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Sizlere Başımdan Geçen Gerçek Bir Olayı Anlatacağım.
Pazar günüydü hafta sonu tatilinde evde idim.
Evdekiler köye büyükleri ziyarete gitmişti.
Karşı taraftaki komşumuz dul Leyla halı yıkıyordu.
Kahvaltımı yapıp kapıya çıkmıştım.
Kolay gelsin Leyla abla dedim.
Sağol canım kolaysa başına gelsin diye cevap verdi.
Halıları yıkamıştı kaldırıp duvara asmak için beni çağırdı.
Halıları evin arka tarafındaki bahçenin duvarına asmamı istedi.
Halıları duvara astım yoruldun gel sana soğuk birşeyler vereyim dedi oturdum beklemeye başladım.
Bir bardak kola getirdi.
Sen içerken bende üstümü değiştireyim dedi.
Sırılsıklamdı ve her tarafı Çamdibi Escort belli oluyordu 40 lık Leyla ablanın muhteşem götü ve kocaman göğüsleri.
Aradan 10 dk falan geçti henüz gelmemişti birden salona geldi seks hikaye benim evde olduğumu unutmuş çırıpçıplaktı.
İkimizde birden duraksadık.
Ben kafamı çevirmiştim.
Utanma sabahtan beri kestiğin gözünü alamadığın vücut karşında işte iyiliğine karşılık bu vücut senin istediğini yap dedi.
Yanıma geldi direk o kocaman götünü kafa hizama getirdi amını başıma dayadı yalamaya başladım kocamandı nefes alamıyordum Üzerimden indi Çamdibi Escort Bayan ve pantolonumu çıkartıp hiç beklemeden yalamaya başladı.
Çok fazla sürmedi hadi gir içime hemen dedi bir hamlede girmiştim sulanmış amına Yıllardır sikilmeyen amı sikiyordum ateş gibi yanıyordu sikim içinde köpek pozisyonunda bir süre siktim artık genişlemişti.
Diğer eli ile de göt deliğini parmaklayıp genişletmeye çalışıyordu.
Böyle olmayacak vazelin getireyim dedi göt deliğine ve sikime sürdü götüne girmemi emretti.
Her ne kadar zorlasamda sen beceremeyeceksin sokmayı dedi beni bir şiddetle yere yatırdı yavaş yavaş üstüne Escort Çamdibi oturmaya başladı yarrağımın.
Girmiyordu çok acıyordu sikimin kasılmasından artık ağrımaya başlamıştı derken kafası girdikten sonra hepsini bir anda içine aldı yavaş hareketlerle oturup kalkmaya başladı artık alışmıştı bende bir yandan göğüslerini okşuyor zevkimi çıkartmaya çalışıyordum.
Daha sonra yatağına geçtik yan yatırdım ve içine birden girdim yavaş lan hayvan acıtıyorsun diyerek beni daha da çok azdırdı hızlanmıştım deli gibi sikiyordum Leyla abla birden titreyerek boşaldı sıra sende aslanım dedi ve önüme diz çöktü sikimi kocaman göğüslerinin arasına aldığı gibi kayboluyordu sikim amı gibi sıcacaktı göğüsleri bir süre sonra titreyerek ağzına yüzüne boşaldım.
Beraber banyo yaparkende bir posta yaptık kadın yorulmak nedir bilmiyordu.
Akşam geç olmuştu haftaya pazar geleceğimi güzel birşeyler giymesini söyledim yanından ayrıldım.

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İstanbul’da yaşıyorum, 23 yaşındayım, 1 yıllık evliyim ve henüz çocuğum yok.
Oldum olası sekse çok meraklıyımdır.
Ev kadını olduğum için, kocam işe gidince, ben de evin günlük işlerini bitirip, akşam yemeği için gerekli hazırlıkları da yaparım, sadece pişirmesi kalır.
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Elim sürekli amımdadır, günde 5-6 kez kendimi tatmin ederim.
Bunda biraz da kocamın sekse benim kadar düşkün olmamasının payı var.
Kocamla son zamanlarda haftada 1-2’ye düşen sikişmelerimiz, kocamın yeni araba almak için çektiği kredinin stresi yüzünden daha da seyrekleşmiş ve ayda 1’e düşmüştü.

Geçenlerde yine ilginç bir seks hikayesi okumuş ve kendimi tatmin etmiştim.
Okuduğum o kadar güzeldi ve beni almış götürmüştü ki, kendimi o sikilen kadının yerine koyarak okumuş ve tam 3 kere orgazm olmuştum.
Hem de işercesine boşalmıştım.
Amımın suları külodumu ıslatmış, hatta eşofmanıma geçmişti ıslaklık.
Hemen yatakodasına gidip külodumu değiştirdim ve ıslak külodumu kirli sepetine atmaya banyoya gittim.

O sırada gördüm ki, banyoyu su götürüyor, lavabonun altından sürekli su akıyordu.
Tesadüfen bizim alt katta da tesisatçı usta oturur, bazen işe gider bazen gitmez, o geldi aklıma.
1 yıldır komşuyuz, ama pek samimiyetimiz yoktu, arada sırada kapıda karşılaşınca selamlaşırdık, hepsi o kadar.
Komşulardan duyduğuma göre kendisi dul imiş, karısından boşanmış.

Hemen indim alt kata, zilini çaldım.
Adam evde mi değil mi onu da bilmiyordum.
Evdeymiş, kapıyı açtı, kibarca,

– “Buyrun Hatice hanım?” dedi.
Ben de banyodan su aktığını söyledim ve gelip bir bakmasını Altındağ Escort rica ettim.

– “Siz çıkın, 5 dakikaya geliyorum!” dedi.

Teşekkür edip evime çıktım.
Ama bir şey dikkatimi çekmişti, ben daha adamın adını bilmiyordum, fakat o bana ismimle hitap etmişti.
İsmimi bildiğine göre, demek ki adamın ilgisini çekiyordum.
Nedense bu beni keyiflendirmişti, herhalde beni beğeniyordu.
Neyse, 5 dakika olmadan zil çaldı ve geldi.
Üstünde eşofman vardı, bende de eşofman vardı.
Adamı içeri buyur edip, banyoda su akıtan yeri gösterdim.
Yeni de çay demlemiştim,

– “Taze çayım var, içer misin?” dedim.

– “Zahmet olmazsa…” dedi.

– “Yok canım ne zahmeti!” deyip mutfağa çay almaya gittim.

Tam çayları doldurdum salona götürecektim, içime kurt düştü, banyoya doğru kafamı uzattığımda, off ne göreyim, biraz önce çıkardığım külodumu kokluyor, diliyle amımın sularıyla ıslanan kısma dokundurup, tadına bakıyor, bir eliyle de eşofmanının üstünden yarağınıovuşturuyordu…

Resmen tahrik olmuştum, tam 3 haftadır kocamla sikişmemiştim, amım karıncalanmaya başlamıştı.
Oysa kocam bugüne kadar amımı bile yalamamıştı, bırakın kullandığım külodumu koklayıp yalamayı.
Çayları geri mutfağa bırakıp, ne olacaksa olsun diye düşündüm ve banyoya daldım.
Adam beni görünce şok oldu, elinde külodumla öylece kaldı, ne diyeceğini bilemedi.

– “Çok mu hoşuna gitti kokum?” dedim.
Cevap veremedi, kekeledi sadece.
Külodu elinden alıp sepete attım ve

– “Koklamak istiyorsan burda canlısı var!” diyerek kollarımı boynuna doladım.
Birden dudaklarıma yapıştı, vahşi kurt gibiydi, öpmüyor adeta yiyordu dudaklarımı.
Onun da ne zamandır sikişmediği hemen belli oluyordu.
Boynumu boğazımı öpüyor yalıyor, elleri kalçalarımda, Escort Altındağ avuçluyor okşuyordu.

– “Lütfen morartma, kocam anlamasın!” dedim, ama aldırmıyordu,

– “Hep seni hayal ediyordum! Yerim seni!” diyordu…

Ve kucaklayıp beni yatak odama götürdü ve yatağın üzerine bıraktı.
Önce badimi ve sutyenimi çıkardı.
Memelerimi emmeye başladı.
Aşağı doğru indiğinde çıldırıyordum, biran önce sikmesini arzu ediyordum.
Derken eşofmanımı çıkardı.
Külodumun üzerinden amımıkokluyordu.
Yavaşça külodumu da çıkardığında, amım tabak gibi meydandaydı.
Bir, Offf! çekti ve

– “Düşündüğümden de güzelmiş!” dedi.

Amımı uzun uzun kokladıktan ve yaladıktan sonra, bacaklarımı havaya dikti.
Şimdi de götümükokluyordu.
İşte o an ben bittim ve boşaldım.
Götümün koklanması mahvetmişti beni.
Ama daha istekliydim, o yarağı da yiyecektim.
O ise en küçük parmağını götüme sokup bana yalatıyordu, kendisi de amımı yalıyordu.
Hayatımda böyle bir zevk almadım.
Sonra amımla karışık götümü yalamaya başladığında, ben zevkten çıldırıyordum,

– “Yarağını sok artık!” diye inliyordum…

Sonunda eşofmanını indirip yarağını çıkardı, amımın dudakları arasında gezdire gezdire yavaşça soktu.
Ama girmiyordu bir türlü.
Bana,

– “Kız amı gibi amın var, kocan olacak pezevenk hiç sikmiyor mu seni?” dedi.
Ben de,

– “Evet aşkım, kocam sikemiyor beni, 3 haftadır sikilmiyorum! Hadi sik beni, kökle amıma!” dedim.

Ben öyle deyince birden kökledi ve beni kucağına aldı.
O kalın yarak amıma tamamen girmişti.
Canım çok yanıyordu, ama bir yandan da acayip zevk alıyordum.
Ben kucağındayken bir parmağını götüme sokuyor çıkarıyor, önce kokluyor, sonra bana da koklatıyordu.
Acayip olmuştum.

Yaklaşık Altındağ Escort Bayan 10 dakika böyle amımı siktikten sonra beni indirdi ve yarağını ağzıma verdi.
Ben yarağını yalarken arada bir ağzımdan çekip, yarağını cop gibi suratıma vuruyordu… Sonra beni domalttı.
Oldum olası domaltılmayı severdim.
Ve götümü koklayıp yalamaya başladı.
Biraz yaladıktan sonra,

– “Kocan götünü hiç sikti mi?” dedi.

– “Hayır, götüm bakire!” dedim.

– “Amına koduğumun pezevengi, bu göt sikilmez mi lan?” deyip, götümü tükürükleyip yarağını dayadı götüme.
Yavaş yavaş sokuyordu, ama çok canım yanıyordu.

– “Çıkar erkeğim!” diyordum, ama dinlemiyordu.

Sonunda komple soktu yarağını götüme.
Hepsi girince biraz rahatlamıştım ki, birden çekti çıkardı yarağını.
Çıkarken daha çok acımıştı.
Hemen parmağını soktu götüme.
Götümüparmaklıyor, sonra parmağı çıkarıp bana yalatıyordu.
Sonra da benim elimi götüme götürdü, bu sefer benim parmağımı soktu götüme ve çıkarıp dakikalarca kokladı, emdi parmağımı.
Sonra yine yarağını soktu götüme, hem götümü sikiyor, hem popomu tokatlıyordu.
Yarağını götümden çıkarıyor amıma sokuyor, amımdan çıkarıp götüme sokuyordu…

Kaç kere boşaldım hatırlamıyorum bile.
Ama oldukça bir yorulmuş, ter içinde kalmıştık.
En sonunda götüme ılık ılık döllerini fışkırttı.
Sonra da yarağını götümden Flop! diye çekti çıkardı.
Götümü aynaya doğru dönderdi bakmam için, baktım götümün deliği resmen mağara gibi olmuş, kalçalarım kıpkırmızıydı.
Uzanıp birer sigara içtik.
Bana,

– “Hoşuna gitti mi kadınım?” dedi.
Ben de,

– “Hayatımda ilk kez böyle sikildim, teşekkür ederim erkeğim!” dedim.
Gülerek kalktı giyindi, lavabonun akıtan yerini tamir etti.

– “Götünün acısı geçince çağır beni!” dedi, kirli külodumu da cebine koydu gitti.

