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“How long has it been?”

“A long time.” I opened my desk drawer pretending to look for anything.

“Fess up. How long?”

I tried to deflect. “You first. How long has it been since you had sex?”

“This is such an enriching meaningful work discussion that’s vital to completing Nick Shaw’s final report. Isn’t it? Oh, let me answer.” Vivie loved to pry, but she rarely gave up salacious information about herself. “No, it isn’t. But since you insist I go first, you should know that I had sex last Saturday.”

“Shocking, Vivie! Can’t believe you gave it up! And with whom did you share your coitus connection?”

“No, no. You’re next.” Vivie insisted. Although she didn’t tell much ever in the three years I’d known her, she did keep my personal business confidential.

“It’s been a minute.”

“What’s a minute?” Vivie cut across a field to the pending business at hand. “Hey, you’re gonna complete the schedule and footnote seven, right?”

“A year and yes.”

“A year?” Vivie closed her laptop and covered her mouth with her fingertips.

I know the bitch is laughing at me.

“Yea. Now tell me who got your cookie last Saturday.”

Vivie, a brilliant accounting manager with a promising future, was such a skank. She had an underground reputation amongst colleagues of being an easy get. She would never tell it, but those that got always did. Couldn’t believe I was getting the foul tidbits from the cow’s mouth.

“James... His name is James.”

“Oh? Where did you two meet?”

“We met at a club.”

Woo, she is a hoe.

“Met him at the club, huh? That was a one-night stand, or are you two serious?”

“Neither. Vivie has needs, my friend. Sad but glad to say, James is my little fuck toy. We met about two months ago, and we get it in two or three times a week. James isn’t hubby material, but he gives it to me real good. I get the benefits without the hell and hassles, you know.”

“You’re a naughty girl, Vivie.”

“You should get yourself a fuck toy, girl. That will keep you from missing out... on years of smashing. C’mon, let’s go for drinks now and see who we can find for you.”

“No, not me, Vivie. I don’t have it in me to give it up to just anybody from the club or off the damn street now.”

“Aw, c’mon. It’ll be fun.”

“Nuh uh. Plus, it’s Friday, and it’s too cold outside. I’m going home, light a fire, make some dinner, and enjoy a good book. My purse can wait,” I lied. But Vivie didn’t need to know about my masturbatory activities.

“Well, I tried. I’m meeting up with James later tonight. You enjoy your weekend, okay?”

“You too, Vivie.”

*

My ears perked up at the scraping, the dragging of a stool across my hardwood floors toward my kitchen isle. The piercing pitch was sure to leave a gutter in the maple finish that no amount of scrubbing or waxing would cover. Took me six months to strip and re-finish that loft floor. My head dropped, chin meeting chest as the vile screeching came to an abrupt stop. That was a relief short-lived, because the incessant shuffling of hard bottom shoes against bare floors began. There was a thump of a body landing on a stool and then calm.

Stillness matched his silence as he made himself at-home. A loden green and black tweed coat draped over a mystery: his body, his flesh buried. Just beneath the coat, layers of street, last year’s worries, and yesterday’s breakfast were discernible. Not sure how many pairs of pants, underwear, and socks he sported, but he was looking, well, padded – hefty and thick. Thick folds of cold-worn, filth-laden skin made his brown eyes look navy blue. The blue-brown glare cut my soul at its core; probably the sole soul affected amongst hundreds.

Hundreds maybe even thousands of people walked over this man laying on the sidewalk everyday, including me. I’d failed to take the time - to make the time to recognize that the lump I walked over was a human being who deserved decency, cordiality, and respect. I’d failed.

Head down, I watched my crimson painted toenails, bright gold toe ring, and shimmery anklet decorate my sandals. Head down, I watched my toe cleavage pressing from my pumps provide a peek-a-boo that looked like the divide between two breasts heaving from some fancy brassiere or ass crack hanging out of some low-riding jeans. Head down, I watched my ugly, but sensible snow boots make an edgy design in the freshly covered sidewalk. Head down, I sent and viewed hundreds of texts and raised my head up, for a brief moment only, to navigate the walkover.

I cared more about the nuances and reflections of my well-dressed, sophisticated gait than I cared about a lump, a human settled on concrete. Seasons came; seasons went, and I walked over him everyday speechless, uncaring, and cold.

But there was something about the bitter cold that day, something about the ashen sidewalk and cutting winds that made me look at him. On the way home from work, something made me speak to him, a familiar stranger: the recognizable landmark, a lump of a human being whom I did not know. Something made me offer him food, warmth, and a bath, not necessarily in that order.

Surprisingly, it seemed as if he’d forgiven my past transgressions. Maybe he’d never noticed my walkovers, because he quietly followed me home.

“I have decaf going. Thinking a nice tomato bisque and a golden grilled cheese would be good right now. What do you think? Or would you prefer hot cocoa?”

