her husband would have loved to have licked the cum from her juggs and sucked her big nipples.But at least she could send him a nice surprise, and with a big smile on her face, Patricia eagerly picked up her phone and held it up in front of her. However, just when she was about to snap a photo, she saw the video button.Hmm, maybe I should send him a sexy video instead… Patricia was rather surprised that she was considering filming herself since she had always felt a bit awkward doing so. She never knew what to say, or if she should say something. With photos, it was much easier. Just smile, point, and click. Though she had a pretty good idea as to why she felt so much more confident. And it had all to do with the wonderful day of Jabari and the joy of being seen topless by so many handsome black men.So with her camera phone on record, Patricia held her free arm across her luscious chest and looked into the lens pretending it was her husband.“Hi, honey…” Patricia smiled and gently pressed her arm against her soft breasts making them spill out over and under her arm. She knew how much it drove Trevor crazy when she used her arm like a bra.“I just had the most wonderful time in Chancellor Glover’s office.” She licked her lips slowly for the camera, tasting Glover’s cum as she did.“Mmm, I wish you could have been there, Trevor, and watched me worship his big black manhood.” Patricia Kadıköy Escort reached out further with her phone, giving her husband a better view when she let go of her heavy breasts. The moment she released them, they fell for a split second and then softly bound back, ending their fall with a wondrous jiggle.“And boy was his hefty balls filled with cum… So much delicious cum.” Patricia panted. Her eyes glistened with lust. She had become so aroused that her free hand had found its way down to her pussy, where she lightly rubbed her fingers against her clit.“Oh Trevor, I wish you were here to lick my boobs.” Another soft moan left her lips as she brought her phone closer to her chest. She wanted her husband to see all the shiny and spermy mess on her breasts.“Oh Trevor, suck my nipples… Suck all of Mr. Glover’s cum from my boobs.” Patricia rubbed her clit in just the right way and suddenly an incredible waterfall of emotions washed over her body.“Uhhh uhhhh!” With his fingers around his meager penis, Trevor spurted intensely onto his exposed belly. As soon as he had clicked on the magnificent video from his loving wife, and seen her naked, he unbuttoned his shirt, knowing that he would come. He had even leaned into his monitor on his desk and had pretended to lick Patricia when she had zoomed in on her breasts.“Oh, Patricia.” Trevor breathed heavily and leaned back in his chair with a romantic smile on his face. He loved her so much. He just knew that he had to pick flowers for her. In fact, he wanted to make sure that he remembered.“Linda.” Trevor pressed his secretary’s number on his office phone.“Yes, Mr. Walsh.” Trevor’s ever so bubbly secretary glanced away from her open Instagram page. Her new Jabari medallion that her boyfriend Nick had given her for the celebration dangled between her naked and firm breasts as she leaned over her intercom.“I’m going to buy my wife some flowers on the way home. Could you remind me on my way out later?” Trevor rewound Patricia’s video once more and played back the part where she showed him her cummy breasts.Mm, that would have been something… Trevor imagined sucking the cum from her amazing breasts.“Sure thing, Mr. Walsh, I’ll make a note of it.” Linda took out the calendar and wrote it down on today’s date.“Thank you, Linda.” Trevor had to look at the video one more time before returning to his work.Over in professor Jakande’s office, the lusciously dressed Amarika were going over some details about next week’s African studies classes with her Icelandic teacher’s assistant Katrin.“How are you coming along with your research on Dayo Kambanda?” Amarika saw the interest in her assistant’s eyes when she mentioned Kambanda.“Really well. It’s so amazing to learn about all the wonderful things he did for Iceland. Like how he rescued the two hunters from a polar bear, and how he united the northern tribes and brought peace to the island.” Katrin had such admiration for the man who had made his way from Africa, via Norway’s coast to Iceland, in the early 12th century.“Professor Ágústsson from the Icelandic Museum of history, actually just sent me the translation from a runestone that Einar, one of the hunters that Kambanda saved, had made.” Katrin went through her notes and found the translation.“Ketill and Einar raised this stone in Kadıköy Escort Bayan celebration of Dayo, the mighty warrior with ebony skin, who saved them from a bear and brought much pleasure to their women, Auður and Hallbera.”After reading the translation, Katrin looked excitedly at Amarika, whom she considered a mentor.“And from what I’ve been able to piece together from various sources, rune translations, accounts told from one generation to the next, when Kambanda brought Ketill and Einar back to their huts, their women, Auður and Hallbera prepared a great feast to celebrate the great warrior that had saved their men. It is also told that Auður and Hallbera were so taken with Kambanda that they wished to be without clothing in front of him. Which I can certainly understand.” Katrina smiled. Her bare nipples stiffened with the thought of being fully nude in front of a black man.“Oh yes.” Amarika pictured herself naked in front of a certain black man, coach Amos Banks. A thought that made her big nipples poke against the soft fabric of her dress.