Into the darkness
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Pressure expelled him from the comforting warmth of the upper mantle, crashing through hard layers of sedimentary rock until he geysered into the atmosphere, held aloft on a pillar of scalding lava and indescribable pleasure.
But why am I naked?
Reflexively, his hands flew downward to protect his vulnerable genitals, only to be impeded by a riot of softness oscillating up and down at a furious pace. Some sort of demonic terror was fiercely tugging on the end of his cock, trying to consume his life essence, and for lack of any better defense he thrust his mighty spear upward, trying to skewer whatever foul beast was feeding on his energy and endangering his very existence.
The attacker groaned. Gulped. Swallowed. Shuddered. And then released him, softly moaning his name.
It knows my name?
Floating back to the earth through soft clouds of bliss, he came to rest on stable ground and opened his eyes. Kathryn was right where she promised she’d be the night before, hovering over his throbbing shaft and lapping at every dollop of cream oozing from his oversensitive rod. Though he couldn’t quite see her mouth, her glittering eyes assured him that she’d experienced just as much pleasure as he had. Perhaps even more.
“If it makes you that happy, I might never offer you actual food again.”
“Finally, a diet that appeals to me.” With a loud smack, she sucked the last drop from his shrinking organ and rolled from the bed. To his surprise, she was dressed in her usual cellar attire of form-fitting yoga pants and a breast-hugging t-shirt ... an outfit he’d found all too distracting even before he’d fully explored the delicious terrain it obscured.
“You’re dressed. You’re... dressed? Why are you dressed? Did I snore?”
“A little bit, but I assure you that it was adorable snoring.”
“You’re lying.”
“I’m actually not, but please don’t take that as an invitation to challenge my tolerance. Anyway, I’m dressed because I have to go. I have way too many things to do, and your magnificent cock has prevented me from doing any of them for days upon end.”
“What time is it?”
“7:04, and I’m terribly sorry.” When his brow furrowed in sleepy confusion, she explained, “I was aiming for seven on the dot, but you were muttering some sort of nonsense about geological formations and I found it too strange and endearing to interrupt.”
“I was ... what ... wait, I was?”
“As I said: adorable. Now, I have several things to tell you. Are you awake enough to pay attention, or do I need to take the time to inject coffee into your arteries?”
He slid backwards and propped himself against a pillow, slightly put out by her unannounced departure but sensing her seriousness. “I’m awake enough. What’s up?”
“I thought I could put it off until later, but before I started blowing you this morning I began tallying everything I have to get done before next week and it made me panicky. Sorry. I really don’t want to leave, and I promise I’ll make it up to you later. But for now, just listen.”
“Listening.”
“So, let’s start with this. The ridiculous amount of sex we’ve had over the last few days ... there’s a reason for it beyond the simple fact that it’s exactly what I wanted and needed. To my immense regret, however, it’s about to be on hold for a while. Next week I have to focus on my charities, as four of them are holding board meetings and three of them are throwing galas. I’m going to be occupied by meetings during the day and fundraising events at night. Moreover ... well, here’s my one allowance per day: Bill’s going to be home most of the week.”
Though his face clouded, he attempted to cover it with a brave solemnity he didn’t quite feel. “I understand.”
“I’m sorry, Luke, but you know how it has to be. Anyway, I’m not going to be able to be with you until that changes. Not alone, at least, and not even in the way we were before ... well, before. I suggest you take the opportunity to work, because despite my heartfelt eagerness for you to extend your engagement as long as you can, it’d be better to get as far ahead as possible now so you can let things slow down later on. That said, I’m not going to be able to help you for at least a week, so if you find that you can’t work all that quickly, I’m happy to be a convenient excuse.”
“Uh ... right. I mean, okay. Yes, I’ll work. I did give an estimated timeline, after all, and it doesn’t look good if I’m nowhere close to it.” Sigh...
“Well, good. Unfortunately, it gets worse ... and I hope you’re ready for this, because I’m sure not. Sunday night, you’re invited to dinner.”
No. “I ... but...”
“No buts. If you’re struggling — and I know you are — just think about how hard it will be for me. But you have to do this. I know it, and so do you. It’s part of the price, or the penance, or whatever else you want to call it.”
Luke sighed in surrender, though he was having a hard time looking her in the eye. “You’re right, I do know it. To be honest, maybe a few hours apart will give me an opportunity to figure out just how the hell I’m going to manage it.”
“Again, try to remember that I’m in an even more difficult position. I...”
He held up his hand. “You don’t need to explain. I get it. I do. I’ll make it work, somehow.”
“I hope I don’t need to remind you that...”
“Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me.” Even as he spoke, he recognized the casual cruelty in saying “your” rather than “our,” but he didn’t feel awake enough to find a more polite way to express his turbulent emotions.
To her credit, she took his hand. “I heard what you said, and I accept it. But it’s still our secret, and you know it as well as I do. Please believe me: I don’t want to stop. I want to be with you as much as possible. As soon as I can, I will.”
Don’t be an ass. Be mature. For once since you took this benighted job, be an adult. “I know. I feel the same way. It’s just ... it’s hard, you know? But I do recognize that it’s worse for you. I’ll be fine. Don’t worry.”
“Good.” She seemed doubtful, but pressed on. “Anyway, we have tonight. Let’s make the most of it.”
“Tonight? Just tonight? But I thought ... I mean, I thought he wasn’t...”
“Sadly, yes. I have to make sure I get enough done that I don’t descend into panic tomorrow, as that’ll not only endanger my work, but also increase the likelihood that I won’t be able to navigate my emotions when the two of you are in the same room. And I really do mean tonight, not tomorrow morning. Bill comes back tomorrow evening, and as I said yesterday...”
“I know. I ... I get it. No reason to make it harder or more confusing for everyone. Tonight, then. I’ll try to make sure it’s memorable.” He was still trying to put on a brave face, but in truth he felt the return of an intense wave of guilt that their frenzied coupling had almost completely forced aside.
