Thursday, December 9, 2010

Party Time

And let's not let it be said that I am not a generous sort. One more story, which might make you think those boring old holiday parties and outings. Sometimes it is all about what you wear!

As Sophie turned off the shower she wondered where they were going tonight. Naked, she toweled dried her hair slowly. The brown curls now hanging well below her shoulders. Peter liked her hair longer.

As she blew her hair dry, brushing it with the rounded brush, she mused that in the year they had been together, much had changed. Her hair, her clothing and her day to day routines. Peter picked out her outfits. Sophie did not mind in the least. She was always sure he would like her dress, when he was the one to pick them out. Each night, while she was in the shower, he would select what she would be wearing the next day. Hung neatly on the back of the bathroom door. Ready for her in the morning. No more frantically trying on outfits and being too late to have breakfast.

As she finished drying her hair. She applied a bit of light make up, and her best red lipstick, she brushed her hair once more and then walked into their bedroom naked.

On the bed was a navy blue corset, with attached garters. The demi cups would hardly cover her nipples and the boning would accent her waist perfectly. The black silk stockings were lovely. Slowly Sophie put the ensemble on. She did not see a dress or anything hanging on the door so she sat down on the edge of the bed and waiting on Peter.

She did not wait long and he strode into the bed room, dressed in his tux. They were to go to a holiday benefit tonight. One of his clients had invited them. It was the kind of event which made her nervous. She much preferred the behind the scenes. That was why she liked her job in stats. She stayed hidden and crunched her numbers.

"Beautiful." he smiled as he looked her over. The look was rich with appreciation and ownership. Sophie acknowledged that that was what blazed in his eyes. Love but under the love, deepening the love was ownership. She was his.

"Come here."

Sophie hopped off the bed without question and walked across the room to him. She looked at him directly as she did so. The eye contact was intense. Him looking at her, with that look. Intense and compelling as she walked to him, step by step.

He looked down at his trousers and she saw the evidence of his desire. He was pleased with the corset. She felt shyly proud. Being shorter, she had never felt all that powerful in her appearance. Not confident. Now she was learning that she was very attractive.

She smiled and tried not to blush. She was half naked and he was fully dressed in his smart black tux.

"Cock, Sophie." was all he said and she stopped in front of him, kissed his lips and sank to her knees. Undid his belt and then his pants, struggling just a touch with the closure of his pants. Sliding his pants open and down slightly she took his cock into her mouth and stroked it with her tongue and lips. She placed her hands behind her back as Peter had instructed. He had done that slowly. Added and suggested rules and positions. Sophie had not noticed it at the time, but it was nice. Not worrying. He told her simply what pleased him. No guess work.

As she curled her tongue around his cock, and moved her head slowly and smoothly around the shaft, she relished the taste that was Peter. It mingled with the soap from his shower and the mint from her toothpaste, but the taste of Peter was there at the heart of it all.

She peaked up and saw him watching her. She knew her lips were bright red around his cock, from the lip stick. In counter point to her moonlight white skin.

His hands were in her hair now, lightly massaging her scalp as he began to guide the movement of her head. Pushing deeper and deeper into her mouth.

Sophie liked the way the head of his cock rubbed against her soft palette. She moved her tongue smoothly along the shaft, as Peter began to guide her head and move his hips.

Peter was tall and therefore, Sophie could kneel in front of him and not be hunched, but her spine almost completely straight. She arched her back just a bit. Wanting closer to him.

She felt squirmy and she knew her naked pussy was wet and dripping. She could feel the moisture on her inner thighs. With no panties on she felt both warm like fire between her legs and the cool air. It combined to make her squirmy. Her pussy ached just a touch. She longed to have Peter's hands there too.

Peter touched her shoulder and stilled her squirming. His quiet reminder for her to focus on his cock. She sucked it in deeper and then moved her head back, tonguing the head of his cock, tracing the curved head and the valley at the tip. She tasted his cum on the tip. The salty and rich taste she adored. Proof that he was pleased with her efforts.

She continued her explorations with her tongue and alternated those with deep gasping swallows. She knew he was close. She could tell by the subtle tension in his limbs.

Abruptly he pulled away and began to stroke his cock, angling it towards her chest and the valley between her breasts.

Sophie looked down, thinking if he came on her breasts, it would ruin the corset.

"Eyes on me Sophie."

She tilted her head and met his gaze.

"Who do you belong to?"

"You Peter." She whispered. Staring up at his eyes. They were brighter now. Lust mixing with the love and the ownership.

"Ask me for it, Sophie. Convince me you want my cum."

"Please Peter. I want your cum, always. I want to drink it down and savor every drop."

