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Traduction d’un texte de Usm1carbine.

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Ce texte comprend de la soumission féminine, de la contrainte, de l’esclavage et des relations interraciales. Si votre esprit est en contradiction avec ces thèmes, ne perdez pas votre temps à le lire.

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Gia, une fois de plus, essaie de se concentrer sur sa classe du matin, mais son esprit repense constamment à l’épaisse et grosse bite noire de Buck. Elle a du mal à enseigner et à attendre l’heure du déjeuner. Elle est devenue totalement accro à sa queue noire, à toutes en fait, ça ne la dérange pas d’être forcée de sucer celle des garçons, elle en a besoin. Mais Buck est son homme et elle a besoin de la sienne plus que toutes les autres. C’est vendredi et jour de paie. Elle a l’impression de marcher sur un nuage quand elle se dirige vers la salle de musique où, bientôt, Buck remplira sa chatte humide avec sa grosse queue.

L’aile du bâtiment est pratiquement déserte à l’heure du déjeuner. Elle n’entend que les talons de ses chaussures dans le couloir. Mais quand elle tend la main vers la poignée de la porte de la salle, un bras la saisit à la taille et l’emporte vers une autre salle. Une autre main couvre sa bouche pour étouffer toute protestation. Ils passent une porte et elle entend qu’on la verrouille derrière elle. Puis elle voit Julius qui attend. On la repose sur ses pieds. Elle se retourne et voit que c’est Robert qui l’a portée.

– Quoi de neuf professeure? Dit-il en la poussant vers le bureau au fond de la pièce.

Elle pense à Buck. Elle veut un homme, son homme, pas ces deux étudiants. Une main se pose sur un de ses genoux et remonte le long de sa cuisse sous sa jupe. Elle peut sentir sa chatte s’embraser.

– hé Gia, mon copain et moi étions en train de nous dire que ce serait agréable de nous faire à deux une petite chienne blanche. Et vous passiez par là.

Ils rient. Elle dit alors :

– Attendez que Buck le sache et vous le regretterez!

Elle sent la main se poser sur sa culotte. Le désir la brûle.

– Je ne crois pas que nous ayons à nous soucier de Buck ma petite Gia. Il baise cette chienne de Denise en ce moment.

Gia ne le croit pas, ça ne peut être vrai. Un gémissement s’échappe de ses lèvres alors qu’un doigt pousse le tissu mouillé de sa culotte dans sa chatte.

– Je ne vous crois pas.

Involontairement, elle écarte les jambes pour permettre un meilleur accès à la main.

– Vous me dites ça parce que vous voulez me baiser.

Le doigt vient de trouver son clitoris. Il frotte la culotte en tissu dessus et exacerbe son désir. Elle essaie de se contrôler pour ne pas leur montrer ses réactions à ce qu’ils font.

– il faut qu’on le montre à cette chienne blanche. Dit Robert.

Sa main se retire de sa chatte dégoulinante et il la pousse dans le bureau du chef d’orchestre.

Julius allume un écran de télévision. Gia est choquée de voir Buck et une autre femme noire à l’écran. L’homme est en train de la baiser avec sa belle queue noire.

– Julius, monte le son!

Les voix prennent vie. Gia entend Buck dire :

– Tu es serrée bébé… mmmmm…. Prends ça…. Prends ce gros gourdin dans ta chatte serrée.

Gia sent que les larmes lui montent aux yeux. Gia a vu la femme travailler à la cafeteria. Elle est penchée sur une table alors que Buck la pilonne. Elle peut entendre la force des coups et l’humidité de la chatte quand l’homme se retire et s’enfonce à nouveau. Puis la femme dit :

– Oh oui bébé, je veux sentir ton sperme chaud en moi. Baise-moi Buck, baise-moi bébé.

Gia sent de nouveau la main remonter le long de sa jambe sous sa jupe pour chercher sa chatte humide comme il y a quelques minutes. Les larmes couvrent ses joues. L’écran devient noir et Julius se place devant elle. Elle est figée. Le garçon déboutonne son chemisier et baisse son soutien-gorge. Il tripote ses seins et serre ses mamelons.

– Ils ne sont pas très gros tes nichons, mais ils sont fermes. Dit Julius.

Il se baisse et en prend un dans sa bouche tandis qu’elle ne bouge pas et continue à pleurer. La main pousse sa culotte sur le côté et deux doigts pénètre son intimité. Une morsure sur son téton la fait sursauter et revenir à la réalité. Elle sent maintenant pour quoi elle est faite. Son corps répond aux sollicitations. Ils ont beau être jeunes, mais ils ont de grosses queues et elle en a besoin pour que son esprit oublie Buck.

– Je veux te sucer Julius. Mets ta grosse bite dans ma bouche et je vais te faire jouir comme jamais.

Le garçon enlève sa bouche de son sein et ouvre son jean en disant :

– Mets tes lèvres autour de ma queue! Suce Gia!

Elle se baisse, ouvre la bouche et prend la bite pour la sucer. Elle sent que sa jupe est relevée sur ses hanches, que sa culotte est descendue sur ses chevilles et que les doigts sont remplacés par la grosse queue de robert. Quand il la pénètre, elle avale plus de la bite à Julius. Elle ne pense plus à rien à part les deux bites noires qui la prennent à chaque extrémité. Rapidement elle a un orgasme. Elle bursa escort sent les mains de Julius se poser sur ses seins alors qu’il viole sans pitié sa bouche, ses coups de rein enfonçant sa queue de plus en plus dans sa gorge. Elle lutte pour respirer et faire face aux réactions de son corps et aux vagues de plaisir qui la traversent.

Elle sent son jus couler le long de ses jambes. Robert pilonne sa chatte et elle entend les bruits mouillés qui sortent de son entrejambe. Elle a l’impression de mouiller deux fois plus.

– Putain mon gars, elle aime les grosses bites de noirs. Dit Julius quand il sent la pression monter et qu’il est prêt à remplir sa gorge.

– Ouais, sa chatte est trop humide.

Robert retire sa bite et la pousse dans le trou du cul de Gia qui glapit. Elle l’entend dire :

– C’est beaucoup plus serré.

Les deux garçons rythment leurs coups de rein et tout à coup ils éjaculent en même temps. Elle sent le sperme chaud dans son cul qui a mal et qui essaie de se remettre de l’énorme bite enfoui en lui. Brusquement Julius sort sa queue, la tire par les cheveux et finit de gicler sur ses seins nus. Il regarde son visage congestionné :

– Tu es ma petite salope blanche. Oh oui, mon sperme est bien sur tes petits seins de salope.

Il frotte sa queue sur sa poitrine puis il lui offre pour qu’elle la nettoie. Elle la prend avidement dans sa bouche pendant que Robert se retire et qu’un filet de sperme coule de son cul. Pour le moment, elle a oublié Buck. Les deux garçons l’ont bien abusée. Ses cheveux sont tirés pour que son visage se tourne vers Robert. Elle lui nettoie sa queue aussi bien que celle de Julius. Enfin les deux garçons rangent leur engin et la laisse remonter sa culotte, baisser sa jupe, remettre son soutien-gorge et fermer son chemisier.

– Tu es un bon jouet de baise Gia, mais je pense que tu peux t’améliorer. Tu sais ce qu’on dit, la pratique rend meilleur.

Ils rient. Elle sent le sperme collant sur ses seins et entre ses jambes. Elle se dirige vers les toilettes des enseignants pour se nettoyer. Par-dessus le bruit de ses talons qui claquent sur le dallage elle entend Julius dire :

– A plus tard salope!

Elle a honte et elle a le cœur brisé. Les deux étudiants l’ont utilisée comme la salope qu’elle est devenue. Et l’homme qu’elle voulait vraiment baisait une autre femme. Elle attrape une poignée de serviette en papier qu’elle mouille puis elle entre dans une cabine et ferme la porte.

Elle laisse tomber sa culotte et voit un tas de sperme qui s’est accumulé à l’entrejambe. Elle essaie de l’enlever le mieux possible. Puis elle ouvre son chemisier et retire son soutien-gorge pour nettoyer sa poitrine. Tandis qu’elle s’active, elle ressent un picotement dans ses reins. Elle ferme les yeux et se rappelle ce qui vient de se passer. Le paquet de serviette tombe de sa main qui se pose sur son entrejambe. Elle caresse sa chatte ainsi que ses seins, sa respiration devient plus rapide. Elle gémit doucement sous l’action de ses mains. Elle se maudit d’être une salope mais ses pensées sont verrouillées sur les deux grosses bites noires qui viennent de la ravager. Son doigt trouve son clitoris qu’il titille. Elle a un nouvel orgasme.

Elle enlève complètement sa culotte et la lave dans l’évier, puis elle l’essore et la range dans un plastique qu’elle met dans son sac. Elle lisse sa jupe et sort des toilettes. Elle n’a pas de cours pour le moment alors elle va s’acheter un coca light et s’assoit à une table dans la salle des professeurs.

Elle se retourne quand la porte s’ouvre. Il s’agit de John WALKER, un professeur d’histoire. Elle espérait un homme noir, mais il est blanc lui.

– Salut Gia! Dit-il en se prenant une boisson et en s’asseyant sur la chaise en face d’elle.

– Salut John!

Elle le salue puis se tourne pour regarder par la fenêtre. Elle était sortie et avait couché avec lui quand elle était arrivée à l’université. Mais il n’est pas noir, et lors de ses rendez-vous avec lui, elle désirait déjà être baisée par une grosse queue noire.

Elle peut sentir son regard posé sur elle, et quand elle se retourne pour le regarder, elle voit une bosse dans son pantalon. Elle se rappelle alors qu’elle n’a plus de culotte et ses jambes sont écartées. Nul doute, le regarde de l’homme est posé sur sa chatte nue. Le sourire sur son visage confirme son érection. Elle ferme les jambes pour cacher son entrejambe.

Il essaie d’engager la conversation avec elle. Mais sa bite blanche n’est pas ce qu’elle veut. Maintenant, elle a une soif insatiable de grosses et épaisses queues d’hommes noirs. Tout d’un coup elle est stupéfaite, le professeur d’histoire se caresse à travers son pantalon tout en lui faisant des mimiques suggestives.

Elle réfléchit et se dit qu’elle pourrait crier au harcèlement sexuel mais ça pourrait causer sa perte si on enquêtait sur elle. Alors elle le regarde et, se rendant compte qu’elle ne peut se débarrasser de lui autrement elle dit :

– D’accord, je vais te faire une pipe mais c’est tout.

Elle bursa escort bayan se lève et se dirige de nouveau vers la salle de bain, l’homme sur ses talons. Après qu’elle ait verrouillé la porte, l’homme est sur elle. Il pétrit ses seins et passe une main sous la jupe pour atteindre sa chatte. Son souffle est rapide.

Elle ouvre son pantalon et le baisse ainsi que son caleçon. Une queue de 20 centimètres jaillit. Elle n’est pas mal pour un blanc, pas très épaisse, mais elle va la satisfaire de son envie de sperme en tout cas. Elle tombe à genoux tout en caressant la bite. Elle sent l’homme relever sa jupe sur son cul, puis ses doigts atteignent sa chatte.

Elle glisse la queue dans la bouche pendant que les doigts de l’homme taquinent son clitoris. Et même s’il n’est pas vraiment ce qu’elle veut, elle s’applique sur sa fellation. Elle sent qu’il répond en poussant ses hanches et en accélérant ses doigts sur le clito. Elle caresse et serre ses couilles. Son sexe commence à s’agiter, elle sait qu’il va bientôt gicler. Il lui met un doigt dans le cul juste avant qu’ils ne jouissent ensemble. Gia avale le sperme qui coule dans sa bouche. Puis elle repousse l’homme, délogeant ses doigts de sa chatte. Elle se relève, lèche ses lèvres et lutte pour remettre sa jupe en place tout en le regardant s’effondrer sur la cuvette des WC la bite encore bien raide.

Elle se dirige vers le miroir pour vérifier son visage. Elle essuie quelques gouttes de sperme sur son menton et alors qu’elle va s’en aller, l’homme la saisit et la plie le visage sur les WC. Il relève sa jupe une nouvelle fois.

– Non John, je t’ai dit une pipe, c’est tout!

Elle sent une queue frotter sa cuisse et approcher de sa petite chatte endolorie. Elle sait que son sexe ne pourra la satisfaire. La main de l’homme tient sa tête baissée contre la cuvette et elle sent le sexe entrer en elle. Elle continue de protester. Après les bites qu’elle a prises ces derniers temps, elle sent à peine le professeur d’histoire la baiser. Son bassin tape contre son cul et son emprise sur son cou aplatit ses seins sur le siège des toilettes. Elle agite les mains pour essayer de se défaire de son emprise, mais il la baise rudement. A sa grande surprise elle l’entend dire :

– Tu es une salope! Tu aimes être baisée petite pute non? Tu crois que parce que je suis blanc, je ne peux pas te baiser, alors que tu baises tout le monde.

Gia tremble. Est-ce qu’il sait? Il doit savoir quelque chose pour dire ça. Soudain elle sent la bite sortir de sa chatte et entrer dans son cul. Il la pilonne encore plus sauvagement jusqu’à ce qu’il éjacule dans ses intestins. La main sur son cou desserre son étreinte. Elle peut relever son visage alors qu’il se retire lentement.

Puis l’homme saisit ses cheveux et tire sa tête pour enfoncer sa bite gluante de nouveau dans sa bouche.

– Nettoie salope!

Elle obéit et nettoie bien la bite. Elle n’aime pas la peur qu’il lui cause avec son brusque changement d’attitude.

– Tu te promènes sans culotte, tu écartes les jambes et tu taquines les hommes. Tu es une salope Gia. Et la rumeur dit que tu as développé une envie de bite de noirs. Eh bien, tu sais prendre soin des queues de blancs aussi.

Sa main se serre sur sa chevelure et il baise sa bouche violemment, ses couilles s’écrasant sur son menton. C’est irréel, elle sent le membre grossir de nouveau dans sa bouche. Il va jouir à nouveau.

Mais la quantité de sperme n’est pas très importante cette fois. Elle avale sans problème pendant que la main lâche lentement ses cheveux. L’homme recule, sa queue se balançant alors qu’elle débande. Il lui dit méchamment :

– Petite salope, si tu veux que ton secret en reste un, tu seras à ma disposition à chaque fois que je le voudrais.

Gia comprend qu’elle va devoir prendre soin de lui si elle veut garder son emploi. Elle se sent vraiment chienne. Le professeur remonte son caleçon et son pantalon. Elle se tourne face au mur, s’appuie sur la cuvette des WC et pleure sur la tournure des évènements.

Puis elle se dirige vers le lavabo et se nettoie avec des serviettes en papier. Elle remet sa jupe et part pour son prochain cours. Elle pense que sa vie est changée à jamais avec tous ceux dont elle est forcée de faire plaisir.

La fin des cours n’arrive pas très vite. Mais elle peut enfin ranger ses affaires. Elle prend sa culotte qu’elle avait mise à sécher dans son casier et l’enfile. Son esprit toujours incapable de comprendre Buck à l’heure du déjeuner, elle appuie sur sa clé pour ouvrir sa voiture. Elle ouvre la porte arrière pour mettre ses affaires sur la banquette. Soudain, elle est poussée et tombe en travers sur le sol de l’auto. Elle est tenue dans cette position alors que quelqu’un démarre et sort du parking.

Une main la tient à plat par terre pendant que l’autre parcoure son cul, puis glisse sous sa jupe et trouve sa chatte couverte de sa culotte. Son visage est plaqué contre la moquette tandis que la main caresse sa chatte à travers le tissu. Elle a peur.

Bientôt la voiture escort bursa s’arrête et elle entend le conducteur descendre et ouvrir la porte arrière. Elle est relevée. Elle s’aperçoit que c’est Andrew qui la tenait et Julius qui a conduit. Ils la poussent vers la porte d’une vieille maison. Après qu’ils soient tous entrés, les garçons ferment la porte derrière eux. Gia plisse les yeux pour voir et compenser le faible éclairage.

Les vitres des fenêtres sont peintes et les meubles sont rares. Julius lui sourit :

– Eh bien Gia, ce soir nous allons voir de quoi tu es capable.

Les deux jeunes rigolent. La jeune femme tremble en réfléchissant à ce qui va lui arriver. Ils lui demandent de se déshabiller. Elle se retrouve bientôt en simple culotte au milieu de la pièce. Julius va dans une chambre et revient avec des vêtements de pom-pom girl.

– Mets ça salope! Dit-il en lui jetant les affaires.

Elle commence à s’habiller, se demandant pourquoi ils la déguisent.

– Est-ce que je peux avoir mon soutien-gorge? demande-t-elle.

Ils sourient.

– Tu n’en auras pas besoin. Tu n’auras pas vraiment besoin de vêtements mais c’est mieux avec cette tenue.