“And something I learned and found very romantic was that Ketill had asked Kambanda on the first night of the feast, if his woman, Auður, could worship his impressive ebony manhood.” Katrin thought of her sweet boyfriend Jeremy who often did the same thing.Amarika tried to remain professional throughout Katrin’s story, but the thought of worshipping Amos’s thick cock, to feel its heaviness in her mouth, to suck it, simply proved too much, and for a split second she allowed herself to close her eyes and imagine.“Knock knock.” Two taps were heard on Professor Jakande’s open door.“I thought I saw you come in, Amarika.” Amos Banks sported his usual charming smile whilst he marveled at Amarika’s beauty. She looked stunning in her African dress. A dress that truly put her incredible figure on display.“Amos.” Amarika’s eyes flew open with surprise. In her mind she had been on her knees, admiring the girth of his cock, and now he was here. She was so wet for him. She wanted to take her dress off. She wanted him to tell her what to do. Anything he wanted. But she had to resist, she was Amarika Jakande. She was strong.“You look absolutely beautiful.” Amos walked over with such confidence and gave the woman he had been dating and was infatuated with a light kiss. As he did her arousing perfume filled his nostrils with desire.“Mm… thank you.” Amarika let out a soft sigh when Amos released his kiss. She was helpless near him. She didn’t want to be strong around him. She wanted to be naked. On her knees. She wanted to worship him.Katrin had remained by Amarika’s side, quiet. She felt it would be improper to say anything. Her eyes, however, took in the handsomeness of the muscled black man. There was no doubt that he taught sports with how he looked. His arms and pec muscles looked like they were on the verge of bursting out of his T-shirt. And those weren’t the only things that were bulging. Along the side of his left leg, Katrin saw the outline of his tremendous cock.“You know, I was hoping to see you before…” Amos leaned in for another kiss. He simply couldn’t resist her sweet lips. This time he lingered. His tongue met hers. His hand slid down her hip until he felt her curvaceous behind.Oh yes, Amos… Amarika hoped with every Escort Kadıköy fiber in her being that he wouldn’t stop.“The…” Amos leaned back for just a moment. In the heat of things, he had forgotten what he wanted to say. He was too struck by Amarika’s beauty. And with the lust he saw in her eyes, he leaned in once more. This time he kissed her neck.“Oh, Amos.” Amarika slanted her head back in pure enjoyment. In the corner of her eye, she saw Katrin standing there, and with her hand on Katrin’s shoulder, she motioned her assistant down onto her knees. She wanted her to pleasure Amos’s heavenly manhood.Katrin followed Amarika’s lead without hesitation. The anticipation of going down on the handsome coach had her nipples fully erect and aching for attention.Wow… Katrin gasped at the wonderful and bulging outline of Amos’s cock. She wanted to reach out and feel it. Stroke it. But she wanted to be proper.“May I worship your amazing manhood?” Katrin looked up at Amos who had just slipped Amarika’s left dress strap down her shoulder, revealing her ample breast.Amos was just about to suck on Amarika’s juicy tit when he heard the young woman’s voice. Looking down he saw Katrin on her knees gazing up at him. Her blue eyes filled with anticipation for his answer. Though his attention had been on Amarika, he had naturally glanced over at the alluring and very topless blonde on his way over.“Yes, you may.” Though Amos wanted to watch Katrin take his cock into her mouth, he was too horny for Amarika. Even more so since he could feel Amarika’s soft breast gently nudging against his forehead.“Mmm.” Amos turned to Amarika and engulfed her tit’s entire areola with his mouth and sucked her nipple hard.“Thank you.” Even though he was enjoying Amarika’s bosom, Katrin felt the need to let Amos know how grateful she was for a chance to worship his black cock.“Oh, Amos!” Amarika felt her other shoulder strap slide down her arm, and before she even had time to imagine the pleasures to come, Amos had both of her breasts in his hands, fondling them, and sucking them, one at a time.With joyous heartbeats, Katrin grabbed the sides of Amos’s sweatpants and pulled them down carefully.“Ohh.” Katrin paused and sighed at the sight of his thick root. She found the foretaste of a black man’s cock so arousing. And the more his lengthy shaft came into view, inch by inch, the more wet Katrin became. And when she finally reached his knees, and his rock-hard cock bounced out of his sweatpants, almost tapping her pretty face, a pre orgasm rushed through her body.“Ohh.” Katrin trembled blissfully with Amos’s manhood slightly jutting up and down in front of her. The sheer size of it had it hanging in a downward angle, and for a moment whilst admiring its allure, Katrin wondered if she would be able to take the thick head into her mouth. And just as she was going to reach up and gently hold it up with both hands, which, in her experience, had always been necessary with black men’s cocks, a hefty bead of precum flowed out of its pee slit.Quickly Katrin pushed her tongue out and licked up the sweet and delicious bead.“Mmm.” With the taste of Amos’s manly juices, Katrin couldn’t take the anticipation any longer and with her mouth open, she took his bulbous cock head, almost in a thrusting manner, into her mouth.Ohh yesss… Katrin felt so happy that she could fit it in her mouth. That she could suck it.“Mghmm.” With both hands, all ten fingers wrapped around Amos’s girthy shaft, Katrin began to suck the head of his cock. Her sweet lips sliding back and forth. She was in absolute heaven. To be able to worship a black man like this was beyond words.

