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I would bring you into my room, the small and ugly room I live in
here, bring you inside and lock the door. I would take your clothes from
your body; not slowly, not even romantically, but with the urgency of need.
With the curtains closed, I would blindfold you and tie your hands and feet
to the bed struts. This bed is so narrow there is no room for two to move,
and it is scarcely long enough for your height, but I place cushions under
your heels to make you comfortable and put a second pillow under your thighs.
I do not even remove my own clothes, yet. I am afraid that without
my clothes I would lose all control and make love to you immediately. But
time has been too long for that, time far too long without you. I want to
savour your body as long as possible, before you experience mine.
Instead, I straddle your chest with my half-clothed legs, my body
facing away from you as I admire your penis. Your skin is so soft, and the
flesh so firm underneath, I could touch you this way for hours. Sometimes I
forget what that can do, what it is like to have someone caress you there
slowly, so slowly.
I run my forefinger around the top of your penis. I like this part
of you, the colour and feel of the skin, the pattern of your veins. I stroke
with one finger the underside of your cock, following the ridge of loose skin
at the top, down, tracing your veins, to your balls. They are tight already.
I cup your balls in one hand and stroke them with my thumb, then let go and
run my palm across them, following lightly with my fingers. I stroke your
inner thighs with my other hand. A tiny drop of moisture emerges at the tip
of your penis. I touch it with my forefinger and spread your fluid over your
glans. Then I bend to kiss you where I have spread it. You can feel what I
am doing before I have done it, and push up with your thighs. You are aching
in the same way that I am aching. I can feel the heat in your flesh, and the
tension in mine. My cunt is tightening. I want you inside me.
I take my hands from your groin and place them on my thighs. From
here I can bend down a little and blow a stream of air onto your skin, the way
I know it arouses you. Your penis jumps. I bend further, far enough that my
breasts hang either side of your penis, and draw my fingers lightly over your
legs, from your calves up to your inner thighs, almost to your balls, then stop
short and begin again, stretching myself to full length over your lower body
so your organs touch my chest, then drawing away with my body as my hands again
come close to touching your penis.
I can feel how hard your cock is. It seems harder each time my breasts
brush past it. You must be impatient with me, you must want to be inside me
already, but you have not made a noise. I am glad the ropes are tight. I want
to savour all of you before I take you - your smell, your taste, the feel of
your skin, the look of you.
I bring my hands to your balls and draw my fingertips slowly over them.
You squirm beneath me - it tickles you. I move my hands further up and cup
them around your penis, squeezing gently at its base. Still holding the skin
I move my hands upward, very slowly, and them down again. And again; but this
time even slower. And again. Another drop of fluid appears on your glans. I
lick it off carefully. It tastes of salt.
Moving my lips down to kiss you, I have slipped back, and now my cunt
is close to your face. You lift your head and nuzzle me. I am still clothed,
but through the cotton of my underclothes you can taste my fluid seeping, and
you stretch out your tongue to take in more. I tremble, but it is not time for
this.
So I tease. While your tongue and lips still press against me, I undo
the fastenings of my skirt. I hear you breathe more quickly, anticipating me
naked, my skin against your mouth, my juices on your skin. I straighten and
stand up, out of your reach, and draw the skirt over my head. I take off my
underpants, dropping them so they land on your chest. My blouse and brassiere
I throw on the floor. Then I kneel between your legs. Here you cannot reach
me, but I can touch you. You say something - you are disappointed, and tense
against the ropes, but I do not answer you.
Your legs are tied apart and now I nestle my face between them, taking
in your smell and the warmth of your skin. I reach out my tongue and touch it
to your inner thigh, tasting the saltiness of you. I hold there a minute then
move higher, taking in new salt, new skin. Very slowly moving up your leg in
this way, I reach the crack between your your balls and your groin, and here
I pause. Carefully, slowly I repeat the same process on your opposite thigh.
This time I go on to lick your balls, running my tongue over them from top to
bottom, until you push so hard on the ropes I am afraid you will hurt yourself.
And at this, I lift up and lay my body on yours, so that your erection
pushes into my soft belly. I kiss you on the mouth. Your tongue pushes into
my mouth, hard, running over my teeth and tongue and gums, drawing saliva from
me, for a minute or more. You will not let my tongue into your mouth, you push
me away every time I try to enter. And your cock pushes against my belly, so
hard, you grind into me, as far as the ropes will let you move.
It is the first time we have kissed.
After a minute has passed, you pull your head away as if to signal an
end. I don't want this. I want to cradle your head in my arms, gently lick
and nibble at your ears, leave great love bites on your neck and shoulders, and
hard teeth marks on your chest. But I let you have your way.
I lift myself from your torso and kneel again between your legs, taking
my underclothing from where it has lain on your chest, and wrap it around your
cock. The moisture touches your soft skin. I rub the fabric over your cock.
Each time a drop of fluid appears at the tip, I wipe it away. I rub faster and
faster, bringing you closer to orgasm. You are trying to hold back. I stop. I
kiss you gently on your glans, and lick around the rim of your cock. You push
up, wanting to be in my mouth. Briefly I allow it, letting your cock slide into
my mouth, letting you feel the warmth of my mouth and its wetness. Then I pull
away and again wrap the cloth around your penis. Slowly I rub the garment over
your organ, then faster, faster, faster. Your face contorts, you are holding
back, waiting for me to stop.
But this time I don't stop. And when your cum shoots out, falling onto
our belly, and covering my hands, I take it and spread it over your body and
mine. I touch it to my lips, and then I kiss you. You pull away. I think you
are angry. You wanted to be inside me, this first time.
I lie on your chest and feel the wetness of my cunt, and how swollen it
is with passion. Your penis is soft now. With one hand I take and wet it with
my fluids, and with the other I gently stroke it. Then I kneel beside the bed
and take your length in my mouth, feeling all the folds of skin with my tongue,
one by one. I suck on it, gently then hard by turns, I push it around my mouth
with my tongue. Gently I take it between my teeth and scrape the soft skin. I
feel the blood rise and the tissue swell. You begin to fill my mouth. Soon I
cannot hold you all, and I begin to lick and bite along the sides of your penis
instead, then taking you inside my mouth briefly, moving my lips up and down
over you. All the while my hands are playing over your balls, or rubbing over
the base of your penis, or stroking your thighs.
I take your length into my mouth, and now I move up and down over your
penis, flicking with my tongue as I move, gently sucking at your flesh, still
moving my hands over you, lightly stroking your balls, or holding the base of
your penis between finger and thumb, pulling at you as my mouth moves. I feel
how your cock jumps - and then I slow down, release you, only lightly touching
with one finger, or two, hold you in suspense before beginning again, before
once again taking you in my mouth, sucking, licking, stroking, teasing. This
goes on for a long time. My cunt is so hot, so wet. At times I touch myself
with one hand while I am licking you, and then take my fingers and lick them,
tasting my juices.
Now I untie the blindfold. I kneel above your erect penis, just high
enough that our organs do not touch, and begin to masturbate. Slowly, slowly.
At first, touching only the outer lips of my cunt, my index finger running over
and around them, spreading the moisture spilling from me. My lips are swollen
with blood, full and aching to be touched. Even without touching inside them,
I am shaking at the pleasure. You are watching me. I lean back so you can see
more easily. I drag my nails over the inside of my thighs, leaving red marks
like arrows pointing to my cunt. Now I open my lips with both hands, showing
you my vulva, wet and swollen and red. I touch one finger to it and taste the
liquid - it is sweet and salty at once. There is so much of it now that drops
of it fall on your penis. But I do not touch you. I am pleasuring myself. I
put one, two, three fingers into my cunt and move them in and out, reaching up
to touch the most sensitive parts. I see your penis jump, as you see my face
contorting and my body trembling with the pleasure. You want to touch me too,
you want to be inside me.
I fuck myself with my fingers until I am almost ready to come, then
withdraw, and begin caressing my clitoris. Drawing liquid up from my cunt over
this soft, sensitive skin, and moving my index finger in circles around my clit,
I tease the skin and nerves, creating pleasure for myself, but not too soon, not
too fast. I feel it like a welcome guest, seen from a distance, moving closer
and closer until fully recognised, all sensation moving toward the centre and
becoming more intense... more... more... until it breaks over me.
When my orgasm is over, when the wave has receded, I lift your penis
and gently touch the tip to my cunt. My moisture runs over you. I take the
head, and move it over my lips, my clit, my cunt opening. It feels good -
your skin is soft and smooth, it stimulates me. I lean over you and keep on
moving your cock against my cunt, faster, until I can feel the sensation, the
distant sensation, of another orgasm. I push the head of your penis into my
cunt. You are breathing fast now, and with this movement you quickly draw in
your breath, and roll your hips. You try to enter me more deeply, but I hold
back. Only the tip of your penis is inside me, but I hold it with my muscles,
and squeeze on it. Slowly, very slowly, I lower myself onto you, feeling the
hardness of your erection pressing inside me. Several times I stop, holding
you there only half-penetrating me, and press on you with my muscles. Then I
let you enter me completely.
You draw in breath, deeply. I push down as hard as I can, feeling the
length of you within me, feeling the warmth of your skin. Tightening all my
muscles, I draw up away from you, until you are no longer inside me. Then I
lower myself again, as slowly - and again, and again. I lean forward till I
am lying over your chest, and push with my hips. You kiss me deeply and with
passion, your eyes are closed but I can feel how near you are. I slow down.
