The Girl from the Diner
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If the heat that consumed them was from fire, then it could be said that what covering she did wear merely disintegrated from the intensity.
Kieren needed skin. He needed to feel Iona as close to him as possible. He needed the warmth that only Iona could provide. His body needed to touch hers, not just on the surface but on the inside. As his lips devoured hers mercilessly, Iona surrendered completely to the searching of his tongue and he reveled in what he found. To Kieren there was nothing sweeter than the taste of her, nothing more satisfying than the feel of her softness against his strength. This is what he had waited so long for. He felt her body answer the heart of the question that thundered within him.
“Are you mine?”
Iona’s very being susurrated, “Yes.”
Kieren could feel the hum of it sing to him as he laid her across the bed, his lips hungrily gliding down the column of her neck.
Iona had yearned for so long to feel the weight of his body atop hers. She had dreamt of it, visualized and imagined every possible scenario. And now, he was in her arms, the heat of him against the palms of her wondering hands. The shifting of sinew and honed muscle was now beneath her touch. Nothing she had ever foreseen could possibly compare to the actuality of what was happening. She knew from the first moment she encountered him that Kieren was like no other man. Yet, everything she thought she knew was still so little. On this night, Iona would bury her self within him, absorb all she could and emerge a new woman.
She drew her hands over the strength of his upper arms and the curve of his shoulders, feeling the grooves and the definition of his body. The tips of her fingers had just barely grazed the edge of the corded skin at his back when, with one swift movement, Iona found both of her curious hands held roughly above her head—pinned to the thick wood of the headboard by the vice-like grip of his own.
The wild blue of Kieren’s eyes, the most heated portion of any flame, flashed.
Iona had no fear. She did not recoil from his threat. There was no part of him that she was not ready for. What she did not know, she was ready to learn. She had not forgotten about the markings on his back or her words. She had not forgotten about the anger that she had caused him. She knew that there would now be time to melt away anything that dared come between them. To this she was most dedicated.
However, if he thought the binding of her hands a deterrent, he was most mistaken. Her smile was wicked and laced with lust as she raised her face to his. She ran her cheek alongside the collection of fine hairs that spread from the line of his jaw upward. Instead of sharing a tender kiss of submission, her lips stopped short, barely touching his and Iona whispered, “You grew shabby while away from me.”
Kieren raised an eyebrow, a look that she so loved. The look in her eyes was as dangerous as the look in his.
His cock twitched and grew harder.
“Thoughts of your displeasure make a man weary and careless with himself,” he returned, placing his hands back where they belonged, on her body.
“Be not...” Her tongue reached out to taste his lips and she let the tip follow its line, “weary of me.”
As she kissed him, Iona lost more than just her fingers in the thickness of his hair. Grabbing a section close to the root, she pulled. Accompanying the unexpected jerk of his head was now a bite to his bottom lip and the sexiest of purrs from her chest.
A primitive surge of ownership coursed through Kieren. He shifted his weight and slid his hand up over her rib cage. He felt the underswell of her breast and did not stop until its fullness rested in his palm. Then, he squeezed.
Iona moaned and arched her back.
Kieren smiled devilishly as he avoided her need for his lips and let his kisses fall back down her neck, then across her collar bone. His lips covered the peak of her breast after teasing it with his tongue. Pulling from it, he let her feel the threatening touch of his teeth.
Iona released a deep tortured moan, the sound of which hit Kieren’s senses--sending another shocking alert down his spine and to the tip of his cock.
His returned growl, thick with frustration, was the only sign of how difficult it was for Kieren to suppress the wildness of his nature. This woman and the lushness of her bronzed body provoked him in the greatest of ways. But in the haze of his strong need, he knew that this was just a beginning, a door that he must ease open and they must step through together. The harshness of before must be erased from her mind. He wanted nothing to recall the memory of him that did not involve the joy of his touch, the pleasure of his nearness. This calmed and slowed him as he spread her legs wider with his own.
Kieren moved down her body skillfully. Each movement, touch, lick and bite was designed to heighten her desire. He was sensitive to her every response--no matter how small, and fed off them.
The feel of his tongue across her torso caused Iona to tighten and quiver uncontrollably. Just when she thought she might recover, she discovered that sensation was nothing compared to the feel of the next one. Running his tongue up her weeping slit and teasing her swollen lips was only a beginning. With his face between her thighs and the resting of her legs over broad shoulders, she was enraptured. Iona gasped for air when he dragged the texture of his tongue across her throbbing bud. When he sucked it in, her lips formed a perfect O and released a rush of air. When he flicked at it, the sensation was so overwhelming that she found remembering to breathe hard.
It was too much; she attempted to escape his delicious assault.
Kieren growled once again, hooked his strong hands firmly around her upper thighs to hold her steady, and increased his exploration. Finding her body’s rhythm and recognizing the spots that guided her to the heights of pleasure gave him pleasure. Just when he felt her entire body constrict, on the cusp of climax, he pulled back—each time enjoying the control. Her sounds were intoxicating.
Iona felt as if she could die now, life could become no better. Even the graze of his teeth at her flesh, produced a unique panic that left her gripped by her own carnality. Just as she felt that she could no longer survive this over powering of the senses, when she could feel the oncoming fissures before the completeness of shattering, he would retreat—leaving her entire body pulsating in small waves that were infuriating promises that he was not finished.
“Please Kieren…”
Her mewling had made her voice weak but thick with passion, “I… I can bear this no longer.”
Kieren laughed quietly.
“You would be amazed at what the body can bare.” His voice was a rumble in his chest, low and promising.
“Kieren,” she sighed.
“I love the sound of my name falling from your lips,” he crooned before letting his tongue dive inside her.
When he looked up, Iona’s eyes were tightly closed as she grabbed at the bedding. He could feel the beating of her heart with his tongue, her walls grasping and pulsating against it. He could taste this new sweetness as she came.
With deliberate gentleness he worked his way up her body, finally sucking and teasing each breast. This was done with great difficulty considering how her trembling affected him.
“What do you want Iona,” he whispered, finally looking down into her glazed eyes.
She did not hesitate. Iona ground herself against his inflexible solidness.
Kieren had to close his eyes and fight himself harder. By capturing her lips, he steadied himself.
When he finally pushed at her door, Iona was wide open and begging to be filled, to be completed.
Kieren paused for the slightest of seconds.
Iona pressed her heals into his back and gasped against his mouth. “Kieren,” she cried out as he filled her in one swift movement.
The stretch around this invasion set every nerve in her body on fire. She buried her face against his neck and tightened the hold her arms had around him. She expected some pain. The joy of just having him inside her made her not fear but give in to it. Almost in tears, she once again called out his name.
To hear his name called out in such a way would have driven any man crazy. However, her cry was only a pale echo in Kieren’s ears as he released a fierce roar of satisfaction. It rose up within him and shook his chest when he felt his thick head strike at the gate of her womb. The grip of her channel made him lose control. Before his descent, he had paused in expectation, but still he proved unprepared for just how good she felt to him. He was more than aware of what challenges his size presented to a woman. By her own admission, she was no virgin and he expected no sign of such. It was, however, obvious that Iona had only known lesser men. Although having no wish to inflict pain, Kieren reveled in that thought. It gave him pride. She was truly all his and this feeling compared to no other.
