Sensual cleansing – The Embassy : PD

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

Embassy of Hell

Setting down his champagne flute, Valmont settled back against the curved edge of the tub to listen to Nicholas explain when he first had feelings for him. He couldn’t help but smile when he heard that it had been a good couple of months. That Nicholas had been watching him, and yet didn’t once try to make a move. His insecurity about his body would have caused that. Now that was out of the way, and Valmont knew what he was as well as accepted it this gave Nicholas a new found confidence that was a joy to watch and experience. Through their love it was clear that nothing was impossible.

Valmont Reached around and took the sponge that had a good amount of soap upon it and then with his free hand he swept Nicholas’s hair to one side as he started to rub the sudsy sponge against Nicholas’s back.

“Only fair with the way you are sitting, that I do you first.”

Valmont had a firm hand, so Nicholas may well feel slightly pushed forward when Valmont worked his magic. It would start with the shoulders and go in a circular motion. Around and around. Lather and foam dribbling down Nicholas’s back only to land in the water.

The ambassador dunked the sponge into the tepid bath waters, then brought his arms around Nicholas, to start washing his chest. By doing this, Nicholas would find himself pulled in close with his sudsy back now hard up against Valmont’s chest. The incubus’s legs now wrapped around his. One hand using the sponge to clean, the other strumming his chest and even tweaking a nipple. Nicholas’s bare shoulder was so inviting, that Valmont bent his head forward to kiss it. The water lapped gently against the side of the bath, as all conversation seemed to stop.

 

~RB~

 

Tsu:

 

This was truly something Nicholas was enjoying very much. You could say he could stay like this forever but, he knew it was for a while. Feeling the sponge work its magic around his back and shut his eyes, it was loving. Feeling him work down his shoulders he’d slightly groan out in the sense of enjoying it. It was doing numbers on his body, feeling his back against Val’s he’d lean into him some. Leaning his neck to the side with his hair hanging down the side, he’d leave him plenty of room to do as he pleased. Feeling the small tweak against his nipples he’d feel them slightly harden and he bit onto his bottom lip, gasping once slightly. It was peaceful and lovely in the silence.

” Mmm.. I must say, you would make a good person who gives amazing massages, truly a miracle. ” he said happily with a sigh.

Nicholas moved his legs so they were sitting straight out in front of him, giving more room in the tub. His hands would go down and slightly rub against Valmont’s legs, spinning circles with his fingers. He’d trail them up his legs as far as he could reach from his position, his lower back slightly moving against his inner area since he was in between him. A small smirk slipped onto his lips and he was glad he couldn’t see his face, it was something he snickered a bit at.

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

Embassy of Hell

Valmont released a light grunt when Nicholas chose to move his back against his lower region. It set off a reaction that was all too easy to do in such close quarters. Having been already washing down Nic’s chest, the incubus had his lover well in his grasp. The happy sigh from Nicholas, topped with the words about how good Valmont was at amazing massages earnt a cheeky response.

“Well considering you are trying to massage me right now with your ass, I have to say it is you that are good at being very bad.”

The ambassador started to rub the sponge harder across Nic’s chest and then lower abdomen. Each time pulling Nic’s body back against his. He leaned down and started to flick his tongue against Nic’s ear. “You’re so dirty…I have to rub a bit harder. I know you won’t mind.” Taking in the tip of Nicholas’s ear lobe, Valmont sucked it lightly, before nipping it with the edge of his dog tooth. All the while he continued to clean Nicholas’s chest, till he tossed the sponge into the water, and let his hand go lower. It wasn’t hard to find Nicholas was already feeling aroused from the attentions. The water sloshed out over the side of the bath when Valmont pulled Nicholas tighter against him -whilst now assaulting his neck with nips and kisses.

He had forgotten all about being gentle. There were no more words, just raw passion being displayed by the alpha male. Being a predator to Nicholas’s offered body. He knew that Nicholas would find it very hard to resist. Valmont’s fingers soon were finding their way inside his lover again. The thrusting causing water to come in and out rapidly, thus increasing stimulation. Valmont’s hardness rubbed in between the crack of Nic’s ass. The incubus making it clear he wanted his lover to lose himself to this watery tryst. His fingers dug deep into his lover’s flesh to hold him hard to him as this was yet another conquest of his body.

 

~RB~

 

Tsu:

 

A couple of chuckles escaped Nicholas lips from the comment. Was he being bad? Maybe, he was good at being bad, something he’d keep in his head. Feeling the pull against him again he’d bite hi lip to hold in the moan, he knew his game.

“I guess I am good at being bad.. no I don’t mind if you rub a bit harder..” He said with a squeak, holding in the best he could.

Once he was sucking on his lobe he’d slightly shutter from it, biting his lip a bit harder. It was hard to keep moans in but, he was doing his best to. The kisses and nips made Nicholas let out giggles, a small giggle fit. He had murmurer sorry in a hushed tone, controlling himself. It was a ticklish spot, what could a person do? His breaths hitched up a bit as his hand went down lower into the water, between his thighs and he shut his eyes. Nicholas knew exactly what was going to go on and he was going to enjoy it. The intrusion into him again made Nicholas brake, the water helping it more stimulate. The lips had parted and sounds escaped them, ranging from soft to loud with each motion.

” V-V-Valmont.. oh hng, Val, Val, oh gosh, Valmont.. ” He had said loudly, signaling that he was enjoying the touches.

Nicholas would feel the lower half rubbing between and his face was once again slightly red but, not as red from earlier. Feeling his fingers dig in to his skin he knew he wouldn’t escape easily. Nicholas would continue on letting his bum rub back against his hardness when he pulled him back, obviously wanting to please him too.

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

Embassy of Hell

There were times when Valmont could be gentle and loving, but there were also those moments when he lost himself to the pleasures of his lust and right now he was finding the whole bathing situation to be pushing him to his limits. A fire was ignited, and the way that Nicholas cried out in response to the way that Valmont touched and gripped his skin, the incubus was now wanting to dominate him. The sly rubbing of his small buttocks to Valmont’s member brought an enraptured growl of delight. Teasing Valmont after he had said he didn’t mind if he rubbed a bit harder. He could not help but whisper in Nicholas’s ear.

“I can get a lot harder….lover.”

He wound his arm around Nicholas’s waist and forcibly lifted him so that he would be moved up slightly, only to be brought back down hard upon Val’s shaft. There would be no word of warning, when the waters spilled over the side of the bath and with a grunt of exertion, he filled his lover to the brim. Nicholas’s back was now hard to Valmont’s chest and it was clear that Valmont was very much in control.

Valmont reached for Nicholas’s chin, to turn his head to face his own and then crushed his lips to Nic’s to stifle any cries of pleasure or pain. His tongue worming into Nic’s mouth and invading – dancing with his tongue. A free hand moved back to Nicholas’s lower lips and began to flick and tease – winding Nicholas up to the point he could not hold back from bucking upon his love.

 

~RB~

 

Tsu:

 

The growl had been a signal that Nicholas knew he was enjoying this and doing something correct. Hearing his words it made him wonder exactly what he was going to do, this man knew no bounds right now. Feeling himself lifted and brought back down rather hard onto his shaft, a sound of pain would of erupted but, it was cut off by his lips to his own. Nicholas squirmed in his grasp, feeling him move, his breath hitching more then it was. At this point in time he had no control of what to do, he had no say you could say he was being put as the submissive. His eyes half stayed open as he gladly let Val enter his mouth and let their tongues work together in a rythem. Touches were going again and he started moaning into the kiss, shuttering ever so lightly from the pleasure.

Nicholas was still sore from earlier festivities, would he be sore after this? Yes, he defiantly would, it didn’t help that he was a virgin and was now being penetrated once again. Their wasn’t as much pain anymore, it was pleasure but he knew it’d come back and bite him in the ass later. Moments later Nicholas would force his body to move and turn, his chest to Valmont’s. He wanted to him to see how he was truly pleasing him and how he was pleasing him. His own hips decided to start moving up and down against Valmont’s, pushing more and more into. Moans continued on escaping his lips and his hands slid up his chest. Nicholas let his own chest rub against Valmont’s, their nipples rubbing together, his fingers trailed up and started squeezing Valmont’s own nips. He’d continue on rubbing still while squeezing and rubbing them, massaging almost and a soft smirk playing in his lips through the moans.

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

Embassy of Hell

Valmont was rubbing off on Nicholas, but not in the way you expect. The rough play had worked up his young lover nicely, and now it was Nicholas who was taking charge. Turning around so that he was straddling Valmont in the bath, but still on him firmly. He was going to start to force his own will on Val, and this was exactly what he had hoped for. To see his lover grow even more confident. It was more exciting than he could have ever imagined. Nicholas wanted to see Valmont’s face…to see the changing expressions as he ground his hips hard to Val’s own.

With skilled hands Valmont moved them down to Nic’s buttocks and cupped them in his large hands. It was not like he was trying to force any actions, oh no. He was just wanting to feel his lover move, as he stole kisses between the sinful petting. Using his own chest to stimulate Val’s nipples worked at treat, but when he added finger play into it, oh how Valmont wanted to bite and suck those slender digits.

Charged now with excitement, he changed tact and grabbed Nic’s waist, sitting up a little as he lowered his head and started to wildly nip and suck at one of his nipples, with Nic riding him like there was no tomorrow. Water was going all over the floor, lapping over the bath edge in waves. Valmont losing himself to his lover now. A burning hunger flooding his veins. He wanted to hear Nic scream his lover’s name when he reached his peak.

~RB~

 

Tsu:

 

It took Nicholas by surprise as Valmont had lean down and started sucking at his nip and it made him feel so much more. He didn’t care that the floor was getting wet from their activities, it’d be cleaned later anyways. It was all pleasure right now and he could feel that it’d come to a end soon, he wasn’t sure how much his body could handle. Nic’s hands slid up his Val’s sides and into his hair, he tugged and pulled at his long hair. He needed something to hold onto for this, it was killing him inside in a good way. Nicholas would continue his actions simply riding the man before him with no shame, just love. It would be interesting to wonder what others would think, changes would obviously be felt between the duo. Many things had went through his head but they were washed away with his moans.

Nicholas had slightly tightened up and knew that it was coming shortly, Val’s name had left his mouth so many times this night he wouldn’t ever be able to forget it. Tugging a bit more at his long hair he leaned his head back, oh it was indeed enjoyable at this moment. He’d slightly move his hips a bit more in a circle motion for a few moments and then went back to normal. Nicholas had pushed his chest against Val’s face slightly in a arching manner and quickly the feeling of something shattering came, his release shortly after. One single scream of a word left his lips moments after it.

” Valmont! ”

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

Embassy of Hell

It was simply glorious. Nicholas now taking the reigns so to speak. Finding his own sexual power and seizing his lover in a way that he never would have before. Valmont had led the way, and now he was free to explore this new found power and exploit it. The sudden rough tugging of his long silver locks, did not phase Val in the slightest. He did pull his head back a little to show a little fight, but wanted Nic to really get a handle on this. The constant nipping at his chest and sucking of each nipple had done the trick. Nicholas arching his back so he could give even more to Valmont, who surrended quite easily and kept up as though feasting.

Valmont then felt all of Nicolas’s inhibitions stripped away as he gave in completely to the lust. Riding his lover and curling his hips to get the very most out of every single action. Feeling Val even deeper than before, while rubbing that most sensual bulb within. Nicholas could never ever be more beautiful than he was now. Crying out Val’s name whilst mixed in with long drawn out moans. His young lover tugged harder at Valmont’s hair, and this was when he felt Nic tighten. His muscles constricting as he was reaching the peak. Val slyly moved his hands around to clamp on Nic’s waist and right as he screamed his name out for all to hear, Valmont grunted and his seed spewed his lover’s womb….again and again as the two fused together as one. Nicholas would be left a quaking mess, but Valmont would only move his hands higher and bring his lover to rest upon his own chest. He kept kissing the top of Nicholas’s head, breathing the words. “You are mine.”

 

~RB~

 

Tsu:

 

The time spent in the past couple of hours were amazing, from the office to the bathtub, something he’d never dreamed of in his wildest dreams. Again, it was all so shocking to him but, realization hit him when he was riding his lover, like nothing. Nicholas enjoyed this greatly, it was so new and exciting. Pleasuring and joyous, never had he felt someone want him like this. He felt something inside him again, the same feeling from earlier when Valmont was inside, it was his own release. Once.. twice, three? Three times had he let go in him and it felt utterly amazing, it was something he wished for over and over. Were their going to be consequences for doing such actions, without anything? Most likely but, that didn’t register in the mind of a loved struck boy. Laying his head upon his chest as Valmont pushed, he’d breath out heavily, panting a bit.

” You’re mine too. ” He said softly.

Moments later his breathing would calm and he’d slowly sit up from his grasp. Cleaning still had to be done, it would bother him other wise. Sliding himself off his now low member he’d groan a bit from it, he pouted a bit as it came out. Letting his hand slide through the water he found the sponge and picked it up, putting soap into it. Nicholas then went into washing Val, starting from his shoulders and working his way down his body. Slowly he’d circle the sponge around his nipples and gave each a small kiss. Once his chest was finished with soap, he’d glide down a bit more, lower towards his hood. The sponge would rub up and down, cleaning and washing anything away. It would of been teasing since he was once again touching that area. After Nic would simply glide up the sponge letting the water fall and wash the soap off. Nicholas body and hair were completely wet like Val’s and it was an amazing site. A small smile propped on his lips as he looked at him directly.

” All clean now. ”

~RB~

 

Tsu:

 

Embassy of Hell

Valmont could just lay back and watch Nicholas all day. He could finally relax and enjoy the soaking after what was another wild encounter. It was almost like they couldn’t keep their hands off each other – which was evident when Nicholas took it upon himself to wash his new lover over with the soapy sponge. Valmont wasn’t about to stop him either. He kept smirking as he felt the slippery soap being smeared over him and then washed away again. They may have both been clean now, but boy before they were really dirty. At the end of the wash, Nicholas was just as wet, as Valmont was. Almost like he’d been dunked. Valmont put his hand down to the top of the water and using his fingers, he flicked water at Nicholas playfully.

“Yeah, clean for now.”

Valmont reached for either side of the tub and then pushed himself up and threw his leg over the side so he could get out. He wasn’t one for lounging all day in the warmth of the bath. He knew that he still had a job to do, and though as much as he was enjoying Nicholas’s company, in the back of his mind he was thinking about how Zachary was getting on, in finding Bandit. Nagging questions entered his thoughts. Raul being the way he was when he left the Fallen’s temple was going to make things dangerous for both Bandit and Zachary, if the Embassy staffer didn’t get to her first.

Taking a towel off the rail, Valmont started to dry himself down as his voice would now lose its playful edge.

“We are going to have to make things ready for when Zachary returns. He may well have Bandit with him, and if that is the case, we are going to need to be on alert for the likes of Raul. There is simply no telling what he will do.”

Wrapping the towel around his hips, Valmont headed back out to find a change of clothing and start notifying the staff of Zachary’s return. This would give Nicholas a chance to finish his bath and also mull over the tryst with Valmont. It was not that Val didn’t want to stay and talk about their budding relationship, he just remembered…that he was the Ambassador and he had a job to do.

 

~RB~

Melting onto you – GS.

Tommy and Elissa had enjoyed a wonderful dinner…and now it was time for desert.

Scene setting : Tommy’s apartment – Gantz series.

Co-written with VunG.

 

Razorbackwriter;  At this moment, there was simply no one alive more beautiful to Tommy than Elissa. The way she smiled at him and sweet movements to scoot close as she could to him to embrace him gently. Tommy moved his hand away from her face so that he could strum her thigh, which was now draped over Tommy’s own legs. She was making herself comfortable, that was for sure, and after the meal – who could blame her?

Even though Elissa couldn’t speak audibly, it was like she didn’t need to. Tommy could just stare at her all night long, if he had the chance. Enraptured by her….all of her. He eased back into the couch further, not even bothering to reach for a remote, or try to avert her attention any other way. The music was perfect in the background, and she was right about the ambiance. Just holding her was enough. Oh, he could whip her up and carry her off to the bedroom in caveman style, and then make hard and passionate love to her for hours, but when it came down to it, the way he felt about Elissa was so much deeper than just pleasing the body. In his heart…his mind, he wanted to savor the closeness. Like it was forming an unbreakable bond between them. Tommy wanted to be loving…slow with his touch. Actually explore her in a way that could have him memorize her body just from his fingertips.