Ils continuent de rire pendant qu’elle finit de s’habiller.

Ensuite ils lui demandent de s’asseoir sur le canapé. Les garçons prennent place de chaque côté d’elle et commencent à explorer sa poitrine sous le pull. Ses mamelons durcissent sous leur tripotage. Des mains descendent à son entrejambe, tirent sa culotte sur le côté et la doigtent.

Julius verrouille sa bouche sur la sienne. Instinctivement elle pose la main sur la bosse de son pantalon. Elle ouvre la braguette et caresse la grosse queue. Le garçon pousse sa tête vers le bas et amène sa bouche sur sa bite. Elle avale la queue qui frappe le fond de son palais. Elle essaie d’en prendre le plus possible.

Elle entend une porte s’ouvrir pendant qu’elle suce la bite et qu’elle se fait doigter. Elle n’y fait pas trop attention, seule la queue dans sa bouche lui importe. Les hanches du garçon se soulèvent pour mieux pousser son membre dans sa bouche. Et il éjacule. Elle fait de son mieux pour tout avaler. Enfin elle lève la tête et se rend compte que la pièce s’est remplie de jeunes hommes pendant qu’elle suçait Julius. C’est l’équipe de football!

– C’est qui cette nouvelle pom-pom girl Julius? On dirait bien qu’elle aime les bites noires.

Elle les entend tous rire et elle en voit certain commencer à frotter leur sexe à travers le pantalon.

– Voici Gia. Et c’est sûr qu’elle n’a jamais assez de bites noires.

Ils la regardent tous et elle a un peu peur. Mais elle pense à toutes ces bites devant elle.

– Mais je sais qui tu es! Tu es la petite professeure blanche sévère que j’ai eu l’année dernière.

Elle reconnaît l’homme et a un peu honte que lui l’ai reconnue.

– Je regardais ton cul bouger au tableau et je me demandais ce que ça ferait de le prendre. Maintenant je vais le savoir.

Il la met debout, l’enserre avec ses bras et l’embrasse. Quand il la relâche, Gia recule et dit :

– Julius, je ne peux pas rester. Je vais perdre mon travail avec tous ces gars qui vont savoir.

Elle glisse vers l’arrière alors qu’ils approchent. Julius lui répond :

– Tu n’as rien à dire professeure, on va tous te baiser ce soir.

Gia se tourne et commence à courir vers la porte. Mais Robert la saisit par un bras et la fait tourner. Elle tombe au sol et des dizaines de mains la recouvrent. Certaines s’insinuent sous sa jupe, agrippent sa culotte et l’arrachent. D’autres soulèvent son pull et des bouches couvrent ses seins. Elle crie.

– Vas-y salope, tu peux crier. Nous sommes très loin de la civilisation et tes cris me font bander.

Deux des hommes tiennent ses jambes écartées pendant qu’un autre s’installe entre. Sa tête est prise en étau entre deux genoux et un gros membre noir s’approche de sa bouche. Les mains inexpérimentées griffent ses seins. Deux bites envahissent chacune de ses extrémités. Elle sent sa gorge céder à son envahisseur. Les deux hommes jouissent rapidement et sont remplacés par deux autres. Sa bouche et sa chatte sont utilisées encore et encore. Elle a l’impression qu’ils vont lui arracher ses tétons. Bientôt son corps réagit à la parade des bites noirs qui la remplissent.

Les hommes font une pause après l’avoir baisée, mais ils sont nombreux et Gia ne peut profiter d’un moment de répit. Elle est baisée par deux hommes à la fois jusqu’à ce que chacun l’ait baisée au moins deux fois. Finalement elle est laissée seule, sur le dos, du sperme sortant de ses deux orifices. Elle essaie de retrouver des forces. Elle les regarde se regrouper pour un nouvel assaut. Elle ne sait pas combien de temps son petit corps pourra prendre ces queues noires, mais au fond d’elle, elle sent qu’elle en veut plus.

Elle n’a pas la volonté de résister quand on lui écarte les jambes une nouvelle fois et qu’une bite la pénètre à nouveau. Elle gémit quand il se vide en elle. Une queue se pose sur sa bouche et elle l’avale. En même temps ses deux mains se ferment autour de deux autres engins pour les masturber. Les hommes recommencent à tripoter ses seins une fois de plus. Son corps est parcouru de tremblements alors que des orgasmes la traversent.

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A Bun in the Oven

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A Bun in the Oven – purrfectly Cucked!!

I’m in a state of joyful anticipation.

Let me explain. We have been married for 15 years – started out well but time has taken its toll. Bill has been the perfect husband, monogamous, financially successful and, well lets face it – DULL.

In my mind I call him LW, ‘Limp Willy’, although I’d never say that to his face.

Through a business contact we were introduced to ‘pool parties’. Parties by the side of a swimming pool, but with the additional facility of ‘private rooms’: this was really a front for a swingers group.

We went along several times just to get the feel of the place and become comfortable with very open minded and uninhibited people.

No pressure, no expectations, and for us – no action. But did it raise the level of anticipation in me to see what happened there, knowing it wasn’t happening in my own life?

I couldn’t stop thinking about it and begged LW to attend the next event. All that flirting, happy smiling faces, and testosterone knee deep on the floor.

Irresistible.

Maybe too I would squeal with delight as I orgasmed in a play room. Such a rare event now, and only with my own fingertips.

We duly received an email giving the location of the next party and instructions to wear imaginative masks as it was to be a totally anonymous evening. I liked the idea of that. It had a sense of excitement and adventure, and I could be anyone but me. For days beforehand I felt rather unsettled. No, my period was not due for a week or more, so I distracted myself by cleaning the house. But I couldn’t get a certain image from my mind – and it always terminated with a big cock spurting semen. On the big day I was so aware that my pussy was wet, my labia puffy and my breasts somewhat tender.

On arrival at the secluded venue we were ushered to a banquet table where the wine flowed and people chatted amiably behind the most fantastic masks. Mine was very plain and I was somewhat embarrassed.

I was aware of the preponderance of males, but most were rather younger than me and of little interest. Given that I’m in my 40’s I’m attracted to men my age or older. Quality not quantity.

One man however, caught my eye. He may have been late 50’s early 60’s; his grey hair and neck texture gave him away. It is always the neck for me!

I winked, he winked and I felt myself lifted in anticipation.

How would he approach me?

In the slow waltz of the mating dance we came together, moved apart, turning and swirling in the room full of masked people. Then he was gone. I was deflated, dejected and disappointed. Then I felt a hot breath on the back of my neck, and a deep voice growled “hi gorgeous”.

It was a jolt of electricity, a shiver ran down my spine, my vagina contracted involuntarily, pheromones liberated. I was ready to be taken. He kissed the back of my exposed neck and whispered “I want you!”

There was LW to consider. This after all was a swinger’s club, so I had to reply apologetically “yes, I want you too, but he will want to be there”, pointing to Bill. “That’s fine. Do you have a heart big enough for us both” he replied.

“Limp Willy only views from the sidelines” I said with some spite.

Mike, not his real name, approached Bill at the drinks table and asked his indulgence – a polite way of saying he wanted to fuck his wife. That approval was given with alacrity. But first Mike suggested we drink to the prospect, Bill downed another, then a toast to me, Bill downed another, a drink to us all, Bill downed another. Mike barely sipped!!

Off bursa escort we slunk to find a bedroom.

I shed the robe I was wearing to reveal my Chinese vermillion brocaded silk night attire. I’m Asian and the colouring suits my skin tones.

I should also point out that I’m 4’10” tall, Bill is 5’6″, and Mike exceeds 6′.

Bill was already stretched out on the bed, sinking into a state of inebriation. Loyally I slid in beside him and turned to kiss him goodnight. He was already out of it.

A big hand touched my hips, hot breath eddied around my ears; the words accompanying were “At last!” I shuddered with delight, I felt his naked body push up against me as he stroked me. “At last!” I rejoined.

I lay there vaguely aware of the background noise, distant voices, laughter, an occasional creak or groan but I slowly shut that out to concentrate on the wonderful feeling of just being touched by a man who delighted in me.

At first he avoided my breasts and public area; it was me who guided his hand to cover my petite engorged tit. His hand covered it entirely. He was so gentle, played with my nipple to the point where I was begging him to go further. My womb was in spasm, I was experiencing a gentle wavelike contraction in the belly that was calling me to mate.

“Fuck me”, I whispered over and over. I am usually rather prim and proper. He didn’t, he just kept touching me from behind, from head to toe, always kissing the nape of my neck. How did he know that Japanese consider the triangle from the ears to the cervical spine to be the most erogenous part of the body?

He was so much stronger than I and that aroused me further. If I tried to turn towards him he rolled me back until all resistance in me was gone.

Where was his cock? I began to experience doubt that he found me attractive, whenever I reached back searching for it he moved his hips away. I became more insistent, Bill always took me as soon as he was erect.

Then it happened. Mike’s hand slid around to my mound, grazed over it, and pulled my legs apart. In that instant he pushed the most outrageously big manhood up between my legs from behind. It was a monster cock, too big for me.

I have never delivered a baby, and Bill’s undersized dick made little impression on me. Fortunately he was only rubbing my lips with the barrel of his shaft.

Oooh, how I liked that? I wanted him, desperately!

Mike guessed I was frightened by his size. He whispered to me to trust him.

I wanted to? He told me that he had faced this before with other women.

That excited me.

I momentarily imagined other women in the same position.

What became of them?

I asked him. His reply was noncommittal.

Then I asked him a totally unexpected question “did you impregnate any of them?” Taken by surprise he answered with total candour “yes”.

“How many?”

“Enough”.

Envy and anticipation seared through me.

“Make it one more!” I growled.

Limp Willy snored.

Mike used the house lube provided, then reared up over me.

That gigantic knob pressed against my aching hole, begging to be filled by a real man, I drew a deep breath and relaxed as best I could.

The smooth velvet surface of his huge knob slid further between my lips, stretching my tight muscles; stretching it more than was comfortable.

I tried to pull away but his powerful grasp restrained me. He had to bend his head down to whisper, “Shhh” and tucked my head into his chest. I sucked his man tit ravenously.

“Bite me”. I would do bursa escort bayan it, vigorously.

Then he gave a quick jab with that rampant cock – I bit him savagely.

The relief as his knob passed into my cunt was so great that I orgasmed as his great tool filled my belly with warm, pulsing maleness.

For fear of waking Limp Willy I just bit harder into his flesh.

I barely remember the fucking that followed, all that I know is that orgasm followed orgasm, as though my pleasure deficit was being repaid in full.

The electric words “I’m going to cum” resounded in my brain.

“Do you want me to pull out?”

“NO, not now, PLEASE! Not now!”

A big hand raised the cheeks of my bum, and the grandness of his erection pushed deeper into my belly.

I felt his balls on my bum; his gift of life was now so near. He barely moved. I could feel him straining. I put my hand up to pull his head down as I could feel the trembling of his cock, and then came a volcano of lovely hot cum spurting deep into me.

I was so ready for him that I took as much as he could give and yet begged for more.

We had forgotten about Bill in our ecstasy, but he slept on.

It felt so nice to feel Mike subside onto me and into me.

He kissed me tenderly, and whispered his appreciation. Then added quizzically “Do you take precautions?”

“No, don’t need to. I’m barren.”

We lay on the bed touching, kissing and being. Male and female in union followed by male and female in arms.

“Time to wake Bill” Mike reminded me.

“No, let’s lay together a little longer. I love to feel your sperm coming to life inside me.”

Mike held me, rubbed my belly affectionately as warmth spread slowly into every nook and cranny of my body.

“Are you sure you are barren?”

“I sure am. Have tried for years”.

Mike is a beautiful matte charcoal colour!!

Yes, it has been confirmed that I am pregnant, and have been so for several months.

I sensed it on the way home from the club. A woman knows!!

I’m a woman in my 40’s, my womb is anxious, although not yet hysterical.

I would exchange rotundity for fecundity! My fertile years are drawing short.

My alcoholic husband Bill, contemptuously called ‘Limp Willy’, will never be man enough to ‘put me in the club’.

But Mike did, bless him.

Yes, I bless him and I wish him well where ever he is now. He shall always be a part of me. Mike is a mature aged man, early 60’s, but well cared for. He is black, matte charcoal black! With a ‘willy’ that would frighten ‘limp willy’ – it certainly frightened me!

I paid for my pleasure with intense, raw pain when he entered me. I am Asian woman, with a vaginal tightness that comes from being ‘an honorary virgin’ for too many years.

Deep inside me his bulbous knob was rumbling my cervix. The tightly clamped entrance to my womb was tucked into the fold just beneath his cock slit. With every stroke he further calmed and relaxed the tight bud until it ejected the plug of mucous blocking the tiny portal, and the fresh pink folds of the puckered ring opened like a sea anemone ready to draw his sperm into my semen hungry womb.

I just let it happen.

After many years of emotional neglect I wanted to give myself to him totally. I let him cum inside me.

I know it was foolish, but the emotions were irresistible. From the first flush of his pre-cum I just knew HE could impregnate me. Nothing, in my limited sexual experience, would have prepared me for his ejaculation, though.

On escort bursa that plateau of passion before the point of no return he just held me, motionless, cooing such loving words into my ear.

They were the expressed thoughts and feelings of a man drawing sperm from his testes and preparing them for their terminal journey into my foreign body!

He was asking me to accept his gift of life.

My answer was the most intense and animated orgasm I have ever experienced.

In my madness and ecstasy I clawed and raked his back savagely, alternately trying to push him away and then trying to draw him deeper inside me.

The tremble that ran up his shaft on his final thrust would have made me scream, had I not had my teeth firmly dug into his strong black muscular shoulder.

That first spurt seemed to burn me deep inside and I instinctively pushed with my hips as if to hump him off me, but that only led to an even more intense wave of pleasure as his shaft struck deeper inside my sorely stretched vagina.

I reversed my previous stance and I pulled him tighter into my enfolded arms, wordlessly demanding ‘deeper, deeper, harder, harder’.

How long did it last?

I don’t know, I wasn’t there – I was in heaven!!

I do know that my husband slept through it. He woke briefly. Mike was holding me lovingly in his arms, stroking my hair and face. We both watched silently as his eyes flickered then closed.

A full twenty five minutes after he had filled me with his semen I felt a lovely warmth spread up through my belly, and up to my breasts.

I shuddered from head to toe as Mike’s semen liquidized to allow his sperm to flick into motion. Millions of them were flailing towards my ovaries.

How beautiful to lay in man’s arms and feel the genesis of a new life from the very beginning??

Mike was a pseudonym of course. I never sought to trace him.

Yes, I did take part in unprotected sex with a total stranger. This is most unwise. I did develop a urinary infection shortly afterwards. The combination of mechanical damage to my urethra from Mike’s fabulous cock, and exposure to new body flora made it almost certain I would succumb.

Happily that is readily controllable. Others infections are not. DO NOT TAKE THE RISK. As a health practitioner I have seen the result.

Some, mostly males, have asked how easily I took Mike’s cock? I have to say their fantasy is divorced from what would be their female partner’s reality. In truth, it hurt me!!

I am an Aussie female of Chinese origin. I have never given birth vaginally, and at my age of 42 years there is some vaginal drying and atrophy.

Artificial lubricants tend to dry out fairly rapidly and become abrasive without natural lubrication..

It is the outward stretching of vaginal lips, and the consequent tension, pressure and tugging on the clitoral hood that enhances pleasure during intercourse, for me at least. Mike’s deep penetration was in fact, uncomfortable, whereas the diameter and bulk of his penis was exquisitely pleasurable. Nothing in life is purrfect!!

The moral issue of getting pregnant to another man? I have been on an IVF program and we know that Bill has a low sperm count, my Fallopian tubes are scarred and at my age the chances of a successful pregnancy have diminished greatly.

Bill is just as excited as I. We have been this far before on the program with other donor sperm but I have miscarried. Bill played an active part that evening in choosing Mike as a natural donor! Participants are carefully vetted and are mostly professionals like ourselves.

In my story I sound contemptuous of Bill but that is poetic license. In reality I love him dearly.

I shall endeavour to keep those interested informed of my progress. I am richly blessed.

Merry Xmas.

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Casey stared gloomily out of the window as the sky turned an even darker shade of grey and a few drops of grimy city rain splashed against the shop window.

She took the weight off her feet by perching on the tall stool she kept hidden behind the counter, a brief relief from her gorgeous but uncomfortable new midnight-blue heeled sandals.

It had been a long afternoon, but she kept herself going by thinking about how she could spend her evening: a long, hot bath, an enormous glass of wine and curling up on her sofa to continue reading the steamy new novel she’d started last night.

