Oral Dilemma: Etched

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 When we last left off with Roxy, she'd just found out that  her fiance' Luke had been killed. This  terrible news came the day her mother was buried, and on the heels of a fallout with her  father. There are times in life that seem overwhelming, like we can't possibly bear another thing. Yet, we go on. Sometimes  it leaves scars, other  times the scars are internal. 
The human condition  leaves us at the mercy of our emotions at times. 

Oral Dilemma: Etched

by

Ellie Mack

Read Part 1 here. 

Read Part 2 here. 

Read Part 3 here.

Read Part 4 here. 

Read part 5 here.  
Read part 6 here.
Read part 7 here.  
Read part 8 here. 
Read part 9 here.
Read part 10 here.  
Read part 11 here.
Read part 12 here 
Read part 13 here

Tara clung to the steering wheel terrified. I hated to do this to her. I wanted to tell her but I could barely manage breath between sobs. I clutched my stomach as I turned to the window, staring blankly out into the night. Trees sped by, I imagined every one to be a part of my life slipping away.

I began seeing bits of my life on each tree. Devon Miller taking Casey Reynolds to a dance. Devon taking Phoebe Yates to the party where I met Chad. Chad using me, lying to me and spreading videos of me doing slutty things that I thought were private. Summers lost in a factory. Training for long hours with Keith. Finding out Chad was cheating on me. Devon leaving for the military. Devon disapproving of my MMA fighting. 

We crossed the river - serene water.  Childhood memories, meeting Luke, training with Luke.

Forested scenery again: Mom. Fight with dad. Dad never there. Luke.

“ Tara, stop the car.” The tears continued but I realized my sister was all I had left in this world and I was being horrible to her.

“ Are you going to be sick?” She asked not turning her head.

“ No, well maybe. Just pull in up here and can you get us a soda or something then we’ll talk.” My lips trembled as I tried to quell the tears. “And get some extra napkins please?”

“ Sure Roxy” She sniffled. It broke my heart even more. While I waited for her to return I thought about what I would say, and how I would say it. Sooner than I expected she was back with two big bags of food and drinks.

She shrugged. “I was hungry”.

“ That’s ok, so am I.” I wasn’t really, but I hadn’t eaten for the past, well it was going on 4 days now. We sat in the car, and ate quietly. Well Tara ate, I picked at mine. I waited until I thought I could begin without crying uncontrollably again.

“Tara, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for yelling at you back there, for screaming at you the way I did. I know this has been hard for you as well. Losing mom and then the deal with dad and Tammy, well I've been really selfish. You’re all I’ve got now, and I don’t want to lose you.”

“What are you talking about Roxy? You’ve got Luke. At least you have a boyfriend. Tony broke up with me two weeks ago.”

I didn’t know. I hadn’t asked. I didn’t even know his name was Tony. I was a horrible sister. I bit my lip. “I didn’t know sis, I’m sorry.”

I sighed, taking a sip of the soda before I went on.

“No, Luke is gone. His funeral is tomorrow. I know you have classes, so you don’t have to go or anything but.” I had to stop, speaking the words out loud stirred up every raw emotion I felt.

“Oh my God! Roxy.” She leaned over and pulled me into a hug. I couldn’t help it, the sobs began again. Uncontrollable chest heaving sobs that wracked my body. She held me close for a long time and just let me cry it out. When I finally pulled back and wiped my eyes, two guys in a car alongside us were gawking.

By the crude gestures they made to us they thought we were making out or something. Tara rolled down the window and told them to “Fuck off assholes, my sister’s fiancee was just killed you morons.”

I chuckled at her frankness. I thought she was so clean cut and innocent, and it was the first time I’d ever heard her use any profanity. My nose red and swollen, with red puffy eyes I smiled at my sister. “We have each other, we’ll get through this.”

I turned in my seat, and took a bite of my burger. It actually tasted good to me. In no time at all I’d eaten the whole thing and scarfed down the fries. “I know this is terrible, but I could eat another one. I’m starved.”

“Yeah, we haven’t eaten much the past few days, have we?” She scrunched up her burger wrapper and tossed it in the bag. You want me to swing around the drive through and grab you another one?”