Tommy kept smiling at her, as he reached up again and started to toy with her hair, winding it around his fingers just to feel the softness. He dipped his head so that he could run his nose through her hair again, like he had that night in her apartment. She would be able to feel the heat of his breath as he breathed out of his nose. Tommy closed his eyes and just let his hands wander freely across her. She was soft…warm. With Elissa, Tommy was truly home.

~RB~

 

VunG:  It was so rare that Elissa felt so thoroughly understood by someone, when she felt like her disability was nonexistent. With Tommy she felt as if she were back to normal, like she was how she’d been all those years ago. Every smallest beat of the music seemed to add to this gentle mood, the soft light, the soft touch of his hands, it was all that she could have ever wanted from this moment. They were content, they were happy, and they were together.

She could keep going with a frantic pace forever, or so she felt, but she wasn’t that base. There was a time when she enjoyed the slower moments of life, almost preferred them at some point… and now that she had one of those happening now she didn’t want to let go. As Tommy’s hands slowly traced across her, her own would begin to feel his, her eyes closing as she tried to learn every curve of her beloved’s body, just savoring him in every way she could. As he began toying with her hair, she felt a girlish smile appear on her face and she leaned into him a little to allow him better access, and eventually she wrapped her arms around him and just embraced him, letting out a deep, content sigh. This was what she needed… with Tommy she felt safe… she felt valued… she felt like she could just be herself, not just as she was now, but as she used to be.

 

Razorbackwriter;  God, she had the most beautiful smile. Tommy had been lucky enough to see it, when he moved his head back slightly, and was just watching her when his fingers toyed with her hair. What was even better, only he was privy to it. Those lips…boy did they need kissing. With her moving her arms around him so that she could embrace him, Tommy chose that moment to kiss her softly. And it wasn’t just one kiss either. He kissed her feather light, then tugged at her bottom lip after hearing that contented sigh. Did she have any idea just what she did to him? Her fingers had awoken his skin with her playful strumming. Lightly dancing across his body as she did the same thing he did. Explore.

Tommy pulled her up and then made it so that she was straddling him upon the sofa. He wanted nothing more than to gaze up into her eyes. To feel her hair flow down against his cheeks, to make a veil from which no one else could see.

 

He started to unzip her dress from behind, the zip sliding down ever slowly exposing her back – till he reached for the straps and pulled them back down to fall from her shoulders. Tommy’s eyes darkened when he saw her exposed skin, radiant and so warm to touch. Closing his eyes, he leaned forward and placed a kiss just shy of where her bandaging was from the gunshot. His lips barely touching, yet his tongue wormed out from between his lips to lick the naked skin.

Tommy’s eyes flickered up to stare at hers. All the love he felt for her was now rising to the fore. There was no escaping the truth….he was crazy about her. Did she have any idea the other two women that were still fighting to have him, and yet here he was – with the woman he adored straddled across his lap.

~RB~

 

VunG:  Oh, how Tommy’s eyes seemed to light up… the smile on his lips was a joy of course, but the one in his eyes was something entirely in a league in its own. As he brought his lips up to hers, Elissa was fully expecting to be kissed fully, but what she received instead was the most tender, soft, ethereal kiss she’d ever experienced, and ironically this was far more powerful to her. With her lips touching his ever so gently, she couldn’t help but close her eyes, embracing the moment, trying to move in tune with his, keeping their lips just barely in contact. She would gladly adjust as he brought her to straddle him, her hair falling just as they both desired to brush his cheeks and guard them against peering eyes.

As she felt and heard the dress beginning to come unzipped, she would gladly help him, still moving with what grace she could, shrugging off the fabric and letting it fall into his lap, leaving her upper body entirely bare to him. Everywhere his fingers traced she felt a wonderful electricity lance through her… oh she could not describe just what he was doing to her. This man had, in seemingly no time at all, wormed his way into her heart and, now, Tommy was all she wanted. As his lips touched that still somewhat tender area she let out a deep, wonderful sigh, eyes fluttering at the feeling; it may have been tender, but that served just as well for passion here. She found herself raising her chin softly, offering him whatever part of her he desired.

And as their eyes met, she knew without the slightest shadow of a doubt that this was deep for Tommy… this was something that he felt from the bottom of his heart… and now she realized that she felt it too. Slowly her hands would begin to peel back his shirt, in no hurry to rush this moment, but as she was enraptured by his lips’ and tongue’s touch, she could only think of that to do. Her breathing wasn’t quite heavy, but it was clear form the look on her face that she was completely in this moment.

 

Razorbackwriter:  At the drop of the dress that now pooled around her slim waist, Tommy was able to take in the joy of seeing her naked upper torso. Bare shoulders that he was already moving across slowly, with his wayward tongue and soft lips. He wanted to savor every part of her – travel the course of her body with his mouth, fingers and his tongue. The music in the background seemed to fade away as the beating of his heart and the wondrous sound of her quickening breaths were the symphony that he wished to hear. At the rise of her chin, Tommy let out a heady growl, and arched upward so he might now suckle at her neck. Teasing and nipping at it, while his free hand moved around to the small of her back – drawing her into him more. Almost like he was trying to support her so she didn’t fall back. The flicker of her hair touching his cheek sent a thrill through him, and his fingers started to dig into her back. Flinching and feeling the softness of her skin, while his lips were busy working along the nape of her neck.

Elissa had already pulled off his shirt, which was now discarded on the floor, and they were now both bare chested. Skin touching skin. Tommy was taking it all slowly. Unlike the first night that they spent together. This was how it should have been. True love making. Letting the petting and kissing linger so that it brought them up to a dizzying height, that when they did free fall into orgasmic bliss, it would be of the kind that had been written by the great romantic authors.

Tommy drew his head back….a fine line of saliva falling from his bottom lip as he stared up at her in wonderment. She was even more beautiful in the glow of the candlelight. It was almost as though she wasn’t even real. A dream that he could touch and feel. She was a goddess of his waking dreams, a siren that did not need a voice to call him into her. Tommy brought both arms around her in a sudden movement as he rested his cheek to her chest, cradling her to him as though he never wanted to let her go. He panted for a moment, before he felt the hardness of her nipples, only turning his head so he could envelope one into his mouth. A groan unlike any she would have heard before escaped him, as he started to nip and suck at it – his hands firmly holding her back.

~RB~

 

VunG:  Elissa let out a deep, heady sigh as Tommy’s lips went on their journey up to her neck, the sensation of his touch drowning out all other thoughts or ideas from her mind. Her hands simply held onto his shoulders, keeping herself balanced and drawing her to him as his hands did the same. It was probably wise that he was holding her, because as it was she felt like leaning back a bit, letting herself get lost in the feel of his grip, his fingers’ touch more pleasant than anything else in the world. This was how love-making was supposed to go, not just quick sex and finish it, but to slowly savor it, let the music of the body dictate action, to slowly build yourself up into a booming crescendo. And as her fingers caressed at his shoulders and he at her body, their skin so tight and his body illuminated so wonderfully in the candle light… ah she could ask for nothing better.

She let out a slightly startled, but amused gasp as his grip shifted, but happily allowed it, pausing to kiss the top of his head while her hands reached down his back a bit. And then, he began to kiss at her breast, and while she had no idea why it was, it absolutely drove her wild inside. She tilted her head back and let out a deep whisper of, “Hhyesss…” her breathing deepened by the feeling. In desperation to feel more of that, she groped at her other hand, holding herself as tight as she could into him, wanting him to keep going, to take her however he felt, to just let themselves be absorbed into each other.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The sound that Elissa made drove Tommy to want to explore his beauty all the more. His hands cradled her back while he continued to suck at her right breast with a fervor that would make her feel truly a woman. All she could see would be the top of his head and hear the sound of his lips smacking and sucking her skin into his eager mouth. He wasn’t going hard, but there was an intensity to his actions. He moaned deeply, his fingers digging in and out of her back – flexing, almost like he was kneading her skin. He only pulled away enough that his eyes trailed to the other one, and with the nipple fully erect and hard, he needed to experience that one as well. Tommy groaned her name before taking her into his mouth again, all the while he was growing beneath her. Wriggling in his seat as he became uncomfortable in his denim jeans. They were restricting him now, since his eagerness meant that he was now swelling.

The music continued to play the soundtrack to their ministrations, with Tommy losing himself to his bewitching lover. His tongue flicked and he started to nip at her taut nipples. Tracing his tongue slowly around the swollen areola. Tommy bit down and then drew his head back so he was stretching her breast out to only let go and watch it spring back. His cheeks were now flushed, and hungrily he started to lick away at her breast, enticing her to beg for more – or order him to take her to the next level.

~RB~

 

VunG:  Ah, Tommy’s mouth felt like a work of art right now… the work it did to her, the sounds that came from it, it all was maddening. As he worked his magic on her, her own fingers squeezed at his back, unable to come up with something other than be consumed in this wonderful moment. She would sigh and occasionally let out a soft moan-like sound at his work, especially when she felt herself pushed from below by something that was quite obviously male and hard. With his attention shifted, she groped her free breast and would continue to make assorted sounds of pleasure, almost wanting to tear his pants off, but too enraptured by his treatment to bother. Eventually he would go and pull on her nipple, and she would make a sound almost like she was being pulled taught like a bow before “firing” when he released. It was kind of strange how her breast reacted to that, and while it was a touch painful, it was still intriguingly enticing.

As he continued to work away, she let out another sigh, using one hand to push her onto her breast again, wanting to keep this going, to just keep building this tension. In the meantime though, she slowly began to undo his pants, to get that little soldier free for both of them. When they were ready to continue, she wanted as little delay as possible.

 

 

Razorbackwriter:  Completely lost in the moment of tasting his beautiful Elissa, Tommy didn’t realize that she was now delving lower with her hand to unfasten his belt buckle and start to slowly undo his pants. Such nimble fingers working on a sole objective to release his hardness from the confines of his weathered jeans. it gave way easily enough, with his thickened member now pushing hard against the soft cotton of his briefs. Tommy let out a groan as he felt the belt and pants give way, and he stopped the licking to stare up at her in wonder. She’d already been pushing her own breast in to massage it, while he had been teasing her other breast so hungrily. Now both were covered in the glaze of his saliva.

“Up.” Nick said but one word, that he hoped she’d understand so that he could wiggle out of his jeans and kick them off onto the floor at his feet. He wanted to go further than just foreplay. Dinner was now a distant memory, and he was now very excited, wanting to feel her again from the inside.

Once she knelt upward of him so he had freedom to move, he would ease back down beneath her, only with his bare skin touching the leather of the couch. He was fully erect and on display for her – an eager smile upon his lips.

“Down you come.” Nick reached for her hips, so that he could help position her over him in just the right place. His own hips moving up off the couch, so she could feel him waiting for her….aching.

~RB~

 

VunG:  Elissa didn’t mind the fact that her breasts were covered in his saliva, in fact the coolness it provided was strangely pleasant, and again the work done to get them that way was more than worth it. Once she got his pants undone, she would gladly feel it around a bit, squeezing him slightly and running her fingers across the tip, even if it was just through the cotton. It wouldn’t last long though, and soon her beloved Tommy would decided that he wanted to continue with this, do it proper and pleasure both of them properly. Fine by her. She obediently lifted up for him when asked, hands on his shoulders for balance while got his pants off and moved her dress away (forgot if it was still there, but not anymore). She wouldn’t even need his statement to come down, she would gladly look down at his wondrously pleasing member once all was off and would reach down with her right hand to grasp it lightly under the tip, her thumb rubbing him slightly as she thought to line everything up.

Once he told her what to do though, she would slowly bring herself down onto him and, as she felt contact she let out a deep sigh of pleasure and looked up towards the ceiling as she slowly pushed herself on. She bit her lip as she sheathed him fully, cherishing the wonderful feeling of having him inside her. When she’d pushed as far as she could go, she looked back down at him, a longing look in her eye as she leaned in to him, touching her lips to his while her fingers squeezed onto his shoulders, bringing her other hand back up in the meantime. She was ready for whatever he wanted to throw at her, and right now she felt like having a deep, slowly, passionate night with him. Assuming he had no qualms, she kiss him fully with a soft sensual hum and slowly lift herself up (mostly with her legs), then when the music told her to brought herself back down, bathing in the simple bliss of this flawless moment.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The music was slow…sensual. The perfect accompaniment to their love making. In fact, it set the tone, and timing to which his lover could now move. With her straddling him in all her glory – her body shining and glistening, Elissa was like a goddess. One that Tommy wanted to worship with all he had within him. Although he had given her the orders on how to move so that he could free himself from his jeans and jocks, now she was in a position of power. Tommy eased back even further into the leather lounge, staring up at Elissa’s face. Nothing beat watching the changing expressions as she lowered herself down upon him. The drop of her bottom lip, before drawing it in enough to chew. God he wanted to bite that lip now. But he soon got swept away as she enveloped him. Squeezing the shaft with her inner ribbed folds of flesh. It was hot…wet, and down right wonderful.

 


Feeling her dig her nails into his bare shoulders, Tommy released an animal like grunt. Elissa came down and took him all the way in. So far he was practically in her womb. The right corner of his lip curved upward slightly and when she had left a trace of a kiss upon his lips, he breathed “Fuck me slow…make every bounce count.”

His large hands reached around so that he could hold those glorious mounds in his grip. He wanted to feel her every quake and shiver as she used him for her own ends. He wanted to see her reach her climax – to see her truly blossom as a woman upon him. To go slow would only give them more sexual satisfaction. Elissa was Tommy’s sexual siren…the woman with no voice who used her body to sing to the heavens.

Tommy hardened all the more inside her. Rock hard and twitching.

~RB~

 

VunG:  Elissa wasn’t even trying to be in power; as far as she was concerned Tommy was her king. The way the light cast on him, this wonderful setting he’d created, how kindly he’d treated her, his warm embrace, she knew that she was falling for him. She had been slower than him to realize it, but now that the thought was registering she was on a nosedive… and she was perfectly fine with that. She wanted to do everything she could for him in this moment, to share the pleasure as fully as possible while they made deep, passionate love in this wonderful night. His words were redundant to her plans, but reassuring that they were on the same wavelength.

As his hands gripped her backside and she felt him encouraging her forward, she would gladly lift herself up and bring herself down onto him, beginning a slow, gentle pace. She wasn’t really bouncing, she had control the whole way through and was making sure to run the full length of the shaft every time. Her lips very quickly came to embrace his and she would begin her trademark wispy moans into his mouth, her every action full of passion, but slow and intimate. She had every intention of slow burning this and praising Tommy’s body with her every motion–to embrace this love without the timidness she’d shown earlier. The feel of his stone hard member sliding ever so pleasantly through her folds was incredible, but what truly made this was the intimate nature here… and she was going to milk it for all it was worth, only speeding up at a very gradual pace.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Their slow moving shadows were now cast against the wall behind them. The music a sweet symphony to their coupling, as Elissa took to the task of making love to Tommy just as he had asked. Tommy closed his eyes as he let himself give in to the moment. That delicious feeling of her enveloping him till she could take no more was sheer heaven. Not just that, but matched with her deep kisses that were coupled with those gentle moans, he felt that he was making love to an angel of heaven. This was heaven on earth, right in his own lounge room. The pace was perfect. Not too fast that she would smack her skin to his, but just enough to get a good rhythm building between them. His hands started to slide from the hold he had upon her ass cheeks, to that of her back. Strumming it delicately with his coarse fingers as though she was an instrument of love. The embodiment of passion. Watching her rise and fall, as he opened his eyes brought about another wolfish grin that he could hardly suppress.

 

Tommy groaned loudly, but then he suddenly wanted a change in tact. Huskily he whispered, “I’m hungry for you.” Sure, he was enjoying her upon him, but this sudden urge to delve into her sweet flesh was rising faster than he could contain. Lifting her off him, he laid her down on the couch, with one leg hanging off the side and the other bent upon the soft of the leather. He crawled up onto all fours, and took the higher leg, draping it over his shoulder. He was now licking his lips as he stared at her most intimate place. The wetness of her lips, and the redness of skin was almost crying out to him to be savored. “God, you’re so wet.”

Without a moment’s hesitation he buried his face deep into her nether regions. lapping slowly at her dew covered folds. Tasting the goodness, as his tongue wound up and flicked deep inside her warmth. When he looked up at her, he would replace his tongue with two fingers, to pump in and out slowly, his lips and nose already wet from her ministrations. “Like that?” He ran his tongue across his top row of teeth, before going back under for more of her.

