Forbidden Crush Part 6

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Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5

Forbidden Crush, Part 6

By Samantha Kay

Jamie’s fingers were aching to intertwine with Darren’s as they walked into town. His heart was pounding uncomfortably, and despite the harsh winter breeze his face felt hot.

”You ok?” Darren said with a smile, his tone light and gentle.

Jamie nodded, noticing his neck and jaw felt stiff. “Just…nervous.” His voice was like crackly white noise through his dry throat.

As Darren tenderly placed a hand on Jamie’s shoulder, a sting jolted into Jamie’s skin, livening the nerve-endings right down to his spine.
Fuck, I haven’t felt like this in so long. I’d forgotten what it was like to be so attracted to someone. 

As they stared at each other, Darren’s fingers softly rubbed Jamie’s shoulder for a few moments before sliding them up to gently tickle the back of Jamie’s neck.

Jamie’s mouth curved into a small smile, but he was clearly stopping it from spreading into a big grin to let on that he was ticklish. He ducked his head away from Darren’s touch.
“Stop that.” Jamie giggled, his cheeks still glowing.

Darren chuckled as he took his teasing hand away. ”Ticklish huh? I’ll remember that.”

”Whatever.” Jamie chortled, “So where we going for this drink?”
He took a quick fleeting glance up from Darren’s crotch and to his chest, before moving his gaze to the floor.
I wanna feel his naked body against me so badly.

”I was thinking Ridge Bar? Its pretty good, it’s just before we reach town, ever heard of it?”

”No, but I’ll trust your judgement.” Jamie smiled.

Darren’s heart jumped as he felt his cock twitch.
Take things slow Darren; you don’t need to rush into bed with this guy.
Pfft, who am I kidding, he’s gonna break my heart either way.

Darren swallowed hard as he looked away from Jamie. The only time he ‘took things slow’ with a guy was when he actually liked them for something other then their looks. This wasn't just lust with Jamie, he wanted more.
Shit, this could all get so complicated…he has a girlfriend.
What am I thinking?

”Here we are.” Darren said as he stopped in front of a small building with a large frosted window. The glass was decorated with writing, reading ‘Ridge Bar’ in gold italics. From the outside the place looked small, but classy.

”Is it a gay bar?” Jamie said as he stared at the window, trying to look through the frosted glass.

Darren burst into laughter, which caught Jamie’s attention bringing him out of his daze.
”No it isn't.” Darren’s grinned. “Gay guys don’t only go to gay bars you know? Also, I thought it might be a little too soon to take you to one of them,” he teased with a wink.

”Sorry.” Jamie chuckled as he felt his cheeks begin to burn again.
Well, don’t I feel stupid.

”After you.” Darren motioned for Jamie to walk in first.
I wanna check out your ass!

Jamie gulped; surprised at how nervous he felt at walking into a place he’d not been to before. His hands were getting clammy and his eyes wide.
Has it really been that long since I last went out anywhere?

As Jamie walked in, his stomach felt tense and his mouth was suddenly dry. He felt intimidated when he saw how busy the place was. His breath was then caught as Darren gently put a hand on his waist before whispering in his ear.
”Hey, you ok?”

Jamie had stopped in his tracks without realising, but Darren’s smooth voice brought him back to life. His heart fluttering as he stammered back.
”Sorry. Yeah, err, fine.”

Darren chuckled quietly, before prompting Jamie to walk over to the bar with him.

”What do you drink?” Darren asked as he watched Jamie take a glance around the place.

”Erm, beer?” Jamie said absent-mindedly, as he took in his surroundings. The place was bigger then he thought it would be. Half of it had wooden flooring, the other half carpeted with a few tables and chairs, and a long bar went from one end of the room to the other. Behind the bar there was a large mirror, decorated with the same writing the window was.
All the tables were occupied, and people were also stood around in small groups about the place.

Jamie took his focus away from the room and instead began staring into Darren’s eyes as he was passed a cold bottle of lager.
I can’t wait for you to make love to me…
-holy shit, make love?

Darren leaned in towards Jamie, studying the anxious expression on his face.
”Hey relax.” He said soothingly.

”Sorry.” Jamie exhaled deeply as he managed to smile weakly at Darren. “Crowded places sometimes freak me out a little.”

”Serious?” Darren raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Why?”

Jamie shuffled awkwardly as he rubbed the back of his neck.
”Erm, well, I was jumped on in a club. Got beaten up quite badly.” He shrugged dismissively.

Darren’s eyes suddenly moistened as a jolt hit his heart. He was surprised at how he felt from hearing of Jamie being hurt. He had an urge to hunt down the people who’d attacked him and beat the crap out of them.
”Aw I’m so sorry Jamie.” He said quietly as he brought a hand onto Jamie’s shoulder and squeezed gently.
If I ever find out who they were, I swear…

Jamie just shrugged again as he looked down at the bar, trying to tame his churning stomach.
He then shook his head, to rid the memories flooding into his mind.
”Anyway.” Jamie said as he cleared his throat before looking back up at Darren. “On a lighter note –“
He was interrupted as Darren quickly kissed him, wrapping an arm around his waist to pull him in as their lips crashed together.

A weight eased from Jamie’s stomach, allowing it to flip with excitement as he relished in tasting Darren’s warm breath against his own.
He didn't care about the idea of being seen kissing a man in public, all he could think about was taking Darren’s clothes off.
I need him, now!

Darren murmured into their kiss, his cock pulsing and craving to rub into Jamie’s.
”Wanna, wanna go…to a hotel?” Please say yes.

Jamie couldn't speak coherently; instead an eager whine came out as he continued to kiss Darren.

Darren tore his lips away from Jamie as he grabbed his hand and quickly yanked him along to leave the bar and go outside.
As soon as they were back out onto the street they wrapped their arms around each other, studying each other’s eyes.

”You sure you want us to, well, go to a hotel?” Darren whispered as he brought a hand up to gently stroke Jamie’s cheek.

Jamie nodded, his throat tightening as apprehension fired through his body like a wave of prickly heat through his veins.
”I really wanna do this with you.” His voice trembly and weak. “I’m ready.”