Navy blue-browns stared at me with lips sealed shut. Didn’t receive a head nod or wave off from him for my troubles. I was the recipient of a morbid silence.

“I believe I have some turkey, tomato, bacon, and avocado that I could add to your sandwich,” I added, as I twisted my waist length hair in a tidy knot on top of my head. I opened the refrigerator searching to confirm my proposal. “Are you a purist, or would you like something a little extra?”

Without even looking up from my fiddling in the fridge, I knew that he wasn’t going to respond. Out the frosty window, daylight savings time had already dictated the darkness to set in. And my hasty offer was entirely too far-gone to rescind. He was in my loft, in my space. I had to commit and see this crazed altruistic attempt through.

Really, what (in the name of everything that is right and decent) was I doing inviting in some homeless stranger? The aroma of doom, besides his funk, wafted in the air. I pondered calling my mother or Vivie fearing that I was about to die.

Then it started. As if he were reading my mind, he began striking matches repeatedly. I heard a rip, a strike, an igniting, and then a breath. Hot breath extinguished the orange flickers; wisps of slate smoke followed. He struck a match, another, and then another, throwing the remnants wherever. That was the pattern.

A damn pyromaniac, is that who I’d invited into my house? Is this what I get for extending kindness? Really, did I deserve to have my home torched now?

Rightfully so, righteous indignation settled, because I was not about to allow this stranger to burn me out of my own home. I eyed the fire extinguisher and calculated how much time it would take me to pull the pin, squeeze the trigger, and sweep the hose across the impending flames. Fast forward to the mess this would make: the foam, the smoke, and the homeless man covered in double yuck. I could smell the hot garbage truck juice stink as I fought back a gag.

I took a sniff. Magically, a new aromatic helped my fight. The strong odor of sulfur dioxide seemed to push down the current funk and my freshly imagined diffuser from Bed, Bath, and Beyond: Hot Garbage by Aromatherapy. Then it dawned on me. This man was aware of his raging odor, and he was lighting matches to cover it. He thought the sulfur would alleviate his stench.

Empathetic, I picked up every one of his discarded matches, rinsed them, and threw them away. I snatched the matchbook out of his hand, walked over to the fireplace, and lit three wicks in the center of a large white tea and linen candle to help him out some. I sat the weighty chunk of wax on the counter between us and looked him square in the eye: light brown to blue-brown.

“We’ve put a bandage over this thing; we provided a temporal takeover. The root must abdicate the throne. You need a bath, a shower, and then another bath, you know,” I explained with the intention of receiving verbal confirmation; however, a tap, a nod, or a thumb up would have been sufficient.

Although the question was clearly not rhetorical, the derelict, whose name I would later find out was Adam, remained mute.

Without breaking my gaze, I folded my arms across my boobs, tilted my head to the side, pursed my lips, and shifted my weight to one leg. We had a stare off. He lost.

Adam lost his way, his will to remain expressionless. The cross-stitch in the top of his pilled olive knit cap became visible and then invisible, as his blue-brown eyes scanned my Coke bottle figure. Mesmerized by the roundness of my breasts and protruding nipples, Adam’s eyes rested there long enough to cause his dimples to come out of hiding. His ungroomed mustache and beard veiled his smile. His eerie quietude and reticence masked his intentions.

Silence still? Okay, maybe he doesn’t speak English.

Resolved, I bolted down the hall for the linen closet. From the three rows of perfectly folded and immaculately placed bath items, I gathered two washcloths, a towel, a new toothbrush, toothpaste, and a fresh bar of soap. I returned to the kitchen, opened a drawer, snatched a trash bag, and laid it on top of my gift for Adam. A quick jerk of my head beckoned him to follow. He stood and followed me into the guest bathroom.

“Here you go. You can put your clothes in this trash bag. I have some double XL men’s sweats here that should fit you just fine.”

*

In the beginning, I thought it would last forever.

He pushed the double XL sweat pants to his ankles and tugged on the waistband of his shorts. He took his time unfolding the hardness pressed up against his torso. Flickering moments of candlelight revealed his slightly rounded belly, obviously the result of one too many beers and twenty or so too many Buffalo wings. Nevertheless, the plumpness did not deter his movements, his intentions. In one quick movement, he spit into his hand and began stroking. His eyes, the glare never broke contact with my soul, not for one second.

I did not want to; I really didn’t. But I did anyway.

The décor in the entire loft was monochromatic, all white: alabaster sofas, ivory area rugs, powder bathroom sinks and tubs, and two snow covered bedrooms. White on white layers shielded me from him. A flat sheet, pearl knit blanket, and a snow goose down comforter concealed my nakedness.