~RB~

 

 

 

Checkmate.

The final act, continued from Predator or Prey.  As we have learnt, the cards never lie, and so the two are now destined to share the same fate.

Co-written with SA.

 

RB:  -Feeling Sophia loosen her grip upon him, Nick actually started to smile.  He had uncovered her for what she was.  Figured out the truth behind the mask, and that this whole thing was directed at procuring him to be her meal.  It was not that she lusted him – no, she fed from the lust that he had felt for her.  Nick, fed on others via drinking their blood, their life force.  Sophia, on the other hand fed upon his sins.  Now that he had caught the act, right before the curtain was about to fall, she was more than annoyed, she was clearly irritated.  Going as far to push herself off the timber door that she had been leaning against since he entered her inner sanctum.  Sophia never wanted an easy meal, and that was what Nick was about to become.  Hearing the coolness in her voice now, Nick focused his attentions on her.  What she had to say now, was truly a moment of great importance between them.  The gloves were off.  She continued to display that arrogant sense of dominance, that she had done so from the beginning.  The smile never leaving her face, though it could be said to be a cruel one at that.  Watching her now prowling over towards the bed, she tossed freely that neither of them wanted an easy meal.  Both loved the thrill of the challenge, the desire to be the one on top at the end of the game.  Both seasoned hunters, and now they were practically matched.  Everything she said, from the fact that he knew what he wanted from the outset, only made Nick feel all more empowered.   A man that knew what he wanted, but was prepared to go the long, hard route to get it.  “Touche’.”  Nick made a sweeping bow before her.  Ever the gentleman, even after he had gone as far to taste her delicious nectar.   Watching her now sit upon the bed and pat it gingerly brought a small chuckle from the vampire.  He started to slowly stroll towards her, his hands pressing together with the index fingers pointed together just under his chin.  “I have to admire you for your tenacity.”  Nick’s tongue was now prominently balling the inside of his right cheek after speaking so boldly.   “But you’re right about one thing…”  He placed both palms flat down on the bed, either side of her hips.  “I did seek you out, well before this day.”  His voice having a sharp rumble to it as his eyes were drilling into hers.   “The cards never lie.” –

~RB~

 

SA: Two Predators now stood face to face in a beautiful game of Chess, meeting each other in the most frightful coincidence one might make up. A game of Destiny, in which they both sought Victory, dominance over the other, a game in which each small, little move was thoroughly calculated, each motion, each tiny detail took into consideration. Tables turned now as the cards were all flipped face up with no escape in sight, for either of them. He made that clear for her the moment he approached, the moment his arms slithered and extended out, each hand placing itself at her sides only to lock her in, making sure there was no way out for the little Wraith. Not anymore. This man was no easy meal, but neither was she. ‘The cards never lie’ – Indeed. The cards never lied to him and neither did the woman – She was incapable of grasping the concept of a lie, altogether. From the beginning until this very second, she was nothing but honest with him, even if honesty entailed the cold hearted truth, even if it meant being blunt about having him for Dinner tonight. But soon, she realized this man would be as much of a challenge as she, herself was – Which brought a Cheshire like grin to make its way over those plump, scarlet lips once more. Oh… Those lips. How they aimed to tease him, entice him more and more as they kept the little gap between them, partly opened. How her body moved, the moment he thought he locked her in – Truthfully, there was no way out of the bed, but there was a way to slither more into it – Which is what she did. Slowly, her body crawled backwards, pushing herself along the bed to eventually have her legs on the soft sheets, as well as her upper body; All the while, her hands found their way trailing along his form once more, until they traced the lines of his hipbones so softly caressing along the thin layer of flesh before they ~gripped~ at the edge of his pants, fingers slithering beneath the belt to tug at it, instantly pulling his form more into her. “Then let me give you what you seek.” As she spoke, one of her hands moved up while the other remained tugging at his belt, following the line of leather until reaching the buckle. Her free one ran upwards, along his arm until reaching the shoulder and the side of his cheek. So gently caressing him, in a way that would almost appear loving, caring. Tender. Fingers laced through his raven strands, pushing his head closer and closer while her head craned and arched backwards. Soon, he’d be resting his head at the top of her chest. Soon, he’d be able to take in her scent once again, fully. Soon, he’d feed.

 

RB: – The masks that the pair had worn into the game, now lay in waste upon the floor.  True to their natures, each continued to keep pace with the other as the final act was now in play.  Oh but the crowd would be on the edge of their seats in sweet anticipation for how this would end.  One cannot deny what they were, and Nick had placed his best foot forward – keeping the creature within him penned.  But now it no longer mattered.  What the hunter found, was the prize that he sought.  Nick’s eyes gazed down again to those same ripe lips that had haunted him from the very outset of their dance.  The way that they parted;  and beckoned him to come even closer.  The richness that lay in behind them .  As he watched her face, Sophia’s hands were quickly at work.  Skilled and weaving her fingers so that the belt would become loose, and allow the pants to slip to the floor, once she had drawn him further up the bed.  Nick kicked them off and crawled up so that he was now hovering over her.  Nick as he was in his true form.  The sleek yet muscular predator atop of the greatest prize.  He was finally to be rewarded for his efforts, and with her scent luring him in he would feed.  Oh yes.  His lips just brushed those plump lips of hers.  His tongue winding out and licking just shy of the wetness inside.  Nick rolled his shoulders as he now took a dominant position.  His sexuality fusing in with his growing hunger.  The pent up feeling now unleashed as the monster came to the fore.  No more games….no more chess moves.  CHECK MATE!  Nick bit down upon her neck, while at the same time, he entered her – pinning her to the bed.  His lust was ripe and ready for the taking, as he began to feed of her….and she was to feed on him. –

~RB~

 

SA:  Checkmate. It all seemed to go down in that very moment, the moment when the feeding truly began – No more games, no more tricks, no more hiding behind the veiled curtain. The Predators were at loose, naked, stripped of both their clothes and ever so subtle hiding tricks, only to drown in each other. And he was the first to do it. She pulled him in, all the while he came closer, all the while her arms would latch under his shoulders to drag him to her, once his pants were loose and kicked to the side, taking in the sight of ~him~, fully stripped. To be naked in front of somebody went beyond the material presence of fabric upon one’s body – To be naked truly meant to stand in front of the other bare, with just your instincts to guide you. Instinct, that beastly feature which made everything collides in That. Very. Moment. Instinct, which made this man approach the Wraith so much that he would soon find himself pushed through her tight fitting walls, stretching to accommodate to his length only to contract against it once fully in. Instinct which made his mouth search for his prize, his reward for such a great effort as to unmask and strip her of both clothes and pride – Canines sunk under the thin layer of alabaster skin, piercing through it like through a piece of fabric only to tear it around them. And that’s when it happened – The sound. A sound most would mistake for pleasure – A gasped, loud breath, a moan as her neck was fully arched to allow his head the perfect fit to her carotid artery as he’d feed, a moan as he penetrated her. Her arms instantly tightened their grip around his form, latching and coiling around his shoulders to drag fingernails along the top of his back. All the while, he felt her ~blood~ soon gushing out into his open maw, so abnormal, so unique – Pitch black and burning hot, like molten lava, thick and rich. Bittersweet aroma filling his nostrils as the dark stains would soon cover his lips, trailing down her chest. It burned. It seared. And it was what she wanted – She wanted him. To burn with her.

 

RB: –  Sophia was unique, exquisite and worth the fight.  Every inch of the Vampire felt like he was on fire.  Raging – and now beyond saving.  The way that she made that sound, the low moan that was unlike anything he had heard before spurred him on like a well oiled machine.  Her tightening walls pressing all around his throbbing shaft, that delving deep within her with each powered thrust.  The blood….unlike anything he had ever experienced.  His own eyes flashed the colour of fire, as he took mouthful after mouthful.  It was burning, searing his insides and to any lesser creature, they would recoil in horror and shock.  Not Nick.  The more he fed from her the more he wanted.  Feeling her latching onto his shoulders – drawing her nails into his back, had him shiver with further sexual excitement.  Large and powerful over her diminutive frame, Nick bucked and forced the wraith deep into the mattress.  The bed groaning and protesting beneath them.  The vampire soon took his fill, licking the wounds that he had made with his dog teeth, his chin dripping with black blood.  Now he raised his head enough that he could see the expression on her face.  He had never wanted a woman now as much as her.  Those lips…he wanted them so badly.  Nick was still rolling his hips, and taking her hard as he could, but to seal this with a kiss would bring them both to the climax.  His lips were now crushing hers with a severity that was shocking. Fueled by her black blood.  She was now inside of him, and he…was inside of her.  It was her turn to feed upon him.-

~RB~

 

SA:  Each powerful, hard thrust of his was met with her hips following his, pushing closer and closer each time his moved away. Wanting, longing more and more of him. Her slender figure writhed under his massive figure, lust filling her – His lust, only bringing her a certain pleasure, yet so different from the usual meaning of it all. She held onto him as if holding for dear life, nails drawing blood along his back, pressing their bodies together, torsos rubbing against each other – feather-like skin against his hard, marble chest – as her legs soon trailed their way upwards to coil around his hips and waist; Sophia was locking him in so there’d surely be no escape left for him to take as her moans became more frequent now – loud, deep rumbled noises rolling along the column of her throat each time he bucked her hips more and more into her. She was feeding, the moment it all started, the moment he did. And now, they were burning together and enjoying every last second of the burn. Her tongue slowly slithered out, licking the trails of blood off his and his chin, carefully cleaning him before those scarlet plump petals pressed against his lips in a deep, burning kiss. Her lips, just like her blood, a kiss that could melt trough the flesh, only intensifying the burn. She fed on his lust, with each thrust inside of her, pushing through and stretching those tight walls only to bring out small, muffled screams from her, right into his mouth. Burning together in passion.

 

 

RB:  Nick was lost.  Drowning in the sea of pleasure and rocking upon the waves that came crashing down with every time that he thrust his hips forward, then drew himself back out again.  The harder that he took her, the more he wanted.  He was now addicted to the woman.  Everything about her had him caught up in this moment.  From the softness of her breasts, forced hard against his chest – to the way that she coiled her legs around him to hold him firmly in place so that she might never let him go.  They were now performing a carnal ritual as old as time itself.  Though the feeding of each other brought with it its own rewards, this awakening of desire that was beyond just lust was all new to Nick.  The fire of her blood raged through his veins.  Empowering him to take her to further heights of delirium.  Her body releasing the pent up delicious moans, that were music to his ears.  He wanted to be the only one, to hear this siren’s song.  As she did not want to let him go, he didn’t want to stop.  Everything around them was on fire in his mind.  Getting so close to the peak of fulfilment.  How could it be, that the harder her forced himself into her, the tighter she became.  Nick’s eyes rolled back as he practically lost his mind.  Feeling her lick his lips made him groan and growl all at the same time.  As much as he was hers, she was now his.  Nick growled and broke the kiss, his face right in hers.  His breath pouring over her.  “Mine!” He roared, going into the final thrusts that could tear any normal woman apart.  Nick started to stiffen, as he reached it…the peak…and then he cried out her name in triumph as he started to fill her waiting womb.-

 

~RB~

 

SA:  It was all a blur – Everything around them started to collide, as the walls started to ruin themselves into nothingness, slowly but surely, the illusion starting to shake as the Wraith herself was reaching her climax, her grasp over the bending of reality becoming harder and harder to maintain. It was then, when she moaned out once more, loud and even a little more high pitched than her usual deep rumbles as if she reached her own pleasure. It was something so interesting to hear – her, moaning almost like a regular woman being taken by a man. Which, in appearance, was what this was. Each thrust managed to make her body shake and writhe under his as her arms went up to coil around his neck now, pulling him as close to her as she could, refusing to let any inch between them. He was hers and she? He made sure to let her know – Forehead to forehead, she heard the deep, beastly roar of possessiveness over her, that loud moaned groan he let out. ‘Mine’. That was new – Somebody was utterly ~claiming~ her while reaching her climax – It was enough to drive her over the edge of her own pleasure, enough to make those arms clasp and tighten around him, enough to make those walls contract around his large shaft as her head jolted upwards to press their lips together into one last kiss. Burning hot, scolding against his flesh as the walls around them started to shake as the earth beneath them roared. The illusion, starting to shatter as they both reached their climax, as those last powerful thrusts managed to bring her pleasure out, finishing the feeding session, for both. With a whispered gasp, right against his lips, she mused out softly, almost in an exhausted sigh. “Mine.”

 

RB: – To feel her reach her climax was in itself a greater gift than that of her blood.  Watching her face ignite as the pleasure gave them both what they so sorely needed.  Sophia’s hunger was to be sated, but not only that.  Nick claimed her as his.  And surprisingly, she claimed him right back.  The final kiss that sealed this new found togetherness was sizzling white hot.  Their bodies brought together as though they were meant to be united.  They were both prey and predator alike.  Worthy of each other’s lust and blood.  Feeling the pulsating waves of her inner walls pressing hard and milking him dry, the Vampire quaked and shook, much like the whole room had.  They were filled from each other.  Blood and semen soaking the sheets beneath them.  A hot wet mess.  Bodies slick and stuck to each other.  Fused by their new found love – if one could call it that.  Propping himself up on one arm, he curled his fingers to caress her cheek, and take in a lock of her hair.  If this was what it took to feed her, than she would never go hungry again.  To Nick, she was his.  From this moment on, he would be her protector, her dominant lover and her source of food.  What he had put her through, had exhausted her.  Nick rolled off her and then scooped her into his arms, so he may lay her head upon his chest.  Stroking her back as though he was strumming a guitar.  Nick had been her dinner…just as had been promised, and yet he never had felt so alive.  He kissed the top of her head, over and over.  Whispering her name as though it was now sacred to him.-

~RB~

 

SA:  The room began to be demolished, all around them. The pillars supporting the walls beginning to crash down as the floor began to sink within the earth. All the while, the two remained in bed as if it all were normal to them, or too exhausted to notice that they were caught in a landslide. Everything began to tremble in an earthquake which shook the floor beneath them and yet, they were in each other’s arms. Sophia complied to his motion of dragging her to flip her around, having those snow white tresses create a mess around his chest as she rested her head on his flesh. One single breath was taken by her, a small inhalation which to her, was more than enough to recover, slithering one arm upwards to coil around his neck as slender digits ran soft fingertips to follow the line of his chest. Soon, she hovered on top of him, hips on hips leaning down to let those white tresses cascade over her features to his, as if imprisoning him from viewing anything else but her. There was a wide, pleased grin on those scarlet lips, followed by a playful giggle, as if mocking him ever so slightly in irony, before it all went dark – Those dark tendrils he noticed the first time they met now coiled around their bed, enslaving them in complete, utter darkness, leaving nothing to normal view. A snap was heard – as if somebody snapping their fingers, or switching the lights back on as Nick would wake up back in his chambers, back in the Queendom. There was no trace of the room in ruins, or the woods surrounding it – There was no trace of ~her~ whatsoever, but a lost Tarot card on the table next to him. His card, the only trace of their encounter. Strength.

 

RB:  –  Was it all a dream?  Nick opened his eyes as the trail of her laughter faded away and the sound that replaced it was the light dripping sound of water from an old pipe.  Groaning, Nick pushed himself up to sitting and looked down to see that he was dressed.  That same tux that he had put on at the start of the evening.  Glancing about him he recognised the room.  It was his chambers in the Blood Rose kingdom.  Reaching up, Nick raked his fingers through his hair as he looked around confused by it all.  He had just spent the night of his unlife with a woman that ensnared him in more ways than one.  But now he was starting to question if that was all a dream.  His fingers moved upon the bedding to come across a tarot card.  Looking down, he recognised it.  It was the same card that she had given him at the end of the reading.  ‘Strength.’   He took up the card and then looked around him.  “Sophia?”  Calling out her name, in the hopes that it hadn’t been a dream.  He wanted it to be real.  Only silence met his call.  Pushing himself off the bed, he went to the chamber door and unlocked it.  He pushed the door open and looked out into the corridor.  No sign of anyone.  The place was practically deserted of life.  ~I’ve got to find her.~ He thought to himself.  He felt this connection as though she was inside of him.  Pulling imaginary strings.  The voice, that sweet voice kept repeating….”Mine.”  (Fade out) –

~RB~

Wild abandon – GS.