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My newest neighbor and friend, James, was married to a fun and beautiful woman named Clarissa.  From the very beginning, I made them feel welcome in their home and helped them get settled in.  Over the next few years, we became very close and were often at each other’s homes.  James felt like a brother to me from almost the beginning.  We shared common views on nearly everything that life offered.I ran a small business and worked crazy hours while Clarissa was a nine-to-five secretary.  James was a traveling salesman of sorts and was away from home for a few days at a time.  As he climbed the corporate ladder, those stretches seemed to increase, leaving Clarissa and me to spend more time together without him.  Feeling about James like a brother brought on the natural feeling about Clarissa as a sister-in-law, but there was more.As their absences from each other grew in length, so did their time alone with each other when James finally returned.  James being gone more left Clarissa and me to help each other with meals and chores.  Helping her out more meant spending less time trying to find a woman for myself.  Not that I minded since my luck with dating had become futile at best lately.  I honestly wasn’t all that interested in other women and realized I was falling for her.When James was around and available, we began talking a lot about sex.  I wasn’t getting any, and with his time away, neither was he, that is until he got home.  One Saturday night, while Clarissa was on a rare night out with girlfriends, James and I got drunk, and he admitted something unbelievable to me.  He said that the last several times that he’d been home, he wasn’t able to make love to Clarissa.  It seemed that the stress of his job was beginning to affect his libido.  On top of the job pressure, he placed increasing pressure on himself to satisfy her due to his absences.”She says that she understands, and I do please her orally but can’t seem to get hard enough to penetrate her.””Have you tried any of the medications?””I can’t due to my high blood pressure meds.  And the high blood pressure is a result of my work, of course.””It sounds like the job needs to go.  Life’s too short to do this kind of damage to your body and your relationship.””I only need a few more months to close this big deal, and I’m a lock for the Marketing VP job that is being vacated by Stan.  He’s retiring and has already named me as his choice to replace him.  That means no more traveling if I get the job, which is why I need this big contract to seal the deal.  There may still be some late nights, but I’ll come home to my wife every night.  So, I have a favor to ask, Sam.””Of course, buddy.  What wouldn’t I do for you?””Don’t say that so quickly.  You may regret being so flexible.””What could it possibly be?  It’s not like you’d ask me to…”As Sam’s eyes lit up in recognition, I cut him off with, “I’m not telling you to do it.  I’m saying that I’d rather it be you than some complete stranger.””Do you think that she needs it that bad?” I questioned.”Unfortunately, I do.  So that is why I’m Ümraniye Escort saying that if she comes on to you, I give you my permission to take care of her.  It’s you or some Casanova that ends up giving her a venereal disease.””Okay, let’s play this out for argument’s sake.  We’re having dinner, and it happens.  Is she going to feel tremendous guilt and not talk to me again?  Will I lose my best friends over this because if so, I’m out!””I’ll talk to her and let her know that you are an option if she wants to go there.  And, I’ll tell her that she’s got a free pass as long as I’m unable to take care of her.  I don’t want to see it happening or hear about it either.  I have absolutely no interest in being a cuckold or in a threesome with another man.  That shit aside, I know that you care about both of us, and I’ve seen you stealing glances.  Just don’t get too comfortable or fall in love.  Once I get this job, she’ll be all mine again, understood?””Certainly.  But I hope that it never happens.””I know.  That’s why I picked you.””So, I’m just supposed to be a sex toy for a while.  Is that it?” I offered with a growing smirk.”Is that such a bad thing?””I just think that it will be harder to get back to normal if something happens between us.  I foresee hard feelings between us when she leaves you for me, that’s all.” I said, beginning to chuckle towards the end.”If she leaves me for you, then so be it, but I’ll tell you upfront that she’s an expensive one to have around.  Why do you think I’m working so hard to get this promotion?  Between the commissions, I’ll get on this deal and the increased salary for the promotion, I’ll be able to pay off the house.  Then a whole lot of pressure will drop off of my shoulders.””Okay, this is getting way too serious.  If something happens, we’ll deal with it, but I’m not losing friends over sex.   So, can we talk about something else now?””Sure, buddy, but you’ll take care of her if she’s desperate, won’t you?””I can’t imagine that it would be that bad, but I’ll try.  Can’t you just get her a dildo or something?””Sure, I’ll do that.  Now, let’s watch the game and have some more beer.””Sounds excellent!”The evening wore on as we ate pizza and got drunk while rooting for our team.  We both woke to Clarissa coming home and turning off the television.  As she got James off the couch and headed for the bedroom, I waved bye and walked home.The following morning was Sunday, so I slept in a little.  Waiting on the coffee to brew, I looked out my kitchen window to see James hopping into an airport taxi.  Flashes of the evening crossed my mind as my head begged for that first shot of caffeine.  Sitting at the kitchen table, I checked my personal email while finishing my first cup.  Amongst the ads and sales, there was an email from James.  He reminded me of our deal and let me know that he had discussed it all with Clarissa.As thoughts like, ‘what have I got myself into,’ passed through my head, I hoped that nothing would come of it.  But, I didn’t want to avoid Clarissa either, Ümraniye Escort Bayan so I set off on my morning ritual of visiting her for Sunday brunch.  We’d been doing this for some time now because she hated to be alone right after James left for another week.  It was usually just pancakes and eggs before we tackled the two lawns.  Clarissa would do the weed-whacking while I mowed.Walking into the kitchen, I smelled the bacon as she started the pancakes.  “Morning, neighbor!” I bellowed as I entered through the kitchen door.Clarissa turned to me and smiled as I sat at her kitchen table.  “I’m happy to see that you came for breakfast this morning.  With that talk that you two had last night, I was afraid that you might be scared off.””Listen, we’re adults, and if something does happen between us, then we’ll handle it as adults.  I just don’t want anything to come between our friendship.””Worst case scenario, we do it, and I fall madly in love with you.  