Oral Dilemma Pt 2

Did you enjoy the first part of the new story?  If you missed it you can go read it HERE.  

Well, it seems Roxy has found someone that loves her for herself that doesn't care about the extra pounds. Isn't it great when you find that special person that values you for who you are?  Ready to see how things progress?  

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 Oral Dilemma Pt. 2 

Summer Blues 

by 

Ellie Mack

Chad and I were crazy about each other. He absolutely adored me, and like I said he worshiped my body. If at any point I felt bad about myself or self-conscious of my appearance he was there to boost my ego and remind me just how much he loved my body. That’s the thing though. He loved my body, not me.

We dated throughout my junior year. Over the summer my dad got me a job at his company and I didn’t see Chad for three and a half months. My job was grueling, physical labor. From the middle of May to August I had dropped nearly 50 pounds and was fitting into a size 6. I was so proud of myself. In the evenings I ran two miles nearly every day to help tone things up. I was really feeling good about myself, and feeling confident. I couldn’t wait to see Chad. I couldn’t wait for him to catch me, twirl me around and say “Look at you. Wow” then kiss me deeply.

It wasn’t to be. Devon actually picked my sister and me up from the airport as mom was working. Devon was watching for us. He stood when he saw my sister approach looking around, he looked right through me. It figures right?  I knew I was invisible to him but ouch. 

It wasn’t until I was standing there beside them as they embraced that he looked up realizing it was me.  The shocked expression on his face was priceless. His jaw literally dropped as he gasped, his eyes growing large. He nearly shoved Tara aside to get to me. “Oh my God. Roxy. Look at you! “ He lifted me off the ground, embracing me,twirling me around. Right image, wrong guy. Then he added as he set me slowly down, looking at me like he thought about kissing me for a second. “Wow. Roxy I didn’t recognize you. Wow.” He hugged me again. But I knew he didn’t really want to kiss me. It did make me feel good that he at least noticed. We talked a bit like we did in the old times.

On the drive back to our house, he bought Tara and me a large ice tea. We talked casually  in an easy friendly manner. It was amazing how fast it was just like when we were kids playing in a fort. There was a comfortable ease with Devon. When we arrived at home he helped carry in our bags. Tara immediately called her friends to go out. Devon sat on the stool in the kitchen and talked with me, sharing ice tea.

It was really great, we talked like we used to before I got fat. Before I became the chubby girl at school that he didn't want to be seen with. It was casual, comfortable, without any awkward moments - an unforced natural rhythm.  I was about to ask how many hours he had logged in the gym when Devon started telling me about his job working for his dad’s contracting firm. He was noticeably bulked from what he had been before. Not that Devon was a skinny guy, but the added muscle looked really good on him. He could have easily been a model. 

I texted Chad to let him know I was home when I went to the bathroom, but he said he was at work and would come by in the morning. That was a disappointment. Sitting in the kitchen with Devon looking so hot kind of got me worked up, and well  I was hoping that Chad would at least want to come by after he got off work to get reacquainted. I washed my face trying to hide the flush of heat I felt. 

when I returned to the kitchen Devon asked if we could order a pizza, said he enjoyed talking with me. Who was I to argue?

We shared a pizza, ice tea, and funny stories about our summers. We sat out on the deck in the summer evening watching lightning bugs, reminiscing about when we were kids.At one point he reached for my hand, holding it like it was the most natural thing in the world.  A few minutes later he let go and took the empty pizza box inside to the trash bin.

“So Roxy, what do you see in that dork Chad anyways? You deserve better than him. “ He leaned in towards me as he sat on the edge of his chair.  He took my hand again, his thumb caressing over the small triangle of skin between my thumb and fore finger. 

I blushed. “He gets me Devon. He appreciates me for who I am.”  I could barely think with him caressing that little bit of my hand.

He stared into his glass swirling his ice tea. “ You know he talks.”

“Oh?” I’d talked about our relationship to Angie, the girl I worked with over the summer. “What about?”

Devon looked out over the lawn,  staring off into the distance.  A few seconds later he sighed and turned towards me, his eyes locked on mine. “He tells everyone you’re his slut. That you’ll do anything he asks. He doesn’t respect you, he's  using you Roxy.”

I couldn’t help but blush. Of all the people to hear this from I got to hear it from Devon. I suppose it was true in a sense. I was rather slutty with Chad, and had done everything he asked. I enjoyed all aspects of sex with Chad, but sitting there at that moment with Devon I felt dirty and cheap.  I wanted to crawl under a rock and hide.

“ He likes my curves.”

“You know Roxy, there are people that like you for you not for what you will do for them. “ He slugged down the last of his tea. He leaned over,  my hand in his and pulled me to my feet. “Don’t let him treat you like this. You’re better than that.”

He hugged me tight. Oh it felt so nice to be in his arms. We just seemed to fit. Of course if I hadn’t lost all that weight he’d probably never have even hugged me, certainly wouldn't have been able to wrap his arms around me like he did.  I felt safe, secure, and loved for that brief few seconds in his arms. For a minute or so it looked like he might kiss me, then he dropped his eyes down and squeezed my hand. “I, I’ve gotta go. Gotta get up early in the morning for work. “

I walked through the kitchen to the front door with him. “Thanks for picking me and Tara up from the airport. I really appreciate it.” I pulled him back for another hug."And for the company and the pizza."

He held me for just a couple seconds then sighed. “It’s great to see you again Roxy and you look amazing.” He kissed my cheek then left.

How is it that Chad kissing me, and doing everything else we did together didn’t move me like that one simple kiss on my cheek? I must have stood there for ten minutes staring after him.