She sighed and glanced at her slim gold watch. It was only half-past-four, another thirty minutes before she could leave. After the excitement of yesterday, today had been quite quiet, just a handful of customers venturing out on this cold and blustery Thursday afternoon. The lack of customers left her lots of time to think about what had happened yesterday, to remember how Abby’s fingers felt sliding over her skimpy lace panties, how it would have felt to have her stroke the willing flesh beneath. Seducing an inexperienced girl like Abby was such a turn-on; a few more minutes alone with her would have certainly relieved some of the stress of yesterday. If only her sister hadn’t interrupted; she was such a spoilsport!

All the thoughts of what she could have done with young Abby, were making her feel hot all over again and she was just wondering if she shouldn’t slip off to the Ladies for a little manual stress relief when she heard her sister’s voice.

“Casey?” she heard her shout.

“I’m at the counter,” she shouted back, her feet complaining as she stood once more. Her older sister would tell her off if she saw her using the stool. She was so bossy! It had always been the same though, even when they were growing up. She treated Casey like any other member of staff rather than the joint owner (although admittedly she only owned a nominal ten percent of the store).

“Are you okay? You look a bit pale,” Casey said as her sister appeared around the corner.

“Actually, I’m not feeling too good, I can’t seem to get rid of this bloody headache,” Stacy said, leaning heavily on the counter.

“Why don’t you go early? I can lock up.”

“I would, but I’m still waiting for this sales rep. to turn up.”

“Sales rep?”

“Yes, Pippa something. Met her at that exhibition recently. She should have been here by now,” Stacy said, massaging her temples.

“You know what these rep’s are like, unreliable at the best of times. Hey, I can talk to her if she turns up.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

“Okay thanks, but don’t agree to anything without checking with me, alright?”

“Of course not, now you go home and have a rest sweetie.”

Pippa Willows pulled into the first parking spot she saw, switched the engine off and yanked the keys from the ignition before leaping out of the silver Mercedes.

“Bloody London traffic!” she muttered, hunching her shoulders and grimacing as she felt some drops of rain splashing on her straw blonde hair as she heaved two large black cases from the boot. She was having such a bad week and being late was the last thing she needed. Her monthly bonus was in doubt unless she managed to do some serious deals soon.

She quickly skipped out of the car park and hurried left towards the sign that at the end of the street that read “Honeysuckle Lingerie”.

“Here, let me help you,” Casey said, rushing over and holding the door open as the young woman struggled through the door with her cases.

“Thanks, I’m Pippa Willows, I’ve got an appointment with Stacy,” the woman said, putting the cases on the floor and shaking the excess rain from her coat.

“I’m afraid my sister’s ill so she’s gone home early, but I’m Casey the joint owner here, so perhaps you could talk to me instead. If that’s alright with you, of course,” Casey said, offering her hand.

“Of course, pleased to meet you,” Pippa said.

“Likewise,” Casey said, looking her up and down as they politely shook hands. She suited her name, tall and willowy with pale skin and dark blue, almost indigo-coloured, eyes behind black-rimmed designer spectacles. Her long straight blonde hair was parted in the centre and flowed over her shoulders.

“Sorry I’m a bit late, the traffic’s shocking,” Pippa said apologetically as she slipped out of her raincoat.

“No problem. Let me take that,” Casey offered, admiring the way the woman’s silky aquamarine blouse and navy skirt clung to her slender figure.

“So where can I…?” Pippa said, holding out the cases.

“If you head up those stairs, you’ll find the office to your left,” Casey said, pointing towards the rear of the store. “It’s just me here at the moment, so I’ll lock the doors and follow you up.”

The upstairs office was surprisingly large, with vanilla-coloured walls and a beige carpet. There was a large desk bursa escort with two chairs in front of the rain-splashed window but Casey lead the saleswoman over to a more casual space, a corner where a large comfortable-looking tan leather sofa sat in front of some abstract prints and helped her place the two large cases on a sleek chrome and glass coffee table.

“So, first of all, thanks for sparing me some of your valuable time,” Pippa said, straightening her navy skirt over her knees as she sat down. She hooked a pair of black-rimmed glasses over her ears and handed Casey a business card that read “Pippa Willows, Senior Sales Representative, Silk and Steel Ltd.”

“No problem, thanks for coming to see us,” Casey said politely, taking a seat on the sofa beside her.

“Right, so let me start with a question: what’s the bestselling book of all time?”

“Um, Harry Potter?” Casey guessed.

“Fifty Shades of Grey,” Pippa said with a grin. “So what does that tell you about the British woman of today?”

Casey opened her mouth to reply but Pippa swept on with what was obviously a well-practiced sales pitch.

“It tells me that women today are much more liberated and open about exploring the limits of their sexuality. I’ve been with Silk and Steel for five years and every year that passes, I find that women are a little more willing to talk about sex and experiment with our products. Every year we’ve increased our sales. Buying yourself a dildo is normal now. And trying a little light bondage just isn’t seen as being weird or kinky these days. It’s just seen as a sign of having a healthy sex life with your boyfriend.”

“Or girlfriend,” Casey added.

“Or girlfriend of course; whether you’re straight, gay or lesbian, trying something new or different just isn’t a big deal these days. The internet has allowed women to realise that they’re not alone in having sexual fantasies or wanting to explore their sexual boundaries. You can buy vibrators on Amazon these days, for goodness sake!”

“Okay, so what exactly do you sell?” Casey said.

“I’m glad you asked,” Pippa said, grinning as she flipped open the catch of the first case.

“Oh! I see!” Casey said, watching as the woman folded it open to reveal a wide array of bondage equipment: black leather whips, velvet blindfolds, shiny metal handcuffs.

“And in this case, some more conventional sex toys,” Pippa said as she opened the second case which was filled with a colourful mix of dildos, vibrators, lubricants and other adult accessories.

“But we’re a lingerie store, we just don’t stock these kind of items,” Casey said.

“Yes, but as I was saying to your sister at the conference, you really are missing a big sales opportunity. A recent survey found that more than fifty percent of women own or have owned a vibrator, did you know that? A lot of women get them from the internet, but don’t you think they’d want to know what it feels like before buying it? Don’t you think they’d want to hold it, and get a feel for its size and texture?”

“I guess, but I’m still not sure…”

“I mean, think about it. Your customers are already semi-naked and trying on lingerie, so they’re already in that bedroom mind-set, why not discretely offer them a range of high-quality toys to enhance their sex life?”

“Yes, well, I must admit I am impressed by your range,” Casey said, smiling as she ran her fingers over the vibrators, examining the wide range of colours and textures and shapes, from elegantly-curved, pastel-coloured vibrators to tiny bullet-shaped clitoral stimulators to thick, penis-shaped dongs. She crossed her legs, feeling her fitting grey trousers stretching tightly against her thighs as she wondered how the different toys might feel against her nakedness.

“Well different women want different types of stimulation. We try to cater to all tastes.”

“I haven’t seen this type before,” Casey said, pointing at a small transparent pink cylinder about the size of a large hairclip.

“Ah, that’s a finger vibe,” Pippa said, picking it up and sliding it over her two of her fingers.

“Oh, I see! How cute!”

“Yes, you flick it on like this, then you can use it on yourself or your partner. You can orgasm with it, but most women use it for foreplay,” she said, sliding it up and down the sleeve of her blouse to demonstrate.

“Here, try it on me,” Casey said, sliding the

sleeve of her white blouse up over her arm.

“Nice, huh?” Pippa said.

“Oooh yes, great for foreplay, like you say,” Casey giggled, shivering as Pippa ran it up and down her bare arm sending little tingles through her skin. “Do you mind if I try it?”

“Of course,” Pippa said, slipping it off her finger and sliding it onto Casey’s index finger. “See? You flick it on like this.”

“Ooh, feels funny,” Casey said as her fingers began to vibrate with a quiet hum. “And I’d use it like this?”

“Yes, exactly,” Pippa said as she felt Casey slide it up and down her arm over the thin silk bursa escort bayan of her blouse.

“Bet this would feel amazing on the more intimate parts of your body. Imagine what it would feel like on your nipples!” Casey said, sliding her hand slowly up over the girl’s arm and slowly down over the soft swell of her breasts.

“Yes, well, maybe I’ll let you have one as a free sample,” Pippa said, quickly sitting up. She grasped Casey’s hand and slipped it off her finger as her cheeks coloured a little.

“I can’t believe the range of vibrators you have here. What’s most popular?” Casey said, fascinated with the contents of the cases.

“This one here, this new battery-powered massage wand has been our top seller recently,” Pippa said, picking up a toy with a slender pink shaft attached to a rounded white cylindrical head and handing it to Casey.

“Ooh, it feels quite powerful,” Casey said as she flicked it on with her thumb.

“Oh yes, it’s a firm favourite. I always say that it has three speeds: low, medium and oh-my-God!” Pippa joked.

Casey laughed as she used her thumb to switch it on, the toy rumbling in her hand as if it had a life of its own.

“Is that your own personal favourite then?” Casey asked, little tingles of anticipation as she slid the switch up a notch, moving from a powerful, low rumble to a higher-pitched buzz.

“Sometimes. I like the Doxy and Hitachi wands too. And some of the new silicone vibrators are good but for a guaranteed orgasm I find the Rampant Rabbit range always hits the spot,” she replied.

“Feels really good, I could do with a little stress relief,” Casey admitted, slowly running the massage toy along the inside of her leg.

“Yes, well, anyway, as I was saying, we’re the leading provider of high-quality adult toys in this area and like to think of ourselves as providing a very discrete and professional service to all our customers, so we think we’d be a perfect fit for an upmarket boutique like you have here. You see, at Silk and Steel…”

Casey continued to listen absent-mindedly as she slid the vibrator up and down her leg, quickly tuning out, her mind focussing on the pleasantly warm throbbing sensations in her thighs as she ran her eyes over Pippa’s slim body. She watched as the blonde shifted position, the tight navy skirt riding up a little over her smooth legs and the folds of her thin aquamarine blouse betraying small but perky breasts. She watched the woman’s raspberry lips as she continued to talk and wondered if they’d feel as plump and juicy as they looked. The events of the day before and the carnal cornucopia of toys laid out in front of her were causing all sorts of lewd thoughts to form in her mind.

“And I can assure you that all of our toys are of the very highest quality, so if you like to perhaps try some of a sale-or-return basis…” Pippa continued, using a finger to ease her spectacles up over her nose.

“Hmm, you say high-quality but how can I be sure?” Casey said, running her fingers along the different types of restraints: furry pink handcuffs, Velcro bindings, lengths of black rope until she came to a pair of silver handcuffs. “These, for example, how do I know that they’re robust? Our customers expect the best.”

“Of course, and I assure you these are the best.”

“I mean,” Casey said, warming to her theme, “We’re not some high street chain like Ann Summers. We don’t want to be associated with novelty toys or naughty nurses’ outfits or cheap plastic bondage gear that breaks the first time you try it.”

“I can assure you these are the best quality: premium metal cuffs joined with solid steel links. Here look I’ll show you, if you just give me your hands…”

Casey allowed the woman to slip the cuffs over her wrists, shivering at the feel of the cold metal against her skin.

“Yes, well, they certainly seem to be well-made,” she said, as she tested their strength by trying and failing to pull her wrists apart. “Yes, very secure.”

“Told you,” Pippa said, looking a little smug.

“Gosh, you could do anything you wanted with me!” Casey said, imagining how it would feel to have Pippa strap her hands to the couch before slowly and purposefully stripping her naked, one item of clothing at a time. She squeezed her thighs a little tighter trying to satisfy the delicious itch between her thighs as she pictured herself squirming happily as she felt those glossy raspberry lips on her naked skin.

“Yes, well, that’s the idea,” Pippa said, laughing nervously as she swept a strand of blonde hair around her ear.

“Do you mind if I try them on you?”

“Sure,” Pippa said as she demonstrated how to unfasten the cuffs with a small silver key then held out her hands.

“Perhaps I can try it with your hands behind your back. If that’s okay with you…”

“Behind my back? Oh, well, I suppose that’s okay…” Pippa said hesitantly as she turned away from Casey and felt the young woman take her hands. It seemed a bit unusual but she really escort bursa did need this sale.

“There, how does that feel? Too tight?” Casey said, feeling a little thrill of anticipation as she felt the mechanism click into place, the metal bands fitting snugly around the woman’s slender wrists.

“No, that’s fine,” the blonde said, struggling theatrically, the chain taut between the cuffs as she demonstrated how helpless she was. “See how well made they are? I’ve got no chance of getting out of these.”

“Yes, I see,” Casey said thoughtfully, her olive-green eyes sparkling as she grasped Pippa’s shoulders, turning her back so they were face-to-face.

“So, um, the key’s right there on the table, so if you could just…” Pippa said as Casey slid a hand up over her shoulder to stroke her cheek, then held her chin as she shifted closer.

“I always think it’s important to get to know potential business partners a little before I do deals with them, don’t you agree?” Casey said, as she carefully took off Pippa’s glasses then ran a hand through the woman’s silky blonde hair.

Pippa opened her mouth to answer but didn’t get a chance to speak as Casey kissed her, softly at first, savouring the warmth and plumpness of her warm lips, enjoying their subtle taste. Then feeling the woman struggle a little, hearing muffled sounds of protest as she kissed her more passionately, probing the warm, wetness of her mouth with her darting tongue.

As they kissed, Casey ran her hands over the firm contours of Pippa’s body, the woman’s protests getting a little louder as she caressed her small, firm boobs.

“What are you doing? Let me go,” she protested breathlessly, her face flushed as she watched Casey’s wicked fingers unfastening the buttons of her pale blue-green blouse and felt her moist lips kissing her neck.

“I just thought you looked a little hot,” Casey said impishly.

“Really, I’m very flattered but you need to stop this!” Pippa complained, struggling helplessly against the handcuffs as Casey’s lips kissed her ear and gently sucked at her little pearl earrings.

“Well, those handcuffs certainly seem to be good quality, perhaps we should check something else,” Casey said as she ran her fingers over the contents of the nearest case until she found what she was looking for. “Tell me about this.”

“That’s a ball gag,” Pippa explained nervously as she watched Casey swinging the small black silicone gag and its strap from her fingers. It was beginning to occur to Pippa that Casey knew a lot more about bondage than she’d let on. “Now wait a minute, please…”

“I see, so I’d place it in your mouth like this?” Casey said, firmly holding the woman’s chin as she eased the table tennis ball-sized gag between her lips. Pippa struggled but with her hands still bound, she couldn’t stop Casey sweeping her hair out of the way as her deft fingers fastened the buckle at the back of her neck.

“No please, stop this!” Pippa tried to say but all that came out was a series of incomprehensible grunting noises.

“Oh dear, are you still too hot?” Casey said, wilfully misunderstanding as she quickly slipped off her captive’s black court shoes and unzipped her navy skirt.

“Nnnn nnnnn,” Pippa protested as she felt Casey’s eager little hands roughly tugging at her skirt until it slipped over her slender hips.

“There,” Casey gasped triumphantly as she cast the skirt aside then quickly finished unbuttoning Pippa’s blouse, her impish green eyes devouring the woman’s body.

Pippa squirmed helplessly as she suddenly found herself clad only in her lacy pink underwear. She could only watch as Casey briefly left her, grinning mischievously as she returned with a large pair of silver scissors.

“Now then, hold still!” Casey said as she eased the blades between the cups of her bra. “I wouldn’t want to nick those lovely boobs!”

“Nnnn, nnnnn!” Pippa complained as she heard the sharp blades neatly snip through the little white bow at the centre of her brassiere.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get you a replacement downstairs later,” Casey said as her wicked hands tugged the lacy bra open revealing small but pert boobs tipped with petite, strawberry-red nipples.

“What lovely little boobs,” Casey cooed as she caressed Pippa’s nakedness, her slender hands easily big enough to cup them as she flicked her thumbs across the tips, making Pippa gasp into her gag.

The girl’s sobs of protest became louder and hotter as Casey squeezed one of her boobs into a tight little cone and flicked her tongue back and forth until her nipple was as hard and round as her pearl earrings. She couldn’t resist, drawing it into her mouth and gently squeezing it between her teeth.

“Mmm, such lovely hard little nipples,” she chuckled, leaning back and flicking a wet fingertip across the girl’s turgid peaks.

“So, I have to say I am impressed with the quality of your bondage gear, perhaps we should try your vibrators and dildos next,” Casey said, her green eyes sparkling playfully.

“Now then what shall we try first, hmm? A big, fat dildo? A little bullet vibrator? Ah, what about this three-speed massager?” Casey said as she pulled the wand from the case with the flourish of a stage magician.

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Enjoy, Hidden Feelings.

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Where do I begin? My life’s changed so much that I hardly recognize myself sometimes. So much has transpired in such a short frame of time that I wonder how I survive.

2 years it has been. And despite all that’s happened I wouldn’t change a thing. Not one iota of my life has been easy, but I still would not change a thing, for all my bitching, someone stood by me for those two years. Someone I can now happily call the love of my life. They gave me advice where I had no idea, they comforted me when I was down, hell, they stopped short of adopting me as their sister. That’s why it was so difficult for her. That’s right. Her….