Smiling through their tension, she countered, “It might be more memorable than you realize. Come over at five. We’ll work up a sweat, I’ll make dinner, and at some point I have a few things I want to do with you. Special things. Things I hope ... well, no. Let them be a surprise. But come over at five. Bring a bold, medium-bodied red. Oh, and no touching yourself before dinner. You’re my appetizer, after all.”
“I feel so used.”
She just winked. “Finally, take this and put it on a shelf, or in a drawer, or wherever. Somewhere you’ll know where it is when it’s needed.”
Curious, he examined what she’d handed him. It was a plain white envelope, sealed, with a hastily scrawled message on the front: When she tells you she knows.
“What’s this?” he asked in utter bewilderment. “Who’s ‘she,’ and what’s she supposed to know?”
“All your questions will be answered in time. See you later, sex god.” And then, after a long, soulful kiss, she was gone.
Luke took longer in the shower than was his norm, for his heart and mind were a riot of conflicted thoughts and emotions. I’ve grown so very used to her being here. After he emerged and dressed, he checked his phone to find a series of increasingly impatient texts from Wendy. Answering them one by one seemed likely to result in confusion, so he took a chance and gave her a call. To his surprise, she picked up immediately.
For a few minutes their banter proceeded as it usually did: her teasing and abusing, him laughing and deflecting. But as her references to, and questions about, Kathryn grew more explicit and more persistent, Luke’s answers diminished to dubiously responsive monosyllables. Her tone turned suspicious by stages until, at last, they fell into a wary silence. When she finally resumed speaking, her voice was full of weariness and defeat.
“So, I was right the last time I saw you. It was already too late.”
“Are you ever going to explain what you mean by that?”
“At this point, Luke, I really shouldn’t have to.”
“So that’s a no?”
She sighed heavily. And then, with an edge: “Luke, I want you to promise on the continuing existence of our friendship that you’ll answer my next question honestly.”
“Jesus, Wendy, why so intense?”
“Do you know what you’re doing?”
“I ... what do you mean? Doing what?”
“Rat bastard. Motherfucker. Lying sack of shit. You promised on our friendship that you wouldn’t lie to me, and then it’s the very first thing you do?”
“I’m not lying! I’m just not sure what you’re talking about.”
Another sigh. “Yes you are. Though I suppose that, in your tiny little brain, you’re only trying to be honorable and respectful. Which would actually be admirable if you weren’t being the exact opposite.”
Now he was nervous, for this struck far too close to home. “Wendy, what ... I don’t ... what do you...?”
“Ah. Got you there, didn’t I?”
“I don’t...”
“Luke ... fine. Fuck it. I suppose I can respect your reluctance to blab. Most dudes would be announcing it with skywriting.”
Luke was silent, for it was all too clear that she saw right through him. How did she know? Moreover, how did she know from the very beginning, even before I did?
“I’ll give you one more chance, but only one. I really mean it this time. Tell me the truth, or our friendship is over.” Acknowledging the inevitability of his defeat, he assented. “Obviously, you two are having sex.” His extended silence was eventually interrupted by, “Usually, I’d take that as a yes. But after the bullshit you just pulled, I need to hear you say it out loud.”
With a giant exhalation of bottled-up tension, he admitted the truth. “Yes. We are.”
“Since when?”
“Well, that’s a difficult question to answer.”
Her response dripped with contempt. “I see. So you don’t remember the first time you had sex with Kathryn Lloyd Maddox ... unquestionably the most beautiful woman either of us have ever known, the woman you’ve been desperate to fuck since the moment you met and the reason you took the job in the first place, hoping for this very outcome. I totally believe you. Luke, I ... I’m afraid you and I...” Worried that she was about to hang up on him, he resorted to desperate pleading.
“No, wait! Wendy, please just wait. I am being honest. It’s a complicated answer because it depends on what you mean by...”
“You can fuck right off with that Clintonian bullshit, Lucas Bronson.”
“Sorry. I’m sorry. You’re right, but it’s still complicated.” He took a deep breath. “The first time either of us touched each other with sexual intent was a week ago Wednesday, though it took another week before I knew for sure it was intentional. The first time we had, uh, intercourse was Tuesday night.”
She seemed only slightly mollified. “Thank you for finally being honest with me, at least.”
“I’m really, really sorry, Wendy. I don’t want to lie to anyone, and I really don’t want to lie to you, but if this gets out, it could be catastrophic for everyone.”
“Well, naturally. That’s what happens when you fuck a married woman.”
Now he was on the defensive. “It’s not like you haven’t done the exact same thing. More than once, too.”
To his surprise, she laughed. It sounded neither sarcastic nor bitter. “Are you seriously using me as a moral compass? Christ, Luke, I thought you were better than that. My brilliant life choices have led me to ... well, what exactly? Running a barely profitable bar in a ‘transitional’ part of town, working all by myself for the majority of every single day, and trolling apps for anonymous hookups because I’ve already banged too many of the people I’ll run into should I dare set foot in a dyke bar. Listen, pal: I’ll accept the rebuke if you can tell me that the next thing I’m going to say is wrong. I haven’t gone into a single one of those relationships thinking about anything other than getting laid. But you ... what you’re doing with Kathryn is a lot more than just fucking. A lot more. Am I right?”
Once again his silence spoke volumes, but this time she didn’t bail him out. Finally, he sighed. “Wendy, I just ... I don’t know what to do anymore.”
“Yes you do. You’ve known all along. You knew when they asked you to take the job, you knew when you signed the contract, you knew when you showed up on their doorstep, you knew when she paraded around in her bikini, you knew when she snuggled against you on the boat, you knew when I yelled at you in your wine-soaked erotic hideaway, and you knew when you ... well, tell me: what was the first thing that happened? Last week, I mean. Be specific. If I can’t approve of your decisions, at least you can give me some good Hitachi material.”
