Perfect Retreat: Part 4

It's been several weeks since we've heard from our two couples heading off for a retreat. Never fear, they  haven't been abandoned in the woods and forgotten.  Last we heard, the girls were being playful in the car nearly getting caught then they rolled up to a beautiful cabin and directed by the eccentric owner. 

Let's see what they've gotten up to out in the wilderness. 

Perfect Retreat: part 4

by

Faith Ann Whitten

Read Part 1 here

Read part 2 here

Read Part 3 here

In the morning Rose found herself extremely cold and not wanting to get out of bed.  She grabbed her watch out from the night stand:  5:30 a.m. “Of course” she said, “Only I would wake up this early.” She dragged herself to a sitting position, resting her arm on her knee.  Clutching the blanket, knowing she has to move, as she sits looking around the room.

There is a great view from her window and with a satisfied smile on her face, looks up seeing the river bank and gasps, her eyes widen.  “Wow, what a beautiful sight.” She brings her hand to her mouth. Pulling her legs into her, she smells the room,  ‘What a dank smell’ and scrunches her nose, then stretches while touches her toes to the floor.

Suddenly an urgent need overcame her. She runs to the bathroom only to find no toilet, no shower.

“Fuck!”

 Just a room with a mirror. She grabs herself going to the kitchen looking for something, anything.  She runs outside. “Son of a crap” She clutches her panties harder.  “A bush, yes a bush that will work!” With a sigh of relief, a high pitched squeal escapes her gritted teeth. “There is poo, oh gross!” She panics and doesn’t think she is gonna make it,  running to the river bank, pulling her gown off, pulling her panties off and  steps into the water. “Ah! That feels so good!” After a few moments she moves away from the water and goes for a swim.

Jake watched Rose rip off each piece of clothing with haste while she clutched her pussy.  He can feel his pants pull against his cock as he stands there.  He decides to follow her, removing his own clothing, being careful about where he steps, the ground has such crisp grass and is wet.

When he reaches the water, he swims to her and catches her back side in his face taking the opportunity to make his move by grabbing her ass and slides his lips up her back while coming up to the surface.  He kisses her neck and nibbles, putting his hand on her neck.

Rose feels the hands on her, the feeling of it is so arousing she can’t wait to get her hands on whoever is touching her in such a possessive manner. He grabs her breast, massaging and she lets out a moan.  She turns into him and her face flushes.  Startled, she looks down. She never thought Jake would touch her in that way and she is frightened.

She does the unthinkable, putting both hands on his chest then running them up into his hair, bringing herself closer feeling his hardness.  She moves to where it slides between her thighs letting out a sigh. He hardens more, getting bigger with each touch.

Jake's jaw flexes, he’s not sure what’s gonna happen next.  Rose puts her hands in his hair, leans in and kisses him.  He feels his cock getting harder and harder with each kiss she places on his body.  Rose is unsure what his response will be, he can see it in her face.  He decides for the both of them.

She tightens when he grabs her around her waist and lifts her legs. He can feel his cock rub on her pussy as he walks out of the water, close to climaxing when he lays her down on her clothes.  He kisses her body, moving lower.  Rose’s face flushed as she felt her body warm to his touch.  He pushes his finger just inside and kisses her clit hard.

Rose moans, turning  her head side to side with each thrust of his finger “Oh, it feels so good.” she moans.

Jake moves on top of her and swirls his finger inside, rubbing his thumb on her clit.  He watches her moan and arch her back as her juices begin to flow over his fingers.  He pulls his hand away bringing his fingers to her lips and has her taste herself.  She puts her mouth around his finger and sucks, then kisses the tip and giggles she moans “Tastes so good”.

He watches her reactions, surprised by her moans,  by her words.  His eyes widen, pulse races as  he thrusts inside her and she immediately scratches his back.

He moans, grabbing each of her hands putting them above her head and puts his hand under her back and thrusts deep and slow inside her.  Rose responds and pushes back moaning so loud her legs shake.

Back at the cabin

Jeremy awakens to the sound of Rose scrambling through the house cursing and finds it amusing. Then he hears the door shut followed by more cursing which causes him to actually laughs out loud.  Then hears the door shut for the second time and wonders who it could be. He lay there for a few minutes wondering  before curiousity got the better of him.   He gets out of bed, walks to Jakes’ door and sees he isn’t there then sees him follow Rose.

“Hmmmm.” He immediately thinks of Lily.

He goes to her door  and slowly presses his ear against it, carefully puts his hand on the handle and gently turns the knob. Peeking in he is startled to see her looking so magnificent laid out across her bed. The blanket did little to conceal her nude body.  “Wow” he thinks, her hair spread over the pillow and her face looking quite seductive. He finds himself tip-toeing into her room, closes the door and slides into her bed.

He pulls on the covers, covering her and sneaks into her bed wrapping his arms around her and snuggles up to her, burrowing his face in her hair. He feels her stir and move into his body and moves her hips back and forth into him and he hardens.  Lily moans and pushes harder and says “Will you fuck me already?” She runs her hand along her body and moves her ass, then reaches her hand behind her to grab his cock.  Stroking him, she quickly realizes this is not Jake’s cock. Her eyes shoot open, then she turns saying “Oh is that right? You want to fuck me Jeremy?” She pushes on his chest and sits on top of him.  With a smile on his face Jeremy brings his hands to his head.