Wednesday. The 15th. I remember it so vividly because three things happened in quick succession: My house caught fire, my mom was involved in a car accident and my boyfriend dumped me.

Jaded about the fire, I floated through the day going nowhere in particular, not paying attention to my work or much else for that matter.

I was about to walk into a small Bookshop, for no reason in particular, when Rebecca came up behind me and tapped me on my shoulder. I turned, half expecting to see someone offering me something I dropped from my purse. Yeah, I’m a klutz like that, imagine my surprise when I saw ‘Rebecca?’

‘Hey Alex, what’s up?’ she asked, seeing my jaded look and I shook my head ‘Grab a seat, maybe some popcorn, because here is the soap opera that is my life’ I said and she smiled reassuringly as I told her about the fire in my two bedroom house just on the outskirts of town. She listened intently, eyes never leaving mine. God those eyes, the most startling shade of blue/violet I’ve ever seen.

‘Oh my gosh Allie, I’m so sorry’ she said and brushed her hand on my arm gently. I nodded, unaware that her hand lingered longer than it usually did ‘Well, that’s life, seems it doesn’t like me though’

Rebecca smiled ‘well it’s only because you’re gonna kick its ass one day’. I couldn’t suppress a chuckle. ‘Only as revenge for this’ I said and she smirked.’What’s the state of the house?’ she asked, and I sighed.

‘I’ve lost half my house in the fire, and the insurance companies said they can only reimburse the fire damage and not the contents that were lost’

She smiled again and nodded, then her eyes lit up for a second. ‘Do you need a place to stay while they re-build your house?’ she asked and I thought for a second, I had hoped to ask someone as it wouldn’t be for long, maybe a month or two, so I nodded, albeit sheepishly ‘Yeah, just until I can get on my feet, and I can pay rent if you want’ I offered but she shook her head almost immediately.

‘Nonsense, you’re my friend and I’m sure I can manage, my apartment’s too big for one person anyway’ she said and I smiled ‘Thanks Rebecca, I don’t know who I would’ve asked’ I admitted and she plastered on that thunderbolt smile again that lit up my day ‘Could’ve asked me’ she said and winked and I blushed ‘Well, I didn’t want to impose’

She sighed ‘As I said the place is too big, I mean, it echoes when I speak on the phone for Christ’s sake’ she said with a coy grin and I laughed again. She glanced at her watch. ‘Shoot I have to go, come around tonight to have a look, you know where I live’ I nodded as she walked away, and I felt my eyes casually wander down the soft tresses of her auburn hair.

I shook my head. There was a time I thought, well, hoped really…..But, no, those days were gone. I hope.

Not much else happened that day, at least not yet, but I found myself smiling as I usually did when I ran into Rebecca. I wondered what she was doing on this side of town, she worked across the town at a small publishing agency, and she lived even further away than that. I dismissed it as my over-thinking things again, I have a tendency to do that I guess.

Looking idly at my watch, I noticed it was nearly 7pm. The sun began to set over the ocean and I smiled. If I hurried, I could catch the sunset at Rebecca’s place. I downed the last of my soy latté very quickly (yes I’m a Soy chugger, what are you gonna do?), and decided to go around to Rebecca’s place to have a look around, and when I saw the apartment complex I gasped. I had seen it multiple times before and it provoked the same reaction as always.

It was just so huge, and it was right on the coast, providing a stunning view of the Atlantic Ocean, and when the sun sets, it has the best view in Southern Florida.

I shook my head as I got into the pristine elevator up to the twelfth floor; a floor that offered some of the best views of the woodland surrounding the town and the mountains to the West, as well as the ocean sunsets to the East.

I stepped out of the elevator and knocked on the door and when it was opened, I nearly gasped again. Rebecca was wearing her hair in a ponytail, an errand strand of hair cascaded down bursa yabancı escort her face and she wore a tight blouse over a white tee shirt, both were spattered with paint. The sunset in the background melded with her hair and cast a shadow on her face, although she looked like she was about to tell me to rack off, she looked stunningly beautiful.

She held a paintbrush in her teeth, and when she saw it was me she took it out and pulled me into a hug, her eyes lighting up instantly. ‘Hey you, come to see where you’ll be living?’ she asked and I nodded, unwillingly breaking the warm embrace. It was the closest thing to human interaction I had had since the Insurance Company called me on my cell.

I stepped into her apartment and let out a low whistle when I saw the place; a large, open plan kitchen blended into the living area, leading to large glass doors that opened onto a balcony. She walked past me, brushing herself unnecessarily against me and stepping towards the large doors that led to the balcony. I noticed painting supplies and an easel had been set up, but I couldn’t make out the painting yet.

‘Make yourself at home roomie’ she said with another one of her famous smiles, forcing me to smile back. ‘You caught me just as I was painting’ She said as she stepped out onto the balcony and brushed her paintbrush across the canvas.

I followed her and leant on the door, letting out another low gasp as I saw her capture the likeness of the sun on her canvas perfectly, then the ocean perfectly still and reflecting the dying glow of the sun.

In a few brushstrokes she captured the very essence of her apartment complex and the people on the beach, it was as if she was in a helicopter and viewing the scene from a distance as she painted a balcony.

I stood there until the sun had gone down and she opened her eyes that I hadn’t realized she was shutting, and let out a sigh as a smile parted her lips and she looked at me.

‘That’s how I paint’ she said, and handed me the canvas.

‘Still wet’ she warned and I gazed in awe at the painting, the people milling about on the beach, some flying kites, some sitting on blankets, the apartment complex and the faint figure standing there with the flowing auburn hair, the setting sun with its orange glow and crimson fire, she had included a few stars as the reds faded to blues and the darkness of night at the edge of the canvas.

I stared at the painting for a while. It was absolutely stunning. I looked back to Rebecca who was standing in the kitchen and turning on the stove.

I walked into the living room and smiled, and she smiled back. ‘Like the painting?’ she asked and I scoffed ‘Saying I only like the painting is like saying you’re not my friend’

‘Oh, has someone been telling you we’re friends? Because they were lying’ she said coyly as she shoved a few vegetables in a casserole dish with some chicken and salad before she threw it in the oven.

I hit her arm gently and she chuckled. ‘Need any help?’ I asked but she shook her head as I walked over. ‘No I’m fine’

‘If I’m gonna be living here and not paying rent then you have to let me help somehow’ I said and she raised an eyebrow, looking at me. Something clouded her perfect blue eyes for a fraction of a second before she smiled. ‘You don’t have to do anything. Honestly. Call this a celebration of you moving in’ she said as she turned the oven on and got a bottle of wine out of the fridge.

‘If you want to help then pour two glasses of that’ she said, handing me the wine and turning around to grab two glasses. I couldn’t help but admire her hips as she gracefully walked towards the cupboard and got out the wine glasses.

I shook my head as she turned back towards me and handed me the glasses. I was about to pour when my cell phone rang incessantly in my bag. I sighed and grabbed it, flipping it open. She flashed me a smile and I couldn’t help but smile back for the time being.

‘Yes?’ I asked, and what I heard next chilled me to the bone. My face fell, the color drained away, and I felt myself go numb.

I dropped the phone onto the floor.

‘Alex? Honey, what’s wrong?’ I heard Rebecca ask, and I looked at her, my mouth opening and closing like a drowning fish.

‘My mom’ I said, tearing up already. ‘She’s dead’

The trip to the hospital was hell. It was worse than hell. Imagine your life crumbling around you while your sight is blurred by grief, speeding towards what you knew would be the last time you saw someone you loved, someone you had depended on for twenty five years to be there when you were hurt.

That pain is one I do not wish upon my worst enemy, nor myself. It’s a pain that few people will experience so young.

As Rebecca stopped the car, I gazed at the large ominous building and the large red letters that spelt out ‘HOSPITAL’

Rebecca held my hand and I smiled emotionlessly as she held me. ‘You don’t have to-‘ she began but I shook my head. ‘Yes I do’ I resolved ‘She bursa sınırsız escort was there for me all my life, now I have to be there at the end of hers’

She nodded and I got out of the car, she held my hand as we walked into the Hospital. Waiting for me, was my Boyfriend Alex. He got up and hugged me, forcing Rebecca to release my hand. I noticed the look of loss on her face as that happened, but it was only there for a fraction of a second, then it disappeared.

I was cold and emotionless the whole time, through the talks with the doctors and the police, even through identifying her in the morgue. From what I did hear, my mother was coming to see how I was doing before she was hit by a drunk driver, she was killed on impact.

I refused to let the tears come as the police finally let me alone and left the room. My boyfriend sighed, finally bringing me back to reality. He walked out, leaving me and Rebecca alone. She held my hand again and I looked in her eyes. There was so much compassion there that I nearly did cry.

‘I’ll go talk to him’ she said and got up. I instantly felt the loss intensify as she left the room and her hand left mine as inevitable distance separated us.

I heard muffled voices through the door of the doctor’s office, then they rose to such that I heard every word.

‘….It’s like she doesn’t even care…’

‘…She does care, she’s dealing with a crisis here, that and her house burning down it’s a wonder she isn’t broken down completely!’

‘But, it’s her mother for Christ’s sake!’

‘Yes, someone who actually cared for her. Someone who was there for her when she needed it. Someone who was coming to check on her when she found out her house and her possessions were burnt to the ground. Where were you, huh?!’

Silence followed and Rebecca layed into him some more. She was on a roll now and woudn’t be stopped unless someone shoved a rag in her mouth.

‘I can hazard a guess’ she screamed, ‘and it involves drinking and bedding the first bimbo you met!!’

I heard a slap, and rushed to the door, seeing my boyfriend standing over Rebecca with his hand raised in a fist, ready to deliver a second blow. As soon as he saw me he dropped his fist and gave Rebecca a glaring glance before he pointed at her ‘You do not disrespect me’ he said and walked away. I guessed that was the end of us. I rushed to Rebecca’s side and she got up and went to run after him, absolute hatred and maliciousness in her eyes. I couldn’t help but notice how sexy she looked standing there like a demon.

‘Stop’ I admonished, and she looked at me ‘He’s not worth it’ I said and she gave me an adoring smile. ‘I guess I won’t be seeing him again’ I said as I gazed down the corridor. She placed a hand on my arm and tentatively stroked it through my t-shirt.

I returned her smile, and hugged her close; finally letting the events of the day hit me. As the first tear came down my cheek, she cradled my head on her shoulder and we both stood in the corridor. Weeping on her shoulder, as she stroked my hair, gave me time to think. Only one thing had been consistent in my life thus far; Rebecca. She was there when I told her about my dad leaving, when I came home crying about my first date she came over to comfort me, and when I struggled with grades in College, she was there to help me get through it. She whispered soothing words into my ear as I buried my head in her neck and inhaled the scent of her perfume. It smelled like Chocolate being cooked, and her hair bore the faint smell of Coconut.

As I finally stopped crying, I still stood there letting her hold me, reveling in the contact and the closeness this offered. When she let me go I thought my heart would break again as it had so many times today. I think it was then I realized, I was in love with my best friend.

‘Shall we go home?’ she asked, shattering my thoughts. The love in her eyes was clear. She didn’t try to hide it anymore. I guess she figured out that if I didn’t know how she felt right now then I never would.

I nodded and she led me out the door by the hand, towards the car.

The drive home was in silence as well, less than two hours after we got to the hospital. As we got in I sighed and flopped on the couch, flinging my purse over to the chair.

She laughed and sat down beside me with a glass of wine. ‘Here’ she said ‘to take the edge off’ I accepted and drank deeply of the wine and she watched me, eyes wide.

As I finally pulled the wine glass away I looked at her. ‘What?’ I asked and she shook her head. ‘Nothing, just never figured you for a Lush that’s all’

I opened my mouth, feigning indignance and she tried to sip her wine without laughing. ‘May I remind you that I deserve this, the amount of shit that’s happened to me today’ I said and she snickered, nearly spilling her wine. She looked at me still smiling. ‘The answers are not at the bottom of a wine glass you know. Trust me’ she said, raising an eyebrow perceptively görükle escort and laying a friendly hand on my knee.

The slight contact was unexpected, the comment even more so.

‘What would ever make you try to drink yourself into a stupor?’ I asked and she sighed. The smile faded. I could tell there was some hidden memories, hidden feelings that were there, and she was reluctant to let them go.

‘I don’t know, how about the fact that my parents dis-owned me last year, the fact that I’m 38 and alone, or the fact that I’m in love with my best friend and she’s completely oblivious to it’ she said, staring me in the eye. So much was there to process. Some of it I think, deep down, I already knew, just lamented to accept it.

I blinked, and she waited. There was an entire five minutes of unbearable silence. Her best friend she said, well, she had called me that many times, but, Love? That’s a strong word. Does that mean she was gay? And her parents dis-owning her, was that because she was gay? How could I not know this? 38?! She did not look 38 for God’s sake!

I sat there and she smiled humourlessly at me as she downed the last of my wine. ‘If you want to leave then you can, I won’t keep you if you need to think’

‘No’ I said quickly, maybe too quickly. ‘I’m fine, it’s just, your best friend?’ I asked and she nodded ‘Yes’ I nodded as well. ‘You called me your best friend a few times’ I stated and she looked down, but still nodded.

My eyes widened and I clasped a hand over my mouth. I already knew this though, so why was it such a shock? Well, when I had seen the Love in her eyes at the Hospital, I could deny that.

The feelings I felt when I was around her, I could supress. Hearing it from her own mouth, well, those things became harder to deny.

She must have mistook my look for one of disgust as tears began to form in her eyes and she turned away, heading towards her bedroom. I couldn’t follow. Hey, my mom died, my house burnt down, my Boyfriend of two years just left me, all but calling me heartless, and here was this woman telling me she loved me. This beautiful, sexy woman who could have had anyone she wanted in the world, but chose me.

All of that requires some serious self-analysis, okay? So get off my back about not immnediately realizing what my heart was practically screaming.

Okay, so, the facts;

Fact One: I am not gay. I never have even been curious, but this woman made me feel things I hadn’t felt in a long time. There was a soaring in my heart every time she touched me, the love in her eyes at the Hospital had made my heart fly over the moon and come crashing back down when she let me go.

Fact Two: I have nowhere to live, and this place is the only place withing 3000 something miles I can stay at. My Uncle’s place is in Canada, but that wasn’t really practical.

Fact Three: my best friend was, IS, in Love with me. And the more I try to deny it, the more I realize, I love her too.

It was well past two when I finished unwravelling the tapestry of my feelings. I was still holding the empty wine glass in my hand with such a grip I’m surprised it didn’t shatter. My acute hearing picked up faint sniffing and sobbing coming from the next room. My heart nearly shattered when I thought of her crying.

I got up, set the wine glass on the table and went to her door, I was about to knock when the door opened and she nearly crashed into me. God, she looked so, so, SO, sexy and cute standing there with her hair in dis-array, the night-gown she was wearing crumbled and clearly too big. Her eyes, though bloodshot, still had the same iredescent quality about them.

She looked me up and down and closed her door. ‘What?’ she asked, wiping away her eyes.

‘Today, when you greeted me in the street, why weren’t you on the other side of town?’ I asked and she looked down. ‘I was there to make sure you were okay. I had to see you’ she admitted and I smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. She leant into the simple touch, but her eyes still looked hurt.

Well, before you judge me on what I did next, just know that there was the woman I loved standing there in a barely decent night gown looking crestfallen. There was nothing I would’ve liked more than to kiss away the hurt I had caused.

So I did.

When our lips sealed, God it was heaven. Cliché I know, but oh they were so soft, so pliant, and they tasted of strawberries.

She was shocked, too shocked to move, so I took advantage of her momentary paralysis, snaking my hands into her hair and running my tongue over her lips. I had become the agressor. And even though I didn’t have the faintest idea how to go about this, I was willing to try.

I ran my hands through her fiery red tresses and scraped my nails over her scalp, she moaned into the kiss and opened her mouth. My tongue shot into the opening and danced with her own, sliding over each other in the most sensual way. When I withdrew, she followed, but all of a sudden remembered where she was.

‘Wait’ she said, breaking the kiss and pushing me away. ‘Why?’ she asked and I kissed her again, pinning her against her door. ‘Because’ I whispered into her ear, making her shudder. My hands snaked down to her wrists and grabbed them, pulling them up beside her head so she couldn’t push me away again.

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Nothing turned Katie on more than masturbating where people could possibly find her. She’s done nothing too hardcore yet, just the occasional rub off in the theater under a short leather skirt or perhaps flashing her perky, d-cup breasts in her car or in the window of her bedroom.

Speaking of her bedroom that was where she was now, silently contemplating going further with her acts of exhibitionism The possibility of opening the doors to her balcony and using her vibrator and a good erotic story to get off where enticing to say the least.