Kieren closed his eyes for a moment and shook his head in an attempt to gain more control.
He pulled back to search her beautiful dark eyes. They glistened, so wide and scared, searching his own.
“Trust me,” he whispered to her, smoothing back her hair.
Iona did not become the one floating above, deadening her body as she waited for the experience to end. She did feel lightheaded and as if floating, but she was one with Kieren here and now. She did not want to even close her eyes for fear of missing one single thing. All of her participated in what this man was making her feel. All was different. She felt every part of her body fill with this man that lay between her thighs. She was dripping wet with expectations already surpassed, overheated in the pursuit of gifts yet to be given.
Her response was breathy and filled with raw emotion.
“I do,” she declared, spreading her legs wider and drawing up her hips.
Kieren’s hands immediately cupped her firm ass.
With a degree of gentleness alien to this man, Kieren made love to her. At the suctioning of the pull, Iona inhaled with a hissing sound. With the glide of the descent, she exhaled with a thick moan. Kieren enjoyed the sound of both as they found their rhythm together. With his lips on hers, he encouraged her with endearments and she met him in every way. She was so wet and sweet. The mounting of desire made it impossible for him to maintain this measured control. Soon he was pushing faster, deeper and harder with each thrust.
Iona was submerged in a wonderment of sensations. The ache and throbbing started to accentuate something new. A rush of pure freedom flooded through her body. The force of it took her breath away. The entire world was circling around her—faster and faster. She held on for pure life. His lips and tongue became more than delicious, they were necessary for survival. The way his body shifted above and against hers, giving and drawing satisfaction made her want to offer more, yet take as well. Kieren was so deep inside of her, pressing against parts of her that had never been touched and caressing those hidden places, all she could manage to do was feel. Her sounds were not even familiar to her. She clung to his powerful form to somehow anchor herself to time and space. He was now the creator of everything. She felt everything expand.
Suddenly Iona pulled her face from the crook of his neck and looked into the blue sea of Kieren’s eyes in absolute shock.
Kieren gave her a gentle smile. He knew what she had yet to understand, and whispered, “Yes.”
The very word seemed to reach across some unknown barrier within. It clamped down on her body and she shook fervidly, bursting open. Each muscle and nerve was brought alive. They constricted and expanded, to the powerful sound of her heart beating.
Before Iona had a chance to recover, Kieren rose up onto his knees, raising her up into him as he fucked her harder. Primal instinct overtook him. The words that left his lips were oaths of the old world, enflamed and guttural as he came.
The feel and force of what he emptied inside of her only amplified what had already engulfed her, sending fierce aftershocks. Iona was left barely conscious. Her legs were locked around him and her thighs trembled as he held her close. She felt the soothing of his lips at her temple and the security of his hands spread across her back. When he finally pulled out, she whimpered from the loss and tears eased down her cheeks.
With both hands cupping her face, Kieren rested his forehead against hers. Her tears concerned him and an odd sense of guilt made him vulnerable.
“Iona?” he whispered.
“I… love… you,” was all she could manage to say with a weak and tender smile.
Kieren crushed her against him in relief.
In her lover’s arms, Iona laid--draped across his chest and listening to the beating of his heart. She fell to sleep thinking that if there were Gods maybe they were finally smiling down on her. Kieren fell to sleep feeling like one.
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In what she thought to be the morning, Iona opened her eyes and stretched. Never before had her body felt so ideally spent. She ached, yet the feeling was different from any ache she had borne before.
But, Kieren was gone.
Panicked, she threw her covers to the side and stood. Then, noticing that there was some type of an attempt to fold her things over the large chair, she smiled. Bath water had already been poured for her and still warm. A full bottle of her oil stood beside it. This was Kieren’s doing and she loved it.
Soon Iona realized that it must be later in the day than assumed. She could hear the men, much too rowdy for their morning gathering before she had even entered the great hall. She was surprised to see them so wound-up. The hall was overly crowded and as she drew closer the noise was deafening.
Following the eyes of a few men, she knew that something unusual was happening at the hall’s center. However, Iona could not see through them, and definitely not above them. Squeezing between the backs of those on the perimeter, she attempted to make her way to the kitchen. On the way, she thought she saw the color of Brenna’s shift through a sudden repositioning of a few men. She forced herself in that direction. Two or three men looked down, realized who she was and moved to let her pass.
Finally standing behind Brenna, a bit sapped, she shouted over the ruckus, “What is going on?”
Once realizing it was Iona, Brenna laughed. “Why don’t you see for yourself?”
She grabbed Iona’s arm, threw her own weight around forcing a few of the men to have no choice but to move, and pulled Iona to the front.
Once Iona gathered herself, she looked at what was before her. Immediately, she covered her open mouth in horror.
“Could it be about you?” Brenna teased, close to her ear. “What reason could they possibly have?”
“Oh no,” Iona shrieked, her chest tightening.
When Iona started toward the two men, Brenna quickly yanked her back. It was no easy deed. The girl was determined. Iona’s strength could not match Brenna’s.
“This is madness,” Iona exclaimed. “I can’t just let them…”
“Calm down girl.” Brenna cut her off before she was overheard saying too much. “Everything is not about you.”
Iona fought her nature and somewhat quieted, but now she was confused.
“You do not understand,” Iona cried out.
“Not about you,” Brenna emphasized the words as if disciplining a child.
“Then why is one seeking to murder the other?”
“I suppose it looks that way.” Brenna turned her head sideways and considered the two men with another hearty laugh. Then she dismissed the idea with the hunching of her shoulders. “But Russ lives each time. Kieren spares him.”
“Spares him? What would happen if Kieren decides to spare him no more?” Iona said, stunned.
“Then child, both men would die,” Brenna said with reflective confidence, “one by the sword, the other by self-reproach.”
Despite Brenna’s words and obvious amusement, Iona watched in fear as the crowd roared on.
Kieren was holding Russ up by the front of his shirting now. Russ’ feet were almost off the floor.
“Why did you not confer with Gunner for council then?” It was more of a command than a question.
“He would have found a way to negotiate,” Russ struggled to answer. “Power was the question here brother, not the need for politics and its solicitous talk.”
“You do not know wisdom when it is offered to you.”
With those words, Kieren lifted Russ higher and threw him onto a table.
Russ immediately did a flip that left him standing at the far end. Kieren had already turned his back to leave when Russ did what Iona considered the unthinkable.
Iona screamed. If they did not kill each other, Iona thought; they would definitely end up killing a bystander.
Kieren’s reaction was quick. He moved his head slightly to the side as the knife went by. He was turned around before the sound of the knife hitting the wall completed and he swiftly returned the favor with the distinct sound of something piercing the air.
Russ attempted to avoid it, but was caught. He looked at Kieren in disbelief, touching himself and then looking at his own blood.