Scene setting : Elissa’s apartment.

co-written with VunG.

 

VunG:  Well that certainly did the trick. Elissa had been hoping she’d goad him into something, though perhaps she hadn’t been ready for how eagerly he went into it. Heck, she thought that he was just a guy who went with the flow of whatever the girl was like, playing sub if she was dom, and dom if she was sub. Instead, however, she got far more than she’d bargained for, and she was more than happy for it.

Surprisingly, she didn’t fall over when he shot up, though she was very visibly surprised… and distracted for when he went for her legs. That got her over right away, landing with a bounce onto her back, yet surprisingly even to herself she found herself letting out a laugh at that. And then she beheld her position, and almost immediately she saw just how this was going to go. He had her damn well, smack on her back with her legs held rather conveniently open, stuck leaning her head up to look up at him as he stood over her, that triumphant grin telling her all that she needed to know. He was more than comfortable in the dominant position, and for the first time in a very long time she found herself bottoming out. Heh, well, so much for the tender cuddling; this was going to be interesting.

To his somewhat unnecessary words, she ‘purred’ and gave an eager grin and a thumbs up. Someone ring the bell, damn it. As he leaned forward and began nibbling at her nipple, she promptly let out a soft, satisfied sigh, her good hand going up to his shoulders just to have something to hold onto, and the other reaching down to toy with herself to make sure to get fully back into the mood. Ah… that feeling of his mouth sent shivers down her spine; she never knew what it was about that kind of touch, but it always got her going something fierce. God, he knew how to do this work; this better become a regular thing for them.

 

Razorbackwriter:  God, that purr of hers. It was dead sexy and was like waving a red flag at a bull. The thumbs up was a bit cheesy, but at this point Tommy simply didn’t care. He’d been given the green light, so to speak. Not that he needed it, Tommy was intent to show Elissa that he had it, when he felt like it. His head lifted from her bosom, but his teeth were attached to her nipple – pulling it taut till he finally let it go. That was sure to give her more than a tingle. A little pain hurt no one. With his arms hooked around her legs, he yanked her hard so that she was pressed up to his waiting member, that was once again engorged and throbbing. Elissa had already started to tease herself with her fingers, to help speed things along, but he wasn’t going to wait.

Straightening himself up, he lined up the head and then in one powered thrust, he forced himself within her with a loud grunt. No more growls – this was going to get pretty hot and heavy. Watching her body slide forward as he took her in earnest, he drew out slightly, before powering in three rapid hip thrusts that were like pistons firing up inside an engine. To get even closer in, he took her right leg and threw it over his shoulder gaining him even closer range. Her ass rising slightly off the bed as he reached for her shoulder and then started to rock his hips back and forth at a furious pace. Every thrust brought from him a labored grunt. His chest swelling and falling.

Tommy only lowered his head to enjoy the spectacle of watching her take it. Her bosoms like small jello molds – jiggling up and back in time to his rhythmic action. He could feel her inner walls clench and tighten around his growing length as he strived to fill her to the brim till she screamed his name.

~RB~

 

VunG:  Well, Elissa was practically asking for him to treat her rough, and that was exactly what she got. The feeling of her nipple getting pulled made her gasp in excitement, ignoring the pain and instead focusing on the electric feeling that shot through her. As he yanked her up to his head, she couldn’t help but feel a tremble of anticipation going through her, looking at his member expectantly then back up at him as she waited for him to get going, propping herself up on her arms in anticipation. And boy did he not wait, immediately making her gasp quickly with each thrust and tilt her head back, her back arching against the sudden rapid-fire pumps. Even before he got moving in earnest she felt herself tightening at the feeling, her fingers clenching at the bedsheets in preparation.

Of course, then that preparation was thrown off as he suddenly took her leg and put it over her shoulder, leaving her spread nice and wide for him as he prepared to get as far in as he could manage. Reaching up with her left hand, she pulled her left leg back as far as she could manage and still remain stable in this strange position, while her now helpless right hand tried to keep her nicely propped up, helping her backside to remain airborne. And then he began, and almost immediately she found herself feeling oddly overwhelmed by the ferocious pace. She did all she could to work with him, pulling on him with the leg he had over his shoulder with every thrust and move her own body to help a gyration, but that was all she could manage. Her mouth was left open as she was tossed about on her own bed like a ragdoll (or so it felt to her), her back arched and chest jiggling aggressively as Tommy continued his masterful work.

However, she refused to just let herself climax quickly, she wanted him to work for it, and she had pretty good self-control, though it was damn obvious from the raspy high-pitched growls escaping her that she was pretty damn pleasured; heck those were probably the closest she came to screaming. Her fingers dug into her sheets and leg, respectively, and she looked at him, biting her lip hard, trying very hard to look like she was resisting his attempts to get her to finish before him, not very well obviously. Eventually she would jolt, not in finish but just as he struck into her in a particular way, and she would seem to briefly fight him, reflexively (and shockingly successfully) croaking, “Tommy!”

 

Razorbackwriter:  You could see the redness of Tommy’s teeth marks on the dark circle of her areola. Her breasts shaking back and forth violently, as Tommy gave no quarter. This was their second time within an hour and he knew it was going to take a bit to get her worked up to experiencing a screaming orgasm. Beads of sweat were forming upon Tommy’s torso and forehead – a single droplet rolling down the line of his cheek bone as he clenched his jaw and snorted hard through his nostrils. She dared him to give no quarter and he rose valiantly to the challenge. The bed protested and groaned with the force of the two lovers. Tommy’s eyes roamed over Elissa, who was now clutching at the bed sheets for support, but they would soon give way to tearing if Tommy had any say in it. With his hand firmly clasped to her thigh as he used it to gain full access he could only sneer as Elissa let out a strangled version of his name. Almost croaking as he found her pleasure spot.

At her cry, Tommy pulled out from her and did something totally unexpected. He snatched up the tie that had been discarded earlier and draped it around his neck. Tommy then used his grip on her leg to flip her over onto her stomach. Again being very much in charge.

“Relax….” He chortled, whilst taking the tie and reaching forward to wrap it around her neck. Tommy would then pull back enough that she could only lift her head back or find her breathing to become difficult. Slamming down his palm at her side, he then started to rub his length teasingly along the crack of her ass, her back having to give and arch as he had hold of her neck via the tie. This was extreme, but the shock should be enough to awaken the tiger within her.

His thickened member was already lubed from her own juices and made it all too easy to tease her with. Biting her shoulder (the good one), he whispered.

:”How about letting me in the back door?”

~RB~

 

VunG:  Sweat seemed to be pouring off of Elissa, her skin slick and beads rolling off her forehead heavily. Her cheeks were flushed red, her throat raw as a butcher’s shop, she could practically feel herself dripping, and she was pretty certain that her sheets weren’t going to survive the morning. And that was exactly how she wanted it. Of course, imagine her [very brief] displeasure when after getting her special spot struck Tommy, rather than continue pushing for that, pulled himself out. Of course, before she could even make any sign of displeasure, she noticed him reaching for something and realized that he had something in mind. Before she could get a good look at whatever he had snatched up she found herself bodily flipped over, and that sense of disappointment evaporated at the manhandling, eager to see what he had in mind.

She actually resisted the feel of the tie a little bit, in spite of his words, though not with any conviction since she figured there was a reason he was doing that; it just felt strange. However, at the pressure, she obediently tilted her head back, laying on her stomach and gripping the sheets and bending her legs out to grant him plenty of access. As he felt his member touch against her backside, she arched even without the encouragement of the tie, another excited gasp escaping her as she realized what he was planning to do. This wasn’t actually something she’d bothered to try, no particular reason it just never occurred to her; but hell if the rest of this was anything to go then this was going to be quite the experience. Hell, between her own juices and the way that his member felt slick against her backside she suspected that it would be easier going in than most times, but regardless she knew that her sheets were getting shredded.

As she felt him bite her shoulder, she let out another heady purr, arching into his touch, not caring at all about whatever marks she might have after this. To his question, she let out another purr and pressed her backside against him encouragingly, eyes turning as much towards his as she could and gave him a look so longing you would think she was being starved. While she couldn’t do so, if she had her voice she would have growled, ‘Yes! Whichever door! Just get back to it!’ She was still swimming from his actions before as well as from some strange semi-masochistic excitement, and she had no intention of letting her engines spool down.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Tommy casually licked the bite mark upon Eliss’a shoulder – his tongue making small circles, knowing full well that she was now aching to have him take her once more. The pleasured purrs had a distinct sound to it. From a solid base and rising in pitch. Oh she wanted it bad. Having pulled out at the right time, in his view; he was staving off the inevitable. Tommy’s hot breath blew upon the wetness of the spot where his tongue had been – all the while he was pulling a little more on the tie. Giving a commanding hold over her. She wanted it rough? That was exactly how it was to be. No more soft and gently, this girl liked it hard and nasty. In fact, the view of her face as she turned to growl at him again was for him to get on with it. Do it! Do it now! Elissa pushed back with those sweet cheeks of hers – urging, encouraging him to use her and well.

“You want me? Don’t you?” Tommy’s voice had a down right husky edge as he pushed himself up to get right in behind her. Her round buttocks propped up for him – a right cat on heat. He could see the glistening of her lower sex and he gave that a slight rub with two fingers to tease her more. All the while his throbbing length tapped her left ass cheek. Tommy spanked that ass cheek and hard. Reinforcing his intent. The tie wound around his hand like a reign and he gave that a sharp tug. Tommy was going to ride this bitch till she couldn’t take anymore.

Lining up the shining head with his free hand, he placed it to the puckered opening and gave a little push – just enough to let her know he was ready. Tommy was rocking his hips slightly. Teasing that head to her opening. Such a sweet sight – her body glistening and arching all for him. Then he eased in just an inch, enough to make her yelp for sure. It was so fucking tight, that Tommy threw his head back and gasped. His right hand clasped her hip and he started to burrow in deeper…and deeper. The further he went, the pain was unbelievable. So TIGHT!. Even with the lubrication of her own juices, he could feel her inner walls resisting.

“Come on baby. push back” He growled, as he was now practically touching her ass with his thighs.

~RB~

 

VunG:  Agh! The damn teasing was nearly unbearable. Every tiny twitch of his body sent tingles across her skin, and every yank of the tie made her heart pound furiously in her ears. Even this short period of time showed just how much he enjoyed teasing her, to the point that she felt as if she might attempt to fight back just to get him back in. Yeah, she felt like a cat in heat alright, but to be fair he’d been the one to start the fire; no sense putting water on it. At his words, she felt a shiver, unable to confirm in any other way than a further purr. She propped herself up on her arms a bit, just so she would be able to stay stable. The feeling of his fingers’ intrusion earned more sounds from her, and at the spanking she just shoved her backside up against him again, submitting eagerly to the commanding force of the tie. She needed to be ridden, not now but right now! She needed to be taken as hard as he could manage and until they both collapsed.

As he prepared to enter, she braced herself fully, arching gladly and rolling her shoulders in preparation, almost resting into the grasp of the tie and finding strange comfort in it at the alien touch of his slick member near her tight hole. Oh how his body was tantalizing her; she might not be able to see his, but what she felt told all she needed. And then… penetration: almost immediately her entire body arched ferociously against it and she inhaled incredibly sharply. She’d heard how it was more than a bit painful for those new to it (and even those used to it), but jeeze this was almost like she was getting shot in the ass! Yet, it wasn’t quite unpleasant; there was still pleasure there, perhaps amplified by the pain, and her entire body seemed to be tingling at this strange and wonderfully tight experience! She could tell from his own sounds that it was just as hard for him, and as she felt his member forcing into her taut walls she knew that this would be a team effort, even with her juices helping the lubrication. At his urging, she gladly obeyed. Fingers digging into the fabric, she let out a strangely quiet, strangled roar and slammed buttocks ferociously at him, burying him in to the hilt. Immediately she gasped at the feeling, the sound of fabric ripping heard as she forced herself to remain upright despite the blended pain and pleasure.

For a moment she seemed to be gasping for breath, remaining in his tie’s grasp as their skin touched and he remained in her. Then, before he could even begin acting, she forcibly leaned forward into his reigns as far as she could go while arching her back and leaning her head back before slamming hard back onto him, letting out another cry as she felt her entire body tremble and her lower lips slightly dripping at the forced widening of her walls.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The beauty of that back as it arched and showed off the curve of her spine. Elissa was indeed a creature to be tamed and Tommy would do so right in that bed. The feelings were swirling through Tommy’s mind. The aching need to be complete with her – filling her as far as he could possibly go. The hand slap he had given her had left a red welt upon her skin, but it did the trick and had her submit. Gladly surrendering her inhibitions right then and there. The force though with which she pushed back showed an eagerness. She wanted him as much as he her….and was prepared to push herself past the boundary of pain. Those soft cheeks were set to take a pounding, that was for sure. The sudden tearing of the sheets meant that she had gripped the cotton way too hard. Be it the searing pain of his thick member opening her up inside, that had done it. The pain. It was exquisite. Words could barely describe the feeling. Almost like a vice as her walls tensed and gave no quarter. Elissa would need to relax, but at the moment she was as taut as a barbed wire fence, and just as dangerous. As they appeared almost locked together – fused, the pair both panted hard and fast. It was like each was gaining more from this action than either had imagined possible.

With a surprised expression, Tommy watched as Elissa drew her body forward – her neck being pulled tight by the tie as she readied to slam back so he would be forced to drill into her. God, was she real? The feeling as his slick member slid out was indescribable. Then she pushed back so hard it near took his breath away. Elissa was giving it her all – pushing past the pain as the pleasure erupted between them. Spurned by her actions, Tommy’s fingers dug into her flesh and he then started the rhythm that would be the catalyst for their wild lovemaking. Tommy almost let out a roar as he simply let himself go. Gripping that hip and pulling it back and then pushing it forward relentlessly.

Tommy kept a tight reign on her with the tie and now the pair were in perfect sync. The bed creaking and moaning, the bed springs squealing as the pair humped madly. Tommy riding her like no other man had. He was being driven onward by an aching need – a swelling that was set to burst inside of her at the rate they were going. How her body could take such treatment was beyond imagination.

“God, you’re so good!” Tommy blurted in between gasps of breath. These being ragged and intense. After a few good thrusts he pulled right out and then hoisted her hip up higher as he set to take her lower once more. To find that spot and bring her home.

She was incredibly slick…the bed sheets drenched and torn. No doubt she would need to get new ones.

~RB~

 

VunG:  This was utter and complete madness. This was probably the most painful sexual encounter she’d ever put herself through, bar none… and it was oh so good. Tommy was driving her absolutely insane, everything he was doing was spurring her on like some furious horse, and she was barely able to keep her breath up as they went. The feel of his fingers only encouraged her, the red marks that they would leave forgotten as she obeyed the unspoken command of his touch, her mouth wide open in a silent scream. Every thrust made her arch her back and her arms shake, but she didn’t stop, remaining in sync with him as he rode her, her bed making the soundtrack to their furious lovemaking. She could feel herself wanting to climax yet unable to for some reason, his member throbbing within her as it went; oh this was exactly what she needed.

She was unable to respond to his words, indeed she could barely think other than to be encouraged by him, redoubling her efforts afterwards. Then, to her surprise she felt him pull out, her backside aching at the treatment and her body aching for more, to be finished properly. Of course, she knew what he was up to the moment she felt her hips moving upwards, and the moment she felt his member even prod into her she slammed herself back on him with all the force she could muster, a raspy, wispy howl escaping her as she did so. GOD that felt good! She was so sensitive now and her adrenaline pounding so hard that she would probably be ready to go at full power no matter how hard he pushed her. Come on! You’re on the home stretch! Bring it home! She could already feel the first hints of that familiar tingling in her, she needed to feel that member of his strike that spot of hers as hard and as often as he could manage! Don’t hold back, just pound away and use her until he couldn’t any more!