Taking one last deep breath Katie bursa escort bayan grabbed her thick purple dildo and her powerful vibe off of her bedside table on her way out to her balcony.

The balcony was small, but she had managed to fit a comfortable outdoor lounge chair in the concrete space. It wasn’t the sexiest environment being surrounded by concrete, but the view of the apartment’s parking lot below was what she was here for.

Katie bent over and rested her forearm on the balcony’s arm-rail, placing her dildo to the side and reaching down with her vibe to her pussy. görükle escort She turned the vibe on low and watched parking lot where she observed people coming and going, occasionally glancing up at her but not one noticed her state of pleasure as the arm-rail was quite bulky.

Growing frustrated, Katie pulled her milky tits out of the top of her baby blue dress. Getting more turned on from the unveiling of her breasts she lent down further arching her back and rocking gently forward and back, mimicking doggy style. Katie moaned the vibrator was doing its job bursa escort bayan on her clit. She tilted her head back, carefully curled long dark brown hair splayed against her back in a display of debauchery. The light material of her dress danced about her thighs with the motion of her one-sided fucking in an enticing picture of which she wished someone was watching, anyone.

Little did Katie know that someone indeed was watching, his dick growing harder from watching the teen put on a show. He watched in silence from his car after catching sight of bouncing tits while parking. Would he offer his services to the sexually frustrated or be voyeur from a safe distance? This was the question he was asking himself, and one he decided the answer to after watching the young brunette reach for her dildo.

He was going to help her out.

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I woke up that day like any other day. Stretching whole-heartedly with a big yawn, I tossed my wrinkled covers over me once more and lingered in bed for another forty-five minutes. Once I got bored of scrolling through my newsfeed and responding to the occasional message, I decided to drag myself out of bed, brush my teeth, shower, and change. And I did these menial tasks without thought or care. Yes, I woke up that day just like any other day, but it ended up being one that would forever change my life.

I lived in a new, decently sized two-bedroom townhouse five minutes from campus. While I did make ends meet and live comfortably, I needed a roommate to ease the financial burden in any way possible. I posted an ad on Craigslist and in the campus newspaper about the available room down the hall, and it took months full of crazy “interviews” before I finally started to lose hope: one guy insisted that he would have to bring his lizards and snakes to the townhouse, another was out of work and couldn’t afford the first month’s rent, and one asked if I was okay with naked sleepwalkers. Needless to say, things weren’t going the way I wanted them to and my search was proving to be fruitless.

But that day I had arranged for another interested tenant to stop by, so he could see the place and we could see how we got along. As you could imagine with the months I’d had searching, I expected nothing to come of it, and the excitement I’d originally felt at the prospect of meeting someone new and potentially get a new roommate had faded. These little meet-ups started to blend in with my mundane routines. Despite my low expectations, a small glint of hope always remained.

And so when I heard the doorbell ring, I didn’t rush to answer the door with a skip in my step. I took my time getting there, opening it casually with a half-assed smile. “Jamie Lakis?” I asked with my brow raised.

He gave me a nod and a grin, outstretching his hand to me. “Nice to meet you,” he said coolly.

Giving his hand a firm shake, I introduced myself and waved him in. “You too. I’m Carson. Feel free to have a seat on the couch there. Want something to drink?” I asked, walking into the kitchen to grab myself a water.

“Yeah, a water would be nice,” he shouted from the living room.

The couch he sat on faced toward the kitchen, and the island with the sink on it faced him. I looked up at him playing on his phone as I fixed him a glass of water. I couldn’t see his face but I was able to admire the chocolate brown mess atop his head. He sat bent forward with his arms rested on his knees. He wore a pair of cargo shorts and flip-flops, leaving his golden calves visible to me. Even from the distance I could see the golden-brown hairs that sprinkled his legs.

Snapping bursa escort out of it, I carried two glasses of water to the living room and when I placed them on the coffee table he looked up at me and put away his phone. Taking a seat on the loveseat adjacent to him, I decided to be the one to strike up a conversation. “So, Jamie, are you from the area?”

“Sort-of. I just transferred from Middlebury. Only an hour away, so new to the college but not so much to the area.”

I crinkled my brow and looked at him quizzically over my glass. Before taking a sip, I asked, “Why did you leave Middlebury? If you don’t mind me asking.”

He shrugged, leaning back. “Well, this is where I originally wanted to go but my parents preferred Middlebury. That is where my dad attended. I said I’d give it a shot and I did—for three and a half years,” he chuckled. “This is where I want to be. What are you studying?”

“I’m an education major—early childhood education, actually. My junior year. And . . . you?”

“Biology, senior year,” Jamie said matter-of-factly. “I love that shit.”

I laughed, warming up to him. Finally, someone who seemed perfectly normal and quite pleasant to boot. Not to mention, I knew I wouldn’t get tired of looking at that face. He had a Greek-ish little nose, dark blue eyes, and shortly cropped, wavy brown hair. He wasn’t bulky by any means, but he was certainly tall. From what I could remember at the time, I’d have had to slightly lift my head to press my lips to his chin.

We bullshitted for another hour or so—much longer than any of the others—and the conversation just continued to flow effortlessly. He was really just a laid-back guy who I happened to have a lot in common with. I told him straight up that day that he could move in as soon as he was able and that the room was already ready. When he left, I watched him from the blinds as he got in his big truck, put his baseball cap on, and drove off. Was he witty and ambitious? Yes. Was he attractive? No fucking contest. But that wasn’t the reason I chose him—I’ve never been so shallow and vain as to make monumental decisions based on spur of the moment feelings in either my head or my pants. He genuinely seemed like he’d be a good roommate—get off my back!

We texted back and forth that night about a possible move-in date and decided that the next day would work for us both. He said he’d be by with most of his things around 4:30, after his classes, which gave me time to make an extra key to the duplex and tidy up a bit more. I keep a clean house, and it isn’t cluttered with the typical man-cave shit either. It was pretty plain, actually, and not even so much as a picture adorned its walls. I guess I as a person was plain.

The next day I left the front door open so he could bursa escort bayan just walk in with his things, blasting some Arctic Monkeys to fill the void in case the silence got awkward between the two of us. As I wiped down the kitchen counters I pondered about whether or not I should have told him I was openly gay. I’d imagine he didn’t pick up on it by himself, being as I don’t really fit the stereotype of the flamboyant, feminine homosexual. Pictures of half-naked men slick with oil don’t cover my bedroom mirror and don’t even have a presence on my phone. Ironically, when I come out, most people try to insist that I’m straight. I’ve never experienced homophobia, nor do I understand it. What I do understand is a man being somewhat uncomfortable about living alone with another gay man. He had a right to know, and I suddenly felt bad for not having told him before he brought his shit over.

Right on cue I heard three taps on the door. Peering around the wall I saw Jamie poking his head in, a large box of what seemed to be knick knacks held tightly against his chest with his forearm. He was wearing the same cap as yesterday except now it was backwards, with bits of brown hair jutting out the front, and he also sported a sheepish grin on his face.

I laughed a little and walked over to him, gesturing toward the box with my hands as a way of offering to take it. “You know,” I said as he handed me the box and bent down to pick up another, “you do live here now. No need knock.”

“Didn’t want to scare you,” he winked with that same lopsided smile.

My cheeks may or may not have turned pink at the sight of him winking at me, and in an effort to hide it I quickly turned and led him to his room. Luckily for me, it was right next to mine. You know, in case he happened to sleep walk in the nude. As you could imagine, that concern was genuine and in his best interest, of course.

I put his box down and jabbed a thumb in the direction of the front door. “Need more help unloading?”

“Thanks, man,” he chirped, smacking my shoulder and walking out, leaving me behind to touch my shoulder in an effort of making sure the sparks I felt didn’t ignite my shirt on fucking fire.

“I have every Arctic Monkeys song on my Spotify,” he commented behind another large box before handing it over to me. I lingered and waited for him to grab one for himself so we could walk to his room together.

“Oh yeah? I’ve seen them in concert a bunch of times. They’re probably my favorite band.”

He grunted as he lifted what appeared to be the heaviest box and started walking inside. “No doubt. They’re one of mine too, although I think 311 takes the cake for me.”

How I was swooning.

After we unloaded the last few boxes and the few bags escort bursa of clothes he brought, he sighed and looked around his cluttered room with triumph. “Alright. That’s enough for now. How’s a beer sound?”

“You just read my mind,” I laughed.

“Good. I have a six-pack in the truck that I’d have been embarrassed to drink alone.”

I cracked a smile from ear to ear, and he literally jogged to the parking lot to get his beer. I smiled all the way to the living room, where I threw myself on the couch with legs apart and tossed his key onto the coffee table. He returned and sat next to me, grabbing it and handing me a bottle.

Tossing it gently up and down in his hand thoughtfully, Jamie gave an encouraging glance toward my beer and then toward my mouth. Amuse, I obliged and took a swig. “I’ve been thinking . . .” I trailed off. “I probably should have said this before in case it made you uncomfortable, but I am gay.”

“What’s the news?” he asked, popping off the lid to his bottle.

“What?”

“What’s the big deal? Did I need to know because it effected my rent?”

“Well, no—”

“Then take it easy,” he winked. “Doesn’t make a difference to me.”

“Oh,” I grinned, somewhat embarrassed that I felt the need to announce my sexuality. “Never mind then.”

He shot up from his seat and kneeled down in front of the TV. “Want to play some Xbox? I see you have Splinter Cell. I’ve never played the co-op campaign mode. If you’re up for it.” He looked back at me awaiting my answer, game case already open with the disc ready to be put into the console.

“You’re on.”

The rest of that night went well. We played video games with the music on and, by the end of the night, the table was littered with empty bottles of beer. Having put off setting up his bed, he slept on the mattress on the floor his room and I carried myself to bed. That night I stared up at the ceiling smiling with sore cheeks. I couldn’t stop thinking about the day I had, which was no doubt a simple one. It’s not like we locked eyes, or like his touch lingered too long. Nothing like that at all. Still, like a school boy, I daydreamed of him. His smell, his voice, his smile. It’d been years since I felt that familiar somersault in my stomach, the pricking of hairs on the back of my neck, or the anticipation of seeing him again the next day.

This little crush of mine wasn’t life altering by any means. I’d had crushes on guys before, some gay and some straight. It was nothing out of the ordinary. Still, a new crush is always an exciting experience, especially when it forms so quickly. And indeed, it did—it only took a half a day.

Carson, you are playing a dangerous game.

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Hope you guys like it. It’s a little short, only because I didn’t want to put too much effort into making it long if no one ends up enjoying it and wanting to read more. Let me know what you think, and feel free to share tips and critiques on where I need improvement.

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It had been such a long day for Tessa. First, she overslept and was almost late to work. Of course her boss, a. k. a “The Total Bitch From Hell Almighty” was waiting at her desk when she got there, already prepared to ream her out and decide to treat her like she had been for the rest of the day anyway. Next, everything she attempted to do took twice as long as it should have, and the barrage of phone calls she suffered as a result would have tried a monk’s patience. Finally, she ended up caught in the mother of all traffic jam on the drive home, the kind that made her seriously leaving the fucking scrapheap she called a car by the side of the road and just walking home; the piece of shit almost overheated anyway.

And the icing on her cake, the thing that really made her want to ram her head into a wall, was the call from Sara. The only thing that had kept her sane all day was the fact that Sara was coming home tonight; so of course, just as she was preparing to join what would soon be a shitstorm of an evening commute, Sara rings her to tell her that she was snowed in in Detroit and wouldn’t be able to get home until tomorrow morning at the earliest.

Son of a bitch, she thought pulling into her space in front of the apartment. Isn’t 3 weeks long enough to sleep alone?

Throwing her keys on the table next to the door, she decided a bubble bath is just what she needed to unwind – that and a bottle of scotch! Stripping off her clothes as she walked through the house, she grabbed her favorite CD of disco songs on her way to the bathroom. Sara hated it, but she’d been stupid enough to get herself snowed in after being away for so long so Tessa decided to treat herself.

Speaking of treats, she decided that the perfect thing to go with the steaming bath and soothing bubbles wasn’t scotch but ice cream. She looked at herself in the freestanding mirror and wrinkled her nose. She looked like a school teacher with her long dark hair piled on top of her head. She was full figured, maybe a little more buxom than a lot of women, with dimples in her thighs and behind her knees that creased deeply when she exerted herself. She cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples, sighing as the blood rushed into them and made them swell seductively.

“Fuck Sara,” she grumbled as she padded into the kitchen.

Her breasts swayed heavily and her thighs brushed against each bursa escort other, sending little sparks through her and pushing her irritation out of her mind momentarily. Opening the freezer, she felt her nipples stiffen even harder when the cold air hit them, making her sigh again.

After rummaging around for a few moments she located the carton she’d been searching for, a decadent pint of ice cream with rich swirls of caramel laced throughout. She looked down at her generous hips and reconsidered; Fuck it, she’d earned a little bit of pleasure after the day she’d had.

Back in the bathroom, she sank down into the water, feeling it flow warmly across her skin, caressing her in unseen places. She scooped out a huge mound and practically inhaled it, relishing the first creamy sweet bite.

The combination of fragrant bath oils and sweet ice cream had an oddly erotic effect on her. She closed her eyes, a satisfied smile spreading across her lips, and settled deeper into the tub, the discordant falsetto of “Staying Alive” carrying her to a happier place. Her muscles began slowly unknotting and she the carton slipped from her grasp, falling to the tiled floor with a mushy splat.

She jolted upright, her first thought that Sara was going to have a cow about the mess. Then she remembered that Sara wouldn’t be home tonight and she fell back, dejected. Naturally, the more she tried to push Sara and her disappointment out of her mind, the more she thought about her.

Just saying her name out loud made Tessa happy. They had known each other for five years, but had only been lovers for the last two. Sara was the taller and the thinner of the two, with strawberry blonde hair and hazel eyes. She had a sprinkling of freckles across the bridge of her nose, but the rest of her skin was creamy white.

Thinking about Sara made Tessa’s body start tingling. She cupped her breasts, squeezing them and pulling on her nipples, twisting and making them hard. Reaching under the water she flicked her finger against her clit and shuddered. The pressure was becoming unbearable and Tessa soon gave in to the demands of her body. Slowly she rubbed her throbbing clit, before shoving two fingers inside her steaming pussy.

Oblivious to anything other than the sensations flooding through her body, she never heard Sara lean against the door jamb. She stripped silently and slipped bursa escort bayan a finger between her legs, fighting the urge to interrupt before Tessa reached the climax that Sara sensed was near.

Placing her feet on either side of the tub, Tessa let out a little squeal as her fingers curled repeatedly against her g-spot, drilling deeper. With her free hand she pinched and pulled her nipples, wishing it was Sara’s teeth instead.

She was almost there, the orgasm just beginning to cloud her brain, when a sixth sense alerted her to another presence. Jerking upright and snatching her fingers out, she wailed with fear and frustration, trying to focus on the intruder.

Shock spread through her as she realized it was Sara. Wordlessly, Sara hurried over and dropped to her knees, easing Tessa back down in the tub. She jammed one hand between Tessa’s legs, working two fingers inside and started roughly finger fucking her. To help matters along, she pressed her thumb against Tessa’s swollen clit, driving her right over the edge. Tessa’s eyes rolled back in her head as her body thrashed around and she screamed aloud, her body exploding in successive waves of sensation.

When the intensity subsided, she opened her eyes and launched herself at her lover, laughing. She caught Sara in a rolling tackle, ignoring the water splashing and the coolness of the floor on her warm skin, kissing her lover full on the lips.

“God, I missed you so much, Sara,” Tessa moaned, her hands frantically roaming all over Sara’s body.

All the pent up frustration of the day, combined with the glorious afterglow of her orgasm and the joy of Sara arriving home unexpectedly pushed her previous state of arousal to fever pitch. Grinding her body against Sara’s, fisting her hands in her hair and thrusting her tongue in and out of her mouth, she wasn’t even aware of the little mewling sounds she was making.

Sara grabbed Tessa’s bare ass, squeezing it almost painfully as they writhed together on the floor; it almost looked like some epic battle, a life and death struggle. Each tried to gain dominance over the other, but neither could get in the proper position. They crashed into the vanity, knocking brushes and bottles to the floor, but neither noticed.

“It’s ok” Sara cooed over and over again, sensing her partner’s urgency.

Tessa kissed and licked her way down escort bursa Sara’s neck, almost biting, sliding off to the side and clamping her lips down on Sara’s hard nipple. Hearing the gasp of half pain half pleasure spurred her on. She licked and suckled, making the nipple harder and turn an angry red. Still not satisfied, she moved down until she could bury her face in Sara’s cunt, plunging her tongue deep and lapping up the juices, flicking up against her clit.