Then hold still, sitting upright, testing you only with my muscles, squeezing
you with my cunt, as slowly as I can stand. Your eyes are on me, they want
me to move, to make you come. I wait, minutes seeming like hours. Then I move
again, slowly. And again stop. My cunt is so wet. I touch myself with one
finger, and now the muscles contract of themselves. I look at you and smile.
You are ready to come again and so am I. I push faster, the tip of your cock
hits against me, deep inside. I am laughing, crying at once. You lift your
head and bury your teeth in my neck, holding me still. You are coming, hard.
When you let go, I lift from you and lie beside you, holding you with one arm,
my other hand touching myself. You kiss me, again and again. This orgasm is
slow, long, sweet...
We collapse together, my hands covering us both
Nara left the funeral home, stepping carefully over the mud puddles left by the earlier rain to get back into her vehicle. She waved at her close friend, who stood outside the building, watching her drive away. Nara felt awful for what her friend would have to endure in the coming months. Having your husband die at such a young age was enough, but of such a tragic death added to her pain. Rebecca’s husband was only thirty-three when he last went fishing with her brother. Sure, the sky was overcast, and the air hung wetly around them as they were packing their gear into the truck, but that never stopped the boys from going fishing before. Why should it now? Little did they know that lightning would strike their boat just hours later, leaving her brother free of any harm, but killing her husband on the spot.
When Nara heard the horrible news, she knew she had to make the funeral. Rebecca had been her close friend for years, and she couldn’t miss being there to support her in her time of need. Even though Lake Charles was a good two to three hour drive from her home in Gonzales, Louisiana, she vowed to make the trip and be there to help her friend get through.
The ceremony had been beautiful, and plenty of tears were shed. Rebecca was touched that Nara had thought enough to drive the long way to be there for her. Now it was time to head back home. Funny how that made her even sadder than the funeral had. Her husband had been different lately. He had begun to have serious anxiety attacks at work, caused by the stress of his job. His doctor recommended the drug, Ativan, which helps to relieve anxiety. Nara wondered why the doctor didn’t mention what they should do to help relieve his wife when the Ativan caused him to have absolutely no desire for sex.
For the past six months, they had not touched each other. She tried to be understanding and patient, knowing that he needed to take the pills to function at his job as an air traffic controller, but it was getting ridiculous. When she would ask him what he planned to do – stay on these medicines forever? He responded that he felt ten times better at work and hadn’t had one anxiety attack since he began the dosage. She didn’t know if she could take it any longer.
Getting back onto the interstate going I-10 Westbound, Nara sighed, remembering how intense their love making used to be. Derrick was always incredible in bed, choosing to please her before himself at all times, and willing to try anything at least once. Now, Nara had to resort to pleasuring herself. Thinking that maybe if Derrick caught her getting herself off, he would get aroused enough to finish the job, Nara came home early one day and laid herself out on the bed. She had stripped down to only her black and gold silk bra, and spread her legs towards the door. Nara allowed her hands to rub over her breasts and cup her mound tightly. She heard Derrick’s key slip into the front door, licked her lips, and plastered the sexiest pout on her face. To her dismay, when Derrick came home, he walked right past her without a glance, stomped into the bathroom and took the longest shit she had ever heard him take since they’d been together. Sort of ruined the mood.
The music on her radio was a Toni Braxton love ballad, and she grew frustrated with the soulful crooning and turned it to an old 80’s station. Upbeat music was what she needed right now, nothing to remind her of what she wasn’t getting at home!
She drove fast, as always, bobbing and weaving through traffic to get to her destination the fastest way possible. Slipping off her six inch black patent leather heels, she also awkwardly maneuvered her way out of the restrictive black pantyhose she wore under her thigh high free flowing skirt as she drove. The pantyhose were the type with a built in panty and tight restrictive tummy tamer, so she had not worn panties underneath. Ahhh… freedom!
Reaching behind herself with one hand, the other still on the road, she unsnapped her bra after a few unsuccessful tries. She pulled it out from her sleeve like a pro. Thank God! The black and silver blouse she wore had a busy design, so that her breasts weren’t too overly exposed without her bra. She figured that if she was going to be driving for over two hours, she might as well be comfortable while she did it.
Suddenly a billboard caught her eye. It was bright yellow with bold red writing.
Come to Louisiana’s largest Adult Megastore! Exit 163 (2 miles)
Nara’s curiosity was sparked, and she wondered if she should exit. She hadn’t ever bought any vibrators or dildo’s before, because she hadn’t had to. Now it sounded like her salvation! Something to help her release her sexual energy. She smiled. Yes, she’d go, even if it was just to look around. Anyway, no one in this area knew her, so she wouldn’t bump into anyone and get embarrassed.
Exit 163 came quickly, and she turned. A little nervous giggle escaped her as she turned down a dusty side road, following the signs. When she pulled up to the large building set in the middle of no where, she noticed that there were only two other cars parked outside. Assuming one of them belonged to the employee working inside, she figured that was safe enough. Nara looked from side to side as she exited her vehicle, not bothering to put her pantyhose or bra back on. Who would see her out on these back roads anyway?
She entered the store and the woman behind the counter yelled out, “Welcome, honey. Feel free to look around!” Tara blushed and nodded. She noticed one man wandering the aisles looking at the adult videos.
Perusing the store, Nara found sexy lingerie that she would never be caught dead wearing, fur lined handcuffs, nasty movies, and then she hit the jackpot. Towards the back of the store were all of the many sex toys that she had seen on the internet but never saw in person. She was amazed at the size and length of some of the items. She had no idea they made items for men. Fake pussies and latex molds of faces with mouths wide open and asses propped up in the air waiting for penetration. Just standing there was making her nether regions moist. She looked around self consciously. The cashier was busy reading a magazine behind the counter and the other patron was still looking at videos. No one was paying her any attention. Good. She quickly grabbed a smaller vibrator. One called the Lady’s Choice 5 Inch Pink. It was small and simple and would definitely do the trick for a first timer like herself. She walked quickly up to the counter and slid the item close to the cashier. The lady smiled at her and said loudly, “Good choice, this one! Nice and quiet, small and sleek!” Nara felt like she would die. Just put it in a bag and shut up! She thought quietly.
“Now, we gotta make sure it works because there ain’t no refunds. I got some batteries right here.” The cashier opened the box and slipped four double A batteries into the vibrator. Nara looked back and saw the guy in the video section grinning up at her. Unbelievable!
The vibrator started making a low humming noise, and the cashier nodded. She put it back in the box and slipped it into a black bag. “D’ya need some batteries for it, honey?”
“Yes, please.” Nara whispered.
“Okay, one pack of 8. Your total is $25.00.”
Once Nara had bought the toy and rushed out to her car, she peeled out of the parking lot. She couldn’t believe how embarrassing that was! Why did the lady have to hold it up and put the batteries in? Nara drove wildly, getting back on the interstate. Her eyes darted down to the black bag sitting on her passengers seat temptingly and wondered how the vibrator would feel inside of her. When the urge became too strong, she exited at the next gas station she found. Pulling into a parking space on the side of the gas station, away from the eyes of the other customers, Nara retrieved the toy from it’s box. Her heart pounded in her chest as she put the batteries inside of it. When she turned the knob, it was somewhat hard to turn, but it finally clicked on and emitted the low hum she had heard in the store. With it vibrating in her hand, she looked side to side out of her car windows to see if anyone was watching her.
Relieved to find that she was still all alone, she reached under her skirt and pushed the vibrator into her snatch. The sensation was wickedly soothing, and she felt the walls of her vagina clench and tighten against the foreign object invading their sacred space. The dildo was small enough to fit all the way inside of her, and she squirmed in the seat. She got a wild idea and shook her head. No, there was no way she could do it! Could she drive with the toy inside of her? The other motorists would have no clue that she had a naughty secret. Months of pent up sexual frustration were taking their toll. She needed to so something outrageous!
Pulling out from the station slowly, she had to lean back in her seat because sitting up straight caused her pain. She felt like she could hear the hum of the vibrator all the way up inside her ears. Her pussy was becoming so wet and juicy from the way the toy felt and also just knowing that the truckers riding beside her and waving at her had no idea what she was up to.
Not realizing that she was going uncharacteristically slow, she was shocked when she saw the flashing lights behind her. She gasped, instinctively pulling over to the shoulder. Panicked, she wondered how she would pull the vibrator from her without the cop thinking she was reaching for a gun. Before she could think of what to do, he was at her window. Her face flushed.
“Hello Miss. Can you turn your radio off, please?” He was a huge man, so much taller than her husband Derrick. His uniform shirt fit him snugly over his bulging muscles.
Could she turn the radio off? Oh, crap, she didn’t even remember that the radio was even on! She nodded and pushed the button. Looking back at him, she traced the veins in his arms underneath his chocolate brown skin up to the short sleeves of his crisp blue shirt. He was gorgeous.
“Ma’am, do you realize that you were going 40 miles an hour in a 70 mile an hour zone? Just as going too fast can cause accidents, so can going too slow.” He looked over his dark sunglasses at her and noticed that she was sweating profusely, even though he could feel the cool air conditioning blowing from her vents. “Ma’am?”
“Yes, officer?” Nara squirmed uncomfortably.
“What is that sound?”
In the quiet that remained once the radio was shut off, the hum of the vibrator could be heard just enough to bring up that very question. She gasped, her mouth hanging open, and she shook her head. “Uhm… I don’t… I don’t…”
The officer reached back behind him and touched a hand to his gun. “Please step out of the car, young lady.”
Oh my god. She thought. No. I can’t get out of the car like this!
“Officer, I can’t really…” She stuttered.