"Not this time my little cock slut. Tonight you will wear it."

And then he came on her upraised breasts and she felt the hot sticky cum, dripping slowly and elegantly down the tops of her breast and into the valley between them.

Still holding his cock Peter brought it to her lips, she opened her mouth and licked and kissed and noisily polished off the remaining few drops of cum.

Then he eased himself back, and knelt slightly, took his fingers and wrote his name across the tops of her breasts with drops of cum from the well between her breasts.

He stood, held his fingers to her mouth and she licked them, cleaning off the drops of cum there as well.

He helped her stand, massaged her breasts gently, enough so that the well of cum dripped down between her breasts and coated her tummy. It was sticky and cool now.

Then he helped her put on her dress. Brushed her hair until it was silky smooth again and handed her ,her wrap.

"Now Sophie, we are off. You look beautiful. Quick, touch up your lipstick, or people will wonder."

And out into the night he led her, her beautiful lacy corset showing just enough, over the bodice of the fitted evening gown, to make her wonder. Could people see his name, would it glow in the night? Under black lights at the dance club, she wondered.

Her pussy, wet and tingling, tickled, by the cool air as they stood on the street waiting on a cab. Peter's hand on her back and a proud smile upon his lips. She wanted to squirm, the tingling intensified by the knowledge.

By the knowledge that she was his.

Peter and Sophie Entertain

Since it is the season for being Naughty and Nice and for entertaining, I thought perhaps we should have a story about dinner parties and dessert.

If you are all very good, I suspect there is more Peter and Sophie to be had.


“Sophie, remember Carlos is coming to dinner tomorrow night.” Peter mentioned as they sipped coffee and shared the New York Times.

Sophie nodded. It had been awhile since Carlos had been in town. Carlos was Peter’s closest friend. “Yes Peter.”

“What are you planning for dinner?” Peter inquired.

“I was thinking anti pasta to start, with the nice fresh cheese and the salami you like, from the deli down the street. Then perhaps we could have some veal scaloppini and a green salad or green beans, with sweeten ricotta and raspberries for dessert.”

“Lovely Sophie. That sounds wonderful actually, positively wonderful. You will serve us and remember, Carlos is a very special friend.”

Sophie nodded and added quickly, “Yes Peter.”

As she finished up the meal preparations, Peter entered the kitchen, dressed in khaki slacks and a button down shirt, the sleeves cuffed and his highly polished loafers on. He took the tray of plates and cutlery from her and nodded towards the bedroom, “Go and get ready. I laid out something for you. Hurry Carlos called and he just arrived and should be arriving within the hour.”

Sophie hurried into the bedroom and saw the cute and very feminine dress laid on the bed. Peter had bought it for her when they first were dating. It was a halter style dress, in black and white satin, with a full A-line skirt and some cute lacy petticoats under the skirt for a bit of bulk. At the waist was a red wide-ribbon belt, which set off her tiny waist so nicely. Last spring she had worn the dress to a Kentucky Derby Party at Peter’s boss’s house. She had look stunning.

Given the chill in the air, Peter had also laid out a black cropped sweater and her new string of pearls. Black flats completed the ensemble.

Quickly she jumped in the shower, but skipped washing her hair, since she had done so at the gym that morning, but Peter had been clear about his desires. She was to be clean and fresh, every time she dressed for dinner. Slathering on the moisturizer post shower and a light dusting of lightly scented powder, she pulled her hair up in to an elegant French twist and dressed. Peter had laid out a lacy strapless bra and the tiniest white lacy thong she had ever seen.

Making sure her lipstick was perfect – the red an exact match to the ribbon belt, she walked up the hallway and back to the kitchen only to find Peter opening a bottle of wine and heading out the terrace and the patio table. She heard the click of candle lighter and knew Peter was finishing the table.

She followed him out to the terrace and had to admit she loved this area of their house the best. The ample seating and the lovely water garden; so tranquil and peaceful.

Heading back to the kitchen she felt Peter come up behind, grab her hips and nuzzle her neck. Biting slightly just below her ear. Just enough to remind her who she belonged to.

“You will be a good girl tonight for me. Be polite and do as I ask. Is that understood Sophie?”

All the while he was rubbing her hips with small slow circles. His body pressed against hers.

She nodded her head. Sinking into him, until she left a firm slap against her ass.

“Sophie when I ask you a direct question, how are you supposed to answer me?”

“Yes Peter.”

“Right, now do not get sloppy about it tonight, you understand me?”

“Yes Peter. I will remember.”