“Yes! That would be great. And a chocolate shake.” I licked the greasy salt off my fingers.

We’d get through this. I had to for her and I knew she was there for me.

Tara decided to go with me to the funeral. I’m glad, I’m not sure I could have driven. I sat beside his mother, she reached and held my hand while the minister gave the eulogy. The tears flowed and on my right side, Tara held my other hand, squeezing.

It was a closed casket funeral, I never really got to say goodbye. He was just ripped from my life and gone. His little sister ran up to me at the cemetery and hugged my legs crying. I knelt hugging her close. I was invited to join them for the holidays and I reassured her I’d see her again. We didn’t attend the wake, Tara and I drove back to my apartment. Well, to our apartment, that had been Luke’s apartment.

I walked in, it smelled like Luke. I went to the bed and collapsed on it, curled up as the tears flowed silently clutching his pillow and favorite shirt. At some point I’d removed my dress, and put on his shirt, and then his drawstring shorts. Several days had passed and I woke to the realization that I couldn’t smell him anymore.

I was frantic. I opened the drawer and took out another shirt, it was clean laundry not Luke. I searched until I found his jacket, slipping it on over the tee as I lay back down on the bed. I vaguely recalled Tara bringing me food, or urging me to shower. I didn’t go to class, didn’t go out, didn’t go to the gym. I couldn’t manage to leave that room. 
 There was some part of me that knew that if I did he’d be gone forever, and the rational part of me knew he already was. Grief is a strange bird, it makes you do illogical things.

At one point Tara came in to gather soup bowls, and glasses and stopped. She crossed her arms over her chest and scowled at me. “Roxy get up off that bed and go shower. You stink. You look like hell and I’m not waiting on you any more. You said we were here for each other and we’d get through. I need you and you’re not here for me. ”

I didn’t care. I did however make my way to the bathroom and tried to pee. I looked down at myself, creases of wrinkly loose skin hung on my frame. I stared into the mirror and what stared back wasn't me. Was it? In those few days I had aged thirty years or more, sagging skin, sunken eyes, matted hair. In those days I had lost myself, my grief consuming me like a living thing,  like a parasite eating my life away. 
 Tara was right, I looked like hell. She was also right in that I wasn’t there for her. I’d been so absorbed in my own grief I’d given up on myself. I no longer cared about myself but I had a reason to go on; to amend the wrongs against my sister. It wasn’t much but it gave me a purpose. 

Oral Dilemma - Part 13

 “Your joy can fill you only as deeply as your sorrow has carved you.” ― kahlil gibran

Oral Dilemma

by

 Ellie Mack

I sat in the small cafe off the main lobby, glancing over at the coffee bar. Caffeine was the last thing I needed as my nerves were already fried. Down the hall a bit I spied the gift store. I took a quick walk down the hall to see if perhaps they had healthy juices or something. It had been a week since I’d trained and already I could tell.

I wandered around the little shop, looking at the baby things. Wondering, if one day Luke and I would have a family together. I picked up an adorable pair of Tom’s baby shoes - so small they would fit on a doll - and marveled at the tiny feet that would fit into them.

I set it back on the shelf, blushing as I moved down the aisle. I couldn’t dare tell Luke I was thinking about babies, we can’t right now anyway, we’re just getting started. I moved down the aisle, glancing over the various little gifts. Teddy bears, floral arrangements, books, journals, and various assorted items. A sigh escaped me as I realized I was daydreaming about babies when I spied the cutest little bear, with a wrestling outfit on and a mask. From the first training session I had teased Luke about being El Diablo, the masked wrestler.

I had to get him! I made my way around the small store to the back wall where there was a soda fountain and a cooler which held my favorite fruit juice blend. I wrote El Diablo inside the little card on his ear and tucked him inside the bag then headed back to the coffee cafe’.

Mrs. Reed walked towards me, her low heels clicking on the linoleum floor. I leaned in for a hug when she got close enough, she seemed hesitant. The hug was stiff and awkward.

“Roxanne, honey. Sit down.”

She sat in the adjacent chair, still holding my hand in hers as I sat with her.

“Oh Roxanne, I” She clenched her lips tight, her chin quavered just a second. “Roxanne, Luke is gone.”