He says “Of course I do, plan on it. I saw Jake leave with Rose and I figure you and I can go about it while they are.” Her eyes squint while smiling at him she smacks him hard on his face playfully. “Alright fucker, but on one condition.  You must keep your hands to yourself, is that clear?”

“Well my lady, I do not think I can keep that promise, but I do think I can make you regret asking that question.” He says then flips her on her back grabs her thigh and smiles as he pushes his cock inside her and she grabs the blanket and bites his chest and moans, her teeth sink in deep, she draws blood and doesn’t realizes how hard she bit him. He winces in pain but uses the pain as arousal and loves it, he thrusts harder.

The blood sticks to her face when she presses into his chest and moans loudly. He is making animal noises and she is growling back at him.  He loves the sounds coming from her. He bites her on her neck and swipes the hair out of her face , sees the blood and wipes it off and slows down.  Before he has a chance to stop ,she bucks under him and climaxes and claws his ass cheeks, moaning so loudly as he pushes back harder.  He lowers his head, brings a nipple to his mouth and teases. Sucks, and bites. He moans “Oh Lily.”

He finishes then shows her his hand with blood droplets on it from her face.  She giggles in between breaths. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bite so hard.” He drops onto her, releases her and moves over, gasping for air.

Swingers - Pt 3

Are you entranced by the magical spell woven in this tale yet? I sure am.  I can't wait for each installment, anxious for the next weekly post.  Wow, do they know how to have fun or what?

We've heard Colb's side of things, this week we get to hear from Tangyr.

Swingers Pt 3

by

Abyrne Mostyn

Tangyr fought hard to keep the smirk from becoming a giggle. She knew she had Colb’s attention, not because she could see the evidence of his need jutting through the loose trews he favored, but because of his breathing...or lack thereof. The odd hitch betraying him even before she heard the exhale as she turned to close her door. No matter what the scenario, she could always tell when she heard that catch; it was almost as if he could do nothing but a long, slow, shallow inhaling and that was not enough to fuel him so he never let it out again. After a spell there would be a mad ‘whoosh’, a hard heavy sighing sound as he had to let go some air for there to be room for more.

Making sure to give a sashay of her hips as she began to reach for the handle, she knew that he was well on his way to their morning rendezvous when his breathing caught. The moment protracted, ending when the film of her linen shift stirred with the hard exhale he had no choice but to let out from across the hall. Breathe or pass out; as of yet breathing had always won. They had lingered long enough and she softly closed the door fighting to stifle the fit of laughter vying for the surface. His erratic breathing in these moments always giving him away.

Almost from the night they had met she had started to piece together what would drive him and what he could do without, all by listening to him breathe.  From the first they had possessed an electric connection.  The kind of meeting where you shake hands and do the nicey-nice but somewhere between the clasping of hands and the letting go part you missed the words because you learned everything you needed to know about them by touching. His breath had caught in that moment and her whole body had nearly shuddered.  It was what she imagined finding the other half of yourself was like.

That party was the first that they had been together, the pull to be so close to one another that it was nearly impossible to tell where one began and the other ended was irresistible. Choosing a partner for the night a forgone conclusion, and saying goodbye in the morning a sorrow not familiar to swingers. Maybe it was the moonlight. Maybe it was the drumming. Whatever it was, it was intense. Although they had re-enacted that night many times; in the loft, in a long forgotten wood-ringed meadow, in every conceivable place they had been; it was never the same as that first night; sometimes it was better.

It had been a September bonfire party. Fall had come early that year and the evening was crisp with smells from the on-gong harvests. The group had gathered at a member’s barn a few miles outside of town. The fire already ablaze when she first saw it, and roaring its call by the time they had all arrived and were gathered round it. Men had been given implements for drumming; women, Murphy bells, they danced and drummed well into the night under a full moon.

Colb had held a gourd looking thing with taught skin of some kind across the opening for the drum head, and it released a higher pitch than those around him when he struck it. She knew every time as she went past the moment when he noticed her as his drumbeat was suddenly out of rhythm. Rhythm required breathing. It was hard not to giggle at the realization. Even now sitting here getting ready for another party, she could not stifle the giggles and let out a loud bit of laughter, slamming her hand across her mouth too late to stop it echoing.

That night had seemed to end in the space of that drumbeat. They had retired to a secluded area, and just a moment later it has seemed to be daybreak and time to go. Swinging had never been somber, but that morning had defined it. The temerity of the night underscored by his parting demand, “Tell me your name.”

The months to the following March gathering seemed endless. It should have been December but they were not in the same area for that party. The antithesis of the time it took the first night to end, she’d aged an eternity waiting to see him again. Seemingly he had too by the ‘starving man offered bread’ look on his face when she walked into the party . The room seemed to heave a collective sigh as they released their baited breath in unison, turning back to their respective conversations. A beeline would have taken too long to reach him and yet she tried to make her path to him seem random. She failed. He failed. They met in the middle of the room and found that with so much hanging between them they had no idea what to say, instead clasping hands and letting what was between them do the talking.