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Sunday afternoon Chad finally called. Our flight arrived on a Friday afternoon. I expected a text or something, I was anxious to see him. It had been three and a half months! I was on the back deck talking with Angie on my cell watching Devon mow his parent’s backyard shirtless. Come on, you would too. I’m telling you those extra pounds of muscles were truly a work of art. It was like a marble statue come to life.  His six pack abs were visible from my deck and my fingers ached to touch them.  His skin glistened in the sun from his perspiration and I wanted so much to taste the saltiness of his skin.  I imagined him holding me like he had Friday evening only shirtless.  I was barely conscious of agreeing with Angie's monologue.  I didn't notice the sliding glass patio door open.

“Roxy?”

I dropped my phone. I ‘d been caught ogling Devon. “Oh hey Chad. I missed you.” I stood quickly and threw my arms around him waiting for the spinning turn, and ‘wow baby you look amazing’. I stood there for several seconds before realizing it wasn't going to happen.  Hmm, at least Devon had been happy to see me.

He stopped about two feet from me. “Where’s the rest of you?”

“ I told you I’d lost a little bit of weight Chad.”

He combed his fingers through his hair. “Damn. You said a little weight not half your fucking body.”

“Huh?” I stopped my movement towards him.

“You said you lost a little weight. How much fucking weight did you lose Roxy?”

“About 50 pounds total. It was a lot of hard work. The job was grueling and I worked out like crazy trying to tone up and be sexy, but I feel great.”

He stepped towards me finally, pulling me into his arms, kissing me hard. It felt awkward and forced.

His hand slid down my back to my ass. “Roxy, I can get all of your ass in one hand.”

“I know, isn’t it great?” I grinned wide. 

His expression remained staunch, his jaw clenched.  He mumbled something I couldn’t understand and hugged me tight. “I’m glad you’re home babe. Missed you.”

We stood there him hugging me. I’m not sure why I did it but I glanced over to where Devon was mowing. He’d stopped and was looking towards us. There I was standing with Chad’s hand on my ass. I felt guilty as if I were betraying Devon but that made no sense whatsoever.  Chad was my boyfriend.

“So you want to go grab a burger and shake and go over to my place?” he asked quickly, before kissing me again.  "Then maybe you'll let me get reacquainted with your new body."

“Sure, let me get my shoes.” I had to just take one last glance at Devon. He was throwing something and having a real mad fit. I couldn't quite make out what he was saying. I wondered what was going on with him. 

We grabbed burgers and shakes just as he promised then went to his lair.  It was what he called his basement room.  His parents basically let him set up his own apartment in their basement, even had a small kitchen.  Not that Chad could cook.  We were never interrupted.  

That afternoon as we were getting reacquainted, it was if he was trying to prove something.  Two seconds after he unlocked his door, he had me pinned against the wall.  He jerked my top up over my head. As he looked down he saw the tan lines from the bikini I'd worn over the summer.  "What's this? Showing off for other guys were you?  Letting them see my property?" 

"What? I wasn't showing off to anyone."

He roughly unfastened my jean shorts and jerked them down, seeing my piercing on my belly button.  "What the hell is this?" 

"I thought you'd think it was sexy.  See it's a little moon."  I tried to show him the crescent moon and dangling star that I'd gotten because he would quote that bit of Shakespeare to me about the moon. "don't you like it Chad?"

"NO!  I don't like it.  I don't like you parading your body in front of other guys either."  He shoved me down to my knees roughly and unzipped his pants.  He took his cock out.  "Suck it bitch!"

There was a moment that i felt he was using me just like Devon had said.  But we'd played at being rough before.  I'd done this for him many times. I began stroking him, caressing that velvety smooth flesh. 

"I didn't say stroke me I said suck it."  He pulled my hair, then thrust into my mouth.  I gagged a little, but went along with it.  He thrust hard into my mouth with a running dialogue of  how he was going to punish me for being away,  punishment for losing weight without permission, punishment for not taking care of his needs.   

I obeyed, wondering if this was some new fascination he had.  if perhaps he intended to take our relationship into some bdsm  thing.   I sucked greedily, loving the taste in my mouth.  It had been a long summer without Chad. 

He jerked my ponytail back as he thrust hard into my mouth, an expression of anger on his face.  I didn't' understand.  why was he so angry with me?

He pulled me to my feet by my hair. "You're such a nasty little  slut."  He slapped my ass cheek as he pulled my panties down, then attacked my clit with his mouth.  

I moaned as he sucked,  dipping his finger inside me.  He lifted me up to my knees forcefully.  He continued his assault until I came.  I grabbed the pillow, moaning into the pillow afraid his parents would hear us.  

He slapped my ass again, hitting square over my slit.  The stinging sensation on my already swollen clit was enough to send me back over that precipice.  I was already coming when he entered me.   I was on my hands and knees and he was getting really rough.  Pounding me hard, as he spanked my ass cheek.  Chad went on and on about punishing me, as he used me roughly.  

He stopped rather unexpectedly  but pushed my head down into the pillow. 

"I think I'll have to teach you by proper punishment."  He spanked my cheek again then licked me.  "Were you this wet for other guys over the summer, huh slut?"

"No, there was no one this summer."

"Are you sure?   Waving this ass around in a bikini?  There had to be someone."  He slapped my cheek hard, leaving a sting.  His tongue was on me, inside me plunging into me driving me wild, pushing me towards the precipice again.  

I moaned, reaching for him.  He slapped my hand away.  "I'm not done with you slut." 