“Oh, did they release him already? Is he at home or his apartment?” I looked into her eyes hopeful but was met with a vacancy. I waited for her response.

“Roxanne, sweetheart.” She patted my hand then squeezed it.

“Oh darling, you would have made the best daughter in law.

“Wait, what? Would have? Is, is he breaking up with me?” I was already raw emotionally. The tears flowed unbidden. “Is this because I couldn’t be at the hospital?” I pulled out my phone and started to text him. This was so not fair! How could he be this way? How could he just shut me out?

Suddenly her arms were wrapped around me and she was sobbing on my shoulder which of course was a cue for my own tears to increase production. “No, Roxanne. No honey.”

After several minutes she pulled back. She took my phone from my hand, and lifted my chin. She sighed. “Roxanne, Luke was killed when his plane crashed. He actually died in the ambulance on the way to the ER. He would have never broke it off with you. He’s gone.”

I sat there staring at her. Staring into those eyes, those caring motherly eyes. I heard the words but I didn’t want to let it sink in. A bare whisper escaped me “no”.

She squeezed my hand then continued. “The funeral arrangements are for tomorrow. I am so sorry sweetheart. I know as big of a loss as this is for me, for our family I can’t imagine how difficult this is for you with your mother just passing away.”

I was shocked, stunned; a deep pain within my chest, a vice-like grip squeezing, crushing the air from my lungs. It started with a few tears, then short gasps for breath as the words hit full force, ripping my heart apart. I gasped as the sobs began, uncontrollable as my chest heaved. My vision blurred through the tears, sudden panic as my world collapsed. Gut wrenching sobs, burning tears - I couldn’t breath. I wanted to scream but couldn’t quite get enough breath.

I balled my fists to my eyes trying to make myself stop, but it was no use. I grabbed my bag and tiny bear and ran from the cafe. I ran to the car where Tara sat in the passenger seat playing a game on her phone.

“ Get out!”

She looked up at me surprised.

“ YOu’re driving. Get out NOW!” She looked at me, terrified but unsure what she had done.

Once she had the car started, she asked “Is it that bad?”

I couldn’t answer. I could barely breathe. Nothing in my life had ever felt so painful. I just glanced over at her, my face tear stained and red and wailed uncontrollably while I clutched my little El Diablo bear.

Steamheat: When The Pressure Drops, Will the Fire Still Burn?

 What is going to happen to Eliza now? Was it just one night of passion? 

Steamheat:

When the Pressure Drops, Will the Fire Still Burn?

by

Ben Hannigan

    She lay against the metal of the boiler room door because noisy as it was, it was somewhere 

to think where she wouldn’t be disturbed: tucked away in a corner, hidden by the clouds of 

condensation. She needed the noise, needed time to think, to wonder. 

     

    She was scared, scared that what happened the night before was a result of pressure. Her 

and his joining as a release, blowing off steam. It was too much too fast too intense. She knew 

that she desired him but wasn’t sure what would be beyond that.  Is desire enough?

     She had heard him talking to her family, but was that simply because she was close to him? Was

that because she was there on the ship?  And really, what did she want?  Did she want that night to be

the fling they had on ship and when she hit terra firma in the new world, for her to set down in new

Amsterdam and leave him forever?  Or. . . . Is it more?  Does she want a life either in the new world or

back and forth? If she wants him, she has to face the contract, find out the truth. 

     So she wrote a letter, a long letter explaining her fears, her hopes, her dreams, and walked up through

the decks of the ship.  Up and up to the crows nest tucked away atop the balloon of the ship and

curled up. Long jacket and windproof goggles with an oxygen mask bundling her up, looking like the

storm trooper of the first world war. The jacket an ochre, the mask bleak and stark against her pale

skin. 

     The letter had been left on his desk, the coat and mask taken from the chest of his old clothes.  All she

had to do now was wait.  It wasn’t long, maybe thirty minutes before she heard his voice on the

intercom.  He talked softly, slowly, not touching her just talked, asking her every question.

“What do you want from us?”

“I don’t know. I just, I cant say goodbye in new Amsterdam like nothing has happened. I just cant do

that. I will still need to know you are OK, that you are sleeping, eating, that you're happy.”