“Ma’am, I said to get out of the car, and put your hands on the top of the hood. Go ahead and go around to the side away from the road. Wouldn’t want to you to get hit.” He reached in and unlocked the door, opening it for her. She quickly slipped her heels back on and climbed awkwardly out of the car. She clenched her muscles around the toy to ensure that it didn’t fall, and waddled slowly to the other side of her vehicle.
The officer followed behind her, watching as she made her way. He noticed her round bottom causing her skirt to ride up a little in the back. He noticed the way her high heels caused her calf muscles to tighten as she walked, and he noticed the black lace bra that was lying beside a black bag in her passenger seat.
“Hands on the hood, feet apart, Miss.” The officer said, leaning back curiously. He reached in the car and used his pen to open the bag. He saw a large empty box that seemed to have contained some sort of sex toy. He thought about the sound he had heard a few moments before and couldn’t help smiling to himself.
Coming back to meet the woman at the front passengers side of the vehicle, he stood behind her.
“Anything dangerous that you may have on your person that you may need to tell me about now?” The officer grinned since she couldn’t see him as she faced the other way.
“No, officer…” She sounded pained.
“Okay. I trust you.” The officer put his clipboard down beside her hands on the hood and began to frisk her. He began at the top of her body, sliding his hands down her arms to make sure there was nothing hidden in her sleeves. He ran his hands down the sides of her body, noticing that there was no bra strap to impede his progress. He slid his large skillful hands down the sides of her hips. Reaching up under her skirt, he ran his hands down her thighs, slowly, noticing the wetness that coated his hands as he did so.
Nara shuddered, the excitement building from the touch of a man’s hands on her body once again to the vibrating movement deep within her. She knew that she shouldn’t be aroused by the officer’s procedure, but she couldn’t help it. She bowed her head and closed her eyes, concentrating on squeezing her muscles and not releasing the vibrator onto the hot pavement.
“I still hear a noise, Ma’am. Do you have any idea what that could be?” The officer questioned.
“No, sir,” She answered.
“You can turn around. Keep your legs apart and put your arms out to the side. I need to find the source of this noise, if you’re not going to cooperate.” The officer pasted a stern look on his face, using the sunglasses to mask his pleasure.
Nara turned to face him, her back to the busy interstate, her SUV blocking the truckers view as they passed by. She kept her legs apart and lifted her arms straight out to the side. The officer noticed the way her breasts bounced as she lifted her arms. Her nipples were obviously hardened. He walked up closer to her. Soon he was close enough to smell the spearmint gum on her breath. She looked up, away from his eyes.
“You sure you don’t know what that noise is, Miss?”
“No, officer. I’m sorry.” She felt a tear travel down her face, afraid that he would arrest her when he discovered that she had been driving with the toy inside of her.
“Well, let’s do some investigation, then.” He leaned in closer, listening to her heartbeat through her blouse, he bent further down, letting his head travel down her stomach. She shuddered again with anticipation, almost wanting him to find it. He bent further and she found his head right next to her crotch. “I think I found the source.”
A slight moan came from her lips. He rose, standing directly in front of her, until they were nose to nose. She felt his hand reach up underneath her skirt. His hand found her naked pussy and he gently patted her mound. Nara jumped, releasing her muscles and the vibrator. The shiny pink toy fell from her body, slamming onto the pavement with a loud crash. She crumpled to the road, covering her face with her hands.
The officer bent, picked up the toy and held it to his nose. He sniffed along the length of it and tossed it back into the car through the open passenger window. He knelt to pick her up underneath her arms. She stood, not being able to meet his eyes. Using the vehicle as his shield, he kissed her. Tara couldn’t believe it was happening. It was a quick kiss, almost too fast for her to remember it. He pulled away and picked his clip board up from the hood.
“Speed up a little on these interstates, okay? I wouldn’t want you or anyone else out here to get hurt.” The officer walked steadily to his patrol car and drove away.
Nara wiped the tears from her eyes and the gravel from her hands. She watched the patrol car drive away, until it was only a speck on the horizon. Snapping herself out of the trance, she ran over to the drivers side of the SUV and climbed in, closing her windows and locking the doors. Leaving the radio off, she drove the rest of the way home, thinking about what had just happened.
When she arrived home, Nara brought the black bag inside with her, tossing the dirty vibrator in without bothering to place it back into it’s box. Derrick looked up at her from his seat on the couch watching television.
“How was the funeral? Is Becca okay?” He asked.
“Um hmm…” She tried to make a beeline for the bedroom.
“Hey, babe?” He called.
She turned around. “Yes?”
“I’m actually feeling sort of… romantic tonight. Whatta ya say?” He grinned.
“No, I’m pretty tired.” Derrick sat with his mouth open in disbelief, and Nara headed to the bedroom. She washed the vibrator off in her bathroom sink and laid in her bed with it, visions of a certain traffic officer running through her mind.
Sometimes they call me. It’s not all the time. It’s not even on a regular basis, but sometimes they decide to call me. And when they do call me, I come running.
Some people would think that I am pathetic. They would say that it is sad, the way I am. But they don’t know how it feels to be me. They don’t know why it is that I am this way. I’ve been told before that I could have any one I wanted if I would just act differently. Friends and family have told me that if I would just realize what I have, I would be dangerous. One of my best girlfriends went as far as to tell me, “Girl, if I could just possess your body for one week, you would come back to a whole new world. Men would be drowning you in diamonds, buying you penthouse apartments to live in, clothing you in silk and furs!”
Instead, I am who I am. I let men mistreat me. I let them cheat on me, yell at me, grab me by my throat and throw me up against the wall. I give men the upper hand. I let them think that they are better than me, and that I am nothing but a play toy for them. Abuse? What exactly is abuse? If you like it, can it still be considered abuse?
So, sometimes they call me. Their names are Greg and Paula, and they’re married.
I met Greg and Paula on the internet. I know, totally cliché’, right? But sometimes things really do happen that way. I was browsing the web, like I normally do on lazy Sunday afternoons, and happened to find a website on a local swingers club in New Orleans. It was an out of the way place, no distinguishing markers or signs outside, on a back alley in the French Quarter. I was so intrigued by this place that I signed up for the members only forum discussion. Did I think that I would ever get the nerve to actually go to this club? No! I mean, what kind of people go to clubs where everyone is having sex with everyone else, and there are voyeur rooms and porn theatres and dungeons? Certainly not people like me! I mean, yes, I have had my share of sex. I have had boyfriends, and I have had a couple of one night stands. I’ve even been married once before to an “abusive” husband. Thank God there were no children from that marriage, but I am still nursing emotional wounds.
Still, when I would think about actually going to this club, it seemed like an unattainable fantasy. There was no way. I wasn’t the type of girl who would fit in there. I am not some super hot bikini model with a size 0 waist. I mean, granted, I am nothing to sneeze at. I’ve gotten plenty of offers from plenty of men who wanted to date me, but come on! A hot swingers club like this probably sees it’s share of strippers and that type.
I think I went on the site out of pure curiosity. I read the forums and saw what people had to say. That’s when I read Paula’s letter.
Dear Group,
I am a 26 year old female who is married to a 38 year old man. We are both attractive
people. We are looking to explore the lifestyle, and would like some information.
When we come to the club, are there certain expectations? Will it be okay if we choose
to just watch and not participate the first few times? Is anyone going to look at me
funny? I am slightly overweight, and wouldn’t want to feel uncomfortable in a setting
surrounded by Barbie’s. Let me know what you think, see picture below.
Hope to hear from you soon,
Curious in the Big Easy
The picture below the post was incredible. This woman was gorgeous. She had light cappuccino skin, long curly brown hair, almond shaped eyes, and a voluptuous figure. The gentleman standing behind her was tall and dark skinned, with a clean shaven bald head and a salt and pepper colored goatee moustache. I stared at the photo for a long time, drinking in their sexual energy.
I had never been with a black person before. I am about as white as you can get. I have long dark hair and a peachy complexion. Everyone I have ever dated has been white, and although I have had fantasies in the past, I had never had the opportunity to even date a black person. The feelings I was getting from looking at this couple’s picture were new, and unbelievably strong. I felt compelled to write.
Dear Curious in the Big Easy,
Hi, my name is Heather. I read your post and had to write back. I have never been to
the club before, and am just as curious as you are. We are about the same size, and
I found myself wondering the same thing about the crowd that would be found there.
Maybe if you go, you can let me know what it was like, and I would think about going
one night. I am too nervous to go on my own, and I don’t have a significant other to
bring me. Let me know how it goes. By the way, the two of you are SO INCREDIBLY
GORGEOUS, that I am sure no one will have a problem with you being there!
Love,
Me
To make a long story short, Paula and I began emailing each other everyday. The two of them did go to the club, and she came back and told me all about it. I was so fascinated that this couple would venture out to do something like that. She said they had never done it before, and were just curious. All they did was watch, but what she described to me made me so moist that I just had to experience it for myself.
Paula continuously begged me to come to the club with them one day. She assured me that her husband would act as bodyguard for the both of us. Maybe we could meet for the first time at Café Du Monde, go to a club to get a couple of drinks before hand, and then head to Francesca’s (the swingers club). The law says that if you have onsite sex going on in an establishment, you can’t also serve alcohol, so we would have to get buzzed elsewhere.
My stomach was full of jitters the first evening that I met my couple. I sat at a table in the middle of the beignet Café, looking lonely and out of place, while tourists surrounded me – laughing, drinking, and eating their tasty treats. Paula called my cell phone a few times to tell me that they were on their way, lost somewhere in the French Quarter, but that they would find me soon enough.