We get married and then move to Rio, where you leave me for your transvestite lover,” Clarissa said with a straight face.Busting out laughing, I fell off my chair and continued to laugh hysterically.  Moments after, I started laughing, so did Clarissa.  For the next half hour, even as we ate, one or the other of us would just begin chuckling at the thought.With breakfast finished, I headed back to my house to get the mower while Clarissa got her battery-powered weed-whacker.  We did our thing on both of the yards, only stopping briefly for some water.  But, every time that I passed her, I began to snicker again, as did she.  After finishing the lawns, we headed to my backyard and had a cocktail by the pool.  Again, this was part of our ritual.  We’d found that doing these things together eased Clarissa into being alone and both of us back into the workweek.It probably helped me as much as her since I’d had so much trouble dating lately.  I was getting to that age where I’d like to settle down again but still didn’t have the time to commit.  My first marriage was when both of us were very young, and it just didn’t stick. Fortunately, we didn’t have any kids, and it was a mostly amicable split.  But now, fifteen years later, I was beginning to need someone again, and I think that’s why I enjoyed my time with Clarissa so much. We were like an old married couple that spent time together without any real intimacy. There was no pressure.  It was all about spending time together and nothing else.It was Thursday night during a bad storm that Clarissa asked me over for dinner.  I knew that thunderstorms made her anxious, but lately, she seemed even more scared.  She’d made some flounder in the broiler and had some fresh veggies and a salad to go along.  Just as she pulled the fish from the oven, lightning spread across the sky, and the thunder came like an explosion immediately.  A second or two later, the lights went out and stayed out.”Fuck!  I hate this shit!” Clarissa screamed.I found my phone and turned the flashlight in her direction.  Not seeing her Escort Ümraniye at first, I calmly asked, “Where are you, Clarissa?” Then, seeing her hand raised above the counter, I scrambled in her direction.  I helped her to her feet, and she held me firmly, like a whimpering child.  I held her too as I soothingly if she had any matches and candles.  It took her a few minutes to quit shaking, and until then, she didn’t speak.Finally finding her voice, Clarissa  croaked, “This way.”  She eased her grip and pulled me toward the pantry.  I handed her my phone, and she located some jar candles and a pack of matches.  We carried the back out and placed them on the counter, lighting them all.  Clarissa stayed close by as we placed them all about the kitchen.  Now there was enough light to serve and eat dinner. Even while eating, she sat right next to me, unlike our usual across the table dining.After the meal, we cleaned up and headed to the living room with many lit candles.  Sitting on the couch like we were going to watch tv, we both laughed as she picked up the remote. “Okay, how about this?” I offered as I brought up the Netflix app on my phone.As I perused the categories, Clarissa whispered, “Nothing scary.””No problem,” I replied as we settled on a drama of some sort.  At some point during the movie, I dozed off and awoke to the storm acting up again.  I’d no sooner figured out that I was still on her couch when Clarissa came pounding down the stairs to clutch me much like an octopus might.  I held her back as the lightning and thunder passed.  Once she lightened up a little, we heard another boom in the background.Clutching me firmly again, she begged, “Stay with me tonight, please.”Looking into her eyes, I saw genuine fear.  I hesitantly agreed, “O… Okay.”Clarissa immediately began to rise while attempting to pull me with her.  Unwilling or unable to release me, even for a second, she quickly plopped back down on top of me.  With a grin on my face, I said, “Really?  You think that you’re strong enough to pull me up?”  She smiled too and released a few nervous giggles before we stood up together.  Heading for the steps, her grip started to loosen as her fear ebbed.Reaching the top step, we saw another bright flash before the slow crack of thunder.  Clarissa jumped into me with her arms around my shoulders and her legs clinging to my waist.  Fortunately, her jump into me pushed me against the wall and not down the steps. With no other choice, I carried her to her bedroom.  With her still firmly affixed to me, I slipped off my shoes and lowered us onto the bed, side by side.Clarissa’s face was buried between my neck and shoulders, and there it stayed. Then, as she gradually calmed down, Clarissa relaxed her grip and fell asleep in my arms.I woke to her alarm beeping with her still in my grip and me in hers.  As I began to move, Clarissa whispered, “Not yet, Sam.  Hold still while I hit the snooze.  I need a couple more minutes of snuggle time, please.”She rolled away and back seamlessly like it was a daily occurrence.  Pulling me in even closer, Clarissa again buried her face into the crook of my neck.  Enjoying the closeness but also fearing it, I felt my little head making its own decision.  My hope that Clarissa hadn’t felt it as it grew was spoiled by her comment, “Mmm, that feels nice.”  With my rise out in the open, she pressed in closer.

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Marlene and Henry Schofield had been married more than forty years, having married when they were both in their late teens. The marriage was not one where a pregnancy had brought it forward because they were very much in love but two children did arrive when the Schofield’s were in their early twenties.Like most marriages, they had their ups and downs over the years, but they were generally happy although, in more recent years, disagreements had become arguments and sometimes the arguments became more heated. Sex between them had tailed off to the extent that it was now just about non-existent, but neither of them was particularly responsible for that, just as neither of them was particularly bothered.This particular day they had had a disagreement about something trivial in as much as Marlene mentioned that she had seen that a particular programme was returning to TV and Henry had replied that he had told her that last week.”No, you didn’t,” insisted Marlene.”I did, I told you,” persisted Henry.”You fucking didn’t,” retorted Marlene with her dark eyes blazing.”Calm down, it is not worth getting upset about,” said Henry, although he knew that he had told her.”I will not calm down, you did not fucking tell me,” stormed Marlene.”I have had enough of this, I am going to my office; Perhaps you will have calmed down by lunchtime, ” said Henry with his ‘office’ being a spare room from which he worked two or three days a week.During the morning, Marlene was still seething. She was very temperamental, Ataşehir Escort something that Henry put down to some Latin blood, on Marlene’s mother’s side of the family. Her fiery personality had been exciting throughout most of their marriage, but Henry was starting to find it tedious in recent times.Late morning, it