“What do you want from new Amsterdam, from the colonies?”

“I wanted to run, to hide, to bury Eliza (insert last name) and to start again, but now I am close to doing

that, I cant. I cant lose myself to their greed.  The fear and the loss has been replaced with a cold

burning anger, a need, a thirst to find out why: why I was chosen, why my life was destroyed.”

“I’ll help.  We can travel, take leave and ask questions.”

“What do you want? Do you want Ellis? Eliza? A cabin boy? Or me as a person? Do you want this to be

real? To be an equal partnership?”

“I want whatever you are prepared to give me.  It's why I didn’t run to you now, why I am not up there

trying to prove to you by holding you tightly and reassuring you. It's why I am here at the bottom of

the stairs waiting, talking through the intercom.”

She paused and stared at the hatch back into the ship, she was close to deciding.  She could choose

anything here.  She took a deep breath and unlocked the device that pressurized the entrance and

stepped inside. Each step clanged on the heavy brass and iron staircase. The steps echoing inside her

head to the rhythm of her heartbeat. She breathed deeply as she reached his position the pair

dressed identically. As they began the walk back to their shared chambers she moved her

hand slowly, taking an age it seemed, but eventually sliding into his hand. Through the gloves he felt

her warmth, her nerves, and her future.

He smiled inside the mask. It wasnt a passionate, erotic, toe curling kiss. It wasn’t a long drawn out

hug exploring each other. It wasn’t him being pushed against the bulkhead and plundered but it was

a start.  Somehow a comfort that the pace was slowing and he focused as they walked on the heat

and the promise in her eyes behind the visor. The promise in her voice of time, of togetherness, of

something more.

 

Bloodgasm

BLOODGASM PART 1

This is a two part series that will bring out the vampire in you. Bloodgasm will make you thirst for blood and want something a little more satisfying. Readers sit back and enjoy. Oh, don’t forget to cool off because this is one steamy, hot read.

Bloodgasm Part 1

By Krystol Diggs

I remember like it was yesterday. It was about ten thousand years ago. I was 21 and at a college party with my friends drinking. I noticed that my boyfriend Lorenzo wasn’t at the party. He never misses a party. As I’m sitting on the couch two couples are on the side making out in front of me. I was annoyed so I got up to get some fresh air. While leaving the room, my friend Jalisa called me.

“ Soriah Marie, where are you going? They got X over here. Come on!” She said grabbing me back to the party.

“ Lisa, I’m not really feeling X right now, I’m trying to wait for Lorenzo.”

“ Lorenzo will be here just come on, it will get your mind off of things.”

“ Okay.”

I went back inside with Lisa. I needed something quick because people dancing and the loud music was getting on my nerves. I had my beer in my hand and I  started to dance by myself. Lisa handed me a pill and I popped and followed it with my beer. I closed my eyes and started dancing in the middle of the floor. I needed to release the stress that I was having. Lorenzo and I had a big fight a few days ago.

“ Lorenzo it’s not my fault that you lost your job.”  I said with rage.

“ God, Soriah Marie, you can’t just support me this one time?” 

“ No, I’m not asking my family for money so you can get drugs.” I yelled.

“ You take them too.” He yelled back.

I just plopped on his bed and started to cry. I was tired of arguing with all the time. My family was rich but he had no right to take advantage of them.

Lorenzo came over to me with his blonde hair in his face as he moved hair from his eye.

“ Look, I love you Soriah Marie. I just want us to be happy.”

Before I could say another word he kissed me. I pushed him away.

“ Don’t!”

He kissed me again, this time harder with more force. I kissed him back.

We started taking off our clothes as our lips intertwined as one. I could feel my gina get moist and I was ready to have sex.

Completely naked, Lorenzo laid me on the bed and entered me slowly.

“ UUgghhhh.” I moaned softly.

He started kissing my body as he thrusted inside of me. I could feel my gina getting wetter and wetter.

“ Man, I love having sex with you.”  

I couldn’t respond because I was so in the moment.

I pushed him outside of me and climbed on top of him. I started to ride him very slowly and he moaned softly.

“ MMM… Soriah, I love you.”