He grabbed my hand and held it behind my back.  then he leaned over to get something from his gym bag and tied both my hands together behind my back.  I'm going to teach you just who's slut you are, Do you understand me?" 

I nodded.  I had to admit I was beyond aroused.  I was so damn horny.  I'd waited all summer,  thinking about being with him again.  if I hadn't been so out of my mind horny, but i was.  At that moment he owned me. I had lost myself to him, had given up my will to be dominated by him.  

I felt his tongue slide over my tight rosebud.  That was something new that we'd not tried before.  It was oddly exciting.  A part of me felt we shouldn't but a part of me, I guess the slut part of me wanted it.  His tongue teased the delicate skin there.  Feathering swipes of his tongue teasing then pushing into me.  

 I gasped as his tongue entered my ass.  "Oh wow, baby."

 He spanked me again. "Is there anything you don't like slut?"  

I didn't know how to answer,  because at that moment I craved his touch, craved the affection, wanted more of what he was doing.  I shook my head and weakly managed to squeak out a " no nothing. "

He reached into his bag and squirted something, rubbing it into my ass.  soon he had two fingers inside my ass working me slowly, I could see him stroking himself as he fingered me.  He  bent down licking over my nub, across my slit and plunging his tongue inside me.  I groaned into the pillow.   

He positioned his cock while he worked his fingers, scissoring inside me stretching me.  If I'd have had half a brain at that point I would have wondered how he knew what to do as we'd never done that before.  but I didn't even have half of a brain cell working much less half my brain.  I just knew it felt amazing and I wanted more.  He eased in slowly,  being amazingly gentle considering how rough he'd been only a few minutes earlier.  "How do you like that Roxanne?"

"Wow.  Feels so good baby." I didn't lie.  I never imagined it would feel like it did.  I had imagined something painful and unpleasant, but it was really hot.  Especially since he was being so gentle.  Well, at first anyway.  After just a minute or two he sped up, and started getting rather rough with me. 

"Who's slut are you Roxanne?"  He thrust in deep and hard.  

"Yours Chad.  Only yours."  I could barely get the words out as he fingered my slit while he pounded into me.  

A rough slap to my ass cheek as he yelled.  "NO!  I want to hear you say it.  Who's slut are you Roxanne?"

"Yours Chad."  I said a little louder as he pounded into me, his fingers working faster. 

"NO!  Damn it Roxanne.  I w ant to hear you say it.  Want you to say, I'm Chad's slut."  He slapped my cheek again.  I imagined that my behind was pretty red at that point.  He flipped the lamp on, and pounded harder, deeper, rougher.  "Now say it!"   He grabbed my ponytail as he thrust into me.  

"I'm Chad's slut!"  He had me repeat it three times before he came inside my ass.  Then he pulled out this rubber plug and shoved it up my ass.  

"Now, I want you to keep that in for the rest of the evening with my come inside you to remind you you're mine."  He kissed me hard before he strode to the shower.  

I was so in shock, I obeyed.  I did as he asked.  I found myself in a state of bewildered 'doing what he said' over the next few weeks.

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For the two weeks Chad and I were together once school started his friends began hitting on me. It was flattering of course as they’d never given me the time of day before. But the strange thing is that Chad almost encouraged it. Then Joey Maldonick took me aside and told me Chad was nailing his sister and was trying to pass me off on his friends.

I never cared for Joey, and his sister was fatter than I ever was. I didn’t believe it for a second. Not until three days later when I walked behind the weight training building at school, where Chad usually parked. I was going to surprise him but it was me that got the surprise. Christy Maldonick was straddling him in the driver’s seat bouncing for all she was worth. They weren’t exactly quiet about it either.

“Oh fuck Christy. Yeah like that. Oh baaaaaby ride my cock.” There was no mistaking Chad’s voice. 

"Yeah Chad. Oh fuck you're good.  Make me come then fuck my ass. "

I stood there like an idiot with my mouth open gawking. So that was where he learned it.  Finally, I came to my senses and turned around. I ran back around the building. If I hurried, I could still make the bus. Tears were streaming down my cheeks as I ran past.

“Roxy, wait.” It wasn’t Chad’s voice. I turned gasping for air, tears flowing, my nose turning red.

“What’s the matter sweetheart?” It was Devon. He ran towards me with sincere concern in his eyes.

“I just saw Chad and Christy.” I stood there clutching my books. His arms were wrapping around me. His sweaty muscular arms, and I didn’t mind.

“Were they talking? Flirting?” Devon asked calmly.

“NO! They were, . . . they were fucking in his car!” I dropped my books and covered my face with my hands as I burst into tears.  I cried and bellowed, using Devon’s shoulder. I heaved great sobs soaking his sweaty shirt. He didn’t seem to mind, in fact he held me tightly and said “I’m so sorry Roxy. I knew he wasn’t good enough for you.”

He held me till I stopped crying. It was long after the buses ran. I bent to gather my books hiccuping a little, my eyes swollen. He lifted my face to his and kissed me. It was gentle, tender, soft and I wanted more. My books fell again from my suddenly limp arms.

Devon Miller was kissing me and I never wanted him to stop.

Sleepover Secrets

SLEEPOVER SECRETS

Most girls at sleepovers spend their nights giggling, talking about boys and eating junk food while watching their favorite movies. But not Gracie and I.

Gracie Smith and I have been friends since kindergarten. In fact, most people joked that we are more like sisters than best friends. We share everything. Secrets. Clothes. Books. And something that no one else knew knew about nor saw coming. Gracie and I have been sleeping together for almost two years.