Just then the door bell rang and Sophie went into the kitchen to pour the wine and Peter went to open the door. Sophie heard them talking in the foyer and she heard the noise of suitcases and the door to the guest room opening and shutting.

As she finished with the wine and had the antipasti salad plated, Peter and Carlos entered the kitchen and dining room. Peter slyly gave her the motion to stop and come forward to join them. Carlos handed her a bouquet of flowers and she blushed. Carlos, being rather tall, bent to kiss her cheek and Sophie rose up on her tippy toes to meet him.

She had met Carlos once before, but that was before Peter and she had moved in together.

“Carlos you must be hungry. Sophie has the dinner all prepared. So please come out to the terrace and enjoy the meal and relax after your trip.”

They walked out the door and Sophie followed them with the wine and the salads. As the men enjoyed the salads, Sophie sipped her wine and when Peter was almost finished, she excused herself and went inside to finish up the dinner, and plate the meal.

Returning and efficiently clearing the table and serving the dinner, she quietly refilled wine glasses and then took her place opposite Peter and listened to Carlos talking about his latest business deal.

As the meal wore on, she refilled the glasses one last time and then cleared the table.

“Espresso tonight, Peter with the desert?”

“I think just the dessert and another bottle of wine will do.”

Returning with the fruit and the ricotta, and the uncorked bottle of wine, Sophie sat back down and took a bite of her dessert.

Carlos smiled at her and winked.

Sophie smiled.

She had an idea that Carlos might know about or perhaps share some of Peter’s thoughts on relationships. She wondered if Carlos knew about them. The games they played and the way they lived.

“Sophie.” Peter said in his firm tone of voice, that special tone he generally reserved for when they were alone. “Carlos is very curious about what you have on under your dress. How about you pull the chair back a bit from the table and show him.”

Sophie blushed.

Peter leveled her a stare. A stare that said she had better hurry up and do as he had asked.

She rose gracefully and moved the chair about two feet back from the table, then a bit more and then stood in front of it and began to raise her skirt, inch by inch, until the tiny white lace thong was visible. Her bare pussy barley hidden by the lace. Her creamy white thighs and curve of her ass visible to Peter and Carlos in the muted waning daylight and the flickering candle light.

“Peter, I think your little one is slightly embarrassed.” Carlos chuckled, never taking his eyes off of her. Scanning her up and down.

Peter was beaming with pride. “She is a tad bit embarrassed but I would also wager she is aroused as well. While she does not like to admit it, she rather enjoys being admired.”

Sophie could feel herself blushing pinker and pinker because Peter was correct. They had talked about this one night when Peter fucked her. He had asked over and over, about being watched and they had woven a delicious story together that had sent her screaming over the edge.

Sophie stood there, with her skirt up as Carlos and Peter talked about normal stuff and drank some more wine. The air was cool on her skin and she could feel her pussy tingling in the cool air.

“Do you suppose she is wet and warm, Peter. Standing there like that. Or do you suppose she is cold.” Carlos mused as he swirled the wine around in his glass.

Peter smiled and looked at Sophie. Sending a chill down her spine. She blushed. She just knew what was coming, realizing now that Peter had set up the scene from their little story.

“Well perhaps we should have her check. Or better yet maybe she could show us.”

With that Peter rose and Carlos followed suite and they walked around the table and over to where she stood, like an elegant garden statue.

Peter took her hand and led her into the house and into his study, where there were two over sized leather chairs. He turned on the desk lamp and the bookcase lighting and then both he and Carlos took a seat she left her in the middle of room.

“Sophie, now that we are comfortable, please show us your lovely panties again and this time revolve slowly. I would like to see that delicious ass of yours.”

“Yes Peter.”

Sophie slowly and with elegant movements lifted her skirt and then slowly turned in a circle. Pausing so that Peter could admire her lovely ass.

“Remove the panties and bring them to me.”

“Yes Peter.”

And Sophie with as much grace as she could muster, still holding her skirt up, slowly removed the panties, dipped to the floor gracefully to retrieve them and then walked towards Peter, placing them in his outstretched hand.

“Thanks you. Please go back to the center of the room and remove your shoes. Then you may go and fetch your stool.”

Sophie took off her shoes and then skirt still held high, she walked to the closet and retrieved the black lacer bar height stool and brought it to the center of the room.

“Good girl. Now tell Carlos about your stool, Sophie.”

“When I am to be punished or if Peter feels I have been catty or sulky, I have to sit on the stool and think and ponder the reasons for my cattiness or sulkiness. Peter calls it my recentering stool.”

Carlos nodded. “Does that work Sophie?”

“Yes it does, most of the time.”

“Why do you suppose Peter asks you to sit on the stool?”