To be continued…

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Liquid Seduction

Well, you may have noticed that my story was, umm, shall we say , interrupted?  Yeah, we'll go with that.  I've debated on whether to finish it or not as life has been launching curve balls at me.  A new theme will begin next week in March.  The winners for the Giveaway will be announced Monday, March4th.  It's not too late to enter - and your odds of winning are still huge!  So right now, click on the page on the right.  The little tab right up there  and leave a comment. That's all it takes to enter! 

Today is featuring a writer who has contributed to our blog before, please welcome back Cecile Hardy with a flash fiction.

 

Liquid Seduction

by

Cecile Hardy

Sara leaned back in the tub, dipping her hair into the water and allowing the warmth to seep into her skin after a long days work. The bubbles popped occasionally against her skin as she stretched gently, first one leg, then the other. She sighed, flicked the radio on, closed her eyes and allowed herself to relax, drifting into a comfortable daydream. As her mind wandered she never noticed the door slide open a crack.

The eyes that peered through the gap were at first tired from work, but on meeting the image softened into a smile. Leigh’s expression quickly turned to playful mischievousness as her partner stretched and relaxed. Pulling the door to, but not quite shutting it, she slipped into the bedroom, tossed her coat into the wardrobe without a thought. Her scarf and shoes found their ways to the floor and her hat was tossed in a direction that she knew she’d regret not remembering later but at that moment, really, really didn’t care.

Leigh flew down the stairs, swinging around the end post with a practiced ease, ungracefully dodging the bag she’d dumped in the hallway as she bounded towards the kitchen, snatching two wine glasses and a favourite red from the sideboard. Spinning around she swiped up the box of chocolates she had bought for a friend’s party that weekend and attempted to take the first two steps together, before stumbling and catching herself awkwardly with her shoulder. Breathing a sigh of relief she took the stairs the rest of the way carefully, hesitating at the door to the bathroom. She looked down at the bottle in her hand and then caught her reflection in the mirror. Glancing at the door for the second time she returned to their room, dumping the bottle, glasses and chocolates on the bed and swiftly undressing. Now she was ready. Now she had a purpose.

Sara vaguely registered that someone had entered the house. Sara vaguely recollected hearing a thump and the sound of someone stumbling and cursing in the hallway. Sara vaguely remembered snorting at that fact. Right now however, she was in heaven and really couldn’t give a crap.

Leigh snuck into the bathroom, the door gently clicked shut behind her. Her bare feet moved quietly the few feet across the room and the wine bottle found the window sill overlooking the tub. The wine glasses quickly followed. Opening the box of chocolates she popped one into her mouth and resting one of her hands on the edge of the bath she used the other to snake around the back of Sara’s neck, drawing her into a deep, passionate kiss.

Sara’s brain exploded with pleasure as she was kissed. It was a mix of chocolate and mint and coffee that was intoxicating. She felt a foot touch her leg and the kisser slowly sink down into the bath with her, pressing their body into hers.

Leigh knew there was hardly any room in the bath to move and her knee found the gap between her partner’s legs, draping herself over Sara’s right side as she kissed her. Sara’s eyes fluttered open, dazed.  A silly smile spreading across her face.

“Hi.” She purred softly.

“Hi.” Leigh grinned, trailing her fingers up and down Sara’s chest.

"Chocolate?”

“Why not?”

Sara shrugged and drew Leigh into a deep kiss.

“Wine?” Leigh smirked and shook the bottle gently.

“I love you.”

“I know sweetie.”

Leigh’s grin only widened as she poured the burgundy liquid into one of the glasses.

All I want.... Finale by Cathy Brockman

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All I want…Finale

The next couple months flew by. Jimmy and I can’t get enough of each other. He makes me feel so alive. So wanted.

“I am glad you took my advice and went to see a doctor.” Jerry slips his hand down his pants and adjusts himself or scratches before sitting down at the table.

“Pour me a cup of coffee will ya?” He flips open the newspaper and starts reading.

I want to pour the coffee on your head.

“What do you mean doctor?” Sitting the coffee in front of him the realization strikes me like lightning.

“Uhhh, Yeah. You could say something has made me feel much better.” There! I didn’t lie.

“I’m glad you’re finally getting out of the house. You were really becoming one hell of a bitch.” He takes a sip of the coffee, dribbling a bit onto the paper.

I glare at him in disgust. It’s a wonder the paper doesn’t burst into flames as hot as my stare is. What happened to the fun loving, energetic, teasing, sexy man I married?
He gained twenty pounds and got complacent that’s what.

I pour my coffee in a thermos and slip on my sandals, pick up my handbag and head to the door. Hearing the click of the door opening Jerry finally looks up from the paper. One eyebrow slightly arches in surprise.

“Hey!”

I pause. Is he finally going to apologize for how he has been acting these past few months? Years actually?

“Where’s breakfast?”

 The force of the door slamming seems to vibrate through the house.

It took all my strength to not smash him in the head with the first thing I could grab. But that would be my coffee pot. He’s not worth that. Instead I will work off my frustrations on Jimmy. I am sure he won’t mind at all.

We have been seeing each other several times a week now, so we meet at several different places instead of just the coffee shop, to keep people from getting suspicious.

‘Meet me at the park. Stay in your truck.’ I text him as I get into the car. 

 Walking around to the driver’s side of his truck swinging open his door, I lean in kissing him harshly. Our teeth clack together, tongues meeting in a hot frenzy, and our lips bruising. We finally stop to come up for air.

“Damn Babe, That was amazing! But you got me all worked up.” His eyes heat up with desire, his strong arms holding me tight, and his large hands rest on the curve of my ass.

Slightly tugging him toward me; he climbs out of the truck and pulls me tight. I can feel his erection already straining against his jeans. I remember when Jerry was this eager. When he couldn’t seem to get enough of me. When did that all change?

He leans his head back slightly, still keeping our bodies close. “What’s the matter babe? You sounded so urgent when you called?”

At least he is concerned. Jerry would have taken his release before bothering to ask me. If he asked me at all.

“Do you have to work today?” I try to remember we are standing openly in a public place. But all I want to do is drown my sorrows in this man’s amazing body.

“Not until later this evening. Why?”

I whisper into his ear, nipping playfully. “Let’s go to the motel? Take our time.”

“Now?”

I nod.

“What about your husband? Don’t you have to be home to fix dinner?”

“He is going to a bowling tournament tonight. He won’t be home till very late tonight, or early in the morning that is.”