Yaklaşık 10 gün götümün üstüne oturamadım.
10 gün sonra yine çağırdım ve siktirdim kendimi.
Artık resmen sikicim olmuştu.
Pencereden bakıyorum, işten gelirken koridora çıkıyorum, parmağımı götüme sokup koklatıyorum, deli oluyor.
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yüzüstü yatağa yatırdım ve karnının altına bir yastıkkoyarak kalçalarını
kaldırarak arkadan amına girdim. Bu arada bir elimle degötünün deliğini
okşuyor zevkin doruğuna çıktığımız anlarda parmağımı içinesokuyordum.
Her tarafımız vıcık vıcık olduğu için içine girerken herhangi
birkayganlaştırıcıya gerek bile kalmıyordu. Bu hareketim onu daha çok
deli ediyor,kalçalarını Manavkuyu Escort iyice yukarı kaldırarak tamamımı içine almak
istiyordu. Gelmek üzereolduğunu hissedince bende kendimi bıraktım ve
ikimizde aynı anda çığlıklar atarak orgazm olmaya, boşalmaya başladık.
Seda gene bir şelale gibi boşalıyordu. Amının içinde müthiş bir sıcaklık
veıslaklık vardı. Her gidiş gelişimde birbirine karışmış döllerimiz
amınınkenarından çıkıyordu. Hafif hafif yavaşlayarak içinden çıkmadan
bitkin birşekilde kendimi üzerine bıraktım. Gerçektende 2,5-3 saattir
sevişiyorduk. Artıkne bende, nede Seda?da hal kalmamıştı. Ama ikimizde
bugüne kadar almış olduğumuzzevklerden daha fazlasını almıştık. Bizimki
tam bir ten uyumuydu. O şekildebirbirimize sarılarak yatağa yan düşüp
yattık. Ellerimle hafifçe saçlarınıokşuyor bana bu zevki yaşattığı için
teşekkür ediyordum. Oda bana teşekkürediyordu. Ama artık genç değildik
ve bir müddet mola vermemiz lazımdı. Birazdinlendikten sonra kalkıp
banyoya gittik. Ama niyetimiz banyo fantezisi değilsadece temizlenmekti.
Nasılsa o tür fanteziler için önümüzde çok günler vardı.Banyomuzu yapıp
birbirimizi kuruladıktan sonra bornozlarımızı giyerek oturmaodasına
geçtik ve sigaralarımızı yakarak birbirimize yaslanıp oturduk.
Canımşarap içmek istedi. Seda?ya sorduğumda ?Susamışım, bana da
getirirmisin canım.?diye cevap verdi. Dolaptan buz gibi şarabı çıkararak
ikimize de birer kadehdoldurdum ve odaya geri geldim. Işığı kapatarak
perdeyi açtım ve yanına oturdum.Pencereden hafif hafif bir rüzgar
eserken yıldızlara bakarak şarabımızıyudumlamaya başladık. Daha gece
bitmemişti ve yaşayacak çok şeyimizin olduğunuikimizde biliyorduk.Uzun
bir süre konuşmadan şarabımızı içtik. Birden Seda ?Pişmanmısın??
diyesordu. Neden sordun. Yoksa sen pişman mı oldun? diye cevap verdim.
İlk tepkisi?Hayır.? oldu. ?Pişman değilim. Bu, hayatımda bu güne kadar
yaşanmış en güzelgeceydi. Gerçek bir kadın olduğumu hissettirdin bana.?
diye devam etti. Böyledüşünmesi beni çok memnun etmişti. Fakat evli
olduğumu ve çocuklarıma karşısorumluluklarım olduğunu, eşimle ara sıra
tartışsak ta beraber olmaktan memnunolduğumu anlattım. Bunu bizimle
beraber yaşadığı süre içinde zaten görmüştü.Ayrıca bir müddet sonra
tayinim çıkıp ayrılacağımı da biliyordu. Bizim, cinselbir beraberlik
dışında herhangi bir alternatif seçimimiz yoktu. Bir müddetsuskun
kaldıktan sonra ?Ne yapalım bizde beraber yaşayacağımız süreyi en
iyişekilde değerlendiririz. Birçok insan bütün hayatı boyunca bizim bu
kısa süredeolacağımız kadar bile mutlu olamayacak.? diyerek sarılıp
dudaklarımdan öpmeyebaşladı. Bende öpüşlerine karşılık vererek ellerimle
saçlarını okşadım.İkimizin de şarabı daha bitmemişti. Kadehlerimizi
tekrar elimize alıp birazönceki gibi sarılarak içmeye başladık. Seda
?Ben hiç porno film izlemedim. Sendevarmı?? diye sordu. Evde genelde
çocuklar olduğu için film bulundurmamama rağmenAyla gideceği için
arkadaşımdan birkaç tane almış ve bir kenarda saklamıştım.?Var, ama
bende nasıl olduklarını bilmiyorum. Beraber izleyelim görelim.?
dedim.Ayağa kalkarak filmleri aldım. Hepsi noname cd?ye çekilmişti ve
üzerlerindeherhangi bir yazı veya resim yoktu. Rasgele Manavkuyu Escort Bayan bir tanesini
seçtik ve VCD? yetaktım. Sesini kısarak seyretmeye başladık. Filmde iki
kadın ve bir erkek vardı.Filmin fragmanında lezbiyen, grup ve anal seks
olduğunu anladım. Bu hoşumagitti. Çünkü üçüde benim en çok hoşlandığım
tarzlardı. Seda merak içinde filmiizlemeye başlamıştı. Bugüne kadar
sadece kendinin, eski eşinin ve benim cinselorganını görmüştü. Filmin
ilerlemesi ile birlikte Seda yavaş yavaş kıpırdanmaya başladı.
Filmdegeçen olayların onu tahrik etmeye başladığını anlamıştım. Bu arada
iki kadınsevişiyor ve erkekte onları seyrediyordu. ?Ne kadar şanslı bir
erkek.? dediğimde?Bu şekilde bir ilişki yaşamak istermisin? diye sordu.
Bende ?En çok merakettiğim ve fantezilerimde yeri olan bir şey bu.?
dedim. Bu arada filmdekierkekte sevişen kadınlara katılmış ve birisiyle
anal sekse başlamıştı. Seda dahaçok meraktan ?Böyle bir ilişki de
kadının canı acımıyor mu?? diye sormasıüzerine ?Biraz önce sevişirken
yaladığımda ve parmağımı soktuğumda sende zevkalmadın mı? Canın yandı
mı? diye soruyla karşılık verdim. ?Bu da benim en çokmerak ettiğim bir
şey. Genç kızlığımdan beri arkadaşlarım anlatırlardı fakatcesaret edip
bir türlü yapamadım? demesi üzerine ?İşte bu akşam bütünarzularının
gerçekleşeceğine emin olabilirsin? dedim ve ellerimle bana
yaslananSeda?nın saçlarını, sırtını ve göğüslerini okşamaya başladım.
Elimin teması Seda?yı titretmiş ve bütün tüyleri dimdik olmuştu.Seda,
bir yandan filmde gördüğü sahneler, bir yandan benim okşamalarımla
yavaşyavaş zevk almaya, ıslanmaya başlamıştı. Ama bu seferki hedefim
farklıydı. Ençok merak ettiği şeyi gerçekleştirecektim. Bunun için
yerdeki halıya uzanarakyanıma yatırdım. Seda bir yandan filmi
seyrederken ellerim ve dudaklarımsayesinde gördüklerini yaşamaya ve daha
hızlı bir şekilde tahrik olmayabaşlamıştı. Yavaşça aşağıya inerek
ıslanmaya başlamış olan amını yalamayabaşladım. dilimi en altından
klitorisine kadar çekiyor, biraz klitorisiniemiyor, tekrar aşağıya
iniyordum. Ürkütmemek için daha götüne değmemiştim. Seda?yı yattığı
yerden kaldırarak başı televizyona gelecek şekilde diz üstüemekleme
pozisyonuna getirdim. Kalçalarını yalamaya başladığımda artık
iyicetahrik olmuş bir an önce birleşmenin gerçekleşmesini ister hale
gelmişti.Devamlı olarak televizyona bakıyordu. Filmdeki her şeyi
dikkatle incelerkenkalçalarını zevkle bir sağa bir sola sallamaya
kendini kasıp kasıp bırakmayabaşlamıştı. Artık amının ıslaklığı dışarıya
taşmaya başlamıştı. Dayanamayarakdilimi arkasından amına soktum ve zevk
suyunun bir kez daha tadına baktım. Buarada önce bir daha sonra iki ve
üç parmağımı yavaş yavaş amına sokup çıkarmayabaşladım. Öbür elimle de
kalçalarını okşuyor, amının sularını arka deliğinedoğru yayıyordum.
Dilimle hafif hafif arka deliğine yalamaya içine sokmayabaşladığımda
bütün vücudu titredi. ?Gerçekten istiyor musun?? diye sorduğumdakısık
bir sesle ?Bu gece olmazsa bir daha hiç olmaz.? dedi. Aldığım cevap
üzerine, böyle bir şey için gerekeceğini düşünüp bornozumun cebinekoymuş
olduğum bebek yağını çıkarıp kalçasına döktüm ve ellerimle her
tarafınayaydım. Arkadan görüntüsü Escort Manavkuyu muhteşem olmuştu. Bütün kalçası
televizyonun hafifışığında pırıl pırıl parlıyordu. Yağın etkisiyle
parlayan deliğine yavaşçaparmağımı sokmaya başladım. Çok hafif bir
kasılma olması kendini bunahazırladığını göstermişti. Parmağımı tekrar
sokup çıkarmaya başladım. Yavaşyavaş deliği genişlemeye, kendini daha az
kasmaya başlamıştı. Diğer elim iseamını ve klitorisini okşamaktaydı.
İkinci parmağımı sokarken kendini tekrarkastı. ?Serbest bırak kendini
bir tanem? dediğimde ?Her şeyim senin, hadi artıkbitir beni. Yeni
dünyalara taşı.? demesiyle iki parmağımı da içine sokupçıkarmaya
başladım. Artık genişlemeye başlamıştı fakat daha benimkinin
girebileceği kadargevşememişti. Ona acı vermek istemiyordum. İlk seferi
olmasına rağmen fazla acıduymadan zevk almalıydı. Dizlerimin üstünde
doğrularak elimdeki yağla yarağımıyağladım ve arkadan amına girdim. Bir
yandan içinde gidip gelirken bir yandandaparmaklarımı arkasına sokup
çıkarmaya devam ediyordum. Hem amının, hem degötünün içinde dolaşanlar
Seda?yı uçurmaya başlamıştı. Yarağımı yavaşça önündençıkarak kafasını
arka deliğine dayadım. Üzerindeki yağ ve zevk sularından dolayıparlayan
sikimin kafasını hafifçe bastırarak artık yeteri kadar genişlemiş
olanarka deliğine yağında etkisiyle hiç zorlanmadan soktum. Seda kendini
zihinselolarak hazırladığı için hiçbir engelle karşılaşmadan içine
doğru ilerliyordum.Ani bir hamle ile sonuna kadar soktum ve Seda?dan
?Aahhhh? diye bir ses çıktı.Hem zevk hem de acı karışımı bu ses üzerine
kıpırdamadan biraz bekledim vealışmasını sağladım. Artık içine girdiğim
için dizlerinin üstünden yüzü koyun yere uzanmasınıistedim. Bir elimi ön
tarafından soktum ve klitorisini okşarken arkasından gidipgelmeye
başladım. Seda artık altımda iki tarafından birden aldığı
zevkleinliyordu. Kalçalarını yukarıya kaldırdığında yarağım arkasından
giriyor,serbest bıraktığında parmağım klitorisini buluyordu. Bende her
iniş kalkıştailiklerimin çekildiğini hissediyordum. Tempoyu bulduğumuzda
uçmaya başlamıştık.Genişlemesine rağmen hala sıkı olan deliği beni
sıkıca sarıyor, her girişçıkışımda taşaklarım kalçalarına vuruyordu.
Seda içinden çıkmadan yavaşçadönmeye başladı. Şimdi ben sırt üstü
yatıyor, elerimle o muhteşem göğüsleriniokşuyordum. O ise benim üstüme
çömelmiş inip kalkıyordu. Artık durmakistemiyorduk. Hızlanmaya başladık.
Seda başını sağa sola sallayarak üzerimdezıplıyordu. Gelmeye
başladığında üzerime kapanarak kesik kesik çığlık atmaya,sırtıma
tırnaklarını geçirmeye başladı. Aynı anda bende titreyerek
içineboşalıyordum. Bütün vücudumuz terden sırılsıklam olmuştu. Tamamen
bittiğinde Seda kendini üzerime bıraktı ve bir müddet o şekilde
nefesalmaya, rahatlamaya çalıştık. Aldığımız zevk ve heyecan ikimizi de
bitkindüşürmüştü. Gerçektende bu güne kadar bir çok defa seks yapmama
rağmen ilk defabu kadar zevk alıyordum. Seda?yla ikimiz birbirini
tamamlayan puzzle gibi olmuş,ilk seferinde tam isabet sağlamıştık. Ben
hala kendime gelememiş bulutlarınüzerinde uçmaya devam ederken Seda bana
dönüp hafifçe dudaklarımdan öperek?Herşey için çok teşekkür ederim
hayatım. Bana içimdeki beni tanıttın.? dedi.?Esas teşekkür etmesi
dereken benim.? diye cevap vererek sıkıca sarıldım. İşte Seda ile
yaşadığım o ilk geceden sonra eşim gelene kadar birçok defaberaber
olduk. Yaklaşık iki yıldır birlikteliğimiz devam etmekte. Daha
sonrafilmde gördüğümüz diğer fantezileri de gerçekleştirdik. İlk önce
eşim aramızakatıldı.