Unto the end of my days, I’ll never understand how her mind works. “Long story short, I gave her a foot massage that turned dangerously intimate. She fled. I thought it was because I’d gone too far and made her uncomfortable. Later that night she came back, snuck up behind me, and ... took matters into her own hands.”
“Hot. Was she drunk?”
“Yeah. Quite drunk, actually.”
“Were you?”
“Yes.”
He could hear Wendy’s tongue tapping random sequences against her teeth. It sounded like she was calculating something. “I see. Well, that doesn’t quite count, then. The booze granted permission to do what you both wanted, but it probably wouldn’t have happened if you were sober.” As when she’d yelled at him in his apartment, Luke wondered how serious she was about including Kathryn in her accusations of intent. “And then?”
“The next day, while we were working, she seemed uncomfortable even beyond her obvious hangover, but she very clearly denied any knowledge of how the previous night ended. At one point, she escaped upstairs as if she was about to be sick. When she didn’t come back, I followed her upstairs to see if she was okay, or if there was anything I could do. I found her in the bathroom, but she wasn’t sick. She was masturbating. And then I ... well, it was my turn to give her a hand, so to speak.”
“Super hot. Was she drunk then, too?”
“Completely sober. Both of us.”
“Okay. So that was the moment you both decided you didn’t care about the consequences.”
“I don’t know if that’s right, actually. Me, maybe. But I’m not sure about her. I was ready to keep going, but she ordered me out of the guesthouse, and while I was gone she disappeared. Left the property entirely, in fact. Eventually, I got so concerned that I had to call Bill and ask where she was.”
“And how did that make you feel? Asking the husband where his wife — the woman you’d just finger-banged — was, I mean?”
Ouch. “Wendy, stop it.”
“Fine. Finish the story the way you want to tell it. But I’m not letting you off the phone until we’ve had a conversation.” The way she said the word was so ominous that he almost couldn’t proceed.
“Well, uh ... anyway, I was still worried that I’d been too aggressive or presumptuous, and that I’d ruined everything. I even wondered if I’d be let go.”
“A natural conclusion. Unless you’re on a porn set, banging the boss’ wife is rarely a solid employment strategy.”
“Wendy, please...”
“C’mon, Luke. If you weren’t the current target of my sarcasm you’d be saying the same. You’ve dished out plenty of snark with me over a little too much wine, on scores of occasions. Now it’s your turn to take it — you’ve certainly earned it — and suddenly you can’t handle it?” She’s probably right, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it. “So where’d she go? No, hold on, let me guess: girls’ trip to wine country?”
Wow. “How could you possibly know that? Have you already talked to her?”
“No, and there’s no need. You know how most women find men pathetically predictable? I don’t know if it’s lesbian intuition or what, but, to me, straight women — or straight-ish, because I know she’s eaten some pussy in her day — are just as predictable. Your girl Kathryn ... she’s different in a lot of really interesting ways, and I can certainly understand why you weren’t able to resist her, but in other ways she’s just a woman after all.”
“But how did you know that...?”
“Did she tell you all about it?”
“Yeah, but...”
“Then let me flesh out the tale, and afterwards you can tell me what I got wrong. They stayed in a nice little private resort ... or wait, no: a rented luxury home, so they could cook and drink and relax without being interrupted by housekeeping or the need to remember their room numbers. Food, wine, spa treatments, chauffeured trips to and from wineries ... the whole package. Day one, everyone’s relaxed and having giggly fun, because they left all their troubles back home, and it’s such a relief to not have to look them right in the eye every single day. That night, when everyone’s more than a bit tipsy, racy little anecdotes start to sneak out. One by one they push the boundaries a little harder, because girls get competitive in groups, and every one of them wants to ‘reluctantly’ admit the juiciest, most shocking indiscretion, but not so shocking that the others turn on them. ‘Teehee, aren’t we misbehaving, isn’t this just like the old days when we were all single ... or at least able to fake it if presented with a sufficiently hot hookup?’”
“The next day, sober and a little tired — because at their age they don’t usually stay up so late or drink so much, though I’d wager your Kathryn’s an exception to that rule — the more serious bitching starts in earnest. John’s gaining weight and won’t go to the gym. Bob’s not the attentive lover he used to be, which makes me wonder if he’s having an affair. Bill’s never around, because he’s working way too much. He is working too much, isn’t he? He’s away from home all the time? She’s lonely, frustrated, and unfulfilled, emotionally and sexually?”
Amazed at her perceptiveness, he answered, “Uh, yeah. He’s...”
“I don’t need you to fill in the details. He’s not my concern in any of this; you are. Anyway: later that night, back in the confessional embrace of Bacchus — and they’re drinking harder than the night before, because now it’s not just escapist fun, it’s about numbing the pain and the anxieties and the affronts — the real truths start to come out. Betty’s talked to a divorce lawyer. Not seriously, just assessing the terrain. Kelly and John fight all the time, even about insignificant little things, because arguing is all they have left. Susie’s wearing low-cut tops with no bra around the hot landscapers, hoping they’ll notice ... which they have. Kathryn’s thinking about banging her wine consultant.”
He grimaced, but she pressed on.
“The next day, it’s all about hangovers and regrets. They keep doing the wine tours, or the spa, or whatever, but it’s not as much fun as it was the first day because everyone’s in their own head, trying to decide what to do. When they finally reconvene they’re floating audacious trial balloons, daring their friends to grant permission ... or, alternatively, to talk them out of it. And they do both, depending on the story and how closely it mirrors their own problems. Betty’s backing away from the idea of divorce because of the kids, but now Kelly’s considering it for the first time. Susie still wants to fuck the landscapers, but she’s afraid. Unfortunately, it’s not because she’s concerned about cheating on her husband; she’s sure she could get away with it. No, she’s worried about her friends finding out and thinking she’s a slut. After all, Susie’s been very careful to avoid being known as a slut since that night back in college when she got drunk and took on six dudes at a party, even though she’d already started dating the guy she eventually married.”