 

Razorbackwriter:  Beauty. That was the only way to describe the look on Elissa’s face. She was blossoming under the onslaught of Tommy’s brutal love making. Harder and harder he rode her, with the end clearly in sight. They were moving together in total sync, but the bed – it was crying out in protest as it wasn’t made for such antics. Would he finish her in time before breaking the bed? Any thoughts of that were extinguished as Tommy girth was now at a point where he could feel the ache in his balls. Tommy let out another series of grunts that were in time with his furious hip thrusts. Faster….faster. It was like a sexual marathon race and both were about to cross the finish line. He angled himself to thrust up and this was sure to set off her special spot deep within. Tommy wanted to feel her cum. He wanted to ejaculate right as she was in the throes of an earth shattering orgasm. Just a few more……

The last three thrusts would have Tommy start to stiffen, becoming almost rigid as the swelling reached a crescendo. Tommy threw his head back and cried out Elissa’s name. It was guttural and an almost strangled sound as he fought for breath then held it. Tommy gripped Elissa’s hips as he burrowed deep and then held her. His member shooting out streams of hot jism up into her womb. Tommy only moved slightly as he let himself go. The release was incredible after the long build up.

Tommy’s body was glistening with sweat and a small stream of their juices made a wet patch beneath them. The sheets were torn and abused, much like the bed. Tommy held Elissa in that same position until she was spent, and only then would he fall back on the bed – panting like a dog.

~RB~

 

 

 

Poetry in motion – GS.

 

Scene setting : Elissa’s apartment.

co-written with VunG.

 

Razorbackwriter:  What had started out as playful teasing, with a wiggle and a dance turned into a hot encounter that was now spiraling into overdrive. From smirks and dark chuckles, it was now the sound of heavy panting and growls of deep pleasure coming from both Tommy and Elissa. She needed it, and Tommy wanted it. The deep scratching of Elissa’s nails dug into Tommy’s flesh leaving red drag lines. Cat like she gripped his back, while he continued to grasp the roundness of her buttocks. Tommy was almost shocked at the hunger Elissa displayed and pulled back from the kiss as though to catch his breath. He was staring at her with a look of complete entrancement – wanting to go further. She had him so aroused that his pants were now pulling tight against his groin. The pair barely knew each other, and yet they were obviously keen on the other. Tommy was ready to wipe clear a section of the bench and just take her there, but that would mean smashing a few plates and bowls. No….not in the kitchen.

“Bedroom?’ The word came out like a harsh croak, almost strangled as he was dying to kiss her again. Regardless of whether she would answer, he started to carry her to her bedroom, where looked for a spot to lay her down on and rip that nightie off.

~RB~

 

VunG:  Elissa had no idea how longing she’d been, she hadn’t even been considering the possibility when Tommy more or less moved in here. But now she needed this, she was so into it that, at this point, his back would probably wind up looking like a satellite map of a World War One trench line. As their kiss broke, she too looked back into his eyes, breathing heavily, the crux of her legs already a bit wet with arousal. This may have been a new meeting between them, but she didn’t care in the slightest right now, and in fact she would’ve been just fine if he had just bent her over the counter, certainly would’ve fit the mood, plate replacements be damned.

However, instead he made a simple one-word question, one which he already began responding to. Immediately she responded with a fervent nod, the rasp in her voice egging her on and telling her just how longing he was to resume where they’d left off. The moment he showed any sign of comprehension of her response, her lips were back to his, her tongue jabbing into his mouth as she feverishly grasped at his back, nails still digging in a bit and her legs holding firmly to him, though when they approached her bed she’d ease her grasp enough to be released.

 

Razorbackwriter:  There would be no slow moves, like one of those 80’s songs that was about taking each step with care and soft touches. Not Elissa. No sooner had she nodded feverishly for Tommy to take her to the bedroom, she was right back to kissing him fiercely as he fought his way to the bedroom. Trying to carry her and match her with wild abandon. God, the pain from her scratches had him moan deep into her mouth, yet he yearned for more. Tommy reached the bed, and then tried to set her so she was standing on the floor just by the bed. In between kisses and nipping at her bottom lip, Tommy grabbed the edge of her nightie and brought it up so he could pull it up and over her head – tossing it away absently behind him. For a moment his eyes wandered up and down her body, taking in that she had sheer panties on. They would have to come off. Tommy’s hands now ran up and down her sides, teasing her skin roughly while he lowered his head to the crook of her neck and started to bite and pull at her skin. He had totally forgotten about her injuries as he was caught up in the heat of the moment. Pulling back, Tommy started to un-thread his belt from his pants so that he could get them off. He struggled a bit, cause he in such a rush. His pants dropped to the floor and he kicked them away behind him. By now she would be able to see his raging hard on, practically bursting through his silk shorts. Tommy’s chest was heaving as he was ready to finish what they started in the kitchen. Bending down fast, the silk boxers were off and down his legs, leaving him completely naked before her. The only thing left on him was the tie. Was she going to use it to have her way with him? He was hers for the taking now.

~RB~

 

VunG:  Oh goodness those moans, oh they made her wish she could answer them in turn, as it was she was definitely making a lot of “sighs.” She of course took his release to stand back up, though the whole while she still pressed herself against him, standing on her toes to keep their lips as close as possible She took his nips gladly, occasionally returning them in turn, and only stopped when it was time for the nightgown to find itself a home on the floor, glad to be rid of it. She was well aware of him looking her over, and allowed it while she hastily tried to help him get her panties, leaving her utterly naked since she never wore a bra to bed. He would find that she wasvery fit, the smooth bumps of a mild six-pack on, her arms and legs very lean, and her chest graced with mid-range B-cup breasts. Her bandages were still on her shoulder, but they were tan-colored and like him she’d forgotten them temporarily, huffing and puffing excitedly. She sighed breathlessly at the feel of his lips and teeth on her neck, and she gladly lifted her chin and tilted her head to allow him better access, her own hands sliding up his arms, pressing and squeezing along his arms, nails no longer in use for now. However, the moment he stopped and began working on his pants she joined him, desperate to get the darn thing off and give her access to his ass and get them back to work. Her eyes briefly latched onto the bulge, lust pausing her mind before she reached out only to have him beat her to the punch, so instead once he was up she pulled him to her by his ass, pressing them against each other in that brief moment before it began.

For a brief moment her eyes latched onto the tie; she could definitely take him if she had that on hand. It had been a couple years since she bothered, but she felt like she still had her touch. However, as slid her hands up his side and began to move over his chest to grasp it, she felt a slight tugging at her shoulder, and a reminder of her wound. He would actually see her make an expression like she was silently growling, briefly irritated with that stupid injury for trying to ruin this. Well, guess that meant she’d have to be the woman for once; she wasn’t about to let this stop though. Reaching up to the thing with her good hand, she gripped it, and for a moment she yanked it like she was about to assert herself, her other hand going to his back. However, she then took the tie off him and tossed it into the distance behind Tommy and grabbed him by the shoulders and fell back onto the bed, intent on taking him with her.

 

Razorbackwriter:  It was like a mad race. Each helping the other to undress, with fumbling hands whilst continuing fevered kissing in between. There was this mad sense of urgency, like neither could wait for the other. Hungry, passionate….hot. Words to describe the scene as clothing went flying from their bodies. Had Tommy been any rougher he would have torn those panties right off her. Only when he felt that growl and saw the look on her face that her bandaged shoulder was giving her grief, did he ease up. She was petite, and yet was on tip toes trying to keep those kisses coming. The last stitch of clothing was of course the tie. She could have used it, sure – but instead she whipped that off fast. The silk slipping past and off his shoulder to be thrown carelessly away. Tommy’s heart was now racing; stampeding within his chest. The excitement was building to a point where he was set to need a release. Before he knew it, Elissa grabbed his shoulder and pulled him down, so the pair would tumble onto the bed together. The bedding was soft on impact and took both their weight well – only creaking slightly in protest. There was more of that to come.

Tommy took to Elissa’s lips again, hungrily kissing her while his tongue darted into her mouth. Searching, licking and then intertwining itself with her own. Elissa tasted so sweet, that Tommy let out another pleasured moan that erupted from the very pit of his stomach. Down lower the hardness rubbed against her inner thigh as though seeking to go further. He’d find her wet spot easily enough as his hips began that age old dance – his ass rising then falling. No doubt her hands would find their place there.

Rolling over, Tommy was now flat on his back having dragged Elissa to straddle him. He broke the kiss, and stared up at her. He knew that her shoulder would make it hard for her to take his weight and so in this position she had more control. Something told Tommy that she liked to be on top. He glided his hands to her waist to help move her into position. Tommy wet his lips in anticipation; his tongue gliding along his bottom lip. There was no need for words. There was the look in his eyes; hungry like a wolf for her. His body glistened beneath her, ready and waiting.

~RB~

 

VunG:  It was like there was a frantic drumbeat in her ear attempting to coax some manic dance out the two of them, one which their bodies demanded that they partake in. As they struck the bed, Elissa was more than happy to embrace his lips again, her tongue returning his efforts while her hands sought for something more entertaining than his shoulders. Oh, how she loved those moans, his voice was like honey in this moment, even his taste and scent intoxicating her and immersing her in this moment. As his hardness found her, she immediately took firm hold of his backside and let out what seemed like a wispy purr; her entire body bracing, readying for him to begin proper.

However, instead she found herself surprised and spun back around, and would find herself hurriedly repositioning herself to straddle him. Of course, this was a position she was more than happy with, from the way she moved her legs to the way she perched herself confidently over him with one hand resting on his chest told of that. She was just a touch surprised that he would be so willing to submit. However, as she looked down at his body, his heaving chest, those ravenous eyes of his, and saw how far above them she was, all hesitations stopped and she found herself biting her lip excitedly. Her entire body seemed to coil like a spring, her bad hand moving to slightly tease his wood in preparation while her good one propped her up against his chest. Then, she began. She was relentless, her relatively small size belying just the sheer force she went with. She didn’t necessarily begin quickly, but she definitely escalated. Almost immediately her mouth was open in a pant, her cheeks bright red as she bobbed over him. She occasionally looked up and away, biting her lip as a purr-like rattle escaped her, but most of the time she remained looking down at him wit her hair falling forward, her mouth open, a smile flickering in and out of view.

 

Razorbackwriter:  How quickly Elissa took to the dominant role. Her face illuminated by her smile as she hovered above Tommy. Chewing her lip as she found the right spot. Slowly lowering down, Tommy let out a satisfied grunt – his eyes closing as he felt himself delve within her. The tightness and wetness making for a sensation that made his toes curl. Tommy tipped his head back, his chest now rising and falling quicker as he snorted through his nostrils. Like a stallion beneath her, he started to raise his hips up to meet hers, ensuring her one hell of a ride. Elissa inflamed his desires, and now he tilted his head back so he could watch her, in all her splendor. Her hair a delicate veil that at times swung forward to mask her face. When she tilted her head back she could see the beauty….the rapture of her taking control and using him as she dared. Though small in size, she made up for that with the exuberance and drive. A fierceness almost as she came up to a speed that would have her bouncing upon him – matching his upward thrusts with downward pressure. Tommy was transfixed, forgetting himself almost as he reached up and cupped her breasts with his large hands. So soft to his coarse skin, they jiggled almost like jellies and he couldn’t help but try to squeeze the nips between his fingers. Everything about Elissa at this moment was wild and carefree. What started out as a crazed dance in the kitchen had evolved into something so much deeper. The touch of her skin made him harden all the more as she clenched her inner muscles – squeezing him till he was now moaning louder.

His hands slid from her breasts, to run up and down her sides as she continued to spur him on. Her cheeks aflame, with those lips now stung to a fullness that needed to be kissed. And they would be. For now, Tommy wanted her to use him. Take what she could get and then explode with her wetness seeping down his inner thighs.

The sound of her purr like rattle was like music to her rhythmic bouncing. Tommy didn’t want her to stop. She was poetry in motion.

Again that smile. It was now burnt deep into his mind. Tommy reciprocated as he smiled back up at her.

“Elissa….” His voice husky as he whispered her name. Tommy’s hands moved toward her hips, and then forgetting himself, he gripped her harshly and pulled her down as he pushed himself hard up inside her with three powered thrusts.

~RB~

 

VunG:  Oh how much she adored Tommy in this moment. Elissa may have been in the dominant position, but she was more than happy submit to the primal emotions that this man was putting her through. While his skin may not have been as smooth as her own, even his was more than supple enough for her liking, and while she may have been under some degree of control prior to his thrusting into her, now she was thoroughly off the leash. Immediately she threw her head back with her mouth wide open in a manner suggesting a scream, her “purrs” filling that hole and became more urgent, higher pitched, her hands sliding down to his hips as she tried to keep herself stable. Whenever she looked down and saw him her already burning passions were fanned, his touch poured gasoline onto the fire, his supple muscles utterly maddening to the touch. As he began to touch her chest, she gladly allowed it, reaching around and gripping his ass in turn, the strange intrusion oddly pleasurable as it enticed those sensitive areas, making her bite her lip harshly as they went. She felt as if she were fit to burst at the feeling, his maddening wood putting incredible pressure on her as she in turn clenched down on him, his moans almost seeming to vibrate up into her. She could feel a bit of wetness escaping her, but she didn’t care, he was like some mighty machine pushing her on, he was an incredible driving force and she wouldn’t be satisfied until they both were.

When she heard her name called, she found herself oddly enticed by his voice, the moans strangely eclipsed by just the satisfaction of hearing her name breathlessly voiced, something she wished she could return to him. As it was she returned it with a hushed, still purring, “Tmmi.” However, no sooner had she said that than she felt his hands moving to her hips. As she felt him thrust forcefully into her, the first one had her eyes wide and she let out a shuddering gasp of pleasure as he clearly struck that spot, already sending out of her control. On the second she fell forward over him, hands moving forward to grasp his shoulders to keep herself upright as she felt herself beginning to tense. And then the third, she was down, her entire body clenched as she clamped down on him ferociously and climaxed, a stunned gasp escaping her as she dug into him and struggled not to collapse onto him, her arms shaking as fluids seeped over him.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Desire had now been overrun by this insatiable need to finish what was started. It was impossible not to be turned on by the whisper like purrs that were now turning into something darker, almost harsh as Elissa tried to vocalize the impending explosion that was on the verge of erupting. She was so close and Tommy could feel it as he spurred her on with his powered thrust. The mad, almost out of control pace at which the two gyrated. Like pistons driven to their optimum speed.

Tommy’s experience told him by the look sound and feel of Elissa that she was just about there and he gave his all in the last powered upward thrusts, as she bared down on him with all her strength – clenching hard as she leaned forward. Tommy grit his teeth when Elissa leaned forward and gripped his shoulders as she climaxed with a heady gasp. Almost crying out in delirious joy. The force so great that Tommy could not hold back any longer. Her tightening muscles and movement hit that spot and Tommy shuddered violently as he moved his hands to grip her ass tight and lock her down upon him; so the two were fixed together. Their juices fusing, melting down each other’s inner thighs. A hot searing heat having being built up, now doused as Tommy tried to catch his breath.

A bead of sweat trickled down Tommy’s forehead – his eyes drilling Elissa’s and he pulled her down to collapse on top of him.

Spent.

The fast beating of each other’s hearts was a chorus in the silence of the bedroom. The intensity had left a red blush to Tommy’s cheeks and he struggled to speak as though his tongue was tied. He could hardly believe what had just happened between them. Elissa was no ordinary woman. Far from it. She was a goddess….a wild cat that he never wanted to tame. True beauty.

When Tommy finally swallowed and found his voice, he said. “My God. What just happened?” He’s had other lovers, but Elissa was in a class all of her own.

~RB~

 

 

One Night Only – SS.

 

Scene setting : Bandit & Raul’s Room.

co-written with Artie.

 

Artie:  For the beginning of the ride, Bandit had mumbled muffled obscenities at the warlock.. though as time progressed she would soon fall prey to slumber, encased in bodily warmth. She slept, but far from soundly. It was as though every few moments the little thief would twitch, her hands moving to cover the rest of her body as a small noise of yearning slipped through – occasionally, as Raul knew from her stay at his palace – she would speak.

“Nn..” It was a moan, her head lulling to the side as her arms tightened on her femininity, holding it in.. “Ah..” The thief gasped, her thighs pressing tightly together as though a hand was between them, despite her own hand covering the front of her womanhood.. Clearly, her dream was something of a recollection. “Please.. more..” These words would come out a few moments after the rest, her brows furrowing.. It was intriguing to hear this, as the subconscious would speak now… was this truly what she’d longed for? A slight curl of the toes would answer this question as the blonde’s head turned to be against Raul’s side, her sleeping and naked form burning next to him..

It was perhaps worse because of how used she looked, the drying of her juices and his own along her upper thighs and legs, the blood around her neck from his bite and the copper color as it’d begun to dry..