“Ok I’ll call into work. Where do you want to pick me up?” I look at his inviting bulge and get an evil idea.

“Pick me up at my house. You can drive today.” He looks surprised but doesn’t argue. He never argues. He’s So accepting.

“Won’t he be suspicious when he sees your car at home?”  He lets out a frustrated sigh. Pulling away slowly he climbs into his truck.

“I’ll be home before he does. I don’t really care anymore though.” I shrug and climb into my car. I blow him a kiss as I head back to the house to drop my car off.

Part of me wants Jerry to notice the car there and me gone. Maybe he would worry about me. Show some concern.

 When I get home Jerry is already gone. Not even a note reminding me about the tournament. The cereal box sat on the counter still open. The milk and an empty bowl sat on the table. The spoon dribbling a small puddle of milk lay beside it. How can one man make such a mess with a bowl of cereal?

I pack a small bag with a sexy negligee, some deodorant, clean underwear, and a toy I had thought would be fun to add to our explorations.

Jimmy pulls up as I dash out the door. He planned for us to talk on the trip over but I had something else in mind. He could talk, I would listen.

He didn’t do much talking.  Instead he did some begging for me to stop, then not to stop, and a lot of moaning as I teased and taunted him with my mouth and my hands the entire ride over.

 I know it was dangerous but it was exhilarating. I haven’t done anything that crazy and wanton since I was a reckless young girl.

Since I had him so worked up even before the trip I made sure he came. I did wait until we arrived at the hotel though.

 Watching him throw back his head, arching in the seat gripping the steering wheel so hard was amazing. I wanted him inside me so bad, but I had plans for the rest of the morning, and afternoon, then we could take a nap before enjoying the evening. Ahh the pleasures of a young man. Stamina, and lots of it!

We took advantage of the extra time together by spending the entire day in the hotel room. Most of it in bed. Regretfully we decided to stop and get a bite to eat before heading home.

We walk hand in hand into a little roadside diner It is surprisingly crowded and noisy, though there are plenty of empty seats. It seems to be mostly truck-drivers interspersed about and a large group of men gathered around a few pushed together tables in the center of the room.

 All of a sudden the noise dies down to a dull hum. The  large group of men suddenly go quiet and the ones with their backs facing us turned to stare.

 My heart froze.

“Teri? What the…” He stammered, his hands clenching at his sides. The men on either side of him hold tightly to his arms as he rose quickly, practically knocking over the chair and a few dishes on the table.

I don’t know what was worse, the mixture of shock and pain on his face or the crack in his voice.

 What have I done?

 Jerking my hand free of Jimmy’s, I turn and run out the door. Jimmy is right behind me. He reaches for me but I pull back. What do I do? Where do I go? I look around panic stricken.

“TERESA!”

I turn around. Jerry is standing outside the door. One of his friends comes out and says something to him. He assures him there will be no violence and the man reluctantly goes back inside.

“The car.” He grabs me by the arm and pulls, glaring at Jimmy.

Jimmy steps forward. Jerry’s grip tightens possessively.

“I’ll take you home.” Jimmy hands curled into fists, his jaw tight, eyes fixed on Jerry’s rough grip.

“Or somewhere safe.”

“You just get the fuck out of here. Don’t you ever come anywhere near my wife again. EVER!” Jerry drops my arm and steps forward.

Jimmy holds his own, though he is much smaller than Jerry. He looks at me imploring.

“Did you drive?” The edge in Jerry’s voice slices through the air.

My heart aches as I see the tears welling in Jerry’s eyes, the taught lines of his ruggedly handsome face as he grits his teeth.

 I shake my head.

“Jerry.” I reach over to touch his arm, expecting him to jerk away. I was surprised when he fell into my arms, silent sobs racking his chest.

I look up at Jimmy still standing a few feet away and see the pain on his face. Damn! What do I do?

I pull back from Jerry.

“I need to go talk to him.”

“Just tell him good-bye and whatever the fuck you’re doing is over. Jesus Teri, he is just a kid.” I see Jerry head to our car. A horn honks and headlights flash as he pulls out the remote to his car.  The door bangs shut, motor racing to life.

“Don’t tell me this is goodbye?”

The pain on Jimmy’s face was almost more than I can bare. I never meant to hurt him. I look at him in shock.

Did he really think I might choose him? Hell! Of course he did. He never thought he was just something to ease my loneliness, to boost my ego. A toy.

 He thought what we had was real. How the hell did I not see that? All this time I thought we were on the same page. I thought he knew this was just a fling. He couldn’t be serious with someone of my age? With one fell swoop I break two men’s hearts.

“You know I love you? I am going back to college in fall. Come with me.”

I almost faint. Another big surprise. What next?

“Jimmy.” Something in the tone of my voice must have given my answer away.

 For the second time in less than ten minutes I watch another grown man fall apart.

I wrap my arms around him.

 BLEEEEEEEP! A horn blares out.

 “Will he hurt you?” Jimmy pulls back.

 Damn! His heart is shattering and he is worried about me.

BLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP! The headlights flash now. I guess that’s my signal to hurry up.

 I shake my head and turn towards the car.

“Call me tomorrow and let me know you’re safe.” He hesitates. “And if you change your mind.” I just nod and get into the passenger seat.

  The tension is thick and there is a chill in the air despite the heater being on. Jerry doesn’t say a word until we are almost at our house.

“Are you in love with him?” His voice still sounds horse and crackly.

“No” I answer truthfully. The entire ride home all I could think of was please, don’t leave me. Please give me another chance.

 I knew the moment I saw the hurt on his face that I would do anything to be able to take it all back.

 His hands shake as he turns the key in the lock. He pushes the door open and steps back for me to enter. Bang! I jump as the door slams shut behind me. Jerry’s lips slam into mine furiously.

Twining his hands tightly in my hair, he pushes me against the door. The harsh kiss turns passionate fast. I gasp in astonishment.

He lets me up to catch a quick breath. Our eyes meet. I haven’t seen so much passion, desire, and need since our honeymoon.

 He pulls me back into him. His lips meet mine again. Still urgent but not as violent. Strong and possessively his tongue invades my mouth. The swell of his erection pressing into my belly surprises me. Butterfly kisses touch my cheek, behind my ear, my neck. His hands trail my body as if remembering and relishing each and every curve.