They knew in that moment that there was no way they could continue coming on someone else’s arm, hoping to be in the same group to see one another and immediately sought the host. Before the night was ended, hearts were broken while theirs connected. None would lose their invitation to come, but all would be banned if there were any lingering animosities come June. They left the gathering and their partners before dawn broke, the first and last time they were together in and out of the party.

Sitting back on the settee this night, her giggles and smirking resolving to a well fulfilled smile, she knew that had been one of the best decisions of their lives. Was it destined to be? Or was it circumstance? The September moon? The music and dancing? The protracted, anguishing wait for March hoping then to see one another again? Whatever it was it was something. It was everything; and yet it was so much more.

Dark Magick Episode 4

Welcome Back!!  I hope your enjoying Dark Magick ! Did I surprise ya last week? Well wait till ya read this one..With out further ado I will get with it !

Dark Magick Episode Three 

Spellbound





 

 I glance around and notice that the crowd has considerably thinned out. One drink and one dance led to enough that I lost count. I haven't enjoyed being with a man in such a long time. The conversation was intriguing. Mat seems truly interested in what I have to say and he also has a great sense of humor.  He can also dance better than anyone I have ever met. But then again he isn’t an average man. When did I start calling him Mat? Thinking of him as a man? Heck he isn’t even really a man is he? He’s a freakin' Demon and I just ignored my boyfriend an entire night to be with him and Enjoyed every single minute!

“As much as I have enjoyed this evening, I have business to attend and you should return to your boyfriend.” Am I imagining that his voice sounded wistful?

Holding my breath as he steps behind me pulling back my seat, I stand, half afraid he will kiss me and half hoping he does.

“Yeah, I guess you are going to inflict some sort of punishment on Sebastian. Please don’t break anything in my house.” I can tell by the distance and his stance he isn’t going to kiss me. Why do I feel so disappointed? 

“My dear, I have plenty other work to attend to that has absolutely nothing to do with Sebastian. I haven't had an evening that I entertained myself in a very long time. It was a pleasure, but now I must go.”

He quickly bends and plants a quick kiss on my forehead.

“I will be seeing you very soon, my love.” Without a sound or movement or anything he just vanishes. It was as if hadn’t been there at all.

I return to the table nervous, not sure how to explain my long absence to Josh. He still was nursing a beer, his eyes still glued to the TV.

“That must be one heck of a good game.” I lean over and kiss Josh on the cheek.

“Oh babe! I am so sorry. I don’t know what came over me. You’re not mad are you?” He seems to just snap out of some sort of trance.

“No actually I ran into an old friend. I was afraid you'd miss me and be upset.”

“You know I trust you. I don't have anything to worry about do I?” Smiling jokingly as he pulls me close and kisses me. Does he?

I can’t help but feel guilty. I never once thought of Josh after Mat and I started talking and dancing.

“Wanna come to my apartment? I feel weird making love to you with a total stranger in your house.”

He feels weird? What about how I feel? Will I be able to make love to Josh, knowing Sebastian can hear us? Can I sleep with Josh and not think about Mat?

 

********

All my feelings of guilt quickly disappear when we come in and find Sebastian sprawled out on the couch in nothing but a pair of  boxer briefs. Obviously trying to provoke at least one of us.  I couldn't help but admire his assets.

“I figured you must have decided to go back to his place tonight so I got comfortable. Sorry.” He looks up innocently, lays the Witchcraft book on the table and stands stretching. He grins wickedly at both of our reactions.

“You have no business running around in FALLON’S house in just your underwear. That’s disrespectful.” Josh fumes, clenching his fists. I grab his hand.

“She doesn’t seem to mind, or she would have told me I shouldn't run about in my skivvies. Besides SHE is the one that bought me these.” That sexy wicked grin that seems to set me on fire spreads across his face.

Josh turns his angry glare my direction. I wish I really was a witch like Sebastian keeps calling me so I could vanish like Mat had.
"You bought those?"
Yeah remember he came here as a cat in nothing but fur. would you rather he run about nude?" The vision makes me smile. Perhaps I shouldn't have bought him clothes. He seems comfortable a enough in his own skin.

“Come on.” He grabs my hand and practically drags me to my bedroom. Once we get inside he undresses us both and pushes me forcefully onto the bed. He didn’t make love to me like he had mentioned earlier. He went at me like a caveman, grunting and groaning. After he finishes he pulls me close and holds me tight as if I might sneak out while he sleeps.

A bright band of sunlight in my eyes awakens me and I realize Josh isn’t in bed. I don’t hear screaming or anything smashing. I smell bacon cooking, so I put on a pair of workout pants and t shirt and enter the room, secretly praying I don’t trip over Josh’s dead-body.

Instead I am pleasantly surprised to find both men at the kitchen table. Sebastian has the Witchcraft book out again and Josh seems very interested in whatever it is Sebastian is saying to him.