From where Iona had stood, it had looked as if Kieren’s aim was for the center of Russ’ head. She was relieved when she realized it was just the top of his ear that had been grazed.
Kieren gave him a cruel smile.
Russ then jumped on a table in one sweeping movement. Steady on his feet, he quickly jumped onto another before propelling himself toward Kieren.
Kieren crouched low and as Russ flew over him, Kieren rose up beneath Russ, flipping him over and slamming him on another table—which then crashed to the floor.
The crowd went mad.
Russ took a minute to gather him. Before that minute had completed, Kieren was dragging him by one boot.
“You are guaranteed to be defeated if anger is the only thing that drives you brother,” Kieren pointed out with his usual voice of authority and exemplary control.
Letting Russ go, Kieren stepped back, gifting his younger brother the time to stand.
An enraged Russ went for Kieren again, aiming for Kieren’s waist. Russ somehow ended in a choke hold. The two moved so quickly. However, instead of fighting Kieren’s hold, Russ moved into it.
“Long Sword,” a few men shouted with support due to the smartness of the move.
The two battling men fell to the floor. It appeared that Russ was at some advantage from the way they had fallen. All Iona could see was a random lifting of a table or chair because of the cheering and jeering of the other men.
Suddenly the room silenced as both men rose with surprising caution, facing each other. Kieren held the tip of a dangerous looking dagger in his left hand and under Russ’ chin.
Kieren then leaned forward and whispered in Russ’s ear without removing the dagger.
Irritated, Iona thought, 'Why is the man always whispering something in someone’s ear--such drama? Could he not issue his threats aloud?'
Kieren removed the dagger from the throat of his brother and flipped it in the air, catching it by the butt.
The audience roared.
“I believe this is yours,” he said, turning the knife as if for safety and handing it to Russ.
“I am the leader here. The power is mine to restrain or issue. I advise you to not forget that,” Kieren announced over his shoulder as he calmly strode away. “And, your knife is top heavy. The sound it makes in the air is deafening.”
With respect and awe, the men parted for him. Kieren disappeared down the passageway leading to his rooms. Only after he was out of sight did the men begin to speak again. Some began with “Did you see how…” Others just roared and hit each other on the back.
Iona noticed Gunner sitting at a table in the far corner of the room. Looking satisfied, he raised his mug to her with a rare smile. She glanced over at Russ, feeling sorry for him as he went to claim the knife still stuck in one of the large poles supporting the Longhouse. When she looked back at the still smiling Gunner, he then winked at her. It looked odd and left her perplexed.
“I think Russ has learned his lesson,” Brenna said turning. “That was an interesting one.”
“That’s a cruel way to teach someone,” Iona snapped.
“Oh it could have been much worse. No bones were broken. Well, it may have cracked his pride. It is good for Russ, The Great Long Sword, to get his handsome rump beat every once in a while. He learns better that way.”
“Brenna?” Iona could not believe what she was hearing.
Brenna walked away with a hardy laugh.
“And, who does Kieren learn from?” Iona asked from behind her.
Brenna turned to the girl and searched her face with censored curiosity. She grabbed Iona by the chin and raised her face as if examining her. It reminded Iona of the first time they had met. Iona almost expected Brenna to ask her to show her teeth.
“Apparently, you,” The old woman concluded, releasing the girl and laughing as only she could.
Starting toward the kitchen, Brenna added, “You look a little tired and heavily rode.”
Two young girls giggled and followed Brenna.
Once again, Iona thought, Brenna had proven to be ill-mannered. She wanted to be mad, but the look the girls gave her made her face grow warm. She was blushing and glad to be of a darker type, so that the girls could not tell.
Bewildered, Iona now had a decision to make. Should she go to her room? Should she go to Kieren’s? Would that be appropriate? Would he summon her? Should she instead concentrate on her chores? She decided instantly that she definitely was not going through the kitchen.
The men closed around Russ, removing him from her view. It would be inappropriate for her to go to him.
She knew what she wanted, although uncertain as to whether it was a smart idea or not. She wanted to be near Kieren. Despite the range of emotions she had just experienced, her body still felt the strong effect of his. Iona felt no shame in wanting to at least be in his vicinity—to be available. There was no shame in her feeling incomplete without him.
When she stepped into his room, he was nowhere. Deciding to stay and wait for him in his bed, she closed the door.
From behind, Kieren lifted her up by the waist. Iona panicked and fought to free herself.
“Calm down,” Kieren laughed, letting her finally stand.
She turned to him and started hitting his bare chest with the flat of her hands.
“You are not amusing,” she declared.
Enjoying the feel of him, Iona’s hands soon slowed and appreciated the curves of his chest with admiration.
“You are sweaty,” she told him, trying to appear serious as she looked up into his eyes.
The Gods should not have made such beautiful eyes, she thought.
Kieren kissed her deeply as he maneuvered her backwards. When the back of Iona’s legs felt the bed, he left her no choice but to sit. He lowered himself so that they were eye to eye.
“What is this you are wearing?” Kieren inquired as he slid the edge of her linen skirting up her thighs.
His voice was sensual, yet serious.
“I am wearing what’s worn by the women of this village,” she returned, a bit nervous.
Under his encouragement, she lifted herself just enough for the material to be pushed up and her under skirting slipped beneath her bottom so that it all bunched up above her waist.
“Were the things I acquired not beautiful enough?” He removed her foot coverings one at a time as he spoke and let his hands smooth over the back of her calves.
“Yes, extremely beautiful”. She loved the feel of his hands.
“Extremely beautiful, what?” he mocked.
Iona looked at him, confused.
He raised an eyebrow and Iona thought he had to be joking.
“Extremely beautiful…Sir,” she surrendered finally.
Kieren laughed and began pulling her underclothes down her legs agonizingly slow, his skin touching hers in the most tempting of ways. Then he brought his attention back to her eyes.
“Thank you is my preference. Why do you not wear them?”
The smile had now left his lips.
Iona’s voice wavered. ‘’They were too grand and too colorful. I wished to no longer stand out.”
He tossed her underthings over his shoulder.
“You are not like everyone else.” He ran his hands down her thighs as he spoke. “You were meant to stand out.”
Iona was confused and at an unusual loss for words.
Kieren spread her legs apart and she felt the air hit her dampness.
“Don’t you want to know why?”
“Why?” she returned, getting that lightheaded feeling again.
He shifted to his knees and directly between her thighs.
“You are mine,” he whispered.
With relief, she mumbled her response. “I wanted the others to consider me fondly. I meant no insult.”
Kieren’s nearness made it impossible for her to think with any speed
“Is it not better to be respected than considered fondly?” he said before forcing her to lie back. “Why should you care for the thoughts of others in regards to my gifts? I am the only one that you should consider.”
His mouth watered as he looked at what was revealed before him and he licked his lips.
Iona rose up on her elbows to look at him. But, the look he gave her made her return to the position he had put her in. An opening in his roofing had been propped so that the sunlight showed across her body.
She felt his two fingers spread her open, and sighed.