It was eleven thirty before they finally walked up. I recognized them immediately. He looked amazingly like Kobe Bryant in person, and she was a creature unlike any I had ever seen. They were dressed sexily, he in a tight black sweater with a tie-up collar and black leather pants that showcased his ample package, and she in a long slinky black skirt with a mega-slit going up the side, revealing her smooth tan legs. She wore a red satin bra and a see through top, and her thick curly hair cascaded down her back freely. Their faces were serious and stern as they walked up the sidewalk to the cafe. I felt like I was in a movie – this couldn’t be real.
As they approached, my stomach flipped and I felt my heart begin to hammer inside my chest. I began to wonder if they would think I was attractive as well. Once they saw me, I waved and was relieved to see both of their faces light up with huge grins.
“Oh my gosh, it is so good to meet you!” Paula gushed, embracing me in a tight bear hug.
“Good to meet you,” Greg smiled warmly, hugging me as well. I didn’t know what to expect from him. All of my correspondence had been with Paula, but she told me of how sweet and intelligent he was, so I was at ease.
“I know!!! I was so nervous, sitting here!” I felt my face flush and silently cursed my pale skin.
“Oh, I am so sorry that we were late! This town is insane to drive in at night! But you look great!”
“Oh, thank you! You too!” I blushed.
“Yeah, you look hot, Heather.” Greg smiled.
We decided to grab a couple of quick drinks at the bar down the street from the club. I had two Heineken’s with lime, Paula had a Long Island Ice Tea, and Greg downed two huge mugs of Guinness. Then it was time to go. Again, my heart fluttered rapidly, and my palms began to sweat. What would I be getting myself into? I felt safe, because while we were in the bar, Greg talked to me and I could tell he was just an awesome guy.
We started walking down a quiet back street, and I wondered aloud, “Where is this place? I don’t see anything that even looks like a club down here. Are you sure we are in the right place?”
“Well, this is the coolest part about this place. You’re gonna love it!” Paula looked further down the street.
“Look at those guys leaning against the wall there.” Greg pointed out.
“Those guys are just smoking.” I noticed.
“That’s what you think. Watch this.” Paula led the way, and walked right up to the two inconspicuous men. They smiled at her and opened a door that had the street address printed on it. I gaped at Paula, and she laughed naughtily.
We walked into a dark hallway, and I could hear loud music with heavy bass lines playing within.
“Wow, from the outside you couldn’t even tell that this was a club. It looked like all the other houses and buildings in the French Quarter.” I leaned in to say in Greg’s ear.
We went up to a woman seated behind a small desk. She was a plump blonde, wearing heavy makeup. Her breasts were spilling over the top of her red lace corset, and when she smiled up at us, her blood red lips spread across her face.
“One couple and a single woman?” She asked with a thick accent that I couldn’t place.
“Yes.” Paula answered. “We have memberships already. And we are all locals.”
“Alright.” She looked their names up in a notebook she had on the desk and told them it would be $50 tonight. She made me sign some papers saying that I knew this was a sex on-site club, and told me that tonight, single women got in free.
We entered the club and a red light illuminated the whole bottom floor. I watched a very tall woman pass by me wearing a thong and knee high leather lace up boots – and that was it. She was gorgeous, with straight jet black hair, and I was reminded of Cher. I blushed and looked at Paula, who was laughing at my reaction. I turned my head back to Cher and admired her incredibly perky natural breasts, her nipples standing at attention. Suddenly I felt overdressed in my velvet skirt and black peasant blouse.
“Look over there.” Paula pointed at a huge couch, if you could call it that, in the corner. Imagine a full sized bed, covered in red velvet, and pressed against a wall, with couch pillows lining one side to look like a big comfortable couch. A black couple was on top of this couch, the man with his shirt off and only his black silk boxers on and the woman with only her white lacey bra and panties on. He had her on her back with her legs cocked wide open, and he was laying in front of her, with his mouth cupped over the crotch of her panties. His hands caressed her bottom, thrusting her hips up towards his face forcefully.
“Oh my god!” I gasped, stumbling over my own feet, while trying not to be obvious about staring. The loud music was intoxicating. “Wow, those couches look so comfortable.”
“Yeah!” Paula laughed, “I bet they are!”
“Let’s show Heather upstairs, hon.” Greg motioned to the elevators, and we walked that way. Before I knew it we were headed up to the second floor, and a Latino man wearing a speedo was riding up with us. I checked out his amazing biceps, and began to feel self conscious. He was drinking in the view of Paula standing at the back of the elevator, and she was holding his gaze expertly. Thankfully, the ride was short, and we arrived on the equally as dark second floor. The red light wasn’t on here, and my eyes had to adjust to the darkness before we started walking again.
“This is our favorite spot.” Paula led me to three stools seated in front of a ledge and a window. We each took one, and I noticed a large bowl of condoms on the ledge. On the other side of the window that we were now facing was a large room with about eight king-sized mattresses covering the entire floor. On top of these mattresses were about twenty absolutely naked people, men and women of all races, shapes, and sizes! Some were partnered up, some were having group orgies, some were fondling themselves while watching the others and hoping for the prime moment to join in.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing! I’d only seen this kind of thing in the movies and on television. You mean, this was real? This was a real place, where real people came to have indiscriminate sex with people they didn’t know? Reading the forums was one thing, but seeing it in the flesh was an entirely different thing!
“Oh my god, Paula… I can’t believe this!” I whispered into her ear. I looked over and noticed that she was smiling contentedly, with her head leaned towards me. On her other side, Greg was cupping her breast in one hand and suckling her neck. A spark of jealousy came over me, and I turned back to the window.
Suddenly I felt someone brush up against me, and I jumped. The large ebony man in front of me made me lose my breath. He was about 6’2”, and maybe 220 pounds of lean muscle. His dark black skin was shiny with perspiration, and he sported a bald head, just like Greg’s. He was standing there in all of his naked glory, just as confident as he could be. He had every right to be confident. If he stepped one step closer to me, his confidence would slap me right in the face. He smiled, and his white teeth gleamed in the darkness of the room. I could hear moans and heavy breathing all around me, but time seemed to stop as he looked down at me, still seated in the stool.
“Hey, Ms. Lady, how are you? Having fun?” His deep voice boomed, and I stammered, not able to get the words out. I tried desperately not to look at his massive cock, but it was proving very difficult.
“Excuse me…” He reached over me, his body brushing mine again, causing me to feel faint. Retrieving two Magnum sized condoms from the bowl in front of me, he stepped back again. He held them up, smiled and pointed back to the window suggestively. I shook my head and gulped. He shrugged and rubbed my shoulder, “You let me know if you decide to loosen up. My name is Carl.”
“Uh…” I said stupidly, watching him walk away, and gazing longingly at his tight round buttocks.
Paula nudged me. “Girl, I saw you flirting!”
“Flirting? I couldn’t even speak!” I wiped the sweat from my forehead and looked back into the window. Carl had entered the room again and held the condoms up over his head. He said something that I couldn’t hear and winked. Three women jumped up from their partners embraces and ran over to him across the mattresses. He picked two of them, wrapping his arms around them, and the third woman – a blonde – pouted. She returned to her spurned lover and resumed to suck his dick with fervor.
The two women Carl had chosen were a plump black woman with long micro-braids flowing down her back and a brown haired white woman with large obviously fake breasts. He gave the brunette one of the condoms and stood while she put it on him with her mouth. The black woman with the braids stood kissing him while the other woman set to her task. Once it was on, he laid flat on the mattress and guided the black woman onto his dick to ride him while the other white woman sat her skinny behind on his face.
I realized that my mouth hung wide open during this whole scene, and snapped it shut. I didn’t want Carl to have the satisfaction of seeing me stare at him.
As if reading my mind, Paula leaned in and whispered, “You know, the window is a mirror on the other side. The people in the room can’t see who is out here watching them. Cool, huh? I don’t think I could ever go in there, I’m not for that orgy mess. But it sure is sweet to watch!”
I saw that Greg had moved off the stool, standing behind Paula, reaching around to tweak her nipples while he looked into the window. I caught his gaze and he smiled at me. He reached one hand around her and pulled her long skirt up, revealing her long legs and part of her red satin panties. I watched with growing interest as he kept my eye contact while pulling her panties to the side and letting his fingers explore her moist cavern. Paula looked over at me and noticed that Greg and I were looking at each other. She smiled, arching her back while still seated on the stool. Her head leaned back to rest on his chest. I watched his fingers disappear and reappear over and over again inside of her, until they glistened with her sweet love juices. I also noticed that she was clean shaven down there, and her pussy lips were a darker brown than the rest of her skin. I had never seen another woman’s vagina before. Sure, in the porno’s that my ex-husband used to watch and his dirty magazines that he used to keep in the closet, but not up close and in person.
I breathed deeply, feeling myself getting wet as I sat there - their captive audience. On the other side of them, an older woman sat on the stool that Greg had vacated, and now she was looking over Paula’s shoulder to watch them as well.
“Damn, ya’ll a better show than those fools in the window!” She rasped, with a voice that was a tell-tale sign of a heavy smoker.
Paula’s head snapped up and looked at the woman. She stiffened, and pulled away from Greg, pulling her skirt down quickly. “Let’s go into the other room.”