dawned on Marlene that Henry had in fact told her about the programme but backing down was not in her nature. If Henry did not mention it anymore, then fine, but if he brought the subject up again she was going to stick to her guns. The simplest thing for her to do would be to admit that she now remembers him telling her and to apologise for her outburst but Marlene Schofield was determined to do neither.Normally at lunchtime, Henry took a half-hour break from work to have a coffee and a sandwich. He entered the kitchen to find Marlene sitting there, already with a coffee and with a face like thunder.”Oh I see you are your normal happy self, ” said Henry sarcastically.”Fuck off, ” scowled Marlene.”Charming; You need to grow up,” said an exasperated Henry.”I said fuck off, ” repeated Marlene with her eyes looking straight ahead and not at Henry.”Marlene, you are behaving like a spoilt child, you should have your bottom smacked, ” said Henry but only as a figure of speech, not because he had any intention of doing it.”Fuck you, ” said Marlene, by way of a bit of variety.”I shall have my coffee and sandwich in my office, I cannot put up with your Ataşehir Escort Bayan behaviour,” said Henry before leaving the kitchen with his lunch. Marlene had dug herself a hole although she could still get out of it with a bit of backing down and maybe grovelling, but that was not her way of doing things.Throughout the afternoon, Marlene continued to fume, although she did not really know why she was fuming. Also, although she did not know just why, the words ‘bottom smacked’ kept coming into her head. Normally she prepared a meal for the two of them for soon after 5 pm when Henry finishes his work for the day, but she stubbornly and childishly did not do so.Henry was not surprised that there was no meal ready and he took it calmly. Marlene’s mood appeared to be as black as before, but Henry calmly said, “I am going to get fish  Do you want fish Turn the television off,” ordered Henry and Marlene meekly complied. Henry sat on the chair with Marlene standing to his right-hand side. She nervously clenched and unclenched her fists.”This will not be a fun spanking you know,” said Henry.”I know that,” replied Marlene.”But you deserve it, ” added Henry.”I know that too,” replied Marlene.”You have probably deserved it for quite some time,” Henry went on.”Yes, I have been a bitch and I deserve a good hiding,” said Marlene.”Exactly, now get over my lap,” said Henry.Marlene was quite a big woman, she certainly had a big arse and that arse was currently Escort Ataşehir covered by a rather tight black skirt. She lay over her husband’s lap. He moved her body slightly and he felt his cock start to stiffen. Marlene was looking at the carpet, waiting for the assault on her backside to start and start it did.Henry spanked hard from cheek to cheek. He spanked at a quite regular pace and Marlene started to squirm, but she did not, initially, cry out. It went on and on SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! from one buttock to the other and Marlene was uttering “Oooh’s” and “Argh’s” as her husband continued to spank hard.Henry had not pre-decided the number of spanks, but he was mentally counting and he had delivered fifteen to each cheek when he stopped. Marlene was red-faced and breathless and had tears in her eyes and her arse was sore. It registered with her that the spanking had come to a stop but what happened next came as a bit of a shock, “Get up, take your skirt off,” ordered Henry.She was mortified that the spanking was apparently going to continue without the protection of her skirt, but she obeyed and scrambled up and unzipped and dropped her skirt. Henry noticed a damp patch in Marlene’s black knickers before he said, “Back over,” and Marlene again sprawled over his lap.Henry looked at his wife’s very full buttocks in the black underwear and then went on with another series of cheek-to-cheek spanks, but now, with less protection, Marlene was yelling more and she was bucking and writhing.Henry was having to use his left arm to keep her in place as SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!  echoed around the room punctuated by yelps and sobs and cries from Marlene who was also very aware of mounting sexual excitement in her vagina.Henry had given each cheek another fifteen slaps when he said curtly, “Knickers off”.

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LaneRain pattered on the aluminum roof over my head.  Arms crossed over my chest, I stared at the water pooling and rippling with tears at the edges of the dark and gutterless street.  Looked down at the beads dotting my pink toenails and wondered if raindrops were like snowflakes, every one different than every other.  I wished I was water, always changing but never broken because there was always a new form to take, a new bead to join with, whatever.  It wasn’t like that for me.  Some of us didn’t get a second chance. Headlights arced across the cement block motels up the road.  I felt my body tense, but I walked closer to the street.  The lights washed over me: my beige wedged sandals, skinny white legs, and I shut my eyes.  Listened to the car come closer, closer.  I held my breath.The noise of the engine kept going, diminishing until swallowed by the night.Seconds ticked by.  Swallowing against a dry throat, I exhaled and opened my eyes. Nothing but night and street lamps.  Lights on the wooden motel sign.  A low hum of cars from the highway a mile away.The best place on the way to the suburbs for a ho.  The worst place for me.  The only place for me.Such a fucking cliche.Heels from the right raced toward me, clacking over the static of rain.  I glanced up, hugged myself tighter and backed against the wall as a figure under a black umbrella hurried closer.  Hazes of amber streetlights and red-lettered signs shone onto her white tank, denim shorts, and gleaming legs.  When she got under the roof, the umbrella tipped sideways.Long, oily blonde hair with dark roots.  Smoky brown eyes and a smile with tiny teeth, making the rest of her face seem impossibly young.My roommate, and the best friend I had in this world.The tension in my shoulders eased.“Lane!”  Boots shook out her umbrella and tossed it into the corner.  She ran her hand over her hair and smiled up at me.  “You braved it out!”I shook my head.  Looked back out at the inky wet streets.  “Needed the cash, babygirl.  You know.”“Yeah, I know.”  Shaking her head, she stepped to the edge of the sidewalk in her clear platform heels.  “Any biters tonight?”We shot the shit for a moment, talking and laughing as if we weren’t working.  Rain diminished into sprinkles and faded.  Headlights whizzed by, catching the water on the pavement, their consistent anticlimactic existence rendering them nothing of significance.  Everything seemed the same as it had been for months, until a forest green truck splashed into the gutter and stopped.  It took my voice away.  Along with my breath and any strength I could’ve mustered to be who I was supposed to be.The window sped down.  A man leaned into the passenger’s seat.  