Kieren thought that the now exposed lovely flash of deep pink would forever now be his favorite color. Her pussy was a thing of beauty. He moved his head close and licked from bottom to the top of her gift with the flat of his tongue.
Iona gasped.
He pulled back and blew air across her sensitivity.
Iona squirmed a little.
Moving his lips closer again, he said, “I wish you to wear what I give you.”
She felt the heat of his breath against her as he spoke, it was not a request.
When the tip of his tongue met the face of her clit, she jerked and said loudly, “I shall.”
“Good girl,” he said, licking her again--several times. “Will I ever have to reiterate my request?”
He then latched on to her firm nub and sucked.
Iona began shaking her head.
Kieren pulled back to look at her. She need not have looked at his face to know what he wanted.
“No,” she said without hesitation, breathing hard.
Kieren returned his attention to the task at hand, licking and sucking. He pumped one finger, and then two inside of her—without his attention ever leaving that collection of fine nerves that was driving her mad. She was delicious.
Iona came two times before he made love to her.
When she opened her eyes this time, she found him not only there but resting on one arm watching her. There were no covers to hide behind. His beautiful body lay naked beside hers. Iona attempted to hide behind her hands.
“Of all the things revealed to me, you try to hide your face.” Kieren kidded.
“How long have you been watching me?” she said embarrassed. “Do you ever tire?
“Not with you.” His voice was smooth and tempting.
It was the way he had spoken to her last night and earlier. Nowhere did it sound similar to the voice that disciplined Russ.
“Hiding does not save you. For I have etched every detail of your face to memory, as I have your body.” Kieren pulled her hands away.
He then began to tease an extended nipple with his forefinger. The effect made her body prepare to receive him once more. Iona was not sure if that was a good thing, she was a bit sore down there. But she knew that he could create ways that could make her forget that. She could not tell if she was disappointed or pleased when he stopped and began to play with a gathered strand of her hair.
He examined several before asking, “You placed some of these in my brother’s hair?”
She could not tell by his voice what he was thinking. She truly hated that skill of his, to seem both interested and uninterested.
“Just a few,” she returned, trying to be equally unreadable.
“Your heart has sped up,” he stated calmly.
For that, Iona had no response.
“Do I make you nervous Iona?”
He used her name. The way he used her name made Iona a little scared and she narrowed her eyes. It amazed her how she could want him so and fear him simultaneously. Russ could possibly be a dangerous topic. Not being able to read his mood was not good.
Honesty was the only way to deal with this moment, she decided.
“No,” she returned defiantly.
That, of course, was a lie.
“Come to it,” she thought to herself. She hated how he took so long to reveal the result of things.
“I find the placement of these to be an intimate undertaking.”
She wished he would stop playing with her hair and pulled away.
“Of course,” he surmised, dropping his hand, “I could be wrong.”
She still did not know what to say.
“I am however,” his smile was roguish, “rarely wrong.”
“Everyone is human,” she finally said in a low voice, “and therefore fallible.”
“Repeat this,” he told her. “I did not hear you solidly,”
Iona knew that there was nothing wrong with his hearing, but said it again much louder.
“Yes, everyone is,” he agreed, “some more than others.”
Once again, she had no response as he picked up another twisted strand of her hair.
“Some are human and deceitful. That is a dangerous combination. Would you not agree?
“Please stop playing with my hair,” she screamed in her head.
As if hearing her thoughts, Kieren leisurely pulled one twisted strand up in the air only to watch it drop.
“A person like that is consistent in their behaviors and one must be consistent in their mistrust of that person.”
She watched him and he moved to his back to watch the beams of the ceiling.
“Have you ever encountered a person of this type Iona?” he said.
Iona slowly nodded her head.
Kieren sighed with disappointment.
“Yes,” she then said.
“I seem to encounter those of that nature far too much in my life. Sometimes I ponder the idea that there must exist something within me that draws this type. What do you think Iona?”
Iona could bear it no longer. She sat upright.
“I shared a moment of weakness with your brother,” she blurted.
“A moment of weakness, what exactly does that consist of?”
He did not change his position in the slightest and spoke with little urgency, a pure indication to Iona that he was quite aware of things.
She panicked.
“I was caught off guard. I was improper. We were improper.” Putting her hands to her face, she began to cry. “I am regretful. Deceiving you was never my goal. You must forgive me. I am so ashamed of myself. That it was with your brother is more of an offense. It only happened once. I know that is no excuse. And, I…”
She continued to stumble in search of the right words. Surely she could make him understand? What must he think of her? She began to feel ill.
Finally she stopped babbling but continued to cry—prepared to receive her punishment. Life was consistently cruel. She had expected too much. And now, he was too angry to speak. Maybe he would beat her. After all he was a man and she nothing.
After a while, on the verge of hyperventilating, she dared look back at him through her fingers. He was watching her, but laid there looking bored.
Kieren wondered when she would stop prattling on. This was not how he expected the conversation to progress.
Iona dropped her hands, confused. Kieren then looked both irritated and amused. She was not sure if she should be humble or angry. His reaction left her dumbfounded.
“This is entertaining,” he said dryly, suppressing a smile. “There is rarely anything that anyone would classify as appropriate when it comes to the behavior of my brother and I dare to wonder what you would define as inappropriate.”
Iona narrowed her eyes at him and scoffed. “I am a joke to you?” she demanded before trying to make her way out of the bed.
To contain her, he locked her in his arms. Of course she attempted to break loose.
“Be still woman.”
Iona managed to, somewhat, calm down.
“You truly present a convincing show of emotions with little prompting,” he laughed. “I am quite familiar with the ways of my brother, Russ the Long Sword.”
Iona was not sure what amused Kieren more, the situation or Russ’ moniker.
“He elicits moments of weakness easily within women. He often creates them. It provokes no anger within me.”
“You do not think less of me?” She was shocked.
“Why would I?”
She could think of many reasons why. Iona wondered what his brother may have said, but she could not hope for a better outcome. So, she was smart enough to know to let that be.
“Why did you feel the need to entrap me?” she conceded. “I would have confessed.”
“Despite the fact that you have honed the act of lying, I am more than aware of its use when it comes from you.”
“I am not a deceitful person, like the ones you mentioned,” she amended.
“You are worse,” he said in a much more sobered tone. “You are the most unpredictable among mankind and animal.”
With that he let her go and repositioned himself, sitting up with his back resting against the massive headboard.
He placed a hand behind his head and crossed his feet.
She turned to him. Whether smiling as he was now or deadly, she had never seen a man so fine-looking. Her desire for him increased. She reminded herself though; she must focus on the task at hand.
Reading her thoughts, his smile grew wider. Iona felt heat sweep across her face.
“You are a woman of great beauty.” He gently let the curve of his for fingers tease the skin of her back.
“You are also a survivor,” he announced.
The way he said it, Iona thought, did not sound complimentary.
She suddenly rose up and straddled his lap. She placed her arms on his shoulders, letting her fingers play with the hair at his nape.
“I think that quality attracts you,” she baited.
He squeezed her firm bottom.
