I’m not exactly sure when or where “fairy tales” got such a bad rap. Because it’s usually a pretty bitter, cynical person who even refers to the lovely stories of my people as fairy tales. You can practically feel the disdain plastering your skin when they spew the phrase out as if it’s laced with poison.
Well, everyone has a right to feel however they do about them. But there's really no surprise that the ones who don't believe in fairy tales never get to experience them.
And it's their loss, really, because we’re in the fairy realm, just waiting. But only for those who believe. And what you also may not realize, is that the human idea of a fairy tale is nothing like a true fairy tale. We aren't the ones creating your unrealistic human fantasy stories, so how these became linked to fairies, I'll never know.
For instance, there’s a couple I have my eye on now.
Paula and Oliver.
And their story is the farthest from the human idea of how a fairy tale should look as possible. There are no princes, no knights, no shining armor, and no glass slippers here.
Just two people who are afraid to give their all to one another for fear of being hurt, abused, betrayed, and abandoned. But those fears are just the norm in the human world, though. Fear in general, actually, is what keeps most of them away from their absolute best. And not just in love. But that, well that’s another story entirely.
Right now, my attention is on the potential romance that I'm overseeing between Oliver and Paula.
He’s at her doorstep now after they had a pretty nasty spat last night about his intentions for their relationship. A year and a half they’ve been together, and he’s yet to give her a straight answer about where he sees them going in the future, or if they even have one together.
Paula, of course, has the typical human hang-up of obsessing over the future and needing to define and label things instead of just living in the moment. And we’re used to cases like this one. In fact, we get a lot of these kinds of cases these days, so this should be easy to resolve. So simple that I think I won’t have to call in my own partner, Gerundis, for assistance this time. I'm pretty sure I can handle it myself.
The light turns on. I see the relief on Oliver’s face when the door opens and Paula steps back to let him inside. Even I’m surprised, really. I was sure she wouldn’t let him in so soon. I expected at least another day or so until she’d warmed up to the idea of even seeing him. But hey, I’m fine with whatever is going to make this thing easier for me.
Oliver stood awkwardly next to the front door, his hands stuffed into his pockets as he stared down at the floor and shuffled his feet.
Paula crossed her arms and glared at him as if they were in a standoff.
I sighed. I thought it would be easier than this.
“You need help out there?” I heard Gerundis’ voice echo around me. He hadn’t bothered to show himself but I knew he was undoubtedly watching me and the scene from dimensions away. So I knew he could see me shaking my head in annoyance.
“No,” I said defiantly. “I’m taking care of it.”
His laughter echoed around me in the protective field I occupied as I observed Oliver and Paula. I was getting irritated, a clear indicator that the couples’ negative energy was starting to penetrate my space. Even a shield wasn’t quite enough protection from the deep, corrosive energy that couples emitted in situations like this. So my short temper was no surprise.
“If I need you, I’ll call you.”
Gerundis chuckled once more before I could feel the vacancy from his departure.
Alone now, I turned back to the stubborn couple.
Paula tapped a foot on the tile floor and Oliver looked up at her, exhaling a breath before he finally spoke up.
“Look, Paula. I really didn’t mean to say that I couldn’t ever see us being together. It's just…" Oliver let his sentence drift off.
Paula watched him with her arms folded across her chest. I'd clearly underestimated how difficult this job would be.
My eyes went back to Oliver. He was closing down even more now as the slump of his shoulders became pronounced and his feet turned toward the door. He was ready to leave.
But he couldn't yet. He wouldn't have decided to come to her place like this if he hadn't intended to fix this, or at least to tell her how he felt.
I reached into my satchel. Yes, I did pull out a bag of fairy dust. That's at least one of the things humans got right about us.
I scooped out a handful of the iridescent granules and moved closer to Oliver, breaching the protective shield to blow the particles in his direction. When it crossed the barrier and into their human realm, the dust was invisible, but its effects were potent.
I waited, but not long, because seconds later Oliver's nose crinkled and his face contorted. Next came what I was waiting for. He let out a huge sneeze.
It worked. Fairy dust is a kind of truth agent. It heals and cures illness, but most importantly it can dig way down deep until a person's truth is revealed.
Hopefully, now we could get Oliver to break down his defenses and just speak honestly.
Oliver stretched his eyes wide and blinked rapidly, as unbeknownst to him, my dust was working its magic and spreading throughout his system.
They couldn't detect it but I could see the colorful path that the dust traveled, from his head down to his feet, gradually brightening the field around him.
He stood taller, his back straight and shoulders squared as I knew he was preparing to speak frankly.
"I didn't come here to continue fighting, Paula. I only thought you deserved for me to come tell you how I felt, and not for me to send it with just a text."
Paula swallowed and uncrossed her arms, as her demeanor softened.
"I do care for you. I always have. But the fact that I'm not ready to move to a more serious step in the relationship isn't about me stringing you along. I'm just not sure I have what you'll need in a long-term partner, in a husband."
I watched Paula's face stiffen again as her barrier shot back up to separate them. She was on the defense again, and the reddening of her cheeks suggested that she was ready to let him have it.
"So, you're giving me the” it's not you, it's me” excuse?"
"That's not what I meant," he said with a shake of his head.
They continued their bickering as I reached for the bag of dust again. "Your turn now, " I said, splashing Paula with more of the brightly colored granules.
Her nose wrinkled and she held her hand in mid-air awaiting the sneeze. When it finally came, she gave a shake of her head and looked up at Oliver, her expression softer than before. They laughed together before Paula said what they were both thinking, "Something in the air, I guess."
"Yeah, I guess so," Oliver agreed, his tone lighter now too as he shoved his hands into his pockets and leaned against the wall beside him.
It was Paula’s turn to relinquish her defensive barrier. “I don’t want to fight anymore either.” She averted her eyes to a blank spot on the wall behind him and her voice was barely above a whisper when she said, “Actually, I kinda wonder if I feel the same way.”
Oliver’s brows lifted and he pushed off of the wall to take a step closer to her. “Yeah?”
“Um-hmm. It’s just...I didn’t want to feel like I was being led on. You know, you hear friends and the ‘experts’,” she said, raising her fingers in an air quote gesture around the word experts, “always saying that if a guy isn’t ready to get serious within this timeframe, or if he hasn’t proposed by a certain time, then he’s probably just not serious about you.”
Oliver opened his mouth to speak, but she raised a hand to continue.
“But really, I don’t even know if I care. I mean, when you said what you said and after you’d left and I’d cooled down, I started to think about it. And I asked myself, ‘Do you even want something more serious? And is Oliver the man you want it with?”
Oliver’s face dropped, as if he now suspected that her answer to the last question would be no. I smiled. The realization of what he’d had was starting to hit him hard. Somehow I was willing to bet that his own answers to the same questions wouldn’t be a simple no anymore. Not with the way his eyes shone with new respect and appreciation as he watched the woman in front of him.
“I was letting every voice and opinion outside of me scare me and rush me, when even I wasn’t ready to take that step in our relationship. And now, I think I’d rather not do it.”
Oliver spoke up, unable to mask the slight tremor in his voice. “So, you want to completely end it?”
Paula gave a wistful smile. “I enjoy us, and what we have. I don’t question your love for me. And I know I love you. But I love you enough to want to see you wherever you can be happy. And if ending this is what will do that, then it’s what we’ll do.”
Oliver sighed, falling back to rest against the wall again. Paula’s even, measured voice replaced the silence between them. “I don’t want you to think that I’ll be bitter. I won’t. I’ll be upset, but I don’t want to keep you in something you don’t want to be in. Life goes on, Oliver, and so will I."
Even I held my breath as I waited, watching them.
Both had revealed their truths. And now it was only a matter of choice. What would they choose?
You sure you’re okay there? I jumped when I heard Gerundis’ voice echoing around me again.
“God...stop doing that, Gerundis.”
His laughing, usually infectious enough to have me laughing with him, was now just making my skin crawl in aggravation.
It looks like you need a little help, is all I'm saying, he teased with a snort.
"I'm fine," I lied. I had no idea if this would work, and I may have needed to combine efforts with my partner. But I couldn't give up so easily yet. "If I need you, I'll call you Gerundis." I put on my best, most confident voice as I felt his energetic presence dissipate again.
Free of Gerundis' distractions, I turned my attention back to my couple and immediately smiled. They'd moved closer to one another and Oliver's hands were on her arms. He caressed her skin as he spoke to her softly.
"I don't want to lose you. I think I’m just afraid."
I watched Paula's eyebrow lift in surprise. It was clear she’d never heard such honesty from him before. I smiled, pleased to know that my dust was still working.
Paula lifted a hand to his face and stroked his cheek tenderly. “I’m here,” she said, her voice soft and assuring.
"I just don't want to disappoint you, either."
A moment of quiet passed as they looked into each other's eyes. Paula spoke first. "How about this...we keep everything how it is. We won't make empty promises to be together forever and we won't pressure one another. For now it’s you and me. But if at any time there is someone who better fits into our lives, we'll tell each other first. "
Oliver swallowed as he seemed to weigh out the implications of her suggestion. Finally, he nodded slowly. "Yeah. That's good."
Paula took his hand in hers and squeezed. "When its time to move on, we move on," she said kissing his fingers and looking up at him with a wistful smile.
Oliver answered with another silent nod as emotion clouded his eyes. He stepped forward to place his finger under her chin, lifting her face to his. He circled an arm around her waist and pulled her into him. “I’m not ready to move on yet,” he said, whispering the words as his lips brushed against hers.
Oliver scooped an arm around her waist and pulled her into him until their bodies pressed together tightly. His hand moved down to cup her ass cheeks as he took her mouth into his. “God, I missed this,” he said before returning to kiss her mouth.
Usually this was where I would make my exit and leave the newly reconciled lovebirds to their own devices. But honestly, these two made me work pretty damned hard for this. So I figured I deserved to share in their beautiful, renewed sexual energy.
I watched as Oliver moved them forward until Paula's back was against the wall behind her. His hand traveled up beneath her skirt until it stopped between her legs.
Paula released a long, low moan as her hips moved forward against his fingers. Oliver's other hand cradled her ass in his grip as he leaned in to meet her mouth. Even from where I observed them I could feel the scorching heat that rose from their bodies and collided with the barrier covering me.
I reached a hand out to absorb the warm waves of their joint energy into my own. This was nothing like the caustic sting of their warring energies before. This time it was revitalizing, much greater and much more powerful. I couldn't fight the smile that lit my face as I felt their essence within me. I deserved to share in that beautiful feeling after how much it took to help unite them.
Oliver pulled Paula's body against his own and began to grind against her.
Then, Gerundis' voice echoed around me once more. "You did it, Salma. Even without my help. Nice."
Before I could respond, Gerundis materialized beside me. As always, his presence warmed me instantly. I turned my face up to look into his greenish-gray eyes. The smile on his face spread to those same eyes until brilliant sparkling flashes lit his irises. Gerundis, my partner in love and in mission since the beginning of time, knew me well. And he knew that the brilliant shine of his eyes were always my weakness.
His arm enclosed my waist and pulled my body into his before I could say a word. He leaned down to merge his mouth with mine and when his lips met mine, my attention was no longer on the love between the couple outside of our barrier. Now my full focus was only on making love to my own life partner.
I opened up instantly to him. Not just my mouth, but my heart and my soul. Gerundis knew me inside and out. After ages together, he instinctively knew what I liked and needed. And I, too, knew him inside and out. But even after all of this time, we never tired of one another.