Receding hairline, blonde or grey.  His facial bone structure was lost in the thickness of his beard, a certain double chin if he had one in the first place.  His glittery, wide set eyes were on Boots.“Lookin for a good time, baby?” Boots called.  She flicked her fingers down my arm in the familiar see-ya gesture, and sashayed to the car.His looked at me and back at her.  “Only from a real woman.  You got a real pussy, bitch?”I bristled.  Clenched my teeth and ripped my gaze away.  Stared hard down the streets.  God love her, I felt Boots look at me.  She gave a fake giggle.  “Girlfriend’s got her mama’s figure and her daddy’s hardware, baby, nothing wrong with that.  But I got what you need.”As she got in the car with him, I tossed my hair back, fingers dwelling on the scar on my neck just below my hairline.  A constant reminder of near-death.  The fragility of life and the business, as memories of countless friends disappeared into the recesses of society without a breath of anyone coming looking for them.Leaning back against the concrete of the building, I crossed my arms over my chest.  Pressed them against me until I felt the outline of my knife in my bra.  Gotta make a living.  Woman up, Lane.Headlights shone in the humid haze in front of me.  Bright LEDs, new.  I peeled off the wall and walked to the edge of the sidewalk.  A black Jeep slowed to a stop in front of me.  The tinted window rolled down.  The driver had short, dark hair.  Narrow eyes and a perpetually pursed, small mouth.  Intensity all over Maltepe Escort his expression.  Logan Marsh.  Assistant District Attorney extraordinaire.I flicked my tongue over my top teeth, feeling my lip raise, and folded my arms.  “Can I help you?”“After everything you’ve been through, you’re out here again.”Steeling my mind from remembering, I shrugged.  “Don’t tell me Edison’s on your way home.”“Tonight it is.”  Something softened in his expression, followed by a lift in his lip.  Smile, apology, wince?  I looked at him harder.  Tried to see into his eyes, read his truth.  A car passed and I straightened.  “I’m not testifying.”“I don’t care.”  “Since when?”“Since he killed a woman who fought back as hard as you did.  We have DNA.  You’re welcome to testify, but the case doesn’t need it.”The guttural sigh was out of me before I could reign it in.  My limbs felt weak, my throat mashed in.  “You have DNA.”“Yes.  He’s a lawyer, so it’ll be a trial.  But the DNA, it’s indisputable.”  “Okay.”  I felt my head nodding, but I couldn’t comprehend anything anymore.  “So why are you here?”His dark brows furrowed, driving deep lines into his forehead.  “Why are you?”Me.  I felt my mouth drop, anger burning my gut.  Fighting for control, I scanned the empty streets then leaned on the edge of his window, letting my ass hang out.  “I work here.  As you know.”“Correct.”  His lips pursed, then flattened as he stared into my eyes.  Guarded, yet intense.  “But you’re halfway to a Bachelor’s degree in sociology.  Why wouldn’t you pursue that?  You’re smart.  Strong.  Beautiful.”The last word made my stomach fall to my knees.  We stared at each other.  His head tilted an inch to the left.A truck rolled by, water hissing under the tires.  I let out a breath.  “Listen, you don’t have to come out here and save your tranny victim.  No one expects that.”“Not why I’m here, Lane.  You determine your life, not me.”  He scraped his face with his hand and looked at the road in front of him.  Hooked his fingers over the top of the steering wheel.  “I see a lot of people who think they’re out of options.  That their life is tainted and frozen in the direction they’ve chosen.  It’s not my business.  I respect their decisions.  But… something tells me that you don’t understand your worth.  That you’re so much more than who you’ve chosen to be right now.”I stared at him.He met my gaze.  “I don’t know you, Lane.  Just your statistics.  Your history on paper and how you were victimized.  That’s my job.  But something keeps pulling me back to you.  Something else.”“Stop,” I whispered, balling my hands.“I wanted to be the one you heard it from.  About the man that assaulted you.  Not the news, not some stranger.  Me.”The softening of his voice made the hair on the back of my neck rise.   I looked at the streets lit up under his headlights.  Then the sides, shadows in an overgrown ravine and in between dark buildings.  Thought of the motel just around the bend, where number 13 used to be my second home.My skin felt like it was crawling with bugs.  “Lane?”“Unlock this door.”“It’s unlocked.”Sighing, I pulled the handle and opened it, slipped in the seat and shut the door.  “Shouldn’t just leave it unlocked in this neighborhood.”“I didn’t leave it unlocked for the neighborhood.”This motherfucker right here….Fighting a smile, I looked down at my pink toes on his neat black floorboard.  “Drive, Mr. Marsh.”“Logan.”  But he let his foot off the brake.  Coasted us into the roadway, left hand fingering the twelve o’clock of the wheel.  No ring.  But there should’ve been.  Someone like him with a cushy lawyer job, nice car, nice looks, probably some money.  He should have a wife.  Probably had a lot of things going for him.  Unless someone saw him with me.“You didn’t think this through, did you?” I asked.“How do you mean?”“What happens when you get caught with me.  You can’t claim you didn’t know what I am.  Not to mention you and I together…. it’d jeopardize the case.”  At the words, shock iced the meat of my limbs.  “No.  I’m recusing myself,” Marsh said.“What!”“You’re surprised.”  He glanced at me.  “You can’t dump this case.  He assaulted me!”“And he killed another woman.  Maltepe Escort Bayan My mentor, Gopi Kumar is a better lawyer than me, and much more objective.  He’s handling the case now.”“Objective,” I whispered.I waited a few long moments, losing myself in the quiet hum of his engine.    Goosebumps broke out on my shoulders, my body warming as my mind blanked.  I cleared my throat, a little green street sign catching my eye.  Adams Street.  We flew past popular bars, smokers at the walls.  People hanging around at the street corners, as old as I was when I hit the streets, on expensive cell phones and fancy shoes.  “Where are we going?” I asked.“I don’t care.  Habit, I was driving home.  But you tell me.”Boots and my apartment flashed through my mind.  The worn red sectional, my mattress on the floor.  Sex, fucking, smashing, whatever you wanna call it.  But it didn’t fit.  Because god damnit I wanted privacy.  Intimacy.   Something scary, vulnerable, and beautiful, where I could pretend for just a moment I could lean on someone.  That I could be loved.“Lane?”“You have roommates?”  My voice was raw.“No.”“Your place is fine.”In moments, I recognized Murray Street and the city rescue mission.  The homeless and transients that grouped together on the sidewalks, in the parks.  I caught my reflection in the window.  Red and orange lights flashed on my face, shadows finding the fine grooves of my wrinkles at my forehead, the corners of my eyes.  The hollows under my cheekbones, and every sharp line in my face that showed my assigned gender.  