“Go get in the shower. I can smell his cologne on you.” His voice is thick with need.

I step out of the shower and practically trip over him, standing there watching me as if he was afraid I may disappear. His always perfect hair disheveled, his shirt unbuttoned exposing his thick hairy chest, his hand rubbing his thickness over his jeans. Holy crap he is so sexy. There is the passionate, carefree man I married.

  As I’m reaching for the towel he grabs my arm, yanking me back to him.

I moan as our mouths unite again. This time his kiss is pure hunger, need. I see the glint in his eyes as my tongue joins his in an erotic dance.

His strong hands cup my wet, naked ass as he lifts me. I wrap my dripping legs around his waist and  he carries me into the bedroom.

   Letting out a hungry groan, he falls on top of me as I land in the center of his bed. Our bed.
He makes love to me like he never has before. Long and full of heat, lust, and love. I come over and over, wondering when he is ever going to stop. Hoping it never ends.

Collapsing on top of me, he shouts out my name as his body pulses, filling me with his hot seed.

We fall asleep tangled in a heap of hot, sticky, and exhausted limbs.

I waken and gaze at the man in my arms.  Dark stubble outlines the strong, masculine face, and his lips still swollen and red from all the kissing and exploring of my body. The scent of sex and sweat still fill the air with memories of our passion.

He holds me tightly like he is afraid to let go. The long soft eyelashes flutter, and pale gray eyes meet mine. I expect a look of accusation but all I see is love.

“Let me go freshen up. Then I’ll make breakfast and we can talk about it.” I try to turn over to get out of bed.

His arms tighten as he kisses my cheek.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” He states matter-of-factly, his hands now trailing down my back, caressing my skin softly. Soothingly. Lovingly.

“I owe you an explanation.” I pull back to look into his eyes. I think his eyes were the first thing I ever noticed about him all those years ago. Soft gray, like a morning dove, full of light and life. His every emotion would reflect in the deep smoky depths. The little crinkles of laugh lines now just emphasize, and improve them.

“No. I owe you an apology. I know why this happened. It’s all my fault. I took you for granted.”

My mouth opens and closes like a hungry fish. Not at all the reaction I expected.

 He kisses me softly and lets out a soft sigh. I feel his body growing thick against me.

Damn! After my marathon with Jimmy yesterday and the triathlon with Jerry last night, I’m not sure I have it in me.

“Jerry.” He stops me with another kiss. This one’s long, deep, obsessive.

“It happened and we can’t go back and erase it. If I wasn’t neglecting you, I don’t think you would have ever strayed. Would you?”

I just shake my head. I can’t believe he is being so loving, so forgiving. Blaming himself.

“I need to know one thing. I asked you last night, but I need to hear it. Did you love him at all?”

I shake my head.

“I need to hear you say it. I need to hear you tell me that you still love me. Like you use to.” His eyes meet mine. “You know he is in love with you don’t you?”

I was shocked at the note of sympathy in his voice. But that was another of his traits I admired so much, that caused me to fall in love with him immediately, his compassion.

“No Jerry, I never loved him. I do have feelings for him. We became close friends. I didn’t realize until he told me last night that he was in love with me. But yes I can let him go. I WILL let him go.” I corrected myself.

“Damn Teri, he looked so young. I hate that he is gonna get hurt in this, but I can’t share you.” He looks at me wistfully. “What do you want? I will do anything I can to fix this. To be the man you need. Want. I’ll try to be the man I used to be. I can forgive you and forget this ever happened. I caused it. I’ll never ever take you for granted again.” His hands slid lovingly up and down my body, his eyes following, as if seeing me for the first time.

His hand slips between my legs, spreading them gently. He rolls me to my back, kissing me. First my lips, down my chin, my neck, my chest, pausing to pay homage to my hard nipples. Those sexy, soulful eyes filled with passion and love like I have never seen before, watching me as his tongue burns a hot wet trail down my aching body. I gasp and arch into his face as he teases me. His deep, throaty moans are like soft rolling thunder warning me of the torrent of passion I am about to receive. He raises up suddenly. His whole body envelops me as he kisses me. The bitter taste of me mixed with the taste of him is like an aphrodisiac, as if I needed one. He made love to me again, gently, meaningfully.

What do I want? Everything I ever wanted, needed, is right here in my arms. It has been right in front of me all this time. Hidden by the comfort of the life we built together. Disguised by our complacency.

“You.” I gasp.

“All I want is you!”

 “All I ever wanted was you.” He whispers into my ear as he holds me tightly. Our bodies both still echo the throes of our passion.

“Call him. You have to go tell him in person. Let him down as easily as you can, but make it final.” I look at this man and wonder how I ever could have betrayed him. But I did. Now I will have to face the consequences of my actions. It won’t be easy.

“I love you Jerry.”

“I love you too Teri, I always have and always will. Now go fix breakfast. Go talk to him then come back and move your stuff back into our room.” He stands up, scratches his head, grabs the nearest garment, and tosses it to the floor after wiping himself off.

“I think I would have died if you would have chosen him.” His voice was low and sad.

I look at him in awe. Chuckling to myself as I realize even with all his bad habits, every I ever wanted had been here along. I just couldn’t see it for all the clutter in my heart. It took almost losing him to figure it out.

“All I ever wanted was the man I married. Welcome back.”

Not the End but a new beginning!

If you missed the beginning you can find it here

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Part 4 here

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Cabaret

Did you enjoy the Artisan?  I sure did.  This week is a new tale, a new seduction, a new chance to delve into illicit passions.

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by

 

Ben Hannigan

 



The audience's eyes follow my soft red light as it moves across the deep rouge curtains. It is tantalising, tempting, guiding, and deceptive. My blinding beam silhouettes the figure that descends the centre aisle, step by step, more eyes are entranced, captured, dominated. The stage erupts with flames as the back of the figure reaches the final step before plunging the audience into pure darkness. My glow lights him from beneath and he begins, voice barely a whisper.