“Because a sulky or catty Sophie is not pleasing to him.”

“Ah yes, well no I can see how a sulky or catty Sophie would not be pleasing. Do you like being pleasing?”

Sophie nodded and then quickly added, “Yes. Yes I want to be pleasing.”

Peter looked at her and said, “Sophie, please sit, bare ass on the stool and raise up the front of your skirt and spread your legs.”

Blushing Sophie settled herself on the stool and did as Peter asked, spreading her legs as wide as the stool would allow.

“Peter, I would say you are correct. I believe your little Sophie is rather enjoying this. If I am not mistaken, I would say her pussy is wet.”

“I would say you are correct. Sophie please touch yourself for us and let us know if Carlos’s suspicions are correct.”

Slowly Sophie snaked her fingers down and touched her pussy, sighing deeply and enjoying the whisper of her fingers on her hairless and very wet pussy.

“Now show us.”

Sophie raised her hand and it was clear in the low light that her fingers were wet and glistening.

“Taste for us.”

Blushing she complied and moaned a bit.

“Do you want to play, Sophie?”

“Yes Peter.”

“Then by all means, But be quiet about it and no coming. You know the rules.”

The rules were she had to ask first. No coming without permission. This had been a hard rule to follow, but she was getting better about it.

As Peter and Carlos talked business and watched her intently, Sophie let her fingers touch and rub and play with quiet abandon. She was careful to not touch her clit too often.

“Sophie, please, if you are going to play, do so with some focus.”

This was Peter’s way of telling her she was wise to her game.

Focusing now, she began to circle her clit. And with each stroke she almost forgot that Carlos was there. Lost in the sensation and in the delight of being on display. It felt much as she had imagined it would. She was shy but a part of her longed to be an object of desire. To be on a pedestal and on display.

Feeling herself getting closer and closer to the edge, she whimpered slightly and she could feel the tightening of her pussy and the ache building deep inside. She whimpered again.

“Sophie, I said quietly. Do we need to stop.”

“No Peter.”

“Good girl.”

And that phrase sent her closer to the edge yet and she knew that was why Peter had said it. He knew she loved being his good girl.

Feeling the edge more and more specifically now she struggled to be quiet. And to remain poised on the stool, but her hips seemed to be rocking very much on their on accord.

“Sophie, is there something you would like to ask Carlos? Perhaps you would like to ask him if you can come. Do you suppose he might enjoy seeing that?”

Sophie was shocked. She had expected him to tell her to come or to ask her if she needed to. But she had not excepted him to tell her to ask Carlos.

She blinked and then she felt the tremors beginning.

“Carlos. May I please… May I please come.”

“Do you think you need to Sophie. Couldn’t you wait just a bit longer… you are lovely to watch…” Carlos’s voice trailed off and Sophie could feel herself right on the edge.

“Please. Please may I come now.”

Silence and she knew if she came without permission Peter would be se disappointed. Especially because Carlos was here. She clung to that thought as her fingers continued to rub and dance along her pussy and rub her clit.

Off in the cloud of pleasure and desire, desire to both feel the sweet release and to please Peter, she heard Carlos’s slightly accented English saying, “Now Sophie, Now you may come, share the rapture with us.”

And then she saw stars and felt her orgasm pour out from her, staring from deep inside her and continuing to flow out from her limbs and as she slowly swam up to the surface and back to reality, she found herself nestled in Peter’s arms, in the oversized leather chair, while he and Carlos continued to sip their wine and ever so often mention quietly that she was such a “good girl.”

Thursday, October 28, 2010

eLust #21

Photo courtesy of Evocative Abyss

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~ Featured Post (Lilly’s Pick) ~

D/s Without the D/s? - This is one of those situations in a real time D/s relationship where much of the “fun” aspects of the D/s needs to be stuffed in the closet for a bit. And for us, it’s not a great time to be either a masochist or a sadist. We can deal with that.

~ e[lust] Editress ~

Yes, Jelly Sex Toys Can be Dangerous - Even if a jelly rubber toy says “phthalate-free”, it still can contain toxic chemicals that can cause skin reactions in some people. These toys are still non-porous and can harbor dirt and bacteria because they cannot be sanitized.

~ This Week’s Top Three Posts ~

Unfortunately, this edition has no Top Three picks as I didn't have enough volunteer judges. If you'd like to volunteer to help, visit this page to find out more info and ensure that the Top Three picks continue.

See also: Pleasurists #101 and #100 for all your sex toy review needs.

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Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor

All Painted Up...

A Modest Proposal: Should Ginger & Cooper Fuck?