I don't really remember how it started. We had been sleeping at each others houses for over twelve years and nothing had ever happened. We shared stories about boyfriends and crushes. Neither of us had ever thought of ourselves as anything but straight, never questioned our sexuality. And we still don't. Which is how, after almost an hour of ice cream, cookie dough, and wondering how Derek Johnson could possibly pick Tracy Morgan over me I wound up in bed next to my best friend.

Gracie had pulled my shirt off several minutes ago and was drawing slow circles around my belly button with her finger tips, every once in a while twirling my light blue belly button ring. Her fingers had slowly been gaining my attention, almost all thoughts of Derek had left my mind.

“Feeling better?” she asked when I had been quiet for a few minutes, my almost constant rant ending for the first time all evening.

I nodded, the gesture accompanied by a positive “Mmm,” as her fingers began to dance lightly up my stomach.

“Good,”she smiled, her skilled fingers tracing just under the underwire of my bra, causing goosebumps to form along my arms. “We can't have you going to bed upset now can we? What kind of best friend would I be if I let that happen?” Her voice was playful and seductive, just the thing to finish pushing the last Derek related thoughts from my mind.

“I don't think we're going to have to worry about that,” I replied, squirming involuntarily under her fingers as she reached around behind me and unclasped my hot pink bra.

“Good,”she whispered, leaning down. Her breath was warm against my ear while she slid my bra straps down my shoulders, teasing me before she finally pulled the material away, freeing my breasts.

A moan escaped my lips as her mouth found my left nipple, her fingers tracing circles around the other. I squirmed, Gracie's hands and mouth were warm against my exposed skin now that I was down to just the shorts I had gone running in earlier.

“Good girl,” Gracie murmured, flicking her tongue across my nipple before moving slowly down my stomach. She kissed and flicked her tongue across my smooth skin down to my belly button, chuckling quietly to herself as I squirmed. She stopped when she got to my belly button ring, kissing the small stud that held the dangling blue stones in place.

“Are you sure you're ready for this?” She asked, her fingers curling under the edge of my shorts as she looked up at me, a mischievous smile on her lips.

I didn't so much as hesitate before nodding enthusiastically, “Yes.”

TO BE CONTINUED....

Swingers - Pt 2

 

Get a free preview here of Abyrne's  story!  Scroll to the bottom to catch the first part if you missed that. Now, let's join Tangyr and Colb at the party.
 

Swingers Pt 2

by

Abyrne Mostyn

With the soft ‘snick’ of the door, he glanced about the room finding nothing of note. It was a simple room made for nothing in particular, save preparation. This was new. Usually, they would gather in a room with those from the group that evening and mingle away until something or someone triggered their interest and they moved to a room apart from the crowd. Tonight with its props was bound to be interesting. At parties past they had been paired up randomly instead of left to mingle and select by their own choices. From what he had seen in his bag, this night might be as well. How intriguing. How exciting. Would they know, or would the adventure be finding ‘the one’?

Every party was different, and yet the same. The evening’s festivities concluded there was always a take away, and that was what made it worth returning time and time again. You never knew what the take away would be. Colb and Tangyr had made the take away their secret prize. Each morning as they left, neither would tell what they had been given as their ‘keepsake’, instead rushing home to show the other what, and how.

Pondering this, sitting on a small sofa thinking back over the past, catching the lilting laughter from across the hall as Tangyr found something amusing, the previous March popped to mind. The theme that night had been tropical and everyone had come dressed for a luau. The party had proceeded as it usually did, each couple finding a space, and their gifts in one of the rooms above. Colb had brought home coconut body oil and massage implements, while his partner that night, a svelte blonde had gotten a grass skirt with a pearl thong. Tangyr had gotten a fun prize, a collection of edible fruit body paints, all the flavors of the islands. They had put them to good use upon reaching their upper west side loft that morning.

Between the coconut oil and the various fruit smells you would never have guessed that a cold March wind was blowing through Boston. Tangyr sprawled out on the throw looking every bit fresh from the islands.  They had escaped to the beach for a Sunday morning, listening to a steel drums cd they had from their honeymoon to the Caribbean years before. Her dark hair fanned out above her, long tan legs and curvy shape wearing nothing but fruit body paint and a smile. She was radiant. Her generous curves flush with excitement; he could not help but be aroused. She was perfect.

Perfection of course being speculative. To him she was everything and then some. More than a mouthful, but just right for his hands. Her stomach not ‘Hollywood rail’ but more reminiscent of Hollywood Rat Pack days. Curves and cushion. Soft and feminine. The kind of female that a man could lose himself in and not worry about breaking. Sturdy. Strong. A woman made for a man like him. She was not flab, but she shook a little with the tickle of the watercolor brush when he applied the paints. Sexy as hell.

She was erotic defined. Not afraid or so intimidated by herself to let herself be seen. To be touched. To be tasted. God how he had done all of that and more. Her silhouette in the other doorway tonight nearly had him grabbing her and whisking them back home. Her ass, high and heart shaped made him drool. She would jab at herself as having ‘too much in the tank’, though he believed it was just so she could hear him say how much he loved it, and show her. Watching that door close across the hall had been painful. Even now, the evidence of his want for her making him have to shift on his journey down memory lane back to their Sunday in Hawaii.

Watching her was easily his favorite past time, but watching her paint herself where she wanted him to go was like winning Super bowl tickets sitting on the sidelines with the players. He nearly blew twice when she drew the tiniest trail...so close, but not quite where he was dying to be. Painstakingly slow she drew his path, giving him explicit directions on where to begin and where the “X” was on this treasure map of hers. Changing flavors here and there, explaining the need for variety and complementing tastes and such, he was nearly rabid by the time she had stopped giggling, was done and ready.