“Maybe,” he smiled, looking down between them. “Maybe it is another quality that attracts me.”
Something occurred to her and her eyes grew wide.
Amused, he braced himself.
“You care not that we betrayed you?” She was stunned.
“I do not consider betrayal your purpose.”
“Am I so unimportant that you share me with no emotion or consideration?” She placed her hands on his chest.
“How old are you?” he announced, complete in his amusement. “You plead for my forgiveness as if you were innocent. Next, you anger when I unburden you of anxiety in regards to the matter.
She watched him. He looked right back at her, his eyes questioning.
“Are you a woman or a child?” He finally said, smiling. Once again she was reminded of how handsome he genuinely was. She imagined that as a boy he must have been extremely mischievous. As a man she knew him to be deadly, she had heard the stories and seen what she had seen of him. She would not lie, she found that too attractive—what woman would not find pleasure in knowing they had attracted the ultimate of protectors. This playful side of him was her most favored.
Well, maybe not the absolute most.
“You thought me very much the woman a while ago,” she returned, looking down at the divine example of how much a man he was. Even relaxed, it lay heavily against his solid thigh like some sleeping serpent.
“This is true.” His smile broadened. “Now it occurs that I possibly assumed wrong.”
Iona attempted to dismount him when he pulled her back to him by the hips.
“My brother and I share much, but not everything. If you are shared with anyone, it would be by your choice only. It would also reveal a major lack of concern for your chosen other partner. I am a selfish man at heart. What is mine, I have and I keep.” As he spoke, his amusement disintegrated and his voice grew more serious. “Be assured, I would end his life.”
There was silence between them as there was no need for Kieren to say more or Iona to reply. She had heard all his words, but the one “mine” left her mesmerized. She was his.
“Besides,” he finally returned to his amused state, “I mistreated you and you had need for affection. Why should that need not have been answered? I am quite sure that my brother was very accommodating.”
Iona looked into his eyes and there was truly no malice. This drew more love from within for him. With his face between her hands she kissed him deeply.
But a thought crept across her mind and she suddenly pulled away.
“And you, where did you fulfill your needs?”
Kieren smiled devilishly. Then he caught her wrist as Iona’s made a meager attempt to slap him.
“How this conversation has shifted,” he mused with sarcasm. “You fulfilled your need, am I not given the same consideration. After all, I am a man with many appetites.”
“Maybe you should have stayed where your needs and appetite were fulfilled,” she spat out.
“I plan to,” he returned bluntly, wrapping his arms around her and making her surrender to his lips. “You shall never be rid of me.”
“This is like a dream to me,” she confided.
“Well then,” he teased, “be certain that it is only I that you dream about. Next time I may not be so forgiving. My brother can prove very convincing when mood hits. Russ shall be Russ.”
“I am truly only yours,” she said with girlish sincerity.
“I have no fear that it will happen again, my little survivor. You are no fool. I am the teacher here. He is the student.
“Your arrogance is unmatchable as well,” she slipped him a smile, shaking her head.
“As is all of me,” he said taking her hand in his, kissing her palm and guiding it to encircle his substantial and demanding staff.
Iona could make comparisons when it came to the beauty of his cock, but she had never actually touched one. And Kieren’s was so intimidating. The sight and feel of him made her swallow hard, but she closed her eyes and let herself relax into the guidance of his hand. His hand caused her to squeeze him firmly while moving up and down his shaft. When he removed his hand and left her to her devices, her eyes immediately flew open to find him watching her curiously and placing his hands back behind his head.
She suddenly became aware of her inexperience with pleasure and fearful of disappointing him. She could feel the color flood her cheeks.
“I,” she said shyly, “am not a virgin, but…”
“What need do I have for virgins,” he said gently.
“Well,” she began, flushed.
He gave her a look of alert weariness, misunderstanding her alarm. This was not the time to discuss what she had seen of him, or for her to assume what he wanted from her based on the things seen.
“I, this body that sits here before you,” he began, putting his forehead to hers and cupping the side of face with one hand and the back of her head with the other, “as damaged as it is, am yours.”
His voice rasped with emotion, sounding low and deeper than ever. “I am only yours and you are safe with me. This between us is between only you and me. I care for no other woman. I remember no other. You are mine to discover and explore as I am yours to discover and explore. We will learn each other in a way we have not taken time to do before.”
Kieren’s kiss reemphasized his words.
This moment, this closeness was another feeling entirely new. To have him say those words and see the ocean in his eyes, to feel this with another person—especially this person, made her heart open even more. Iona closed her eyes, kissed him deeply in return and firmly wrapped the fingers of both her hands around his cock. The sound he made inflamed the growing warmth that had begun building inside of her, giving her a tingling sensation. Then she felt him jerk in her hands and she jumped, letting it go.
Kieren rested back on his arms and chuckled at the squeal she emitted. Then, he let out a sharp intake of air as her thumbs lightly grazed the sensitive flesh of his dome. His penis was very erect now. She looked at it, staring openly. She thought of how he had said he had memorized her body; she wanted to memorize this part of him too. She was surprised by how much she actually wanted to touch it and how its twitching incited her to keep going. His penis was long and so thick, riddled with twisting veins. She had never noticed how detailed it was before. And now that she was so close, like this, looking down as it reached up between them; it seemed enormous.
Tenderly, Iona brushed the length of it with her fingertips. She was pleased by the silky texture, the steel-like firmness beneath the surface and the way it also pulsed against her palms with throbbing warmth.
When she dared to glance at Kieren’s face, he was looking right back at her, his eyes so clear and pleasure so obvious. The feeling of her exploration sent shivers up and down his spine and straight to the point where she touched.
She returned her attention back to the monster in her slender hands. She adjusted herself and wrapped both hands around the dancing cock. She applied pressure and tried to remember how he had at first guided her. Slowly, she began stroking the length of him. As she ran her hands up over the swollen head and back down over it again, squeezing gently she was rewarded with his low moan.
She looked back again to him sitting with eyes closed and head back. His lips slightly parted. Iona took heart and repeated the long slow stroke a few more times until his breathing became ragged.
She watched his face, fascinated by the almost pained expression there. Kieren’s eyes opened into hers. They were so crisp and fluid in their color, almost silver now and full of energy. It was a different sort of blue. Iona recognized his lust, but never before had his gaze so sufficiently seared her. She turned her eyes away, unable to stand that look for long. Her hands had already increased their pace in response without any urging. Her thighs contracted in time with her hands. She tried to still them, but found it impossible.
Kieren’s hips slowly rose to meet her hands. As she ran her hand over the moisture forming at the mushroomed tip, she found it slick and it allowed her to move more easily over him. Watching intently while her hands slid over the smooth flesh she thought of how this liquid might taste. She had felt the joy and heat of it inside her. That was something she could never forget. The thought of putting her mouth to him thrilled her.
Kieren’s eyes went wide as she stopped to reposition herself back on knees between his opened legs and bent down to lick the tip of him. Leaning in she lapped from base to tip, eliciting a gasping moan from him.