Happy Sexual Freedom Day

How Do You Explain

Life in spanking after 30: part 2

Erotic Writing


Fantasy: Movie Night

Feeling Helpless

Gabrielle, Guest Star

Happy Anniversary...

History Lesson

I Still Don't Know How You Taste

Monday Morning 2am

Metallic Seduction


New Erotic Story For The Holidays - Tinsel Temptation

Putting the car into park

The Ordeal (Part Four)

The Sweetest Violation

The Young Mom

The Moment

The Soccer Mom

Timeless in a Window's Light

Kink & Fetish

A space to hate and rage and be angry (photo story)

Beyond the Bedroom

Does liking Helmut Newton equal a fetish?

Happy Halloween: Light Me Up

I am all pins and needles

Kink and Fibromyalgia

Ownership and Monogamy

Punishing the servants


Switching It Up

The Cage

The Sacred Swinger Holiday: Halloween!

the most amazing night with HIM

The Pedicure

The Right Question

Wax on, wax off!

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

All Roads Lead to Acceptance... I hope!

Crisis Averted

Dear boyfriend, I love you. And your cock.

Having Great Goddamned Expectations

If You Google it, I will Answer #9

I Don't Know If I've Ever Been Really Loved By a Hand That's Touched Me

How to Massage Man’s G-spot

My Coming Out Story

National Coming Out Day

Recovering From Anorexia

Role Reversal

Sadie's Condom PSA

Friday, October 8, 2010

I Still Don't Know How You Taste

"I still don't know how you taste."
Like summer rain,
fresh like a mojito
with extra lime.
Like creme soda, rich vanilla
with an effervescence
tickling your tongue.
Salty as evening sea air,
moist on the lazy breeze, brushing
your hair from your face.

"I still don't know how you taste."
Like the bitterness of a broken heart,
malt vinegar coating soft, fleshy potatoes,
warm and glowing golden.
Like sharp English cheddar
melted with cream, served over toast
warming you inside out.
Rich as espresso at dusk
dark reflecting the light, which
speckles the night.

"I still don't know how you taste."
Like the Aurora Boriales,
lights, hot sulfur springs in the night.
Like sun dried chipotles, smoky, hot, hinting
of sweet fruit, beneath smoldering embers.
Angry as the voices trapped in bone dry timbers,
ready for the spark, that sets them free.

"Still, I don't know how you taste."

Saturday, September 4, 2010

eLust #19

My entry is titled, simply - Poem

Photo courtesy of Emmy

Welcome to e[lust] - Your source for sexual intelligence and inspirations of lust from the smartest & sexiest bloggers! Whether you’re looking for hot steamy smut thought-provoking opinions or expert information you’re going to find it here. Want to be included in e[lust] #20? Start with the rules check out the schedule and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

~ This Week’s Top Three Posts ~

The Rules - She squirmed in her chair as if impaled there by my finger slowly pushing in and out. “But I can tell you that on our third date I want something a lot bigger than your finger in me.”

Consensual Nonconsent - He told me he was going to do whatever he wanted to me and he wanted me to not give consent. He wanted to take it from me. He wanted me to say no and the less l liked something the harder it would make him.

Love and light - So I move on not as a submissive but as the smart mature strong woman that I know that I am. I will credit him with changing me. Changing the way I see myself.

~ e[lust] Editress ~

Confessional: Annual Reminder - In the dark in the car in the parking lot of a somewhat posh store he got a fantastic blowjob as uptight conservatives drove past us.

~ Featured Post (Lilly’s Pick) ~

What's Been Eating Emmy - A yearly test is good for most but if you find you are playing with a larger than usual number of people go get retested. Put yourself and your future partners mind at ease.

See also: Pleasurists #92 and #93 for all your sex toy review needs.

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Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationship

Adventures in Buttsex
Beginner Anal Positions
Clever Slut
Ever Changing
Jane Says: Take A2M Precautions
The Big Poly Secret - The Kreplit Famine
The P-Spot is the New Male Orgasm
Vaginal Cosmetic Surgery
What is Love?

Erotic Writing

" Hard to Do"
Bathroom Blowjobs
Dance of The Veil(Erotic Fiction Writing)
Erotica: A "Break In" - Fantasy pt1
Foreplay – An Erotic Beginning
Her Birthday
In Plain Sight...
Just a Friend
Loki At Play
Lydia and the Wrong Stockings
my turn
Mike & Jenny In The Bookstore
On Fucking Jesus
School Detention
Trust Me
The Ordeal (Part Three)
The Heat of the Moment
The Closet
The Lioness
The Belt
The Brazilian
The Show
Voyeur ISO....