Naked and covered, I peeked over the comforter to watch him rub his full length; each stroke ended in a guttural grunt. I shuffled about loosening the tucked sheets from between the mattress and box spring, finally grasping my left breast, my left nipple. I eased the dark date into my mouth. I suckled and practiced nursing the loneliness that would soon follow what we were about to do. The first drops of honey rolled down my cavern, and my vulva ached so that I wondered if I’d started my cycle.

Reluctant, I had to investigate. My cocoa mons was swollen twice its normal size. A single landing strip of hairs lay flat and damp. Midway down my crease felt sticky and ready. I shuddered as I swiped and dipped into my opening with my fingertip. I took a close look at my drippings; they were clear. Instinctively, my finger went into my mouth to relish the sugariness.

And he was standing there, pants around his ankles, staring at my naughtiness. He let go of his strength just long enough to free one leg from its obstacle, and then he made his way toward me, underneath the fluffy cloud. Without a word spoken, he snatched the comforter, blanket, and sheet off me and threw it onto the floor. With one hand, he went back to pulling himself, and with the other, he pried my finger from my mouth and placed my hand on my yoni; he had other plans for my mouth.

When I pressed the palm of my hand into my swelling, my sighing and panting answered his copious grunts. But, the freedom to express my responses was soon restricted and muffled. He began forcing two of his thick pasty white fingers into my mouth. As best I could, I tongued and coated them to ease the thrust-down. His calluses sanded my face as he slid deeper into my throat. My gagging and struggling caused his motions to catch fire, and I knew he was close. Furiously, I pushed and pulled my wrist bone over my mons to share the climax. Bone on bone, I dug into my vulva, rocking my hips determined to match his pace and strokes.

Choking, sequences of rolling, squeezing, and throbbing erupted within my woman parts. Back arched, I stomped into my mattress – squealing and moaning in sync with my glory waves. My uncontrollable movements forced him to remove his fingers from my gullet. He jerked a blur, spasmed, and baptized my belly with ropes of warm leche. Perfumed white tea and linen offered an escape from the pungent aroma of mutual masturbation. The familiar prompted the next move.

Shaking from the intensity of my rubdown, I turned over onto elbows and knees (feet dangling off the edge of the bed); I offered up my bum. But my belly seemed to be his object of interest.

He gathered and scraped his jism from my underside and spread it over my behind. Moist jerks preceded his low rumbling moans as he licked every drop of himself from my freshly glazed ass. His finger grazed my anal opening. I looked at him and commenced to beg.

“Please. Please, give it to me. Please, give it to me in my vee,” I pleaded while my cat throbbed with empty anticipation.

“Have I ever?”

“No. That’s why I’m asking, begging. Please, let me feel you inside my kitten.”

“And you would beg me? You would beg to be fucked in your cat, woman?”

“Yes, I’m begging you now. I’m on my knees begging you.”

“What did I tell you?”

“You told me that you don’t like begging.”

“Precisely. So, I’m sorry, but I won’t be able to fulfill your request at this time, Carmelita,” he stated with no remorse, gave me the finger, and then slid it into his mouth.

I strained my neck to look at him in his eyes, “You won’t ever fulfill my request, will you?”

He removed his thick middle finger from his mouth with a suck, smacked my rear, and then pressed his finger into my ass, “No. I am not the one.”

“Damn! You could accommodate if you had one smidge of compassion. It’s a simple request. This is about give and take. You seem to be doing the bulk of the taking.”

“Last time, love! You knew what you signed up for; don’t play ignorant! And for the record, I have compassion...for your sexy bottom. Now, here’s something for you to take.”

With that, he coupled his sword and finger and impaled my tail. Burning, my flesh was burning. No spit, no lubrication – this is what we’d come to, and I was sick of it. He must have hurt himself to some degree, because he stopped all efforts, spit into my cavern, and softened his approach. His new attempt was successful; his bulbous circumcision eased right in.

Pressing my forehead into the mattress, I held my ass cheeks open, took a deep breath, and relaxed my sphincter. I took in half his length, my usual. But he was determined to sink his entire shaft. Little by little, he drove past the point of my breaking. As uncomfortable as it was, I knew the pull out and shove in would be even more delightful - not. I inhaled as he pulled back; I exhaled as he pressed in – all the way.

“My god,” escaped my lips, and I reminded myself that this was it. I let go of my butt cheeks, and reached for my pleasure, my relief – my cat.

As if he were not in as far as he could go, he put his left foot on the bed and plunged in further. Repeatedly, flesh balls smacked my hands, as I massaged my soggy vee lips and eased three fingers inside kitty. My thumb and pinky deterred its mates from reaching my g-spot, and I was too far away from the night table drawer to grasp a toy. So on the outstroke, I included my pinky in the mix and dug in a little deeper.

The gauge on my back and front read ‘full to capacity.’