The most difficult was to return the torture. Nibbling here, sucking there, and flatting his lips together to suck tight to the trail but not overshoot and miss the rest of his journey. Her moans, and squeals changing over to wails and weeping as he gave back exactly along the path, teasing her higher.

Stopping just short of the end, looking up with a wicked grin, grabbing the mango orange paint, spreading her wide and pouring half the jar along the rift of her. Her speechless moment of confusion becoming a raspy wail when he announced, “I have decided to finish the treasure hunt later...I rather feel like snorkeling.”

Love Notes - Chapter 9

When we left off last week Rob had given Stephanie a gift, a rather unusual gift.  I don't think that's what Stephanie had in mind do you?  What do you suppose she'll do with her time alone?  Let's find out!

Chapter 9

by

Ellie Mack

Day 6  

            I worked all day on the presentation for the medical center.  I think the centrally located elevators and escalators near an atrium garden will make the whole thing pop.  I added a small water feature because the sound of water is soothing, and well hospital – soothing, yeah it seemed to work. 

            I've never told you but I have a photographic memory.  Yes, well I came back here, and worked on sketching out everything I saw at the clinic; the layout, the general floor design, I took it all in and stored the information in my little brain receptors, until I could sketch it. You probably would laugh at how I work, but I had my sketches sprawled out all over the floor, specific features I liked on the chair next to me, and more sketches spread out on the other side. 

            It works OK?  Trevor laughed at me, and made fun of my sketches but it helps me visualize, and see it in 3D.  He never respected my work anyway.  Why am I even bringing him up again?   Ugh, he’s already taken more from my life than I would have ever imagined.  I’m not going to give him anything more.  New rule:  no more mention of Trevor.  OK one final thing:  He's an ASS!

            I wonder if you’d laugh.  Would you mock me?  You don’t seem the type.  Would you be fascinated?  Hmm, I don’t know.  Would you be at least interested?  I would hope so.  Maybe someday I’ll get to find out.  This is what I do, it's how I express myself. 

            I missed you this morning, not being able to wake up next to you.  It made me sad.

            Oh and by the way baby, I LOST WEIGHT! SQUEAL!  I don’t expect you to notice, because you haven’t known me for long, but I’m stoked!  Maybe I’ll buy some new clothes here after all!  

            I looked around in the shop just down the street.  I didn’t find anything interesting, bummer.  I’m heading back to hotel now, finish up my presentation and pick up my work mess.  By then you should be back.  Take a hot shower together, have some more great sex, mmm sounds like a good plan to me.

Day 6

3:00 p.m. 

            It didn’t take much to finish up my presentation, I even ran through it twice. I had hoped that  you’d be back by now.  I picked up all my sketches and just stacked them on the table.  What can I say, I’m turning into a bad, bad girl.  Your present has been taunting me since I opened it.  I have to admit I’m curious and I did promise to keep an open mind to new adventures. 

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            Stephanie closed her journal, leaving the pen, in the crease between the pages.  It hadn’t taken much time at all to put the finishing touches on her presentation.  She kept glancing at the toy he’d left her.  Stephanie finished her tea, and wished she had something a bit stronger.  She wanted to try it , but was nervous and embarrassed.  There was no one to see her, and she knew Rob would ask.  She also knew he would want to play with it later with her. 

            That thought shot a zing straight through her.  Stephanie walked over to the fridge.  Rob had brought some things over with him that first night.  He’d showed her how to mix a few drinks since she didn’t drink much.  She took the bucket to the ice maker down the hall, filling it completely.  She could always use the rest to chill the wine later. 

            She opened the metal shaker container and added the ingredients just as he’d shown her.  Three measures of Bombay sapphire, one of vodka, half a measure of Lillet Blanc, then twisted the cap back on shaking it really well.  She shook it vigorously as she eyed the box, feeling a flush of pleasure.  There was something  seductive about daring to try something she had viewed as taboo.  The mixed emotions warred within her mind, the arguments for experiencing new things and those against tasting the forbidden.

            She reached into the cabinet and took out one of the glasses. She poured the mix into it and swirled.  Rob had a plastic container with lemons and a few long curls of lemon peel.  She picked one out licking her fingers, then swirled the glass and took a sip.  It was good, almost as good as when Rob had mixed them. This was a first for her as well, having a drink alone.  Oh, there were times she sipped wine at home alone but that was different.  Having a cocktail by yourself seemed foreign to her thinking.  Why hadn’t she?  Did she worry about what others thought?  Was she afraid she’d turn into an alcoholic?  She took another sip as she walked to the table opening her journal.

3: ish

            I have another first to report:  I made myself a cocktail just like you showed me and I’m having it by myself.  There is no one here but me and “the gift”.  Daddy used to come home and fix himself a mixed drink. I remember he drank Seven and seven; sometimes a highball, and sometimes Scotch.  I’ll have to try the scotch someday. 

            Usually when I have a drink I will go out with my friends.  Letti usually goes with me to The Suite and we typically get margaritas at happy hour. Love, love, love their tapas bar!  Can’t tell you how many times that was dinner.  A few drinks and a bit of tapas while we unwind and joke about the stupid things that happened throughout the day. 

NOTE:  Make sure to send Letti a gift – she’s an awesome friend!  She was there for me with all the crap with Trevor, and encouraged me to keep talking with you Rob. You may want to send her a thank you gift because I was so crushed after Trevor’s  . . . whatever you call it, that I was just going to hide in my office and never come out.  She thought it would be good for me to chat with you.  She thought it would be good to have a male friend that I could talk with and help me get over it. 