“Meanwhile, Kathryn’s looking at the calendar and realizing her husband won’t be home very much over the next few months, but that the virile young stud who obviously wants her so very badly is available all day, every day. Suddenly, she’s resolved: she’s going to do it. Everyone bonds over the unhappiness of their lives — whether or not they’re actually all that unhappy — after which come the hugs, fake girl-power bullshit, and a lot of theatrical crying about how they never see each other anymore but they’ll always have each others’ backs, blah, blah, blah. Everyone goes home feeling supported and empowered to do something they weren’t necessarily going to do until the trip somehow gave them permission, even though that permission was only granted inside their own heads. So tell me: was that exactly how it happened?”
Jesus fucking ... how the hell did she intuit all that? “I can’t believe you can just...”
“Shut up and answer the question. Was it?”
“Yes. I mean, some of the details were wrong, but yes.”
“And so ... wait, let me guess this part, too. When she came back, it was her that took things to the next level. Right?”
How can she know any of this? “It was, yes. I came upstairs and she was waiting in my bed, naked.”
“Of course. At that point, there’s no possible way you could say no.”
“Are you suggesting that I could have?”
“No, no, no. Kathryn Lloyd Maddox in your bed, naked and horny ... there might not be more than a few dozen people on this earth who could resist her. Hell, I know some gay men who’d wouldn’t be on that very short list. In that situation, she holds a royal flush and everyone else has a five.”
“Well, you’re right. I couldn’t have resisted even if I’d wanted to.”
“Especially as it was your entire purpose in taking the job to begin with.”
“You keep saying that, but no it wasn’t,” he objected. “I mean ... yeah, I was obviously thinking about her that way, and I certainly fantasized about her often enough, but it was something I only thought about, not something that I actually believed might...”
“Bullshit. Such self-serving bullshit.”
“Wendy, why are you so angry at me? Didn’t you tell me that you’d have sex with her if you could? Wouldn’t you still? What’s the difference? Are you jealous or something?”
“Yes, I did say that. Yes, I still would. No, I certainly wouldn’t have made a different choice if I found her waiting in my bed. Yes, I’m jealous. And by the way, jackass, I’m not actually mad at you for the reason you think. I thought I was, but now I see that I’m really not. I am more than a little upset about you trying to lie to me, but I’m not mad about you and Kathryn fucking, because I knew all along that it was going to happen. I’m mad because I thought I could talk you out of it, which was stupid of me. I was painfully wrong, maybe because I didn’t have the strength of my own convictions and my arguments couldn’t bear the strain of my hypocrisy. But still, despite all your bullshit, you’re supposed to be my friend and I had to at least try. Which, by the way, I’m going to do one more time before I give up. Luke, you know that this is a terrible, awful, no good idea, right? Please, please, please at least tell me that you know that much.”
All his turmoil and internal conflict came bubbling to the surface. Damn her. Everything is so good. Why is she trying to ruin it? “I know. Objectively, I do. But ... fuck, Wendy, you told me not to lie. The truth is that I’m not even sure about that. I know I should feel guilty, and I often do, especially when I’m alone, but deep down? I should feel a lot worse than I actually do. Guilt kept me on the straight and narrow for a while, but now? I ... I guess I don’t feel bad enough, if that makes sense. Does that make me a shitty person?”
“Well, you tell me: how do you feel when you’re talking to your dear old family friend Bill Harris? Do you feel like a shitty person then?”
“Ouch. That hurts. I know I probably deserve it, but ouch, Wendy.”
“Well, you know what they say about the truth. Does he know? Wait ... do they have an open marriage? That would change everything. I might even have to apologize to you.”
Wouldn’t that be nice? “No, he doesn’t know, or at least I don’t think he does. Kathryn was kinda weird about it, saying that if he figured it out he’d probably ignore it. To my knowledge, though, they don’t have an open marriage. If they did, I think she would’ve told me by now, considering what we’re doing. Though she also told me, once, that she wouldn’t care if he had an affair either, as long as he was honest with her if she asked. So maybe he feels the same way? I dunno, I feel like I’m grasping for justifications and excuses.”
“At least you realize it. Are you her first? Extramarital affair, I mean?”
“She says I am. In fact, she says this is the first time she’s ever cheated on anyone. For what it’s worth, she also claims that what we’re having isn’t an affair.”
“Really? Well, this should be good. What does she call it, then?”
“Her exact words were ‘it’s not an affair, it’s separate.’”
“Ah, the glories of sexual apartheid. You should change your name to Jim Crow. There’s no way it’s a two-way street, then. She’s determined to do you no matter what, and whether or not he has his own side piece, she doesn’t want him to find out.”
“Well, I obviously can’t ask him about it. Especially not now.”
“No. No you can’t. That bridge is already on fire. But even if he never figures it out, you’ll always know. You’re not a psychopath, after all. Once you stop fucking her, you’re going to feel guilty about it for the rest of your life. I hope you’re prepared for that.”
“Once we stop?”
“Christ, now you’re being a dumbass again. What do you think the endgame is?”
“I guess I haven’t thought about it.”
“No, of course you haven’t. That’s what I was trying to explain when I was yelling at you, but you wouldn’t listen. And unless your brain stops vacationing in your dick and moves back between your ears, you never will.”
“Do you think it’s going to end badly?’
“For one of you, a one hundred percent chance. For two of you, something uncomfortably close to that. For all three of you, still higher than fifty percent. Maybe the best you can hope for is that it doesn’t end badly for absolutely everyone involved, immolating your families, your friends, your professional reputations...”
Jesus, she’s being dramatic. “So what are you really saying? That you think I should stop?”