I smiled as he showed his love for me.

I started to speed up and have my first orgasm.

“ Oohhh Yes!” I said as I gripped his chest.

We were both so into the moment that we didn’t hear someone knock on his door. 

“ Oh my God! What the fuck are you two, doing?” His mom yelled.

“ You tramp get the fuck out of my house!” She yelled at me.

“ Oh my God, I’m so sorry Ms. Peters.” I said as she came darting at me smacking me while I was still on top of Lorenzo.

He tried his best to shield me.

Next thing I knew I was on the his bedroom floor naked, being hit and called a slut and tramp.

I didn’t want to hit his mom back.

“ Mom, get off of my girlfriend, I love her!” He yelled and he grabbed her off me.

She turned around and started yelling at Lorenzo. I quickly turned around put on my jeans and shirt. I couldn’t find my bra, and I didn’t want to find it either. I ran downstairs and out of the house. I went through the alleyway and ran down three blocks to my house. I sat on the porch and gasped for air. I began crying again. I couldn’t believe that Lorenzo’s mom called me a slut. We had been dating for over two years now. But, she didn’t like me from the beginning.

***

Still dancing to the music at the party, I started to feel really horny and mellow. Sweat started to form on my foreward and my body. When I opened my eyes, Lorenzo was there with a group of boys. I ran over to him. Something looked different about him. He was still wearing the same outfit that he was a few days when we got caught having sex.

“ Hey baby where have you been. I called you this afternoon and your dad said you were sleep.”

I went to give him a hug and he didn’t embrace me.

“ Lorenzo what is up with you? And who are the guys you’re hanging with. They seem so scary looking.” I said.

“ They are my friends. Look we need to talk.” He said grabbing my arm.

“ Okay, let’s go upstairs.” I said heading toward the stairs.

“ No we need to go somewhere quiet outside.”

It was the summertime but it was a cold night. My jacket was inside the house with the party.

We walked down a dark ally. I noticed his friends were behind us.

“ Why are they following us?” I said with a scared look on my face.

“ God do you always have to talk so fucking much?” He said to me.

I looked at his face and noticed how pale he was, he looked thinner then normal.

“ Look do you want to be with me for the rest of your life?” Lorenzo asked me.

“ You’re proposing to me here?”

He kissed me. I was already horny so I kissed him back and I started to get aroused. He snapped his fingers and his guy friends started touching me.

“ What’s going on?” I managed to say as we stopped kissing.

One of his friends started to play with my gina, while another boy was rubbing his dick on my hands. I started to get real turned on. Lorenzo kissed my neck slowly then he started to lick it. I could hear my heart beat a mile a minute. Then he did it and I didn’t even see it coming. He bit my neck. I couldn’t scream from pain but from pleasure. The whole time he was feasting on my neck, someone was tasting my gina and sucking on my clit. As blood was flowing down, I was having a orgasm. I moaned so loud in the ally way.

After I finished cumming I started to feel weird in my body. I was more horny but I felt so weak too. I went to say something to Lorenzo and it started to sound like echos. All I heard was,

“ She will pass out in a few. She’s one us now, Lorenzo, a vampire.

Sultry Summer Finale By Cathy Brockman

Sultry Summer Finale

By Cathy Brockman

As the night wore on, the ladies got drunk and excited dancing with men and with each other. Bonita found herself more and more turned on and more and more confused that Summer kept creeping into her fantasies. Deciding she needed to put some distance between the two of them she motioned Summer to the table.

“Hey, I think I’m gonna call a cab and head home, it’s getting late and I think the hottie in the cowboy hat you have been dancing the last several dances with, has ideas of his own. I don’t want to put a damper on things for you.” Bonita hoped Summer didn’t pick up on the hint of jealousy in her voice.

“Ahh, Sam? He’s just a friend. I’m afraid to take him to bed. I don’t want to jeopardize the relationship we have; though he is pretty tempting. I like Wayne though and want to see where that might go, so I’d better just go home too.” Summer took a long drink, eyes cast down at the table as if in deep thought.

“Why don’t you stay over tonight”, she said, a hint of hopefulness in her voice and desire in her eyes.