He pounded my ass much as I’d imagined him hammering my cat. I traded strokes. He drove in as I pulled out. I pressed in as he backed out. Each movement was a departure from pain; each movement landed in pleasure. The essence, the aroma of hedonism bloomed. Sweat rolled free, and scratches satisfied itches.

It was finished. We were done. He wanted marriage, but I just couldn’t commit. Although we both worked in finance, we were too different. Our commonalities were too thin, and nobody wanted to compromise. I loved an all white; he loved a bright red. I loved everything in its place; he didn’t care where he left his things. I loved sexually diverse experiences; he loved anal sex, period. I was intense; he was indifferent. After three years with this man, my relationship with Michael was over. He left his weekend stuff – clothing, books, toiletries, and miscellaneous crap; Michael never returned to claim a thing, not even me.

One year passed since that night. Now, the sweats, the heather grey double XL men’s sweats belonged to Adam.

*

An hour later, I cracked the guest bathroom door to see what I could see. Then I realized that I really didn’t want to see it, so I shut the door with quickness. The steam escaped though; the moist hot gave me a special sample of what was really going on. The soap fragrance was trying to cover Adam’s Eau de Vagrant, but just barely. For over an hour, he soaked, scrubbed, and then soaked some more, or so I believed. Sounds of water draining from the tub gave me the impression that he was finished. But no, moments later I heard the swish of the shower.

Au revoir, hot water. I didn’t want a hot shower anyway. Plus, there’s nothing like a cold shower in sub-freezing temperatures. So, go ahead...hog the hot water.

My work was waiting on the counter, anyway. I concentrated my energies on preparing something hot to eat with the full understanding that a hot meal would be the only thing hot I’d have for the night. I diced tomatoes, and dropped some slices of center cut bacon into a skillet. The sizzling, the crackling, and the scent of the bacon hypnotized me, transporting me to a place of overwhelming comfort considering the bed I’d made for myself.

I should have grabbed a drink with Vivie. Damn! Why did I do this to myself? Really, all I wanted was a hot shower, a bowl of tomato soup, a grilled cheese sandwich, and a healthy hour or so with my kitty.

I placed the last slice of bacon on the rack to drain, and turned off the burners. The shower was still going on full when I heard sounds from my past. The whirring of Michael’s electric razor and the buzzing of his hair clippers reminded me that his electronic devices were still in my possession.

Adam was taking full advantage – good for him.

Boudoir bound, I took advantage of the time too. My knockers needed a release from the boulder holder. I peeled out of sweater, bra, skirt, and tights and slid into some black yoga pants and a white tee. A fan of neat stacks and lines, I kept moving until my shed clothing transformed into folds of compactness, and then I placed them into the hamper.

Busy was a buzz in the bathroom still, so I stretched out on my bed for just a moment.

*

Adam pushed the double XL sweat pants to his ankles and tugged on the waistband of his shorts. “Are you a purist, or would you like something a little extra?”

Clean and talking now – articulate and tempting in fact. He had nerve standing at my bedroom door – brazen in fact. This - I would never tell Vivie.

“Is head considered a normal ritual or is it something a little extra?”

“That depends on your definition of head,” Adam explained with no shame in revealing his goods. “By the way, I’m Adam, and you’re called?”

“Carmelita.”

“Nice to meet you. Thank you, by the way. Head?”

“Let me see... Head... You might call it the knob slob or rocking the mic. For me, head would involve me looking at the top of your fresh buzz cut from between my legs while your lips meet my lips. It would involve your baby soft dimples massaging my inner thighs while your tongue meets my gem. It would involve your manicured fingers drilling my holes while my juices quench your thirst. Do you require more clarification?”

“Mmm, no I don’t. And to answer your question, head comes before and during the meal. Just tell me one thing.”

“Which is?”

“Do you have condoms?”

“But of course. I’m always prepared and ready.”

“It’s just that simple for you?”

“Being prepared and ready? Yea, it’s that simple.”

“No. I mean do you normally bring home prospects from off the street?”

“It’s a standard of mine. Doesn’t everyone indulge?” I was lying, but I had to see where he was going with his dauntlessness. I should have told him my name was Vivie.

“It’s dangerous behavior, Caramel.”

“Carmelita. My name is Carmelita. I’ve gotten ahead in life by taking risks.”

“I could run with that response, but I’ll let it slide since you’ve been so detailed in your definition and description of head. You need to know that I’ve been watching you for a long time Miss Carmelita.”

“Is that right? Tell me, what’ve you been watching?”

“Your gorgeousness.”

“Any one thing in particular?”

“All of it.”

“And you were hiding a lot underneath that coat,” I stated, noticing that street did a body good.

“Thanks again for the bath, the shower, and the bath. Now, I want to show my appreciation in the best way I know how. Do you approve?”