“Is there a word or phrase in any language that would make you walk away the next time Kathryn begs you to fuck her?” When no answer seemed imminent, Wendy snorted and continued, “That’s what I thought. No, Luke. I’m not telling you to stop, because what would be the point? I’d just be wasting my breath.”
“But ... okay, what if I tried to talk her into being the one to end it? Or maybe you could talk to her, and...”
“You can fuck right off with that shit. I’ll do no such thing, and never, ever ask me to do something like that again. Anyway, there’s nothing I could say that would change her mind, either.”
“Why do you say that?”
“How can you be such a moron? Really, how can you possibly be this dumb?”
“Wendy, what...?”
“She’s been planning this since the night she met you. This is the reason she hired you.”
What? “No, but that’s ... no, wait, she said that...”
“You’re about to say something incredibly stupid that suggests women are above devious machinations in the pursuit of a little strange. I suggest that you keep that sexist trash to yourself.”
“So you actually think she intended to cheat on Bill all along?”
“No, dear, because she’s not cheating. It’s not an affair, it’s separate.” Her derision was like a container of acid splashed across his face, and he hated it.
“Do you mean that she maneuvered me into this position? Like she sprung some sort of trap I was too besotted to see until it was too late?”
“No, no, nothing like that. You’re taking what I’m saying the wrong way. I think both of you went into this legitimately believing that you could restrain yourselves, as deranged as that belief was. But deep down, you also both went into this intending to finish what you started at my bar. You took the job so you could fuck her, she invited you to stay on the property so she could fuck you, and now — quelle surprise — you’re fucking. Mission accomplished! Honestly, the most shocking thing is that it took this long.”
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When school resumed after New Year's, Ashley Summers asked Steve to follow her into the empty hallway at the beginning of her class. "My friend that goes to the gym where I met Larry called me yesterday. She told me that she heard that he had an accident. He fell down the stairs on New Year's Eve and broke his left arm, a couple ribs, and his nose!" "Gee, that's too bad," replied Steve in a noncommittal tone. "Maybe he had too much to drink." "Steve! You know damn well that jerk...
“And that’s about all of it,” Smythe finished with a sigh. He’d just told Aran, Elaina and Amina about the recent events at the Chapel, including the darkspawn attack and the timely arrival of Solovir. Aran whistled softly. “Sounds like you had a close call, there.” His eyes reflected the concern Smythe could feel in him. “It’s fortunate that this Solovir appeared when he did.” “You could say that,” Smythe replied brusquely, shrugging off the memory of being squashed beneath the Troll’s...
Your humble slave is so honored that you have chosen me to love and to tutor in the ways of sex, love, obedience...I don't deserve your attention in any way, but I am so glad you are bestowing it on me....I will strive every day to please my master in my words and my actions...both sexually and non, both in BDSM scenes and at all times...I love that you are a real man - one who can take charge and lead me and be the Master that you are...I know there are times when Master will be frustrated...
Riding had always seemed to me to be a very erotic experience. The repeated thumping of the hard saddle against my crotch stimulated my clit and my imagination. With my legs spread wide apart across the thick body of Max, my stallion, I could close my eyes and imagine the hips of a gorgeous blonde adonis crashing into me. I had a small, but really well developed body, which made grown men look twice and get that look on their face, the one that meant `Boy I'd like to Fuck her!'I was only about...
Hi my name is Rahul I am 21 years old 6 feet Tall well built I am a MBA student and my Didi is 4 years elder to me her name is Smitha she is 25 years old and is working in a Play school as a teacher. Today I am going to narrate a story of my first time sexual experience with my Didi. It started 3 years ago when I was 19 years old and my Didi was 22 years old. Before I actually start narrating the incident I want to tell you that I belong to a middle class family where both our parents are...
IncestHelen had hosted the Thorntons, Murphys, and Johanssons at the Turner home for Christmas Eve. Jake had a wonderful time. It was easy to be happy surrounded by people as good as these were. They attended midnight Mass together then parted ways at the church steps, full of the spirit of the occasion. Christmas morning was more of the same as Melissa and Jake sat by the tree passing gifts to his newly extended family. At ten, the Diazes dropped in bringing gifts and homemade cookies. Jake...
When I saw Erin kiss Lindsey my penis was instantly hard again. Lindsey was 5 foot 8 130 pounds with a very athletic body from her soccer career at our school. She had large C almost D cup breasts and blonde hair complemented by her blue eyes. I got up and set out to add Lindsey to my newly started slut list. She was dressed in tights and a very short dress she was supposed to be some kind of disco girl, but all it look like to me was a sluts cry for awakening. Lindsey like Erin was a virgin...
"Hey, where we going, kiddo?" Bob asked Lani as they walked quickly down the hill toward the Village. "I don't know and I don't care. I just want to get the hell out of this damn place!" she answered with unabated fury. "Ahh, calm down, Lani, it's not the end of the world, you know." Lani whirled to him, with fire in her eyes. "Well, it may not be the end of the world to you! It may just be another good piece of tail to you, you animal! But it's pretty goddamned important to...
CROSSDRESSING CHARLIE Episode 10 PRUDENCE SVAHNSTROM The moment that Charlie was told that he would be moving out of his current home he could not help but feel a little sad at first. However, the more he thought about the prospect the more it made him feel hopeful for a brighter future. For so long he had been stuck in a never-ending chasm of darkness and now there was a light at the end of the tunnel. It was something to look forward to, something to root for and above all else a...
Sitting in my brand new BMW-X6, I was enjoying the beauty of the Sharjah cornice in the evening. My mind was traveling backwards through last two years, when I decided to transform my life from a staff nurse working 12 hours a day for making an earning of just US$ 680 a month to a high flying Air Hostess earning an average of US$ 28,000/- a month. I am Reena, an Indian House wife from a village side of Kerala in south India. Even though I am a mother of 4 year old boy and I am 29 years old I...