I sighed.  Shook my head and looked forward.  “Is Boots going to worry about you?” Marsh asked.No.  And… maybe.  I crossed my legs and ran a hand over my knee.  Pressed the short, thick bones under my skin, deep pressure to remind me I was alive.  In control.  “What you think you know about Boots?”“She’s a real friend.  A good person.”  His brows flexed together, eyes narrowing at the road.  “She visited you in the hospital, took you in after.  Like a sister.  Or a survivor herself.”The knife in my bra suddenly felt more solid against my breast and I remembered carving it down a white forearm bursting with dark hair.  Remembered Boot’s fingers on mine, and whispering to her about it in the hospital.  She’d spread the word like wildfire.  The summer was easier for everyone.  Winter not as much.  “This guy y’all caught… he got any tattoos or piercings?  Scars?” I asked.“Yes, but I can’t talk about that.”“Why.”“What if you change your mind and want to testify?  Then you can’t do a lineup.”“They’d say you picked me up and told me everything, so it doesn’t matter anyway.  Don’t be putting on an act now.”Marsh laughed—unexpected, unfettered.  Light.  “You’re right.  But you’d never testify.”“You right about that.”  Wetting my lips, I looked ahead as he turned into a parking garage.  Drove up the incline to the second floor.  “He have a scar on his forearm?  Long one?”“Ugly thing.  Glad you branded him so everyone knew who he was.  Nice little break in the case too.”  He nosed into a parking spot blazed with a yellow 124, then clicked the car into park.  Looked at me.  I reminded myself to breathe, but the air barely touched my lungs before I sucked in another breath.  “Who said it was me?”“People.  And no one.  As it should be.”  Quiet fell between us, laden with promise.  With expectations.  Hope.  Ripping my gaze from his, I stared at my hands.  Wiped at the smooth surface of my pink fingernails and exhaled, blood singing through my veins.  “This is crazy.”“Why.”“You know what I am.  Everyone you know, knows who I am.”“Good.  Less I have to talk to them.”  I looked up at him.  “They got a problem?”  He shrugged.  “Fuck ‘em.”Dizzy, I grabbed the armrest on the door.  “They’re big a part of your world, Marsh.  Don’t be stupid.”“They’re a big part of my job.  My world is for someone else.”I swallowed.  Raked my hair back and stared at his intense eyes as if something in their depths would give me an answer.He looked at my mouth, then back up.  “Lane… I’ll be blunt.  I want to spend tonight, the next day, and every day after, worshipping your body and immersing myself in your mind.  Let me know now Escort Maltepe if you don’t want that and I’ll back off.”“What…” A giggle escaped my lips.  I covered it, horrified at my reaction and terrified at his.  “Have you ever been with a trans woman?”“No.”  His eyes dropped to my mouth again.“A man?”“No.”  “Then what makes you think—”“Don’t overthink every fucking thing right now, Lane.  Yes or no, God damn it.”  His voice was rough, and his body seemed tight.“Have you thought at all?”“It’s all I’ve done!” he exclaimed.My skin was on fire, my brain frozen at his outburst.  The flare of passion, emotion.  Happily ever afters didn’t exist.  Not for me or people like me.  But in this moment, chest full with emotion, I wanted to believe.“Okay.”  His head ticked to the side.  His fierce expression melted into concern.  “Okay?  That’s not what I’m looking for, Lane.  Do you want me?”“I… fuck.  Don’t make me say it.”He took my hand.  Looked down and traced the outline of my finger.  The first, the second.  Gentle and slow.  “I’m not looking to bully you into letting me love you.  I want to know how you feel.”Love?“You’re insane.”  “Maybe.”  His eyes met mine.  Didn’t look away.“Oh forget it.  Yeah, sure.  Fuck the world.”The grin that dawned on his face was disorienting.  A smile fit for a frat boy, if not for the deep lines in his five-head and the eerie memory of his inflexible grim expression.  Marsh pushed the ignition button, turning off his car, and was out in a flash.  I reached for the door handle, only to grab air as he pulled it open for me.Laughing, I clasped the bar above my head with one hand and grasped my headrest with the other.  “You gonna do this chivalry stuff the whole time?”“Of course not.  There’re only so many doors.”  He sounded as reckless and excited as a teenager tipsy for the first time and I stepped out feeling like I was trying on an actual tiara, existing on a breakneck high.  I glanced around the garage floor and its peppering of sparkly cars and amber lights.  We were alone.  He walked to the corner of the floor toward a red gleaming exit sign.  Looked back at me, but I didn’t meet his eyes.  Just followed him into the elevator.  Watched him swipe a card in a slot before hitting the button for the first floor.  The doors shut.  I swallowed.“0229,” he murmured.  “In case you want to leave without me, just hit those numbers on the keypad and it’ll let you out.”But as the elevator ascended, gravity in chaos, I scoured his face.  A white cis-male full of privilege and arrogance last year.  And now?  He looked down at me with a bottomless softness. 0229, I reminded myself.The elevator doors slowed to a stop, then opened with a dull tone.  Smiling, he took my hand and led me down the cream-colored hallway to the corner apartment.  Entered a code at the door and pushed it open, dropping my hand to flick on a light.His apartment opened into a living room.  A white sectional facing a tall TV on the wall.  Open bookcases, minimal books and more small paintings and knick-knacks.  The threshold into the dining room was a foot of wall on either side of the opening, making it seem like the apartment just went on and on to the kitchen in the back.  Charcoal-colored cabinets.  Stainless steel appliances.  Butcher block counters.  All the masculine stuff of remodeling shows.  Money.  Real money.  Class.Hearing a clack behind me, I turned to look at the door.  Marsh’s fingers were on the deadbolt.  He raised his brows.Oh.I walked back to him and reached for his belt.“No, Lane.”  He grabbed my wrists, pushed them back to my body. Air wooshed out of my chest. Panic lit my veins.  Grip lightening, his gaze burned into mine.  “I…I want you.  You have no idea.  But I need to show you—do you want something to drink?  Wine?  Water?  Juice?”What the fuck?“No.”  He let my wrists go, but caught my fingers and curled them to his mouth.  Kissed my knuckles and smiled.   “I’m going to draw a bath for you.”  Fingers loose on mine, he led me to the left of the living room and through a small hallway to the master bedroom before letting me go.It was only slightly bigger than a normal bedroom.  The walls were cream-colored, the queen-sized bed covered with a thick comforter with thin blue and white strips.  Rows of pillows bunched at the head and I wondered how many girls had laid there.  How much spunk he’d spilled for them and if he thought he loved any of them.Doesn’t matter, Lane.Water pounded into a tub to the right.  I followed the sound to the bright doorway.  