Sex News Interviews Politics & Humor

A New Day
Interview with Athena Hollow of Geek Girls Online
KSL’s 2nd Anniversary
My Evening Out
What Happened?

Kink & Fetish

A Drink and A Smoke
Begging Pleading
Dangerous Rope
Day 1- Define Your Kinky Self
How To Find A Mistress
I’m Here I’m Queer???
Kissing is all
Punishment and an Ominous Chain
The Maid and the Jewels
the 2nd night with the Farmer
Total orgasmic destruction
What FetLife Has Done

Saturday, August 21, 2010


You fuck me because
I let you

A knock on the door and I
let you in
you haven't a key

You fuck me because
I let you

I take your coat and toss
it carelessly over a chair
you haven't a hanger
the old lady down the street
keeps one for me

You fuck me because
I let you

You tear my stockings
You eat your fill
I stare at the ceiling
allowing your thrill

You fuck me becasue
I let you

You show yourself out
letting the door click
but not before you leave greenbacks
on the window sill

You fuck me because
I let you

One day you will come and find the
the door locked and no answer to your knock

Or I will sit in the chair and wait
no knock on my door
but for now

you fuck me because
I let you.

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

eLust #12

Oh - Tickle Pink I am ;)

Photo courtesy of Emmy

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~ This Week’s Top Three Posts ~

Flesh - Her mind awash with the thought of fucking. The smell of his scent stirring her cunt, her skin alive and encased by lust.

Putting energy in - Play is energising, at its best; so when both of you are tired, sex or spanking can be a way to get away from it all, rejuvenate your emotional connection and stimulate body and brain with a flood of hormones and endorphines.

A Rude Awakening - In the depths of the night, I half wake to the feel of her cool skin wrapping itself around my back. Soft breasts pushing against my ribs and her groin moulding itself to my buttocks.

~ e[lust] Editress ~

Shouldn't - It always starts off so inconspicuously. Innocent, like the sort of teasing that might occur now and then between any other pair of friends who share a hint of attraction to each other.

~ Featured Post (Lilly’s Pick) ~

Comfort - She’s so strong and yet, when we lie down together, she makes herself small and vulnerable for me. ”Hold me” she says in a tiny voice

See also: Pleasurists #73 and #74 for all your sex toy review needs.

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Erotic Writing

Back Story
bodystocking blowjob
Bella Durmiente
Began my day
Current events
Fiction: Growth
First Meetings...
Game On
"I want your cock in my mouth"
"Make Me"
Mauled at Noon
Monday Morning Flash - "Bathtime"
musing/not asking
Oh, What a Night
One Last Surprise
Park 'N Ride Me
Slut with Wine Bottle
Satin Met a Laddie
Wednesday meeting with V

Kink & Fetish

BDSM Advice Series: Gags
Domme for a day
FetInRealLife #12 – DIY Flogger
First Memories
Last Night
New friends and intense, sweaty, loud orgasms
Out with the Old, in with the New
Sluts, Squirts and Swing Clubs
Submissive Skills: Hunt Slut
taking her as My girl, discovering the Dom within
"Welcome to SpankingCast, our spanking podcast"

Sex News, Interviews, Politics and Humor

Building Community for Sex-Positive Sexuality Professionals
Soaking -- Marinating in the Cunt of Christ

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Gay Pride
Going Bareback
I Can't
Ladies, what do your genitals say about you?
My Identity is Erased
More Bad Advice
My Rape Story
Read and you may learn...V-massage
Psychology of Rape Fantasy- An Overview
Support Survivors
Top 10 Good Things About A LDR
You Shur Got a Pretty Mouth

Friday, April 16, 2010

Game On

Anna had made a decision. Tonight she was not sleeping alone. It had been eight months since she had parted with her long time on again, off again boyfriend and she was tired of hanging out and hoping someone would make the first move. She was done with happy hours that were not exactly happy.

She was done with blind dates and online dating. She wanted to feel a man’s warm skin under her hands; she wanted his firm warm hands on her body. She wanted to taste and kiss and caress. Her body ached for the intimacy – the connection one could not achieve whilst going it solo.

At this point, Anna admitted ruefully she might be tempted by just about anyone – who was clean and could at least string a few sentences together. But she knew she had someone specific in mind – who she hoped she could convince to take a chance and have some fun. She had met Will a few months before she had sent ex-boyfriend packing. Will was well dressed, well traveled, smart and oh my God sexy. He had been very pleasant to her, whenever they were in the elevator together and he had seemed interested the first time they met – until he had learned she was taken and then he had adopted the gentlemanly air, the forced honorable distance – which only served to make him that much more attractive, darn it.