Sara groaned and grabbed Tessa’s head forcing her face deeper in her pussy, grinding her hips up and down. Without warning she came, screaming out Tessa’s name, as her juices flooded into Tessa’s welcoming mouth.

Not bothering to pause, Tessa slid her fingers into Sara’s pussy, pulling them slowly out and pushing them back in forcefully. She continued to lick around Sara’s clit, pumping her fingers in and out as Sara moaned.

Eventually, Sara was able to twist around so she could lap at Tessa’s thighs. Wiggling and squirming, they ended up in the classic 69 with Sara on top. She spread Tessa’s lips wide, stopping to stare at the beautiful pink aroused flesh, before lowering her head and sucking at the moisture forming.

Suddenly she felt something different pressing into her pussy. Tensing, she turned and saw that Tessa had retrieved a brush that had fallen and was using it as a makeshift dildo.

“Oh damn girl!” Sara cried out as the brush buried deeper.

Sara plunged her thumb into Tessa’s sopping wet pussy, coating it with her slippery juices, before sliding it out and pressing it into Tessa’s ass without preamble. Tessa cried out, squirming to try to get away, but Sara was relentless, pushing her thumb in as far as it would go.

The tongue on Tessa’s swollen clit, flicking it roughly, was driving her toward a second orgasm, but she wanted to take Sara with her. She started fucking Sara with the brush harder, pushing it deep and twirling it around before sliding it almost out and back in again.

“Now, Sara! Come with me now!” Tessa begged as she felt her body start to tremble.

Tessa licked and sucked on Sara’s clit just like Sara was doing to her, the brush punishing her pussy. Sara moaned into Tessa’s pussy, shoving her tongue in. She tensed and felt the pleasure start deep down inside her. She could do nothing but hold on as Tessa cried out also, her pussy filling with juices. Together they held on as their orgasms overtook them. They lay there for a long while, until it dawned on Sara that they were sprawled on their bathroom floor. Smiling and laughing, she sat up.

“Honey, I’m home!”

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It was New Year’s eve; 31st December is cold in New Delhi, India but if you know the right people – and sometimes even if you don’t – it can be a wild and fun evening. But for me it wasn’t. It was cold alright, but I sat alone in the company guesthouse – a three bedroom sprawl in one of the city’s upscale localities – drinking dark rum mixed with warm water flavoured with some delicate spices. For company, I had Vince Gill singing his lonesome “When I Call Your Name”. With every sip of the warm beverage I seemed to sink lower into the emotional hole I had gotten myself into.

I rushed home from work like I always do

I spend my whole day just thinking of you

When I walked through the front door my whole life was changed

Cause nobody answered when I called your name

Trying to shake off the melancholy and gloom that seemed so all pervasive, I stood up from the warm comfort of a recliner chair and walked to the glass wall that separated the heated interiors with the chilly terrace garden. Although a light mist had descended across the city, I could see the brightly lit streets and neon coloured signs across this part of the city. The inviting glow of New Delhi’s first luxury hotel 40 years ago was barely a hundred metres ahead and I thought maybe I could walk across and spend some time at the bar there. But the mood didn’t quite favour company at the moment.

Instead, I slid aside the glass door and stepped out on to the terrace. It was close to freezing temperature and all I had on was a tracksuit top and a pair of faded denims that had been worn thin on account of innumerable wash and dry cycles in the washing machine. My feet were bare as I walked across the terrace and stopped at the edge,the parapet against my thighs. From here, I could see further out across a golf course, twinkling lights in the distance. A gentle breeze fanned across my face, chilling my blood to near zero. I had a fleeting but crazy thought about gliding down from my perch like I had seen peacocks do so often in the mornings across the golf greens ahead. I lingered in the biting cold for about five minutes before I could take it no longer; then walked back to the warmth of the apartment before the crazy thoughts drove me to some insane action.

Sliding the door open, I walked in to the welcoming comfort of the living room. Vince Gill was winding up his number.

Oh the lonely sound of my voice calling

Is driving me insane

And just like rain the tears keep falling

Nobody answers when I call your name

There was a grave somberness that coloured my mood, the rum only deepening it to a blinding darkness. I took my empty tumbler and walked across the room to the bar. Pouring myself a stiff tot of the fantastic Indian Old Monk rum, I added the mix from a saucepan on which I had boiled water with cloves, cinnamon and cardamom. As a thin finger of steam wafted up from the mug, it condensed on the bar mirror in front of me. Instinctively, I raised a had to dry wipe it and saw myself staring back from the glass.

I hadn’t shaved for a few days because of the holidays and not going in for work; a dark shadow of blue-grey stubble seemed pasted on my face. I felt the rough bristle as I ran a palm across my chin and jaws. My hair was longer than I normally leave it, which is fairly long in any case, but it seemed somewhat unruly as the dark curls made an untidy frame for my face. I stared into my eyes, wondering if I could call them pools of darkness like the romantic novelists do, but decided that wasn’t a fitting description. I took a step back from the mirror, wanting to distance myself from the dismal somberness of the situation, and stared at myself again, this time mug of rum in hand. At 6’0″ I was a little taller than the average; there was now a little excess weight across my middle, but otherwise I looked in good shape. Physically, on the exterior, that is.

I took a large sip of rum and turned around to walk back to my recliner. As the warmth burned its way down my gullet, I felt unsurprisingly sad. The occasional firework that lit up the darkness outside the glass wall reminded me of the festive jolly season outside; my own state of lowness constantly trying to dampen further my spirits. I pulled the lever up on the recliner so that my legs rested horizontally on the cushioned extension. As another country singer crooned on the audio system, I followed the words and allowed my remaining consciousness to flow along. It was a cover version of the Dreamgirls’ “When I First Saw You”.

I needed a dream to make me strong

You are the only reason I had to go on

I live in Europe and I speak English, Spanish and French. I’ve been visiting India for a little over nine years, making at least four trips annually – sometimes more. Unfortunately I have not been able to pick up the language here, my Hindi vocabulary being limited to what I find the most useful 100 words. I work for a global engineering bursa escort bayan firm based in Europe and have grown professionally in that organisation. My international career with them began about ten years ago, and since then I have traveled all over Asia. For the last four years, I have an operational base in New Delhi which I use as a hub for my fairly large geographical coverage. During my visits here, I usually spend four to six weeks during which I need to travel frequently to various destinations for short two-day visits across the continent.

I have a small office in that luxury hotel two blocks down that the company contracted to keep for five years, and I’ve recently renewed the contract for another five. Its staffed with more technology than people although we do have a small complement of administrative personnel. The technical people we hire in India – as in Thailand, Malaysia, Sri Lanka, Vietnam, Japan and South Korea – are all housed in large offices situated in industrial zones earmarked for engineering and construction firms. In all cities where we have corporate offices, the company has rented on long term leases accommodation of visiting management and technical specialists that fly in from Europe whenever contractual assignments demand. The house I live in is the exception; it is exclusively for my residential purposes when I visit. Although I spend only about 60-70 nights a year in it, our financial gurus at headquarters feel it is far more economical than my staying in a hotel. I have no complaints.

And yes; sorry I forgot – my name is Hjjer. That’s what everybody calls me in the company and in the limited friends circle I have. It’s pronounced Hyair. My staff call me either Sir or Sahib.

Supporting me in this house is a driver – his name is Bahadur – and a maid. Her name is Sunita. Both live relatively close by. Bahadur arrives at 6:00 every morning on his Honda 250 cc bike and Sunita pretty much runs the house. Ran it. I have no idea where she stays but it seems to me she lives here. Lived. Irrespective of what my travel or stay plans are, she’s always there when I wake up and she’s always there when I go to bed. Was. Bahadur is always with me when I’m on the road – in the city or outside. Nowadays he drives me around in a Porsche Panamera when we’re in town and a Cayenne Turbo when we need to go within a 1000km radius around Delhi. Cool wheels, both of them.

When I first got here almost ten years ago, it was the month of March. The city was experiencing some very pleasant weather after the winter. I enjoyed that very much, being innocently clueless about the impending Indian summer whose onset was hardly a couple of months away. I landed at Indira Gandhi International Airport very late at night on an Air France flight from Paris, but well rested in the business class cabin for what must have been about a 12-hours flight. Immigration and baggage formalities took as long as they usually do at international airports; nothing new there. When I walked through the exit gate, I read my name and saw the company’s logo on a placard being held up by a smartly liveried chauffeur whom I walked up to. Introductions done – I didn’t catch his name – I was told to wait by the curbside with my luggage while the vehicle was fetched. Four minutes later I saw a huge box-on-wheels SUV roar up to me, braking to a sudden halt, and spewing out my driver all in what seemed like a fraction of a second. I later discovered it was aptly called a Sumo.

An uneventful 45 minute drive later we arrived at the hotel – the same one I can now see from my terrace. This was my first visit to India, in fact to Asia. In the busy environment of the airport, my focus was on the various formalities and chores as a result of which I hadn’t really noticed or absorbed anything. The drive through relatively dark and empty roads didn’t make much of an impression either. But here, in the elegant surrounding of Delhi’s No.1 luxury hotel, I felt a comfortable smile playing on my lips. The decor, the lighting, the ambiance all gelled perfectly to exude a feeling of distinguished well-being. And the beauty of the women behind the reception counter was quite intoxicating. I suddenly realised, while checking in, that I had heard so much of the fragile Indian beauty of its women – and here I was, experiencing that first hand. At least the urban version. That first sight and the feelings that accompanied the experience,has stayed with me all these years. It is not something I am able to describe or articulate well but in my heart and mind, it was momentous.

They spoke politely of course, but gently as well – almost like a classical damsel whispering into her lover’s ear. Dressed elegantly in the Indian saree wrapped around the waist, with the loose end of the drape neatly over the shoulder, baring about a three-inch swathe of the midriff. The top was a perfectly fitted blouse that caressed the curves of their bosom, a modest neckline and sleeves that covered nilüfer escort half the arms. The colour combination was dark midnight blue with thick red and gold borders. I fell in love with the ethereal concept that is Indian woman.

I took the elevator up to my room on the club floors; in fact I was escorted up by one of the young ladies but was completely tongue-tied and unable to make any worthwhile conversation while she tried her absolute best to engage me. Her name was Anita, I still remember. Of course, I stayed at the hotel for almost 100 nights in that first year so I ultimately got to know all their names. But Anita was the first. She was the first Indian woman I met.

We got to my suite, Anita explained everything about it to me, told me to call her if I needed anything (I wondered, but gave up that line of thought!), wished me a pleasant night – what was left of it – and left. I was in a swoon. I was 30 years old then, not married, no serious relationship back home, a maybe girlfriend who was more excited about my being in India so she could visit than sorry that I had left, and a huge professional responsibility ahead. After Anita left the room, I couldn’t stop thinking of her and picturing her in my mind. I felt stupid at my inability to have sustained any kind of conversation with her. But the five minutes I had spent with her at the front desk, and briefly in the elevator, were moments etched in my brain.

I sat down on the bed and stared into oblivion, day-dreaming of this first Indian woman I had ever laid eyes on. Her perfectly featured young face, framed neatly in jet black hair that draped her neck and ran down to her hips. The rounded bosom demurely covered by the silken cloth of her saree. The smooth light brown skin of her midriff, a deep navel so enticingly winking every time I caught a surreptitious glance of it. The saree neat and tight over the swell of her hips and thighs, before flaring into a full flow down to her delicate looking ankles. Her sweet toes with their painted toenails peeking out occasionally from under the hem of the saree. I could almost feel my hands running over these contours as I pictured every inch of her in excruciating detail.

I leaned back against the headrest and let my imagination run a little wild. I wondered if it would ever be possible for me to make love to this woman. I knew that hotel personnel tended to avoid fraternising with guests but that didn’t stop me from picturing Anita in my room. In the silence of the night and with lights dimmed, I thought of how tasteful a kiss on her lips would be as her body pressed against mine. I thought of the drape of her saree falling off her shoulder and seeing how the close fitting blouse would enhance the roundness of her breasts. Maybe, with the first electric touch, her nipples would swell – I wondered if they were brown or pink…

There was a quiet knock on my hotel door. My baggage arrived and was laid out in various corners of the suite as I directed; then there was silence peace and quiet. Even my heart took a breather. I drew aside the drapes but a sudden tiredness overtook me so I lay down on the bed without getting undressed, not even removing my shoes. And I was out like a light moments after my head hit the pillow.

Three hours later I awoke just as suddenly as I had fallen asleep. There was the faintest hue of dawn as I looked out of the large windows that overlooked a wonderful display of greenery stretching out into the distance. Between the trees I could just about make out flat green that looked like a golf course. I got off the bed and realised I still had my shoes on. Kicking them off and stripping out of my clothes, I went into the bathroom and had a revivingly cold shower, brushed my teeth and slipped into one of the hotel dressing gowns.

After getting myself a cup of coffee from the machine in the suite, I walked into the living room to draw the curtains and let in the gradually increasing daylight. On the work desk was a large company folder along with some additional files. Also, there was a Blackberry devise and another cell phone, a laptop computer and charger for all gadgets. Clearly, I was expected to hit the road running. I was here as a Deputy Manager, reporting to a regional head based in Kuala Lumpur. I knew my day had started when I heard the mobile phone ring. I had arrived at my new assignment. India.

Before my arrival here, a start-up team had been sent in from Malaysia to organise the essentials of setting up an India office for the company. By the time I got in, administrative staff had been hired, an office was taken on lease in the hotel where I was staying, transport vehicles had been purchased, communications networks and other basic infrastructure had been taken care of.

In less than a week of my joining, I found myself in the same vehicle and with the same driver that had collected me from the airport. He told me his name was Bahadur, that he türbanlı escort was my driver, and that he had been hired two months ago and had been awaiting my arrival ever since. He lived in Delhi not too far from the hotel, but his home and his family lived in a village some 400 kilometers north of Delhi, somewhere in the foothills of the Himalayas. In fact, the area we were visiting today, and for the next three days, would take him past his village.

The company was on the verge of reaching an agreement with a local corporation that would see us working on a series of projects involving the construction of small bridges and dams in the upper reaches of some of the rivers that flowed from the Himalayan glaciers into the mighty Ganges. They had, to my ear, exotic sounding names like Mandakini and Alaknanda and Vasukiganga. They went through and into towns like Rudraprayag and Devaprayag and on into Rishikesh and Haridwar. Most of these were of major religious significance for those who followed the Hindu faith. Some of these towns we drove through; others I read on the road signs. And the entire experience was astoundingly uplifting. The people, the towns, the rivers. I hadn’t yet met government officials and the bureaucracy but that was something I encountered soon enough. Now, ten years later, I am a wiser man.

Bahadur and I stayed three nights in various corporate or government “guest houses”, and I spent the days either meeting people or doing preliminary surveys. It was now late March but the hills were still chilly in the nights, although the days were comfortably pleasant. On the fourth day we started back for Delhi; I was really looking forward to the comfort of my hotel room after this grueling trip over uneven roads and often through dirt terrain. There was a weekend coming up so I would have time to recover. Bahadur had asked me the previous evening if we could stop for about an hour at a point on the highway from where he would take a brief sojourn into his village. I had agreed, so we decided to leave as early as possible so as to accommodate the stop for his village.

We left Devaprayag at 7:30 in the morning, driving downriver towards Rishikesh which was about 75 kilometers on the national highway (NH 58 I think). To our left was the river which I could spot every time the hillsides didn’t obstruct my view. About an hour’s drive downhill, Bahadur pulled over to the right side of the road at a small shack which functioned as a tea stall, or maybe even a breakfast halt, for bus and truck drivers. Since I have dark hair and am not as fair complexioned as most Europeans, I didn’t attract the kind of attention that another westerner may have done. Bahadur apologised and thanked me simultaneously like he had done almost twenty times since I had agreed to accommodate his request the previous evening. “I go quickly Sir, then I come soon. Very sorry. Thank you very much Sir”. And with that, he was off, leaving me behind in the Sumo as the sun began to climb over the mountains.

I got out of the car, locked it and decided to wander off the road for a bit. On the right side of the road was the tea stall, to the left (facing downhill) was forested hillsides. I walked back upriver for about ten minutes till I saw the semblance of a dirt track going uphill. Leaving the road behind and forging my way ahead, the spirit of adventure still ripe in the first ten days of my arrival in India,I began to walk into the forest. It was quiet after a while, the noises from the highway very faint. After about another ten minutes I crested the hill and saw the lovely river about 40 feet below. It was a steep drop but didn’t look particularly dangerous. Between me and the river, the trees grew fairly thick, but they were deciduous trees with pine needles carpeting the forest floor. I used the trees and their branches as handholds to descend towards the river.

It took me only a few minutes to walk all the way down where a flat ledge stretched in both directions along the water’s edge. Below the ledge was just a five-foot drop to the gushing river. I could see its pretty rough torrent and eddies along the bank and had an uninterrupted view upriver, downriver and across to the other bank. Not another soul in sight and only the sound of the water for company. I sat down on the ledge with my back against a pine tree, lit a cigarette and gave myself to the peace and beauty of my environs.