Bonita sat quietly for a moment thinking whether or not this would be a good idea. Summer squeezed her thigh lightly and Bonita nodded in agreement. Bonita paid the bill and they called a cab.

~~~~

The cab ride home was filled with tension, both women trying to decide what their next move would be. Both thinking of that kiss in the fitting room and wondering if there was more to the relationship or was it too risky for their friendship.

Arriving at Summer’s house, Bonita gazed over Summer’s trim, but curvy body as she unlocked the door. The combination of the muggy temperature and the need to touch her bloomed throughout her body.

“Wanna drink? I have wine and some diet cokes and a bottle of Jack.” Summer tossed the keys and her purse on the table by the door.

“Sure, whichever you’re having is fine with me I like all three.” Bonita put her clutch on the table by Summer’s.

“I guess I should have gone to the house and got me an overnight bag”, Bonita said, following Summer into the kitchen.

“It’s okay, I have an extra sleep-shirt you can wear, if you decide to sleep in anything at all!” Summer winked suggestively as she poured them both a glass of wine, and took some strawberries, a bottle of chocolate sauce and a can of whipped topping from the fridge, sitting them on a tray.

Bonita swallowed hard as she picked up the two wine glasses and followed Summer into the living room to the couch. Summer sat the tray on the coffee table and took one of the glasses of wine, patting the couch next to her.

Reluctantly Bonita sat, the heat of Summer’s bare legs touching hers, causing her to lick her drying lips.

“Let’s toast, to new roommates and a new start on life.” Summer clinked her glass to Bonita’s and their eyes met.

Summer’s free hand slid slowly up Bonita’s thigh as she sat her glass on the table reaching for Bonita’s.

“I’ve thought of nothing but that kiss since that night. Nita, tell me it wasn’t just because you were drunk.” Her warm hand slid further up Bonita’s thigh, stopping just as her fingertips reached the edge of her high-cut panties.

“Want me to stop here?” Her finger softly traced the elastic brushing lightly against the moist heat.

Bonita shook her head as she leaned in closer to Summer’s face, her hand now sliding up Summers thigh, rubbing her hot damp core. Summer gasped as their mouths clashed hungrily; both women’s tongues tasting, teasing, and battling for dominance. As Summer’s fingers slid beneath the thin layer of silk, Bonita gave into her best friend, letting Summer take the lead. Summer stood, pulling Bonita up from the couch, offering an unspoken invitation of following her to the bedroom. Summer placed the wine glasses on the tray and Bonita followed her.

 In the bedroom, Summer put the tray on the night stand, pulling back the bedding, motioning Bonita to sit. Summer put on a CD of Evanescence turning it down to a soft murmur; she lit a couple of candles and turned off the light.

Summer started swaying to the music in a seductive strip tease until she was in nothing but a lacy red bra and a matching thong.

“No. I want to do that. It’s all I have thought about for days,” Summer whispered as she took the hem of Bonita’s shirt from her. Straddling Bonita’s knees, Summer slowly raised the shirt over Bonita’s head, dipping for a hungry kiss as she tossed the shirt to the floor. Coming up for a breath, she gently pushed Bonita down on the bed, dropping to her knees, lifting Bonita’s hips as she pushed her skirt up higher. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and started sliding the silky wet panties down; burning a trial of hot kisses down the exposed flesh of Bonita’s legs. When she reached her feet she slipped off her shoes, kissing her foot and eliciting a moan from Bonita as she gently sucked one toe into her mouth, working her way up the opposite leg, kissing and licking. When she reached the now bare treasure she had dreamed about all week she began a slow seductive torture of licking and exploring with her tongue and fingers.

“Oh shit, Summer! I’m coming. Stop. No don’t stop. Please more. Oh shit! Yes! Yes! So good!” Bonita moaned and pleaded as Summer continued her assault through at least two explosive orgasms.

Summer stood gazing heatedly at her sexy friend, now lover, trembling in aftershocks. She took Bonita’s legs and slid them up onto the bed, removing her skirt and climbed up next to her. Both ladies now in just their bras and panties. Summer removed her bra and straddled Bonita, leaning down for a long, sensuous kiss.