So tonight – tonight she was going to do her best to convince him that being a gentleman was no longer required nor desired. She planned to crash the little happy hour he and his buddies had every Friday night. She had observed them and knew the routine and she figured if she timed it right – she just might be able to convince him to take a chance.

All the cards were in her favor. She knew he lived uptown and she lived just around the corner. She knew the boys generally had a few drinks and stayed in the bar for about two hours before calling it a night or at the least going their separate ways. Carlo, the bartender has been very forth coming, when she had quizzed him. She was a woman with a plan, a short little dress and an agenda, which include breakfast tomorrow if she was lucky.

Leaving the office just a bit early she had hurried home showered and dressed – a very cute and slightly clingy matte jersey wrap dress. A dress that showed all her assets in the very best of ways; it glossed over her hips and the neckline served to show off her breasts – just enough – not in your face boobs but created a nice view all the same. She had taken extra care with her hair – creating a nice sloppy twist – it invited touch. She had been light on the make up, just enough to enhance. Her shoes were new and very cute and the heel was not too high. She needed to be comfortable and stable on her feet.

She had arranged with Carlo – to help her with her ruse. It helped that Carlo was dating her neighbor – Mike. He had been a huge help in this situation. He and Mike had given all sorts of pick up line and ideas – the other night while they shared a bottle of wine.

Taking a deep breath as she entered the bar – she paused and caught Carlo’s eye – he nodded and she walked on. Feeling very nervous – this was such a bold step – but she knew what she wanted and more specifically she knew whom. Will had occupied a prominent place in her nightly dreams for over a month and she was ready to make dreams come true.

Walking up to the bar, she sat down, leaving a stool between she and Will. Carlo was already there, laying down a napkin and asking for her drink order. She made show of setting down her little clutch purse and saying that she would wait she was expecting someone.

Carlo nodded and told her to just let him know.

Anna sighed and took out her phone and pretended to read a text message. Then she looked over at Will and pretended to just notice him, when in fact she had been very tuned into him from the minute she had walked into the bar. He drew her or at least that is what she told herself.

She smiled and said quietly, “Hi Will. How are you?”

If Will was surprised to see her or happy for that matter he did a great job of guarding those emotions; he merely nodded and tipped his glass in her direction.

Not the grand reaction she had hoped for, but then Anna reminded herself silently that anything worth having sometimes took superhuman effort to achieve.

She smiled at him and then turned her gaze back to her phone. Pretending again to read a text message.

This went on for a bit. Carlo returned to see if she wanted another drink. She told him no loudly enough that Will could here. She emphasized that she was waiting on someone and apparently he was running late.

After about twenty minutes, which is a short time really, but while sitting in the bar pretending to wait on someone, when the someone you want to drag back to your place and have nasty hot sex with is one stool away, the minutes really do seem to tick by in the same way cold honey clings to a spoon in the winter.

Suddenly her phone rang and she answered. “MMMM, uh-hu,” she muttered. “Oh, well sure I see. I was not sure. Yes, well I see. Ok, yeah maybe another a time.”

Looking as sad as she could, given that it was Carlo on the other line telling her to hurry up and get Will out of there and take him home and get down to business already, she hit the end button on her phone and slipped it into her purse.

Looked up and signaled Carlo.

“I will take a Cosmo, light on Cranberry, please.”

“Sure thing miss. Tired of waiting?” he asked her brightly.

“I guess he is not going to make it. Something came up.”

Carlo nodded and set the drink down in front of her. Then totally unscripted and a bit naughty, he smiled and said, “Well his lose honey, you are worth canceling whatever came up and rescheduling it to next week. Man must have issues with priorities.”

Anna smiled wistfully. Carlo was just so sweet. He was alluding to her on again off again – when I have time boyfriend of eighteen months. The one who routinely stood her up or canceled at the last minute. Trust Carlo to not only play the part – but to secretly buck her up in the process.

Taking a deep breath, she decided to go for broke. She had made it this far, she might as well play her duce and hope for the best.

Sliding over a stool to sit next to Will, she said. “So how have you been Will?”

As opening lines went it was not the sharpest – but she was winging it now. She had never picked anyone up in a bar; she had never deliberately targeted anyone. She had always floated through life and taken what had come her way, but now she wanted Will and she meant to have him.

He smiled and said nothing.

Ok this was going to be harder than she thought, apparently.

“I did not know you lived around here? I thought Meg had said you were an Uptowner.” After forcing this question out, she took a healthy sip of her drink. Trying to look polished and sophisticated, when she was actually shaking like a leaf.