Standing, Paula took my hand and walked towards another room on the second floor. This one had large plush couches – real couches, not like the ones down stairs – and a roaring fireplace. It was better lit than the rest of the club, with numerous candles in all corners of the room. Paula laid on one of the couches, and pulled me down on top of her. I was nervous, having never been with another woman before. I pulled away. She shrugged and spread her legs, letting her skirt ride up. I slid to the opposite end of the couch to make room for Greg next to her. He didn’t sit. Instead he knelt on the floor by the couch in front of her and slid her around to face him. She placed her legs over his shoulders and allowed him to lift her skirt up over his head. Now her skirt covered his head, and she leaned back into the couch, moaning and arching her back as he pleasured her. I slid closer to her. She looked at me and leaned in.
Nervously, I leaned forward to meet her lips. I kissed her like I would kiss a man, and realized that this felt even better. Her lips were soft and full, and occasionally, a soft moan would escape them – a result of whatever Greg was doing below. We kissed this way for a long time, until I couldn’t control myself any longer. I reached up and caressed her breasts with my hand, feeling the fullness of them and the hardness of her nipples jutting through the material of her bra.
Pretty soon, Greg and I had Paula writhing uncontrollably, moaning loudly, and tossing her head back and forth in ecstasy as he fingered her and ate her pussy and I licked and suckled her breasts that I had let loose from their constraints. We had a large audience now, and they were sitting in the other couches around us in the room. Funny thing was, this time, none of us cared. We were so caught up in the heat of our passion that nothing else mattered.
When we were sure that Paula had came, over and over again, we laid there on the couch, pressed tight to one another, Greg laying down, Paula on top of him, and me behind Paula, holding her tight. The crowd dispersed and left us to relax. I found myself falling asleep, unbelieveably.
I felt someone shaking me awake, and opened my eyes.
“Girl, the owner just woke us up! We have to go, it’s four AM and they are closing!” Paula laughed, pulling me up. Greg was rubbing the sleep from his eyes and standing behind the couch. I stood, and laughed nervously.
“I can’t believe I fell asleep!” I shook my head.
“I know, crazy huh?” Paula smiled, grabbing both Greg and I by the hand and leading us back onto the street.
For the last year, Greg and Paula call me every couple of months. They tell me to meet them at a certain hotel when they rented a room at for the night, we go trolling Bourbon Street holding hands and getting looks from people, and then, if I’m lucky, we spend the night together. Greg and I never have intercourse. That is reserved for them. I watch them have sex all the time, but we have all done everything else to each other besides that. I never thought I would end up in love with two people so deeply. I would never dare try to get between the two of them. They are madly in love with each other, and I would not want to break that apart. Actually, I wonder if I would even like either of them alone. I enjoy the feeling of being with a couple, and sharing the attention. But occasionally I find myself thinking about Paula and her expert mouth, her clever hands and fingers, in the middle of the night, and I end up reaching for my little pink Beaver vibrator. That makes me wonder.
Sometimes they call me, and sometimes they don’t. But when they do call me, I come running.
“You are convicted in first-degree murder,” The judge said sharply. “Considering that a crime like this has never been committed before, you are going to be given the cruelest punishment ever…”
It was indeed the first time someone was murdered in here. I do not deny my guilt but I don’t admit it either. I have no regrets of what I’ve done. I know it was the right thing to do and nothing can change my mind. However, I can still see her blood on my hands… so pure and so innocent.
I was on my way home with a box of herbs in my hands. I was used to it – going into the wild and looking for different herbs. I was known all over the skies for my herb-knowledge. “Herbs… I don’t think anyone is going to need this science,” I used to laugh at myself… Unfortunately, I was wrong. My beloved got ill and it seemed impossible to cure her. I was the only one who held tight to hope and started giving her my herb-extracts. They did delay her death but the pain I wasn’t able to take away.
“God, if this pain is meant to live then let it live in me,” I used to say.
I walked into her room to give her the ‘extract’. I helped her to sit up and poured the viscous liquid into her mouth. She looked up at me and said, with tears in her eyes, “Please… stop the… pain… Help…me.”
It was the first time she cried because of her pain. Obviously, it was getting worse. I couldn’t see her suffer anymore. I walked down into the kitchen with her last two words echoing in my head. I took a knife and walked back into her room. As I sat on the bed, she looked at the knife then into my eyes and smiled. She took my hand, put the knife to her neck and nodded. Seconds later, blood was all over the bed, my clothes and my hands…
As the peacemakers took me away to the isolation rooms, I realized what happened. I couldn’t stop my tears no matter how hard I tried and couldn’t kill the feeling of relief that she’s dead either.
The cruelest punishment… I knew nothing about it. The feeling of panic and despair followed me as I sat in the isolation room in ignorance, waiting for the worst.
I was taken to a dark room where my wings were cut. It was the second most painful thing happening in my life. I was given human clothes and abandoned from stepping on the skies ever again. Partially, I was glad to leave a place where I was considered as a disgrace and an evil. This way I was declared to be the first Fallen Angel in history of heaven…
Frankly, it was very sad to watch how the angles, that brought me here, were flying back home. I was on my own. The street was frighteningly quiet and dark. A sign above one door said ‘Lily’s Legs’. All the way to that building I kept wondering what might be there.
I went into a room with glowing red lights and loud music. There were women dancing on high platforms projecting in few areas in the room. I sat by a long table. A man, who was standing on the other side of the table, said, “What’s it gonna be, sir?”
I opened my mouth and closed it. In an attempt to say something and not look stupid, I opened my mouth again but closed it. The man raised his eyebrows and said, “Is there a problem?”
A woman wearing strange dark clothes that barely covered her body sat by my side and said with a wide smile, “Two usuals, Bob. I’m paying.” Then the man took a bottle from the shelf behind him, poured the yellowish-brown liquid into two glasses and added some transparent cubes. He put the glasses next to us and took a green rectangular paper from the woman.
“I’m Jane,” the woman said and held her hand out to me. I looked at it wondering what she wants from me. She slowly pulled it back, saying, “Umm… I see. Where are you from? You don’t look native… Britain, I suppose?”
“Britain…” I repeated the word, trying to recall if I had ever heard this somewhere.
“Yeah, I’m usually right. What’s your name?” she asked.
I looked down at the glass and sadly whispered, while shame was filling my heart, “Fallen Angel.”
“Seriously?” Jane said and took a sip of her drink. “You’re not lucky with your surname and your parents add an Angel to it so it sounds totally odd… no offense.” I couldn’t comment on that as I couldn’t understand the meaning of what she said. “So, Angel… What are you doing here?”
“I was banished from heaven,” I said, not able to look her in the eyes – I was ashamed.
“Fired you mean?” she interrupted me. “And heaven? What’s that? A magazine or some sorta project?” I opened my mouth to explain but she continued, not caring about the answer, “I was fired too… Many times as a matter of fact.”
“You were banished too?” I asked. It was very strange to hear that because I knew for sure that I was the first angel to be banished from heaven. "How is that possible?"
“Um… I don’t really like talking about that,” Jane said and took another sip of her drink. I took the glass near to my nose and sniffed. The liquid’s smell was so strange to me and so unpleasantly sharp. Jane released a soft laugh as she watched my facial expressions twitch. She said, “Try it. It’s the best… You can trust me.” I put the glass to my lips and…
“Waah!” I shouted and fell off the stool. The glass fell out of my hand and crushed against the floor. “What is that?” I asked as I tried to get the horrible taste off my tongue.
“He broke my glass!” Bob shouted, rushing towards us.
“Oh god! Here Bob,” Jane said and gave him two rectangular green papers. “I’m sorry Bob. We’re leaving.” Jane took my elbow and pulled me out of that place. “What…? Uh! Why did you do that?!” she asked angrily as we stood outside. She took out a thin cylindrical paper and put it in her mouth. After searching her pockets, she asked me, “Do you have a lighter?”
“Lighter…” I repeated, trying to figure out what it might be. “No.”
“You have no lighter! You react to alcohol like a freak! What is wrong with you?” she shouted, loosing her temper. I opened my mouth to explain but she interrupted me, “Let’s get out of here! It’s a bad neighborhood.”
Jane started walking and I followed her. We reached a tree where the road divided into several identical ones. Jane said, nervously shaking the thin cylinder between two fingers, “Okay then… It was nice meeting you. Now bye bye.” She turned around and walked away. I sat on the ground by the tree leaning by back to the thick trunk and remembered why I was here. I buried my face into my knees as tears started coming down my face.
“Oh god!” Jane exclaimed suddenly, what made me jerk. She was standing besides me. “Why are you crying?” she asked and not waiting for an answer added, “Let me guess… You have no place to stay, right?”
“Yes… How did you…” I wanted to ask but as always was interrupted by Jane.
“What is it with this day?” Jane asked and sat down besides me. “You’re not a criminal who ran away from prison, right?”
“I didn’t run away from anywhere… But you can say I’m a criminal,” I said.
“Criminal? What? You killed someone?”
“Yes, actually,” I said sadly. “I loved her more than anything…”
“You’re not a criminal,” Jane stated when I finished telling her about what I’ve done. “I would’ve done the same thing.” She stood up and said, “How come you're not in prison?... hmmm... Now come with me… I’ll let you spend the night at my place. But it’s just this night and you’re taking the couch.” She giggled and we started walking away.
The walls on the block she lived in were filled with words I’ve never seen before. They sounded disgusting as I said them in my mind. When I asked what they meant, Jane laughed and said that I was funny. Jane’s apartment was small and messy. She gave me a blanket, walked away and came back with two cups. It was a pleasant, hot and sweet liquid this time – herbal, as I suppose.
“So Angel… How old are you?” Jane asked.
“Three-hundred thirty two,” I answered.