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A really amazing thing happened to me a few weeks ago. I had been feeling really fed-up and stressed out at work, so my darling husband booked me a surprise trip to a health spa as a special treat. I phoned ahead and booked myself into a few workout classes, a few beauty treatments, and to round it all off, a massage to get rid of all the knots in my neck and shoulders.

The big day dawned and I set off with my little overnight bag feeling really pleased to be escaping for 48 hours. I arrived at the Spa and checked-in and went through the registration procedure. I was then given my super luxury towels and bathrobe and shown to my room. My husband had booked me a single room because he thought I would enjoy the privacy – little did he know!

I got dressed and set off for my first class – a really hard aerobics session which nearly killed me, but when I came out I was really buzzing. I felt a little bit of an old bag, though, with all these skinny, gorgeous women floating about, but I didn’t care too much.

I then went and had a shower and went for my first treatment, which was a really relaxing facial. I then had a light lunch and read loads of magazines and then went for my second workout, which was a jazz dance class – brilliant!

I then went along for my manicure and pedicure and finally, the bit I was most looking forward to – my head to toe massage. I waited outside the treatment room until my masseuse called me in. She told me her name was Sam and she asked me what sort of massage I wanted – firm or soft – did I have any particular problem spots and general questions about my health.

She was quite small and had a very petite figure under her white dress and I remember hoping she would be able to be forceful enough in ridding me of my knots. I also remember thinking about my big fantasy, which is to get seduced by the therapist when I am having a massage, and thinking if it was ever going to happen she would be my ideal choice. She had lovely short dark hair really piercing Gümüşpala Escort dark brown eyes. But then I told myself to be sensible and just enjoy it.

Sam stated at my feet and worked her way up my legs – she was really good and I could feel myself relaxing. She had asked me if I wanted her to talk or just be quiet and I chose the latter – I can’t stand all the inane chat. Sam was using relaxing, essential oils and I was soon drifting in and out of sleep – bliss!

When she had finished my legs she started rubbing my back and bum and I was feeling really aroused at the feel of her silky hands and my fantasies started drifting back. She was working around the top of my thighs and her hands were delving down the insides of my legs as she manipulated my flesh. Once or twice the side of her finger grazed my fanny. The touch was so subtle I assumed it was a mistake, but one I secretly hoped she’d repeat. A moment later she did it again a bit more firmly, then again and again. The third probing was very definite and I am sure her finger pushed between my labia slightly.

I was definitely excited by now and my heart was thumping so hard she must have been able to hear it. She rubbed her fingers all along my fanny ad then stuck a finger up inside me again and I just exploded with my biggest orgasm ever – and mine are pretty amazing anyway. She turned me over and came up and gave me the most wonderful long lingering kiss with her gorgeous soft lips. I was shaking like a leaf, but really disappointed when she said my time was up and her next client was waiting. She asked me for my room number and said she would come up in about one hour and that she could stay for a couple of hours but then had to be home or her husband would be worried about her.

I went along and told the girl at reception I wouldn’t be coming down for dinner because I wasn’t feeling well, so I knew no-one would disturb me. I went to my room and ran myself a bath and had a drink of wine to Gümüşpala Escort Bayan try and settle my nerves. I didn’t know whether to dress or stay in my bath robe, but in the end I put on my bra and knickers with the bathrobe on top.

Exactly at the time she said she would be coming the door rapped and there she was. She asked me if she could freshen up and off she went leaving me nearly sick with nerves – I was also feeling just a little bit guilty about my husband – was this cheating on him? I think I knew he wouldn’t think so. Sam came out in just her bra and pants and she was absolutely gorgeous – smallish boobs, flat stomach and a brilliant tattoo on her tummy – very sexy.

She had a glass of wine too and explained that she was bi and made passes at selected clients whom she fancied. She also told me that she thought I was very attractive and gave a definite vibe that I was ‘up for it.’ Her husband was fully aware of what she did and actually encouraged her – as long as he got to hear about it.

She asked about my life and I told her about my husband, my children and the fact that I had never done this sort of thing before. But I did say that what had happened earlier was one of my biggest fantasies. ‘I new it!’ she declared. She promised me she would show me what to do and I should just enjoy it.

She took the wine glass off me and gave me another of the soft kisses while she pulled me up and led me to the bed. Her kisses were very gentle at first, but then probing with her tongue and becoming more passionate. She kissed all around my neck and then undid my bra and let out my boobs – my nipples were so hard and erect. She licked and sucked them until I thought I was going to explode with desire. I really wanted to feel another woman’s boobs in my mouth so I undid her bra and took her hard nipples in my mouth, licking and caressing them as my husband does to me. She gave a little moan of pleasure and it was good to see the effect I was having Escort Gümüşpala on her.

We rubbed our boobs together, which was brilliant and then she started to kiss my stomach and run her fingers all over me. She licked my fanny through my knickers and that did it for me – I had another orgasm and she hadn’t actually done anything. She then pushed my knickers aside and began licking me and sticking her tongue inside me, she stuck her finger in as well and pumped it in and out, gradually adding two more fingers and giving me the finger fuck of my life. Then when she put her finger up my ass I screamed out loud, so she quickly stuffed a pillow over my mouth to keep me quiet.

Now I was desperate for a taste of her warm cunt and I knew she wanted me to lick her out. I told her I didn’t really know how to do it so she told me to just do to her what I liked. First of all I kissed her really passionately – our tongues were really deeply probing and the taste of my fanny juice on her lips was wonderful.

I then slowly took her knickers down and exposed her fully shaven fanny, all glistening with excitement. I ran my fingers along her slit and then stuck two fingers in. The feeling was incredible. I sucked my fingers to get an idea of the taste to come – I had always worried that I wouldn’t like it – no problems there. It tasted fantastic, all musky and I knew I was going to have to get my face down into it. So I ran my tongue all along the length of her crack and then up to her exposed clit and had only touched her when she started bucking her hips as her first orgasm shot through her – I then stuck my tongue in her lovely fanny and licked and licked for all I was worth. After a few moments she groaned aloud and I could see and feel, from the spasms in her pussy, that she was now having a really big cum. I thought ‘Hooray, I made a girl cum!’

I then crawled up her body and gave her a taste of her juices. We then moved into a position where we could grind our fannies together and the feel of her bare cunt against mine just blew me away. Eventually we both collapsed exhausted from multiple orgasms. About ten minutes later Sam got up and said she would have to go but would like to see me again if she could. I explained that I had a little proposition for her and she agreed to meet me next week…

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“I’m so sorry. To say that was brutal doesn’t do it justice. Did he ever tell you why?”

“Not in so many words,” she replied.

“Was it just cold feet?”

“Maybe.”

“Was there another woman?” he wanted to know.

“No, not as far as I know. I specifically asked him that and regardless of how badly he hurt me, I can honestly say he never once lied to me. So no, I’m sure it wasn’t another woman, but I really don’t think that was the case.”

“Again, I’m very sorry. Being left standing at the altar is unimaginably painful and yet you seem to have dealt with it quite well. Gracefully even. That’s rather admirable.”

“Thank you. I have tried, that’s for sure. For the first couple of months, I was a wreck. I was so hurt and so…embarrassed. Humiliated is the better word. But I’m much stronger now and I have you to thank for a lot of that.”

She smiled at him and he remembered why he’d agreed to do this with her. Liz Rafferty was not only a beautiful woman, she was charming and it was that charm that did him in. No, the charm had held him, while her physical beauty and scientific mind that had drawn him to her.

Tanner Bingham was a young, handsome, well-known and highly-respected physicist leading the charge to find the ‘Holy Grail of Physics’, the so-called ‘Theory of Everything’ or TOE for short. He’d already published several peer-reviewed papers that had rocked the scientific community and his final paper, which was still under peer review, was the long-awaited-for proof.

In a nutshell, he’d demonstrated the heretofore impossible by showing how quantum mechanics and gravity can and do fit together in a theory he called ‘quantum loop-string gravitation’ in which string theory is integrated with quantum loop gravity. As with general relativity, only a handful of the brightest scientific minds fully understood the equations which were the hallmarks of his combined theory, but those who did, understood its far-reaching implications. At the tender age of 25, Dr. Bingham was the hands-down favorite to be the winner of a future Nobel Prize in physics and which meant an open-ended ticket to work anywhere in the world he desired.

He’d recently returned to his hometown of Pacific Grove, California, just a stone’s throw from the better-known city of Carmel which once boasted actor Clint Eastwood as its mayor. Bingham’s father, Tanner, Sr., had been diagnosed with terminal cancer. At his request, his mother, Tammy, had held off telling him until his latest research was published knowing there was nothing he could do but worry and, from his father’s perspective, abandon his work, something for which he couldn’t bear to be held responsible. Tanner had been devastated when she finally told him as his father had always been his idol and best friend.

He now spent his days working in one of the laboratories of the Naval Post-Graduate School or NPGS located in Monterrey, another better-known city which bordered Pacific Grove, a small town known for golf and less notably, for the heavy fog which often rolled in in an almost literal fashion. Bingham had been at high football games in which the incoming fog bank had slowly ‘walked’ along the field, engulfing it a yard at a time reducing visibility to almost zero as it went. The Navy had jumped at the chance to even temporarily have a scientist of Professor Bingham’s stature gracing its premier research and teaching facility and had given him carte blanche to anything he wanted at any time he so desired.

As much as he loved his work, he needed to be near his mother and his dying father so NPGS was a perfect fit him and the government. Tanner also dearly loved being near the water, and Pacific Grove afforded him that opportunity. In the past, he would often ride his bicycle a few miles out to Pebble Beach, home of the U.S. Open golf tournament that was played there each year, just to sit and think. It was there, sitting near the famous Lone Cypress Tree, that it first occurred to him that the two competing theories could be merged.

That Eureka moment happened three years ago when he’d come home for Christmas while still in graduate school working on his doctorate. Most physicists who’d made significant contributions tended to be in their twenties or early thirties with the most well-know examples being Einstein and Hawking, and Bingham was no exception.

Bingham was not only brilliant when it came to science (math and physics, most notably) he was an exceptionally good-looking young man and not at all handicapped by his superior intellect. Many other such people tended to be socially awkward, but that was not the case with Tanner Bingham.

He’d been dating Lucy Marin since they were sophomores in high school and they’d managed to maintain a reasonably-satisfying, long-distance relationship while he was away at MIT in Massachusetts. Well, until this most recent trip back home anyway.

It had been hard enough to deal with his father’s illness, Alpaslan Escort but when Lucy told him she’d found someone else, a fact she’d never mentioned in any text, email, or phone conversation, it was a truly devastating blow. In the back of his mind, in spite of whatever gnawing concerns he’d about her, he’d always felt he knew they would one day marry and he’d given serious thought to asking her to do just that on the flight back to the west coast. He was therefore totally and completely shocked when she told him that evening it was over. And yet, at some level he couldn’t explain, he was also deeply relieved.

Their final moments together had been brief and emotionally draining. She was sorry, it wasn’t his fault, and several other similar cliches were thrown at him as she made her final exit from his life. She’d found someone else, but her father convinced her she needed to tell him this in person. And just like that, it was over.

Tanner seemingly had everything a young man his age could want and it was almost certain he’d one day also have a ton of money. But the one thing he didn’t have…anymore, at least…was love. Then again, he wondered whether or not love was what he’d had with Lucy or if it was a kind of settling. A resignation that they were ‘meant to be’ or some other meaningless platitude.

Now, when he looked back on his relationship with Lucy honestly, he wasn’t sure it even qualified as love. He thought he’d loved her and, for the most part, had even believed he was in love with her. But even with her, there had been something missing. There was no real…connection. There was nothing that did what the poets said love was supposed to do. His logical mind told him that was probably normal and his proposed ‘missing link’ nothing more than the stuff of poets; a kind of lofty, unattainable love that existed only within the lines of poetry and prose.

Why then had he felt so deeply alone for so long in spite of his ‘being in love’ with Lucy? For now, he didn’t have an answer to that question, he only knew that his work, the work that drove him to labor day and night, had filled the void. Now that his work was done—or at least that chapter of his life’s work—the loneliness was back with a vengeance. A loneliness he’d hoped and expected Lucy to fill.

Still stinging from the breakup, it was such a relief to have met someone as beautiful and charming as Liz Rafferty, a young Navy officer attending the Naval Post Graduate School with an emphasis in nuclear physics. Bingham had agreed to teach one class as a sort of payment for what was otherwise free-reign of an entire lab’s worth of very expensive, very sophisticated, cutting-edge equipment. He’d been home for almost three months and hadn’t yet been on a single date by the time the Post-Graduate school year began just after Labor Day.

He’d noticed her immediately, sitting in the front row with her long, blonde hair pulled back into a tight bun. Her face was exquisitely symmetrical and he found it difficult, if not impossible, not to stare. Even in uniform, he could see this Navy lieutenant’s body was nothing short of miraculous.