I sighed when he traced his lips slowly down my neck and flicked his tongue along my collarbone. I shuddered with the light whipping teasing against one of my most sensitive parts. Through my lashes I saw him lift his head enough to smile at me with those bright eyes and noted the knowing smirk on his handsome face.
His tongue continued its trail down my chest until he found my hard nipples peeking through the thin silky fabric of my dress. He enclosed his mouth over my breast and a moan escaped my mouth as he suckled me. His tongue circled my areola and then flicked my nipple making me squirm in his arms. Then he proceeded to suckle me again, followed by more ardent licks. My squeals of pleasure filled the enclosed space around us.
Gerundis lifted his head to let out a quick self-satisfied laugh. And I knew that he was pleased with his work. He lifted the thin fabric of my dress and found me bare, warm and wet underneath. He grunted and his rod stood at attention in response to his arousal.
We'd done this dance of desire for ages but it never grew old for either of us. We were designed and made for each other and our bodies knew exactly what to do when they were together.
He moved his hand between my thighs and cupped my mound. I gasped when his fingers slipped inside me. Gerundis leaned forward to recapture my lips within his own mouth as his fingers stroked me inside. I moaned against his soft lips and moved my hips in time with his stroking digits. As if rewarding my eagerness, he inserted another finger, stretching me further. But he knew me well. And he knew that it would only increase my desire to have his hard rod pulsing inside me.
My hand groped at his pants, desperate to feel him. When I found it, I gripped and stroked him until he grew harder in my hand. And I could no longer take the barrier of his pants blocking me from feeling the skin of his velvet shaft against my palm. I whipped his trousers down and watched his thick rod spill out toward me.
I knew that my own eyes were shining iridescent, the way they always did when he revealed himself to me. I ran my tongue slowly over my lips and watched his face light up. We both knew the treat that he was in for.
He lifted himself from the ground until I was face to face with his magnificent package. I reached out eagerly to accept it between my hands and lowered my lips to meet him. The tangy-sweet taste of his flesh flooded my taste buds and I tightened my mouth around his shaft. Gerundis' breath whooshed out past his lips as I massaged him with my mouth. His fingers slid through my hair and he gripped my head in his palm pulling me in farther to take more of him in.
The aroused energy from Gerundis created a heat that emanated from his shaft and body. It warmed my mouth and hands as they stroked and sucked him.
It wasn't just our flesh that merged but our minds too as his thoughts entered my head.
Ohhhh that's nice. I should let you handle these by yourself more often if this is what I'll get.
My lips curved up into a naughty grin as I met his eyes. And I knew that he could hear the thoughts in my mind as I responded back.
I have so much more than just that for you, I thought, lifting my own body until I now levitated and was at eye level with him. I slid my dress off and brought my naked body closer so that my skin was now flush against his. Our bodies began their age-old synchronized dance, now aglow as we merged and his shaft entered me.
I reveled in the effortless dance of our bodies and the feel of Gerundis' hands running along my entire body.
He flipped my body around, spread my thighs, and re-entered me from behind. Beneath my lowered lids, I could see Paula and Oliver's naked bodies intertwined on the floor as they too participated in their own dance of love.
Oliver's moans and Paula's shrieks reverberated against the walls of our protective enclosure. And soon our sounds filled the space around us as we became lost in our own pleasure.
Oliver pulled away to lower himself down until his face was between my thighs. He lifted one thigh up and onto his shoulder, delighting me with the warm stream of his breath against my sex. I writhed in anticipation beneath his strong grip on my thigh and let my head fall back in ecstasy with the first long, slow lick against my clitoris.
And when he enclosed my clit between his lips and began his rhythmic suckling, my body bucked with the pure sensation of pleasure. "Gerundis," I wailed, my fingers getting lost in the soft curls of his hair as I pulled his head in deeper, craving more of his tongue against my pulsing bud. Gerundis obliged, satisfying my craving with the persistent lapping of his tongue on me.
A heavy sigh outside of our enclosure took my attention away from Gerundis' kisses on my clit. But only for a moment, as I opened my eyes to see Paula’s sweaty, naked form atop Oliver's body as he held her close. The afterglow of their lovemaking filled the space around them and spread, inching toward us. But the light that Gerundis and I created from our joining was many times that generated by the now satiated couple.
A light nibble of my inner thigh snapped my attention back to my lover between my legs. I glanced down at the grin on Gerundis' face. But it didn't last long because he returned to bury himself in my sex, latching onto my clit and suckling mercilessly. I wriggled beneath him and gyrated my hips to match his rhythm until I exploded, releasing into his mouth.
Gerundis ran his tongue along his lips, sending my arousal back into overdrive as J watched him savor the last remnants of my taste on his tongue.
A look of near-crazed desire took over his face as he gripped my hips and pulled me toward him. He slid into my cum-slickened core again, subjecting me to his delicious fast-paced movements. His fingers dug into my skin as his body stiffened. He was ready to cum. And so was I…again. Gerundis bent forward to capture my lips between his own, and kissed me passionately as he released inside me. I rode the wave of climax with him, my body trembling with my own release.
Gerundis' arms encircled me as we too basked in our intimate afterglow. Though my eyes were closed as I recuperated, I could hear the quiet laughter of the newly reconciled lovers just outside the barrier.
I felt the wet kiss of Gerundis' lips on my forehead. "Not bad for a solo project," he said, pulling my body in closer to his.
So, that’s that. A tiny glimpse into a real fairy tale. And if you’re wondering why I’d let you peek into the realm, the answer's quite simple really. It’s about time we make clear what a fairy tale is, and what it is not.
Sadly, everyone doesn’t get a fairytale. At least, not until they can learn to believe in fairy tales. And the only reason they don’t believe is because of misguided views of what fairy tales actually are.
Even our tales aren't always perfect all of the time. The only requirement in a true fairy tale is that a human must be willing to work with us to create their own fairy tales their own way, every step of the way. Then, and only then , will you truly experience one of our tales.
Brenda stepped up to the front counter and held out her wristband. The clerk scanned it and Brenda walked past her to wait as her two friends’ bands were scanned next.
Both Lynn and Penelope had thought it a brilliant idea to take a trip to the Make-Your-Match creation studio to commemorate Brenda’s breakup with her boyfriend of three years.
At the Make-Your-Match creation studio, women could create the man of their dreams using the latest cloning and humanoid replication technologies.
Another employee led them through a hallway to the Selection Center and explained the process for creating their ideal match.
When the employee left them, Penelope, who visited the Make-Your-Match studio quite frequently, stepped up first to make her selections on a monitor.
Brenda and Lynn watched as she quickly flipped through the touch screen, choosing from the available options.
Brenda tried to keep up with the options Penelope chose as she placed green check marks beside them, but they disappeared nearly as quickly as they appeared as Penelope raced through her selections.
Height: Five foot ten
Hair: Dark Brown
Personality: Funny, Caring, Talkative
Lynn stopped Penelope. “Hey wait, you don’t want to choose talkative, believe me,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I picked that with my last MYM, and he wouldn’t shut the hell up. You know I’m a talker, but this guy talked more than me and I couldn’t get a word in edgewise.”
Lynn and Penelope laughed as Penelope swiped her hand over her last selection, deleting it.
Lynn gently pushed Brenda toward another screen. “Go. Pick yours,” Lynn urged as she proceeded to move to make her own selections on another monitor.
Brenda hesitated, eyeing the touch screen, as a shadowy, generic silhouette of a man’s form rotated in a circle before her.
She slowly extended a finger to press the screen, making her selections.
Height: Six feet
Brenda paused and brought her finger to her chin as she thought about the last selection. What did she want for her MYM’s personality? She’d never thought about what she’d choose for a humanoid companion, because she hadn't ever imagined she'd create one in the first place.
But her mind wandered back to her ex, and she sighed. Maybe she should just go with the opposite of what Don had been for her. Don was an absolutely gorgeous man, seemingly the man of most women's dreams - wealthy, fit, tall, dark, and handsome. But all of his supposedly great "on-paper" credentials had left her where she was now. Single and looking for a humanoid companion to spend the night with.
She lifted her finger again and deleted all of the previous selections, picking instead "Random" for each physical selection.
But next to the personality option, she selected: Loving, Affectionate, Understanding, Respectful, Free-spirited, Passionate.
She smiled as the silhouette figure began to populate with her selections. The face filled in with a tan skinned, brown haired man with gray eyes. His height and physical build were average, but the sparkling toothy smile of the MYM companion hooked her the most.
Then the screen darkened and gold letters flashed on the screen.
Your Make-Your-Match selection is complete. Please proceed to the Creation Room to unite with your new companion.
Brenda's eyes searched the room until she found the golden-lettered Creation Room sign above a hallway directly behind them.
She could hardly contain herself as she waited for Lynn to finish her selection.
"God, Lynn, I thought you said you'd been here before. What's taking so long?"
"I'm almost done. I just wanna be sure I really get a good one this time, though."
Penelope popped up beside Brenda and nudged her arm. "For someone who was so nervous about doing this just a few minutes ago, you seem pretty eager now."
Brenda tried to wipe the smile from her face, but failed. She was excited. This was new and fun. A night with a humanoid companion? Why the hell not?
"I'm warming up to it," Brenda lied, minimizing the true extent of her excitement.
"Okay," Lynn said, stepping away from the screen. "Ready."
The ladies rushed over to the Creation Room doorway where another attendant with a friendly smile waited for them. "Follow me, ladies," the woman said, leading them down the hallway.
The attendant made a left turn at the end of the hallway and pushed open the clear glass double doors of the Creation Room studio.
But Brenda's heart fluttered in her chest and Lynn squealed next to her as they could already see their MYMs through the glass doors.
The three companions stood side by side, hands folded in front of them as they welcomed the women with warm smiles.
"Ladies, your companions. Enjoy," the attendant said before turning to leave the women alone with their creations.
Brenda watched Penelope and Lynn rush over to their companions. They were both greeted with hugs and began chatting away. But Brenda hesitated, anxiety rearing its ugly head again. She swallowed as her companion made his way toward her. His stride was smooth and confident and his eyes warm, she noticed, when he reached her.
He held out a hand for hers, shocking Brenda that he hadn't tried to hug her. She shook his hand.
"You seemed nervous," he said, answering the question in her mind. "I didn't want to be presumptuous by going in for a hug, you know. "
Brenda felt her heart flip again. She remembered her personality selections and grinned knowingly.
This was really legit, she marveled, as he lifted her hand and brought it to his lips. She didn't know if she'd be able to walk out of there on her own two feet if he kept this up.
He lowered her hand gently caressing the top of it, sending a chill throughout her body. "You're safe with me," he assured her.
He kept her hand cradled in his own as they followed the other two couples out of the studio and back to the parking lot. Brenda wasn't quite sure of how she'd arrived there. It seemed she'd floated there, carried away by…wait, what was his name? she wondered, realizing that in her daze she'd hardly spoken a word to him, much less asked his name.
But before she could ask, Penelope and Lynn, came over to them. "We're gonna leave now, Brenda. Are you good?" Penelope asked her friend. But Penelope’s appreciative gaze was trained on Brenda’s MYM as she spoke.
Brenda, still dazed and blown away by the realistic look and feel of her MYM, only nodded. She watched as her friends happily returned to their respective vehicles with their companions and drove off and away.
Brenda pulled her keys out of her purse and unlocked the passenger door for him. "What do I call you...I mean, what's your name?"
"You can call me Rodney."