“Please, show me your gratitude,” I purred as my kitten began to drip.

The Isley Brothers’ song,’ In Between the Sheets’ was playing in my mind.

“Oh, I am. But first, a little foreplay...where are your cleaning supplies - bleach, sponges, scrub brush...you know – for the bathroom?”

And Adam dragged the arm of the record player across the vinyl.

“Um, yea...wow. The supplies are in the laundry room – down the hall and to the right,” I explained with a scowl.

“You have a diagnosis of OCD, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, don’t you?”

What the hell? My Zoloft isn’t in the guest bathroom. Where’s he getting his information?

“Who are you, and where did that question come from?”

“Answer my question first. OCD, right?”

“Yes, but...”

“Let’s just say that I have experience with the disorder. Allow me restore your all white bathroom back to its former state of spotlessness. So that when I return to you, there will be no distractions. Understand? Just relax and I’ll be back in a bit.”

“Sure. But when you return, I’ll require that you expound on your knowledge of my personal business. I don’t know you, and you certainly don’t know me. Your revelation seems to be coming from thin air, and now you want to clean. Clean? Does my house seem dirty to you? I guess it does. So, clean then,” I spouted. Cursing under my breath, I turned over, snatched my trapped clothing out of my turn, and closed my eyes.

One breath later, he was on top of me - naked, in all of his splendid deliciousness. He gyrated and rocked in between my long extended gams until I felt the extent of his breadth. Rolling beads of perspiration added to the flood in my canal. Flesh smashed against flesh, as he rode my clit with his tip.

“Fuck me,” I pleaded.

The Isley Brothers’ ditty, ‘In Between the Sheets’ resumed playing.

Blood-engorged mad bone massaged and pushed around my opening - first a nuzzling on the right, a slide, and then a gliding on the left. His movements reminded me of an inexperienced college boy having difficulties finding the buried treasure, until he repeated his sequence. Then I knew I was in for the most torturous delay.

“Put it in!” I demanded.

He moved his hand to cover my mouth and eased in three fingers, “Not yet, not quite yet.”

My pleas turned to moans as I thrust my hips in an attempt to make him miss his mark.

“Oh no, not yet. You see... I need to consume that pussy that’s been walking over me for well over a year now. I need to devour you from your navel to the beginning of that split on your back. And those feet that you pretty up so nice in the summertime, I need to suck every toe, and then feel the wetness of all ten against my cock. Then, I need to squeeze and feed on those melons you flaunt on the street as if you’re selling something. Finally, I need that pretty little mouth of yours to engage in a face fucking like you’ve never experienced in your life.”

With both hands, he latched onto my face.

“But I need to be fu...”

And he promptly shut down my requests by resting his mouth on my mouth. Grinding and pressing underway, he guided his tongue along the outline of my lips twice before slithering inside to meet my tongue. Tongue chases lead to top lip sucks. Upper lip sucks lead to lower lip bites. Nibbling and licking made me squirm and buck in a fury to catch my prey off guard.

However, Adam wasn’t falling for it, he was the predator. He released his rule over my mouth and began his journey down my body, fulfilling every need he’d expressed earlier. He lapped and kissed a trail from my titty to my kitty.

Breast kneading, nipple pinching, and skin marking gave way to a body tasting. My body offered saltiness from my sweat paired with sweetness from my honey. Kitty’s wings opened on the first tongue flick, and my gem came out of hiding, an amuse-bouche for Adam. A devouring in one mouthful, one movement sparked a massive eruption in my loins.

Adam didn’t permit one minute to recoup from my convulsion; he licked his way down my right thigh and my calf until he reached my foot. He lathered every toe with his dribble, as promised, with slow purposed circular laps that tickled and awakened places I’d been unable to reach during my self-love sessions. He sandwiched his cock between my feet. He held a grip on my toes and a press so tight on my arches, that when he sawed he began leaking milky white: an amuse-bouche for me.

Adam painted my mouth with his cream. Upon taste, the modicum was sugary and suggested that pineapples must have been included in his street intake. The sample made me eager for the face fuck.

I expected him to latch onto my head with both hands again, but he allowed me to lead.

“I’m doing this first, but I need my kitten pounded when I get finished. Agreed?”

“Mm hmm, agreed, Miss,” he responded while propping my back with an extra pillow.

He straddled me and pointed his gun. Although the barrel was right in my face, I launched my attack on the underside of his sack. I sowed butterfly kisses and soft licks. I planted gentle sucks and faint nibbles. With double-handed grasps and twists, I massaged and manipulated his barrel while maintaining my oral position. I sowed, planted, massaged, manipulated, and watered Adam well until I reaped shots of warm emulsion.

“Miss,” Adam yelled out as he came.

“Fuck me now!”

Adam backed down my body, opened my legs, and laid his barrel, the tip at my opening, “Miss!”