Sebastian hops up and pours me a cup of coffee.

“Here ya go Ma’lady. Sorry I don’t know yet how you take your brew.” He gives me a slight bow. I playfully pop him on the shoulder not even correcting him this time. His nickname is sort of growing on me.

Josh’s phone rings.

“Babe I hate to do this, but I need to go home and get ready for work. Sally called in sick again. I think she is using her pregnancy to the hilt. I may have to pull doubles most of the week.” He rolls his eyes, finishes his coffee and sets his cup in the sink.
 He gives  Sebastian a hard look. Sebastian smiles at him and the look fades. I'm not sure I like these two casting spells on Josh like this, but it is  keeping the situation calm. I wonder which man, or should I say demon or mage, fixed it so Josh will be out all week? I look at the clock and see it’s almost eleven am. Wow did I really sleep this late?

 

“That must be one interesting book. You haven’t put it down much since you first got here. Finding anything?”

Sebastian closes the book and looks up at me.

“Have you not read it?”

I shake my head still standing near the door. Sebastian actually had on the t-shirt with the frog on it again with the jeans I bought.

“I got you some men’s shirts.”

“I know, I am kind of fond of this one. I hope you don't mind I am still wearing it.”

I shake my head.

“Why do you own the book if you’ve never read it?” He stands and stretches, his gorgeous golden eyes gleaming.

“I actually inherited it from my Grandmother. It belonged to some distant relative down the line and she said it’s imperative it stays in our family. Besides, it’s very lovely and looks good on the coffee table.

He takes a few steps towards me and I back up. The wall blocks me from going much farther.

“Shall we get busy trying to find a way to get you free from Mat and back to wherever it is you want to go?”

He leans forward placing both hands on the wall above me.

“Mat?  Ah, Matanbachus. I was wondering why I wasn’t blessed with a visit from my dear friend last night. I see he wasted no time to use his charms to try to convince you that I am evil and a threat?”

My breathing speeds up, and my heart starts to race. I should feel more afraid than excited, but the closeness of Sebastian, the smell of the citrus and herbs of the aftershave he has on combined with the lust in his eyes, sends waves of lust through me. I find myself once again wanting a stranger to pull me into his arms and have his way with me. What has come over me? Is it a spell of some kind?

He places one finger gently over my lips.
"I assure you I am not the threat. He is. I am only staying here in this house to keep you safe from him. I could have left the first night, but i was the one that involved you so now i must protect you."
Can he be telling the truth? Which one is the real threat? Heavens! Why am I so attracted to both?

“Sh. It doesn’t matter anymore. I know how to regain my freedom and save you at the same time.” He leans down his face so close to me I can smell the bacon and tea on his breath.

 

“We better get busy then.” My voice cracks and is barely more than a whisper.

That sexy, evil, bad-boy, grin spreads across his face as he closes in melting every inch of me. He kisses me hungrily. I part my lips and he takes the invitation quickly, his tongue searching. Exploring. I find myself falling into his arms as he picks me up still kissing and takes me to my bed. I don’t protest as he undresses me slowly exploring and kissing as he removes all my clothes. I can’t take my eyes off him as he removes his clothes. I gasp as he falls back on me our bodies hot and ready for each other.

“Hold on a second. I need to get something.”

"What could you possibly need at a time like this?" His golden eyes glow with desire and need.

“Protection silly”, I slap him on the butt.

He looks at me confused.

“Don't tell me you didn’t have some sort of protection in whatever time it is you are from.”

“Of course we did. But, it generally isn’t necessary between mates, but if it makes you more comfortable, then go ahead.”

Mates? I start to speak but he quickly stops me with a very deep, passionate kiss, making me forget everything but the issue at hand. I get out the condom roll it on him exploring him as I go, eliciting a stream of curses and words in a language I’ve never heard. He grabs me, pushes me down onto the bed, ravishing me, kissing me, exploring me. He enters me and I lose control. It feels as if sparks fly through me. Ha and mom says there is no such thing as fireworks.

We both are soon screaming out in unison. My entire body shakes and feels as if I'm on fire. The intense heat is almost unbearable.

“I told you it’s been a long time. Now that the deed is done, we can just enjoy ourselves until Matanbuchas returns this evening. He is going to be one very unhappy Demon. Sleep Ma’lady.  ”

Without a word I drift off into a deep sleep.

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Replacements

Welcome to my newest story.  This is going to be something of an experiment for me, as I'm going to write this as it needs to be written every week, and not work it as I would my other projects.  It'll be interesting, if nothing else.

That said, this is always a first draft, and if I missed something in editing, don't beat me up too bad.  Remember:  you get what you pay for.

Replacements

Part Eight

There was a simpleness to Craig’s downfall. I had to admit everything processed as I wanted, with a minimum of trouble—

Phase one was complete: I had my DNA sample, and had disposed of the original source. Phase Two involved returning home, and placing the DNA sample in storage in my former lab. That proved easier than I suspected. I was the division supervisor, so I had reason to enter the lab, just as I had when I was the old me, just as Martha does. So going into the lab late at night wasn’t out of the question. Nor was entering areas where samples were stored unusual . . .