Additionally, they shared a bond. A bond of heartache with her having been abandoned on her wedding day and Bingham having had his own heart broken by the only girl he’d loved or…thought he’d loved. Their bond was strengthened upon learning both events had happened on the same day—a fact completely unknown to the other. Lastly, while she was nowhere near being his peer in the world of physics, she was exceptionally bright and talented. Bingham knew this introductory, graduate-level class in nuclear physics would be no challenge to her after grading the baseline exam he gave to all new students.

A invitation for a cup of coffee in the NPGS cafeteria after the first day of class had turned into dinner that weekend. Dinner soon became a weekend spent together in San Diego for a conference on particle physics, and the two were inseparable thereafter. And yet there was something about this relationship, too, that set off warning bells in Bingham’s head. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but just as it had with Lucy, something felt…wrong.

Adding to the heavy burden he was already carrying, his father passed away two days before Christmas, casting a pall on what had always been his favorite holiday of the year. Liz had gone home to Wisconsin to be with her family leaving yet another hole in Bingham’s heart as he struggled with his grief. Lucy hadn’t even bothered to show up for his father’s memorial service, and as much as he knew his mother needed him, Bingham feared he was on the verge of falling into a deep depression.

His greatest accomplishment was behind him, his only love nothing but a memory, and the man he’d looked up to all of his life was now gone with Liz nowhere to be found. That wasn’t true in the absolute sense but rather in the physical. Liz had called him several times Alpaslan Escort Bayan expressing her condolences and assuring him she was still very much interested in continuing their relationship, but that had done little to assuage his grief or fill the hole in his soul.

Perhaps what troubled him most about her was her obsession with the Nobel Prize. It was awarded annually and the announcement was made on the 10th of December. Bingham knew he had zero chance of winning that year and gave it no thought, but Liz spoke it so often it began to eat away at him. The chances were excellent for the following year as that would give the scientific community additional time to analyze his work which had already been confirmed by some of the most brilliant minds in the field of physics. Perhaps it nothing more than a genuine concern on her part; an acknowledgment she appreciated the gravity of his research. But a million dollars was a very strong motive for ‘love’ and Bingham couldn’t shake the feeling something just wasn’t right when it came to Liz.

Somehow he made it through the end of the year, then took heart when the first day of classes rolled around. It was now early January, Liz was back, and he had something to look forward to other than work to fill his days.

On the romantic front, Valentine’s Day was fast approaching. Bingham remembered Liz telling him one of her other passions was dancing. She loved physics and was actually very good at it—at least good enough to be a nuclear engineer for the United States Navy, but she truly loved to dance. So much so, she’d invited him to a Valentine’s Day soirée at NPGS where a live band would be playing and where hundreds of couples would be dancing the night away on the most romantic day of the year.

Not being socially awkward, Bingham had no real issue with dancing, he’d just never spent any time learning how. Then again, he’d had no reason to bother until meeting Liz. Holding a girl, like Lucy, during a slow dance and just turning in circles had always been good enough for both him and the girl with whom he was dancing, so there’d been no impetus to try something as drastic as taking lessons.

Liz asked for very few things, but once the Valentine’s Day dance was in her sights, she was relentless in encouraging him to take some lessons; so much so he’d finally agreed he would. He’d initially asked her why she couldn’t just teach him herself and it was her answer that started him wondering what was really going on. “Other than physics, what do we have in common?” she’d asked him in reply.

Bingham had racked his brain and came up empty. “Exactly!” she’d replied almost triumphantly. “This will give us a shared interest and it’ll be so much fun! If I teach you, it’ll take all of the fun out of it. What I want, what I dream of, is to be swept off my feet by a handsome man who can dance. I dream of him…of you…wowing me…and if I have to take you from stepping on my feet to sweeping me off them, well, that would shatter my dream. You understand, right?”

He didn’t really understand her logic, but he accepted it as a need, and since it at least seemed reasonable, he’d agreed. In fact, it might even be fun although Bingham’s idea of fun was finding an equation which accurately and beautifully represented some physical law. At a lesser level, he enjoyed going for a long bike ride or a run. He also loved classical music and would often combine it with aerobic activity as a way to get his creative juices flowing. He additionally loved nature and all its beauty, so he could get a kind of ‘Trifecta’ for free anytime he wanted by riding somewhere like Pebble Beach as Mozart played a kind of private symphony for him via his iPod. Liz however, preferred to remain indoors whenever possible. And obviously, that included dancing, so…

As it turned out, there just happened to be a place in Pacific Grove; a place he’d passed by dozens or even scores of times and to which he’d never once paid any attention. It was appropriately called ‘Pacific Grove Dance’ and offered lessons in ballroom dancing as well as many other more modern styles.

He stopped in on his way home that very day and found himself looking around for someone who could help him. The only other person there had her back to him, so when he got to the front desk he stood there politely waiting for her to acknowledge him.

Bingham never knew what kind of reception he might get when he met someone for the first time. He’d seen pretty much everything from groups of people pointing and smiling to being asked for his autograph to realizing the person he was talking to had no idea who he was. Regardless of how groundbreaking his work had been, it was still physics and that subject put most people to sleep. Still, he’d been in every local (and many national) newspaper, on the cover of several big-name magazines, and the focus of a Discovery Channel special. He’d been labeled the ‘new Stephen Escort Alpaslan Hawking’, a title he found embarrassing and for which he felt very unworthy. So, as always, he waited patiently not knowing what her reaction might be.

When she finally turned around, she was startled having no idea anyone was there. “Oh, my goodness. How long have you been standing there?” she said her hand on her chest just above her breasts.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I just didn’t want to interrupt what you were doing,” Bingham told her smiling politely.

“No, that’s fine. I just didn’t hear you. So…how may I help you?” she asked.

Although she looked nothing like Liz, this woman’s face resembled hers in that it was also one of the most symmetrical Bingham had ever seen. He found himself doing Golden Ratio calculations in his head as he mentally estimated the distance from one prominent feature to another. She also had an incredible smile and for a brief moment, Bingham found himself so captivated by her beauty, he was unable to think. He gave up on his calculations and tried to guess her age. She was clearly much older than Liz, but no less beautiful. She appeared to be in her mid-thirties but he couldn’t be sure. Bingham also noted this woman had the most beautiful, light-red hair and the clearest blue eyes he’d ever seen. Her skin was fair but also tight and free of the kinds of wrinkles so often seen in women who grew up around there and who’d spent a lot of time on the beach in the sun.

“Sir? May I help you with something?” she asked again still smiling. Her teeth were perfectly white, straight and framed by the kind of soft, full lips he—and most other men—found so attractive. Were he just a few years older…and not dating Liz…he would have been very interested although he had no reason to assume she’d feel that way about him.

“Oh, sorry,” he finally said. “Yes, I was interested in taking some lessons. My girlfriend has been hounding me…sorry, strongly encouraging me to take lessons before the Valentine’s Day dance at the Post-Graduate school.”

“Oh, right! That’s one of the biggest social events of the year around here. I went several times when my husband was still alive. It’s truly spectacular and I’m sure you’ll have a lovely time. Anything specific in terms of the steps you want to learn?”

As he started to answer she cut him off and said, “Why do you look so familiar to me?”

“Oh, I don’t know. I guess I have one of those faces.”

She smiled and said, “Oh, no. You definitely don’t have…one of those faces.” She didn’t seem to be embarrassed, but she did appear to be somewhat uncomfortable as she looked down for a moment.

She looked back up at him then said, “I can’t believe I’m saying this—because I never say this kind of thing—but you might just be the nicest looking young man to come in here in a very long time. So…there’s no possible way I’d forget your face.”

She smiled at him again then said, “I just have this feeling I’ve seen you before.” She stared at him for a few more seconds then said, “We have a lot of movie stars and other famous people around here and over the years, quite a few have stopped in at the studio.” She pointed to a wall where he saw black and white photographs of her with stars like John Travolta, Kevin Spacey, and not surprisingly, Clint Eastwood. The other man in the photos was almost certainly her late husband and he appeared to be as handsome as she was beautiful.

“Are you on a soap opera by any chance?” she asked trying to place his face.

Bingham laughed and assured he was not. Then she laughed and told him, “Well, you could be, you know. Have you ever considered auditioning?”

He laughed again and said, “I really don’t have time. Between my day job and my new girlfriend, my um…dance card is pretty full.” That made her laugh hard enough that she covered her mouth and her beautiful smile.

“You remind me of my late husband. He was such a handsome man and…funny, too. Looks are wonderful, but a sense of humor is forever.”

“You’re not telling me I’m funny looking, are you?” he said with mock seriousness.

She laughed yet again and said, “You see! I was right. Your girlfriend is a lucky young woman. So…just the waltz?”

She told him she had a package she called ‘the down and dirty’ in which customers could get a whirlwind tour of all the major steps or a more in-depth version of any three at the same price.

“I’ll take the three-pack, but I’ll have to ask my girlfriend which ones she specifically wants, if that’s okay.”

“That’s perfect!” she said. “There’s no need to let me know until we start. I’ve taught all of them for many years so I don’t need any advanced warning.”

“Great! So…how much do I owe you?” he asked.

He paid the advance and would settle up the balance when they finished the first lesson.

Liz was thrilled at the news and gave him the three steps she most enjoyed. He in turn called the studio and asked for… That’s when he realized he didn’t even know her name.

“Pacific Grove Dance Studio,” he heard a female voice say.

“Um, hi. This is Tanner Bingham. Are you the beautiful woman with the red hair I spoke to yesterday, by any chance?”

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The 4th installment of Jody and Ellie pt 2

Please read Slow Burn, Stolen Moments then Smoldering Fire then Smoke Effects Part 1 (in that order) to catch up with their story.

As always, a like and comment would be excellent.

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Part 2

5 days before the Boulders

I had been struggling with my anxiety and depression more than usual and Jody was attempting to lift me up. Doubt over everything had been running through my veins since Prom night. Jody planned for us to go out to dinner an hour away. No one knew us there so we could be more relaxed. It had started out so good. It was the first time we had gone to a Brewery since New Hampshire. Jody enjoyed a few flights and I stuck with my usual mixed drinks. The food was great. The atmosphere and company even better. After we ate, she was itching to dance so we found a bar with music and headed there after the meal.

We got drinks, grabbed a table and just took in the place. Jody and I danced, well Jody danced I did whatever it was that girls with not much rhythm do. She was having a blast. I was getting a headache. I sat down while she continued to enjoy the music. I was sipping my drink when someone approached our table. I looked up and a slender blonde was standing there. She had the bluest eyes I had ever seen. I stared just a second too long.

“Can I help you?” I asked her, having a hard time taking my eyes off of her eyes. If I had to guess I’d say she was younger than me, but not by much maybe 35/38. She was taller, standing there in skin tight jeans, boots up to her thighs and a shirt that matched her eyes.

“Your girlfriend shouldn’t leave you sitting here all alone.”

I looked at this brazen woman. There was something in the look in her eyes that piqued an interest. Before I could reply, Jody, who had seen her talking to me and left the dance floor, sat back down next to me. She was so close, and she put her hand on my thigh, squeezing it just a little, something she rarely did in public. She gave the blonde a look, “Is there something we can help you with?”

The blonde looked her up and down then said, “Nothing you can.” And walked away.

“Well that was weird.” Jody said. “Did she just come up to you?”

I shrugged it off and went back to my drink and talking to Jody. A few minutes later I spotted the blonde eying me. I averted my eyes but glanced back over and she was still looking my way.

Jody was ready to dance again. I was tired and told her I needed to use the bathroom and then I’d watch her have fun. I made my way through the thickening crowd to the back of the bar. There was a small line waiting for the single stall women’s room and I took my place in it.

The line moved quickly and as I got to towards the front, I felt another body join behind me.

“She really shouldn’t leave you alone so much.”

I turned around and saw the blonde standing next to me. Before I could fully register her presence, I felt her lips on mine. She pulled me closer as her tongue forced its way into my mouth. I was stunned and yet I didn’t pull away. I didn’t know why but I didn’t. Her hand was on my breast, her thumb stroking it as her tongue danced in my mouth. My body was betraying me, was on fire with desire. Almost as quick as she appeared, she was walking away, but not before slipping a piece of paper in my back pocket. I walked into the bathroom, my head was spinning, my heart pounding. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the paper. Tess and a phone number written in nearly perfect script. I carefully folded it back up and slipped it in the back of my phone case. Hidden.

I made my way back to the dance floor and found Jody. She spotted me and walked towards me. “Sorry, long line.” I stumbled through the words. “I’m ready to get out of here, are you?” It wasn’t late but I had other plans for the time we had before we each needed to be home.

Luckily, we had taken my van tonight. I got behind the wheel, leaned over kissed Jody with all the force I could muster, and then drove. I knew there was a few state parks around and I headed that way. As I drove my right hand held hers, then wandered over her body. I needed to feel all of her. Now. I turned into one I knew had a campground and drove til I found an empty area. I pulled the van into an unused site with no neighbors.

I unbuckled and pulled her closer to me, one hand locked behind her neck giving her no choice but to stay, the other frantically moving across her breasts, my lips and tongue battling with hers. I stopped and started to move to the back of the van. Jody didn’t move at first, I took her hand and pulled her towards me.