"Girls and boys, madame's et monsieur's, ladies und gentlemen...Cabaret"

I guide you across the stage, enveloping you with a soft glow; your clothes neat, tidy, not a hair out of place. You are in control of the audience, your voice and your actions, appealing to those who gaze upon you, entrancing them. Your suit a soft grey, so ordinary, so plain and yet my light touches the barest hint of what is to come.  The glint in your eyes as you hungrily watch the woman who glides across the stage past you. Gracefully, her black gauze dress swirls around her as she moves. My soft glow enhancing her features, highlighting her innocence, capturing her curls, a halo dancing around her body as she curtsies. The audience knows what is to come and yet I allow them to be fooled, drawn into the simplicity of their entrance, wit and charm. Her smile enraptures them; his self deprecating laugh holds their hearts firm. The connection between Compere and audience bound together as tightly as the very beams of light that orchestrate this scene. 

 I’m standing on the stage now. I can hear the band waiting, their breathing and the crowd; ah the crowd. How I adore the crowds.  Over time as I speak they become mine, they and I walking through this journey together as lovers. They follow my every word, their emotions dictated by my hand. I am sick in my stomach, my body churning as it always does before the show.  My heart racing though the band is playing as I begin my story. I cannot hear anything but my words and my heart. Its beat a sharp staccato rhythm. As the music comes to its crescendo, the routine a comforting welcoming blanket around my shoulders.

I know my role, my place. I have welcomed them to the club, introduced the girls and boys who are, at least as far as the audience can see and be allowed to believe, my puppets. My suit is plain, the light creating a glossy sheen of sweat across my brow as it bathes me in its loving embrace. I know the audience is mine. I see their shining eyes, their awe, their desire and fear; fear that I will let our Helga prove her femininity and most importantly fear that I will take this away, that I will return them to Berlin, return them to the drab world outside.

“Now you have met my darlings, my beautiful ladies, and as you see they are ladies.” I watch their eyes lusting over Emilia and Loren and grin a wide smile.  The smile with a razor edge to it, a dark mocking grin, that of a jester or a clown in the moonlight. “If you don’t believe these honest claims, Our Helga can perform her celebrated dance of the seven veils.”

The laughter and catcalls that had before so warmed them as they sat grinning and smirking, subtle winks and nudges amongst comrades are gone now. Extinguished as surely as it was I who blew out the candle. Their grins, now warped, show all the signs of strychnine poisoning , one grimace and I know they are under my spell. I alone control their moods. The move from giddy cheer to a sickening horror is sudden, though they cannot look away from the Follow spot for fear they may miss what so enamours or appals their comrades.

I appear on the surface much like my Vittoria, she is beautiful but she appears to be innocent, she appears gentle and delicate. And she is ... oh she is! On the surface that is, I cannot resist allowing my eyes to flash wickedly as she enters behind me. I introduce her to the crowd. Not for her the lewd innuendo of my opening act. She is the delicate flower that we protect.

My opening is filled with crudity and sleaze but also a soft, comforting compassion. It is imperative that the crowd see I love my girls, my dancers. They need to believe the myth, the magic. They need to be mine and they need to believe what I am showing them. They need to see her, this gentle sweet darling become mine through the power of just my words. They need to see her fall under the same spell I have over them. She is a comfort as she, at least to them, believes in the magic.

It is time now, I feel it. I’m flying, relying on my memories, on the way the club is filled with the atmosphere. I am standing in the centre of a storm here, the air charged with electric sexual tension and its mine to command.

And then, my glow burns red, deep, dangerous, passionate and deadly.

I feel the heat as the glow changes, deepening all the emotions flowing around the theatre. I’m looking into her eyes now, those eyes that make her perfect for this act as I talk to her, talk to the audience but through her. She is staring at me as I begin to prowl, the band now silent as they too slip under the spell. I feel the words flowing as the tension builds, I begin to weave the silky soft sentences that so entrance her and them. I am offering her everything and yet nothing. Promising to broaden her mind, to challenge and bewitch her senses.

The air heady with anticipation, I feel my sweat dripping down into my collar as I talk. My mouth on her ear but the audience can hear every word. My darling is smiling inside. I can feel it by the heartbeat trapped beneath my thumb. She knows this game, a dance as old as time. She begins to move, slowly shedding the persona of the delicate innocent slip of a girl, peeled away layer by layer as if it were the soft skin of a snake.

My words sensual and teasing fuel her shivers as she begins to shake. The audience hypnotised by her as I prowl, watching, devouring her and her alone, as I work my slow seduction. She is unsure, nervous and the audience are caught on our baited hook.

I have them in my hand, just as I appear to have this beautiful morsel. I am talking to her, they can see that but to each lady in the crowd I am talking to them and them alone as each man watches her hungrily.

"My flower, my lily, you are so delicate, so pure, so...tantalizing.” my voice almost oozing like a thick rich chocolate, they can see the words engulf her, her gentle blush, her coy movements, they believe her to be young and fresh. Naive.

Now in this place, in this time. It is real.

I run my hands across her bare arm eliciting a soft moan, the slow seductive sound moving through the mind and body of each of our guests, they are craning closer, flushed hearts pounding just as my Vittoria’s  is on the stage.

 “Your scent, your grace, is intoxicating. I see you, I gaze upon you, my fingers running over your silken folds, tracing my way up your stem, so innocent and yet so dangerous. For you have thorns, do you not?”

 My movements delicate and slow, somehow totally innocent.  Yet they ooze sex, my words mimicking this torturous blur, each innocent gesture and word seemingly more obscene than any depraved act seen on this stage before.

 “My love, you like the danger, the nips, the plucks, the spins, the way I cause you to whirl in the wind and yet forever find yourself back in my hands. I peel away your layers, a bright cheerful buttercup you rest under my chin, spreading yourself across me, hair tumbling like liquid fire. I want you, I will take you, pluck you from the earth and carry you to new heights." I undress her hair, gently easing the coils of tied plait out until her tendrils caress and almost lick her skin bathed in red light. She is mine as I weave the spell.  Asking her consent, begging for everything I have offered in my speech as if I need it!  

And... she begs, she pleads on the stage, dropping to her knees in ecstasy, the audience watching this pure innocent flower become something much, much more.  My words continued as I stare into her eyes, the line between innocent hints and direct overt, almost lascivious, demands blurred in the sheer poetry of my description.

“I take this silken flower, stroke and caress each petal in my explorations. This plucked flower, fresh from the bush, is torn as I begin to peel away each petal slowly.” The rose in my hand has become the whole focus of my attention and drawing the audience both to me and her.  She writhes and shakes falling back on one hand showing just a hint of lace the audience coming with her on this ride, on this release.