NOTE 2:  Buy a gift for Rob!  Don’t argue with me – you deserve it!

            I plan to introduce myself to your gift in a while, as soon as I get up my nerve.

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            Stephanie took a big swig of her drink, walking over to the box.  She took the toy out, holding it in her hand.  She turned it over examining it and giggled.  She couldn’t help it.  Somehow the idea seemed absolutely hilarious, and naughty.  She set her drink down and examined it a little closer.  There was a soft membrane on the base, she pushed it.  It began vibrating.  She laughed out loud, feeling the vibration tickling her hand. She pushed the button again and it vibrated faster.  A warm flush came over her as she chewed her lower lip.  She pushed it again and it vibrated so strongly it moved itself across her palm.  Her eyes grew larger as her hand tingled from the vibration.  She clicked it again and it shut off.

            Stephanie placed it back in the box and took her drink.  Her arm crossed over her waist, she stood looking at it.  Then she turned her hand over looking at her hand, it still tingled.  She slammed the remainder of her drink, walking back to the kitchenette area. 

            As she mixed up another drink, she thought of a name for her purple friend and giggled.  It was perfect.  She poured the ingredients in, shook the mixer doing a little happy dance when she decided she needed some music.  She popped her iPhone into her Griffin dock and selected her 'after hours' play list.  First up was NIckleback, and she did a little dance move as she dropped the lemon peel into her glass.  She picked up her glass, lifting it in toast to the toy and giggled.  She went back to her journal for a quick entry.

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            Thought of a name for “the gift”.  It is hereby named Mr. Prince!  I crack myself up!!  Going to  introduce myself, see if we can get acquainted.  LOL!

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            Stephanie walked over to the box, picking up her gift.  She took a big swig of her drink before setting the glass down.

            “Hi, my name’s Stephanie.  What’s yours?  OH, Mr. Prince nice to meet you.”

             She danced around a bit, thinking she needed a different song with a sultry beat, something provocative.  “So I hear you know how to show a girl a good time.  I’ve got a confession.  I’m not interested in a long term thing, just an occasional “booty call”.  See, I met this man.  He’s amazingly awesome.  I know you probably don't want to hear about him.  She took another sip. "Oh you don't mind?  Great because I think I'm in love with him.  Seriously!  He  is caring, sensitive, loving, adventurous, and quite sexy.  He’s very understanding about my needs, though.  In fact he encouraged me to get to know you.”

            She picked up her drink, swirling the glass before taking a big swig.  “I’m up for a bit of sport so long as you know I’m not looking for any major commitments.  What’s that?  You’ve been looking for a girl that just wanted a little action?   Oh, well . . . maybe you misunderstand.”

            She was beginning to feel a little tipsy, a little less inhibited as the thoughts of what she’d like to be doing with Rob filled her mind.  “See it’s like this.”  She slammed the rest of her drink, then set the glass down, blinking.  “Wow, that’s some powerful stuff.  I’ve had four margaritas before I felt like this.  Gonna have to talk to Rob about this.  I think he was trying to get me drunk before.  Anyway, I"m not interested in just a little action.  See, since I've gotten to know Rob, I feel almost insatiable.  It's like he flipped the switch on and I can't seem to shut it off.  I've got all these years to make up for.  So you see, you've got a real challenge.”  Stephanie giggled at herself for the ridiculous conversation, but decided she was having fun with it anyway.

            She danced back around to the little table and dug inside the box.  A bottle of lube, and instructions, and . . .”OOH!  What’s this?”  She reached into the box and pulled out a small velvety box.  She opened it, her eyes grew large.  She laid Mr. Prince down on the table.  “Oh Rob!  You are the most thoughtful amazing man.  I wish you were here so I could kiss you, and you know, all those other things.  Stephanie raced to the mirror to put the necklace on.  Her fingers tracing over the smooth gold, lifting the diamond studded infinity symbol from her chest.  It was beautiful!

            Stephanie walked back over and picked up Mr. Prince. “You see you have some stiff competition right? "  She blushed and and laughed at her statement.  "That's funny, don't you get it? Stiff?   It's funny!"  She set her glass in the small sink.  "I mean he’s amazing!  I don’t expect you to be buying me gifts, or calling me the next morning, got it?  And if things don’t work out – well don’t call me I’ll call you or not.  I’ll let you know. AS long as we understand each other, let’s get to it!”

            She moved to the bed.  She looked at the paper that said instructions then set them aside.  “Really?  I think I can figure things out here.”  She lifted her sundress over her head, and tossed it across the chair.  “Mr. Prince the first thing you should know I suppose is my name.  It’s Stephanie.  No, no last names. Let’s keep this as our little secret rendezvous.  You don’t have to tell me your first name either.  I like the mystery and intrigue.”

            Stephanie pushed the button once, and Mr. Prince began vibrating in a low hum. “Glad to see you’re excited.”  She rubbed it over her nipple then the other one.  The vibrations making her nipples harden and peak.  “Mmm, very nice.  Too bad you can’t lick though.”  She unfastened her bra, tossing it on top of her sundress.  She opened the bottle of lube and squeezed a bit over her nipples, then rubbed the vibrating tip over them.  Wow!  It felt really good.

            Her fingers slid lower, trailing down her stomach.  “Let’s see what else you can do.”  She pulled the silky fabric of her panties aside, caressing with her fingers, feeling herself grow moist.  “ I don’t think we’re going to need any of that lube, do you?”  She looked at her purple and silver toy, then slid it down her skin over her abdomen, touching against her belly button, down her lower abs to just above her clit.  She chewed her lip anxious to experience this new sensation, but a little apprehensive as well. 
        