Sally and I were sitting in the back yard of our new house. A table just big enough for two was laden with a very delectable meal. The sun was just grazing the western skyline of the city as we began our meal. Music drifted to us through a small stereo I had setup on the back porch. A warm breeze swept only a minute portion of the Texas heat away from us. We both sat there eating and sweating. It had been months since my trip to New York. My interview in the early morning hours on the...
. . . Prologue One hundred years ago, the war against the undead began. No one knows where it originated from, but a virus blossomed somewhere in the USA, spreading so fast that even trying to identify Ground Zero was a fruitless endeavor. The infected would lose all sense of sanity, their memories and feelings eclipsed by madness and a hunger for flesh. The disease took hold through access to the blood stream, most often through bite wounds, completely corrupting the host in a matter of...
Whitney Wright Is Craving Anal From Mr. 10” Chris Diamond! Looking like a vintage showgirl Whitney’s wearing velvety black lingerie with matching gloves and high heels as she dances in the sun. She makes her way around the pool as Whitney teases you with her titties until Chris comes in and lets her suck on his massive cock. Whitney rubs that dick all over her face and gags on it as she tries to take that whole thing down her tiny throat. Chris grabs the back of her head so her can fuck her...
xmoviesforyouI got kicked out when I was 18 a few years ago by my mom who caught me fucking her boyfriend in his ass. I'd actually been fucking around with him since I was 15 when my mom went to her sister's for a weekend and I was alone with Rick. Well it didn't take him a long time for him to proposition me. I was walking around the place (grew up in a double-wide) in my boxers and Rick was checking me out and I knew he looked at me long before that. So then I saw him looking through the hole in...
(Continuation of first part…) Looking out the window, I wonder what my master is going to do to me. Then suddenly I feel what he is doing as he lubes up my ass hole with warming gel. I shiver at what he was thinking of putting in there. He chuckled, noticing my shiver as he stroked my ass cheeks before parting them as something is slowly pushed into my ass. As much as I hated having things in my ass, I try my best to relax as the object is pushed into my body. While this object is being pushed...
He didn’t argue. All he said was, “Are you sure?” Her response was, “I’m sure, Bob. I love you. I’ve never loved a man before you. I won’t lie and say I’m not nervous, but everything we’ve had together so far has been so bright and beautiful, I’m sure I want to take the next step.” It was difficult – not because she was nervous, but because neither of them had any business trying to engage in strenuous physical activity, yet. Just getting out of the tub and getting dried off took half an...
It was the hour of the wolf and Sister Jessica Felicita was troubled. She had been awake in bed for at least an hour reliving a particular event from the previous day and contemplating her life. Regret and anxiety had taken hold and no amount of prayer was getting her back to sleep. Frustrated, she tossed the thin blanket off her body and slid off the bed into the muggy Austin air of midsummer. The rays of a full moon beamed through her window, illuminating her ample curves through the...
I stood there and tried to regain my composure. I saw Darcy’s plump ass scamper out the door. My cock leaped at the thought of getting to be with her. I then made a dash upstairs to clean up and as I rounded the corner into the master bedroom, Sara was emerging from the shower. Her body glistened with only a towel on her head. I always enjoyed just looking at my wife’s body. As usual, her pussy was neatly trimmed and her boobs hung at the most perfect angle. I felt like taking a picture, but...
TabooMy name is Jimmy and I have always wanted to be a girl. I don't know the why part, but I do remember the when part. I was 9 years old and in the Cub Scouts. Our den mother was picking out a story for the den to perform at the next monthly pack meeting. She settled on a story about an American Indian family. Everyone had a part in the play and we built some scenery for the stage. We came up with a nice looking tee pee that would be center stage. The characters included 2 parts for...
Wizard of OZ ThreesomeDorothy and the Scarecrow were on their way to Oz when they saw a man made of tin standing motionless on the side of the yellow brick road. “What’s that?” the Scarecrow shouted, pointing to the Tin Man.“Why, it’s a man! A man made of tin!” She said as they both ran over to examine him.“Are you alright?” Dorothy asks, concerned about him.“Oil me,” the Tin Man murmured.“Where do you want to be oiled,” Dorothy asks.“Oil my mouth,” he whispers, attempting to speak.“I don’t see...
This is a work of erotic fiction, and is not intended for viewing by anyone under the age of 18. All characters and events portrayed in this story are fictional, and any resemblance to actual persons or events is coincidental. "Mom at the Roxy" (FM, FMM, FFM, voy, inc) is an erotic story about a college student who, although he has a normal and satisfying relationship with a beautiful fellow student, has an inescapable thirst for sexual exploration. This leads him to a world of erotic discovery...
Incest.... Julie settled back into the business class seat and kicked off her shoes and wiggled her toes. Picking up her bag, she opened it and took out a crumpled and tear stained piece of paper. Carefully unfolding it she began to read ...." Dear Julie, I have never asked you to choose between our marriage and your work as I know how much both mean to you. I don't think it's fair to put you in a position of having to choose so I have decided to make the choice for you. I love you now and always...
It wasn't the blood that freaked out James. Intellectually she expected the shock, and was prepared for it. It wasn't the cramps either, although they were a bitch and a half, creasing her lower stomach like a vise. No, the part about having her period that really pissed James off, was having to borrow a maxi-pad from her mother. Anne's smile at the request had been strange, half a smile and half a look of concern. Whatever thoughts were going through her head, she immediately dragged...
You’re My Bitch NowPart 11Rick had confessed everything to Chris, who hadn’t stopped saying sorry for leaving him alone. Chris dragged him back to the flat where Rick collapsed onto the sofa. Chris wrapped his arms around him and tried to get him to calm down. What Scott had done to him freaked Rick out, and it felt good to have Chris hold him tight until he got himself back under control. Chris kept apologising and Rick told him to stop. It wasn’t his fault he said, he’d been so star struck...