Her movements giving the audience, what I want them to feel. What I command them to feel; this and nothing more.

“I walk through the city and I peel away each petal until” I pause, my voice husky and unhurried. My Love looking up at me, needing me to continue. Her sanity held by this pause, the rose stripped to its very central folds a symbol and more.  I bring it to my lips and smile. "I gently kiss the centre of the rose. The perfume, the pollen contained in its core, its essence, the pure centre a divine taste on my lips.  Its glorious scent filling my nose, this moment of heaven, this beautiful flower giving up everything to me.”

My tongue flicks over the centre of the flower and the audience gasps at my audacity. My tongue parting the lips of the flower, reaching for its very core and then it comes; it rushes up, this sweet glorious nectar.  The first shaky orgasm of a young girl on the cusp of adulthood, playing a game she doesn’t truly understand with a man who wants . . . oh, so much more. I hear the audience gasping and moaning with her.

They experience everything she does as the feelings run through her. I see and hear the moans and gasps of this young woman, not just coming from her but from the women watching.  The men torn between her and their relatives; sisters, lovers, wives and daughters. The air is thick with tension and the tantalising smells of arousal. I raise my hands in ascension falling backward onto the waiting wires that balance me there. The rose dropped and crushed by my foot as I step back, a dark symbol for those few who can see past the magic. A warning of what lies ahead.

 I’m raised into the air just a foot, only I can smell the leather, the sweat and the strain we are under. I feel the taut wire cutting into my flesh. But to them I am floating, the master of all. I survey the demon incubus taking this girl through a journey. I smile beatifically at this group, consumed by the character I portray. They are mine. 

Forbidden crush part 5 By Samantha Kay

Forbidden Crush  Part 5

by

Samantha Kay

Jamie's stomach jumped when there was a knock on the door at 5pm.
His legs were shaky and weak as they brought him to his feet. He took a deep breath, and then proceeded to go and open the door.
He felt his throat clench shut the second he set his eyes on Darren before him.
Holy fuck, wow.
Please still want me…

Darren’s hair was ruffled, and his shirt looked worn and creased with the sleeves rolled up. He was balancing two take-out coffees in one hand again, making Jamie want to smile.

Looking into Darren’s eyes he lost himself in the big shiny pupils, glistening and highlighting Darren's gorgeous face. He adored the strong cheekbones and the stubble along his jaw.

"You ok?" Darren said as he tilted his head to a side slightly and furrowed his eyebrows.

"Erm. Yeah sorry." Jamie blushed finding his words. "Come in."

He moved aside to let Darren walk in, before his trembling hand shut the door behind them. The silence in the room felt heavy and pressurising. Say something. Say anything, just make conversation with him.

"Had a good day?" Jamie smiled weakly, before accepting the cup of coffee Darren motioned for him to take. "Thanks for the coffee. I need it."

"Yeah fine." Darren sighed, watching Jamie looking down at the floor with his cheeks glowing pink. Damn he looks cute.

Jamie’s heart sank, disappointed at Darren’s aloof manner.

”Erm.” Jamie mumbled as he went over to his desk, taking the project folders out of the draw. “I went over the delegations again today, I’m thinking we should change a couple. And I thought we could start the marketing presentation tonight, since we have the objectives set now.”

Darren smiled to himself as he watched Jamie flicking through the folders, rambling on about what they should do tonight. His heart was thumping hard as he pictured what he would rather they be doing for the night; Jamie laying on his back with Darren’s tongue roaming all over his body, before sliding his mouth down Jamie’s stomach and taking his dick into his mouth.
Darren grinned as he then imagined Jamie calling his name, begging for more, as he would tease him playfully. Oh man that would be amazing.
Darren let out a deep frustrated sigh as his cock sprung to life. His fingers were aching, desperate to touch Jamie to feel the warmth of his bare skin again.



”What’s up with you?” Jamie said, narrowing his eyes at Darren; who had let out a groan as he grinned mischievously to himself.

Darren shook his head, “Nothing, just, thinking.”

Jamie’s heart melted as he saw a twinkle in Darren’s eyes as he looked at him, admiring how beautiful it made him look. “You ready to get started with this?” He said, feeling self conscious as Darren continued to grin.

”Yeah, sure.” He said, inhaling the aroma of Jamie’s cologne that had caught his nose. He smells so good…

Jamie sat down at his desk, unintentionally staring at Darren’s crotch as Darren came over and put his cup down. He licked his lips as he shuffled nervously in his seat.

Of course, Darren noticed, and instead of sitting down he just continued to stand there with a smug smile on his face, allowing Jamie to stare.

Jamie opened his legs, making room for his cock, which had started to harden and grow as amazing sensations pulsed it.

“You ok?” Darren laughed quietly.

Jamie’s eyes darted up to look at Darren, his stomach doing a flip at being caught and his face beginning to burn furiously. A tingling sensation began to creep up the back of his neck. Fuck, did he really just catch me doing that?

”Sorry.” Jamie choked, his voice a husky whisper. “I was just. I wasn’t. I err.”
Darren raised an eyebrow at Jamie, who was staring back wide-eyed.

Jamie quickly stood up, his heart feeling heavy. I just need to kiss you.
So. Fucking. Badly.

He darted over to Darren and grabbed his face, before hastily planting his lips to his.
Without hesitation Darren grabbed Jamie’s waist and kissed him back. Gasping as he let his tongue dive through Jamie’s lips.

”I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.” Jamie panted, as his hands then clutched at the back of Darren’s neck.

”Me neither.” Darren said lost for breath, his body becoming hot as his arms encased Jamie affectionately.

Darren backed Jamie up against the wall, before letting his hungry mouth wonder down Jamie’s face and into his neck, where he then began to suck and nibble.
”Oh Darren.” Jamie whined, his cock throbbing painfully as a tingling sensation overwhelmed his body. “Why can’t I leave you alone.”

Darren rubbed his crotch up against Jamie’s, they simultaneously moaned, and Jamie was relishing in the feel of Darren’s hot breath against his skin.
I need more of him.

Jamie playfully bit at Darren’s earlobe, before whispering slowly as he rang his fingers through Darren’s soft dark hair.
”I want you to fuck me.”