Brenda stood nervously in her bedroom across from Rodney. She'd given him the tour of her home and stood awkwardly in the last room of the home tour, unsure exactly what she was supposed to do now.
He hadn't tried anything up until that point and had even listened patiently and respectfully as she rambled on and on about her breakup and ex-boyfriend.
She was surprised and relieved that he’d seemed eager to serve as a listening ear for her. Was this what all MYMs were like? she wondered. Or was she just a wiz with making her selections?
Staring into her eyes, Rodney took a step forward and reached out for her hand. He gently pulled her close and pulled her into a warm hug. "You don't have to be nervous. We don't have to do anything. In fact, we shouldn't," he said his lips brushing lightly against her ear as he spoke. And even as he insisted they keep things chaste, the thoughts that his lips against her flesh induced were nowhere near innocent.
"You just had a big breakup and I can see you're tired. You're just resting tonight. I'm making sure of it." He pulled her by her hand and led her to the bed. Rodney pulled the sheets back, waited for her to crawl in and then covered her body. "Get some rest. I'll go lie down on the sofa."
Brenda shot upright. "Wait," she said, stopping him on his way out of the bedroom door.
He looked back with questioning eyes.
"I'd like to have you sleep with me, I mean...beside me...if it's okay." Brenda realized what she was asking. But though he was technically a stranger, MYM companions were known for being completely safe and trustworthy. There'd never been any reports of foul play or criminal incidences with an MYM, so she figured this wasn't the same as asking some random human stranger to sleep in her bed.
It's like sleeping with a teddy bear, Brenda, she assured herself.
He gave her a soft smile and returned, climbing in bed next to her. But when he moved close pulling her into his arms to spoon her, a teddy bear he was not. He was all man, with a warm, tight embrace.
She sank back into his chest and fell safely, contentedly, fast asleep.
Brenda stirred awake, opening her eyes to darkness. When did he get up to turn off the lights? she wondered, realizing that she'd slept through any movements he'd made. Rodney was right. She hadn't realized how tired she was.
She inched over just enough to glance at the digital clock at her bedside. 3:47.
She moved back to her warm spot next to him and felt his arm enclose around her waist again.
Brenda shuddered when she felt his kiss against her neck. "You okay?"
Rodney found her hand and interlocked his fingers with hers. "Good," he said, kissing her ear. "Good night."
Brenda turned around to face him. She reached out to touch his face, amazed at how real the stubble growing there felt against her palm. He didn't feel humanoid. He felt completely human to her.
"I'm not tired anymore," she whispered, leaning forward to kiss his lips. He immediately pulled her into him, returning her kiss with a surprisingly deep passion. His erection grew and pressed against her mound. She rolled her hips into him, never daring to break their kiss. He was too good at it. She couldn't get enough of the sweet taste of his mouth and his tongue whirling and colliding with hers.
His hands roamed her body, then found her bottom. Rodney's hands seemed to swallow her ass cheeks as he gripped them and pulled her up and on top of him.
Their kiss still unbroken, he ran his hands under her shirt and along her bare flesh, causing goosebumps to prickle her skin.
Rodney pulled the shirt over her head, unsnapped her bra and sucked on one of her ample-sized breasts. His tongue circled and flicked her nipple in his mouth. Brenda shuddered and gasped when his hands made their way down her hips and positioned her on top of his hard erection poking out of the opening of his boxers.
Still sucking on her, he moved her hips at a slow, steady pace on his cock. Brenda felt her own juices, now coating his boxers, against her inner thigh as she moved her own pelvis along with the rhythm he directed.
He unlatched from her breast and began to fondle and grip both breasts as she sat up straight, losing herself in the fill of him inside her.
"God…" Brenda breathed out,"Where have you been all of my life?"
"With you all along," Rodney said, dragging the soft skin of his open palms along her waist, then thighs, and back to her ass.
Brenda's body tingled from the sensation of his caressing her skin and filling her from within. Her hands squeezed his chest as she increased the undulating movements of her hips, riding him faster and faster until she exploded. She felt Rodney’s body trembling beneath her, as he came with a force that shocked her.
When he opened his eyes to look at her, she fell over onto the bed beside him and propping an elbow on her pillow, rested her cheek in her hand. “Do you…?” She hesitated, uncertain of how she should word her question.
“Do I…?” he repeated, encouraging her to continue.
“Are...are you able to…?”
“Orgasm?” he asked, completing her question.
“Yeah. And feel it…”
“Yeah. And everything else.”
He nodded. “Oh yeah, I do. All of it.”
She raised her eyebrows. The surprises just kept coming.
Brenda reached out to finger the thick hairs of his chest. She couldn’t get over how real he felt. She sighed and moved over to curl underneath his arm. It was going to be hard as hell to have him return to the Make-Your-Match studio after the weekend was over.
Brenda smiled, remembering how apprehensive she was about doing this when her friends had first suggested it. But now, she didn’t want to let him go. Nevertheless, she let the movement of his chest rising against her ear lull her to sleep, resisting the urge to count down the time she had left with him. And instead, she enjoyed their contented moments of blissful peace together.
Dominic dropped his bag next to the front door and fell into his usual after-work routine. He thumbed through the mail on the bar in the kitchen before going to grab a glass of water from the fridge.
But something was different, he realized, as he lowered his glass onto the counter-top in the kitchen next to a piece of paper.
The paper was yellowed, as if aged with time and printed on it was the floor plan to their home.
“What in the…?” He picked it up to get a better look at the details. The drawing resembled a map, and in the center of their bedroom was a bold letter X. Dominic frowned at the crude rendition of a pirate-style map in his hands.
What was Rielle up to now?
He picked up the map and called out on his way to their bedroom.
“Rielle. Rielle, what’s this?”
He found her sitting on the bed, a sly grin spread across her face. She reclined casually across their pillows and motioned for him to come closer. He sat down on the bed at her feet and held out the map, repeating, “What’s this?”
With a quick glance down and then back up at Dominic, she stated calmly, “It looks like a map.”
“Yeah, but a map to what?”
“Hmmm...well, it looks like a pirate’s treasure map to me, don’t you think?”
Dominic laughed. “Rielle, what kinda scheme have you concocted now?”
She gave an innocent shrug. “No schemes here. I’m just stating the obvious. I’d guess that you’re holding a map to some kind of major fortune in your hands.” She tilted her head to the side and grinned. “Think you should start looking for it?”
Dominic smiled and stood, following her suggestion. He looked at the map, then back up at the closet. After a quick search, he made his way to the dresser drawers, opening one after the other, but came up with nothing.
With an exasperated sigh, he said, “ What exactly am I looking for?”
“What kind of treasure? Gold? Silver?”
She shrugged. “Maybe.”
Dominic looked down at the map again then back at Rielle. “At least give me clues to let me know whether I’m hot or cold.”
“Okay,” she said. “I can do that.”
Dominic took a few steps forward.
“Warm,” she said.
He continued forward, stepping into the bathroom when Rielle yelled, “Cold.”
He stepped back and moved toward the room’s sitting area.
She shook her head. “Oh no, baby. You’re still cold. Freezing cold.”
He moved toward the nightstand next to their bed.
He turned to face her.
“Hot,” she said, excitement lighting her brown eyes.
He grinned. “Hot, huh?” When he reached out to touch her, she giggled and said, “Boiling. You’re boiling hot.”
“Ah,” he said, in his best pirate’s voice. “Me thinks I’ve found my pirate’s booty.”
Rielle erupted in laughter and nodded. “Yeah, you’ve found the booty.”
He pulled her toward his body, covering her lips with his own. “Not a bad prize.”
“I didn’t say you were done, “ she said, pulling away. “You should keep looking.”
Dominic’s lip curved upward into a half grin and he lowered one strap of her pink satin gown.
She shook her head. “Uh-uh. You’re getting cold again. Wrong way.”
Dominic narrowed his eyes and rubbed his chin, eyeing her as if her body were a puzzle he was trying desperately to figure out. He reached out and lifted her dress a couple of inches and Rielle nodded, encouraging him to continue.
When he lifted the gown above her panties, he found a dark tattoo of an X, matching the X printed on the map.
His head shot up to meet her smiling eyes. “I think I’ve found it.”
Rielle nodded again. “X marks the spot.”
He ran his hand softly over the dark letter on her deep brown skin. “This temporary?”
“Um-hmm. But not the treasure. That’s not temporary. You find it, you keep it.”
“Yeah?” he asked, lowering the pink and gold satin panties she wore. But he stopped when he saw the matching pink and gold rhinestones that decorated her mound. The shiny embellishments followed the V shape of her freshly trimmed pubic hair and continued along the sides of her labium.
Dominic fingered the gems. “Finders keepers,” he said, allowing his index finger to continue to the center of her sex, gently separating the bejeweled lips until he found her clitoris.
Rielle’s head dropped back against the pillows. And her lips parted as she released a heavy sigh of pleasure.
“This, my love, is one treasure I’m keeping,” he said, lowering his mouth to her protruding bud and lapping her mercilessly with his tongue. She squirmed, but he didn’t care, continuing his oral pleasuring until her body shook with her powerful orgasm.
Dominic remained there, lazily lapping up every drop of her, before placing kisses along the sensitive skin of one labia and then the next. But it wasn’t long before he felt Rielle reach down to grasp the sides of his face, pulling him up until his body was atop hers.
She eagerly helped him out of his clothes, and moaned when his warm naked flesh melted against her own. He moved within her, caressing and kissing her face as they relished in the slow, sweet rhythm they created together. Maybe time sped up, maybe it slowed down, or maybe it stood still. Neither could tell as they became lost in the rapture of the moment.
But soon Rielle’s moans intensified, Dominic’s pace increased, and his body tightened as they both rode the waves toward their shared climactic experience.
Last week Anthony told me I was a prude. Now, granted, he didn’t just come out and say it that way. I’ll admit, I asked him what he thought my freak number was if he were to rate me on a scale from one to ten.
He was hesitant at first, eyeing me like he knew whatever he said would get him in trouble. But when I told him that I wouldn’t get upset because I just wanted the truth, he told me he’d give me a four, maybe a five.
I stared at him for a minute, unsure of how to respond. In his eyes, I was barely even halfway up the damn scale.
And that was enough to get my competitive blood boiling. I played it cool, smiled, and thanked him for his honesty. But that was the beginning of the end of Ms. Freak Number Four, maybe a Five. I was gonna give him the ride of his life.
After a search of the mall lingerie shops and online I finally found the perfect black lace teddy to help me facilitate my grand scheme.
Anthony had no idea what I was capable of. See, just because I hadn't ever really shown him that side of myself didn't mean it didn't exist. But we’d only been together for almost eight months and he seemed to be okay with what we were doing up until then.
He'd never vocalized that he wanted anything different, which was why I figured just more of the same was the way he liked it. And I guess that's why the “Communication is important in a relationship” concept, though pretty annoying to hear by now because everyone loves parroting it, is kinda spot on.
No, he hadn't taken the time to tell me what he wanted, but I hadn't asked either. And working off of assumptions never gets anyone anywhere. Yeah, I'm keeping the cliche lines coming, but why stop when I'm on a roll? And hell, when they're true.
Anyway, the next weekend, I planned to be ready for him. He had a late flight arrival after a week-long business trip and as usual was being brought home in an Uber.
The only difference was that after this trip, I was waiting up for him in a chair I'd placed in the middle of my bedroom, the light from the candles I’d lit casting shadows along the walls.
I was playing it cool but my heart fluttered in my chest when I heard the door open downstairs and the sound of his shoes on the hardwood floors.