The sample was placed, labeled, and entered into the system. Changing the date of entry and the user ID of that record—again, simple, as when I was the old me, I’d found a way to access developer tools that allowed access to the database, and once I’d become Olivia, I’d made certain I could access those same tools. Bring up the file, change the record, update.

Simple.

Then I waited. Craig was maintaining his distance: I didn’t know if it was because he was worried I’d take action against him, or if he was biding his time. I wasn’t waiting to see which, because I wanted him gone. I wanted him out of my life.

I wasn’t going to be his victim.

As Olivia it’s necessary to review projects within my department. This was how Phase Three began. A week and a half after I returned from California, I called Martha into my office. It was Wednesday, but we no longer held to a strict schedule for when she and I would meet at home. She was now my submissive lover, and our discussions had turned to her moving in with me so we could enjoy our relationship more fully. No one at the office would care as long as we didn’t bring our personal lives to work—indeed, I doubted there were many who even knew about what we did outside of work.

I met with Martha and brought up an old project, one I’d come across that wasn’t logged into the system as something “official”. I was curious about what it was, why it had been worked on off the clock, so to speak. “Look into this, please,” I’d said with a smile, “and let me know what was going on.”

I knew Martha would go over the project, because she wouldn’t refuse any request I made to her, at or away from work. I knew she would be very thorough, for that was Martha’s way. She may have been a submissive girl who would do anything for her loving mistress, but she was also a scientist, and once she began reading the notes of my old project, her curiosity would get the better of her.

It did. She spent the next two weeks going through everything I’d done, and complied her own report—

We discussed her report at my place one night. I was covering her in black liquid latex, and as her body was coated with a rubbery second skin, I asked, “Can you replicate what she was attempting?” We both knew who “she” was.

“Of course I can, Mistress.” Martha was both considering my question and eying the pair of black platform boots she’d find herself locked into as soon as she was transformed into a latex doll. “Most of the work has been performed, and the notes are very complete.”

“How long before you can have a viable prototype?”

I know she wanted to shrug, which was her habit. It was a testament to her control that she didn’t. “Two, maybe three weeks. I don’t see it taking longer than that.”

Now came the real question. “Your report mentioned that some kind of injection was produced. How difficult would it be to deliver this process as an aerosol?”

I saw her desire to shrug again; once more she didn’t. “Not very, Mistress.” I knew that, however. I knew that because I’d altered my notes before leaving them for Martha—

We decided this would be something that she would work on after hours. I set the times, and Martha, not wanting to disappoint or disobey, agreed.

This was how the next couple of weeks proceeded. We stayed behind and worked until eight, night PM some nights. We came in late Saturday and worked. I would monitor from my office, Martha would work in the lab. It was an arrangement that I had done in another life—though it was I in the lab, with Olivia in her office at times. I wondered if she watched me from her monitor, if she wondered about what I was doing? I’d never know now, because the real Olivia would likely never speak again . . .

Things went as expected: Martha duplicated my work. She recreated the formula, mixed the ingredients, produced the end product. All that remained was to convert it into its final delivery form—a form I could leave for Craig at his home, or in his car, which would be better, because there was always the chance he’d crash during his transformation and perhaps die.

One could only hope.

It was Thursday night, and we were close to having a usable product. Martha was in the final phase of production, converting the liquid to an aerosol, and things were proceeding as I’d expected. I thought we would be wrapped up by ten PM—

When all hell broke loose.

I don’t believe Martha had over-pressurized the equipment; it was more a general failure of the system. But something failed, and it failed right in front of Martha. The medium hit her for a second before the process shut down and sealed itself automatically. I jumped up and ran to the lab; I knew the nanoids were fast acting, and would latch onto her body and burrow into her DNA. The lab wasn’t contaminated—there were no alarms—because any nanoids that didn’t reach her were programed to shut down instantly.

By the time I reached Martha, she was starting to shake. The nanoids were doing their job; she was in the first segment of her transformation.

I panicked. I didn’t want anything to happen here; I didn’t want anyone who was still in the building to stumble upon us. Yes, the smart thing would have been to lay her down and talk her through what was happening, but . . . I lost my cool. I couldn’t think.

All I could see was my home. Olivia’s home. I thought if I could get there as quickly as possible, I could help Martha through the last part of the transformation, then we could work out our stories—

I helped her to her feet. It was good I was such a tall woman now, because it made getting Martha to my car much easier. She wasn’t completely out of it, but her legs weren’t working as they should. I knew that part from experience, but said nothing.

My mind was everywhere, thinking about how to explain the accident, what happened to Martha, why she was working clandestinely—

I was speeding, driving faster than was necessary. I wanted to get home, get Martha comfortable. I wasn’t paying attention to the highway, to conditions. To the lights.

To the traffic in the intersection—

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Swingers: The Red Queen

 Who's the king of the swingers? Judge for yourself. We know the Grande Dame...She is The Red Queen.