I pulled her shirt off then her bra. She started to do the same to me and I told her no. I buried my face in her chest, my hand rubbed and cupped between her legs. I grabbed her ass and pulled her hips. Jody gasped as I abruptly pulled her pants off. I was fueled by a fire that had started in the bar. I plunged half my hand into her core, again she gasped. Çırpı Escort I pumped and pounded her, my lips finding any bits of her skin to suck and kiss and nip.

“Owww Ellie.”

I barely heard her as I continued my mission. I felt her body tense and roll, she threw her head back. I watched her eyes flutter as her body shook. My hand was unrelenting and refused to stop.

“Fuck Ellie! Fuck.”

She was coming down and I had finally pulled my hand away. She reached for me, but I was already moving to the front of the van. I didn’t look back and soon she was in the passenger seat and I was backing out of the site. I kept my eyes forward knowing I couldn’t handle making eye contact with her. I turned the music up and drove towards home. Half-way there Jody finally spoke.

“Are you okay Ellie?” she paused then continued, “That was…different.” She sounded worried. She sounded the way she always sounds when she thinks I’m on the edge. When my own brand of not-all-together-mentally-healthy rears its not always pretty head. She was usually right when she sounded this way, but I shrugged her off for the second time tonight.

I kept my eyes on the road. I honestly didn’t know if I was okay. I wasn’t entirely sure what had come over me. “I’m fine. I’m sorry I hurt you.” She took my right hand off the steering wheel, kissed my fingers and held it the rest of the drive home.

I couldn’t get one face, one set of eyes, out of my head and it wasn’t hers. I was angry at myself for this. I loved this woman sitting next to me holding my hand, yet she wasn’t who I was thinking about. I dropped her off, saying goodnight with just a simple kiss. My mind was not in the moment before me.

I made it home and sat in my driveway with the van off. The only lights on still were in Jessie’s room. I opened-up my phone case and pulled out the piece of paper. I could see her blue eyes and feel her tongue still. I shook my head to get the memory out of it and put the paper back in my phone. This wasn’t me; this wasn’t who I was. I went inside and did all that needed to be done before I could crawl under my blankets.

I saw I had a text waiting:

Jody- Goodnight. Love you

I didn’t respond. I pulled my phone case apart again and took out the paper. I stared at it. At my phone. At my fingers. I watched as they typed in the number and kept typing.

Me- Wanna pick up where we left off?

I couldn’t believe it when I watched myself click send. I shook my head and quickly put my phone on airplane mode and fell onto my pillow. I couldn’t unsend it but I could pretend, at least for now, that I didn’t send it.

I woke early the next morning, my body still not used to being on summer break. I grabbed my phone and went to make coffee. Jody had texted me again but nothing from anyone else.

Jody- Good Morning. Are we still on for a walk and lunch?

I had forgotten we had made these plans. I was glad though. I needed to see her, smell her. Remember how much she means to me.

Me- Of course. 11?’

Jody- yep see ya then ??

Me-See ya

I went back to my coffee and life. It wasn’t long and I was pulling into her work. Reception knew me by now and buzzed me right in. I said hello to various people as I made my way to her office. She happened to work with a girl I waited tables with when I was in college, so I stopped in and said hi to Amy first. We chatted for a few before I continued to Jody’s.

I knocked and opened the door. She looked at me with those big brown eyes and I was hit with a red-hot shot of guilt. She gave me a quick hug and we headed out to walk. We had done this nearly weekly since becoming friends yet today we barely spoke. I was hoping she was chalking it up to my usual angst and anxiety overwhelming me.

“You look like you need to go for a hike not a walk.” She said with that same worried tone.

Nature, the woods, being alone in the noise of it was usually how I reground myself when my emotional state was teetering on the edge. I was relieved that this was where her thought process was.

“Yeah, I brought my stuff, I probably will after we eat.” Was all I could manage. I vaguely heard her talking about some event at work tonight she had to go to. Focusing wasn’t happening.

I felt like I was walking through pudding. Every step was heavy, my mind was half foggy. I went through the motions of eating lunch out on the patio, unable to keep my focus. Jody had to get back to work and I was thinking about going to a hike. I got back to my van and checked my phone.

-Yes

My heart sped up as I read that single word. Received an hour ago. I put my phone in the console and drove. I pulled into a trailhead, one of my favorite ones. I rarely saw anyone else here, and that’s the way I preferred it. I took my phone, laced up my boots and headed into the woods.

I lost myself in the sounds, smells and sights. I sat down by a brook and checked my phone. Nothing. I again watched Çırpı Escort Bayan as my fingers typed and clicked send.

Me- When

I didn’t expect an immediate respond but got one.

– you tell me

Just remembering the way her tongue felt, propelled my fingers on the keyboard.

Me- tonight

I clicked send then headed up the trail more. My mind was filled with images. The blonde, who I couldn’t call Tess. Her eyes, the way her touch felt. Jody. How much I loved her. I didn’t understand why I sent those texts. It was a mistake. I would just block her number.

I didn’t stop to check my phone until I was ½ mile from the end of the loop.

-you come to me same place 7pm

Shit. There was no way I was doing that. I wasn’t that person, I wasn’t. I texted Jody.

Me- just got done hiking. It is exactly what I needed. As always you were right. Have a great rest of the day and survive the event tonight. I’ll talk to you later or tomorrow. I love you to the moon and the back.

I put my phone away, finished the hike and went home. Both kids were there when I arrived. Evan too. I could hear Jessie yelling from the driveway.

“You are ridiculous! I’m 17 years old not a fucking child.”

“You live in MY house you will do what I tell you.”

Fuck. Evan and Jessie were fighting, again. I ran in to try and break it up. Jessie was running down the stairs as I came in.

“I’m done. No wonder you hate him.” She yelled as she ran for her car. She peeled out of the driveway and I could only hope she was going somewhere safe. I heard Timmy slam his bedroom door trying to stay out of the chaos. I got inside and the fight with Evan continued, only now I was his target.

I heard all about how horrible a wife and mother I was. How our daughter was just as bad as I was. I couldn’t control the tears that started flowing as he continued to unload on me. I walked to Timmy’s room and told him to leave. Get on his bike and find a friend he could stay with. He looked at me with worry and then as his father started yelling again, he grabbed his bag and left.

“I’m done Evan. Done. I want a divorce.” The words flew out of my mouth. He stopped yelling and glared at me. “Get out Evan. Go get sober and don’t come back until you are.” I was shaking as I said it. I didn’t think he would go. I was shocked when he grabbed his truck keys and left. I needed a few minutes to stop shaking and then I went back to my van and got my phone. Jessie had texted.

Jessie- I’m at Hannah’s I’m safe.

Me- thank you. I’m sorry. So sorry.

Jessie- it’s not your fault mom. He’s an ass. I’m gonna stay here for a few ’til he cools down okay?

Me- of course. Be safe. I love you

Jessie- love you too

I texted Timmy. He was at Kyle’s. I told him to text me tomorrow.

I texted Jody.

Me- are you around? I really need to see you. Things just got really bad again. I told Evan I was done.

I hit send then went and showered. I got out and there was nothing from Jody. Panic and stress were building up inside me. I felt ready to explode. I remembered she had to work this event and I had no idea what time she would be done. I wish I had listened when she was talking earlier.

Me- please call me when you can

I could feel the anxiety starting to rise up and I needed to get out of this house. I jumped in the van, cranked up the music and started driving. I was trying to clear my mind and stave off the pending panic attack. The next time I really looked at the road I realized I was about a mile from the bar from the night before. I kept driving the rest of the way. 7:15. I got out, walked in and went to the bar.

“Double shot of Patron Silver.” I hadn’t done shots since I met Jody. I stood at the bar as the liquid filled my veins with calm.

I felt the air shift and heard a breath on my neck.

“She really should learn not to leave you alone.”

I turned and saw her. Her eyes were just as blue as I remembered from last night. Before I could respond her hand was behind my neck and her tongue in my mouth. This time I kissed her back. It was quick and when we broke away, she ordered two more shots from the bartender and two beers. After the shots she grabbed the beers, handed me one and took my hand, pulling me towards a table.

We sat down. She was so close.

“So, are you going to tell me your name?”

“No.”

“Fair enough.” She said as she leaned in, her hand was moving up my thigh. I took a swig of the beer she had handed me. It was gross but I kept drinking. Her hand kept moving, reaching and rubbing. I was pulsing with need. I shifted my weight and my legs opened more. Her hand delved deeper. She leaned in again. “I live 2 minutes away.”

I pounded what was left of the beer. I was feeling fuzzy headed but confident and brazen. “Show me.”

She took my hand again and led me outside. We turned the corner of the building and she pushed Escort Çırpı me up against the wall. Her hand went to my neck, her lips to mine. My leg went to her hip, pulling her closer to me. I cupped her pussy, could feel the warmth as we explored each other in that dark space. From down the alley we heard the clanking of bottles and broke our contact. She took my hand again and pulled me down the alley.

On the other side we were bathed in streetlights. “Right over here.” She guided me left and to a small front door. She opened and we walked in. This time I had her up against a wall. My need for her growing. I used my knee to spread her legs as my mouth connected with hers. My tongue explored this new space. My thigh ground her mound and small moans vibrated in my mouth. She soon used her height advantage and had me against the wall. My shirt was coming off.

“Where’s your bed?”

She pointed up the stairs with her head, her hands reaching to cup my breasts. I started moving us towards the stairs. We crawled up them, her on top of me as we took it one step at a time. Articles of clothing left on each step. We got to the top, naked and heavy with need. We were in her kitchen, a butcher block island a few feet away. We made it that far when she lifted me up and laid me on my back on the island. My head was spinning from rapid movements. The tequila was catching up with me.

I didn’t get to think on that long when I felt her tongue tracing it’s way up my slit. I was slick and hot, her tongue adding to it. Painfully slowly she licked and explored then thrust her tongue in and out. I reacted quickly to the stimulation. Begged her for more. Soon her mouth was around my clit and her fingers were in me. Thrusting and curling and pounding. My legs were over her shoulders as her face was buried in my legs. My back arched as she continued to pound my pussy and my legs clamped around her as my body was racked with pleasure.

She stood up as I came down and I pulled her to me, my hand began rubbing her hairless mound. My finger broached her folds, swirled around her clit. Our height difference was very apparent as we stood there. I wanted her sitting or laying down, I stopped my hand, got on my tippy toes and nearly growled, “Bed.”

She pulled me that way and once there I pushed her down on it. I sat on her lap, ground against her. Her breasts were bigger than I was used to, her nipples hard and long. Our tongues explored each other’s mouth as my hand continued to explore her folds. I pushed her down fully on the bed and placed myself between her legs. Lust was driving me. My tongue and fingers went to work on her. Her clit was huge, and I learned quickly she was a squirter. She tasted different. Smelled different. I watched her body roll and felt her clamp down on my fingers. She sat up, grabbed me and flipped me on my stomach on the bed.

“Don’t move.” She ordered. I didn’t. I could hear her rustling around and soon she was behind me. She stroked my ass, pulled my hips so my ass was up in the air. Her tongue licked me, she slapped my ass, licked my slit. Slapped me again then licked again. My body shuttered as she alternated pain with pleasure. I got up on my arms and looked behind me and saw she was wearing a strap on. She slapped me again and teased me with the head of it. I was throbbing.

“Fuck me.” I begged.

She filled me with the dildo and hammered me over and over again. Her hands on my hips pulling me into her with every thrust. I hadn’t been filled like this in far too long and it felt amazing. She wound my hair in her hands and pulled on my neck, the angle of her thrusts sending lightning bolts through my body.

“I want to ride you.” I told her and she pulled out and sat down on the bed. I climbed on top of her, lowered myself on the cock and began moving. Her mouth bounced between my nipples as I rode her to the end. I fell against her as I calmed. She looked me in the eyes,” now will you tell me your name?”

I looked at her and repeated my no. I was covered in sweat, I smelled like her and I was bit shaky, but I had a sudden overwhelming need to leave. I stared at her blue eyes and realized what I had just done. I made my way to my clothes and started putting them on. She stood there watching me.

“You shouldn’t be driving.” She said as I found my keys.

I looked back at her and reached for the door. I hoped I could find my way back to the bar. Tears had already started rolling down my face. I stumbled my way back to the bar, back to my van and got in. I found a half drank water in a cup holder and pounded it down. My eyes kept wanting to close and I had to concentrate on forcing them to stay open. I searched for my phone, remembering I had turned it off and put it in the glove box.

20 notifications. Half of them texts from Jody the rest calls from her. I turned it back off, put it down and started the van. I opened the windows to let the air help keep my eyes open and I started for home. My phone went off three more times as I drove, I ignored them all. I got into my driveway and turned off the van. There was no other car there. I wondered where Evan landed. I texted Jessie to check on her. She got right back to me.

Jessie- I’m fine. I’ll be home tomorrow or the next day I promise. Are you ok?