 

Razorbackwriter:  

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The Warlock kept his eyes on the skies as they rode on from the darkened ally towards the nearest brothel. Since the Warlock viewed Bandit as being a whore, what better place to have her kept than instead of in his own house. Raul had been through that before in the real world, here….he rather be free of having to watch her 24/7. The ride was an interesting one. Bandit falling asleep, but not before mumbling obscenities at him. Even at her lowest point, she still put up a fight. She was however in a situation where she said one thing, yet her body did another. Raul would realize that she was insatiable. One fuck just wasn’t enough, and with her hand moving down to her swollen woman hood, and her guttural moans practically begging for his attentions, he was now starting to wonder if he should oblige her. The whispered words of “please more..” had the Warlock raise a brow, as the cool of the night breeze teased and played with Bandit’s hair as they neared their destination. He thought for a moment. Should he?

The carpet flew around the building of the main brothel house and came into land, but as it did so, the Warlock levitated off the carpet with Bandit held in his arms. He kept her head to his chest, as the carpet de-materialized and vanished with a light pop. The Warlock strode in the front doors, only to be met by the Brothel madame.

“One of your girls I have found in an alley. She needs to be cleaned and set on one of your beds for me. I shall pay well for this service, as I wish to enjoy her for the eve.” He tossed the Brothel owner a bag of gold, as he passed her, and she directed him to one of the suites. Within the room was a service girl, who got a wash basin ready as the Warlock laid Bandit down and started to remove the rest of her clothes. The girl used a sponge and scented water to clean Bandit as she continued to slumber, and when finished, she trundled the wash cabinet out of the room, leaving the Warlock alone with her once more.

Her hair was brushed out and fanned her face, to create an image that was almost holy. Almost. her body was now moving, writhing about the bed, her desire still not yet sated. The Warlock removed his clothes slowly, as no doubt she was still mumbling and begging him to finish her. With her upper body laying on a hill of cushions, the Warlock parted her legs slowly, with all the skill of an Master lover, and started a trail of kisses that worked their way up to the sweet place between her thighs. He was much more gentle at this point, since she was asleep. Within her mind it was anyone’s guess what she could see, but her eyelids would flutter as she went through a stage of rapid eye movement.

Laying fully on the large bed, the Warlock then lowered his head between her legs, and the next thing she would feel, was the teasing presence of his tongue, as it delicately would seek to probe her inner lips. His hands would rest upon her hips and then it was up to her to use her hands to guide his head as she saw fit.

 

~RB~

 

Artie:   

Under usually circumstances, Bandit was a fairly light sleeper.. but in her drunken state and sleepless nights, as well as physical exertion.. she was so deeply in sleep that she barely stirred. This is not to say her eyes would not flutter open partly, only to close once more…

Holy, yes.. The sandy blonde tresses crowned her head, darkening her skin in comparison.. her brows furrowed, though her face relaxed, giving her naturally pouted lips a more emphasized look. Slowly, her chest would rise and fall, the single candle flickering in the dark room.. it threw off a shadow of her shape, the silhouette of her perked breasts and slim stomach beside her on the bed, as though laying next to her.. The gentle curve of her sides.. one arm lay on her stomach as though a mother might to protect her womb, the other up and into her hair. Long and strong legs moved slowly, thighs rubbing together a bit as her knees were bent slightly, cutting the slightly cold air.. Her body itself would radiate heat, soft mumblings coming from the sleeping figure, nearly comprehensible.. but only due to their tone of need, the slightly raised pitch of voice..

A flutter of eyelids as the warlock spread her legs, revealing her arousal.. he moved slowly so as to not rouse her to the point of awakening. A soft noise and a further mumble would greet his actions, her knees attempting to rub together once more but finding themselves to be pushed away from one another.. It was impossible to know what she dreamt, her words giving no clue to her settings or surroundings.. A gasp. One that sounded almost as though she’d wakened, her muscles clenching against the surprising feel of the hot breath the warlock emitted against her sex.. The air thickened around them to an extent, toes curling..

“Mm..” It was a lower noise that would find its way through the female’s chest, as she would suck on her lip.. Her body would stretch, squirming a bit but slowly in doing so.. The hand once on her stomach slowly trailed down her stomach, moving blindly until it found a long tress of his hair, tugging him closer to her.. Knees would move to face outwards, her legs bent a fair amount at this point to leave none to his imagination.. A noise of her liquids would come with this.. if she had been awake she would have been embarrassed.. Yet her body was so instantly ready for him, beckoning he go once more.. Goosebumps formed all along her skin, her nipples perking further to be solid nubs.. A soft sigh, the movement of eyes under lids. The unconditioned body was a needy one..
 

Razorbackwriter:  It was not the best room in the town, far from it. Far too cramped and there was very little in the way of furnishings. No paintings on the walls, not ornate furniture. Just a large king sized bed and duchess with a long floor standing mirror. This was angled in such a way that it reflected the goings on on the bed – not that Bandit would see any of this. The Warlock had chosen his moment wisely. The girl in the deepest of slumber from which it would be hard to awaken. What was a dream and what was reality? In Bandit’s drunken state the real and the fantasy would blur and she may well not even be aware when she woke up of what the Warlock was about to do to her.

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Only a single candle illuminated the setting and this in itself created even more shadows than if there had been rows of them.

The Warlock was a Master in more ways than one. Not only had he mastered the art of illusions and magic, he studied on how to give pleasure and how to receive. What he was able to do, was treat a woman as though she was a finely tuned instrument. Fingers that moved with a delicate sense of care – when the mood hit him, which was rare. Usually one that took what he wanted and forcefully, this was a complete turn around but Raul had his reasons for this most intimate of moments. He planned for her to remember this though not by conscious thought, but that it would be in her dreams. In a way, she would never be able to forgive herself, or him for this act. What is worse….he was going to make sure she remembered ever lick, every touch as though her skin was seared by a heated flame.

Already Bandit was arching her back, her bright pink nips standing to attention upon rounded mounds that rose and fell with the increased pace of the beating of her heart. If a bird, she would be singing the most beautiful of songs. Instead there was no sound aside from the low noise that came from her lips. Submission – mixed with cravings of the flesh.

Like a rose that was greeting the sun in the morn, she opened herself. Legs well apart – knees splayed in welcome. The glorious bubbling of her juices that met with the Warlock’s tongue. Each drop treasured as he poked at her lips with the very tip, to tease her into further release. Her slender digits wandered down past her stomach and now caught into his tresses – curling them into locking onto tufts that she would pull. Though her eyes were not yet open, she instinctively knew where she wanted him to be. Deeper. So much deeper. He would of course oblige. Raul’s hot breath warming her ripe and blooded flesh all the more.

Raul’s hand snaked up the side of her. Following her hourglass shape. Ripples of goosebumps met his finger tips and he played with this. His digits pressing along like he was playing a piano till he reached the rise of her mound of pink flesh. Thumb and forefinger pinched the waiting nub that was erect to his attentions. Wanting.

The Warlock remained silent. Giving no clue of who was doing these acts. Eventually though, she would remember.

Raul delved past the point of no return, his tongue now pushing through her folds and now flicking in and out so to press against her inner muscles. Cat like almost, he teased and flicked. Prodding and retracting as she fell into a dizzying abyss of pleasure.

 

~RB~

 

Artie:  Soft gasps would greet Raul’s inching fingers, a slightly sharper one pushing at her chest as the nub on her breasts was pinched. To this she would feel a shock, the cold of his fingers against her hot skin creating a tugging feeling above her navel.. The other hand that did not grip at his tresses instead reached for her own breasts, placing itself over his grip and digging her nails in slightly.. as though urging him onwards, trying to grab at the item that gave her such shivers.. It was much like seeking the familiar hand in a sea of strangers, grappling blindly.

A true noise, however, came from her lips when his tongue flicked at her sex, creating a light lapping noise that she could not hear. “Ohnn..” Low. It was a sound purely from instinct, a total reflex at the waves of pleasure that had begun to suddenly roll over the female.. A burning feeling had come over her core, conflicting with the cold air that caressed her flaming form..

~Dream~

Riley.. Oh..” Bandit groaned, gripping at her lover’s hair.. He was her first lover, the man who held her heart.. and would ultimately shatter it.. but she did not think of this now. This dream splayed into reality, the feelings far too strong to be fantasy.. The blonde gazed down at the male, slipping a hand into his hair and pulling him against her..

He would respond with a sort of held-back eagerness, as though he was teasing her by holding back as the act itself.. The burning feel of his tongue on her fairly warm folds brought another groan to her lips, bubbling from the surface and splaying into the air..

Orgasm sprang up on her, encasing her in its warmth and electrifying her center, burning her slowly from her beginnings as she unraveled..

~Reality~

Quick movements of her chest. The blond breathed shallowly, crying out loudly.. the curvature of her spine would increase as she rolled back her shoulders, tilting her head into the pillows and moaning out incomprehensible words.. Her womanhood would clench and unclench around him, liquid spurting slightly and then leaking from her..

The thighs of the woman would tremble around Raul’s head, legs shaking as a terribly hard climax racked through her body in delicious waves.. “Oh!” Bandit’s eyes blinked open, yet the scene remained the same from that in her dream.. A queen bed beneath her, red sheets that were embedded with markings rough beneath her bare skin.. An overhang from the bed, a nightstand to her right.. The moon the only light in the room as it would pour through the darkwood windows..

“Riley…” Bandit breathed, looking down at the red-haired man beneath her legs, a content sigh slipping through her lips.. She would comb through his hair with a loving intent, running her fingers through the tresses.. “This dream is so good.. I don’t want it to end..” Little did she know she was awake.. Her normally clear and icy blue eyes appeared foggy as she gazed at the warlock, imagining him as her old partner in crime..

 

Razorbackwriter:  ~The Dream~

 

The name of another man came from Bandit’s lips as she was in the throes of a glorious orgasm. This man, another lover from another time and yet the thought that he was the one making love to her had her react so intensely that even the Warlock was surprised. The Warlock raised a brow, as he continued to enjoy the taste of Bandit’s release, but his ears burned. Raul was meeting her needs above his own, and yet here she was – writhing in spectacular fashion with that name being said breathlessly. Anyone that could tame the wild cat that was Bandit must be worthy of her, the Warlock thought. Feeling her slender digits wind their way through his own hair as she betrayed herself and spoke that the dream was so good, had the Warlock decide to make the dream very real. More real than she was probably ready for. If he appeared in her mind to be Riley, then that was the mask he would wear as he raised the bar.

Gently, the Warlock removed his hand from her swollen bosom, and used it by placing it on the bed to help him move upwards towards her. A slight gust of wind would cause the candle light to flicker, but in this moment the appearance of the Warlock changed to that of the man in her dream. He rose up so he was now looking down at her. Their faces barely inches apart. She would see Riley as she cast her clouded eyes upward at him. Seeing his lips and nose wet from having been so intimate with her. Bandit’s scent mixing with his own masculine one.

“It doesn’t have to end you know, kid?.” The dark voice said. His hair now a dark red, so unlike that of the Warlock’s. “It’s been too long. But…..” His lips would press with hers, while his tongue flicked against hers. It had been too long. Riley was the one and only man that Bandit ever loved, ever counted on. Only in her dreams could he exist because in reality, as far as she knew he was dead.

Suddenly, the Warlock’s expression changed as he felt that he had already conquered her body and marked her again in the alley. Here, she had experienced a joyful and fulfilling moment, where she believed it was Riley that had committed the act. Not her most hated enemy.

Slowly he pulled back from Bandit as she lay there, spent. Raul slid off the bed, but still appeared to be Riley. Slowly he dressed himself, as he hummed a tune that only Riley would have ever sung for her. Would she remember?

Standing dressed, he then tossed a small bag of coins on the bed and remarked coolly. “That should cover the room.”Riley was leaving her again.

Without looking back, he walked out of the room and shut the door with a soft click. Whistling as he went down the stairs, his appearance changed to that of the Warlock once more and he nodded to the Brothel Madame.

“Delightful as always.”

He then headed out into the night.

~RB~

 

Artie:  For a moment, she was flying. The female would entwine her hands into Riley’s hair, tugging ever so softly to pull his lips to hers.. She did not care for their mixed scents, only taking in his own.. “… But..” At this Bandit would arch a brow, her hands falling from his hair and sliding to his shoulders. “‘But?'” She would repeat, her expression changing as he slowly pulled away..

That should cover the room.” Her face hardened as he tossed the coin purse next to her, her jaw locking. Riley would never have done such a thing.. what twisted nightmare was this? Slowly she would move to be under the covers, ignoring the uncomfortable feel along her body.. surely this was not real… though it certainly felt it..

The woman wrapped her arms around her chest, on her side in the fetal position.. what the hell had just happened..?

It was thirty minutes before her eyes would lull closed, her mind unsure as to why she had yet to wake from this nightmare, the stabbing pains of Riley’s disinterest coursing through her veins..

She awoke, a disgusted look immediately flickering onto her face at the odd feeling between her legs.. But more importantly, she looked shocked.. What was the coin purse doing here? Was she still sleeping? Bandit would stand, walking to the wash pot and beginning to scrub herself..

The blonde walked to the closet and dressed, memories of the previous day causing a scowl to light her features.. it was all so blurry.. but how had she ended up here, naked? What had happened? Why did she have a dull ache on her neck and in her nether regions?

Oh, the poor soul.. she could not even recall that the dreaded warlock resided in Hell with her..

Leaving the coins on the bed, Bandit would walk out of the room, staggering a bit from her beginning headache..

 

 

 

A Little Red Dress – Chapter two

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The second in an erotic series that started with Cafe Discretions.  The new chapter is “A little red dress”, co written with TA, and is adult fiction – so reader beware.

 

RB–  It had been about a week since Alana had enjoyed the pleasures of the unknown gentleman at the Coffee house.  She had toyed with the business card he had handed her right before she had taken flight – sated and wet.  Thoughts, wicked ones had crossed her mind as she ran her thumb over the gold embossing.  Every so often she glanced at her phone.  Should she call?  It was not like he knew how to find her or even where she worked.  She was still very much a mystery to Alec, but one that he probably wanted to explore in more detail if given the chance.  It was tuesday evening, just about time to knock off work when Alana finally gave in.  Taking out the card once more, she silently stared at the card.  There was to be an office Christmas party hosted by her boss, Mister Ferguson.  Everyone was said to be going, and her boss had made it clear that he hoped she would give him a special surprise for his Christmas present.  He’d made advances towards her through the course of the year, and always liked a drink at the Christmas do.  She could imagine just how bad he would get, but then she thought of Alec.  Letting out a breath, she took up the phone and then pressed in his number.  Would he answer?  It was his business line.  Chances were he had a secretary of his own.  The phone started to ring….
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TA – A couple of days had gone by since he experienced  that lovely moment with Alana – he wondered if she would ever call. He had actually stayed away from the bistro for a time, just to let the aura of the encounter fade away a bit in the event they were noticed. However, he cared more about that killer body he had been able to have liberties with, and whenever he walked the block or two from the office, his eyes were always open. He tried to imagine what her life was – of course they hadn’t talked about themselves beyond their wants, so did he want to know more, or did he just want to bang her. His desk was covered with paperwork that wasn’t going to get done on its own, so he thought about spending a few more hours at work. He knew with the holidays coming normal schedules would be different so she was probably out of town, a lot Englanders liked to get out of the city for the week, and he wondered about driving out to spend a few days with his family. He looked at the paperwork, glanced out the window, and decided to get up and stretch a little bit, get the blood flowing. He imagined again Alana in her own world, wondered how she spent her evening and began to fantasize a lovely woman that tossed everything aside at night to just lounge with her legs spread over a divan, like any stunning woman would in her free tie. He imagined her taking her fingertips and beginning a slow tease across her skin, sipping wine, and then he wondered if he might be the image in her mind. Hiss phone began to vibe in his pocket, and he reached inside pulled out the phone and a number appeared that wasn’t familiar. His policy to not answer unknown calls given his profession, so he let it go to voice mail. He thought if they really want his attention they’ll drop him a message. He didn’t even think about her actually making the call, but after it moved to voice mail, he returned to his desk and began hitting the paperwork.
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RB– Alana waited for the sound of Alec’s voice on the other end, and she got it….but it was his voice mail message. ‘Great..’ she thought for a moment, as she waited for the right moment to speak.  Alana swiveled in her chair and stared out of the office window at the city that was spread out before her.  He was out there, somewhere.  Finally the beep sounded, and that was Alana’s cue.
“Alec.  I don’t normally leave messages, but in this case I guess I will.  I’m not sure if you remember me.”  She paused for a moment and frowned.  God, that sounded pathetic.  She could do so much better.  “It’s Alana.  I happen to be attending a little do here at the office tomorrow night and I wondered if you might like to come….come..and have a drink.”  Her voice became softer as a client entered the office and nodded at Alana – he had an appointment.  Knowing she had an audience, Alana changed tact.  “I believe I owe you a drink at least.  You have no idea how much I enjoyed your company.”  This was said with a sultry tone, as she then went to give him the details of the address and the floor – along with the time.  Alana closed the phone and set it down as she looked back at Mr Jansen, the new client.
“You’re early.  I like that.  Let’s get down to business.”
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TA – the ding went off on his phone so he decided to listen to the message. The moment he heard her voice his demeanor changed. He immediately got up and shut the door to his office, and walked to the windows. Her voice was in his head, and he chuckled at the first couple of lines. He certainly didn’t expect that vulnerable tone from this delicious barracuda he had submitted to the other day, but then realized we don’t always know people beyond their exterior facade. He listened with intent to the address she’d given him, “17th floor, 2042” he scratched on his notepad, and then put his phone down on the desk. He stood there for a minute and looked at the phone. He immediately thought he might be staying in town for the next couple of days.
‘Heh” he laughed to himself. She called him. It wasn’t an arrogant laugh, there was no tone of confidence, he simply remarked at the fact she reached out. He walked over to the window and looked directly at her building, surveyed the floors and tried to determine where the law offices began. He knew it was around the 14th or 15th floor and then stretched upwards five floors. He has sent a few clients that way. He imagined their offices being directly across from each other. He imagined he might be looking right at her, but had no idea of that even being a remote possibility. He picked up his phone, threw a few papers into his satchel, walked over to the windows and dialed … feeling a sense of arousal just with the notion of her making a connection.
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 RB– The night of the Office party had arrived, and thankfully Alana had been able to duck back to her apartment and change into something a little more festive.  A knockout red cocktail dress with matching heels and sheer stockings.  Gold diamond earrings finished off the dress nicely, and she wore her hair in a loose bun, with the curls that framed her face giving her a much softer look.  Alana checked herself in the mirror before she was to head to the door, and was happy with the effect.  Very festive.  She was practically a present waiting to be unwrapped.  If only by the right person.  Thoughts again returned to Alec, and she felt herself glow at the idea of his presence.  How he made her feel, his touch.  They had seen each other so many times before the encounter, but not in the days that followed.  This made the want for him grow all the more.  Oh yes, the nights she lay upon her cotton doona – imagining that her fingers were in fact his.  His face, his voice had filled her nights, if only it was just her imagination.  Alana hoped that this night might lead to more.  Happy with herself, she grabbed her clutch and headed for the door.
 