“Yes, fuck me! Do it to me now!” I needed to feel the thickness in my kitten.

Adam opened his mouth to kiss me, and his breath smelled like tomato soup and grilled cheese, “Miss?”

*

“Miss, I’m sorry to wake you. You seem to be having quite the dream,” he stated holding a tray of food.

Well damn. That wasn’t even a fraction of a fuck. Oh my god.

“Yea, I guess I zoned out for a moment. You’re talking.”

As I came to, I couldn’t help but notice that my mute houseguest cleaned up well. He was sparkling, smelling fresh, and sexy as fuck. He made the double XL sweats look good.

“Yes, I talk. Are you all right?”

Cold sweat covered my body, and when I went to sit up, I could feel the flood in between my legs. “Yea, I’m okay.”

“I’ve been trying to wake you for a while now. Hey, do you know that you talk in your sleep?”

“Do I?” I was beyond embarrassed.

“Yea, you do,” he laughed.

“Tell me something... what is your name?”

“Adam. And yours?”

“Carmelita. It’s nice to meet you, it’s nice to hear your voice.”

“Thank you for inviting me into your home. While you were sleep, I made you some dinner: tomato soup and a grilled cheese with bacon,” Adam said and handed me a tray with my dinner all laid out.

“Thank you, Adam.”

Adam pushed the double XL sweat pants to his ankles and tugged on the waistband of his shorts. “Are you a purist, or would you like something a little extra?”

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I should have started to worry the minute I told Marsha that Saturday morning that I would be spending a week up at dad's cabin with Lindsey. She took the news far too well and way too calmly. No sulking, no dirty looks, no comments about my skinny fancy pants piece of ass, no threats to cut off my more delicate parts with blunt instruments. Nothing. She gave me a smile, a wink and a bounce of her near ass length long hair as she gave me a big tonsil mashing smooch in my office in the back...

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Faded Card

Copyright Oggbashan January 2005 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary, the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. * * * * * This morning, Valentine’s Day, my post was the usual bills and advertising rubbish except for one large envelope addressed in a hand I didn’t recognise. I took the post through to the...

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I first posted this story on another site I belong to. I have thought about doing a story on Fictionmania for a while and decided this one may be a reasonable starter, but I will leave it up to you to decide. Please enjoy and if you like it, let me know if it's worth continuing. There I was, all alone, unable to move. My wife Amanda and I had been playing about earlier and now I find myself stuck. She had helped me dress and I felt such a sissy. How did I end up in this position?...

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The Missing Toy part 1

It was early Friday afternoon, I had a pretty stressful week and I was feeling a bit horny and looking to unwind. My parents had gone away for the weekend and my sisters had not come home yet. I locked my door turned on a DVD, to mask any noise and to help with the mood, then turned off the lights. I undid my jeans slipped them off my hips let them fall to the floor and walked out of them. Pulled my shirt over my head and threw it on my chair and then undid my bra and left it next to my bed as...

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graham part 3

it seems to be a regular thing now , Saturday night is threesome night in our house , graham arrived at 8 o'clock and brought a bottle of wine and some flowers , hubby laughed and said your not dating her , but i appreciated the sentiment , we poured some wine and started to chat , i didn't even finish the glass before hubby led me into the living room he sat down and told me to kiss graham passionately , ive never really kissed another man before , but graham led the way as we kissed his hand...

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Heavy Is The Head

You are about to embark on an erotic journey; however, you do not know you are about to embark on any journey, erotic or otherwise. To you, you are Will Saxon, bachelor, unlucky in love, but lucky in attaining a broad range of averageness in most other arenas. By day, you are a self-employed IT security consultant, drawing on your years of experience as a data pusher at TechTitan. In your short time as a freelancer, you’ve enjoyed your share of freedom from the middle men – and your domineering...

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It was a few years back when I noticed my 'interests' were getting more deviant. At that time I met a girl, well, woman. She was just over 30, I was 23. Impressed by her confidence and looks I felt intimidated. Working in the same grocery store, there was no escaping this captivating creature. Blonde hair, blue eyes, a smile to die for. Her body was curvy, hips, tits and a round ass. A woman. Not like those girls I was used to.'Layla' and I had to work late most of the week. And in our talks...

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ConvergenceChapter 12 Embassy

Colonel Allen Murphy strode purposefully through the dimly lit halls of the American Embassy. Even in these times, he didn't normally get a summons from the Ambassador in the middle of the night. His eyes were constantly moving, noting every nook and cranny in the shadow-draped halls. He stopped to swipe his card through a card reader that gave him access to the courtyard leading to the residential wing of the Embassy. Goose-bumps rippled up his arms, and a chill ran down his spine, as he...