Tasting her essence mingled with mint, wine and Summer’s unique taste, Bonita slid her fingers up Summers thighs, pushing the thong aside and started her own tease, strumming Summer until her friend began bucking and moaning. Summer reached to the nightstand for the chocolate sauce, rubbing some liberally over her bare breasts. With her free hand she reached behind Bonita, unhooking her bra, and then smeared the chocolate over her full large breasts. As she leaned forward, Bonita began licking the chocolate from her friend; licking and teasing each hard nipple with her teeth. Summer moaned as she rode Bonita’s fingers, screaming in ecstasy as she went over the edge. Summer collapsed beside her lover, catching her breath. After a moment or two to recuperate she grabbed the whipped cream and started licking the chocolate from Bonita’s full breast, also teasing and biting one nipple while pinching the other.  Summer shuddered and gasped as she sprayed some of the cold whipped topping onto her own mound, then onto Bonita’s.

“Now for the grand finale,” she said climbing back on top of Bonita, this time her firm round ass and mound coated with whipped cream over Bonita’s face as she dipped down and started licking the whipped cream before her.

 Both women climaxed repeatedly until they lay in an exhausted heap. Summer stroked Bonita’s face lovingly, “so what do ya say? Gonna move in?”

“Most definitely! How soon do you want me to start packing?”

“Tomorrow! Now let’s get you cleaned up.” Summer smiled seductively as she led her new roommate to the shower.

Not the end but a new beginning

If you missed the first episode you can find it here 

The second here 

The third here

Oral Dilemma: Match

Luke and Roxy have been training pretty intensely over the previous ten weeks.  It's towards the end of the semester, nearly time for them to go home for the summer, or find a summer job.  Roxy has a standing offer to  work at her dad's company, but if she can win this  match, she'll win more than she could make at the plant working the entire summer. Let's see how things develop. 

Read part 7 here.
Read part 6 here.

Read Part 1 here. 

Read Part 2 here. 

Read Part 3 here.

Read Part 4 here. 

Read part 5 here

Match

by 

Ellie Mack

As the trainer wrapped my hands, I cracked my neck. I was as ready for this as I would ever be. I was more in shape than I had been for the previous match:faster, leaner,stronger. My competition was a chick from Baton Rouge. She was 3 inches taller which meant she had a longer reach, her legs were thin with little muscle definition. Still, I wasn’t going to assume anything.

On the other side of the arena building Luke prepared for his first fight ever. He’d trained hard, given his all. He was far more serious than I had given him credit for. Luke was in the zone, but I couldn’t watch his match.

We had fallen into a routine. Workout, showers, back to his apartment, a healthy meal, great sex, then studies till midnight. In the mornings I’d go back to my room, do our laundry, study, go to class and do it all over again. It had been a full week since I stayed over. Midterms had me running like crazy, and we decided that we should both concentrate on our school work. Tonight, win or lose our matches, we would be together.

I wanted to watch his match , but I couldn’t. I had to focus, had to get my head in my own zone, free from other distractions. My friend Kayla was taping both our matches so we could view later and review what we need to improve. The trainer tapped my partial gloves “You can take Aleysia, she’s thin she has been sick. She’s not looking good and you’re in the best shape of your life. Make quick work of her Roxy.”

It was time. My stomach churned as I took a swig of Gatorade. There it was - my cue. “Roxanne Winters” As I jogged to the ring, the roar of the crowd seemed to fade in the distance. I was there for one reason, to win. I bound into the ring, spinning myself on the top rope, landing squarely on my feet as if I’d done it a million times but it was just the adrenaline rush. Bouncing form toe to toe waiting for the command of the ref. Aleysia flashed me a disconcerted half smile. I wasn’t sure if it was a cocky “I’ve got this”, or if I’d rocked her off her game. We were about to find out.

I took a hard blow to my cheek at one point, and a foot to the ribs. My game was on my feet, I tried my best to stay off the mat. We danced around the ring, exchanging blows, testing each other. I could tell I w as stronger than her just by the lack of impact of her blows. A flying roundhouse kick followed by a back kick to the back of Aleysia’s thigh and she was down. As I suspected, her legs were conditioned with cardio, lean with endurance, where I’d been interval training, weight training, and plyometrics. It didn’t take much for me to get her in a headlock when she was disoriented. Then I heard my name announced, what a rush!