Darren quickly pulled his mouth away from Jamie’s neck as his stomach jumped. He stared at Jamie, studying his expression. Did he really mean that?
Jamie’s eyes were wide, his heart pounding as he nervously waited for Darren to say something.
”Have you, have you ever, you know, been fucked before?” Darren murmured, struggling to concentrate due to the hard-on in his trousers demanding attention.

Jamie shook his head, his tight throat stopping him from speaking. His breathing had become shallow, and he continued to hold on to Darren; his hands clutching onto the crumpled shirt.

”Then no. I can’t.” Darren’s voice had a tremor running through it, his lips feeling dry. You have no idea how much I’d love to slip my cock into you right now…

A jolt of nausea hit Jamie’s stomach, and he broke the eye contact as he loosened his grip of Darren’s shirt. His cheeks began to tickle from the heat spreading across them. Why not? I thought he wanted me?

”Hey don’t get me wrong Jamie.” Darren said as he put a hand under Jamie’s chin to make him look up at him. “I want to. I just, can’t let your first time be like this.”

A weight lifted from Jamie’s stomach/heavy chest, and instead of saying anything he just kissed Darren and pressed his body up against him, and he let his hands stroke up his back and into his hair.

”I don’t care about it being romantic or anything, I just want it to be with you.” Jamie gasped as Darren pushed him back up against the wall.
Darren chuckled into their kiss, before speaking softly as he slid his mouth to Jamie’s ear.
”I wasn’t even suggesting it be romantic.” He whispered with a smile. “Just…more comfortable.”
”You trying to tell me being bent over a desk isn’t comfortable?” Jamie grinned, his eyes closed as he pictured Darren making him do exactly that.

Darren pulled his lips away so he could look at Jamie properly, his heart fluttering as he took in the sight of Jamie’s shiny eyes and gentle warming smile.
He’s so adorable! I swear I could just stare at him like this all day.
Darren tenderly brushed away the few strands of hair sweeping down near Jamie’s eye, before ever so lightly pecking him on the lips.
”You have no idea how beautiful you are.” He whispered.

A big smile spread across Jamie’s face. “You’re not so bad yourself!”

”How about, instead of rushing into getting intimate, we just, well, talk? Go out for a drink and talk?  Get to know each other?” Darren coaxed.

Jamie’s heart jumped, nerves making tingles radiate through his body. Am I ready to…date a guy?
I like him…surely there’s no harm in just going for a drink with him?

”Ok.” Jamie whispered.

All I want.. Part 4

 Are ya ready to see what happens next? 

ALL I WANT..PART 4

Jimmy text several times during the day yesterday. I was giddy with excitement every time my pocket vibrated.
It was hard to concentrate on baking and decorating though and I took too many breaks to see what he had to say. It’s a good thing I am co-owner and my daughter is the other partner. She even commented on how happy I looked thinking her dad wined and dined me last night. Yeah right she should know her dad better than that, but for now I’m glad that’s what she thinks. I blamed the constant notifications on my virtual farm.
 

I got my shower and went to my room early waiting for Jimmy to get off work. He promised he would text me.
We chatted for an hour or so then both went to bed so we could get ready for our big date. Date? I am too old to be dating… Oh, and married.

I bet I changed my clothes six times before I decided on a simple pair of jeans and a soft button down top. I didn't want to look too obvious or get Jerry’s curiosity up as to why I may be dressed up to go shopping. As if he would even notice, but I didn't want to take any chances. Of course I was right and he probably wouldn't have noticed if I left naked. He was actually glad I was going to be gone all-day. He said he could watch his games without the vacuum or dishwasher running all day. The only other thing he said was to bring him home another case of beer and some chips so he didn't have to go out. I wonder if he would have even noticed if I had told him I was going on a date with a hot man younger than our daughter.

 We met at the casino parking lot and took my car. There is a small town across the river with a mall and a theater and stuff.  We decided with it being a Saturday there may be some people I know shopping there, so we went a little further to more secluded town about an hour away.
We had a fabulous time. We walked the mall; checking out the book store and music shops. I had no idea a mall would be such an easy way to learn about someone, but by the time the day was over I felt like I’d known him forever. He even bought me some cute cookie cutters in the cooking store and we caught a movie after lunch. Both of us hated going back home.
He was a perfect gentleman. I figured a man his age was only after sex with a woman my age but he never made a move, though I could tell a few times that he was aroused. His jeans were tight, but not so tight it hid his excitement. I was glad that he wasn’t able to see how aroused I was. I stayed wet all day long. Next time I will carry a couple changes of underwear in my purse. He didn’t even kiss me, though when we got home he text me and told me how badly he wanted to. He isn’t as shy on the phone as he seems in person.

We agreed to meet for coffee Monday at eleven. That led into a date the following Sunday afternoon, meeting at the coffee shop pretty regularly and a date at least once a week for the next several weeks.

About a month or so later we went to our now favorite town. We had finally kissed a time or two and a little heavy petting in the theater. I felt like a young girl again. Alive. Sexy. Wanted.
I could tell something was off about Jimmy on the trip over. He was quiet and fidgety. Well this is it. It lasted longer than I figured, but I was wondering why he would actually go through with a date to break up with me and not do it over the phone. I was shocked when about ten minutes before our destination he broke the silence.

“Babe, I need to tell you something. I hope you don’t get too upset with me.” His hands were gripping the steering wheel so tightly I thought he might snap it off.

“Ok but why wait till we almost get there? Why even bring me here to end this? You should have just told me on the phone.” I felt like a caged animal.

He looked at me, panic on his face

“End this? Us? Uh…Shit! I don't want to end anything. I actually planned something very different for the day. I wanted to surprise you.” His face was white and he looked like he may be sick any moment.

He pulled up at a motel parking lot and turned to face me.

“Do you want to break up?”

Break up? Are we an item? I shake my head, regretting opening my mouth so quickly.

His face lit up like a Christmas tree.

“Good! I hope you don’t mind I planned our day ahead.” He opened the door got out and came and opened my door. I still hadn’t put two and two together until he popped the trunk and took out a small overnight bag and a cooler.

My mouth popped open in shock.

“Are you mad? I just thought we would take this stuff inside then we would go to the mall and get some lunch and talk about it? If you don’t want to do this I understand.” He was talking as fast as he was walking.