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The Big Bang

1. In the beginning The Master Looked upon her, and saw she was good.Therefore He took her unto His own, to guide and protect her. And sheclung to Him, desiring to learn, and saying to Him, "Master, I would have itthat You teach me Your ways, that I might be all things to you."2. In like, He answered, "Would you be all that I might ask of you, knowing that what I may ask be difficult and of great test?"She replied saying, "What test could be greater or more difficult thanto be in darkness and...

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Blind Trust

Your mind swirled with thoughts. Work, him, rope, blindfolds, you wanted to trust, but you couldn’t, could you? Is it possible that you could give up control? You and he had discussed it several times. You wanted to, but you just weren’t sure. Being tied up is not what bothered you, it was what you couldn’t you see that worried you. As you pulled into the parking space of the Hotel, you knew you had to do it. Or at least you had to try, just once.He saw you drive into the parking lot. He...

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Satisavitri Meri Mummy 8211 Part 3

Hi readers, mai Ajay aap sab logo ke liye apni kahani ka next part lekar aaya hun.1st or 2nd part me mujhe abtak koi acha response nhi mila hai.Plz meri story padhne ke bad aap jarur mail krna mujje. Ab mai story pe aata hun . Jisne kisi ne part 1,,2 nhi read ki ho to plz read kr lena tabhi ye part aap aasani se samajh skte ho. Karim uncle or meri mummy dono ek dusre ki bahon me jhum rhe the. Kabhi mummy uncle ke upar to kabhi uncle mummy ke upar. Uncle mummy ke pure sarir me apna hath ghuma...

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ValChapter 14

"What in the heck? That's not the kind of stuff you should be talking or even suggesting at the moment. She's still not recovered from her old Man's attack, yet. Shame on you," I yelled. I was going to get up but then Val put her arm around me and sleepily asked? "What's going on? Why all the yelling?" "Don't worry it's nothing serious. My mom is here and I really need to talk to her in private for a little bit. So if you could go upstairs I'll meet you in my room shortly." I...

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When I was a teenager, well 12 or 13 years old my best friend ****d me. This is a true story. I was at my friends house visiting while my mom ran her errands. His dad and step mom were at work so we were at his house alone.After I was there for a while, he started to wrestle me. I took him down to the floor and felt his hardon rub against my arm. I got up and jumped away from him being shocked at his obvious arousal. He tried to grab me but I ran from him through the house. He caught me and...

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SeniorChapter 18 The second cookie

It had to stop; we both knew it. What had begun as a favor to a friend, being a companion, a listener, a protectorate, had escalated from a casual crumb to famishing desire. Megan's boyfriend was half a continent away. She needed companionship; help with schoolwork, and shielding from a multitude of horny admirers. Kelley was three hundred miles away. I needed to feel needed. We made rules: the attraction we felt for each other would be kept submerged. There would be no kissing, no sexual...

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For all of her strong words, Senator Chatham was extremely worried. Her daughter, along with twenty-two other girls, including the granddaughter of Vice President Pearson and the daughter of Representative Daniels, were missing. Their bus had simply disappeared. There was no plausible, acceptable explanation. All of the girls had cell phones, as would the bus driver, the security people, and the four chaperones. The fact that not one of them had placed a call since shortly after they left...

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Jane

Jane Peppers is 28yrs just got a new job as a check out girl at Rudy's Food Mart. She just moved here from her parents house. Moving out on her own she needed every thing for a home but her money was tight. She window shopped a lot and the shoes at Ginger's shoes were the best she had to have them, but at *0 dollars they would have to wait if she wanted to eat. The shoes were to good though so she bought them. Now hungry at work she stole a meal and drink and Wendy saw her. Wendy is the...

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Camping With Mom Part 2

After about an hour and a half, I noticed that her heartbeat still remained rapid, as did mine. I could tell her eyes were still wide open, and I was still thinking of her hot naked body pressed so tightly against mine. It was around this time that I noticed it was cold outside our sleeping roll, which was very wet with our sweat. There was no heavy breeze against our tent, though I still heard the rain dropping against it. As I continued to calm down from what had just transpired, I felt her...

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Aunt Susan

The room seemed warm and smaller than usual. I'd been sitting there for an hour planning it all out. Going over it in my mind with almost military precision. Planning what I would say, how I would do it. Trying in my mind to overcome the crippling shyness that beset me whenever I talked to a woman I really wanted. I was a novice then. 18 years old and with only a few rushed and unsatisfying wanks from the inexperienced hands of fellow novices. But this, this was different. Susan was (and still...

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The English School 2 Stephanies Reminder

This story is for GrassmanRoss, who asked for it, and for Hot-C, who'll probably relish it.Stephanie’s ReminderDuring the next week, Alice and I became very well acquainted indeed. We spanked each other numerous times, ropes and clamps had been applied to nipples and genitals, accompanied by much delightful licking and thrusting.Friday I sat at my desk, correcting papers, when there came a knock at the door. “Come in.”To my surprise, since she wasn’t in any of my classes, Stephanie entered,...