After a few brief moments of moving around downstairs, I heard him climb the stairs.
I'd left the door open, and when he appeared at the doorway and reached for the light, I said, "Don't. "
His hand was still on the switch and he called out, "Danielle?"
"Leave the light off," I said.
Light from the hallway streamed in on his face as he squinted into the dim room. "Why are you sitting in the dark?"
"Just come here," I ordered.
When he stopped in front of me, I stood, grabbed hold of his arms and turned us around to push him into the chair in my place.
I watched his eyes travel down my body as he took in the sight of me in the fitted, cleavage-bearing, crotchless black teddy I’d chosen. A huge grin stretched across his face. He was excited. And so was I. I was eager to see just how he’d rank me after that night.
“What’s this about?”
I stepped forward, placing my legs outside of his seated body and then lowered down to sit on his lap so that we were face to face. I touched his cheek, caressing the stubbly 5-o’clock shadow. “You remember when you gave me a four, maybe five on the freak scale the other day?”
His face crinkled in confusion before his eyes lit up as if he’d recalled the memory. “Ohhhh...yeah, I remember,” he said.
“Well, I just don’t think it’s fair that you rank me when you haven’t even seen the half of what I can do,” I said with a saucy grin. I winked at him, amused at his stunned expression. I had a feeling I was up to a six already.
“Hmmm…” I said, tapping a finger to my chin after I stood to walk around his chair. “I’m not sure you’re gonna be able to keep your hands to yourself, though. Rules are, there’s no touching the dancers in this club.”
He burst into laughter. “This club?”
I placed a hand on my hip and tapped my foot, waiting for his laughing to cease. “Finished?”
He nodded, “Yeah, yeah,” he said, suppressing his snickering. “Don’t worry, I know how to keep my hands to myself.”
I shook my head, “No. Not buying it,” I said, moving over to retrieve the rope that I’d stashed in my drawer. I stretched it out, and playfully rotated the rope in a circle like a lasso before I said, “Hands behind your back.”
I waited for him to comply. Despite the apprehensive look on his face, he slowly moved his hands back until they were behind the chair. I knelt down, tied the rope around his wrists and tugged at it, testing for security. Happy with my handiwork, I rose to my feet and lit the candles that I’d placed around the room.
I then returned to stand in front of him, pivoted on my feet and turned so that my back faced him and began my erotic dance.
In the dark, quiet room, I moved without music or any other sound that could distract him from his own personal, private show. Only the shadows of my frame danced along the wall in sync with my movements while the aromatic scents from the candles filled the air around us.
I shot a tantalizing look over my shoulder and smiled as his brown eyes lit up watching the slow, hypnotic roll of my hips. I bent forward at the waist, flashing him a view of my bare pussy lips between the crotchless lace outline of the teddy. He licked his lips hungrily and his mouth fell open as he observed my seductive dance.
I glanced down at the tent his erection made in his slacks before moving closer to sit on his lap. I could hear him grunt behind me as I circled my hips into him, feeling his hard bulge between my ass cheeks. After a few more slow, tortuous gyrations, I stood again and began my striptease. First, I let one strap of the teddy fall off my left shoulder. Then with a finger I slid the other strap down my right shoulder. I smirked at him over my shoulder and inched the material down until my breasts were exposed. I turned around to face him and moved toward him again to straddle his lap and face him this time. I cupped the sides of his face and took his lips into mine, hungrily tasting his mouth before I pulled back and lowered his head down to my breast.
He circled the areola of the breast I'd presented him and then licked and sucked on my stiff nipple. His erection pressed against my slit, and my rhythmic movements against him only made him grow harder. It turned me on. So much so, that I knew he could feel the proof of my arousal dampening his slacks.
I reached down between us, grasping the straining bulge before reaching up to unbutton his pants. “It’s time for these to come off. Allow me,” I said, since he was clearly not in a position to do it himself. I slid his pants and briefs down, removing them along with his shoes and returned to sit atop him. Skin against skin now, his hard rod pressed firmly against my slick cunt, I worked my hips, forming a figure 8 as I ground into him. As I moved, I leaned forward to kiss him, tasting him as he moaned into my mouth and I continued with my provocative lap dance.
I bit and pulled at his bottom lip before leaning over to whisper in his ear, “Tell me. What’s my freak number now, Anthony?”
Awaiting his answer I watched him wince as my slick sex ground harder against his dick.
“A seven...no, no, an eight,” he stuttered.
He shrugged, but closed his eyes, as I gyrated my hips in a circular motion. He blew out a breath, and panted out. “Okay, nine. A nine.”
I shook my head. “No, no, dear. That won’t do. A nine’s not enough.” I lifted up, took his penis in my hand and slowly slid down onto him. But I stopped short, only taking in the head of his member as I watched his chest heave with his rapid breathing.
“I really, really want to be a ten, babe. I need to be a ten,” I playfully begged, grabbing onto the back of his head as I slid up and down his shaft, using the most shallow and most tortuous strokes that I could.
With a frustrated gasp, finally he said, "Fuck...ten…you're a ten." He squirmed in the chair, shifting his bound wrists inside the rope.
"Right. That's what I like to hear," I said, leaning forward to kiss his mouth before offering him my other breast. I dropped my head back and moaned, cupping his head as he suckled me. "Since you gave the right answer, I think you deserve a treat."
I lowered myself down until I'd completely engulfed him inside me, no longer interested in taunting him.
I gripped his shoulders and rode him slowly, feeling the vibration of his groans of pleasure inside me.
But it wasn't long before his body shook with the force of his climax, and I felt him grow limp beneath me.
I pouted and wiped away the sweat on his brow. "Oh, I wasn't ready yet," I whined.
"Shit," he breathed out, " What did you expect? You're a ten, baby. You can't expect me to hold back for long. "
I giggled and he smiled up at me, still panting from exhaustion. He winked at me. "But I’ll tell you what. If you untie me, we can do this again. And I won't stop until you're ready."
I gave him a kiss before hopping up, a victorious grin brightening my face as I basked in my newfound Freak Number Ten status.
Lola took an aggressive step toward Nathan and waved her hands emphatically. “ I don't know how much longer I can do this,” she exclaimed.
Distress covered Nathan's face and he ran his hands over his head. "You're not the only one frustrated here, Wanda,” he said, his voice rising in volume.
Lola smiled, then stepped back to retrieve the script from the kitchen bar beside her. “That was really good, Nathan. Much better,” she said as she slid her index finger down the page to find her next line.
Nathan and Lola were classmates in the mid-level acting course they'd both signed up for at a local acting studio.
This was the third course they'd taken together and they’d become regular partners since their second. Both had grown in their craft at remarkable rates and attributed that to their practice. They were devoted to going over class exercises together regularly as well as running through lines with each other for their respective auditions.
Lola continued, moving closer to Nathan, her eyes level with his. She lowered her voice to a threatening tone. "I'm serious, Jax, I've taken all that I can in this. I think it's best we end it now.”
Crestfallen, Nathan's shoulders drooped in response to her words. But suddenly his entire demeanor changed, his facial expression intense as he took a step even closer until her body heat mixed with his and he was practically inhaling the breath she exhaled. Lola was frozen in place as she stared into his striking hazel eyes. She'd noticed before how gorgeous his eyes were, but she'd never seen them this close. She was spellbound.
"What if I don't want to end it?" he asked, an odd half smile curving his lips upward.
Lola's brow furrowed and she reached out for her script on the counter. She didn't remember that being in there. Lola ran her finger down the page. No, it wasn't in there.
Nathan moved closer, as close as he could get without their lips touching. She could smell the sweet odor of his breath when he whispered,"I'd rather begin it."
Before Lola could get her question about where he was getting his lines from, he cupped her chin, pulled her mouth toward his and kissed her lips.
Lola's eyes drifted closed as she felt her body melting against his, the warmth of his chest pressing against her breasts. He pulled more of her mouth into his, intoxicating her with his taste and his scent. She'd thought about this, about kissing his lips, for months. But she'd never planned to admit that to him. He was too good as a partner and a friend, and she didn't want to risk ruining that because she had a crush on him.
But as he reached his hands up to massage her breasts and finger her nipples, she wasn't entirely sure if she was in the middle of one of her fantasies about him or if this was really real.
But when he pulled away, separating the lock of their lips, she was forced into reality when he asked, "You okay?"
He didn’t need to ask. Of course she was okay with this.
Lola bit her lip and grabbed onto his hands, returning them to her breasts as her answer. He understood her silent urging and moved his warm hands underneath her shirt to caress and flick her nipples until she moaned out her delight.
Between brief kisses and playful pulls of her lips between his own, he asked, "Do you...know...how long…I've waited to do this?"
Lola shook her head.
"Way too long."
Nathan impatiently pulled her shirt up and over her head before tossing it off to the side. He unsnapped her bra at record speed and sent it flying in the same direction as her shirt. He bent down to circle her breast with his mouth and suckled, while his hand searched below.
He found what he sought beneath her panties and strummed her clit with his finger. It wasn't long before the dual sensation sent her reeling again and bucking against his hand with her climax.
Nathan grabbed Lola's waist and hoisted her up to sit onto the edge of the kitchen counter top. She lifted her bottom as he slid by her panties off and then proceeded to quickly climb out of his own clothing.
She lifted an impressed brow as she studied his firm ass when he bent over to fish a condom out of the wallet in his pocket. They'd spent so much time together, mostly remaining serious about their work, that she hadn't focused much on his physique. But now with him naked and completely bared to her, she liked what she saw.
Her admiration of him was interrupted, however, when he returned to her, fully wrapped and ready to go.
He clutched her waist in his hands and brought her to the edge of the counter until his erect penis pressed against her sex.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, forcing him toward her. When he pushed his hardness inside her she gasped as she took him in, bit by bit.
Nathan paused, his eyes peering into hers as they both savored their first moment of joining. He let his hands run lazily along the top of her thighs and Lola felt her skin heat beneath the trail of his touch.
He leaned forward to pull her mouth into his again as he began moving inside her in a steady rhythm. He languidly sampled her lips and slowly moved in and out of her, as if he wanted to draw as much of the moment out as he could.
Lola wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer to her as she pushed her hips forward to take in more of him.
Behind her, his hands squeezed her ass as he picked up their pace, grunting as his passion-laced stare burned through her.
"You're so fucking hot," he said, his breaths coming out in heavy pants. His words combined with the intensity of his gaze and his deep strokes, sent her body into a convulsive climax.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on as he stroked wildly toward his own orgasm.
"Mmm…"Lola purred as she struggled to catch her breath. Finally she said, "So, Nathan, about this last scene of ours...that...that wasn't in my script."
Nathan laughed and treated her to another slow kiss. "I just took the liberty of adding some much needed changes. Did you like it?"
She nodded before giving an enthusiastic "Mmm-hmm," and adding one more kiss to their script changes.
Shannon enters the bedroom, wearing only a pink silk scarf around her neck to complement her nude body. She saunters over to where I’m laying naked on our bed. I’d hurried out of my clothes when she’d disappeared into the bathroom minutes ago.
But I’m frowning as I watch her crawl onto the bed on her hands and knees, the scarf dragging along the bed between her breasts and legs. “What’s the scarf for?” I ask.
“You’ll see. I just wanted to try something new.”
She reaches me and touches my face with her long, slender fingers as her lips envelop mine and I taste the cool, sweet taste of the mints she’d had earlier. Her kiss is deep. Passionate. Sexy. Enough to make my dick rock hard and to stir every desire I have reserved just for her, inside of me.