 

The Red Queen

 

 

by Abyrne Mostyn

 

 

They called her the Red Queen...the Grand Mistress. Friends called her Margaret, but most who got close to her called her Master. A dominatrix, she was the master of all that happened around her at all times. Her chambers were a playground for the things that weren’t talked about in proper circles, but perhaps in hushed whispers. Men and women alike who wanted the exquisite, disparate ecstasy-torture of riding the edge to submission came to her in droves hoping she would dominate them. She took them to that place that you couldn’t define. A place that one could only recreate in the sweet dream fantasy land that existed between asleep and awake. Spent and craving another time with a consummate Dom, she was that kind of master. Consuming, total surrender or nothing at all.

She was accomplished at all the forms of domination. A BDSM master, she was in demand by those who lived the lifestyle, though few knew who she was behind her guise. An hourglass in red leather, she never revealed her identity and that seemed to heighten the fantasy. A flame red wig to hide the blonde showed underneath the matching red leather full head mask that hid all but ruby lips and emerald green contact disguised eyes. She could play tic-tac-toe on her subs arse from twenty paces with a flick of the wrist and her long tail whip, making them sing for her to win her game. A showgirl gone deep into the life, she traded in her pink feather boa, diamond tiara, and vaudeville act for the business end of a cat-o-nine tails and needle point stilettos. Blood red nail polish on fingers and toes to complete the ensemble, no one who saw her had a doubt about her ability to play a person to the edge and take them over or keep them from their release as she chose.

To her friends, she was just another person in their circle of friends. To those swingers who entered her party house every three months, she was the sweet hostess, the emcee of the evening. None seemed to recognize her, or if they did, they were wise enough to keep her identity to themselves. She would bet on the former, as she had gone to great lengths to keep her anonymity as the Red Queen to herself, and few who were her subs were invited here. What none in or out of her circles knew was that she, like so many strong Dominants required the powerful practiced hand of another to gain her release. True submission to a proficient, talented master, the skillful application of a riding crop, or to dance at the end of someone else’s whip. The dichotomy of hot wax and ice cubes, the pleasurable pain that would take her higher than many of this world knew they could rise. To float above herself in sweet ecstasy and weep her surrender or release when it was earned, but not a minute before.

When Aaron and Sharilynne had inquired about taking a party, they had no way of knowing the gift they were giving her. Sure, others had hosted at different times through the years, but seldom had any taken the whole night over, or done so with such complete and thorough attention that she was deemed redundant and unnecessary. Tonight, she would get to join the fun and taste the favors. Find and follow through with another of the guests and hope that what she believed was true, instead of being left to vicariously enjoy through the one way glass. Years ago, a safety measure that was insisted upon and agreed to in the early days of the swingers parties to see than none were victimized.

It is one thing to say you want the open rules of anything goes; and another thing entirely to experience it as she had learned long ago. She knew first hand that safe words could be ignored. To reinforce the party rules, one way glass mirrors were installed in each of the rooms with surveillance so that although those inside could have their privacy, or at least the semblance of such, there was someone who could watch at any time and step in. She would often stop by and review the monitors, and would accompany anytime there was a need to escort someone out. In the last decade it had happened maybe twice, but twice was enough to continue the practice. Everyone who came to the party knew that they could be watched and removed; it had been enough for most.

From her post as hostess and later in the evenings as watcher, she knew without a doubt who she wanted to entertain this night as she slipped on her accoutrements for the evening. Aaron and Sharilynne having decked the party goers out with little more than just enough, she hoped that things would go in her favor. She knew what she wanted, and she knew who she wanted to deliver it. Colb Mitras was definitely her first choice. Perhaps six foot tall he had the build of someone who paid attention without the vulgar notion of needing to be bulked out and ridiculous. He was solid without being too much. Sandy brown, disheveled hair and dark coffee eyes, he was tasty to look at. Watching him over the past few years, she knew he could deliver what she craved. He was one to try it all and then go for a little more. She wanted his sense of adventure and freedom, but as his submissive she wanted him to take it. Control it. Make it elusive and force her to reach for it.

Holden Henner with his brooding looks and wicked smile would do, but she hoped for Colb. Knowing the details of the differently themed rooms, she knew she was going into Mardi gras. If both of the men she wanted were odd numbers and sent to Carnival she would settle for finding a soft female to waste the night with, but she was hopeful to get one or the other, or perhaps both to the west room and the North American festival. Time would tell her fortune. Slipping on a feathered G-string, so reminiscent of where she had come from, strings of beads that weren’t enough to cover a woman with far less cleavage, and her mask she slipped the elastic band with the key around her wrist and entered Bourbon Street. Humming to the jazz trumpet wailing, looking for Mr. Mitras she made her way to the table and grabbed a hurricane. Sipping her drink thinking to herself wryly, one to drink now, and maybe another one to rage later and take away her choices. ‘Come on New Orleans, give me a storm.’