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What in the Hell Was ThatChapter 2

Mom works for Dad at the car lot in the mornings from 9:00 to 12:00 each day, six days a week. Sherry and I always sleep until Mom wakes us for school. I woke up at 9:30 on Saturday and thought I had overslept ... then I realized school was out for the summer and I was off all weekend. Mom had left a note for us, saying she’d be back to get Sherry so they could go shopping. She told me to have a good time and be sure to use protection tonight ... Dang, my own Mom telling me to use a condom,...

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When Bro meets Sis

I pulled my pants down and slipped my finger down to my slit and began to massage it and rub my clit. It didn’t take long for me to cum as I was really sexed up. I believed I was home alone and I moaned out loud from the satisfaction and sensation of a good orgasm. I was pretty wet so I wiped my wetness with my pants and dropped them onto the floor beside my bed. I decided to go commando afterwards and left my pants off. After this I went down to the back yard and played on the...

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Preacherman Ch 3 Angel in Disguise

Cindy returned this kiss and in her mind stated. “Wonder what mother would do if she could see me now?”When the kiss broke she winked and asked, “What are we going to do tonight in our little prayer meeting?”He pulled her close, nuzzled her ear and whispered, “Anything you want Lil-darling.”Cindy couldn’t help but snicker and reply, “Oh we could kneel, and ask for his help to guide us.”“My dear, I don’t think he would offer us any kind of help in the sex department.”“I know, but it sounded...

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Finally Nailed Him

I took in the view of the man lying next to me. Long limbs stretched the length of the bed, long and tanned legs with soft hair trailing up his legs to the full rounded cheek of his arse. His waist narrowed into the soft duvet, pushing his spent cock into the cushioned mattress as he slept. His strong muscled back rose and fell with the regularity and calm of his breathing. I could feel the coolness in the air and so could he. The almost colourless hair at the base of his spine stood erect,...

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PeekaBoo

Hi my name is Thomas and what do you know, I'm a peeping tom. I live across the street from an all-girl college dorm. In each dorm room there are two girls, and this is an exclusive college so all the girls are 18-20 and none of them are fat. One day I bought a telescope and the rest was history. The day I bought the telescope I brought it up to my apartment and pointed it out the window at random. When I looked through it to get it focused I saw hot african-american chick on her bed, totally...

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My Little Buddy My Lover

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Friendship Gone Wild

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Deciding MomentChapter 48

"Sir!" the woman said as she ran down the hall. "We need you back at the com center." "What now?" "Visuals. It's not John." Armstrom ran back to the room. "Get the team on the radio, tell them not to proceed. Do not proceed. Wait for further orders." It was a tense seven minutes. There were eight people who knew that a helicopter had just landed. It was one that no one was expecting, and it had unknown occupants on board. "Sir? Regulation uniforms." "Do not proceed. We...

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The Motorcycle Ride

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Road Trip With Truck Driver 8211 Part 2

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Mrs Preston

I watched them move in: her husband would help the movers carry stuff in while she would just stand and watch. A few times, when the husband had disappeared into the house, I saw her slip into the back of the moving van and run her hand over one of the movers’ biceps and chest. She had on a low-cut top with skimpy shorts. One of them, the one in charge, must have been in his mid 20’s; the other guy, his helper, was in his late teens about my age. She let the younger mover put his hand...

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Tales from Freedonia

Two hours into the train ride to his soon-to-be home country and Randy Bishop was starting to wonder what all the fuss was about. He had just gotten up from his seat aboard the Freedonia Express to give his legs a much needed stretch, and, doing his best to maintain his balance, worked his way towards the back of the train in search of the train's commissary and lounge. In addition to his person on the train's upper deck, Randy's entire life possessions were carefully packed in the baggage cart...

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The Sisterhood of Athena Chapters Four and Five

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Never done this before PT2 Gay

After my first experience with "H", I couldn't get him off my mind. For some strange reason though I felt guilty about the experience. I felt guilty that I enjoyed it so much. I felt confused and scared. I had convinced myself that these feelings were because this lifestyle simply wasn't meant for me. So I tried to cast these desires out of my mind. "H" and I had exchange numbers after our first meeting so we stayed in contact from time to time, but we hadn't hooked up again since that one...

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Black VelvetChapter 3 Wine and Dine

The negotiations dragged late into the morning, Jules and Bozka sitting around one of the carved tables in his dwelling while Yuta and the Marines milled about outside. It wasn’t that they were prohibited from sitting in on the discussion, but the recent events and their strange new environs were of far greater interest than drawn-out political discussions. Not only was going through the conventions and ensuring that the Patriarch understood them all a difficult and time-consuming task in...

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