I must have been sitting there for a quarter of an hour when I thought I heard human voices filtering through the noise of the waters; high pitched female voices. But when I tried to listen more attentively, I didn’t hear anything again. Intrigued, and a little inquisitive, I got up and walked along the ledge in the direction from which I thought the sound of voices had come. About 50 metres on I was surprised to see a small inlet in the side of the forested hill, creating a sort of lagoon about the size of an Olympic swimming pool. All around the land bound sides of the lagoon was the same forest that I had walked through. There was no ledge like the one I had been sitting on; instead the riverbank looked almost like a narrow sea beach. While I was looking at this absolutely idyllic spot, I heard the voice again.

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I could feel his hardness sliding into me, slowly widening my hole, until I felt his balls against my ass. His head rubbed the walls of my canal as it slid up it, sending a wave of erotic pleasure throughout my whole body. My head was lowered into the pillow and I groaned into it as he slowly slid back down my canal. As he thrust himself back fully into me, I was propelled forward, throwing my ass higher into the air. He didn’t stop this time but started to slowly pump his hard, thick cock in and out of my ass, only stopping long enough to feel his head just inside me.

His thrusts grew in their intensity and sped up as he fucked me harder and harder, the first one to ever take me in the ass. I could hear his ragged breath as he pumped in and out and I groaned every time he hit the end of my canal. I felt a drop of sweat hit my back and I could tell he was working very hard. His grunt told me that he was enjoying himself and what he was doing to me, was overwhelming my every thought. I felt his hands holding onto my hips tightly as he plunged into me with a force that sent me over the edge. I groaned over and over, feeling his head twitching and knew I would soon feel his hot come, deep inside me.

I suddenly sat up in bed, the sweat pouring off me. I blinked and looked around, trying to remember where I was. I realized that it was only a dream and I slowly sank back into the warm covers. I closed my eyes, wanting to relive the pleasure I had felt during my dream but I couldn’t find the way back into it. After rolling around for a few minutes, I got up and looked out the window. I lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply as I tried to relax. I just stared out the window, not seeing anything.

I could feel the sweat on my body, in my hair and on my legs. I was getting cold but that didn’t seem to matter as I continued staring out the window. I suddenly realized that my cock was hard so I reached down and started to rub it as I stood, unabashedly, in front of the window, not caring if anyone saw me or saw what I was doing. I had never felt so hot before and I was almost in a trance as I stood, rubbing myself out in the open.

I suddenly noticed a movement on the street below. A man was walking towards me, huddled against the wind, trying to keep warm. Without a thought, I didn’t move and watched him get closer and closer, all the time, wondering if he would look up and see me. As he came closer, I rubbed myself faster and faster. I could feel the tingle in my balls as he walked past my window. Suddenly, I erupted and my come splashed against the pane, sliding down it in an obscene shape. I had closed my eyes when I started coming and when I opened them, the man was standing watching me, a big smile on his face.

I realized where I was and what I was doing and turned away from the window quickly. How could I openly stand naked in front of a window and come all over the glass while watching another man walk down the street. I had never before, had any thoughts about men and now I was showing one my cock and letting him watch me come, at least I hoped he had watched. After a few minutes, I looked outside again and found the man standing, looking up at my window, his smile still on his face. He had seen me, and it seemed like he had enjoyed what he had watched. I couldn’t help but grin to myself as I looked down at him, watching him closely.

Finally, after a few more minutes, he started down the street. Before he did though, he gave me a little wave that I took as a thank you for the show. I watched him disappear into the darkness and wondered what he could be thinking.

The next day, in the market, I noticed a man smiling at me from across the aisle. I had never seen him before and I didn’t know what he would be smiling at me for. I kept shopping and when I got to the register, he was standing there, waiting in line. He saw me approach and the smile returned to his face as his eyes washed over me, sending a funny feeling throughout my whole body. I tried to avert my attention from him as if I hadn’t seen him but I couldn’t. I smiled back at him finally and waited just behind him to get through the register. My heart was pounding in my chest and I could feel myself getting hot, sweat slowly starting to run down my sides and between my legs.

He suddenly turned around and with the smile still on his face, nodded at me.

“Hi.”

“Hey,” I answered back, not knowing what else to say.

“How are you?” he asked.

“Fine.”

As I looked at his face, I tried to think of where and if I had ever seen him before. While I was thinking about it, he interrupted my thoughts.

“Saw you the other night,” he said.

“Oh?”

“Don’t you remember?” he asked.

“No, I’m sorry, I don’t,” I replied, starting to unload my groceries onto the counter.

“In your window,” he said.

I hesitated as he continued.

“I saw you in your window the other night. I was the guy walking down the street.”

I could feel the heat on my face as it started to turn redder and redder. I looked up bursa evi olan escort and he was still smiling at me.

“I’m glad to see you. I wanted to thank you for the show you put on. You looked so hot standing in the window, your cock so hard and your come spraying all over the window. I had trouble walking the rest of the way home, I was so hard after watching you come.”

What could I say? Here was the guy who had watched me show him my cock and he enjoyed it. I felt a tingle in my balls as I stood, my face redder than red, looking at this man, whom I didn’t know, telling me that he had enjoyed watching me come.

I felt like my world had come to a stop as we stood there, him smiling at me and me, my face the color of crimson, not knowing what, if anything, to say. I had been caught and now I didn’t know what to do, accept the fact or try to toss it off as if nothing happened.

“It’s all right, you know,” he said. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have someone watch me as I come and because, I’ve thought about doing it many times, I was pleasantly and erotically surprised when I saw you doing it. In fact, just thinking about it, my cock is starting to become a problem.”

He laughed as I looked down at his pants, a bulge starting to grow in them as we continued standing in line. Just then, the cashier started putting his things through and he moved down the line, all the time watching me and smiling at me. I didn’t know where to look so I kept my eyes on him and watched as he paid for his things and started to collect them. As he picked up his bags, he turned to me again.

“Maybe, we’ll see each other again,” he said.

“Maybe,” I blurted out.

I watched him disappear out of the store as the cashier rang through my purchases. As I stood there, my cock was rising even more and I knew I was going to have a hard time, walking the few blocks back home in this condition. With shaky legs, I gathered up my bags and walked unsteadily, out of the store, hoping that no one was watching me or noticing the bulge in my pants.

After finally getting home and putting my things away, I went straight up to my bedroom. I quickly peeled my clothes off and walked over to the window. I looked out through the sheer curtains and didn’t see anyone. I felt a pang of disappointment but stayed in place. I reached down and felt my hard cock, rubbing my hands slowly up and down my length, hoping someone would come along and see me. I closed my eyes as I felt my balls starting to tighten and suddenly, I was coming, spewing out hot come onto the window again. When I opened my eyes, I watched it’s hideous journey as it slid slowly down the glass, pooling on the sill at the bottom.

I looked out the window and saw a figure standing just out of the light. I tried to see his face but couldn’t, the shadows hiding him completely. They I noticed his body was moving slightly and his arm was jerking back and forth as he looked up at my window.

He moved a little into the light, as if he wanted me to see him and I saw his hard cock in his hand. He was pumping up and down its length fast and I could see the pleasure on his face as he continued looking at me. He suddenly jerked and I saw his eyes close as he came, right there in the street. I couldn’t see his come spurting out of his now softening cock but I imagined I could hear his groans of pleasure.

I watched him clean himself up a little and then he looked up at my window again, his face aglow in the moonlight, with a smile. Here we were, two grown men, showing off for each other, coming in front of each other and enjoying the feeling of being watched. He again, gave me a little wave and I watched him disappear down the street, my mind a jumble of thoughts. I didn’t sleep very much that night and since the next day was Saturday, I slept in until about ten in the morning.

After having a quick breakfast, I headed out, wanting to get out in the warm sun. I went to my usual spot, where I could sit and watch people as they walked past and enjoy the surroundings. I sat there for a long time before I suddenly realized that I wasn’t alone. I looked behind me and there he was, standing just out of sight of anyone else, looking at me, a smile on his face. When he saw me looking at him, he started towards me. He wasn’t alone though, there was a young girl with him. I watched them approach and he sat down beside me.

“Hi,” he said quickly. “Saw you sitting here and wanted to come over to say hello.”

“Well, I’m glad you did,” I replied, looking at him then the young girl with him.

“My name is Scott and this is my daughter, Jan,” he said, motioning towards the girl.

“Joe,” I replied, taking his outstretched hand. “Nice to finally know your name.”

We didn’t say anything for a minute, then I turned to him.

“Was that you the other?” I started but he stopped me.

“Yes,” he said quickly.

I smiled at him and it was his turn for his face to turn red. He looked down at the ground and I could feel altıparmak escort the tingle in my balls again as I watched him. He suddenly looked up.

“Listen, we were just going for a walk. Would you like to join us?”

“Yeah, I’d like that,” I replied.

We all stood up and started walking down the path, talking and laughing as we went. Scott was beside me and his daughter walked on the other side of him. Every once in a while, his hand would brush against my leg, whether it was on purpose or not, I couldn’t tell but I didn’t say anything to discourage him. The further we walked, the bolder he got. Now he openly, placed his hand on my thigh and I felt him giving it a squeeze. I looked down and noticed the bulge in his pants and tried not to stare at it. It was hard not to look at him as I was getting hard at the same time, whether it was from his touch or from the thoughts that were running through my mind.

We had walked quite a distance when he suddenly stopped and turned towards me, his hand openly brushing against the bulge in my pants. Without a word, he smiled at me as he did it. I felt my cock straining against the cloth of my pants and I wanted him, in the worst way, to undo them and touch my bare cock. I looked up into his eyes, trying to let him know what I wanted but was interrupted by his daughter.

“Dad, I’m all walked out. Do you think we can go home now?” she asked.

“Sure honey. Maybe Joe would like to join us,” he said, raising his eyebrows as if asking me to come with them.

“I’d like that,” I quickly said as we started back the way we had come.

As we walked back to their place, we passed my house and I couldn’t help but look up at my window. Scott saw me and when I looked at him, he had a big grin on his face. I didn’t say anything, but I could feel the heat on my face as we continued on. Finally, we turned into a small courtyard and went through some iron gates.

“Here we are,” Scott said, holding the gate open for me.

I followed his daughter through the gates and into the house. I was ushered into a small den and told to make myself comfortable. After a few minutes, Scott came in and sat beside me while his daughter came in with a steaming cup of coffee. I took it from her with shaking hands and quickly took a sip, trying to hide my excitement. I watched her leave and wondered what she was thinking about me being there.

Scott looked around to make sure she had left the room before speaking. He leaned towards me.

“Yes, that was me, the other night. I just had to come down and watch you again. I was hoping that someday we would meet and I could tell you how excited watching you had made me.”

I just smiled at him and took another sip of coffee. He continued.

“I couldn’t help myself the other night. After watching you, I wanted you to see me. Don’t ask me why but I just had to show you my cock.”

I turned and put my cup down, turning back to him.

“You know, I didn’t get a very good look at your cock. It was too dark.”

His face lit up in a big smile. He watched me as I leaned towards him and started to undo his belt and zipper, pulling his pants apart, reaching in to grab his straining cock. He groaned softly when he felt my hand around him and his head went back against the couch, his eyes closed. I pulled the waistband of his shorts away from his skin and pulled him out into the open. He groaned again as I started rubbing up and down his length, feeling every ripple, every vein sticking out along him and then running my finger around his head and through his slit, gently wiping the precum that had gathered there, away. He opened his eyes and looked at me as I raised my finger to my mouth and sucked it into me, tasting him for the first time. I could see the excitement in his eyes as he watched me seductively, suck on my finger, moaning as I did.

I reached back down and wrapped my hand around him again, making him groan once more.

“Yes, that feels so good,” he said quietly. “Your hand feels so good around my cock.”

His eyes pleaded with me to do more as I started rubbing him, up and down his length, making him groan and moan softly, over and over again.

“Yes, keep going. That feels so good,” he said.

I leaned down and flicked my tongue out, touching his soft head. He jumped a little at my touch but bucked his hips up towards my open mouth. I, for the first time, took his cock into my mouth and closed my lips around it, feeling its heat and smoothness as he bucked his hips once more, sending it further into me. I reached out and gently grabbed his balls as I started to bob up and down him, sucking hard on his head.

“Oh fuck, that feels so good,” he said into my ear. “Keep sucking me. I want to come in your mouth.”

He started bucking his hips up and down in rhythm with my movements. My thoughts were not on anything but his cock as I continued sucking him as he pumped up and down, sending his hard cock to the back of my throat every time.

“Oh fuck, I think I’m coming,” he suddenly said.

I sucked harder and felt the first throes of come cross my tongue and trail down my throat. He groaned loudly as his cock spurted over and over again, sending rivers of hot, sweet tasting, come down my throat. I swallowed over and over again, not wanting to miss any of it and when he was finished, I slowly took him out of my mouth.

“Oh fuck, that felt good. I’ve never had my cock sucked by a man before,” he said.

I looked at him and smiled.

“That’s all right. I’ve never sucked a cock before,” I replied, making him smile.

We sat for a few minutes in silence as I could hear his breathing, starting to return to normal.

“What about you?” he asked. “Do you want me to suck your cock?”

I didn’t answer him right away. My mind was going a million miles an hour. Finally I looked at him.

“Well, I was thinking about something else.”

He looked at me inquisitively. I continued and told him about my dream. After I was finished, I could see him getting hard again.

“Are you asking me to fuck you in your ass?” he finally said, searching my face for the answer.

I just looked at him and said, “Yes.”

There was a moment of silence and neither of us moved. Then he was on his feet, stripping his clothes off as I stood and joined him, quickly shedding my clothes until we stood looking at each other, completely naked, our cocks pointing at one another. Without saying a word, I got down on the floor on my hands and knees. I heard him sink to the floor beside me.

“My hole needs to be wet enough to let you enter me,” I said.

He looked around frantically.

“What should I use?” he asked, finally looking back at me.

“Don’t you have anything we can use as a lubricant?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

“Well then, there’s always your tongue,” I said, wiggling my ass at him.

I turned and lowered my head to my arms while at the same time, raising my ass higher in the air, pointing it directly at him. I felt him move behind me and then his tongue snaked its way up my crack. I moaned at his touch and pushed back against his face. He started to lick up and down my crack stopping to push against my hole. He continued licking and sucking me then I felt his finger tracing along my crack, stopping to push against my hole. I pushed back and felt his finger enter me, splitting me open. I groaned as he slid it further up into me then stopped.

“Go ahead,” I said. “Finger fuck my ass.”

He started to thrust his finger in and out of me, sending waves of pain mixed with excitement though me.

“Yes, that’s it. Fuck my ass with your finger. Fuck it hard.”

That seemed to spur him on and he thrust quickly, in and out of me. Then, he put a second finger in me and after a few thrusts, a third. Now my ass hole was wide open as he fucked me with his three fingers. I can’t explain what I was feeling at that moment other than complete wanton lust. I wanted to feel his cock up my ass so I turned my head and looked at him.

“Fuck me. Fuck me now. I want our cock up my ass.”

I felt his fingers leave my hole and then his head pushing against me. I pushed back at him and his head popped into me, sending another wave of excitement through me.

“Yes, that’s it. Push your hard cock up my ass,” I pleaded as he slowly sank his length into me. “Oh fuck, that feels so good. Fuck me hard.”

I felt him raise himself up a little then start to withdraw his cock. He then thrust fully back up into me and started, slow and steadily, to thrust in and out of my ass.

“Fuck, your ass feels so tight around my cock,” he said, his breathing getting raspier and raspier.

I could feel his balls hit my skin every time he thrust fully up into me and he started to speed up a little.

“Yes, yes, yes. Fuck me hard,” I urged him on. “I want you to come in my ass.”

He really started to pound in and out of me now and I could hear our skin slap together every time his balls hit my ass. After a couple of more hard thrusts, I heard him hiss and grunt as his head twitched deep inside me. Suddenly, I had a warming sensation go through my bowels, as he came inside me, spewing his hot come deep up into my ass. I groaned and pushed back even harder against him, wanting him to fill my ass with his hot come.

“Yes,” I yelled out as I felt his head explode inside me. “Fill my ass with your hot come. Come inside me.”

He held himself against my ass as his cock spewed his come out, over and over again, washing the insides of my bowel with its stickiness. After a few minutes, I felt him slowly start to pull himself out of me and I slumped forward, essentially, pulling him out. I felt his come starting to run down my legs as he huffed and puffed behind me. I felt it run down onto my balls and then onto my straining cock. Just as it reached my head, I exploded, sending rivers of come, spewing out of me, covering the floor under me, splashing up against my skin.