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Okay… I can write some more I think… Oh, yes… The Boys… I laugh when I look back on so many of the dumb situations I’ve gotten myself into… It’s like I could always see something coming, but never tried to avoid or change it…

I sat in my room that evening… trying to figure out what to wear… He said something “killer”… I was suspicious… but at the same time… I have always enjoyed male attention… Honestly… the more guys I saw falling over themselves over me… motivated me even more… I decided on a pair of white shorts and a yellow halter that laced up the front. The beauty of the halter was that I couldn’t get it laced tightly enough without suffocating me, so there was like about an inch of flesh visible between my breasts. It was the only size they had in the store when I bought it… and I had to have it… The effect on my cleavage was pretty dramatic, and the material was that rubbery stuff like on a body glove bathing suit.

I put on a pair of sandals and thought I looked pretty cute… I put my hair in a single ponytail and tied it with an elastic scarf. I remember descending the stairs after Jim, my brother, had yelled at me for the 87th time to “come on, let’s go” I felt my heavy breasts bobbing up and down as I walked down the stairs… It definitely had the correct effect on my brother… He apologized for yelling and everything. We got in his car and he drove us to the Boardwalk.

We met his friends there, Zeke and Arnie… I was only able to put up with them, because I LOVE the rides… especially the roller coaster! Jimmy wouldn’t ride it… scardy cat… but Zeke and Arnie rode it with me till Arnie got sick… Yuck… That killed that… cuz they wouldn’t’ let me ride alone… Something about the “wrong” kind of guys might try something with me… Right…

After the last ride with Canlı Escort Bayan Zeke, we found Jimmy and Arnie carrying a big cooler telling us to follow them down to the beach… It was dark but with the moon out, we could see fine… and the temp was perfect! They spread out a blanket and opened the cooler that had beer and munchies… and a bottle of Tequila! I accepted a beer and sat with them in the warm sand… kicked off my sandals and was digging my toes into the sand… when they started drinking shots of Tequila… telling me it was MAN’s stuff and not for girls… That’s like waving a red flag in front of a bull to say that to me…

After 3 or 4 shots of TeKillya… I was sloppy drunk… The guys were telling jokes… most off color for me normally… but I didn’t care at that point… As we sat there Zeke had begun rubbing my feet… which I absolutely LOVE!!!!! I just leaned back and let his fingers work magic on my feet and ankles… The next thing I knew, Arnie was rubbing my shoulders… I was in heaven… I looked over at Jim… who was sitting across from the three of us just staring at us…

Zeke’s hands were slipping up my calves and Arnie’s hands were going down my arms and occasionally brushing against the sides of my breasts… but I had my eyes closed… enjoying the attention AND the effects of the tequila. That’s when Arnie turned me sideways and kissed me on the lips as he was squeezing my tit… At the same moment or two… I can’t remember exactly… I felt Zeke’s tongue and lips between my thighs… I found myself on my back with my legs spread… Zeke licking all around my the bottoms of my shorts and sucking on my pussy THROUGH my shorts! I started to fight back with my hands beating on Arnie’s shoulders as he kissed me and suddenly felt the strings give way holding the halter on… Canlı Escort

My breasts were free and Arnie’s mouth left mine gasping as he started sucking on one tit and squeezing the other… I was crying out to Jim… but as I looked over at him, he was mesmerized… I felt my shorts and panties being pulled down over my bucking hips as Arnie crawled up to straddle my ribcage… He was still squeezing my tits as I heard his zipper go down and the next thing I knew, his cock was lying between my tits… and he was pumping it in and out between them… Zeke had his mouth and tongue sucking and licking me to an incredible orgasm… and I couldn’t do anything but moan and cry out in pleasure… Suddenly, I felt Arnie’s cockhead pushing into my gaping mouth… and that’s when Jim jumped up… When he saw me sucking hungrily on this cock and undulating my hips into Zeke’s face… He started screaming and pushing them off me…

I was crying out “Noooooo”… as Jim was pulling me to my feet, pulling up my shorts that were around my knees and fumbling with my halter trying to get the strings tied… The guys were pleading with Jim; telling him that he was messing up “OUR” plans… After hastily tying the laces… only barley covering my breasts… my shorts back on… he dragged me crying to the car… with the Boys catcalling in the background that Jim only wanted me for himself… My mind was cluttered with tequila and what had happened… I could still taste cock in my mouth and my pussy tingled in wetness…

We drove home in silence, until we were in front of the house. Judging by the car’s in the drive-way, my parents were home, and probably Randy, my younger brother too. Jim wanted me to stop crying before we went in… I was asking him WHY he had done this… and he could only tell me how hot I looked and how Escort Canlı great an idea it was originally… but after he’d seen me in that compromising position… he got “JEALOUS”! Figure that one out! I tried to console him now, as I heard the hurt and frustration in HIS voice now… instead of mine… All of a sudden, “I’m” the one in control… I told him I’d over heard their entire conversation in his room… and he asked me why I agreed to go with them… I told him I wanted too… but then got scared when things actually started happening…

I remember looking into his big brown eyes and telling him I heard EVERYTHING… even about how he wanted me to perform orally on him… It was like for some time he’d had this oral fixation about me… the bananas… the jokes and innuendoes… He told me everything came to a head when he heard about me in the drive inn… it about killed him to know that I was doing what he’d always wanted for himself… even if he WAS my brother!

So, I slipped down from my seat to the floor and pulled him more to the center of the car seat and undid his pants and pulled his cock out… I can still see it sticking up in front of my face as I type now… all big and hard and veiny… I stroked it while talking to him… telling him that I knew how much he had wanted this and that secretly… I had too… and I jammed his big cock into my mouth and sucked it for what must have been 5 minutes… He couldn’t sit still and the more he struggled, cursed, and grabbed my head… the harder and deeper I sucked his cock… until it exploded in my mouth… I gulped and swallowed like my life depended on it… until he softened and slipped out of my exhausted jaws! I used my fingers to wipe the drops of cum that dribbled out onto my chin and licked them clean.

Neither of us said a word as we entered the house. Randy was waiting by the door, and immediately began badgering Jim…telling him that “we” had been in the car a LONG time… and that he had only seen ONE head most of the time… *S*… I didn’t wait to hear how the argument turned out. I went straight up to bed… Omigod… Tequila…

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This is a long winded romance between two women with a dash of supernatural elements(reincarnation). As with my other stories, there is a strong focus on plot and the characters drive the story forward. While there is sex, it isn’t the focal point.

Huge thank you to Wax Philosophic for allowing me to borrow one of my favorite characters from Mistress and Charlotte’s lives. If you haven’t read any of the ongoing series featuring these lovely ladies yet, I highly recommend it.

As always, I love and thrive on feedback. So, whether you loved it, hated it, or something in between, please leave a comment or shoot me an email. Thanks for reading!

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Josephine Daniela Vasquez – Present Day

The farmer’s market was packed, and I threaded my way through the dense crowd in search of a stand with berries. The sun baked the area and I was grateful I chose to wear a tank top and cut-off shorts before leaving the house. There was a gentle breeze floating in the air but it was akin to a desert breeze, offering absolutely no relief from the late August heat. I finally reached the produce stands, finding a long table with various berries strewn across the surface in their tiny square green boxes. Blackberries, peaches, nectarines, and a handful of overripe blueberries, which I knew were just starting to be out of season. “Can I help you?” the young woman standing behind the table asked in accented English.

I smiled and nodded. “Yes, I’ll take a crate of blueberries and a bundle of spinach, please,” I said. She was pretty, her dark brown hair hanging over her shoulder and her skin a dark bronze, much like my own.

After gathering the items that I requested, she placed them in my reusable bag and took the cash I was handing her. “Hablas español?” she inquired.

I chewed my lip before I grinned,”Si, pequeno, lo siento,” I apologized honestly, letting her know I did but only a little. She handed me my change and my bag. We chatted amicably about the weather and the city. “Gracias,” I said before leaving the stand. You might be surprised how pleasant it is to have a simple conversation in one’s first language. It’s the little things, I tell you. I left the area, heading toward the sidewalk to make my way home. I struggled with the weight of my bags, lifting the load onto my shoulder. My Latina heritage is obvious and the interaction at the farmer’s market was not the first instance of someone thinking I knew fluent Spanish. Let me explain a little.

My mother came to the states when she was pregnant with me, fleeing from the tiny town of Jecori in the Mexican state of Sorono. She never got into much detail of the actual journey to America but did tell me it was hot. She eventually admitted to me that she wasn’t pregnant when she began the trip, which always makes me cringe when I think about it. As first generation, she struggled to find proper prenatal care and I feel fortunate to be alive as she was only seventeen when she had me.

She made her way to California, crossing the border illegally and obtaining work where she could until I came along. Finding childcare is difficult in general but with the added issue of being in the country illegally with absolutely no familial support, my mom had to rely on the assistance of other migrant workers she had become close to. She was able to continue working after I was born and support our two-person family, traveling up and down the west coast for jobs.

It wasn’t a bad childhood; she loved me very much, taught me good morals and always put my wellbeing first. We were reasonably happy until she was detained for being unable to prove her citizenship. That’s when shit hit the fan.

“Hey!” a voice pulled me from my reverie as I hurried through the crosswalk. Once I reached the curb, I turned to see a woman following me. She was absolutely stunning, long blond hair shining in the August sun, her alabaster skin stark against the little royal blue sundress that hugged her body. She held my wallet in her hand.

“Oops, thank you so much,” I said as she approached me, handing me my wallet. The closer she got, the more beautiful she became. Her hair held little kinks, the wavy ash locks laying over her shoulders and her emerald eyes catching mine. A splattering of dark freckles lay on her soft cheeks and petite nose. Her fingers brushed mine when I took it, and my breath hitched as I felt a strange tingling where her skin had touched mine. Her eyes widened for a brief moment before she relaxed and smiled, causing me to wonder if she’d felt the same thing.

“No problem. I saw you drop it at the farm stand.” Once I had my wallet, she gave me a little wave and took off down the street, her curvaceous hips swaying. Meh, she was probably straight anyway.

I headed in the opposite direction toward the house. It sat on a slanted road facing downtown and the three bedroom home was comfortable. When I stepped inside, one of my two roommates sat on the couch, hands thrumming the controller of his video game console. “Sup?” he offered, Helvacı Escort his brown eyes unmoving from the screen in front of him.

I shrugged, even though he couldn’t see it because he was too engrossed in his game. “Nothing got some veggies and crap from the market.” I headed to the kitchen, putting the produce in the fridge before grabbing a soda and plopping down beside my roommate.

I tried to watch whatever Alejandro was playing but I couldn’t figure out what the hell was going on. “What’s the point of this?” I asked.

His dark brows pulled together. “I shoot the bad guys,” he explained. “You going to the club later?”

I knew he was referring to the gay club down the street that I had yet to check out. It had been roughly four months since we’d been living together and I’d grown used to his prolonged screen time, with work and play. Plus, he invited a lot of men to his place. I had a copious amount of ear plugs in my bedside table. I’m pretty sure his sister took the bottom floor room for more than the private bathroom. “I guess I could check it out.”

He finally took his eyes off the game and looked at me, waggling his brown eyebrows. “There’ll be a lot of hot chicas,” he sang, nudging me with his elbow. Alejandro Flores and I had more in common than just our sexuality and the color of our skin; he and his sister, Ana, were second generation from El Salvador, their parents seeking refuge from the violent street gangs flooding their city and a corrupt government.

When I turned eighteen, I ditched my latest foster family, heading up to Seattle, Washington from Long Beach, California.

Being only in my junior year of high school, I reenrolled myself in one of the public schools in the city. I lived in a shelter for some time until I found work and an amazing program that offered housing assistance for teens such as I was. I met Alejandro and his older sister when I started school, the three of us quickly becoming friends due to our shared experiences.

They were the closest thing to family I had aside from the few migrant workers in California who helped me cope after my mother’s passing. Well, they tried. I wouldn’t allow the help and suffered for it. I’ll get back to that sob story later. Some time before I graduated high school, I was offered a scholarship for being a second generation Mexican-American, with the added bonus of being a former foster child.

It was enough to cover my schooling, which is a lot more than most can say and I chose physical education. It came as a surprise due to my few brushes with the law and for being a general fuck up. I guess the organization saw something in me, a glimmer of hope and promise. Whatever it was, I was more than thankful to have the opportunity.

I slapped the arm of the couch as I stood. “I guess I’ll go take a shower if I’m going to tag along with you. Can’t be smelling like a sweaty mongrel if I want to find myself a lovely lady to dance with.”

“I hear some people like that smell,” he snorted, eyes back on the video game in from of him.

I chuckled as I walked up the stairs to my bedroom. It was so nice feeling a part of a family. Our little trio was close knit and I loved Alejandro and Ana as if they were truly my siblings. It had been almost fifteen years since my mother passed and I finally felt like I had a true family again. Alejandro specialized in computer informatics while his sister worked at the high school. She actually recommended me and helped me land the job. I had been a substitute teacher floating around in Seattle, having trouble finding a steady position.