The soft scarf tickles my crotch before she moves it aside to replace the sensation of silk cloth with the feel of her wet pussy as she presses it against my shaft.
I blow out my breath in a shudder as she rocks and gyrates her hips against me, wetting me with her juices.
And now her full lips wrap around my mouth as she showers me with her equally wet kisses.
But she pulls away, sitting back on her knees and taking the scarf into her hands. When she traces the silk lightly along my shaft, I shiver from the tickling of the material on my skin.
Then she drags it along my abdomen up my chest and then up to my neck.
“Like it?” she asks.
“Mmm-hmm,” I answer.
Shannon then straddles me again, one hand lightly wandering along my body, the other hand holding her pink scarf to trail it lightly along my face.
I close my eyes, getting lost in the sensory overload she's subjecting my skin to. And she only adds to the sensual sensory assault when she kisses my lips softly before again pressing her slick cunt against my cock.
“Shiiiii…,” I start, but am stopped by her lips enveloping mine as she devours my mouth and gyrates her hips, forward then back on me. And just as I find myself getting hypnotized by her movements she leans back on her knees, and slowly slides the silk scarf over my mouth.
Shannon moves down my body, trailing the silk scarf along my skin and following the scarf trail with soft, wet kisses from her lips. She slides the smooth material along my pelvis down to my penis, softly wrapping the cloth around my erect shaft. She then finishes her kiss trail, down one leg and returns up to treat the other leg to the same.
And now, she’s back to my silk-encased dick, and sandwiches it between both of her hands, lightly rubbing the soft material up and down along my shaft, delighting me with the odd, but pleasurable new sensation. I moan out my appreciation, reach down to grab the side of her head. I try to coax her back up to kiss her mouth again, but she eases my hand away and returns to what she’s doing.
Shannon finishes the gentle sliding of her silk cloth against my hard as steel cock a few seconds more, and then unravels it and lets it fall away onto the bed beside me. I look down in time to see her sly smile as her lips slowly wrap around the head of my shaft. My eyes close as I sink my head into the pillow and enjoy the attentive stroking of her hands and mouth.
And my head nearly explodes when without skipping a beat, she lifts up and mounts me, pulling me inside her. The long moan she lets out as she begins her slow, rhythmic ride, only makes me stiffen more inside her hot, wet canal.
Shannon slides her hands along my arms before she entwines our fingers, locking our hands as she rides us both into mind- blowing orgasm. And it isn’t long before we’re both fast asleep, Shannon lying on my chest as her body rises and falls with my breaths, her silk prop nestled between us.
Wallace plunged underneath the cool lagoon water and swam off and away from the group of tourists who’d arrived with him.
As soon as the tour guide had given them all permission to go off and explore other areas on their own, he hadn't wasted a single second.
Wallace swam farther and deeper into the lagoon, separating himself from the crowd until he came to an isolated caved-in area. Though slight fear and anxiety fluttered away in his chest, his overwhelming curiosity propelled him further.
He couldn't quite explain it but he felt pulled in, as if by some invisible force. And he continued without pausing to figure out why.
When he finally made it to the center of the cave structure, he stopped, treading water as he looked around, admiring the iridescent blues and greens on the cave walls.
He'd waited years to travel here to witness the naturally formed South American marble caves.
Admittedly, he'd experienced a moment of apprehension when the tour guide had mentioned the local folklore of mysterious disappearances surrounding some of the cave structures.
But she'd assured the tour group that there hadn't been a reported disappearance for over fifteen years. That was enough to soothe his fears and allow him to go exploring without much of a second thought.
But now, as his feet kicked back and forth beneath the water’s surface, keeping him in place, he felt the initial apprehension creeping back in. The cave was beautiful, so that wasn't the problem. He loved being surrounded by such a beautiful natural feature, but a strange sensation of feeling watched made his skin crawl.
Then, he heard it. Whispering. It was faint, but he was sure it was real. Real enough to make him slow down his treading of the water to listen more carefully.
Silence, save for the gentle water sounds surrounding him.
He whipped his head around, water from his hair splashing him in the eye. He knew he hadn't imagined it that time, he thought, as his eyes darted around the mystical enclosure.
Where had the sound come from? And who'd called his name? Even more, who knew who he was out here in the middle of these South American waters so far away from home?
Wallace, the voice called again, more insistent and closer now. There was no doubt in his mind this time. An unmistakably feminine voice was calling for him.
Come to me, Wallace.
He spun around quickly again, then squinted down to peer into the crystal clear water.
There was nothing and no one around. In the distance he could see the tourists he'd come with swimming inside another cave. But they were so far away that none of them could have been responsible for the whispering he'd heard.
Come to me, Wallace.
What the hell? Wallace thought, just before he felt a slight tugging at his right leg. He flailed his arms, splashing wildly against the water's surface as he tried to swim back and away. But it was useless, as he felt something continue to pull on him. He looked down again in a panic, but there was nothing beneath the water and nothing grasping onto him. But that still didn't explain what he clearly felt.
Then, the inexplicable was compounded when the calm water began to rage around him.
Waves formed around him, almost as if participating in some strange synchronized dance of nature. Wallace watched in amazement as the wall of water assembled around him and began a steady, counterclockwise spin.
A whirlpool. Was he caught in the middle of a fucking whirlpool? Suddenly his dream vacation had become a nightmare.
And he soon found that his flailing and kicking did nothing to keep him from moving around the steady aquatic stream, closer and closer toward the center.
Wallace's fatigue from his fighting the inevitable soon won out and he was forced to surrender to whatever frightening place the whirlpool was taking him.
He let his body go limp and floated along with the current, closing his eyes so that he at least didn't have to watch the impending pull toward his watery death.
Death by drowning. He'd never imagined that would have been the way he'd go out. His mind flashed back to the childhood game he'd played with friends.
“What do you think would be the worst way you could die?” they'd asked.
Some picked death by fire. Others picked being buried alive, or a plane crash. For Wallace, it had always been death by drowning. That fear was what had propelled him to learn not only how to swim as a kid, but to even join his high school's swim team. He was sure that death by drowning would never be his fate. But ironically now, there he was, awaiting such a death.
Maybe if he closed his eyes it would at least expedite things, he thought. Hopefully the filling of his lungs with water would happen quickly and he wouldn't have to suffer too much and for too long.
He felt the rushing water encircling his neck. He squeezed his eyes shut tighter, sending up prayers and calls for help to anyone or anything that could help him now.
The beautifully clear water he’d just admired now splashed against his cheeks and into his eyes as it continued to rise. But there was nothing more he could do. He gave up, letting his body finish its last revolution along the whirlpool's path until it finally sucked him down underneath the water's surface.
He kept his eyes and mouth closed tightly, clinging to the last breath he'd managed to take in before going under.
The voice again? He was hallucinating for sure, he thought.
But his hallucinations and that voice were the last thing on his mind as he was kind of preoccupied at the moment with dying.
Wallace, breathe, and open your eyes.
Breathe? Confused, Wallace opened his eyes to find the shock of his life. In the distance, miles away, but within view, was an underwater city. The gorgeous structures appeared to be made of crystal and shone brilliantly in the same vibrant blue and green colors of the cove above the water's surface.
And...he could breathe...underwater! As his chest lifted, inhaling water happened as naturally as if he were breathing in air. What magical underwater world had he accidentally slipped into? And how would he get back?
Do you really want to leave so soon?
The voice came again and echoed around him in a kind of underwater surround sound.
Since this mystery woman could read his thoughts, Wallace figured answering her back in his mind would suffice.
What is this place? Who are you?
Wallace waited, his eyes scanning the city before him for signs of life. There was no one. Nothing. It was as if every living creature had abandoned the area. Wallace looked above him, straining to see if he could estimate the distance to the surface. From this position, he couldn’t tell how far down he was.
Wallace looked back over at the bright city behind him one last time before he began swimming upward. Surely he couldn’t be too far from the surface, he thought, hoping his assumption was correct. He may have been able to breathe underwater now, but who knows how long that would last, he thought. And if he could avoid making his death by drowning fear come true, he would.
You won't drown Wallace. You can't drown. You belong here.
The words were accompanied by a quick flash out of the corner of his eyes. He turned his head in the direction of the flash, only to see nothing in the clear water at his side.
Is that you? he thought, his head darting back and forth around him.
Another quick flash, but this time he saw what appeared to be a scaled fish tail swim by, then disappear from sight.
Where are you?
Silence. He waited a few minutes more for an answer, and when he received none, gave up and began his ascent toward the surface again.
This time he ignored the voice calling him as he focused on getting back above water.
The voice was louder and more insistent as he continued swimming, his eyes focused above him as he swam. He wasn’t going to be stopped any longer by hallucination, he thought, steeling himself as he sought to make it to the top. But when something swam directly above him, then past him and below him, he stopped dead in his tracks.
He was really losing it now because that something had the figure of a woman and...a fish. It couldn’t be. He looked around underneath the area where he swam searching to see if he was really imagining it or if he’d in fact encountered a mermaid.
Wallace felt ridiculous even thinking it. A mermaid? Really? There was no way in hell it could really be a mermaid. He turned his eyes back upward and swam even faster toward the surface. Maybe being underwater so long was causing delirium. He had to get back up to breathe air again. That would clear his mind, he reasoned. And he’d swim right toward the group, pretend like none of this happened, and never wander so far away from any tourist group again.
Wallace, please stay with me.
The figure was back and swimming toward him at an unbelievably break neck speed. Fearing collision, he swam to his side, in an attempt to move out of the way. But the figure just as quickly changed directions and continued on a path straight toward him.
Fear arrested him, and unable to move, he waited for the figure to reach him. As it grew closer he could see that the creature possessed the face of a beautiful woman and the distinct bare upper body of a woman as well. His eyes lowered to see the blue-green scales of the tail below her torso. There was no way it was his imagination, he realized,as she came to an abrupt halt centimeters in front of him.
His eyes widened in panic as the woman reached out to touch his face.
Please, don’t be afraid.
When her hand made contact with his face, a feeling of calm emanated from the point of contact and traveled down in a cascade until his entire body was placed into a state of ease. When her other hand cupped his other cheek an overwhelming feeling flooded over him. It could be described as nothing less than deep affection. The kind he’d felt only with one other woman he’d cared for. It felt almost like...like love.
He blinked several times, hoping that if this was an illusion, a few blinks would be enough to cause it to de-materialize and then he could continue on his way back up to the water’s surface.
I’m real, Wallace. And you have no need to fear. You know me, and I know you. I’ve been waiting many years for you.
Before he could ask her what she meant, her lips were on his. The kiss they shared was deep, all-consuming and better than any he’d ever experienced before. It almost felt as if not only were their mouths merging, but their entire beings as well.
As they kissed, he could feel her taking him up, up, and away. But their kiss was unbreakable as they moved upward through the water. Wallace lost himself in the hypnotizing pull of her lips locked on his and the enchanting feel of her tail encircling his legs. He'd never felt so safe before and never would've imagined it would be underwater with a mysterious mer-woman.
Finally they surfaced and Wallace was caught off guard by how easily he switched from breathing below water to inhaling air again.
“It's because you're one of us,” the mer-woman answered, reading his thoughts again, but answering his question aloud this time.
Wallace was startled again, but this time it was her voice that did it. It was pure melody, as if her voice became an effortless song floating in the air around them and moving with the wind.
His ears practically tickled from the delight of hearing such an entrancing sound. And she multiplied the effect by leaning forward, her bare nipples against his chest as she breathed her warm, humid breath against his ear.