“Yep I live Uptown. I was here with the guys. I should be heading out. There is a game on tonight. I had planned on some take out and the game.” Will stated flatly, looking at his watch and then returning his gaze to his beer. Then he took a draw and swallowed.

Anna had to stifle a gasp, he had big hands and his shirt was cuffed and his arms looked strong. Wow it had been too long if she was getting all hot and bothered just looking at his hands.

“Ah, yes a game. That sounds nice; a quiet evening in. I was supposed to be meeting someone for a drink. I just live around the corner. Another set up gone wrong I guess.” She said casually and then took another drink from her Cosmo. All the while thinking this was getting her exactly nowhere and the Cosmo was going to get her a bit drunk, since she had not eaten since lunchtime. Brilliant Anna, she chastised herself inwardly – oh the best the laid plans.

So subtle conversation was getting her nowhere, but sitting this close to Will was getting her hot and wet and this was so silly. She should just be direct and tell him to skip the game the and come of to her place, but that seemed - well direct and while she wanted to be direct she decided maybe she would try some body language and see if that got her any further.

Shifting on the stool, she turned her body closer to Will’s and rested her right heel on the rung of his stool. This caused her skirt to ride up just a bit more and maybe it hinted at the stockings she on underneath and maybe it did not. To draw attention to her thigh, she let her hand rest on her leg just above her knee. She leaned in a bit closer and smiled at him.

With her movement, Will had shifted slightly and now they were looking at each other. His eyes seemed to have deepened – or at least that is what Anna told herself, as she rested her other hand on the bar near his beer.

She smiled again and decided that this was her moment. Clearly it appeared she had his attention.

“So are you seeing anyone, Will?”

“No Anna, I am not, you?”

“No Will I am not. It appears whatever it was – it was more compelling than having a drink with me. Seems a routine occurrence. But I will say this. I have learned a good deal and baring a verifiable act of God. I only allow one bite at this apple. I am worth the time.”

“Ah, well yes I can see that.”

“Yes Michael used to think I was a whenever he had time or the inclination kind of girl.” She looked into his eyes and smiled. “But I know better now and honestly, I am worth the time.”

With that she shook her head a bit, causing her hair to slip a bit from the messy twist. As she looked up she saw it. The look she was hoping for. The flash, Will was not immune to her. He had been watching her carefully. She felt it and she felt the change in the air around them. Good, it would make step two that much easier.

“Would you like another drink?” she asked as she motioned to his nearly empty beer bottle. She felt assured he would not. Carlo had been very specific about just how much Will generally drank. As she finished her questions, she leaned in and moved her hand from her thigh to his. It was a bold move, but Anna was not in the mood to wait any longer. She had had just enough Cosmo to get over the little bit of nerves she had had and she was not going to let him get out of the bar without knowing what he could have instead of take out and the game on TV.

Slowly she began to make circles on his thigh as she started to say, “You know, I live just around the corner. There is a great little Thai place on the way. I know nothing about the game – but, um, well we could watch it at my place or I can think of other games, which might be a bit more fun.”

If she had shocked Will, he did a decent job of hiding the fact. He did not look like he might swallow his tongue – which she admitted ruefully would be a damn shame. She could think of so many other things she would like to see him do with his tongue.

“You know we could play truth or dare, maybe twenty questions, that is fun or I think I have a deck of cards and I have to say, I play a mean game of poker, but instead of trying to take your paycheck, I would settle for strip poker.”

Anna made a big show of looking him up and down and then she said with a very sexy smile, “I think you are wearing more than me anyway, so that gives you an edge.”

Then she leaned back and took her hand from his thigh and took another drink of her Cosmo.

She kept her eyes on Will. He had a great poker face, she had to give him that much. No shock and no excessive salivating either. Damn, this was harder than she had thought it would be and she had jumped in with both feet – so there was not really much more she could do, short of taking off some clothes and that just seemed to boarder on desperate. Which she was not. She was hot and she wanted Will, but she was not desperate.

So she settled back and kept her eyes on him and finished her Cosmo in three sips. This felt a bit like chicken; each of them waiting on the other to blink. Anna was prepared to just see how taken he was with her invitation.

Finishing her drink she waved at Carlo and as he approached she turned to Will. “Well this has been fun. Enjoy your game.”

She stood slowly, to the left of her stool, and said, “See you around Will." and then she knocked her purse onto the floor.”

Bending down to reach it, she did so slowly and with deliberate grace. Moving very slowly and in a way that she hoped said sexy. As she came up, she felt a male hand on her back and then warm breath against her ear, “You had me from the minute you sat down, but I have to say, this little game of yours – has been the best foreplay ever. Let’s skip Thai and just head back to your place. I suddenly have a game I am just dying to play.”