 Driving into the underground car park of her office building, the silver Mercedes pulled up in the last row of spaces.  The lights dimmed, and Alana quickly checked her phone.  He hadn’t called back, but maybe that was done on purpose.  She called him.  Usually, it was the other way around.  Would he even come?  Alana undid her seat belt and opened the door of her car, stepping out gracefully, and reaching for her purse.  She slammed the door, which caused an echo in the car park.  The alarm triggered and the flash of yellow lights faded.  Looking about and not seeing anyone else about, she headed for the lift.  Her hair bounced lightly upon her shoulder as she walked with a pronounced strut.  Her red heels clacking on the concrete floor of the car park as she stopped before the lift and tapped the up button.
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 TA – He held onto the phone and just looked at the number, and wondered if he should hit send or just walk over and surprise her. He thought, hell, everything has been spontaneous, I’ll just walk over. He took off his tie and dropped it in his office drawer with the others, loosened up the top button, rolled his sleeves back a flap or two … going for that casual, and hot enough outside he didn’t need his sport coat. He walked over to the bar, and poured himself a scotch, leaned into the cherry wood counter and caught his eyes in the mirror. “Okay, so who am I today?” The lonely bachelor, or the ‘everyman’ that women want. He knew the scotch would help define that and slugged it down. 
 
 He walked over to the window and imagined her readying herself for the Christmas party. The fact she was inviting him indicated she would be bored as hell, and this would be an easy invitation to ask her to get out of there soon after they arrived. He walked out of the office, and pushed the down button on the elevator. Sally said good night and he realized he had ignored her, and turned around and smiled and said, “oh, damn I didn’t even say good night” “you have a wonderful holiday alright, and drive safe, I’ll see you on Monday.” She smiled and nodded that knowing glance that said to him she would always hold onto that night last spring. The doors opened and he got on – leaned against the wall, and as the lift began to descent imagined doing it with Alana in this little square box. Hmm, could work.
 
 He walked into the evening heat, and strolled across the street in sort of a brisk jog seeing a gap in the normally constant traffic, and walked into the glass doors fo the office building. The attendant asked him to sign in, and said ‘office party right?’ He said ‘yes’ and was glad he didn’t have to explain, and realized his demeanor was inviting. He walked across to the elevator and before pushing the button, scanned the directory to see if her name came up in the listing. The print was very small and only listed last names.
 The elevator door opened … 
 
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 RB–  The door to the elevator opened at the foyer, much to Alana’s surprise.  She thought that the lift would go straight up.  Castling her blue eyes up to who it was that had rung for the lift, she was taken in by the man standing there waiting.  It was Alec.  At first, Alana was left speechless to see him there.  He looked incredible.  No, wrong word. He looked fuckable.  Alana chewed her lip as she asked demurely.  “Going up?” Almost like she pretended not to know him.  Well, she didn’t know him as well as she had wanted too.  Alana moved to the left side of the lift, so that he could easily come in and press the button to make the lift close.  Something told her it was going to be a long ride to her floor.  One of her core fantasies was doing it in a lift.  Something about being trapped in a confined space and no way out.  Alana reached for one of the hand rails, and curled her fingers around it. This showed off her perfectly polished nails.  Fire engine red, just like her dress.  
 
 No one else was there to use the lift, so it would just be the two of them riding up.  Once he got in….who knew what would happen.  Needless to say, the security officer in the foyer would be the only privileged to get a special screening of their second encounter.
 
 One of Alana’s pencil straps slid off her shoulder, and she gently moved her hand to draw it back up into place.  Her perfume was scented with rose and lilac.  The fragrance intoxicating as the doors closed.  Sealing them in.
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 TA – Shocked by her presence he was immediately drawn to her red dress, and glanced around for a minute and casually strolled onto the lift and closed the door, winking at the security guard as he disappeared behind the metal. He then turned immediately to her and reached her hand and casually let her let go of the strap, and wrapped his fingertips underneath and slowly slid it down her shoulder letting his fingertip slide along her naked skin. He was intoxicated by her perfume, and immediately took his other hand and began to lower her other strap, not to undress her but simply to have access to her naked shoulders. He knew her delicious bodice would have no issue holding her dress in place. As his lips sought her he watched her fingertips reach the stop button on the lift, and while in motion, she pushed it in, and the car slowly slid to a gradual stop. At that same time, their lips connected and he welcomed the beauty of her passionate kiss driving his tongue inside in a manner that only spoke of his need to show her how much he wanted to continue penetrating her. She reciprocated by putting her hands on his ass and pulling him into her waiting hips, his hands sliding down her arms, while he let his tongue slide out of her mouth, and upon her neck. He wanted to take time on her shoulders, feeling her gasps as he sensed her shoulders coming alive with the soft touch of his teasing lips, her hand now reaching the back of his head and fingertips wrapping in his hair as she pulled his head upon her aching skin. His hands met her hips and he gently moved her body, in a manner that said “I want your ass please’ and turned her around, she letting go of his head and letting her hands wrap around the rails feeling him pressing his erection along the side of her body as he moved her into place. While sliding his tongue along her neck his hands slowly pulled the silky fabric of her dress above her hips, and yes he discovered she was pantiless. Just as he began to slide his hand under her ass, she placed her fingertips around his wrist, to indicate a pause, and spoke …
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RB– Of course she wasn’t wearing panties.  Her purse was only so big and after their last encounter, Alana wanted to be ready.  She was already heady from the way he entered the lift and took to her.  Tasting the sweetness of her lips, moving his fingers to make the pencil strap fall so he had full access to her naked shoulder.  Oh, she had dreamed of this moment, and it was every bit as good as her imagination had explored.  In the coffee shop, Alana had been bold in what she wanted and how she got it.  A public display and yet kept so discrete.  This was different.  No doubt the security guard was enjoying himself as he watched the events unfolding on his tiny screen.  
In the lift, things were hotting up.  Alec had turned Alana around so that she was gripping the railing now with both hands.  The slight feeling of air was growing, as her dress started to raise when Alec picked at the hem and moved it slyly up her thigh and over her bare ass.  Alana caught her breath, and reached around to take his wrist.  They both paused for what was the longest few seconds till she said.  
“Don’t hold back.  I want you to go as hard and fast as you can.”
Alana gave a little wiggle of her hips, then pressed her backside out invitingly towards him.  She slowly released his wrist, and instead reached up for her hair pin, which she slid out slowly, allowing her dark hair to cascade down in a torrent upon her back.  Alana purred with a throaty richness.  A light trickling was already going down the inside of her inner thigh.  She was aroused beyond measure, and wanted him to seize the day. Alana glanced over her shoulder and he saw the flash of lust in her eyes.
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TA – This was all he needed as he listened to her words feeling his erection wanting to pop. He didn’t need her hands yet, this was the moment, the zip less fuck that he first experienced when reading Erica Jong’s ‘Fear of Flying‘ when he was a teenager.He reached his fingertips inside of her and spread her lips knowing her readiness, and unbuckled his slacks with his free hand while swallowing her shoulders, lost in her aroma … He slid his slacks down with his free hand and brought his wet fingertips up to his lips and dripped his saliva into the palm of his hand, reached the tip of his cock and an saturated it with the sweet gel of slide to make the entrance easy, grabbed his shaft and slid his dick underneath her ass, with fingertips guiding the head of his cock felt her lips and slowly slid the head inside guided by her gasps, pushed more, suddenly feeling her grip his cock and relishing in her strength. Now inside he placed his hands on the elevator wall, stepped away from her legs just a tad, while she grabbed onto the rails and let her breasts ease into the cold metallic of the wall. The only thing connecting them was the girth of his penis in her tight vagina, and he now slid slowly inside, and retreated, slowly inside and retreated, being careful to not touch any other skin. She reared her head back and her flowing her teased his chest while he continued to play with her anticipation, finally letting his lips fall back onto her shoulders, now beginning a more steady and necessary rhythm, her gasps turning to moans, her ass pushing against him with every thrust. He was going to cum, rather than fuck around with any affection. He now decided he was just going to slam her until he exploded. He wondered about how she was reacting inside at this point.
~
RB–  The cold of the metal wall seared her nipples to the point that they were taut beyond belief.  Her sweet mounds being pressed up hard to the elevator wall with each thrust.  Course, she let him take charge, holding her in such a way, that only his engorged cock was touching her.  It was doing more than touching though – drilling her slowly.  Teasing.  It was like he was torturing her to see how she would respond.  A small cry emitted from her lips, as she clearly wanted more than this.  Her ribbed insides squeezed and locked upon him each time, only to feel him withdraw from her slowly.  It was driving her insane, and she started to push back in a show of eagerness to please and be pleased.  Her own hair was now tickling her naked back, and it wasn’t until she felt the press of his lips on her skin that she let out a moan of aching need.  Alec had changed his rhythm to now being slightly faster.  Alana grit her teeth.  Between her thighs the ache was growing.  She could feel him thicken inside her and in her mind she could picture him behind her – ready to hunch over and hammer her wildly.  Suddenly, Alana wanted to make this last.  Not to have him simply explode in her, but change gears and have him experience her in ways she had only dreamed.  Hardly believing what she was about to do, she pulled forward so he would have left her body.  Turning sharply so that she now faced him, she licked her lips and whispered in a hoarse voice.
“I’m dying to taste you.”  
  
At that moment she sank to her knees before him.  Luckily the bottom of the lift was carpeted.  Alana’s dress had now dropped to expose her breasts and she gazed up at him as she placed her hands behind her back.  Ripe red lips waiting for him to take her by the head.  She wanted to be his gift for Christmas.  At first she nudged his cock with her nose, then let it slide along her cheek.  Her tongue danced around the head teasing.  She knew that he could not resist such an invitation.  To take her head and then guide himself into her waiting mouth.  Her red lips parted as she slowly started to take him in…down to the back of her throat.
~
TA – Where did this woman come from he thought to himself as he put his hands on her the side of her head and just held on. She was doing all the work, he didn’t have to pump, he just let her tongue and lips drive him crazy. The way she took her tongue and ran it along the base of his cock and slowly crawled up to the head was delightful, and then when she with desire spent time sucking on the middle of his shaft, it was like she was designed for his cock alone. No one had ever caught the sensation of his cock in such a delicious manner. As she worked on his cock, he slowly took a couple of steps back so he could lean against the wall instead of falling on top of her as her prowess was causing his legs to turn to rubber. He hit the wall, and just submitted, feeling her lips now sliding him towards orgasm, her hand cupping his balls. He was about to explode, and looked down at her, and noticed her eyes looking for him as her mouth made deliberate slides on his cock. She gave him a nod with a smile, and went to town. As he began to anticipate his explosion he wondered about how she would handle it, I mean ‘Jesus Christ’ he said in a whisper they were in a public elevator. She focused on the head of his cock, knowing it was close, tasting his precum, and now stroked his cock feverishly feeling him grow more restless, his breath giving moan to each stroke of her hands. His hands on her head now he held on for dear life as he began to cum, expecting her to pull her head away but instead she stayed firmly attached – her mouth with phenomenal strength holding onto to every squire of cum releasing into her mouth. She tightened her lips around him and rode him to orgasm, waiting a couple of seconds to be sure, and then audibly swallowing, letting his cock free while she took her tongue and cleaned the shaft of his cock. He leaned back on the wall, and felt her lips begin to kiss his abdomen as she slowly rose lips now kissing his nipples, sliding upon his shoulders until he
 felt her mouth reach his ear. She whispered, “Fuck the party, my car is down a couple of floors.” She let her dress down while he pulled up his slacks, lips pressed together while they readied themselves, and turned and pulled out the stop button …
~
 
 RB–  Alana slyly raised a finger to the corner of her mouth, where there was just the hint of his jizz on her lips.  Skillfully she wiped it off then sucked her finger as she went to pull out the stop button and allow the lift to move once more.  Alana herself had yet to enjoy an orgasm with her newest lover, but that was going to happen.  Just not in the lift.  She still could taste Alec’s come in her mouth and she made a purr like sound at how good it tasted.  The door to the lift suddenly opened at the floor of her office and her boss was standing right there.  He looked shocked by Alana’s appearance, and least to say the man standing in behind her was one he had never seen before.
 
 “Alana…you’re late.”
 
 “No, actually I just came up to wish you a Happy Christmas.  Sorry, something just came up.”  She giggled as she wiggled her fingers at her boss and then pressed the button for the car park.  The doors slid to a close with a very annoyed looking man left to explain Alana’s behavior to the rest of the staff.  That wasn’t exactly the kind of present he had wanted from her.  That….was going to Alec.  Turning around slightly as the lift started to descend back to where she had her car parked, Alana said  “I don’t live far.”  
~/~
 

Cafe Discretions.

This is a collaborative piece and is classed as erotic fiction.  Reader discretion is advised as it contains adult content.   Cafe Discretions is a wonderful collaboration with a fantastic writing partner;  eleganceinwords (TA).

 

Cafe Discretions.