I had to wait, had to go back to the locker room. I didn’t want to throw Luke off his game. It seemed surreal, my match was already over. I could have gone longer. I had so much energy I was literally bouncing. I stood ringside watching the other women. Inevitably I would be fighting these women at some point. I watched their moves, studied their techniques, noted their nails even to get my mind off worrying about Luke’s match.

After what seemed like hours, the winners were announced. I accepted my prize, but was more interested in the check that came with it. Also I’d gotten endorsements for local gyms, free membership, and more supplements than I would ever use. Then I waited. Waited with baited breath to hear Luke’s name. My eyes down, waiting, listening then Winner of round 3 men’s middleweight - Luke Reed. My eyes shot up and I saw him for the first time that night. His eyes were locked on me. He mouthed “ I won!”

My eyes welled with tears, as I watched him collect his belt, and other prizes. Once he was off the platform I ran into his arms, nothing was going to keep me from him now. I lept into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist, our kisses frantic!

He called in the biggest greasiest deluxe pizza and a 2 liter of soda for us, picking it up on the way back. We ate the entire thing then he got out the bottle of champagne he’d bought to celebrate.

“ I had this chilling since I left for the match Roxy. I knew you’d win baby. You are amazing, and you’re in the best shape of your life. You look amazing, but that doesn’t compare to the woman inside. The woman inside, the one I fell in love with.” He gave me the glass of champagne and set his on the coffee table. He knelt down on his right knee, taking out a small velvet box.”Will you marry me Roxanne Winters? Spend the rest of our lives together?”

I did not see that one coming at all. My chin nearly hit the floor, I was stunned. I sat there gawking at the ring for a while when he asked. “ Well, um babe are you going to answer me? I need to get off my knee here - its’ bruised form Leon’s kicks.”

“Of course I will Luke. Yes!” I pulled him up to me, the champagne forgotten in our kiss and embrace. Instantly I was on fire at his touch. My lips parted slightly as he persuaded me wit his tongue. His hand roughly cupping my breast, massaging and kneading, teasing until tight little buds rose to the occasion. I tugged his shirt off over his head and tossed it.

Luke grinned slyly and did likewise to my shirt. He dipped his head to mine, then moved lower taking one of the traitorous buds into his mouth, my back arching as the sensation rippled through me.

My fingertips trailed down his spine, into the waist of his jeans. I worked, fumbling to unfasten his jeans. My mind hazed with desire. Pushing the jeans down his legs into the floor. I don’t even remember him removing my own jeans, but suddenly he was there on top of me. I could feel his hardness pressed against me. His lips glided over mine roughly. “Roxy, sweetheart. I love you.”

There was no more talking after that. He plunged his tongue into my mouth at the same time he plunged into me lower. OH gods it was divine! Instant flood of fire throughout my entire being. I wanted, needed this.

Our rhythm went from slow gentle lovemaking to wild tantric movements. Fueled by the adrenaline of the days events, we pushed ourselves beyond anything we’d done before. My fingers trailed down his lean torso, outlining the hard muscles, while he put one leg over his shoulder, slamming deep inside me, causing me to scream in my release.

Luke didn’t stop, he kept going, pushing me on further. Another wave rolled over me as I lifted my hips, tightening on him, feeling myself contract again and again. We stopped long enough to each take a drink before he flipped me over, my ass in the air. His tongue flicking over my slit, over my puckered backdoor, and sucking my nub. I was moaning, begging when he entered me. It didn’t take much at that point for me to come again. For the very first time Luke wanted to take me anally. We started slow, but I was already so turned on it didn’t take much for me to speed up quickly once he used a little bit of lube. He kept scrunching his eyes, saying “ good, so good baby”. He’d go fast and deep then slow down, wanting to make it last even longer. Then he couldn’t wait any longer. Another squirt of lube and Luke pounded into me. I loved it. I came two more times before he began that jerky broken rhythm right before exploding.

At 3:14 a.m. We collapsed on the bed together, spent.

The rest of the weekend was spent in each other’s arms, the outside world forgotten.