          “ I don’t know, maybe I should have another drink before I let you get to know me intimately.” Heat was already pooling between her legs, thoughts of Rob walking in catching her made it seem even more daring and adventurous.  “ Oh what the hell.  Let’s go for it Mr. Prince.”  She touched the tip to her clit.  Her eyelids closed with the instant pleasure.  “Oh wow!”  She rubbed it against herself, enjoying the new sensation.  “Mmm, you’re good.”  She moved the toy in longer strokes, just touching the tip inside her.  “Oh, wow.  I’m sure Rob will have a proper demonstration for me later.”  With that she pushed the tip a little further in, the vibration sending a ripple all the way up her body.  Stephanie clicked the end to the next setting.  "Mmmm."  She rubbed it over and inside of herself, making quick short strokes, almost going deeper but not quite.  She pressed it harder against her clit, an instant jolt of pleasure.  She continued for a few seconds letting it build.  Soon, she was lost in the pleasure, alternating over her clit and inside herself., the pressure  building, she was getting close to orgasm.  She had to have more.

           Stephanie pushed the toy deeper, touching that spot that as of yet Rob seemed to be the only one to hit.  She worked faster, deeper pressing against herself until she exploded in orgasm.  She continued working Mr. Prince  until the waves subsided, then ran the wet toy over herself, down over her back hole, remembering the play with the girls.   That thought sparked a whole new wave of lust, and she turned the vibrator on high.  The tingles that went through her as it vibrated over her ass, then plunging inside herself sent her over the edge to another orgasm.  Twice more she brought herself to orgasm before her actions were interrupted by her cell phone ringing.

          She quickly jumped up to answer.  "Hello?"  It was a London number, but not Rob.  

          "Ms. Colson?  Stephanie Colson?"  It was a deep male voice.

          "Yes?"   She couldn't imagine who it could be.  "Who is this?"

           "Ms. Colson, there's been an accident.   Mr. Taylor has listed you as next of kin.  He's in critical condition. "

           She didn't hear anything else the man said.  "What?  Rob is hurt?  Where?  What happened?"  Tears welled in her eyes.  No, this couldn't be happening.  "What room?  Where do I need to go?"

          "Calm down Ms. Colson.  He's stable at the moment, but if you could get here soon."

           "Yes of course just give me the address." She scribbled furiously, swiping at the tears.
She closed out the call, looking around feeling immense guilt that she'd been masturbating while he was in critical condition.  "Oh baby I'm so sorry,"  It came out barely more than a whisper.  Quickly she dressed, and slipped on a pair of sandals.  Mr. Prince was roughly tossed back into the box, the lid set on top.  She grabbed a light sweater on her way out.

         Frantically  Stephanie went to the front desk and asked the man  what was the best way to get to the hospital from there.  Smelling the alcohol on her he called a cab.  It was only a few minutes before the cab arrived.  Stephanie thrust the paper in front of him, as she could barely keep from bursting into tears. 

Artistic Passion - Pt 2

Did you enjoy the introduction to Artistic Passion yesterday?  Did it leave you wanting more?  It's your lucky day!  Sit back and enjoy the second installment. 

Artistic Passion, pt 2

by

Ben Hannigan

It’s dark in the workroom, blinds drawn, two figures in the space. Night owls; one an artist, the other a writer. The girl with mousey auburn hair, the boy with ink stained hands, paper covering the floor. Both talking, animated. Him, in pj bottoms, ink splatters on the chest, chalk dust on hands.

She’s brush in hand, clutching a canvas, work drying around her, she’s in a hoody, the grey contrasting against the cream of her thighs and again against the splodge of yellow acrylic on her nose, specks of paint flecked over hands and skin.

Music on, both singing, giggling, working furiously in the throes of a muse. it’s a type of insanity, the writer and the artist, struck by passion.

Half empty, cold tea-filled mugs forgotten or used to clean brushes, pens cast aside dead, inkless. Pizza boxes, crusts left, now posed service as palates. Menus for take-out covered in scrawled notes.

Drained, they are dancing now, fuelled by another insanity, moving, rising, falling, joyously together amidst the paper.

Moving together, filled with a new muse, gasping, crying out, shaking, shuddering, pain, but a deliciously unbearable fly, can’t be painted, can’t be described, captured in imitations, gratifying exhaustion. They curl, together, amid the paper, using discarded sketches and drafts as a blanket.

As the rays of early morn pierce through the window the two dress in that awkward gawky way of emerging lovers, finding his specs on top of a menu for an Italian promising never closed, always ready. Finding himself ravenous, not eaten for days, gripped by wild inspiration they head out for the evening meal, at breakfast time.

Love Notes - Chapter 5

Whew!  I think Stephanie has fallen head over heels for Rob, what do you think? Is it love or lust?  Which is it for Rob?  Is she just heading for the biggest heartbreak down the road or is this more than a summer romance?  Have some strawberries, sit back and let's find out what they are up to now.

Day 3

Since we were up so late, we were rather slow in getting out of bed. It was noon before either of us opened our eyes. Waking up to your beautiful eyes has to be the best way to wake up - ever! Closely followed by the slow tender lovemaking of course. Oh,wait - hmmm, maybe I should reverse that. I don’t know, I think it was the package deal. Combined with the fact that I’m totally in love with you. I’m being really cautious though. I don’t want to put any pressure on you. I know you’ve texted me, and messaged me many times ‘ILU’, but you haven’t said the words to me in person. I don’t know, but I can’t help but worry that I might be giving myself to yet another man that really doesn’t love me. Is it just the sex? Am I just one more lay to you?