I groaned once more than I felt his hand on my cock, pumping the last of my come out of it. He pumped me until I was finished coming, then let me go and I heard him grunt once more as we both tried to relax. After barely catching my breath, I rolled over and looked at him.

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Story description: A therapist transforms a mother into an incestuous cum whore.

***

Therapy of Dysfunction

The therapist listened to the mother’s incessant plea and then quietly held up a finger. It signified an attempt to shush the unrelenting babble. Swiveling in her chair, she turned to observe the unsettled young man.

“Andy, your eighteen and rightfully an adult. Regardless to your mother’s feelings on the matter, she has no legal standing to take part in your sessions. That is, unless you allow it. Do you truly wish her to be involved in your course of treatment? I only need a verbal agreement or in this case, a slight nod of your head.”

He timidly said, “I don’t think—”

The mother’s agitated voice dominated the reply. “Of course he agrees. I’m his mother. He maybe of legal age, but he’s still in school and lives in my house. As his parent, I’m still responsible for his wellbeing. I’ll always be a part of his life and I demand participation in his therapy. I’m appalled that I wasn’t consulted two weeks ago. After all, I’m paying the damn bill.”

The therapist quietly maintained an attentive eye on Andy. Her countenance was stern and meant to hide her thoughts. Without breaking her gaze, she reached over and pressed the button on the intercom. “Dear, will you be so kind as to bring a cup of tea for Mrs. Baker?”

Moments later, the blond receptionist entered the room and handed the mother a large cup.

The therapist said, “Mrs. Baker, drink up. You’ll find this special blend of herbs has a calming effect. It’s a recipe I’ve concocted and refined over many years. I often have a cup or two when I feel the need. It’s my belief that you’ll find it quite satisfying.”

The mother’s troubled expression relaxed and she said, “Oh, how thoughtful, I do love tea. Um, my goodness, your right, this is quite pleasant. You’ll need to tell me how I can get more of this.”

“No need, your son mentioned that you enjoyed tea. Knowing of your visit, I had it prepared just for you. I’ve boxed a small quantity, which should last a few days. I feel responsible for not notifying you sooner about your son. Consider it a small gift. Trust me, this unique blend will make a new woman of you.”

The therapist suddenly grinned and her eyes glinted with amusement. “It’s settled, you’re now part of your son’s therapy. It pleases me that he chose to involve you. Now that all grievances are resolved, I can freely discuss the matter at hand. Conventional medication and standard methods to treat his anxiety have failed. Nothing’s worked.”

The mother sedately said, “You’ve got to help him. Are there no alternatives?”

“I’m glad that you asked. Rest assured that there’s one option. I took the liberty, with his approval of course, to enroll him in an experimental drug trial. It’s intended for individuals with his particular affliction. With his participation, all fees and costs associated with his treatment are waved. There’s absolutely no expense to you. However, since it’s an untested drug, the company requires you to sign a nondisclosure agreement, medical forms, and paperwork that excludes the company from liability. Don’t worry, these are typical documents used for assessments such as these. In addition, I’m to monitor his treatment and render guidance when necessary. As his caregiver, you’re responsible to update me on his status or immediately if the medication adversely affects him.”

The concerned mother said, “What sort of side effects? Is it dangerous? I’m not sure that Andy needs—”

The therapist’s expression abruptly changed and she heatedly said, “Of course he needs to be a part of this trial! Did you not hear me? He’s already a participant—before your involvement. This is his only option. Do you understand? My reputation is on the line. I assure you, the drug is completely safe.”

The mother averted her eyes from the dreadful stare that studied her.

The outburst was unexpected and out of character for the woman that had been so stoically professional moments earlier. It was like she was being scolded. Why did she feel apprehensive to respond or argue her concerns more forcefully? It was unlike her.

Nervously, she sipped more of the delicious tea.

The uneasy mother said, “The side effects. You didn’t explain the side effects.”

Just as quickly, the therapist’s demeanor became composed. She said, “Oh—yes, of course. As stated earlier, the drug’s untested, but that’s not exactly true. The medication had preliminary lab tests with a number of subjects. Those patients experienced various effects, such as flushed appearance, mild memory loss, and on occasion, sleepwalking. I assure you, they’re simply minor inconveniences that disappear in a day or two. The likelihood of him experiencing any negative effects are extremely low. However, as instructed, you’re to notify me straightaway if you observe strange behavior or abnormalities that require attention, no matter how minor. I’ve an expectation bursa escort that you’ll be fully committed to helping with any incident that arises. Your fully devoted towards his treatment, are you not?”

“Of course, what type of mother do you think I am?”

“Then we’re in agreement.”

The therapist reached out and handed the mother a large box like device. It looked quite similar to an alarm clock. Like a timepiece designed with a snooze button, a single red elongated bar sat at the top. A speaker was imbedded into each side and a telescoping lens protruded from the front.

The confused mother replied, “What? Why are you giving me this? Whatever it is.”

“Don’t be alarmed. The apparatus is for remote medical analysis. It provides the capability to remotely monitor your son’s condition in the event of an extraordinary occurrence. It allows immediate voice communication between us. In overview, you simply press the red button. I’ll respond and provide guidance as we assess his medical need.”

“When does his treatment begin?” the mother questioned.

The therapist smiled. “It’s already begun. Here, take this. That bottle contains his medication. You’re to give him one pill at bedtime. I’m confident that by morning, he’ll feel refreshed and full of energy. It’s my hope that the medication will eliminate his anxiety.”

The mother said, “That’s it?”

“As for the pills, yes. However, I have a few more questions. In regards to your husband, Andy said that his father is a police officer. Does he work tonight?”

“Yes, he works every night, except Tuesday and Thursdays, but what does that have to do with my son’s treatment?”

“Absolutely nothing. I’m simply documenting the family structure and daily routine. This is strictly for analytical purposes to determine if other factors influence your son’s condition. Sometimes family environment can be a source of anxiety. To continue, Andy stated that he has an older sister. As recorded, she’s 22-years old and is currently away attending college. When’s she expected to return home for a visit?”

That specific question triggered a dramatic shift in the mother’s expression. She paled and a glint of worry locked her gaze. Her hand shook with a slight tremor.

She choked on her reply.

Her eyes shifted to her son’s befuddled stare.

The observant therapist watched with intense interest. “Mrs. Baker, did I say something inappropriate? What I asked seemed reasonable. It’s not a difficult question to answer.”

The mother turned her head towards the therapist and then said, “Why did you ask that question? I don’t understand what my daughter has to do with his treatment.”

“As stated, it’s for documentation. Please, answer the question.”

“It has no relevance to my son’s therapy. Perhaps she’ll return home for his graduation, if he passes the tests. We aren’t talking about my daughter, it’s Andy that needs help. I’m only agreeing to this ridiculous drug trial because there’s no other option and something needs to be done.”

“I apologize for overstepping. It wasn’t my intent. I guarantee, as long as you participate in his treatment, he’ll get better.”

“Why do you keep bringing this up? I’m his mother, it’s a given.”

The therapist gave a pleasant smile and then altered her glare from mother and son. She silently appraised them for a few moments and then said, “Then we’re done. Please check with my receptionist to sign the papers on your way out. Don’t forget the box of tea. If you need more, just let me know. Remember, contact me using the gadget if there’s a need. Please confirm that you understand the seriousness of my requirement.”

“Yes, I understand. I’ll follow your request.”

“I’m confident that you’ll do everything possible to help your son. I’ll see both of you soon.”

***

Recollections of Anguish

After the mom and son left, the petite receptionist strolled into the office and took a seat across from the therapist.

The blonde’s appearance was hawk-like and curious. “I don’t know why Vincent’s allowing you to toy with them. The husband’s the mark. Who put you in charge of this operation? Why is he keeping me in the dark?”

Her questions were unanswered as the therapist scribbled obsessively on a drawing. With an air of preoccupation, the woman’s tongue protruded from her mouth.

The receptionist was intrigued and leaned inward to peek at the crudely scribbled sketch. It depicted a family of four that were crudely drawn as stick figures. It was similar to something a child would draw. The father figure was drawn as a separate caricature from the other three. Those lines were dark and deeply pressed into the paper. Profound scratches formed a cavity where his genitals would be. In contrast, the son and daughter were lightly sketched and smiling. Both siblings held hands. Strangely, the mother was drawn on all fours with her rear in the air. There was a morbidity to the therapist’s escort bayan fixation.

The receptionist became impatient when the rotund woman gently rubbed a finger across the picture of the son. That behavior impressed upon her a sign of lunacy.

“What the fuck is going on!”

That eruption was enough to break the engrossed woman from her neurotic trance.

The therapist immediately stood and tore the picture in half. The ragged piece depicting the frowning man was discarded to the floor, while the other hand shook. Her head tilted upward to fix eyes with the blond. That sorrowful stare was watered and her downturned mouth quivered with emotion.

For a single moment, signified by five ticks of a clock, the plump woman remained silent and observant. Then with intent, she altered her demeanor and expressed it by slamming the tatty illustration facedown upon her desk.

She stood and angrily replied, “It’s not my place to educate you, but if you piss me off, I’ll teach. You’ll find my lessons hard. My agreement’s with Vincent and the boss. The family is part of my deal. I’m in charge because this job is personal and the payment owed to me is now due.”

“What the hell has he got us into?”

“Yes, ask your partner. Perhaps he’ll tell you, perhaps not. If he conveyed my story, you’ll understand my disposition. For now, your role is to pretend you’re a bimbo receptionist, so act stupid and stay out my business. Have no doubt, my enthusiasm at fulfilling the bargain is all consuming.”

It was then that the slim blond stood, put on her heavy framed glasses, and then gave the woman a chilling stare. Breathing as she had been trained, the tenseness of her form began to ease. Her deadly impulses needed restraint. Vincent would be displeased if she killed the fat psycho-therapist.

Swiftly, the young woman reached the door and turned towards the rotund woman. She uttered, “Bitch,” and then left the room.

The slamming of the door heralded the receptionist’s exit.

The phony therapist cracked a smile. Her anger had been faked, just like the role she now played. What she truly felt for the unruly young lady was pride.

She whispered to herself, “He’s done well. You’ve become a fine woman. I loathed to test you in that manner, but I had to know how you’d react.

She sighed. “You’re not yet ready. In this, Vincent’s failed you. The revelation of the truth may change your conduct towards this insufferable business, but you must be prepared to accept it.”

Snatching the rumpled paper from the desk with one hand, her weak heart began to pound. It caused her to swoon and she immediately grasped the edge of the desk to maintain her balance.

She glanced at the wall clock. Her facial grimace caused by the fluttering of her heart altered into a mischievous smile. “Soon,” she murmured.

She then began to retrospect in thought over the petite blond.

Opal, you have yet to learn manners. You should’ve been warned. I may have faked my anger, but I was annoyed by your insolence. No doubt, further lessons must be taught. Bah, not now, there’s simply no time to educate you. You’ll soon bark when it’s appropriate and ascertain the very definition of bitch. The boss’s caution to me be damn. He’ll be displeased most assuredly.

With an exhale of breath, her thoughts drifted to old memories. They came as a flood and were a kaleidoscope of all the injustices that defined her. They triggered emotion, which caused her to sob. These sensations were difficult to staunch. She wanted to feel them. They fueled her hate and fermented her determination to carry out the scheme.

I’ll keep my vow, sister. What was done to us is unforgivable and what was taken is irredeemable, but our tormentors will feel our pain. Our justice will be immeasurable and truly cruel. In this, my promise will be fulfilled.

Raising the roughly drawn picture to the light, she ran her finger along the lightly drawn figure of the smiling young man.

Her lips began to tremble. She shuffled backward and dropped heavily into a cushioned chair. A sorrowful wail escaped her and tears trickled from both eyes.

Once again, her gaze drifted to the clock. She whimpered, “Soon.”

***

Bad Medicine

Karen stepped from the shower as the phone rang. Wrapping herself with a towel, she hastily walked into the bedroom, grabbed the corded phone, and then sat on the bed.

She said, “Hello?”

“Karen?”

“Of course, who else could it be? Hi Rhonda. Whew, just stepped from the shower. Been a long day.”

“So, how was the appointment?”

“Don’t get me started. Andy’s been seeing a therapist for over two weeks without informing me. At least that woman instructed him to tell me. She had the gall to imply that I might be the cause of his anxiety. I should’ve been involved from the start.”

“Well, he’s an adult.”

“I don’t care how old he is. I’m still his mother. I can’t believe he agreed bursa escort to participate in some weird medical trial and didn’t ask for my permission. Get this, for him to participate, we had to sign stacks of paperwork that you need a law degree to read. It was absolutely ridiculous. I still don’t know what we signed or agreed to. Anyway, now that I’m home and not pressured by that insistent therapist, I see more clearly. I’ve decided to pull him out of that program.”

“You go girl.”

“You know, Rhonda, I didn’t like that therapist, but I have to admit, she makes a great cup of tea. I drank a few cups before stepping into the shower. It’s so flavorful, I couldn’t help myself. I have an idea. Why don’t you come over tomorrow, before work? We’ll sit, gossip, and drink a cup or two. It’s strange, but I feel euphoric and it relaxes me.”

“You have a deal. That’s a perfect time to talk. I have something on my mind that’s troubling me and we need to discuss it. Enough of that. How’s Andy doing?”

“After Jack went to work, I gave him the nightly dose. He got drowsy, so I sent him to bed. He has an important exam tomorrow so that’s one benefit at least.”

“Sounds like he need’s the sleep. I’ve never heard of anxiety suddenly popping up and affecting anyone like this. It’s just odd is all. I hate that he’s going through this.”

Karen felt a chill as the air shifted. It was like sensing mass existing in a space previously unoccupied. Cocking her head, she turned towards the disruption and then said, “I agree. He’s never experienced—”

“Karen? You there? What’s going on?”

A figure stood at the end of the bed.

Karen blathered out a distracted reply, “Ah—ah—ah, I need to go. Andy walked—can’t talk. Call—tomorrow.”

Without turning her eyes from the shadowy form, she haphazardly placed the receiver on the cradle. Rhonda’s response was cut off midsentence.

What she observed left her momentarily stunned.

“Andy?” she said.

He stood naked, his head pivoted her direction, but the stare was unfocused.

“Andy, are you okay? Answer me!”

He didn’t respond.

Crimping the large bath towel to her bosom, she scampered to the medical device that sat on the nightstand.

Holding the cloth in one hand, her other hesitated above the red button. She felt unsure and indecisive.

For moments, her fingers hovered over the elongated bar. It was crucial that she decide. Her son’s condition demanded that she make a choice.

She turned to look at her son as he stood immobile like a ghostly statuette. That image was the motivation that drove her hand to press the button.

A voice immediately resonated from its tiny speakers. “Hello, Mrs. Baker. Has something happened? Is Andy okay?”

“Hell yes, something’s wrong. No, he’s not okay. He’s standing naked at the end of my bed with a distant stare and won’t answer. What did you do to my son? God-damn-it, what’s going on?”

“Please, calm down. Naked you say? Staring out into space? It’s likely that his condition is a direct result of the medication. Remember, earlier today, I explained the possibility. Mrs. Baker, listen to me. It’s essential that you don’t wake him. Waking him may inflict more harm than good. It’s too complex to explain, just trust me, don’t wake him.”

“Don’t wake him? That’s absurd. I can’t have him standing naked at the end of my bed all night. What the hell do you suggest I do?”

“Again, listen to me. I understand your concern and we’ll address it. However, it’s imperative that we assess his condition. Please, turn on the bedroom light. I certainly understand your discomfort over his nudity, but I need your help. I can’t evaluate his condition without it.”

“I’ve seen him naked before, I’m not uncomfortable. After all, I’m his mother. I told you, I’m fully committed to his treatment and I’ll do what’s necessary to help.”

“Of course, I never questioned your resolve on the matter. Do you see any irregularities, such as dark blue discolorations, skin protrusions, unusual markings, or perhaps genital enlargement, such as his scrotum? It could be anything unnatural.”

With dramatic emphasis, the therapist ended her dialog by saying, “You’ll clearly see any deformities I suggested.”

Karen screeched, “Oh my god!”

Those reverberant three words marked her distress and left her gasping.

“Mrs. Baker, what’s wrong? You need to answer me. It’s your duty to tell me your observation. Your voice identifies something troubling and I can’t render aid unless you tell me.”

She exclaimed, “His testicles, oh sweet Jesus, they’re enormous. What have you done to my boy?”

“Oh, that does sound serious. Listen to me, it’s urgent that you move the medical device so it faces towards your son. This analysis unit has a sophisticated camera system that I control remotely. Suffice it to say, I’m capable of observing with vivid clarity and color. It’s an extremely useful tool for diagnosing patients and instructing the caregiver. It’s essential that I evaluate his condition visually. This is important, please comply.”

The mother didn’t hesitate with the instruction. She anxiously questioned, “Why are they so big? What kind of medication causes this? You never said—”

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