“Would you like to stay with me a little longer?”
Mesmerized by eyes as azure blue as the water surrounding them he nodded. Her smile grew wide and she circled her arms around his neck, pressing her chest more firmly against his.
Her lips captured his again, and as he lost himself once more in the pleasurable feel of her soft mouth on his, he realized he didn't even know her name.
She pulled away and answered, “Milagros.”
“Milagros,” he said, rolling the name across his tongue as if testing it out.
She nodded and smiled at him kissing his lower lip, then his chin. She continued traveling down, slipping beneath the water as she created a line of kisses that started at his neck and only stopped when she reached his torso. He continued to tread water but worried if he'd be able to stay afloat as he was quite distracted by the ring of kisses she placed from the right side of his waist all the way to the opposite side.
Then, the feel of an unbelievably tight suction on his penis nearly sent him plunging underwater. It was practically impossible to stay above water when he could feel the alternation of her hands and mouth kneading and sucking him. He slowly sank down, water once again covering his head as he switched back to his newfound underwater breathing ability. He opened his eyes to watch Milagros’ enchanting form as she treated him to her oral offering.
And just as he felt himself teetering over the edge of climax, she ceased her oral treatment and grabbed his arm, leading the way as she swam them back toward the surface.
This time she'd brought them to the shore of a small island. Wallace noted the golden sand that covered the land and continued behind Milagros as she held onto his hand and led them both closer to the beach.
He wrinkled his brows in confusion as they drew closer to land. Did she plan to go ashore with him? And if so, how? he wondered, as he felt the occasional brushing of her tail against him as they waded toward the island.
But suddenly, the brushing against his body ceased and he watched as she, still holding his hand, emerged from the water to walk onto the beach. Her blue-green tail was now replaced with two long, graceful newly formed legs. Amazed, he watched as she walked with ease, leading the way as if she'd done this many times before.
She stopped abruptly and turned to face him, a look of pained offense in her eyes. Wallace heard her question, and her hurt, in his head, loud and clear. How could you think that?
Milagros then said defensively, “No, I haven't done this many times before. Only with you.”
She took hold of his arms and pulled her close to him, wrapping his arms around her waist. He stepped forward until he was flush against her naked body. “When I'm with you, we can be the same,” she explained. “I can be human, like you.”
Wallace grinned, amused by the question that popped into his mind. “So why doesn't that work the other way around?” he asked. “What would you call it? A merman? Why can't I be one of those?”
She gave a sly smile that lifted a corner of her mouth. “Who says you can't?”
But before he could say any more, Milagros seized his mouth again with her own. Their kiss was deeper and more passionate this time as Wallace eased them both down onto the warm sand.
As she lay atop him, he caressed her back, reveling in the feel of her satiny soft skin. Wallace removed his lips from hers and bent down to suckle on her breast, alternately flicking and sucking on her taut, rosy colored nipples.
His penis hardened against her sex and only stiffened more when she groaned and ground her hips into him in response. He'd never wanted any woman as badly as he wanted Milagros now. Of course, she'd heard his thoughts, he realized, when she giggled and met his eyes momentarily before tossing her head back again and pushing her breast further into his mouth. But he didn't care if she’d heard him. He wanted her to know just how much he desired her. Just how much he wanted to feel himself throbbing inside her as their bodies joined, uniting them completely.
Wallace leaned forward and hooked his arms around her thighs, bringing Milagros up until she knelt in the sand, straddling his chest.
Lying on his back in the sand, his blazing, fiery eyes locked on hers, he said, “Come up here, Milagros. Let me taste you.”
He watched her body shiver from his heated request and was shocked by the fact that his own body shook too as he felt the electrifying delight she experienced simultaneously shoot through him. And he instinctively knew why ----they were connected. He was one of them, whatever they were, as Milagros had informed him earlier.
Milagros complied, scooting up on her knees until she now straddled his chin. He gripped her ass bringing her up so that the top of her mound brushed against his nose and her sex was planted squarely on his lips.
Milagros cried out with the first licks he gave, and even Wallace could feel the shock-wave she was feeling make its way down his own spine. Her hands naturally found his head, and she braced herself as she began to rock her hips, grinding her clit against his probing tongue and sucking lips.
She panted out, helplessly succumbing to the determined way he feasted on her, until she was a bucking, writhing mess exploding her orgasmic release into his mouth.
He slowly ran his tongue over his lips, savoring the sweet tangy taste of her before he lowered her down again until her pussy was pressed against his hard as steel cock.
She released a long moaning sigh as he entered her, his lengthy cock filling her to the brim.
She gripped his arms as she rode him enthusiastically, their pleasure entangling until neither knew whether the source of what they felt arose from him or from her. It was all one intertwined mesh of pure bliss.
Neither could last much longer and both surrendered to the most intense orgasm Wallace had ever known in his life.
Exhausted, they collapsed, sand granules decorating their naked flesh. Sleep overtook them as they drifted off into a rejuvenating slumber, where even their dreams of their life together in the watery depths of the ocean were shared.
Wallace had no idea how much time had passed when he felt Milagros gently shake him awake.
“It's late,” she whispered. “You must return now.”
Wallace lifted onto his elbows and shook his head. “Go back? Now? I want to stay a little longer.”
She gave him a sad smile and he could feel the true heartbreak beneath it weigh heavily on his own chest.
“If you don't go now, you can never go back,” she said. Now he understood the reason for her sadness. She didn't want to let him go but knew that she had to.
He paused a moment, looking out at the blue waves in the distance. Wallace turned back slowly to Milagros. “If I stay, will I go…”
A slight look of hope brightened her azure eyes as she finished his sentence, “...home with me?” She nodded. “Yes. You will join my sisters and the others in our city below.”
“Their human mates.” Her smile widened. “You were the last, Wallace.”
Speechless, he found himself entranced by the joy and hope in her eyes. It was infectious, and he could no longer fathom returning to his old life. To what? An empty apartment full of the same old routine? And worse, without Milagros?
He watched her chest lift as she drew in an anxious breath, hearing every word in his head as he contemplated his decision, and hoping against hope that he'd decide to stay.
He held out a hand and waited for her to place her small delicate one in his. “Let's go.”
She hopped up excitedly, pulling Wallace behind her as they ran back into the sea. When submerged, Wallace felt an odd tingling sensation prickle the skin of his legs. He looked down to find them merging and fusing until he too now possessed a turquoise colored tail identical to Milagros’. She glanced back at him and opened her mouth in a silent laugh.
Believe me yet? she asked him in her head.
He nodded. He'd believed long ago. But he definitely got it now. He was one of them.
“Welcome home, Wallace,” Milagros said, leading him to the city below.
Most of the time, I usually take my trips to the gym alone because I've come to appreciate that invaluable solo time.
But with my new, barely a month old relationship with Stanley, I've been inspired to try lots of new things. And that includes inviting him along with me to get a little bit of gym time in.
And here now, with him lifting that barbell as he's doing an overhead press, I'm so glad he's with me. Because if he wasn't I'd feel pretty damned desperate salivating over him as I watch the rippling of his back muscles with each lift of the barbell.
So in order to prevent a puddle of my drool from collecting on the floor underneath my feet I decide to move away a bit to do some walking lunges of my own. My plan was to get a workout in, not to stare at Stanley the entire time. I turn my back to him and proceed with my regularly scheduled program, intent to concentrate on my own goals for the day despite the hot-ass guy working up a sweat behind me.
Even the thought of perspiration trailing down his forehead and the sides of his face with his exertion has me tempted to turn back around to watch him. I resist the urge though, and lunge toward the wall. But now, face to face with the wall and with no more room left to go this way, I can’t avoid turning around to retrace my steps and return to the spot where I started. No problem, I lie to myself, I’ve got this. Stanley’s not the first attractive man I’ve seen at the gym. Really, Ella, get a grip, I think to myself.
I turn back, walking and lunging across the floor, careful to keep my eyes straight ahead on the opposite wall. But who am I kidding? I let my curiosity get the best of me as my attention drifts back toward Stanley. Yep, he’s still there, pressing. And looking sexier than should be legally allowed for any one man.
He turns around to catch me watching him and I smile. He smiles back before taking a brief pause. Then he's back at it, with barbell squats this time. And I give up, finally admitting to myself that this is going to be way too much of a distraction.
I walk over to him and signal that I'm going to the exercise machines upstairs. He nods without missing a squat and I shake my head, disappointed at my weak attempt at self-control. Discipline, determination, and focus are supposed to be my thing. They're practically inherent parts of my personality as the daughter of a hard-assed ex-military father, who never seemed to recognize that his children were civilians and not one of his soldiers.
But Stanley's got one up on me, which even I have to admit is not only surprising but impressive and sexy as hell.
We'd returned to my place after my poor attempt at working out, and I was in the shower when I heard the bathroom door open and close. I glanced behind me to see Stanley peeling his damp gray shirt off of his body.
He grinned at me. “Do you mind if I hop in there with you? It's best if we be responsible citizens and conserve water.”
“Conserve water, huh? Is that your only motive for needing to jump in here right now?”
He nodded, but neither of us believed him.
I gestured for him to come in and returned to creating a lather with my towel. With my back turned to him, I felt a gust of wind blow against my skin as he opened the glass door and stepped inside of the enclosed shower. A distinct odor drifted my way, the evidence of his effort mingled in with his perspiration. And in spite of myself, I was turned on by his distinct, rank smell. But we needed to get clean, so I turned around, happy to do the honors.
I let the soapy towel drag along his skin, starting at his neck, then trailing it over his shoulders, under and down his arms, before moving to his torso. As I moved the towel along his skin, I let my other hand glide along the bumpy ridges of his defined pectoral and abdominal muscles.
I looked back up to find him intently watching my every move and said, “Can you turn around for me?” He did, and I continued with my attentive wash of his body, starting with the broad expanse of his back.
I watched his shoulders shiver from the feel of my fingernails grazing his skin from his shoulder to his buttocks. He reached back and grabbed my hand, taking the towel from me. “Now, let me.”
Stanley took his turn gliding the soapy towel over my naked body, carefully lingering over the peaks of my breasts and tight nipples. When he finally gave my sensitive nipples a break, he then brought the towel down to my pussy, only giving a quick teasing swipe, before he moved down to clean one leg and then the other. He was on his knees now as the water beat against him. He kissed my right thigh and drew the flesh into his mouth, making me moan out his name in pleasure. Then he returned, traveling upward again until he found the juncture where my thighs met.
Stanley lifted my leg up and over his shoulder and used the fingers of one hand to separate my lips. He kissed one side and then the other before turning his attention to my exposed, pulsating clitoris.
He showered kisses there, before taking my aching bud between his lips and pulling it fully into his mouth. Flashes of electric shock shot through me with his rhythmic sucking.
I gripped the sides of his shaved head, my hands slipping along the slick surface. Unable to keep a firm hold on him as I became lost in the sensation, I lifted my arms, in hopes that the shower walls could hold me up.
But when he took my other leg and tossed it over his other shoulder, burying himself in a fleshy enclosure made of my thighs, my hold against the shower wall grew weak. Luckily though, his tight grip on my ass was enough to keep me from falling as he made a meal of my freshly cleaned pussy.
My back arched as he ravished me, treating me to the steady slide of his tongue against my clit. And it didn’t take long for me to explode as water from the shower rained down on my face and breasts.