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A gasp broke the silence.Briny water crested and peaked at the struggle underneath. Greedy for air, needing to breathe, Venus filled her burning lungs and grabbed the edge of the glass tank, heart racing. Her white labcoat molded itself over her drenched form while her coffee sat neglected, sitting on a small metal table nailed to the floor underneath a digital timer.The big red numbers continued to count down, and Venus couldn’t help but think she’d just made the worst mistake of her entire professional career.The smallest of ripples gently nudged Venus’ heaving chest before its source pulled her back under. Her silk wrap came loose, freeing her twists in the freezing water. The overhead fluorescent lights refracted off the gold bands adorning her hair. A diamond in the rough. A shard of hope amidst the chaos.They called it Specimen X, and it was relentless.Strong vine-like appendages wrapped around her legs. Vibrant orange pillars of fire glowed and pulsed around her body. Alone with the monster. It could easily maul her, but something gentle gleamed behind its saucer eyes, onyx and bright. Something almost human.The salt stung, but she couldn’t pull her gaze away.It had started with routine feedings. Curious tendrils peeked over the observation tank and suckled around her fingers. Sensual like a thousand butterfly kisses. If Venus had been confused before, the rough waves of longing which slammed against her now stirred a tempest of fear and Kartal Escort want. A storm which raged harder than her fight to breathe, bubbles escaping her nose with every ticking second.Ten minutes max.Collect data and get out. In the interim, the doors were locked, the solid steel hermetically sealed. There would be no escape. For either of them.The timer’s reflection blurred against the bullet-proof glass as water sloshed over the edge, smearing the notes on her clipboard.A barbed sucker grazed over a matching scar on the back of her hand, and her lungs began to scream.Stars shot off like sparks. Lungs shriveled. Muscles twitched. She thought she might drown. A cloud of yellow shot out from underneath her ripped nylons as she lost control of her bladder, the hot stream cutting through the icy brine. As if sensing her life force ebb, more tentacles embraced her and propelled her to the surface.Recycled air never tasted so sweet.Inhaling, oxygen singed her every nerve. A high higher than high. Higher than heroin. Fleshy confines strong yet tender. Glancing at the clock, her breath caught. X constricted around her body tighter, and she felt their heartbeats sync.All six of them.Without submerging her, X cushioned her on a raft of swirling muscle. Her nose pierced the water tension as her breasts slipped between her torn blouse, dark nipples hard from the frigid claws of her aquatic prison.The buzz painted Kartal Escort Bayan goosebumps down her body. X’s fiery arms wriggled their way over every available space. Skirt hiked over her hips, bra yanked down, gusset pressed to the side, Venus closed her eyes and curled her toes in anticipation.“Take me,” she whispered.As tendrils flicked over her sopping entrance, scraping against the tight curls of her mons, and twirled over the smooth contours of her neck, Venus wondered how she came to crave a beast who could kill her.Venus flailed and splashed above the surface while X racked her body back and forth. More electric than any human lover.A molten mass of glowing tentacles rammed their way inside, dripping with desire.Her mouth, her cunt, her ass. Nowhere was left unfilled as tendrils screwed her apart. Thick stumps scissored inside her, made her choke, made her cry— so intense was the sensation of being fucked and stretched beyond any point of reason. Against her better judgment, she bucked back into X’s shafting of her gaping holes while sucking the eager tentacles like countless throbbing cocks.To think how small X had once been. Discovered half-dead in a crater. The fireball had made the news. Before the never-ending winter. Before the last wildflower bloomed.Now writhing in ecstasy— suckers strumming her clit— she felt so close to the answer.X thrashed harder. Venus moaned into the slimy appendages Escort Kartal shoved deep down the ribbing of her throat. A hard beak nipped at her semi-clothed buttocks before slamming her down to the bottom of the tank.Face mashed against the glass, X took her from behind. Venus felt like she might rip in two, her own orgasm building as a stereo announcement crackled over the speaker.“Paging Dr. Gbeho. Two minutes until doors unseal. Secure the specimen.”Fuck, she thought, but the building need to cum fogged her mind. Suddenly, X pulled out of her aching cunt. Her legs buckled as her air-starved lungs begged for release; pressure from being held down so deep squeezed against her scalp.Something large and bulbous tapped the raw gash between her legs. Venus’s eyes bulged as the unseen phallus plunged deep into her core, its own excretions acting like lube as it rubbed against the tentacles ravaging her ass. Her body flushed a smoldering umber. A fish caught between the jaws of a shark, she squirmed, desperate to swim ashore.A shudder deep within her womb. Her own body clenched and gripped as she tumbled over the edge and came, exhaling as she did. The surface glimmered out of reach.Blackness enveloped her as she lost consciousness.A silent scream.Then stillness.Venus floated face-up on top of the tank, labcoat flared out like a pinned butterfly. Memory blurry. Body sore. But she could breathe. Thirty seconds flashed on the wall.Scrambling out, a luminescent green liquid trailed down her thighs and clouded the murky water. Her soaked twists lay limp as she tapped on the glass.“X?”No response.Ten seconds.“X???”Peering closer, she could see an orange mass, lifeless and dull. Her stomach lurched as the speaker crackled to life once more.

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