It was tiresome, as all I wanted in that point in my life was a little predictability. I moved around enough in the first part of my life and I was ready to have a stable job at the very least. Ana found me such a job, a spot opening and she helped me secure that position.

I stripped, eager to wash the sweat off my body from my ritual morning run and the overall grim from the heat outside. The shower washed over me, easing the muscles sore from my run and the hike I took the day prior. I washed my body hastily before stepping out and wrapping in a towel. I headed to my bedroom, my mind on what I was going to wear to the club.

“You going like that?” Alejandro asked, his shoulder leaning against the threshold of my bedroom door.

“Uh, real funny Al. Now, get out so I can get dressed.” I shooed him from my doorway, closing it before turning to the closet. I grabbed some clothes and tossed them on my bed, throwing my towel over the back of the computer chair in my room.

The faint puckered scars on my abdomen weren’t as ugly as they had been, the knife marks still a reminder of my reckless behavior as a teen. The air from the oscillating fan ran over my flesh, causing my dark nipples to tighten and little goosebumps to spread across my skin as I pulled on my bra, adjusting the straps.

I thought about skipping out on the bra, as I had one thing in mind when I decided Helvacı Escort Bayan to go to the club: I wanted to spend the night with a beautiful woman. For some reason, I thought back to the blond and my wallet and the rush of lust I felt when those green eyes met my own. It was such a strange sensation, not quite static shock but perhaps describing it as pins and needles would be more accurate.

I felt my nipples stiffen against my bra as I thought about it and sighed. Shit, I needed to get laid. Admittedly, I had a thing for blondes, originating with a beautiful surf Goddess in shining armor who saved me from potentially beating up a racist asshole. I wondered if this was the reason I couldn’t get the stranger out of my head. I remember it being one of the integral moments that lead me to getting my ass in gear and taking what life offered me. Which, I eventually realized was a lot.

It was a few months short of my eighteenth birthday and I was biding my time before I could take off from my latest foster family. They weren’t the worst, but I was over it by that point, my brush with death after a fight I picked sobering me to the realities of life and my own expectations. The sun was warm over the beach, the sand hot on my bare feet as I walked near the sidewalk, cherishing the sounds of the ocean. I found a spot by a palm tree and eased down in the scorching sand, watching the water push onto the shore and recede back.

A roller skater passed behind me on the sidewalk, a distant conversation mixing with the sounds of a seagull’s melody and the waves. I looked up, the leaves of a palm tree raking the clear blue sky as a breeze pressed off the water. My short crop of brown hair was tousled by the wind, the feeling reminding me of when my mother ruffled it when she hugged me.

A lone surfer rode a small wave, flopping off the board and quickly being submerged in the water. It was hypnotizing and the sounds and scenery lulled me into a false meditation.

I closed my eyes, taking a lung full of the salty air and smiling to myself. I only had three more months until I could escape from the shifting existence I inhabited. My mother had a mantra she used to say when life was becoming too unpredictable and she was fearful. “Al hombre osado, la foruna le da la mano,” I whispered to myself. It meant that ones who act boldly are more likely to succeed. To the daring man, fortune gives him the hand. I repeated it four times, such as my mother had when she was overthinking a decision to move on to another job. It calmed me in times of distress. I wasn’t particularly distressed but the future concerned me. When I did reach legal adulthood, where the hell was I going to go? I knew I didn’t want to stay in California. I’d only ever been to the three west coast states with my mother and I couldn’t see myself staying in the area if I didn’t have to. I repeated my mantra, brows furrowed and lips a tight line as I searched myself for what I wanted.

“We speak English here in America. Why don’t you go back to Mexico?” a gruff voice shouted at me, snapping me from my false serenity. I looked up to see the owner of the voice, a pasty boy of roughly sixteen standing over me, another equally scrawny boy behind him.

“Excuse me?” I asked, bringing my hand up to shield my eyes from the sun. I stood and brushed the sand from my shorts. I was actually surprised he didn’t say ‘Murica and I tried not to chuckle at my internal thought.

Scrawny boy

took a step back and puffed out his chest. “You heard me. If you want to speak Spanish, you should get the hell out of here and go back to Mexico.”

I crinkled my face at him. “I was born in San Diego. I’ve never even been to Mexico,” I averred while gritting my teeth, my hand clenching into a fist at my side. I was sick and tired of being judged for existing and I was ready to fuck this kid up, regardless if it lead to jail time or not. Fighting had always been the answer at that point in my life and, even after landing myself in the hospital with the last fight I instigated, I wasn’t ready to back down from one with the idiot in front of me.

Although I was quite petite in stature, I could still fuck somebody up. Cowering in the face of adversary had done nothing for me in the past. I shifted a foot back, readying myself to throw a nose breaking strike to his face upon his response.

That is, until my eyes caught sight of a Goddess emerging from the water behind Scrawny Boys

and

. She was tall, having at least four inches on me and her blue bikini showcased tight muscles expanding over her entire torso and everywhere else for that matter. Her long blond dreadlocks showered the sand in seawater as she shook her head and she tucked her surfboard under her arm as she strode toward us.

“Doesn’t matter where you were born,” Scrawny Boy

said, causing me to rip my gaze away from the woman just in time to see him spit in the sand. How attractive. I tightened my fist again and was about to throw my Escort Helvacı punch when she spoke.

“Leave her alone, shit heads,” the woman with the surfboard called as she approached, eyeing the two guys. I tried to keep myself from drooling as I took in her appearance. Beads of water cascaded over her taut abdomen and her thighs. The muscles in the arm holding her surfboard rippled as she shoved the tip of her board into the sand, hand meeting her hip. Water droplets ran down her elegant neck, threading down between the slight cleavage of her perk breasts.

“Go to hell,” Scrawny Boy

snapped.

I lifted my eyes from her chest, mentally berating myself for being such a perv. Warm hazel eyes met mine and I saw her lips curl slightly before she set her gaze back on the assholes harassing me. Her skin held a beautiful bronze tan that couldn’t have been solely from the sun and I was transfixed by her beauty, the tiny stud in her nose shimmering in the sunlight. “Hey, Tommy, you little twat waffle, shouldn’t you be home washing your mama’s colostomy bag? I thought Thursdays were your day,” the surf Goddess retorted.

Scrawny boy

scowled. “Fuck you, Jules.”

She grinned, a blond eyebrow lifting with arrogance. “Oh, you wish, Tommy. You wish. Now get the fuck out of here.” Scrawny boys took off, muttering something obscene under their breaths.

Once they were trudging down the sidewalk, I couldn’t help but laugh at her insult. “Twat waffle?”

She looked at me and smirked with a shrug of her shoulders. “It struck a chord, didn’t it? I’m Juliet. I swear most people around here are decent, with the exception of those fuckers,” she claimed, extending her hand.

I reached out and shook her offered hand.

“Thanks. I’m Jo. Honestly, I was about to kick his ass.” Her hand held mine a little longer than normal handshakes permitted but, fuck, I wasn’t complaining. She was gorgeous and could probably tell I was a few months short of not being jailbait when she finally let go. Juliet tugged the surfboard from its spot it in the sand and tucked it beneath her arm again.

“It’s nice to meet you. Those pendejos aren’t worth it. Tommy is a little shit head who likes to talk a lot of trash and wouldn’t last two seconds in a real fight.” She smiled and I couldn’t stop staring at her. “Sorry, but I’ve got to run. If you ever want some surfing lessons, I come down here at least four times a week. Or, if you just want some tips on coming up with insults on the fly, that works too. Hasta luego, pequeña,” she said with a wink before she walked up the sidewalk toward the parking lot.

Shortly after she left, I plopped back down in the sand and realized how grateful I was for her intervening. If she hadn’t, I know I would’ve kicked the ‘twat waffle’s’ ass and, with such a short time before I turned eighteen, probably be tried as an adult if he called the cops. I sighed deeply, sitting back in the warm sand as the sun began its descent. I thought about all the places my mom and I lived and finally realized Washington state was where we were happiest. She made the best money and she was always lighthearted up in the Pacific Northwest. Three months later, I hopped a train with cash I’d saved up from my various jobs and headed to the emerald city.

As I thought about the cute blond who gave me my wallet, I wished I could thank Juliet for saving me from making a monumental mistake. Those idiots weren’t worth me going to jail for, even though I would’ve enjoyed kicking their asses. It wouldn’t cure them of their intolerance toward Spanish speakers and immigrants in general. That had to happen on a different level or platform. Not the other end of my fist. In hindsight, I should’ve went back to that beach to find her and thank her but I was too chicken shit back then. I had the confidence to pick a fight with a grown man but not to ask a pretty girl on a date. That confidence came later.

I threw on a cute band tee that hugged my breasts and a pair of Bermuda shorts before heading to the bathroom to do my hair. I stared into the mirror as I styled my short chestnut hair into a cute little faux hawk. “Jo, you ready?” I heard Alejandro call from down the hall.

“Dude, it’s not even six o’clock yet,” I called out. I could hear him talking on the phone as he made his way up the stairs.

“We’re stopping to have dinner with Ana at her majesty’s favorite vegan place,” he whispered, covering the receiver of the phone with his hand. I nodded and turned back to the mirror, fixing an unruly hair before washing the styling product off my hands.

**

I was a far cry from where I’d once been in my life, shortly after my mother was detained. My recollection of the day she didn’t come home is a little fuzzy but I think I was about eleven years old. I say ‘home’ loosely. We never truly had a home. School had been rough that day and we’d only been in Anaheim, California for maybe a month. My Mama was working for a well off family as a housekeeper and she was making a decent living, enough that we could afford a motel room to ourselves. I caught the bus from downtown and when I got back to our room, she was gone. I waited, hoping maybe she just picked up more hours or had missed her bus. It was the next morning when child protective services came banging on the door.

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I felt him writhing beneath me. We rolled over the grassy spot just beyond the lake. The misty morning air surrounded us as we arched into each other, joined up in frenzied mating. I could see his stomach muscles ripple beneath the sweat-soaked hair. I could feel his cock pressed into my belly as I moved within him. The mist of early dawn obscured his face. But I knew him anyway. I had seen him before, loved him before. I knew his body as well as I knew my own. But I had yet to see his face. As I built up, arching over and over into him, the cool, wet morning air chilled my sweaty, burning skin. I felt the hair on my chest matt with the sweaty efforts of our lovemaking. I kept moving inside him, feeling him grow and thicken against my belly. He milked me with his beautiful body, causing my own release to coincide with his. I bellowed out …

… I awoke to sweaty, tangled sheets. My underwear was soaked with my release. I still tingled and shook with aftershocks. I was so hard still. I lay spent in my sprawling bed, catching my breath. I was so frustrated. This dream had been coming to me night after night for weeks. It was always the same man. I could see his body, I knew every curve and ridge from his toes to his chin, but I hadn’t seen any further. I knew he was dark haired, almost black. He was tall, almost as tall as my six-six. His chest was matted with unbelievably thick, curly, infinitely soft hair. He was strong, muscled naturally from working with his hands. They were calloused and rough. His shoulders were strong, much broader than his hips. His legs had wrapped themselves around me numerous times. I can still feel that soft hair, the rippling strength bracing my hips as I plunge into his heat. This has got to stop.

I crawled out of bed and dropped my soaked knit boxers in the hamper as I walked to the shower. I caught sight of myself in the mirror. My hair, both on my head and body, was matted and mussed with sweat. Whereas my dream man’s body was hulking and corded with muscles, my body was that of a tiger or dolphin. I was sleek and graceful, choosing to run and swim rather than pump iron. My eyes trailed down my mirrored doppelganger. I was still so very erect. I was so engorged that the head was shiny. Each vein stood out in sharp relief and pulsed with my heart. There was still a bluish, milky trace of my slumberous orgasm slicking under my foreskin. I reached my hand down and smoothed it over its surface. My middle finger and thumb didn’t quite meet as I grasped myself. I watched in the mirror as I fisted myself. My hand smoothed back my foreskin, peeling it over the engorged head then pushed it back. I felt my eyes roll back in my head and I felt my dream lover take my hand’s place. I felt his calloused thumb slick over the sensitive ridge on the top of my cock. His strong, long fingers fisted me, milking a response from me. The hand moved faster, skimming the sensitive nerves, strumming me to pleasure. I heard my breath hitch and I started to pant. My testicles rose up and I tingled, inching over the edge. The first spasm gripped me, propelling semen out at explosive force. I opened my eyes to watch my first spurt hit he mirror, followed by a thick second then very loose and wet third. I became aware of the cold marble tiles at my feet as I again worked to equal my breathing. I watched as my image became distorted as my essence ran down the mirror’s shiny surface. I grabbed a towel and wiped it up before heading to my shower.