She said while laughing, “That was really cute. Thirty-two, huh? I would never say that. I’d never give you twenty-five.” After a while of silence she said, “Tomorrow we’ll leave early to look for a place you can stay in. How much money do you have with you?”
“I… I don’t have money,” I said wondering what she meant.
“Really? Huh, that’s a relief. I started to think that you were quiet perfect. Frankly, I don’t believe that there are perfect people, especially men… no offense.”
“Nobody’s perfect. Not even angels,” I remarked.
“Oh… I’m not that desperate. Anyway, I must go to bed now,” she said, looking at a circle on the wall with numbers and three sticks in it. “We must have a lot of energy tomorrow, right?” When she was near the doorway, she said, “Good night.”
It was a cold morning. After drinking that heavenly hot drink, we went out. I could see from the beginning that Jane was in a hurry and definitely was afraid of something. Once we left the building, Jane froze for a second and then ran into the alley. It was dark and dirty.
“What’s wrong Jane?” I asked when we stopped.
“They’re coming,” Jane whispered, walking in small circles in panic. “You have to hide.” She opened a big metallic stinky container and forced me to get in there. “Stay law and quiet,” she ordered and covered the strange tank.
I heard quick footsteps. I raised the cover and watched from a small opening. There were three men wearing black suits and all holding strange black objects in their hands. “Listen guys, I’m just a little late,” Jane said with a scared smile on her face. “I’m gonna pay you…”
“You don’t have the money. I know that,” the tallest man said sharply. He pushed Jane towards the wall and pointed the black object to her head. “Do you know what we do with the ones who owe us?”
“Listen, Michael… I-I’m gonna p-p-pay you,” Jane jerked. “I swear.”
“This aint the first time you swear,” the tall man said. He was definitely the boss of the two. “We have given you more chances than you deserve. I’m sorry pretty-face but there’s only one way to pay that debt now.”
“Please, Mick,” Jane begged as tears came down her face. “Please…”
Instantly, I heard a loud bang. I fell back onto the grouse stuff under me and the tank got shut. When I made sure that the men were gone, I went out. Jane was lying on the floor with a lot of blood around her. She was still breathing.
“Jane? What was that?” I asked in panic.
“I just… took… a lot of… money from… the wrong type… of people,” Jane breathed out with difficulty, still holding tight to her sarcasm. “Banks are… better. Trust me.”
“Jane… Wh… What should I do?” I asked helplessly.
“Just… get out… of here,” Jane said. “It’s so sad… that we… met this… way.”
“But why did they do that?” I insisted.
“They were… bad,” Jane explained and started coughing. With her last cough her soul left her body. I couldn’t understand why would someone kill another person because of something called money.
I wanted to get as far as possible from that place. I couldn’t stand seeing her blood and her soulless body. I ran and ran until I was out on a street where there were no cars but the broken ones. It seemed like an abandoned place. I walked silently, going through all what happened to me in the last week: my crime, the trial, the verdict and the murder.
“Hey yo! What ‘re ya doin’ here?” someone asked aggressively. I looked back and saw a black young man playing with a knife in his hands and chewing something. And as every human, I guess, he waited for no answer, “This my territory! You should pay, ya know. A hundred bucks ‘ill do.”
“Bucks?” I asked. “I don’t have any bucks.”
“Wha’? Your *bunny* with me. Give me the damn money!” the young man yelled pointing the knife at me.
“But I have no so called money,” I admitted.
“Hey boys!” he called out. “We have an intruder who refuses to pay! We can’t let’im go, yo?”
Instantly, three other similar youths came out of a door and approached us. “No money, ey?”
“Listen, I don’t want any problems,” I said carefully looking at the knife as I knew that it could take away life. “I wandered here by mistake… I’ll leave now.”
With no warning, one of the youths launched a punch into my face and knocked me off my feet. I was helpless – four against one. They simply started kicking me over and over as I could not move. Everything was becoming darker in my eyes and taste of blood was strong in my mouth when I heard a strange noise…
I opened my eyes to see a woman standing in front of me with a small notebook and recording something down. I tried to stand up but she shook her head making her order as clear as it could be.
“Sir, I must ask you some questions,” The woman said with a fake smile. “Introduce your self please.”
After a pause of thinking I said, “My name is Angel and I was fired.”
The woman hummed noting that down and said, “Where do you live?”
“Nowhere currently,” I answered – it was difficult facing the truth. “I used to have a great house in heaven…”
“Really? What were you doing in hell then?” she asked.
“Hell? Am I in hell?” I asked in sudden panic.
“No,” the woman said slowly raising her eyebrows. “Policemen say they found you there all beaten up… Never mind. So, Mr. Angel, do you have any relatives?”
“No…”
“Kate! Kate! Here! Fast!” someone yelled from outside the room.
“I’ll be right back,” the woman said and rushed out. I lay for a minute thinking. How could guardians stand all that horrific life with humans and why ordinary angels were never told of anything about humans? I wanted to get out of that unpleasant room so I took the needle out of my hand and walked out. I wish I never came out of that room…
A woman was lying on a bed with blood all over her clothes. She was crying and shouting out strange words. “Get her to emergency! Treat for pregnancy and sexual diseases!” a man shouted as she was taken away. “Fire burns! Says her friend did that!” another man shouted as he ran beside a woman with her face burned out.
Wherever I looked I could see death, hate, and ruined lives… Suddenly, all I believed in seconds ago started fading away and turn into a good yet impossible dream. All my past life looked like fiction to me and this world was reality. Looking around, I met my reflection in a distant mirror. I was becoming different. My eyes were red… I was no more an angel... not even a Fallen Angel.
Its August, in the heat of the night where passion is uncontrollable. Heat so thick- you stick to the sheets and fits of passion and lust take over...Or did it?
The evening in the backroom-It happened! It shouldn't of but it did...The excitement was too intense.Let me tell you about Samantha and Brian and their long fateful night. One night in the backroom an intense passionate look by Samantha,while her and Brian ate a summer lunch of grilled chicken and cold potato salad. Samantha finished her dinner and decided to straighten up the rooms, while she was bending over the couch picking up books, her skirt started to rise up. Brian was walking by and stared and Samantha smiled and straightened herself out.They decided to do dishes and clean up for the evening, Brian washed and Samantha dried them and put them away. Brian noticed Samantha kept leaning over the counter a little more than usual, once she was rushing around and he rubbed up against her breast. She jolted upright and moved quickly to finish. Brian seemed to touch her arm more often, than usual while helping with the dishes lately, Samantha kept thinking. Their nightly routine cleaning seemed to be a little different than she is use to thinking.They never cared much for modern technology to invest in a dishwasher. Their thought was the closer contact between dish washing was more important.
Brian was at the table reading his modern day man magazine "Capture Her" Samantha decided to walk by and glanced at a page or two. Samantha was feeling kind of restless, and decided to have some fun. Think I'll take a shower Brian, you need to go in first... He said no and continued with his head in his book. She was out of the shower in ten minutes flat, she trounced off to her bedroom to dress up. Brian was in his room, she started wondering what is he doing in there, must be reading his book she thought.
Samantha pranced up to the door with her clear lucite tall heels and black garter belt with black hose. Samantha loved being a women, the more frillier and sexier the better she would be thinking. She was wearing her red lacey, strapless halter top with a tie around the neck . To be more sexier of a women made Samantha feel she could attempt anything. She glided by Brian, he was sitting at his table, trying to finish hisnew work project of molding to make machinery parts. When Samantha smiled and said "Hey Brian, I want to dress up, want to play with me" "Play- what are you kidding" What do you want to do"? "Play with what" Samantha said "Brian, I will dress up and strut my stuff, and try and excite you and dance for you". Samantha was curious and loved dancing... She knew she wouldn't be bored for long... "I want you to sit calmly and rate my performance from a 1-10 on this sheet of paper, she handed to him. "Yea, then what" Brian said and Samantha said "Whatever happens might be interesting, lets just do something for a fun time - O.K. Brian"? Time will pass until John comes home from his Scuba classes. In a huff Brian, said " O.K. Sammy -"lets give it a try"- you won't leave me alone till I do" but, no funny stuff O.K. my brother and I don't share.
Samantha smiled at him- Oh gee, no funny stuff with you is right. I wouldn't have a dream of you Brian. "Well, thanks a lot said Brian" - she smiled her teasing grin. Samantha disappeared for sometime and appeared wearing tight blue jean cut off short shorts and a country plaid top, tied with her breast peeking out all over. She wore shiny black knee high boots and walked past Brian and his mouth dropped, quickly- as if opening his mouth real wide for a dentist. Samantha smiled her mischievous grin and walked up to Brian with a sexy strut, she placed her leg up on Brian's leg and inched her way up as far, as he would allow. Brian grabbed her foot and threw it on the floor, not very hard; telling Samantha "this is enough" - " I don't want to play this game anymore, it's already boring me Samantha, "Go get dressed" Samantha asked "Well Brian, tell me do I get a 4,6,8, or maybe a 10 judging by his crotch and noticing her answer was pretty much waving in the air at her. "Brian, you liked this style a lot huh? She noticed that the answer had to be pretty high. Wait Bri' she said, let me grab my cowgirl hat and short lace gloves. She ran off quick while Brian used that moment to adjust his innocent staff, making its star appearance. Samantha came back toward the room walking sexy, shouting "Yea Haw' - common cowboy put this on", she threw him over jean shorts and cowboy boots- these, might fit you she said and smiled. I'll ride you tonight and you better be able to hold onto me. Brian was quite miffed "Ride me - what the hell Samantha no way", then she walked closer over to him and rubbed her breast in Brian's face. He went to yell at her to move and she planted a kiss on his mouth, that puckered when they released their lip grip on each other. Brian tried to explain in no uncertain terms, as he said "Samantha I have always wanted to have your body up close to me, smell your scented perfumed skin rubbing up against mine. Have your hair slapping my face in a heated sweat but I can't. I know I shouldn't, it's so wrong but, this passion I feel when your close is driving me mad. Please understand what I am trying to say to you. My brother would be crushed but, if I could tell you something not very nice about Mark, its a past thing though. It may make this longing between us, make you feel less guilty. "What is it" Samantha asked sweetly, her leg now back up on my upper thigh, but with no boots on now. She asked Brian "let it out what you know of Mark"
He told Samantha when he and John were in their scuba diving class a year ago. John disappeared into the loft upstairs. This women name Sandy, had a room built for her sister Lisa, up in their store. John and Lisa was upstairs over an hr. one day. I was checking out the store, getting bored and I yelled up to Mark. Well, Brother we should be leaving. His answer back was "Listen Brian, you take my car and go finish that job, we started. This is where I will continue this story...