After a few teasing swipes against my now overly sensitive clit, he held me for a few seconds more, as I struggled to catch my breath. With my eyes still closed, I could hear him turn the knob of the shower fixture and felt the cool air replace the former beating of the water against my skin. I felt him move and opened my eyes to see him standing in front of me now. He pulled me close to him until our naked flesh melded together and then lowered his mouth to mine, fusing our lips together.
I pulled away and smiled up at him. “You know? I have a teeny tiny confession to make.”
“Watching you doing the overhead presses in the gym really turned me on. Does it sound stupid if I say I was kinda jealous?”
“Because you’ve never lifted me like that.”
He raised a brow. “All you had to do was ask.”
And without another word, he cupped the back of my naked, slick thighs and lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and clung to him as he turned off the water and led us out of the shower. He kissed my lips as he walked us into the bedroom.
“Still jealous?” he asked.
I nodded. “Yep. Lift me higher.”
He tugged at my mouth, sucking at my lips with his own before fulfilling my wish and lifting me higher. His face was between my thighs, which were once again draped over his shoulders. My head was only mere inches from the ceiling and when I felt his wet lips against mine I reached my hands up to the ceiling, bracing myself against his pleasurable licks.
He found my clit and pulled it into his mouth, claiming it as if it were his own...to possess, to savor, and to cherish. And already sensitive from his attentive stroking before, it was no match for the relentless suction from his lips as he suckled me into another fierce orgasm.
He kept going, but I brought my hands down to his shoulders, squeezing and pleading for mercy. “Wait,” I panted, “I can't take anymore.”
“You sure?” he asked, looking up at me from between my legs with those sexy, taunting eyes. I jumped when he gave another long swipe of his tongue. “Please…”
He laughed as he lowered my body and brought me to the bed.
I grinned up at him and curled my finger, beckoning him toward me. When he came close, I said, “I'm not finished exercising, you know. I've got one more. But I need you to do it with me.”
He raised a questioning eyebrow at my request. “Exercise after the shower? Kinda defeats the purpose of showering, don't you think?”
I shrugged, leaned up to kiss his lips, then said, “Maybe. But this one will be worth getting sweaty all over again.”
Excitement lit his eyes. “Yeah?”
I nodded, and continued. “See,” I said, looking around the room, as if I was searching for something. “I think I’ve lost my Ben-wa balls somewhere around here.” I turned back to him with a fake pout on my face.
“Ben….what? What are those?”
“They're Ben-wa balls. Kegel exercisers. They're for toning the muscles in the vagina?”
He cocked his head, realization lighting behind his eyes. His voice was light with amusement. “So what do you need me to do?”
“Just lie down,” I said.
He did and I swung my leg over his waist and took his penis in my hand.“My Ben-wa balls are nice and hard,” I said, massaging his soft shaft back to life. “So I need to get you to a comparable state for us to do this.”
He closed his eyes and let his head drop back onto his pillow. With a lazy grin on his face, he said, “Do whatever you need to.”
I continued my careful kneading and caressing until I was satisfied with my results. “Now you're ready to properly assist me.”
He opened his eyes slightly and watched as I moved back up and lowered onto him. I closed my own eyes, savoring his slow slide into me. I grasped onto his pecs, the ones I had to force my eyes away from in the gym earlier, and used them to brace myself as I rocked my hips up and down onto him.
He filled me completely, more than my Ben-wa balls ever had. “This…” I breathed out,“This is how I exercise with my…with the balls.” With that, I used my internal muscles the way I would have if I were performing my Kegel exercises with my Ben-wa balls. As I lowered onto him, fully taking his shaft into my canal, I paused, then squeezed. One quick, faint squeeze as I opened my eyes to watch his reaction. His chest rose beneath my palms with his deep intake of air.
When I squeezed my inner muscles again, tightening little by little until I practically held onto him with a vice grip, his eyes rolled back into his head as he released the breath he'd just taken in. The tight squeeze was pleasurable for me as well, more than just an exercise now.
And his response--the heavy breathing and quiet grunts as I subjected him to slow, intermittent squeezes of my Kegels--only served to turn me on even more.
I began to ride him again, but maintained my tight hold around him as I moved up and then down. He brought his hands to my hips and his fingertips dug into my flesh as he squeezed me and I squeezed him inside in return.
My own wave of climax was surging up within me, on the verge of release, when I felt Stanley's large hands move around to encompass both cheeks of my my ass. He guided me, picking up our pace and controlling our rhythm. And I refused to loosen my grip from inside until I felt his body begin to shudder from the intensity.
Now there was no going back as he raced us both to completion. My own finale was right behind his, followed by my collapse onto his chest. I was exhausted and spent but my sex and body hummed with pleasure.
Maybe, I think to myself as my fingertips glide lazily along his bare chest, solo exercise time isn't all it's cracked up to be. I'm liking this workout buddy thing a whole lot more now.
Owen glanced across the library table at his girlfriend Jocelyn as she was going to town highlighting damn near every word on the open page of her textbook.
As second-year medical students they spent more of their time in the library than anywhere else. And they’d both realized that the only way to maintain some semblance of a relationship and closeness with such a strict study schedule was to do it together.
So at least four nights a week they could both be found in the school library, at their usual spot, cramming their brains to the brim with as much information as it could hold.
Owen pushed aside his own Neuroscience textbook and pulled his laptop in front of him. He grinned and typed out a message for Jocelyn.
Owen: How much longer do you plan on staying?
Owen waited for Jocelyn to look up seconds later when she noticed his message flashing on her screen. She shot a quick smile his way and typed her reply.
Jocelyn: Not much longer. Maybe twenty more minutes. Why? You ready now?
Owen gave her a mischievous grin when she glanced up at him again and then looked back down at his laptop, tapping away furiously at the keys as he typed.
Owen: Yes. I’m done studying. But I’m not ready to leave yet. I had something else in mind.
Jocelyn met his eyes again and frowned as she mouthed, What?
Owen turned his attention back to the laptop and continued typing.
Owen: Yeah, you.
Jocelyn: I don’t get what you mean?
Owen: What would you do if I walked over there right now, turned you around, bent you over on this table and took you from behind?
Jocelyn’s eyes widened and her mouth fell open as she read the text. She let a quiet giggle escape her lips before she looked up at Owen and wagged her finger at him.
Jocelyn: You're so dirty. Are you studying Neuro or are you studying me?
Owen: That’s easy. Always you.
Jocelyn smiled, her cheeks reddening as she blushed at his message.
Owen: Let me tell you what else I want to do to you.
Jocelyn: Yes, tell me.
Owen: I want to make you put your books away.
Owen looked over at Jocelyn and saw her grin widen before she started typing again.
Jocelyn: How do you plan to do that?
Owen: First, I'll come over and have you sit on my lap.
Jocelyn: Okay. And then?
Owen: Then I’m going to rip off that shirt so I can take your breasts in my hands, and rub your puffy nipples between my fingers.
Jocelyn swallowed, and Owen could see her chest and neck flush red now. He smiled, pleased that his sexy messages were clearly heating her from the inside out.
Owen: Then I'll pull them into my mouth, one after the other, until I get you to moan.
Jocelyn: Really? All of that? In the library?
Owen: Why not? I like being able to taste you anywhere.
Jocelyn: I think I like that too.
Owen: You do? What else do you like?
Jocelyn: After you're done with my nipples, I want you to get on your knees.
Jocelyn let out a quiet laugh when she saw his eyebrows rise.
Jocelyn: Yeah. Get on your knees and kiss, then lick my left thigh. And don’t forget the right one either.
Owen: Mmmm. It's done. And what do you want me to do after that?
Owen looked up at Jocelyn and they both chuckled before she glanced over her shoulder and repositioned her laptop at an angle that made it harder for passersby to sneak a peek at her screen.
She began typing again.
Jocelyn: Then I want you to move to my pussy and slide your finger down the left lip, then the right.
Owen: In that order?
Jocelyn: Yes, in that order.
Owen: Again, done. Next?
Jocelyn: And next, I want you to do the exact same thing that you do with your fingers, but use your tongue this time.
Owen: You got it. And after I run my tongue over your pussy lips, I'll move to your slit and lick you until all of your juices coat my mouth.
Jocelyn's eyes widened and she placed a hand over her chest in a gesture of mock alarm before she responded.
Jocelyn: Whew. Babe, you've got me so wet just thinking about it.
Owen: Good. That was the goal. Now what do you say we make this happen?
Jocelyn gasped and began typing away furiously.
Jocelyn: Here?!! Are you crazy? You're supposed to be quiet in the library, remember? No way I'm gonna stay quiet if you’re doing all of that.
Owen: I don't want you to stay quiet.
Jocelyn: So what do you suggest?
Owen: I say we get out of here so I can see just how wet you are.
Jocelyn sent a wide eyed, blushing emoji, then continued typing.
Jocelyn: Let’s go. I’m not getting anymore studying done tonight.
Jocelyn looked over her laptop to meet Owen’s eyes and they exchanged mischievous grins as they quickly packed up their laptops and books.
They exited the library, their bodies close as Owen’s arm enclosed her waist. He leaned over to whisper hotly in her ear, “I want you. Right now. In the car.”
His suggestion coupled with his warm breath tickling her ear made the hairs all over her body stand on end. They picked up their pace, both eager to pick up where their cyber-sex fantasy had left off.
They reached the parking garage where they’d parked their SUV, and tossed their bags into the front seat before excitedly jumping into the backseat together.
Their mouths and bodies couldn’t collide and connect quickly enough. Their tongues intertwined as Owen covered Jocelyn’s body with his own. Her body was warm beneath him and he couldn’t resist pulling her closer to him and grinding against her sex with his pulsing erection. The dull ache within his groin that had started when they were cyber-sexing in the library was now a throbbing that could no longer be ignored. It needed acknowledgement and appeasement, immediately. And Jocelyn seemed driven by an equally consuming ache as she yanked his pants and underwear down and proceeded to slide out of her own pants.
But with a will of steel that allowed him to put his urges on hold, at least for the moment, Owen pulled his mouth away from hers and said, “Wait.”
“Huh?” she asked, confused.
“You put in a request in the library.”
Before she could ask any more questions, Owen was on his knees. He eased her legs apart, exposing her sex. He leaned forward and placed a kiss on the top of her mound before carrying out her orders as she’d stated in her message in the library.
He kissed and suckled her left thigh, then dragged his tongue lazily over her flesh up to the juncture of her thighs. Next, he made his way over to the right, treating her to identical kisses and licks.
Jocelyn’s chest heaved as she succumbed to the deep desire welling up inside her, threatening to erupt with every one of his sexy licks and touches.
“What did you say you wanted next?” he paused to ask, then reached out a finger to touch her left labium. “Oh yeah, that’s right.” He took a painstakingly long time to trace the length of her labium with his forefinger before he moved over to do the same with the right.
“There was more that you said you wanted me to do to you,” he said, bending down to bring his face lower, between her thighs. Suddenly, she felt the warm humidity of his breath blow against her pussy lips. And then, his tongue was on her, tracing from one side of her vulva to the other, the way his fingers had only moments before. And when his mouth captured one labium between his own lips and sucked it into his mouth, moving steadily upward and then over to its opposite, Jocelyn let her head fall back against the SUV door. Her lips parted in utter surrender as she called out his name in between her soft moans.
Jocelyn ran a hand through the silken dark waves of his hair and groaned when, as promised during their cyber session, he found his way to the slit of her sex. With a long, tortuously slow swipe of his tongue, he eased upward until he found her clitoris. Jocelyn squealed when his tongue spiraled around the sensitive bud, only to heighten the pleasure by taking it into his mouth and treating her to the delicious sensation of his suckling.