A few hours later I sat at my desk in my office, overlooking Manhattan. I had always found peace in the view, but not today. The dreams were killing me. Desire was turning into an obsession. At twenty-three, I was at the top of my game, king of the world. But I was already tired of it. A thought that had only been a vague notion before the madness of my dreams started began to take root. I needed to get away. My work was suffering and I spent more time wishing I could be asleep if only just to see him and feel him again. That night, as I rode the train home, I fell asleep …

… We met by the lake, neither of us wasting any time to get there. I felt him walk up behind me. He whispered something that sounded like a mumble, but somehow I understood it, as ‘I love you.’ I was already breathing hard feeling my chest heave for breath at what I knew would follow. My dream lover began to skim my unbuttoned shirt off my shoulders, kissing my warm skin as he went. I fisted my hands in his hair and lifted him for my kiss. I brushed my lips over his as our tongues caressed. I felt his shoulders and moved my hands down his back, under the band of his jeans. I pushed my fingers under the elastic of his underwear and cupped his strong, dimpled ass. I skimmed a finger through the cleft and brushed it through warm hair and sleek heat, searching for his center. I removed one hand and moved it to unbutton his jeans, allowing my other hand greater motion. Once freed of the confine, the jeans slid off his hips and pooled at his feet. Urla Escort My hand moved faster as I tasted his lips. I pushed into him with one finger and felt him shudder beneath me. I kept pushing into him, parting him, making him ready for me. I was so hard and felt pre-cum push through my slit, wetting my boxers. Then my dream man pulled away from my lips, his diaphanous face was still shrouded to me, but I heard him clear his throat than announce my stop …

… I awoke to find myself sweaty and achy. I stood before the train could move on. I couldn’t hide my erection. The tent was obvious. I heard one guy snicker and an older woman smiled at me, leering at my aroused state. I felt the blush rise from my neck as I stepped off the train onto the milling platform. I crawled into my car and drove home. Once there I sought out my shower. It had six nozzles set at varying heights off of three pipes with a central rainmaker over my head. I turned them all blistering cold, willing the frigid water to reign in my erection that hadn’t calmed in the thirty minutes since awaking on the train. After several shivering minutes, I gave up and turned the water scalding and took matters into my own hands, refusing to give in to the urge to fantasize about my dream man. After just a few strong tugs, I exploded, coating the wall of my shower.

Every time I slept, even for a nap, I entered my dream man’s lair. At first it had been pleasant with few details. But each subsequent night, the details filled in. The lake and the grassy spot by it, the mist and the dawn, a few rocks and the trees all took shape and stood out in detail in the dream. Even my mystery lover became more real with each passing nocturnal encounter. There was a scar on his thigh, the left one, about three inches above his knee in one long arch. There was also an inoculation booster shot scar on his left shoulder. His belly button was inward and his shaft was uncircumcised. But most importantly was the cross he wore round his neck. That detail became clear this morning.

With each passing night, I became more convinced that he was real. Something was causing me to dream about him. I just didn’t know what it was. The following Saturday, while watching television, I saw my lake. There was a special on castles in Ireland and near one of them, was a lake, straight from my dream. The willow tree by its side and the rock that jutted from the water were so familiar. I had made love with my guy on that rock, under the willow, on the grassy slope leading back to the castle. My God, I knew where he was. I dropped everything and rushed to the phone, intending to fly to Ireland immediately. But just as I picked up the receiver, logic clouded my mind. I needed to plan this out. I needed to know some things first. So I decided to wait, giving myself two weeks.

During the two allotted weeks, I did some research. I found out the nearby castle was in a state of neglect, which was what the special was about. I looked into it and figured that if I was going to Ireland; I might as well have a reason. I stepped down from my position in the family holdings, becoming a silent partner. I would use the considerable assets I had, but no longer worry about the day-to-day running of the company. When I signed the papers of control, I felt a huge weight lift from my shoulders. I knew I had made the right decision. I also worked with the Irish government to purchase the castle and the lake property surrounding it. My intention was filed and I was awaiting approval to begin renovations. Now I had an excuse to visit.

After two short weeks, I found myself sitting on a 747, winging my way to Dublin. Once I had made my decision to go, the dreams became sharper, almost real. I even once felt like I was having a dream while awake. I was sitting in my chair, reading about the castle, when I felt his hands on me. I put down the papers and felt the sensation of skin skimming over my skin. It was the strangest sensation. Then I felt as if his mouth were covering my cock. I wasn’t touching myself, but it felt as if he was moving over me. The sensations grew tighter and tighter within me. I knew I was close to cumming. I felt his mouth move away. Then I felt him sit on my lap. I could feel the soft hair on his ass and legs caress me. I felt him part over my shaft. I felt his back rub in the hair on my chest. Then he began to move. Over and over he rode on my shaft, eliciting tight, spiraling sensations. I felt his heat and wetness. Then I felt him clench me, as if he had found his release. He kept bouncing, until I followed him over the edge. I had my eyes open and I was looking at the walls of my living room, but I felt his body milk an orgasm from me. I felt the wetness seep into my shorts and slacks. I felt the clenching of my muscles with each spurt of release. I collapsed back against my chair, the moment my orgasm done, the feel of his body left me. I felt empty without him.

While sitting on the plane, Urla Escort Bayan stretched out, lying reclined in the comfortable chair in first class, I was hoping to avoid going to sleep. But it was night during the flight and just before dawn in Ireland. I felt him pull me into the dream with his own sleepy arousal. On the plane, I knew he was real. I just hoped to find him once there. I tried to keep awake, not wanting to do something embarrassing on the plane. But the quiet hum of the engines and the warm, comfortable chair as well as my mystery man’s dream pulled my eyes closed …

… We met at the lake again. I knew he was near. I shucked my clothes and slipped into the glassy lake. The ice-cold water shocked my system, but I knew once he arrived, I would be heated. I heard the brush rustle and saw it part to reveal him. He stood before me in jeans and nothing else. His breath was coming in fast pants, as if he were already aroused. Looking down his chest to the tent in his clothes, he obviously was. With each step he took toward me, his body became clearer. The tufts of hair on his chest and belly, the silky hair on his corded arms, and the strength of his legs encased in tight denim I was already familiar with. But as he came closer, I saw the bridge of his nose. Each step revealed more and more of his face. He had high cheekbones and curly hair. His eyebrows were thick and dark, his lips full and sensuous. But I couldn’t see his eyes, not yet. I trudged out of the water, intent on seeing his eyes. When I reached the shore, he joined me at the water’s edge. Then I glimpsed in his eyes for the first time. Blue, like the brightest, deepest sapphires; so different from my mossy green eyes. It was home, I saw straight into him and somehow I knew he was seeing all of me finally. He reached out and trailed a finger along my chest, chasing a bead of water through the hair down to my belly. I was so hard. He grasped my erection and started moving on me. I didn’t want him to do this. I grabbed his wrist and pulled him to me. I kissed him. When our mouths parted, he looked in my eyes and spoke to me. It was in a language I didn’t understand. I tried to tell him I didn’t know, but he just shook his head and kissed me again. I loved the feel of his tongue brushing against mine. Then his arms wrapped around me and drew me to him. My cold, wet chest nestled into the warm, dry curls of his. My loose erection rubbed against the soft ridges of his denim clad one. I moved my hands down to his jeans, but he stopped me. Then he pushed away from me and shook his head. I didn’t understand why he pushed me away. He looked down at me, at my aroused state and gulped hard before looking in my eyes again. I saw hunger and passion fire in the sparkling blue. But he didn’t move towards me. He shook his head and told me in English, thick with a rich brogue, that we needed to stop this foolish dreaming. He told me he was tired of dreams that stayed unfulfilled. I watched a tear roll down his cheek. I wanted to go to him, tell him I was coming, that I was looking for him. But I never got the chance …

… I felt someone shake my arm. I woke to see a flight attendant tell me it was time to land. I sat up and wiped a tear off my cheek. I was still aroused, but it was a good feeling. I knew that soon I would find him. Whoever he was. After the plane landed, I had a feeling I wouldn’t be going back to America. I went through customs and got a car. I drove towards Galway, to the South actually. I drove to a small inn in the town closest to the castle. On my drive, I watched the rolling, emerald hills, dotted with sheep or rock walls, a few crops and cottages as well as a couple of forested areas. The beauty transfixed me. It was foggy and rainy and I had never seen anything so wonderful. I checked into the little inn, set my stuff down and then walked into the pub connected to it for some lunch. I had a bookmaker’s sandwich. Grilled roast beef and tomatoes. It was delicious. I also had my first experience with an actual Guinness. I sat back and took in the wonders. There were a couple of elderly men playing chess and having a yarn about some game they had played when younger. There was a lively lass who served the food and drinks. When the people heard me talk, they pegged me for the Yank I was and started to talk to me. They asked what I was doing in Ireland and I explained about the castle up the road. There were a few disgusted comments and the people turned from me. The waitress leaned down and explained that Michael had been working on it and was hoping to get a grant to take care of the old castle. I felt really bad, but I understood why the government sold the land to me. I wasn’t looking for help; I could do all the renovations with my own money, pouring much needed cash into the local economy. I just hoped I could make peace with this Michael.

Sensing my welcome was waning; I left and went upstairs to my room. A few hours later, after calling the Escort Urla government contact I had and explained that I had arrived and was going over the property, I asked about this Michael and his claim on the land. Apparently he was a young man (it made me laugh, only being twenty-three myself) who had grown up in the area and had started to clear the land around the castle, wanting to renovate the castle grounds, restoring the gardens. The idea had merit; I had only thought of the building, I hadn’t thought about the grounds. I bought the surrounding land so I could have the lake. Maybe we could work something out.

The time difference with New York had me contemplating the bed when a knock called me to the door. The innkeeper was there. He told me that Michael had found out about my presence and was heading over to have words with me. He told me ‘the lad has a fine temper.’ Apparently his back was up and wanted to have it out with me. Fine, I would confront him, tell him that I owned the land and the castle and then propose a partnership with him. This was just the setback I didn’t need on my quest to find my mystery man.

Deciding it was best to meet him on neutral ground; I headed back down into the pub. But I didn’t make it past the front desk when the front door opened. A tall, big man walked in. He had a hat on his head to shield him from the rain. He turned and placed his raincoat and hat on a peg then turned to me. I couldn’t have been more surprised. It was my dream man. My breath left me. All I could do was stare. He looked in my eyes and he stopped too. He recognized me. I started to grin. Here he was. I was so happy to see him. Then someone from the bar called out and told Michael to leave the Yank alone. Oh God! His name was Michael; the same Michael who was pissed at me for buying the castle. Oh man!

His smile slowly disappeared as the realization dawned. His voice was thick with a delicious brogue. “You! You are the Yank who bought my castle?”

“Look, I did by the castle. But I need to talk to you about it.”

“What, that you and your Yank money can come in and push me out?”

“Please, let me explain. Give me five minutes. Privately. Please?”

He nodded and we walked into the barman’s cozy behind the bar in the pub. I sat in a padded, faded, velvet chair and he in another. The pub owner came in with a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. He eyed us wearily and then left, shutting the door behind him. I looked at him, taking his measure, enjoying being within touching distance of him. I started to remember some of the delicious things we did to each other.

“Your five minutes is wasting.”

I shook myself and I felt myself blush. “I’m sorry. My name is Patrick Jamison. I have to ask you a personal question.”

He nodded at me. So I swallowed hard and spoke. “Do you have a scar, about three inches long over your left knee?”

I watched him swallow, shock taking over his features. But he did nod. “How did you know about the scar?”

“I’ve seen it. In my dreams.”

I watched Michael swallow. Then he stood and paced the two or three steps he could in the small room. I sat back and watched him move. For such a large, bulky man, he moved with a sleek grace. I don’t think I could ever get tired of looking at him. His legs were bunching with muscle. He was so tense. He looked as if he could jump through the roof. He was the epitome of caged energy. Then he stopped and looked at me.

“So it was all real. You had the dreams too.” It wasn’t a question but I nodded. “The lake, the woods, all of it real?”

“Yes.”

“Did you dream this morning? I saw your eyes for the first time this morning?”

“Yes. I was on the plane. You said something to me I don’t understand.” I repeated the phrase to him. He just blushed and looked away. “Michael, what did it mean?”

“It’s Gaelic. I was telling you that you are my heart, my love.”

I stood and walked to him. I moved in to kiss him but he pulled back. I was confused. He looked in my eyes and for once the belligerence was gone. Instead he looked sad.

“Patrick, I’m engaged to be married.”

Well that stopped me cold. I felt lost. I had given up my job and my home to come to him. I was at a loss as to what to do. I just looked at him for a minute. He looked truly miserable. I just walked past him and out the door. I headed up the stairs to my room and started to pack my bags. I had no reason to stay in Ireland now. I heard a knock on my door. It was Michael. I walked up and opened the door. He looked miserable and guilty. I felt bad for him, but not bad enough. He saw that I was packing. He stopped what he was about to say and looked me in the eyes. There were so many questions, but I couldn’t answer them. He told me that I should stay, at least for the night. I nodded, knowing I was too tired to drive back to Dublin that night. I shut the door to any more questions and moved my bag off the bed. I sat down and started to tug off my boots. I stood and shucked my jeans and sweater and shirt and crawled under the blankets. I turned off the lights and stared out the window at the moon, willing myself to sleep and this time not to dream. Eventually, after a couple of hours, I felt my eyes drift …

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