To be continued...
Part 2- The Night She Wanted To Dance...
As we know from earlier: Brian and Samantha are good friends, Brians brother is Mark. Mark has been scamming some adventure of his own, off at his Scuba diving classes every week. Samantha may hear for the 1st time, what is really happening when he leaves the house, longer than usual.
Brian told Samantha the whole story that night. How Mark and Lisa from the Scuba diving store, has been making love in her loft of the store, and how it started by Mark helping, to put windows in for her. He confronted Mark and he spilled it all to me Sammy. Samantha had an idea all on her own,after her anger subsided some. She told Brian" It may break us or make us, after I show him Bri" I will need your help to succeed and you may even have alittle fun of your own. "I want you to to tape "us" making fiesty passionate -I want to Fuck you Samantha looks" and you must grab me anywhere, like you mean it. "Think you can make this convincing"? Can you handle this Brian"? He agreed excitedely, like a wagging puppy, with a smile ear to ear. Samantha headed upstairs to find the camera. The last time she remembered it being used, was her and Marks Wedding Day. Will it work, she wondered as she pranced down the stairs in a tight T-shirt- and heels.
A few night later Brian and Samantha was walking around outside in the sunlight. The sun was bright and lit up the backyard-Brian grabbed the camera and set it up as Samantha went back in the house, to change. She came out wearing a scantilly cut-out Black swimsuit. He was direct with his words, as he was erect with his hot stiff rod in his pants, by her appearance. He again kept gazing, staring at Samantha as she sucked that red popsicle furiously and slowly at times, he was drooling with anticipation. Just knowing he would soon be in her mouth willingly and we he would have the time of his life with Samantha, as he dreamed so many times.
Samantha walked over to him and let down her straps and she smiled and sucked harder on the popsicle, as she bent down and focused on his pants shooting it's on wonder stick. She unzipped him and started licking the tip of his cock, while she stroked him UP and DoWN slowwwwwwwwwly- and then wrapped her wet waiting tongue down the length of his shaft... and sucking and licking him, in such a wild way he wanted her then. Samantha looked up and Bri brought his hand down, with his curious smile, helped her up and he took her by the neck. He whispered in her ear"I want you Fuck you So HARD and LonG Now Samantha" Give me, what you want Mark to see, I have the camera going. Samantha then turned to his mouth and smiled. She licked his lips and they kissed passionately, long and hard for awhile. The faster they kissed the faster their hearts beat. Samantha pulled away.. and Brian grabbed the movie camera, pressed off and headed for Samantha- She laughed hysterically and ran to the pool deck, stripped down while Brian set up the camera again. As she dived in, Brians mouth dropped, he stripped down and he was right behind her, He swam over to her in anticipation, as their night swim got later. They moved closer to the right side, where the float was and far off to where the camera was standing. Brian leaned her up to the side of the pool, Samantha held onto the float that was attached to the side of the pool deck. As Brian brought himself closer into Samantha, she howled with delight in the moonlight. Enjoying their ectacsy, and making out as they fucked and smiled at the camera and then looked away, and closed their eyes in thier own pleasurable moment. The camera caught their night of fun, as they kissed and swam awhile and then got out, while mosquitos were biting even more now.As they cleaned up and went inside from the bugs, later that night Mark came home-
He had a few drinks, she could tell by the scent of liquor and perfume on him again. Brian was keeping his innocence innocent by the splashing in the shower. Mark had a confession of his own, to divulge. He told Samantha, "he has not loved her in months- He will always care for her but, someone else has taken his heart away". She said"Who?-Lisa?" Marks jaw dropped, as he smiled and said"Yes, and I want her in my life as she is in my heart Sammy" "I hope you can understand my feelings" Samantha walked coolie by him, picked up his meal and the tape and brought it to Mark. She knew how hungery he is for food, when he comes home late. She told him" She needed to get her cell phone out of her car as she went toward the door. She yelled out "Mark I hope you can understand my feelings about all this too here, watch this interesting tape while you eat" Be back in... She knocked on the bathroom window, Brian was almost dressed, he was shaving. He climbed out the window to join her. They rode off talking of better times and what would Mark be thinking... After watching the videotape of them making mad passionate love under the moonlight. When her and Mark never even discussed anything of that kind of fun, in the 12 years of their marriage.
Part -3 In awhile:
We put up our macrame hammock, that's been sitting in the box in the cellar for over a year. "Why- I asked over time have we not used this"?
"Time was just not right, you said" so in the box it stayed till today. When you went into the house to get your strat. Guitar to play later with some cool drinks, I tried to lug it out of the cellar and put it up for our relaxation. We set it up together between the trees nice and tight, as not to ever fall. You pulled out your Strat. Guitar and played for hours to the sweet tune of Stormy Monday and slow ballads on this cool breezy day, what pretty tunes you shared in ears distance to anyone around. I laid back for awhile and enjoyed the attention at that moment. Sipping on my tall cold glass of ice-tea filled with many ice cubes. I kept circling the ice with my tongue, while you played for me. The excitement started building up between my groin, the more I saw your expressions turn coyly in my direction. Remember- how I sat up and reached over to touch your arm and started circling your ear with the tip of my finger, You had a hard time concentrating. You were so sweet trying to follow your own rhythm while I followed my own. I parted my legs apart and flicked my sandals off nonchalantly, you smiled and kept on playing...
I thought to myself "how long will he put up with my teasing" and I found out, (Boy did I find out). I slid my foot up your pant leg and up your leg to your crotch, you wrestled somewhat under the touch to part and get comfortable. I whispered that you don't sit down and you didn't. As I parted my legs further apart, your mouth gaped wide open for you saw my moist gem glistening, with the thought of you and your attempts later.
The way you played so fast and furious and flicked on those strings, took my breath away and I felt myself shudder with total astonishment within. My heart palpitated and I quivered inside knowing I almost had you. Took alittle longer than I wanted but, you were worth the wait as usual. That slow build your so accustomed to; you had to put on me again didn't you, it was just mind blowing.
When you slid your guitar down by the tree, I knew I had you in my grasp. I took the ice from my glass and brought it to our mouths you shocked me, when I felt it fall into my blouse. As you reached in so tenderly and grabbed my breast, I felt the ice melt gingerly down to my belly.
I was so hot for you and you knew and you held me back, I was feeling crazy love at that moment. You unbuttoned my white blouse and let it drop to the ground. I looked around hoping no one was watching then thinking, what the hell as you laid me down. We are in one of those moments, I'm not holding back; Is all I could think of at that moment. You started planting tiny kisses around my ears and down my neck, I felt the earth move. As we kissed and played tongue hockey in ruthless ecstasy. I felt transported in another time and place, within my mind. You brought me to fits of rapture beyond my belief. I wanted you so badly, remember how you put your finger to my lips and kissed my forehead so sweetly. Telling me to relax and enjoy the feelings you wanted to capture, I felt bewitched by your charm. Your chest leaning in on mine and you used you legs to spread mine further, I tenderly unzipped you and let your manhood breathe.
When we heard that noise of clanging bells, do you remember what you said, you said " I love you Babe, but I hear kids on bikes, and it sounds like the clanging is drifting away aimlessly I think". I looked to the left and saw nothing and we kissed again passionatly and frantically, you started protruding once again, up against me as you started grinning.
I'll let you wonder if the bikes made any difference or if we ever heard them again.... I'll tell you, it was another day I won't forget as Summer noises approaches with all her glory.
“You want to become what?” This was my first reaction when my flatmate Cara told me of her latest idea. I was used to her endless searching for the ‘thing’ that would change her life forever. It was safe to say that she was not happy with her lot and tried aimlessly to find something that would enable her to feel better about herself.
“I want to become orgasmic.”
Usually I’m quick off the mark but this time she had stumped me.
“What the hell does that mean? ‘Become orgasmic.’ How on earth did you come up with that?”
We were sitting in a café inside one of the local bookshops in town. It was rare that we managed to have a day off work together so we took advantage of them whenever we could. Cara loved browsing round the bookshops, and I could usually be found checking out the latest fashions. For a few months now, I had secretly wanted to be more to Cara than the other girl sleeping in the other room. I wanted to be her mate, in her bed. But I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, and my trepidations were warranted. None of Cara’s relationships lasted very long, and those she had were few and far between.
“It’s a book I spotted in a bookshop the other day. In fact, I think it was this one.” She smiled wryly. “Becoming Orgasmic,” she went on, “is a sexual and personal growth programme for women.”