Part IV: Another Swing

Part III: Tangyr

Part II: Swingers

Part I:  Swingers


 

By Your Soul

Like Mother like Daughter!!  a poem by my lovely daughter!! Margaret! Enjoy

            By Your Soul   

(one of my old poems I found...)

by Margo Burton on Monday, May 17, 2010 at 1:38pm ·

I hate your hatred but I'm stricken by your soul
I have no better way to explain it
Beautiful soul, hateful mind, unavailability
I should have kept you
I should have left you go a long time ago
I should have tried harder

In my defense, I'd thought that my heart
My soul, my hope would be enough for you
You were all that mattered for so long
That I forgot myself, indefinitely wrong
I loved you so much that I hated me
Those prudent feelings re birthed my insecurity

That's why it went downhill
You can believe I'll always feel
And think and care and love
More so than my own good
You're wrong, I'm wrong; I wish we could
Overcome it this time

Never again; my best friend
Sabotaged my soul mate, caused our end
There's no going back, no more love you'll send
The only string attached to my sanity was severed
Love knows no end, I still have that sense
Adore the memory of your loving gaze, become tense

The real reason I want what we had
The idea it was so timeless although ended sad
This departure has reinforced my knowledge
That perhaps I don't deserve one so true
I've proven it before, did it again
You're beautiful and I'm adapted to a negative man

Powerless to make you love me anymore
It's still there surely but not strong enough
Can't overcome speculations of infidelity
Maybe it's for the best, this absurdity
Had it not happened, we'd have drifted apart
Still losing the only significance left in my heart

So, sudden or gradually it was bound to turn vile
I felt it weeks beforehand but welcomed denial
It had to end, but we can't remain friends
Your eyes keep me away although I see them constantly
Soulfully & hauntingly they hurt me, remind me
That I've not been born to be happy & have consistency

I realized long ago that I couldn't fulfill you
It expanded so large that I couldn't be regretful
Sometimes the hard times don't seem too rancid
But I can't make it work if you don't want it
Not allowed to push me around, bring me further down
I'll watch your lips move without hearing a sound

This failure is disheartening, can't take it lightly
Holding in my tears because I'm wound too tightly
To erode me facade of hope, my mind listening
Knowing I can't find myself with you, or alone
But alone there's a chance to block the nonsense you send me
You're great, not a cold heart but you won't surrender to me

I want nothing more than to take back these lines
As if nothing happened and we'd kept our minds
I don't mind sharing a soul but at what cost?
Hah! Happiness with my heart intact without impending loss?
Try harder to make it work but can't have you completely
You never made the leap and gave yourself to me entirely

Think, I observe & I trust you were in love
But not enough to help us rise above
As much as I want to turn around, I must give up
Should I not, I'll drag us back down
When we work through the impossible & turn things around
It seems worthwhile, this dream but reality is crowned

I still think it's worth the pain, to be distraught
That's our most important difference; patience can't be taught
You can't reach inside and find me inside of you
Can't grasp the depth of what's inside, so far inside
True love for you, but not enough to make you cry
I have yet to get it out but I've been meaning to try

Alliances mindfucked me in shocking reality
I'm left thoughtful & speechless while truth obscures me
I can't get back what we were lucky to find
Though in a way you'll remain in my mind
Knowledge being the soul reason I won't cross the line
Attempting to rediscover what drowned in our crimes

Love Notes - Chapter 6

Talk about heating things up! Do you think that Stephanie and Rob are going to burn each other out? Can a relationship that starts out with sizzling sex last? I've always heard the saying 'lovers first it will never last, friends first it will last forever'.



What about the online time they've spent chatting? Does online time qualify to really get to know someone? It seems Rob is a bit apprehensive about something. Maybe he's not who he's presented himself to be. What if they are both keeping secrets?



Wow talk about trust issues! Is Stephanie heading for a fall or is she in danger? Rob is definitely a bad boy but just how dangerous is he?

 Love Notes

Chapter 6

Day 4

Today is going to be different. You’ve made plans, and told me generalities but not specifics. Every time I ask you, you’re evasive and won’t answer me directly or you just tell me, “Relax baby, I’ve got it covered.”

You may have noticed that I’m not really the spontaneous type. I like to have things planned out and know what I’m doing and when I’m doing it. Of course that is also part of the habit I’m trying to break; being predictable boring old Stephanie. Why won’t you just tell me? Argh, I am feeling very frustrated!

I know, I know - trust you! I do, sort of. Trust is something that doesn’t just come easy for me. Especially after Trevor. LOL - maybe if it bothers you, you can take it up with him. HA! That would be a hoot, you confronting Trevor. Not that I would encourage violence but in his case I could make an exception.

You had some work related things to deal with this morning, so I'm here all alone. It gives me a chance to work on my presentation a bit, but as you can see that's not what I'm doing. No, I'm obsessing over you instead.

I've greatly enjoyed the time we've spent together Rob. I want it to last forever, but I wonder if it's even possible. I will have to go back home, back to my work, to my boring life and I just don't think I can go back to our online relationship, never knowing if I'll see you again.

I can't even begin to focus on work! Ooh! But I can call Letti!

* * * *

Stephanie closes up her journal and tucks it back inside the pocket of her suitcase. Opening her laptop, a sudden giddiness overcomes her, and she laughs out loud. She logs on to her Facebook account to see if Letti is on. Yep! Stephanie quickly punches Letti's picture on her phone, waiting for her friend to pick up.