 

TA – She was that knockout you’re usually afraid of, at least I was when I first walked in. She stood waiting for her order, staring straight ahead, I knew she was aware of my drooling disposition. I sort of kept my eyes on the bakery goods rather than look right at her, but then I wondered – does she wish guys would just look through her rather than dancing around her elegance?
~
RB –  It was about the same time of day and she knew that he should be coming in the door at any given moment.  Already she was heady from the delicious scent of freshly ground coffee beans and the inviting smell of muffins and banana bread.  Wearing her usual wool suit with the trademark short skirt, Alana tilted her head slightly as she mused over the various choices of coffees.  The girl behind the counter waited dutifully for her to place her order, but she was holding back.  Waiting.  Waiting for him.  He didn’t disappoint.  Right on cue, the tell tale sound of his heels upon the tiles; along with the familiar scent of his cologne had her show a sly smile.  She didn’t have to turn her head.  Alana knew he was there.  She’s seen him before.  Those eyes that followed her every move.  The way he practically drooled.  God, get the man a bib.  Finally, she spoke.
“Short flat white, no sugar.”
Then, she did something unexpected.  “….and I’ll pay for his coffee.” 
She turned her head ever slightly, and then motioned to a booth down the back.
“Care to join me?”
  ~
TAHe was happy he could still speak,
“Why certainly,” he stammered, smiled, looked at the barrister to see if she was judging him. Yup she was, she looked at him as if to say,
“Why don’t you just tell her you want to fuck her right now,” but he looked past it and glanced at Alana’s eyes, a deep blue horizon he had wished to lose himself inside of for weeks, her sweet smile that told him she could tolerate him for fifteen minutes of chatter, but he better use his time wisely. 
He watched her walk away her legs gliding across the tile, and imagined she was enhancing her hips just for him. It worked. As he waited for his coffee, he noticed she put down her things and dashed off to the restroom while he was finishing his order. Without thinking about it, he dropped his change into the cup not even aware that Jenny the server was smiling at him, He walked over to the booth, a rather discreet one at the end of the aisle, high walls to protect conversations and other such matters. He sat down, and already felt the start of an erection. That alone told him to not really focus on trying to impress her with words. He loosened his tie and leaned back on the felt cushion of the bench and waited, each second trying to maintain the best ‘hot guy’ posture he could.
~
RB – Having walked into the rest room, Alana hurried into a cubicle and closed the door.  Her lips parted as she ran her tongue across her bottom lip and then reached for the edges of her skirt, her fingers sliding up beneath the woolen fabric till reaching the top of her silk panties.  Oh, they were coming off.  No need for them now with what she had planned.  A light wriggle of her hips and she shimmed so the black silk slid down her thighs and onto the floor, where she crouched down to snatch them up and then stuff them into her jacket pocket.
A little purr escaped her lips as she imagined that he was sitting at the booth – waiting for her.  Did he know what she had planned?  That she was far from a demure office secretary, but secretly had a few kinks in the closet.  Smoothing down her skirt, she could hear others in the restroom and to mask what she was doing, she pressed the button and then opened the door; walking out smartly to wash her hands.  Alana was immaculate.  From her hair to her make up.  A perfectionist you could say.  She turned slightly to adjust the run of the seam of her stockings and gave her belt a little pull, to snap it tight to her flesh.  The sensation sent a burning feeling racing through her.  One final look in the mirror and she was ready.
Walking out of the rest room, Alana spied that he had gone straight for the booth and was now sitting in a non chalant fashion – his tie slightly loosened, and leaning back at ease.  So…relaxed.  Her eyes widened slightly as the right corner of her mouth twitched and she strutted towards the booth.  
“Still not got your coffee?”
The service wasn’t exactly speedy, but that was how she liked it.  It gave time for her to introduce herself.  If the case need be.  But he already knew her.  He had seen her repeatedly day after day and now the time had come to get better acquainted.
With a graceful move she slid into the booth.  The movement meant that her skirt rose up high enough for the exposure of those garter straps.  A hint of bare flesh. Pink…ripe.  The fabric of the couch made a slight sound as she got comfortable. Her eyes flickering from his, and then tracing down where she happened to notice the growing bulge beneath his pant’s fabric.  Already?  My my…what was he thinking?
“I’m Alana.”  this was said with a husky tone, that was smooth yet subtle.  
As she got comfortable, her jacket opened slightly so that he might spy the black lace of her bodice beneath.  The rise of her breasts just enough to show she was more than a handful.  Alana didn’t adjust her clothing.  She wanted to make sure he got a good look.
“So aside from coffee, is there anything else you fancy?”
~
TA – He let out a bit of a gasp with a chuckle to feign how nervous or excited he was. He hadn’t a clue at this point. All he could think about were her legs. Just then he reached to the side of the couch and picked up his coffee cup, nonchalantly glanced at the motorists in their routine out the window. He was doing his best to set up a casual glance. he took a sip, and placed the cup back on the floor nearby, purposely leaning over so when he returned his eyes could blatantly glance inside her thighs. She was there and ready, and parted just a tad, so when he sat up he could readjust his tie, a subliminal suggestion of how he might want her to caress him in a short while. He turned to see her looking right at him, with a smile. He let his eyes fall to her shoulders on purpose, noticed the fabric of her blouse that appeared to have been given a bit of a toss in the restroom, let his hand drop to his right thigh while his legs pulled slightly towards her, allowing his erection to settle well in his slacks. He watched her eyes purposely glance, with just a flit of her tongue, a wet sliver of saliva resting on her bottom lip.
“I’m Alec, I am just delighted,’ he said, now bold, now wanting to favor her desires with a sharp return of confidence, something he was fully aware was coming from somewhere he didn’t know.
He held out his hand and she laid her along his fingers so he gently lifted her hand feeling her soft skin slide inside his palm, imagining well beyond that initial touch. There was a fire happening and he wanted to build upon that passion. 
“Well, actually, I’m thinking only about what might await me,” and glanced again at her legs, watching them part just slightly more than before he set down the coffee.
“I certainly do fancy you,” feeling completely comfortable with the energy she was sharing with him right now.
He had worked this moment in his head for days and was beside himself with how good everything felt up to this point, her picking the discreet couch, the reaction to his waiting cock, and even his fantasy of her removing her panties shortly before she sat down. He thought to himself when he watched her go whether that might be the case, and now, knowing her freedom with her body in his eyes, he was convinced …
“I think I would like you to tell me what you might want out of a spontaneous afternoon coffee, perhaps a fantasy of yours,” he threw the idea toward her with a soft caress of his inner thigh that was now dancing with a subtle rhythm of arousal.
 ~
RB –  So casual and acting as though he was more interested in the world passing by for a time.  His head turning as he took up his cup and sipped, watching the cars that passed the coffee shop.  Alana had to admit, she enjoyed this candor, the way he held himself.  Moving his legs in such a way to hide the tell tale sign of a bulge.  She could only imagine him without the pants on.  Exposed.  Throbbing.  She pushed her tongue to the inside of her cheek as she quietly mused and studied this man.  His name…was Alec.  It suited him, and reminded her of a famous screen star by the same name.  He was a confident gent, and as the moment progressed, Alec was showing signs that his self confidence was growing.  Alana had given off very subtle cues, and he instantly picked up on it.  It was like they were on the same wave length.  Often so very hard to find. 
When he took her hand, she felt the strength behind his grip.  Fingers that she could imagine plundering her insides.  The very thought sent a shiver through her, which she tried to contain.  Her smile only grew when he said he was thinking of what may await him.  Alana thought of a few things that were on offer – if the time was right.  Finally, he admitted his feelings.  That he fancied her.  Success.  She knew it all along.  The silent flirts with eyes and of course her hips had paid off.  Alana was never one to put herself out there, but to do it in such a way, that it would leave him craving and fighting those delectable fantasies, that she was now sure he had enjoyed.
At the question of what she might want out of a spontaneous afternoon coffee, or even a fantasy, Alana let out a very soft purr.  She reached into her jacket pocket and skillfully pulled out that same set of panties she had just removed in the rest room.  Casually, she reached for her briefcase and opened the flap – only to slide them deep inside.  This allowed him to see exactly what she did in the rest room.  Closing the flap, she drew back slightly and then glanced at him.
“I had wished for a sexual encounter with a stranger, but….as we are now on a first name basis, I guess we can try for something a bit…hotter.”
Her hand slid down her own thigh and then reached across to where his hand lay.  Gently she wound her fingers around it and drew it back so that she could place it just on the inside of her inner thigh.  Her thigh quivered at his touch as her eyes searched his the entire time.
“I want you to finger fuck me….right here…right now.”
 ~
TA – He didn’t flinch and only slid a little her way across the couch, still keeping enough distance for eyes that could see them both shoulders up to not quite realize their actions, well not completely anyway. He let his fingertips tease the hot sensation of her skin inside the silk caress of her garter, soft circles for a moment or two with a smile, eyes looking inside her passion, while he let his other hand brush aside her long brunette hair to reveal a naked shoulder. He danced his fingertips along the side of her neck, letting her roll her head a little bit to suggest he can continue.
“You are beyond words, and far more delicious than even my greatest fantasy could imagine,” he said, and slid his fingertips inside with little notice, danced the tips of two fingers around for a minute than slid them back out, letting her lip drop from her mouth at the shock of such a lovely start. He then caressed her inner thigh some more and spread his legs out a bit to allow his erection to signal her attention. 
She responded with her right hand, sliding it upon his thigh, and when her fingertips engaged the fabric of his slacks he rose to her touch …
“You know, I’m not going to kiss you yet, because that might give us away, but I think I’ll just play with you and demand that you cannot move for fear of our potential audience watching you writhe. We are in a public venue of course, and again he slid his fingertips inside of her, while his thumb collapsed on her clit – he watched her chest heave and jerk slightly to the touch, a sweet gasp emanating from her lips as her eyes closed just a bit to allow the moment…
He glanced behind the couch at the patrons throughout the bistro, and noticed their quiet ignorance, and with a smile began to rhythmically finger her sweet with pussy, feeling her hands tug on him each time he slid inside.
 ~
RB – Alec had laid down the rules of their encounter.  She was not to move, nor show outward signs that his pleasuring her was taking her to heaven.  She could not help the breathless gasp that escaped her parted lips when his fingers found purchase.  The delicate nature of his touch sending sensations through her.  It was enough to make her eyes roll back, but she had to remain composed.  Only when he looked into her eyes did he see the oncoming flames of her arousal.  Surely though the wetness that greeted his fingers was a stark indication.  Drawing back in a breath sharply, her breasts swell from beneath her jacket.  Now he would see the glorious curves as they move upward and are seen much easier than before. The dark nips tighten and grow taut beneath the silk of her bustier.  The sensitivity is off the charts, and it wouldn’t take much for her to cry out from the pleasures.  Instead her lips part, and you can see her tongue running along her top row of teeth – pushing her body back slightly into the couch for support.  
His whispers of how he had no plans to kiss her, stung her lips to fullness just at the very idea.  So instead, she uses the only part of her body that can move unseen.  Her fingers crawl up to his belt and slowly untie it.  Eyes lowering to see her progress and soon the zip is lowered and her hand slips beneath the fabric, in search of his engorged cock.  The first touch is the sweetest.  His skin so smooth, yet riddled with the tell tale veins that are furiously pumping blood into his member.  If she cannot touch his lips, she shall guide her fingers to curl around the shaft and then slowly slide up and down – applying pressure to the base.  Alana was very skilled, and started to pump slowly.  Again so as not to give away to their audience the nature of her endeavours.  
Soon, their actions flowed into a sweet rhythm; each pleasuring the other in the full gaze of a packed coffee house.
Alana’s legs parted a little further, wanting him to drive his fingers in as far as he could.  She imagined that he was on top of her – ramming her senseless as she screamed and pulled at his hair.  Instead, they would be silent.  She didn’t know what was more erotic.
It took all her strength to hold still, while her hand did what she wished her mouth could.
 ~
TA – Her fingertips were so smooth, a slow stroke that told him she would make him cum right there in his slacks – he sensed it and quickly pulled his hand out of her crotch, reached back and removed his suit jacket, and holding it by the collar draped it over his hard cock so her hands could freely stroke him in discretion…
He returned his fingertips inside, and let his left hand slide underneath her silk bustier, sliding over a nipple, two reaching fingertips clasping around and twirling. as she slowly rocked her shoulders, her eyes staring out into the street, wanting to roll back but staying firmly directed toward the traffic, just holding on, readying her release… her smile appeared as purposeful as the first moment he met her, but this time, it was at work, building a momentum with his every touch.
She felt his fingertips slide back inside, but this time they stayed inside, while he let his pinky dance around her ass, just enough to create a little bit more of a reaction. Her breathing directed him now, fingertips inside, not sliding just gyrating inside of her pussy, while his thumb drew circles directly on her clit. 
He looked at her now, and she at him, the two of them now just staring in each other’s pleading eyes as they both mercilessly caressed the other with the same degree of intensity, just enough to stay under the radar, but certainly working toward a simultaneous climax. He worked her wetness now, the juice of her center enveloping his hand, her thighs collapsing with strength upon his fingers as she readied herself to cum. With each movement inside her fingers gripped him and rocked his cock. There was no sliding on his cock today, just a firm grip of his shaft working the boiling cum inside.
Her nipples taught, her breath fast, she began to moan softly as he waited for her body to respond to his touch. 
Their eyes, played each other’s intensity with a fervor of unbridled abandon.
~
RB – If only she could scream, if only she could do to him what was now going through her mind.  This however was beyond words.  He ordered her to stay still, and yet his hand soon found its way deep under her bustier and clasped onto her waiting nipple.  The ache that came from his touch made her chew her bottom lip.  Her nip hardened even more at his touch – her bosom growing firm beneath.  Soft, yet firm and hot to touch.  For now it was just by touch.  Nothing could be seen.  It was the ultimate trip.  
Alec was clever to use his jacket in order to shield Alana’s hand from view and she used the opportunity well.  Showing her eagerness in the way her fingers gripped and pumped his cock hard as she could.  Every so often she glanced up at the crowd in the coffee house, and she could see that they were all too engrossed in their own cell phones and coffee to worry about a couple down in the back corner booth.  Perfect.  She turned her head towards his and their eyes burned for the other as they simultaneously used their hands to do what they could not.  Alana felt the thickening of his cock in her hand, and she chose this moment to reach down and cup his balls – teasing them as she licked her lip.  A growing hunger welling between her legs, as his fingers were now gyrating within her insides.  The feeling was building – like a volcano about to erupt.  
She knew the moment she heard his footsteps and smelt his cologne that she wanted him.  Alana timed everything beautifully, and he played his ace card on acceptance.  
A few sharp short breaths, and she clenched down tight as she could – her body now racked with a spasm as the shock wave from her orgasm hit her like a tsunami.  Drowning in the bliss of feeling and wonder.  The silent scream.  Her mouth opened and yet there was no sound.  He would know though.  Her fingers clenching his cock so tight – working …flexing as she came all over his fingers.  The dew of her opening flower, saturating his digits.
Her mind clouded for a few moments, as the dizzying high left her mute.  There was a beauty to her face as she glowed.  Her cheeks reddening.  Slowly, she started to descend – though her eyelids were heavy.  Almost bedroom eyes.
Now it was her turn.  To finish what she started.  Her eyes locking onto his, as her hand furiously pumped his cock.  Alana was panting, she couldn’t help it.  She licked her lips, as a bead of sweat ran down her cheek.  What she wouldn’t give to taste his seed.  Maybe she didn’t have to wait long at all.
 ~
TA – He held on as she prepared imagining the scenario. His fingertips inside of her felt wonderful with her climax all over them, having ridden her orgasm with his hand, being sure to stay inside to assure her of completion without any abandon. 
Now his smile turned to pursed lips as he kept his eyes on her while she stroked him faster, he was building and he knew he would be walking out with his sport coat on his arm, en route to the dry cleaner. She looked at him with purpose now, and with a feverish rhythm began to feel him let go. He actually grunted ever so slightly and quick glanced around to see if it had been too audible, but they were safe, and he now came inside of his jacket his cock exploding with her hand enveloping him, her palm sliding around his head as his cum continued to emanate from his orgasm. He felt her hand hold on until he was done, his breathing was beginning to settle and he felt her hand slide inside of his slack to wipe off most of the cum, but then he felt her fingertip and thumb just squeeze the head and a bit of semen fell inside of her hand, and she gradually pulled her hand out from underneath his jacket and while he watched her, she licked her fingertips with a smile, as if to say, thank you, and I hope you are satisfied.
She then deftly pulled her skirt down, rearranged her jacket, tossed her beautiful hair for a minute, and while looking out the window, stood up leaving him lounging on the couch. He quickly reached into his breast pocket and snared a card, and as she turned to walk away, he tugged on her naked elbow; she glanced around and snapped the card out of his hand, brought it to her lips, kissed it teasingly and looked at him with that delightful, no, delicious smile, and whispered, thank you, reached down, picked her briefcase and walked out of the cafe. 
He sat back, let out a deep sigh, and watched the traffic slide by knowing that he had experienced something that no one else would at least in this cafe, on this particular day. Perhaps another opportunity might arise, indeed, he smiled.
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