It was strange, but it was also extremely exciting touching him so intimately. Tasting him--the saltiness of the sea, a sweetness and the taste of what she could only define as sunlight—made her squeeze her thighs tighter causing a hot throb to course through them. Licking around the swollen head, she pressed her lips against the tip and slowly took him into her mouth. Pulling as much inside her as possible. Stretching her jaw as wide as she could, she did not get far before she was forced to stop and let out a choked groan. When he pressed against the back of her throat, she was not expecting the feel of it. Her groan was accompanied by a low growl from above.
She looked up. He was watching her again, his eyes burning into hers. This time she didn't look away, and let them sear into her making her tremble and her hands, still wrapped around his cock, shake. With his size, when her mouth moved on him--sliding rhythmically and automatically over his now slick head, she worked them as well.
One of Kieren’s hands threaded through her hair and cupped her head. He tried not to apply any pressure. She was doing fine by herself. What the girl lacked in skill she made up for in enthusiasm. She was truly made for him. But, he could only constrain himself for so long. He kept his eyes locked on hers as he gripped her hair and pulled it taut against her skull. A shock of sensation that was not quite pain shot through her and Iona groaned low in her throat, the vibration of which made Kieren shudder.
Iona moaned again, intentionally, loving his gripping expression. She reveled in the feel of her own power. The harder he pulled her hair and the more he growled, the more ferocious she became. She devoured him with her tongue and hands.
He pumped his hips against her mouth and she gripped his thighs to steady herself as she felt him stiffen even more against her tongue. She let out one more moan before he gasped and gave out the thickest of growls. Iona felt a pressure in her mouth and it was suddenly filled. She nearly gagged and had to swallow several times to keep from choking, finally pulling away with a gasp to see the remainder still leaking from the tip. She blinked up at him taking heavy breaths.
Kieren looked down at her swollen, wet lips as she panted. With the fingers of his hand still gripping her hair, he pulled her to him and kissed her. Never before had she looked as beautiful as she did at that moment to him.
This woman was truly made for him.
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“I said that I would come to the river and that we would watch the rise of the moon, not actually get in the water,” she said with her hands on her hips.
Kieren stood closer to the edge of the river. He had been eating an apple and slung what remained into the water.
“Enjoy me why you can woman,” he chuckled. “The next few days will give me little time. I have to meet with the clans.”
He looked back at her and smiled. “I want to enjoy you in the water.”
“No,” she said smoothing out a blanket of wool and plopping down on it non-ceremoniously.
He came and stood closer to her, leaning against a tree. His hair rustled by the light breeze, tended to curl which she did not believe that she noticed before. He wore looser fitting clothing than he had on the Knarr. A shirt of colored linen hung open, revealing the magnificence of his chest. His britches were slung low. He looked free-spirited and more relaxed, in spite of the knife holstered in leather and tied to his leg. She did not know where the small one he had cored the apple with came from. She figured that he could never completely be without the marks of his profession. The stillness found him restless and alert.
Iona suddenly wondered if he knew that this was where she had had the moment of indiscretion with Russ. Something about the look in his eyes when she looked up at him told her that he did.
“You are awful,” she scolded him.
“I guess I do not measure up, no cheese and drink to tempt you with.”
“Yes,” she teased, adjusting her smock, “and I was forced to bring my own blanket.”
When she heard no response from Kieren, she looked up concerned. He laughed at her expression. She looked so young, her lovely, full lips fixed in a permanent smile. Her dark hair was pulled from her face and fastened in the back with a colorful strip, flowing down her back. She glowed in the light of the early evening. Soon the sun would go and the moon would come. He wished there was some way he could extend these moments.
Kieren had not been making light of the fact that the coming days would keep him away from her. With the successes of his voyage, there was much to do. He had also been at sea for quite some time, ignoring many happenings amongst those he administered to and the lands he oversaw. There were disputes to be settled and the grave matter in which Russ had misjudged.
“Come lay with me,” she requested.
“You’d think you would have enough of our laying,” he teased, “I thought to give you a break.”
“Never,” she told him opening her arms to receive him.
He laid down and placed his head in her lap, chewing on what appeared to be a sweet stem. Iona began to play in his hair.
“How old are you,” he inquired, looking into her eyes, “truly?”
“Twenty-four,” she stated bravely.
“I said truly,” he scoffed.
She looked a bit bewildered.
“You don’t know?”
“I count nineteen winters, maybe more.” She gave him the most contented of smile. “I know that I am a woman.”
“You certainly are that.”
“And, your age?”
“Much older than yours,” he laughed.
“Definitely a man,” she added joyfully.
“There,” she said showing him the effort that she put into his hair. “It will not stay however."
“Were you this close when you placed them in Russ’ hair?”
“To do someone’s hair is not so intimate of an act. I once undid and re-braided the one at Gunner’s chin. I placed the beads that he now wears at the end of it.”
“Oh,” he snorted. “I bet that was fun.”
“He was drunk, I believe, and now very upset with me that it cannot be easily removed,” she laughed.
“Brunner can be a bugger of an old man. He claims that you personally set out to exasperate him.”
“He’s a big baby.”
“You have us all wrapped around your small fingers.” He took one of her hands into his and felt the braid she placed in his hair with his other. “Shall I be beaded as well?”
She laughed, “If I can find the right ones for you.”
“You must put more of these in my hair than you have in Russ’,” he finally demanded.
“Are you serious?” She could not believe what she was hearing. It was endearing though.
“I would have hated to have had to grow up with the two of you. Your relationship with your brother is beyond complicated. I fail to understand. I bet your father had his hands full.”
“For all intents, I must say that Brunner is the father I remember. The Magnus Gulbrand was quite… busy.”
“Well, I bet he…” she began.
“I think that you should put many more in my hair,” Kieren cut her off, pretending to look offended, “considering.”
“Kieren,” she exclaimed, looking into his eyes. But, she could see that his seriousness was light.
Iona kissed him playfully.
“He is forgotten the moment my eyes set upon you.”
“And when I am not in your vision?” He turned more serious, touching her face.
“Even when I do not see you my mind does constantly.”
“Good answer.” Kieren laughed and she hit at him.
“Your words are like honey, too sweet. They are slippery too. One must be quick to catch their true meanings.”
With that he stood and began to remove his shirt. Iona could tell that she was in for trouble. But before she realized to what extent, fully naked he lifted her up as if she weighed nothing. He took her, clothed, kicking and screaming, into the water. Taking her under and then tossing her into the deeper part was equally effortless.
Kieren laughed until he realized that Iona was flailing, desperately trying to keep herself above water. He also could see that she was failing.
With no haste, she felt his strong arm draw her above the water. With the other he pulled them toward land.
His words were angry when he sat her down—even though she coughed heavily to relieve her lungs of water.
“Why did you not tell me that you could not swim?” Kieren demanded. “What Greenlander knows not?”
“I am neither male or a Greenlander,” she yelled back at him, her anger due more to embarrassment than anything else. “My master lived inland, tired of the wanderers' life. He farmed. Where was I to learn to shred water?”