Melissa Moore seems hellbent on stealing her identity, but not only that, her girlfriend Capri Anderson. When Melissa returns home unlocking the door to the bathroom and finally freeing Riley, she gives he back her phone and keys and dress, making up excuses for the whole thing. Riley’s on to her tricks, and calls up Capri, finding out that Melissa posed as her and hung out with Capri all day! Riley is furious and comes up with a plan to get back at Melissa. Capri is obviously in on the...
xmoviesforyouBy the time they left the rest area, the worst of the heat had broken and a fine, misting rain had begun to fall. Thunder rumbled as they slid back into the turgid flow of traffic. "So," Fiona asked finally. "What happens now?" Jack pondered the question, "What do you want to happen?" It was a long time before Fiona said, "I think we should put this behind us. It was ... the sort of thing that could only happen once ... on vacation. I want to grow old with you, Jack." She shrugged,...
I find conservative, repressed women sexy as fuck. I don't know why. Something in me just wants to liberate them sexually. So, when my father married Linda and she came to live with us, I was obsessed with the idea of seducing her. I know it's fucked up. But, I can't help myself. I'd lay in bed and listen to her showering and rub myself, imagining sneaking into the bathroom and soaping her down, exploring her body with my hands until she was jelly in my grasp, cumming and begging for more as I...
This story is fictional, and is about a forbidden relationship between a Mom and her son. In a lower middle class family, Rajan (41) is a Bus driver working with the state transport corporation, he does night shifts on a regular route between Tuticorin to Chennai. He is home every alternate days and leaves at night for work, he seldom ends up with day off because the allowances and overtime always interested him rather than resting at home. Rajan’s wife Kalyani (40), a typical house wife took...
IncestDisclaimer :- No one in this story is a real character, period… Emma stood outside her love's abode, the air gliding over her soft skin, the cold contained within pricking at it, wrestling with her nerves, trying to get her to retreat from the act she was about to commit. She shrugged off all comers, pulling her fur coat further around her body, blocking herself against the attempts. The door opened and the house looked somewhat more inviting. In the doorway stood Tom, wearing his usual jeans...
Erotic"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?" Rick stood there staring at her. She looked up at him startled. Her gown up at her waist and her naked bottom exposed pleasuring herself and with the phone in her other hand. Laughing and joking with Curly on the other end. How long he had been standing there, she didn't know. He yanked the phone out of her hand and put it up to his ear. He could hear a male voice asking "Raven? Raven? What's going on? " but he couldn't place the voice. It sounded familiar...
“How about we take a trip to my folks, Jennifer?” “Are you bringing me over to meet the parents ... again?” she said, sporting a very devious smile. “Actually, the three of us need to have a discussion, my dear?” “Uh-oh, am I in trouble, Richard?” “NO, actually I am, Jenn. I’m in love with two women, and we need her to know about this, so we can discuss it like adults.” “I’ll move out, Richard – that would solve it, wouldn’t it?” “No, it wouldn’t, Jennifer ... you moving out would cause...
Wednesday Night We went back downstairs to grab a few things including a clock and then headed back up to test out the king size bed. Pillow talk 3 way style is much more comfy on a king size. When the alarm went off the next morning, Ellen hit the snooze button. We were in the new standard configuration. I was spooned up against Ellen and Carolyn was spooned up against me. It was very cosy and nobody was too adventurous so no morning sex occurred. We all agreed the bed was fine and that we...
It’s Thursday early afternoon. Katia, my soon to be ex and Nadine’s mom, is away for business as usual. I’ve been going wild with anticipation. It’s warm outside today. I honestly can’t wait to cum inside Nadine’s tiny body. I don’t even need a pornstar experience. I just can’t get enough of her petite body. I just want stick my throbbing dick inside her little pussy and relieve myself inside her. No holding back. It’s needless to say I’m crazy about her. I’m probably obsessed with her. I’m...
Game Debra Darling His wife had suddenly agreed to partake in one of his favorite sex fantasies. She stood before him dressed as a dominant goddess. She was all in black, from her high heel shoes to her long black hair pulled back into a tight ponytail He, in turn, was wearing red bra and panty set. The bra was underwire and low cut, creating cleavage while holding the silicon breast forms in place. His face was made up so be quite exotic and long blonde hair had been woven in...
He drops the phone and it clatters on the floor forcing the battery out of it. Daniel runs up the stair faster than he has ever gone, his heart is beating out of his chest. No, No, NO! The only thought pounding against his skull. He runs straight for the door ready to bash through it but it is slightly open so instead he barrels through almost breaking it off its hinges. The first thing he sees is the grim reaper statuette smiling, grinning. He looks over to see his new found love slouched...
You spent most of your lives watching cartoons. To you they were better then any form of entertainment. People thought it was unhealthy to be watching cartoons at your age but you never really gave a crap what they thought. You even fantasize about the women. There was nude poster of Jessica rabbit on your wall. There was nude Judy Jetson pictures on your computer. One Day you were walking down a street when you heard a woman scream. People in the city were ignoring the scream like nothing was...
When Nathan and I emerge from Jonathan’s work room, Florence is there. “Ariel, how are you doing?” “Great.” I smile at Florence. “It was intense but in a good way.” “Are you up for celebrating your initiation?” “Yes, absolutely. Why wouldn’t I be?” “As you said it is intense. Most people take some time to process. But Princess Aubrielle planned a celebration in case you were up for it.” “Wow, that’s sweet.” “I have a question about who you would like to attend. There is no right answer;...
Marilyn Bear was upstairs in her bedroom packing a suitcase for her trip to California. She was due to start her new job with Chambers and Associates, the company that had just hired her to be their media marketing director. Marilyn and her husband, Bill had argued long and hard over her taking a job but she had ended up winning. After all, as she pointed out to him, they had agreed ten years ago when she had finally become pregnant that she could go back to work when Susan, their daughter,...