 I could still see the tension in his back as he got ahead of me, not even looking back to see if I was following. I was like an excited little puppy. We went straight to a room. He must have come over earlier and checked in or even last night. There was a long stem rose on the pillow of the bed. Candles and a vase of roses on the table and a small white clothing box. He watched me closely as I walked in the door he held for me.
The room was very nice. A whirlpool tub sat under a window with rose-petals and candles on it also. Man he really thought this out.

“I’ve been reading that magazine you buy. Cosmo.” I could hear a slight nervous twitch in his voice, or was it excitement? “I hope I am not being too brash, but we had sort of talked about moving forward?”

All I could do was nod. Still in shock even though I should have guessed by the way he was talking last night that he was ready for more. But am I?

I look over at him taking a bottle of wine out of the cooler and placing it with some fruit and cheese on the table. His jeans were tight on his firm round backside, his shirt pulling snug across his shoulder. I know I will hate myself tomorrow but, Yeah! I want this way too much.

“Say something. You’re scaring me. Do you want to just go to the mall like usual?”

I close the distance and instead of telling him what I think about it, I show him instead.

As my mouth closes on his, his body tenses in surprise. He lets out a little gasp followed by a deep course moan. He catches his bearings quickly and walks me backwards without breaking the kiss. Both our hands were busy pulling the others shirts out of our pants by when the back of my knees hit the bed toppling us both back onto it. We still managed to stay lip-locked. Eventually we had to come up for air.

“I take that as an ok?” He panted. His eyes an even darker brown than usual, and his lips swollen and red from the rough kiss.
He reluctantly stood. Lost in the moment I grabbed his hands and pulled him back down onto the bed. Our lips meet again, less abruptly this time. Deep. Hot. Passionate. I start unbuttoning his shirt. He pulls back. His voice thick and dreamy. Damn he is so cute and sexy.

“I have something for you.” He glances over at the box on the table.

I sit up and pull him close kissing his neck, my hands running over his firm chest. I tweak a hard nipple and he gasps.

“Want me to stop and open it?” he shakes his head, hands fumbling nervously with the buttons on my shirt. He slowly pushes it back and slips it over my arms. His eyes wide. He smiles in appreciation as his fingers trace over my breasts spilling out over the top of my skimpy black lace push-up bra.

“No need! You can model it for me later” He slowly kissed me. Long and hot. His hands working my belt, then my zipper. He slowly slides my pants over my hips kissing a trail down my stomach.

“Holy shit, you’re so hot! So sexy!” He gazes at me longingly, making me feel like the hottest woman in the world at that moment.

“Damn! You’re so wet! I want you so bad.” He kisses my thighs down to my knees as he slips my jeans to the floor. He sits on the bed to remove his boots and to take his jeans off. I watch him for a moment, but before he gets his pants off I lean behind him kissing his neck and shoulders. He sucks in a breath and stiffens. I wrap my arms around him kissing his neck as my hand trails down his lean stomach, over his briefs caressing his erection. I push him back on the bed gently.

“Jimmy, is this your first time?” He averts his eyes shyly

“It’s ok if it is.” I spread his legs apart and kneel between them.

“I fooled around with a girl once before, in the back seat of a car.”

I hook my thumbs in his waist-band and slip them down, releasing his hard cock. He isn’t quite as large as Jerry, but he is bigger than I had thought he would be. I bend over and take him in my mouth. I lick and tease while he begs and curses. I feel like a sex goddess.

“OH shit! Stop! I’m about to come.” He sounds a bit panicked

“That’s the plan.” I smile wickedly.

“I want us to do more. I want to please you.” He tries to push me away but I am relentless.

“Relax, baby. Come. I promise you will get your chance. This way it will last longer.”

“Oh! He gasps as I take him back in my mouth and gently message his balls as I suck in long hard strokes.

His back arches off the bed as he climax's screaming my name, his hands entwined tightly in my hair. Dam he taste so good. His excitement just fuels my fire. When I have all I can get from him I slide up his body testing to see if he will kiss me. Jerry never would after I had just sucked him off. Jimmy is more than eager. He rolls me over and kisses down my neck.

“My turn.” He smiles at me mischievously.

He reaches behind me and unhooks my bra. He sucks each breast eagerly, sucking and biting gently. The more I moan the more he nibbles. He works his way painfully slow down my stomach. He slips my panties off and positions himself between my legs, his tongue tortures me as if he has done this a million times. Damn! He is good. Jerry has never been this explorative, this attentive. He slips in a finger as he continues to tease me with his tongue. The more I beg the more he plays. I can finally take no more.

“Take me! I’m about to come!” I pull at his head to get him to come up to no avail.

He rises up for a second and takes a breath.

“That’s the plan.” He goes back down on me and brings me over and over. I feel boneless when he finally stops. He kneels above me hard and ready.

“You Ok?”

“Mmm never been better “I sigh.

He smiles so sweetly. So sexy.

“Do you still want me?”

“Oh Yeah! But I don’t have any condoms.”

“I do. But can you still get pregnant?”

I shake my head.

“But it’s still best.”

“I know. I haven’t been with anyone since I was eighteen. I trust you. Can we just this once? I want to feel you.”

Against my better judgment I nod. I just can’t seem to think straight when I am with him.

He slips his hand back over me sliding in a finger.

“Mm you’re still so wet.” He leans forward and kisses me. I feel him pressing against me and gasp as he enters me.

“Did I hurt you?” He stops moving.

“No. Good” I can’t even make coherent sentences.

He starts moving again as he kisses me, slow long strokes like a pro. He makes love to me nice and steady. I come quickly. He rises up and moves a bit faster. I come again. He smiles hungrily then hooks my legs, pulling them up over his is shoulder as he fucks my brains out. Excuse the French. There  was just no other way to put it.

We make good use of the whirlpool. Then the shower. Then we lay down to rest a little before we leave. Neither of us gets much rest. I have never felt so well fucked or loved in all my life. I’m screwed. Literally.

 What do I do now? What about Jerry? Will Jimmy still want to see me after this or is this what he wanted? My mind races all the way home. Part of me wanting to forget it all happened and the other ready for it to happen again.

 If you are new and want to  read from the beginning  part one is here

Two here

three here

 and don't forget to come back  next week to see the shocking finale.