I made so many assumptions with Trevor. When I look back, he rarely ever said the words to me. When he did, they seemed flat and emotionless. Why am I such a fool when it comes to matters of the heart? Am I just a hopeless romantic being unrealistic to think that someone might love me and desire me for who I am? Someone that just wants to spend time with me? Is that really too much to ask?

The way we’ve connected online, I’ve wondered if there could really be something between us. It’s only been one day, yet I can tell that you’re exactly like you’ve said, no exaggerations or lies. That fact alone is such a relief I can’t even begin to tell you! Your pictures don’t do you justice. Wow! What a hottie you are! I had thought that perhaps you sent me someone else's picture, but it is you. Pictures can’t capture your charm, your expressions, or your personality. I’m not sure what you see in plain old me, but you seem sincerely interested.

*Squeal!* I’m actually here in London with you! AND YOU DIDN’T LEAVE! We’re going sightseeing just as soon as you get back with the coffee and crullers.

Day 3 - 10:00 p.m.

I’ll write fast while you are in the shower. We took one together this morning before we started. Well morning is relative, isn’t it? It was around noon. Anyway, we showered together. Wow baby! I’ve had sex in the shower a couple of times with Trevor and it was nothing like this. When you lifted me off my feet, my back pressed against the wall, with you moving inside me; intense! The warm water flowing over us like a waterfall just made it even hotter. The way you move with me is amazing. I don’t think I could ever get tired of your touch, or of you. Is it just you or is it you with me? I don’t know. I don’t want to think about it because I feel jealous already just thinking about you with anyone else. Which is crazy, right?

I don’t know if it matters to you, but I never had this many orgasms the entire time I was with Trevor. It was always rather mechanical, and he had one speed. I thought maybe I just wasn’t any good at sex, but with you I’ve felt alive and sexy. The passion between us is absolutely amazing.

I’ll write more later. You just shut off the water and will be out soon. I still need to take a shower as well. I meant to write down all the things we did today, I guess I’ll just have to do it later. Bye for now.

Day 3 - 11:40 p.m.

Not sure how much I can get down. You’re sound asleep beside me as I’m writing. I want to write it down before I forget a single detail. I’m debating, I know I should come clean with you about my experience with the girls, but I’m embarrassed. What will you think of me? What was I thinking?

We finally got moving around 2 in the afternoon for you to show me around a bit. Sightseeing has never been so exciting! We went to the Tower of London. You laughed at me for taking so many pictures. I took about twenty of you! HA! You didn’t know that did you? You thought I was being a total tourist all the while I was obsessing over you! Then when you were teasing me at the back of the bus, sliding your hand under my skirt, just brushing your fingers over my panties; I was instantly wet wanting more.

Let’s see: the first time in the alley the bricks rough against my skin, in the handicapped stall at the pub, and in the taxi on the way back to hotel. Wow!  Well it’s a wonder we didn’t get arrested for public indecency! When we got back here, oh my! Maybe it was because we were a little tired, or because we’re getting familiar with each other, but it was intense. As soon as I closed the door, you had me pinned against the wall, lifting my skirt. I don’t even remember where I lost my panties! You pressed against me, your hand raking over my breasts while you slid into me. Oh babe! You moved slow and deep, kissing the back of my neck, then you turned my head towards you and kissed me as you thrust deep inside me from behind until I came, then we moved to the bed.

It was my turn to explore you and get to please you. I eased your shirt over your head, tossing it in the floor. I carefully set your glasses on the table before I started. I kissed you gently at first barely brushing my lips over yours, then a little firmer. You eagerly kissed me back. Mmmm, I love kissing you!

I started kissing your jaw line over to your ear, then tickled with my tongue. You didn’t seem to find that as hot as I do, so I moved on. As I kissed and licked down your neck and over your throat you shifted and made a slight moaning sound. I grazed my teeth over your adam’s apple and you clasped your hands over my arms quite hard. I wasn’t sure at first whether I hurt you or you really liked it until I listened to your jagged breath. Seems I’ve found a sensitive spot. Yeah me!

I kissed my way down your body. I slowly unfastened your jeans and carefully slid them off you. I was afraid for a bit that I might pinch you in the zipper, your cock was straining against the fabric. That would have been a nightmare! As soon as I got your jeans lowered your cock sprang free, daring me to taste. I eased down between your legs laying on my stomach as I teased you, licked you, then took you fully in my mouth. You gasped when my mouth closed over you. You moaned when I sucked you deeper. I wanted to give you just as much pleasure as you had given me, taking my time and making it last. I was slow, almost tortuously slow in my actions as you moaned and writhed beneath me. After a while you were gritting your teeth and begged me “Please Steph, let me come! I’m about to explode here.”

At that, I sucked you deeper to the back of my throat and ran my tongue over your balls, sucking each one in my mouth before taking you deep in my mouth. I bobbed quickly, harder on your cock. Your hand clasped in my hair, feeling you tense beneath me. My movements increased again in speed and intensity for about five seconds before you exploded for me. I had to gulp to swallow, feeling like that was probably a big turn off for you but you pulled me up to you and rolled over me. For the next half hour it was slow, loving and tender. It was the sweetest, most intimate feeling I’ve ever had baby. Then you held me tight in your arms until we both fell asleep.

I could spend the rest of my life in your arms and be perfectly happy. Just being near you makes me smile. Just now as I glance over at you, sleeping soundly next to me you snuggled closer realizing that I was writing. “Your receipts and ledger can wait till tomorrow my darling, come snuggle with me.”

Now how could I possibly say no to that?