"Brown and Langley, this is Colette. How may I help you?"

"For starters, quit playing games on Facebook."

"Steph! How's the trip? How's London? How's Rob?"


"Whoa! Slow down! You move faster than Rob!"

"I take it you're getting some action then? Good, you needed to lighten up!"

"Hey!" Stephanie exclaims in mock surprise then giggles. "And Oh yeah. Lots and lots of action. May have to mark off most of my sightseeing because of the action." She couldn't help but grin, thinking of the past few days.


"Does he look like his picture or did he send you someone else's?"


"NO! It's absolutely him. He's more amazing in person." The two squealed together into the receivers.


"Ooh tell me, tell me, tell me!"


"He's very romantic." Stephanie lay back on the sofa, staring at the ceiling watching her mental video camera play inside her head. "The first night, well our first date; I got caught in the rain. Spent a bleedin' fortune at the salon on my hair, getting waxed, mani pedi - you know, the works. Wanted to look good for our first meeting."

"Yeah, go on."


"Well, about ten yards from the hotel a sudden downpour started, turned my brolly inside out and I was drenched by the time I reached the restaurant."

"Sorry Steph. Did you bail? I think I would've just cried and ran back to the hotel."


Stephanie checked her manicure. It was getting a little dull and chipped around the edges. She thought to make an appointment for a new manicure before Rob returned. "I met these girls."

Stephanie blushed at the memory. "They um . . .helped me."


"Yeah?"

"They were very nice. Megs and Leah." Stephanie cleared her throat. "They helped me dry off, warm up, and even let me borrow some clothes"


"How did they manage that at a restaurant?"


"Oh they know the owner, and he has an apartment in back. One of the girls stays there, and she lent me some clothes. Well, they weren't as nice as the outfit you helped me pick out, but then again I wasn't soaking wet." She examined the other hand. "It didn't matter though, he saw me come in absolutely soaked."


"Oh damn"


"No, he thought it was sexy!"


Colette laughed into the receiver. "Only a guy right?" The two laughed together.


"Since then we've been almost inseparable. And oh my gosh Letti, the sex; wow! It was never like this with Trevor."

Letti made a throaty almost snorting noise. "Well yeah, but Trevor's an ass." Again the girls laughed together.

"I'll never be able to eat strawberries again without turning beet red."

"What? Why? You can't drop something like that and just leave it."

Stephanie could feel her nipples tightening at just the memory. "Um, yeah and ice cream and strawberry syrup, and chocolate." She brushed her fingers over her hardened nipples, tweaking them gently.


"Oh my god! Seriously? Ms tighter than a drum about sex Stephanie Colson played with food?"


"Wow, I gotta meet this Rob and shake his hand for getting you out of the box. So how was it?"


"What?" Stephanie felt embarassed that her mind was remembering Rob's touch as she held the receiver talking with Letti. "It was only freaking awesome!"

"What else Stephanie?"

Her fingers played lightly over her cleft, feeling damp from just thinking about Rob. "Oh loads! Mmm, how's things at the office? Is Steve playing nice or am I going to have to fire him?"


"Nice evasion there. I'll get the details out of you though. NO, he's not playing nice. He's being a tyrant. He's got half your clients upset and has only been in the office a total of six hours since you left. You are coming back soon I hope? Maybe bring Rob over here for a visit while you handle Mr. Phillips?"

"Ugh, I was afraid of that. I knew he'd show his colors but I didn't think he'd be so stupid so quickly. Hey I gotta go." Her fingers now slipping slowly, lazily, inside her wet folds. "I've got to get ready, Rob just texted me and said he'd be here in ten minutes and I haven't even showered. I'll message you later. Keep me updated, ok? Love ya bye!"

She had cut her friend off abruptly and lied to her. Rob hadn't texted, she just couldn't chat with Letti while she was so horny. Stephanie set the phone down, and walked towards the bathroom,slipping her silk chemisse off, letting it drop on the floor on the way. A shower was what she needed. She steppind into the tub, letting the jets of water pulse against her skin. Her left hand squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples while she slipped the fingers of her right hand inside her pussy, and over her clit. A continuous inner video played in her mind of the passion between her and Rob over the past few days. Stephanie felt overwhelmed with lust as specific moments flashed in her mind. Her fingers worked faster, harder, deeper as her pulse quickened, her skin flush.

Gasping from the intensity of the lust, she pinched her nipple hard as she fingered herself frantically, two fingers inside her slit and her thumb working small hard circles over her clit. In a matter of seconds she was spasming in orgasm.


Three more orgasms later she was finally sated and shampooed her hair. Stephanie stood in the steaming water letting it wash the previous tension away as she rinsed the last of the soap and conditioner from her body.

After she had dressed she dialed the salon downstairs.  "Is there any possible way you could get me in for a dye and a foil. and a mani-pedi?  Yes? Awesome!  Be down in just a few minutes."

She glanced in the mirror, turning her head from side to side, chewing her lip as she debated  the impulsive action she was about to do.  "Let's see what you think of me now."