“Surely you were near some type of water?”
“Your ocean is not everywhere Kieren!”
He was angry and she did not want that at all. It was not his fault that she lacked such a necessary skill. They had spent too much time angry with one another.
“I don’t know how to swim, okay.”
Kieren turned away from her to collect himself. She had caused an unusual panic within him.
Feeling better, Iona slipped out of her dress and began to wring it out. She started to explain to him how she thought to learn before his return, to even teach herself but the situation never seemed to present itself.
After a while, she realized that Kieren was listening but not to her. He was looking in her direction, but not at her.
He had a strange look on his face.
“Keep talking,” he told her in a low voice, “but listen to what I am about to tell you carefully.”
Something was wrong.
Iona continued to talk, saying mostly things already said. She understood that it was not for his benefit but for whomever he thought was listening.
“In your mind as you talk,” he told her, “I want you to slowly count to five. Then that tree there, I want you to press yourself to the other side of it and cling to it closely. Be silent and do not move.”
With that, he moved swiftly. He picked up his weapon and disappeared. Iona clung to the tree as she was told and squeezed her eyes shut--as if that would cause her to disappear as well.
When she opened her eyes, she snuck a look over the water. What she saw on the other side shocked her and made her catch her breath. Maybe the distance was playing tricks on her eyes. Maybe it was the approach of night. Iona blinked to see clearer.
It was the Dark Man, looking directly at her. He was scantily dressed, but she was sure that it was him.
From out of nowhere Kieren rose up out of the water. If the Dark Man had not ducked, Kieren’s weapon would have split his head. The man quickly turned and faded into the trees. Kieren disappeared into the water.
Iona closed her eyes and secured the position she was told to keep.
She remained silent as she was told. 'What if something was to happen to Kieren?' she thought. Iona’s heart would stop. She could not live without him. She would not want to. Of this, she was certain.
Time passed slowly. Everything was oddly quiet as day shifted to night.
“You failed to obey me.”
Kieren’s whisper in her ear startled Iona. There had been no indication of his approach. With the realization that it was him, she turned around and flung her arms around his neck. He did not allow her to take hold of him, but handed Iona her things.
He avoided looking at her as he slipped back into his clothing. When he shook out the blanket and wrapped it around her shoulders, that simple show of care made her sigh with relief.
“The setting of the sun brings coolness,” he told her from behind, with his hands paused on her shoulders.
He started off in the direction they should go. When she did not immediately follow, Kieren paused and turned slightly. Looking very much the warrior god, his shirt clinging to his wet body and hair still dripping water, he waited.
Iona needed him to look at her.
Their eyes met.
Although his facial expression showed nothing, even the set of his jaw was not flexed; she saw the ice of anger shine in his eyes.
“Come Iona,” he commanded. “This is neither the place nor the time.”
She lowered her head and fell in step behind him.
To be continued…
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My boyfriend is such a jerk. He and I had never been exclusive, but now he wants me to himself. I want my lovers, so he’s out. I was depressed and wanted some attention so I called my ‘friend’ Alex. He came over right away and held me as I cried over the jerk. After venting and bawling for a few hours I excused myself. I went to my room feeling much better; I looked like a train wreck. My eyes were red and puffy and I looked very tired. In reality I was not even close to tired, I was feeling...
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The morning sun bled through the blinds of her small bedroom, casting the room in a bright yellow. Blinking a few times, Joanna moaned out of anger and frustration, the day already starting without her. Taking a deep breath and rolling towards her alarm clock, her frustration only deepened when she noticed the time. As her brain continued the process of waking her up, the alarm clock read 9:30AM, meaning that she was very late for work. Cursing loudly and leaping out of bed, Joanna rushed to...
FetishNote : This story is completely fictional! Well. Today was the day. After all my fantasy stories of making love to my sister Jacquee I was now ready to make my move; to turn my fantasies a reality. I was visiting a friend of mine in Alabama and was introduced to an old mountain woman who was known for her powers of healing and magic potions. If the little backwoods lady was right, my life was about to change forever. And she had better be right; I paid a ridiculous sum for this “love potion.”...
IncestSo here I am....my bestfriend Justin's cock lying on my bottom lip. His hand slowly stroking it as I await for his sperm. His moans fill the room and turn me on even more. My mouth opens as a bead starts to form on his slit on his head of his 7 inch cock. It's creamy white in color. I could hardly wait for Justin to cum in my mouth...I watched a lot of gay porn and saw videos of guys cumming in other guys mouths and it was hot! I came a lot just watching them and now I was about to get a hot...
Day OneBilly, his mother Sara and sister Krissy, moved to the country, theirnew home was quite large but isolated. This didn't bother billy toomuch, living in the country with a forest beside the property soundedlike a lot of fun. He was a bit of a computer geek, where as hismother, who managed to use the internet, really knew nothing abouteither. Nor did his older sister Krissy, so Billy was in charge ofkeeping the families computers working, he was quite good at it too.Billy was barely a year...
Dannielle had decided to finish work at dinner time and go for a drive the long way home seeing as the day was so nice. As she got into her car she thought "i will put the soft top down and get a tan". As she got in the car she looked at herself in the mirror and checked her make up, hair and her top. She had noticed how the boys in the office had been looking her up and down during the day, well she had dressed for the attention. Her tight white top that showed her black bra off really well...
Master Will, I'm writing this to reply to part of this, but I expect your sister will add to this. Fabio just told us that a landing craft recovered Willow and Erica five minutes ago. The craft is about two hours away, and I expect that both of my mistresses will need a shower. They spent two long weeks in the tank. I did ask how they survived. It turns out that the tanks store some dehydrated meals, some water, and even have a system that can collect water from a river and sterilize it....
Having been caught and transformed into my wife's house keeper, the initial excitement wore off. We now slept in separate rooms and I was continually being told what to do. My wife often came home late from work and whilst serving her supper I was convinced I could occasionally smell another man. Part of me didn't care as I was living out my dream of being a full time transvestite. Less than a week had gone by and my breast development was coming on well. I was close to out growing my bra and...
He watched her lie there in post-coital bliss, taking in the glow of her skin as it radiated off her body with the early morning rays that were sneaking through the blinds of their master bedroom. Her breathing was beginning to slow down, her trembling limbs not shaking as much, as she slowly descended from the high of the incredible orgasm her loving husband had supplied her with just moments before. Early morning sex was their thing. Something about his morning wood really got the plumbing in...
CheatingHello readers! Myself Synan from Tamil Nadu and living in one of the best city. Coming to the story, it happened around 6 years ago. I am from a family where both my parents are workaholics. Next to my house is my angel’s house where Kavitha aunty lived. She is in her late 30’s. Her family is very small just like us. She has a son studying in school who is very innocent. Right from my childhood, he used to play with me and our families are closer than ever. I took care of Kavitha aunty’s just...