His lips against her pussy, he mumbled, “How is it? Up to your standards?”
“Y...yes,” she stammered, clenching her thighs against the sides of his face when he leaned in for a better taste.
He pulled away again, his breath hot against her pussy. “Good, I aim to please.”
As far as Jocelyn was concerned, he was quite a few steps beyond simply pleasing her, but she found it impossible to clearly vocalize that in the moment. All she managed to get out were shouts and squeals of delight as his mouth thrust her toward the heights of ecstasy.
As she shuddered out her release, the sucking and smacking sounds Owen made as he sopped up the remains of her juices, only served to intensify her spasms.
Owen moved back up, his face inches from hers and whispered, “Let’s go home. I’ve got more studying to do.” He let his finger trace lightly over her nipple, sending another wave of chills through her body. “I feel like studying a little Gross Anatomy this time.”
There's one lie that's been disseminated and allowed to completely take over until it's pretty much accepted as truth now. But that's fine, because eventually somebody has to be the one to expose the lies, and I figure I'm invested enough in this to be one of the first people to jump in to do just that.
See, men like me are derided, taunted, and the butt of so many dick jokes that its become a cliche in and of itself. Women and men alike chime in to make it seem like the only way sex is even worth it is if the guy is packing at least seven or eight inches.
But the reason I don't usually get too defensive about it is because I and the women I've been with know the truth.
No woman has ever left my place unsatisfied and no monster cock was required. I'm not ashamed to admit that I'm not even considered average-sized.
But everybody knows that whenever a person lacks in one area, they compensate for it by strengthening something else.
And every woman I've pleasured can attest to my skills in all of the something else.
Because like many things in life, when something's given to you too easily, you can take it for granted. And most men with big dicks can get lazy and not even know how to use what they have. At least that's what the women I've talked to have told me. To think that some men out there really believe that a big dick is all it takes to please a woman has always been hilarious to me, when the real secret to pleasing a woman lies in being attuned to her and listening to her. And not just what her mouth says, but also listening to and observing her body's reactions.
Knowing a woman's anatomy in general, like what a clitoris and a G-spot are, can be a good start. And knowing that alot of women aren't even getting their most intense orgasms, if any at all, from regular penetration is another important fact that way too many guys completely miss. And this leaves way too many women settling for sub-par sex in the process. Because honestly, rough porn-style big dick pounding isn’t always enough for every woman.
And if you can't enjoy sex, I say, what's the freaking point? There's no way I want a woman lying under me putting on her best act, making all kinds of fake over-the-top noises, when she's not getting a damn thing out of it. Or worse, just laying there like a dead fish because I didn't take the time to realize there are two people involved in this act.
No, a good lover knows there's more to it than just his phallus. He knows that it's about connection, bonding, and attention to his partner. It's not just about his pleasure. But the kicker is that if you learn to really give enough to your partner, you'll be surprised just how much she'll be willing to give back and just how far she’ll go with you when she can really trust you.
But hey, if people insist on concentrating on one part of the body and want to miss out on the totality of the experience, I say have at it.
But when you’re a good, confident lover, you don’t have to fall back on only one part of your anatomy. Not when there are things such as positions and toys and even techniques that can do much more than just a big dick ever could.
I’ve been with the woman I’m seeing now for a couple of months, and ten minutes ago, we were getting hot and heavy and ready to progress things to a more intimate level. But unfortunately, neither of us came ready for it.
And that’s why I’m out now doing what has to be done so we can be ready. But on my way to get condoms, I figure, we might as well make this time memorable. So instead of just going to get the rubbers I originally went out to pick up, I made a quick stop at the local adult boutique, Stripped.
This is where I usually go to pick up the toys I like to use for recreational playtime with my lovers.
When I enter the shop a tall, cute blonde lady approaches me. “Hi. Is there anything I can help you with?”
I search around the space until my eyes fall on the shelf stocked with what I was looking for. “Nope,” I say. “I see what I need.”
I make my way over to the display shelf and go right to the toy of interest. I grab the box and flip it over. Yep, this’ll do.
When I go to the counter, the guy there checks out the package and gives me a thumbs up. He nods as he scans and rings it up. “Good choice,” he says.
“I know. This one never fails,” I say, swiping my card to pay for the purchase.
He gives an odd smirk as he points to the anal beads on display next to the counter. “You ever tried these? They’re pretty good too.” He then looks over at his blonde colleague and they share a laugh as he bags my box and hands it to me.
I shrug, assuming there’s some kind of inside joke between the two of them that I’m missing. “Yeah, they’re okay. Not as good as this one though,” I say, lifting the bag holding the toy for emphasis. I leave the store, with the couple’s quiet laughter at my back. Yeah, must’ve been some private joke about anal beads between them. But that’s the least of my concerns as I rush back to my car to hurry back to my place.
Dinah, the young woman I’ve been getting to know for the past two months was hot and ready to go when I’d left her. And if I’d known she would’ve been ready to go all the way tonight I would’ve made sure I was prepared. Because I’m taking a chance leaving a woman who’s already warmed up to go pick up condoms and toys. I speed back, on a mission to make it to my place as fast as humanly possible, hoping she hasn’t changed her mind.
I’d spent enough time scrolling through my phone, and just as I’d reached over to retrieve my shirt next to me on Tim’s couch, I heard his key enter and turn in the lock of his front door.
He stepped inside with a black plastic bag in hand. A bag much larger than what was needed for one or two condoms.
I lifted an eyebrow and he glanced at the shirt in my hand and rushed toward me. He wrapped an arm around my bare waist and pulled me flush against his body, dropping the bag at his feet. “You aren’t leaving, are you? Did I take too long?”
“Yes,” I answered. But his kiss on my lips pacified me as he took the shirt from my hand and tossed it back to its former spot on the couch. I closed my eyes and sank into the deep kiss. Then his lips moved down to kiss my chin, then my neck, finally landing on my breasts. He pushed my bra aside to kiss and lick me, sending chills through me when his mouth closed around my nipple, alternately flicking and sucking it. He’d taken a long time out, but in a matter of seconds we were back where we’d left off.
He lifted his head to look up at me. “Sorry it took so long. But I've got something for you.”
I frowned down at him, but my interest was piqued. And any thoughts or questions I may have had were silenced when he moved over to duplicate his oral treatment on my other breast.
As he did so, he expertly slid my pants and panties down, never pausing a second as he continued to suckle my breast.
And then his fingers were inside my pussy, sliding in and out, brushing upward, tickling that tender spot inside of me as he kept his mouth on my breasts. The dual stimulation nearly overwhelmed me, steadily pushing me upward, higher and higher toward climax. I was so excited and my body so turned on that I knew my juices were pouring out onto his fingers.
My breath came out in ragged pants as he kept going and going until I could no longer avoid the inevitable and came, my whole body quivering with the release.
He stood upright to kiss my lips again and reached back to unsnap my bra. “Lie down for me,” he said. I did, stretching my naked body onto the couch as he reached into his mystery bag to pull out what had taken him so long to get. I squinted my eyes, struggling to see just what he'd brought back. I finally gave up trying to figure out what it was, and just asked, “What's that?”
“It's your ticket to paradise,” he said with a grin. I snickered. Yeah, the joke was cheesy, but in a cute, endearing kind of way. Plus, I couldn't pretend that I wasn't a little curious about what having a ticket to paradise would be like. So I kept my opinions about his cheesy jokes to myself.
He opened the box and whipped out a C-shaped contraption. Next he pulled out what looked like a tiny remote control. The questioning look on my face made him laugh before he took my hand and led me to his bedroom, bringing the new toy with him.
When I'd laid down on the bed, Tim bent down to caress my skin and place feather-light kisses all over me. My body, still humming from his careful attention before, practically melted from this alone. But that was only a sampler, I soon found out, when he stepped back just enough to retrieve the toy.
Tim's fingers circled and strummed my clit, sending intense waves of pleasure through me again. Then I felt the upper curve of the plastic against my pussy and him slowly slide the lower curve inside me.
I looked over to see him grab the remote. Nervous and excited at the same time, I anxiously waited to see exactly what this paradise-bringing toy that he was so confident about had in store.
And then he flipped the switch on the remote, and I nearly jumped out of my skin. The shock of the intense waves shook me to my core. Between the vibrating of the part of the toy that rested squarely on my G-spot and the vibrating of the other end stimulating my clit, I was bombarded with the most powerful flood of sensation that I’d ever experienced in my life before.
Through the slits of my half closed lids, I could see the pleased smile on Tim’s face. And I also saw it widen when he clicked the button on the remote and increased the vibration speed. “Oh, my...fuck…” I cried out, closing my eyes as I completely surrendered to the indescribable feeling.
And as if all of the sensations I was already being subjected to weren’t enough, I felt his lips enclose my nipple followed by the wet swipe of his tongue. If this wasn’t paradise, it was for damn sure close to it.
I heard another click of the remote and then felt the vibration rise once more. And I’m sure Tim never felt so glad that he lived in a detached home as he did then as my high pitched yell echoed throughout the room. Hell, I couldn’t control it. Not when pleasure like I’d never experienced before was shooting through my entire body.
As the vibration continued, I felt the bed move and heard him rise to his feet. I opened my eyes just in time to see him step out of his underwear. And though I was still mostly preoccupied by the feel of the toy, I couldn’t help notice that even fully erect, his penis was much less than I was accustomed to. Significantly less. I drew in a slight breath and closed my eyes again as I tried to continue to concentrate on the potent sensations pulsing between my thighs.
Then I felt his body on mine, the warmth of him only adding to my excitement. But when I felt him slide into me, realizing the at he didn’t plan to remove the vibrator, my eyes shot open in surprise. The feeling was out of this world. The combination of Tim and the vibe inside me, filling me completely, along with the continued pulses from the toy was nearly more than I could handle. But when he clicked the vibrator up another notch, I could’ve sworn I’d blacked out for a couple of seconds there. When I came to, I felt my body reacting in a way I didn’t know it could during an intimate session. Wild convulsions shook my body as his steady slide in and out of me only added fuel to the fire.
And then he drove me even more insane when he pushed one of my legs aside, opening me up and pushing further into me at just the right angle to press the vibe firmly against my G-spot. I’m not exactly sure what I did after that. I think there were more expletives thrown around, some clawing at the bed underneath me, and a low, odd tone that came from deep within my throat. Thinking on it after the fact, I’m pretty sure I looked like a madwoman. But keeping up appearances and a cute O-face was the absolute last thing on my mind when he was doing his best to keep me firmly planted in the throes of passion.
Lost in his expert skill, I realized I’d forgotten about how much less endowed he was and honestly, at that point I didn’t give a flying fuck about it. No other man, regardless of dick size, had ever been as adeptly skilled as Tim was in getting me to orgasm over and over and over again. I didn’t know climaxes could even get that high until my night with him.
And he didn’t just stop there. The caresses of my face and neck, and the kisses he planted all over my body only enhanced the intense connection we already had. This experience was out of this world and I didn’t know if I ever wanted to come back. But finally, after a couple more sessions and several more orgasms together, even that good thing had to come to an end.
But I’ll admit, I used to be part of the crowd of picky penis snobs before Tim came along. Now, though, he’s definitely made me a believer in the fact that a smaller man who knows what he’s doing in the bedroom is far better than any man with a sizable penis who uses it like a battering ram. I’m convinced. I’ll gladly take Tim, with or without his little paradise-bringing contraption any day.
Erotic flash fiction to make your Fridays a little more spicy.