Awk-ward! Riley Reyes is Johnny’s ex-girlfriend who’s now dating his best friend, and that’s not the worst of it. Now she and her man have to borrow money from Johnny! Riley’s clearly not happy about the situation when she goes to her ex’s house to receive the cash, but he’s as smug as can be. Smug and horny to the point where he feels it’s OK to ask Riley for one last fuck before cashing in on his gift, Johnny proposes the idea to Riley. Figuring it’s an easy form of trade from her...
xmoviesforyouHey everyone. This is your Harish back again. Thank you all for the huge response to my previous stories. I am so happy that my story has satisfied your long rods and wet pussies. This is the third part of this series ‘Kiss of Love And Sex’. New readers, I request you to read the first two parts of the series to get a better understanding and description of my story. A quick re-introduction about myself, I am Harish (name changed) from Coimbatore, Tamil Nadu. Age 24. Fair complexion. I go to...
12:09 pm, January 15 DemonizorHello to all who read this. This is just a little "Fantasy Sex" scenario story I wrote for this new neighbor lady of mine that I'm trying to convince to go out with me? She said I didn't seem like the "Romantic" type & until I'm able to prove other wise to her? That's where she firmly stands! So I wrote this but I haven't given it to her yet. I guess I'm afraid of rejection I don't know? But if it's not too much trouble to ask? When your finished reading this,...
Ginny Weasley. For weeks leading up to the yuletide, mental images of her, of her red hair, flawless fair skin, had flooded Harry Potter’s mind. He wanted to kiss her, be with her. She was beautiful, one of the best looking young women he had ever seen. Yet, she was out of reach. In a broken relationship and also the sister of one of his best friends. It was getting to him, distracting him from his day to day. His head was full of raunchy thoughts and desires all the time. He knew, of course,...
I was returning from my college function. I was in a lift. When i passed from first floor by lift, I found aunt to whom i know her well & my family too was having problem while opening her home’s main door. I stopped my lift as she called me to help her. Then i went to help her. I helped her & opened the door. It was jammed due to heavy rain. When i opened the door she invites me inside. She was living alone as her husband was out of town. She told me to sit on sofa. I did same as what she told...
It was a Sunday hot sunny day and I did not know where to put, but I went into the woods for a walk, I said to myself, because in the forest will most cold. I was just walking in the shade of the canopy of trees and listening to the rustle of leaves and chirping birds. I thought that I alone in the woods on Sunday afternoon, but I was wrong. I met a young girl who came to me opposite, we are welcomed, because we barely knew, because only a generation or two behind me. The word is given a word...
Naughty blonde Nikki Sweet is packing her things after doing a threesome scene. The beautiful ex-Mormon babe shares some things about her life during the post-scene interview. All the talking and sharing made the irresistible slut horny all over again. She takes off her jeans and teases the man behind the camera before sucking his already hard cock. It seems Nikki hasn’t had enough sex for today. She gets on top of the cock and rides it like a real cowgirl. The horny duo switches to...
xmoviesforyou‘Ahem,’ I hear from behind me as I’m working at my computer. I turn around and standing in the door of my cube is my sexy wife. My jaw falls as I drink in the vision before me. She’s wearing a flowery sundress and she’s unbuttoning it from top to bottom. When it’s completely unbuttoned she looks at me and shoots me a wicked grin. Oh my god, I think to myself as I see she’s naked underneath her dress. No bra, no panties. The only thing she’s wearing is the dress, and she’s barely wearing that....
Chapter 9 Change Your Partners Do-si-do Mike Vello, one time local rock hero (although at that time; unbeknownst to him) and college student once again walked the streets he disappeared from twenty years ago. His physical appearance had changed somewhat from his glory days. He was distinctly older. His age didn't reflect his now nearly forty years of life, but there was gray in his hair where there had been none 2082. The skin on his face was a bit looser and there were just...
(AdProvider = window.AdProvider || []).push({"serve": {}}); I am a teen girl, and i have been masturbating for 2 years almost. Yesterday I was in the garage sitting on a spare bed doing it to myself and my uncle who is about 30 happened to walk in and saw me. I was in the nude because that’s how I like to do it and play with my nipples while I rub my clit. I have never had sex but I have seen others doing it. As soon as I saw him I covered myself up so he couldn’t see my vagina. He ...
I had barely finished screwing Candy’s delightful pussy when Marsha started sucking my cock, while Jan lay in front of us, on her hands and knees in the hallway, prepared to engage in what had to be an unpleasant experience ... at least without Marsha involved. While she got me hard, I could see just how nervous Jan was, so much that her whole body shook in contemplation of a possible encounter. I decided that there was a high chance that Jan could not go through the plan that she had...
Just a quick note, this is my first attempt at a transgender story. So all critism will be openly accepted. SRU: Convention by Greg Iacovelli As I walked through the mall looking for a costume to wear to the animae convention I saw the same stuff in every store window, stuff for Halloween. It was October 12, 1998 and my friend agreed to go in costume if I got it for him and he said any costume so I planned to do him over good. I still remember the conversation...
Markus Dupree is in the country and his rental car broke down. He’s trying to figure out what to do since he’s in a foreign country, when India Summer rolls up in her fancy sports car to lure him back to her place. He says he only needs a lift back to the city, but India has other plans for him. At her house, she knocks him out on the way into the mansion, and moments later we see him waking up with her standing over him in some slinky black lacy lingerie. She explains how this is...
xmoviesforyouIn February, Wallace came to the door. "Kinsman, I have some people with me this time. They are going to have to stay in the cellar for three days. The arrangements we made for their journey has been held up on the receiving end. They are a man, his sister, his wife and two daughters, eleven and sixteen. Keep them down below in the cellar." "What about food?" "They will need water. Set a jug on the top step of the stairs. They have trail mix for food." "Okay, I guess I can do that....