I opened the door to a booth and saw a white naked homosexual being stood up against the wall barefoot by a much larger African American man and being fucked in the ass by him. I watched as the white queer whimpered in pain as the black man worked his very large, very hard cock, up into the queen’s ass. The faggot kept trying to move away but the black man had him in a head lock, and had inserted his knee in between the faggot’s thighs, to prevent the sissy from closing his legs up, thus...
My Memory... I am so not a morning person and today was not any different. I barely opened my eyes, trying to decide if I should get up or not. My hands feel around the bed and I realize that you are not by my side. I think to myself that maybe you have gone to work. I smile as the memories flood my mind of all the wicked things we did to each other last night. I daydream a little about your tongue and I realize how lucky I am to have found someone that shares my same wicked and perverted...
BDSMWe were out drinking, or at least that was my belief. We were in London, my husband Paul and myself, staying overnight. The Cosmopolitans were going down well, really well in the upscale cocktail bar of the hotel we were staying in. What I didn’t know was what Paul had planned, or how it would change my life. Paul, as most husbands seem to at some time, had mentioned how turned on he was at the thought of me being brought to orgasm by another woman, typical man. I have to admit that sometimes...
Chapter 23 Wouldn't It Be Nice? Thursday morning. Was it really Thursday already? I marveled that my entire life had been turned upside down in the span of a few days. I got up and made myself ready for work. I had two jobs scheduled for today and one for tomorrow. I'd have to start pushing harder to find more work. There would be no more "toys" for me. In the back of my mind I thought that my "savings" would provide me with a certain amount of...
It was time for the well-known top grade dance ball.The preparations for this take more than half a year, starting with dance courses and the general organization of the evening, to which all parents of the students were invited.You could choose a partner for the dance classes, but since I don't count dancing among the things I can do, it was actually more of a thorn in my side to take part.To make matters worse, all the “coveted” girls were already taken or had already been asked - at least I...
My heart races as I pass his door. Will this be the time? Will he come out and talk to me? Invite me in. I try to control my pace, don’t falter, don’t pause, but I look at his door as I pass by. I beg with my eyes for it to open, and for him to be standing on the other side. I have almost worn a path in the carpet of the hallway, racing up and down the stairs, pretending to check on the laundry every thirty minutes, even though I know it takes closer to an hour to finish washing or drying. But...
TabooOur glasses are nearly empty as we nurse the last few sips of our drinks. There it is again, one of those awkward pauses. In the midst of the semi-crowded bar, both of us know why we’re there and what we want to do with, and to, the other. It’s an unspoken sexual ether that hangs in the air between us, both of us knowing the other feels it, too. This would usually be the moment when you would excuse yourself to the restroom just to ease the tension and make your decision in private, the...
He marched her up the stairs, one hand on her upper arm, moving her in front of him to the door at the top. He pushed her aside while he rammed the key in the lock, turning it quickly and flinging the door open, after which he propelled her through the doorway. He closed the door behind them, turning the bolt with a very definite clicking sound. He carelessly tossed down his things and motioned for her to do the same, and then he took her other arm and marched her into the bedroom. He...
Dressed to impress in stunning lingerie, Rebecca Volpetti struts onto the scene! Matt Denae is waiting for Rachel in bed, and when she arrives he just can’t believe his eyes. He’s a lucky man to have such a hot number all dolled up and ready to have a good time with him. Coming in for a kiss, Rebecca caresses her hand over Matt’s cheek. That hand reaches steadily lower, fondling his chest and then lower still. When she reaches her goal, she pulls Matt’s hardon out of his...
xmoviesforyouI was sitting in my first class of the new semester, when in walk the guy who forever changed my world, and to make my day better he sit right next to me. Before he had took his seat I had scanned him over, he had spiky caramel color head with hazel eyes to top it all off. His clothes show off his body well, for I have never seen a man wear black leather pants that made him look like something delicious to eat. My mouth started to water as I watched him walk toward me with the grace of an...
Pick a celeb that's at least 18 and let it flow. You can let them pee You can piss on them only You can shower them in a group They all love golden showers.
The day is hot and we are together down by the creek getting away from it all. We are hot, happy and horny. I love the water and I get into the middle of the creek and lie back in it with the cool water rushing over and by my body. You are sitting on the bank watching me and seeing just the tips of my breasts like they were floating. I spread my legs so the current can rush up against my hot pussy, giving me a thrill. Raising one leg and propping it up on a rock that is in the creek, you could...
Jacquelina Frank Presents: The Day the World Turned Upside Down New York City was in chaos. It had barely been a couple of years after the September 11th terrorist attacks, and now there were reports of mayhem in the suburbs. Airplanes down. Trains derailed in some areas. Houses scorched. All contact lost with the outside world, save for some clumsy radio communications. Into this breach stepped Alan Levy, a 21-year old Jew with a knack for figuring out what went wrong in any...
For instance, she said, did you know that a man can come without ever stroking his cock? Now, usually, this takes a lot of self control, but seeing as you are... indisposed, self control won't be so much of an issue. She ran her fingers down the side of my neck, across my chest and belly. Her tips circled around my cock and balls before drifting under me, tapping my anus lightly, teasing.I felt my face flush at the pleasure that shuddered between my cheeks. Briefly, my hands strain against the...
Summer play at our Farm was limited to a horse tank of cold water, and some old swings out back. I was expected to carry my weight as a farm hand, same as my Sisters and brothers did. Carol had been farming with Dad for 14 of her 21 years. Dennis was only 18 but he managed the cattle and feed grain operation mostly alone. 17 year old Zenieth(Z) was good as a hired hand ,but planned her a life after Collage, not on this farm. I had been pretty well free agent until this season, Baseball was...
IncestCAUGHT: DAY TWO I was right; the night was long and awful! It seemed endless, and not just because of what had happened the previous day. What made it worse were Amy's visits to my room! Four times she came in and repeated her earlier performance, talking to me and stroking me until I was writhing on the edge of ecstasy, begging for relief. At that moment she would then stop and leave me, promising to be back soon. It was early morning when once again I heard Amy's...
Marilyn Grant missed Andy over the next weeks. She didn’t enjoy Hell Week as much as some of the other actives did, but she, they, and even the pledges, got through it. Then, right after the pledges got their badges, she got a little sister, Beverly. She had been one of the brighter pledges, and she’d done less complaining than most during the pledge period. They sat together during house meals for two days before she introduced Beverly to Natalie and Caitlin. They all knew each other, of...
male-female sexual intercourse with a man! My friend is James Worth. James is a handsome, virile man who has confided in about me his bisexuality. And I have likewise confided in James about my feminine, bisexual orientation. We are a perfect match, for James has always wanted as a lover a man who pretends to be a woman. James told me that he often fantasizes while having sexual intercourse with his wife that she is actually a male transvestite. He told me that he always becomes more...
Gloria and her husband John had been married for eighteen years; as a forty nine year old she considered herself past child bearing age and she was happy that she had bore her two daughters at an early age; for both had now left home aged eighteen and seventeen respectively. Gloria was five foot seven tall medium build and raven haired; her crowning glory was her largish breasts; which she was proud that they still had not even shown the slightest signs of beginning to sag; her 38 DD tits were...