Cara’s pretty features screwed up into an expression of enthusiasm. She looked at me with brown eyes widened with a passion of a different kind to the one that I wished I saw, and her rosy lips had parted slightly. Damn, she was so beautiful, so alive.
I, on the other hand, had my fair share of attention but never considered myself in the same league. I had shoulder length red hair and green eyes. Below them a spatter of freckles emphasised my cheekbones. I stood a couple of inches shorter than Cara at 5ft 6. My figure was trim and well in proportion to my height. I could never understand why she always needed to revamp her life with these special programmes. She was already fabulous.
I shook my head. “You’ve lost me Cara. What the hell would an orgasmic programme involve?” I stumbled slightly with the ‘O’ word. I dreaded to think what people would be thinking if they overheard our conversation.
She was silent for a few minutes with that intent look she sometimes gets. For the first time, I realized how much it bothered me that Cara had so few lovers. It seemed more often than not she was alone, and I believed that her poor view of herself affected Cara’s ability to find someone she felt would love her.
“Well this book, Becoming Orgasmic tells of a number of sexual exercises you can do. I need a partner to practice with. That’s what I don’t have. A partner.”
Ah. So that was it. She suggested that I fill that spot, that I practice helping her become orgasmic.
“Why me? Why choose me to be your partner?” My heart beat faster and I could feel my panties becoming damp at the thought of us together. I looked at her eager face and although I was excited at the prospect of helping her with this, I couldn’t help but think that it would have a detrimental effect on our friendship.
“Wouldn’t it be better for you to wait until you found a boyfriend?”
She didn’t say a word, just gave me that famous look she had. I caved. “Okay. How about showing me the book and perhaps we can go from there.”
I stared into my coffee as she ran off to find the book. It was easier to concentrate on the swirling white froth of milk than it was to consider what I was getting myself into. I hoped that she wouldn’t be able to find it. There was a part of me that didn’t want to go any further with this idea but there was also that selfish bit that did. It was that fraction of desire that was playing havoc with my emotions, wetting my lips. My clit throbbed as the rest of me fought for a semblance of control.
Cara returned and triumphantly slammed the book on the table in front of me. It had an attractive white cover with reddish-purplish butterflies below the title, which seemed apt considering what was flitting around in my stomach. The word ORGASMIC was printed in red, bringing my mind back to my irritated clit. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.
I had a look at the back of the book and casually flipped through the chapters. After a few minutes of silence I looked at Cara and tried not to blush.
“Okay. I’m intrigued. How do you want to play this?”
Cara rushed off to purchase the book with a silly grin on her face.
We took the bus home. Cara grabbed my hand, already damp with perspiration. I snatched it away, and frantically rubbed it on my thigh to remove the beads of sweat.
I mouthed ‘Sorry’ as her eyes filled up with tears. “I’m sorry.” I said again. “I didn’t mean to be rude. I don’t know what’s up with me.” I did know, I suppose, but couldn’t bring myself to talk about it.
Cara stood, readjusted her bag so it sat on her hip, and said that she would see me at home. With that, she got off the bus two stops early. I watched her go and thought that she was holding herself together much better than I was. I felt a quivering wreck with feelings for her that grew stronger; all my doubts recklessly pounding away trying to convince the rest of me that I was about to do the wrong thing.
I returned home sooner than Cara and was busy making myself a cup of tea when she entered the kitchen. She immediately switched the kettle off and held up the bottle of wine she had bought.
“I think you need something stronger than tea right now.” She busied herself getting glasses and retrieved the bottle opener from a drawer. “I noticed you’re all wobbly. Not like yourself.” She winked at me.
She still hadn’t answered my question that I had asked earlier that day. I was still interested as to why she chose me to be her orgasmic partner.
“Well you are absolutely perfect. You like women so you know better than most what to do. You’re more likely to be sensitive and gentle, and we know each other. Simple.”
I wasn’t sure.
“Surely knowing each other makes things trickier, more complicated?”
Cara stopped pouring the wine to look at me. “So that’s why you’re all nervy. Okay, I should have realised. It doesn’t have to be complicated at all. We’ll just see how it goes. If it looks like things are going funny then we can stop, can’t we?”
She came over and put her arms round me. “Look, I don’t want anything to ruin our friendship either but this is what friends are all about, isn’t it? Helping one another. Everything will be fine, trust me.”
I smiled and Cara passed me a glass of wine. We made a toast: to becoming orgasmic.
It didn’t take me long to loosen up after a few glasses of wine. I did feel though that this whole situation was contrived. It had no romantic or spontaneous feeling to it. It wasn’t how I wanted it to be. I wanted to court Cara, to wine and dine her, to make her feel special. I couldn’t see how I could do that in this forced scenario.
Cara turned the lighting down low and had music playing softly in the background. I sat in the corner of the room clad in my dressing gown. We had both decided to change into something more comfortable. Noting my empty glass, Cara poured me another drink and refilled her own. She knelt down in front of me.
“So,” I said, softly. “What do you have in mind?”
I lifted her chin up towards me with one finger. I felt more like myself and wanted everything to be as good as it could be.
“Well, I’ve only read snippets from the book, but it’s a start.” Cara stumbled over her words, licking her lips nervously. I couldn’t believe this. Only a few hours ago, Cara had been confidant but now she had started to display signs of nervousness whilst I had regained my sense of composure.
“There are a lot of things that don’t apply to us in the book, so I’ve chosen something that we could do together that doesn’t involve anything too heavy.”
I shrugged. “Sounds good to me.” I brought my lips close to hers. She hesitated as if not sure of my intentions but I quashed her doubts and ran my tongue along her bottom lip. In immediate response she thrust her own through my parted lips and kissed me deeply. My mouth was firm on hers and I could sense her struggle to draw breath. The passion I felt was overwhelming. Eventually I stood up and led her upstairs to my bedroom.
We both removed our clothes and lay down on the bed facing one another. She whispered to me that we should just touch one another but not the most obvious parts of our bodies. That was the exercise. Tentatively she reached out and touched my arms and shoulders with her fingertips.
With gentle fingers I ran my fingers over her skin. It was soft and smooth. We explored each other’s bodies taking care to exclude nipples, breasts and pussies in our exploration. Eventually Cara propped her head on one hand and closed her eyes. I could see her breathing grow deeper and regular and I thought at one point she had fallen asleep.
I whispered, “Cara?”
She opened her eyes and turned her head to me. “I’m not asleep, though I feel so relaxed. I love what you’re doing to me. It feels amazing. How can I describe it-?” She paused for a second before continuing, “Like the first time I ever masturbated. It feels so good.”
I ran my fingers over her hair, delighting in the sleek shiny texture and the scent that I disturbed with the warmth of my touch. Eventually she lay back onto the bed and placed her arms down by her sides. Now I had access to all parts of the front of her beautiful body and I lost no time discovering wonders of a new indulgence for me.
I followed the path of my fingers with my lips, kissing and caressing every inch. My tongue traced tiny circles savouring the saltiness of her skin as I travelled downwards towards her pussy. I moved my body closer to her so that my belly pressed into her hip. I wanted to be close, to melt into her heat. She must have felt the same as she entwined her legs with mine. Our interlocked limbs drew the lower parts of our bodies nearer. I pressed my pubic mound into hers and we ground together.
She moaned as my lips again found hers, my tongue probing within her mouth. Our kiss grew stronger and deepened with each passing second. We were touching still but no longer with our fingers.
“Oh my god, Bev.” she murmured.
“Sssh.” I placed one finger on her parted lips. “Don’t say anything. Just enjoy.” I moved on top of her and raised myself up onto my hands so my hair fell over her face. I placed one knee in between her thighs and gently prised them further apart.
Her nipples were erect and I captured one into my mouth, sucking hard so it stiffened further. I moved onto the next, tracing a circle round the bottom of each, and then running over the peak with the tip with my tongue. Cara arched her back. Her movement forced her breasts further into my mouth. They felt soft against my chin as I suckled like a baby. My own hung down so that her stomach quivered as they brushed back and forth across her body. I gasped as my nipples became rigid and engorged with blood.
I could smell the scent of her arousal as I neared my goal. Her pussy lips glistened with her juices as my lips and tongue passed through the perfectly formed ringlets of pubic hair. I passed by her clitoris to pay attention to the sensitive spot just below it. I rubbed gently at that spot with the flat of my tongue, listening to Cara’s vocal responses to my caresses. Every now and again I would flick gently at her bud, teasing her to an orgasmic frenzy as she writhed on the bed. As I sensed her climax approaching I moved down to the entrance of her vagina, sweeping up and down with long strokes, before going back to the small area below her clitoris. I delighted in the taste of her juices, warm and sweet and lapped up as much as I could.
Before too long I was rewarded as Cara’s body bucked as waves of pleasure ran through her whole body. I continued to suck and lick as her climax eventually ebbed away.
“Wow,” she breathed. “That was something else.”
I clambered back on top of her and covered her face with small kisses. I stayed that way until her breathing slowed. She placed her hands on my waist and rolled me over until she was lying on top. She brushed the hair back from my eyes and whispered, “Well, I don’t think we’ll need that book after all.”
I looked at her with surprise. “Why on earth not?”
“Oh, I’m glad I bought it because if I hadn’t I don’t think I would have ever found you, and I know now what has been missing from my life. It’s been sitting in front of me all this time and I didn’t even realise it was there.”
She laughed, and as she brought her lips back down on mine, I couldn’t help but think that was the sweetest thing I had ever heard.
