Boone The Early YearsChapter 07
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My personal white chocolate or should I say more like a mocha latte light with whipped cream sweetened to perfection. This was Jason, mine and all mine. Sensitive, caring, witty and a kid at heart. Don’t even get me started on his sexing. As a matter of fact how about we go back to the day I met my ‘Mocha’.
I had just gotten out of my navy blue BMW. My second baby, rim spinners trimmed in gold with my name Natash going across the middle in diamonds 1.4 cts each. Nice sun roof top with a kick ass stereo system, and 2 TV’s embedded in the back seats for my passengers. After getting out of my car I went into my usual spot on Friday’s, ‘Fancy Your Fancy Spa and Dessert’ for my massage treatment and strawberry creme soufflé. With my membership I went straight to the back, got undressed, laid on the table and awaited my masseuse.
Just moments later he came in.
‘Oh hi, ‘ my eyes widened with delight and confusion, ‘ what happened to Lisa?’
‘Well, a family situation came up so I’ll be filling in for her for awhile, my name’s Jason.’
I didn’t argue with him. Hell, it wasn’t like I was upset about it. I was actually grateful, because this brother was fine. I’m talking smack your mother, cuz she aint tell you nigga’s could look this fine, fine.
Jason retrieved the strawberry scented oil from the assortment of oils they had on the shelves since I had it marked as one of my favorites. He started by oiling up my neck and massaging me there, then down to my back. God his hands felt like warm milk on a nice wintry day when you’re lying in bed snuggled up to a great book or movie.
As he got to my towel, removed it and began oiling my round, thick, Nubian ass I began to moan. Not moan’s of relief but moan’s of pleasure. I couldn’t help myself, it just came out that way.
Jason took a step back, ‘ Are you okay?’
He had this sort of pleasured look on his face.
‘Yes, I’m fine. I just really love your hands, that’s all. Please keep going.’
‘At your request.’
The more he touched the more I could feel myself getting wet and turned on. The more I moaned the more intense his touches became as though he was fine tuning my body. I’ve never felt like this before and I loved every minute of it.
After going to my legs and feet, it was time now for him to enter my real erogenous zone. The way he handled me so far, I could only imagine how this would be.
‘Now Mrs. Landers, could you turn on your back for me please?’
‘It’s Ms, I’m not married.’
I complied with his request more than eager. As I lay there thoughts ran through my mind, bad bad thoughts about just snatching this man up and tonguing him down without even a thought as to whether or not he’d mind it or not. I wanted him and I wanted him now, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t just grab him up like that he’d probably think I was psycho…or would he? Anyway, while I lay here daydreaming, Jason had begun oiling up my full breast, just as richly brown as the rest of my body. Starting with the right one he caressed as though he’d done this since he was at least 10 years old, no kidding. Cuffing it with both hands in a stroking motion as if he was smoothing out the rough edges on a sculpture. He took my other breast in his hands and proceeded to do the same with that one, then using just one hand for each he took them both with firm yet sensitive grips. I could feel his thumbs moving over my nipples every now and then and I could feel them ripen with each stroke. I watched the look on Jason’s face. I could tell he was pleased by his work. I felt the warmth of his hands on my belly moving up and down, left to right, then down to my pelvis. As he spread me to pour the oil his face changed. It wasn’t just delight this time, but surprise as well. He sat the oil back down on the table beside him and reached for a clean towel. He puzzled me, because by this time I’m thinking he should be pouring that oil on me instead of sitting it down. He walked back over to me with the clean towel still in hand.
‘ I think you might want to use the private bathroom.’
‘ Why is there something wrong, my hygiene’s usually up to par, don’t tell me.’ But before I was able to finish, he could see the worry and frustration in my eyes, not to mention the tone in my voice so he decided to cut me off before I really began to lose it. ‘ Just trust me. Your hygiene is great, more than great, it’s just.’
‘What….’
‘Well, Ms. Lande.’
‘Natash, call me Natash, now what is it Jason.’
‘Natash….you seem to have gotten a little bit more excited than my usual customers. You’re extremely moist, wet down there. Under normal circumstances I would love a woman in this condition. But….’
‘ So are you saying you don’t find me attractive?’
‘ No that’s not it at all, of course you’re attractive, shit your fine ass would be mine if I had my way, but.’
‘ But what, no but’s if you want me take me, I’m already undressed, vulnerable…..WET. It’ll just be between me and you. One time, we never have to see each other again. Well, in an intimate sense rather. I want you Jason, I know you can tell. So take me, take me now while the offers here.’
‘Natash, I’m not looking for just sex, I want a woman, a real woman, someone to call mines forever to hold true to me. Can you be this woman? Are you up for the task?
‘We can certainly try and see, but for now why don’t you put the rest of your skills to use on your future woman.’
Jason was a hand God. The way that he caressed me showed what kind of man I’d be dealing with for the rest of my life. IF I made that choice, and boy did he show promise. Jason laid me back down on the massage table and proceeded to continue where he left off. He poured the oil down my magical center, as the oils drizzled along my now bulging clit Jason took pleasure in sliding his palms up and down my pussy in a palming motion. Cuffing my pussy in his hands just right. One finger eased it’s way in my first vulnerable hole while another took it’s place in my ass hole. The feeling was endless ecstasy and I wasn’t about to let go just yet, though I wanted to so badly.
‘Do you like this baby?’
I peered into his beautiful sexy chinky eyes.’ Yes Jason, I love it, I simply love it.’
‘You want more?’
‘Yes!’
Jason then stuck two fingers in my ass, two in my pussy. I cried out in disbelief, but enjoyed it all. I had never felt anything like this in my life.
‘You want my dick inside this hot, wet, juicy pussy don’t you. You want me to ram ALLLLL this dick way up inside you till there’s just no more room left.?’
‘OMG yes Jason yes. Please baby give it to me. Give it to me now. I want you to cum inside this cunt.’
He climbed on top of me, started sucking away at my ample tits making my nipples so hard they felt like little rock pebbles on a cushion. Then in an instant I felt it. A rock hard, thick as the night fog, dreamy 8 inch dick all up in me like he was on a treasure hunt. He fucked me so hard that I came twice in a row without even trying, which is a first time for me. Hell, I can barely cum once without trying. Jason pulled out and slowly moved up to my face. I couldn’t imagine what he was about to do to me, then he put his dick in my mouth for me to taste our combined joy. It tasted good too. Not too salty, yet not sweet either. I sucked for a good five or ten minutes before he placed that hard dick back in for another round. This time we both came together, his jizz all over my pussy hair.
We laid on the bed for about an hour before we heard a knock.
‘OMG Jason get dressed.’
‘Of course what will people think?’
We both cried out laughing, still the knocking continued. I ran to the bathroom with my clothing while Jason yelled to whoever was knocking that he’d be right there. After getting dressed I came out of the bathroom to where Jason was sitting in a chair giggling.
‘So.’ I asked.
‘So what?’
‘Who was at the door, are you on punishment now?’
‘Funny, actually it was the floor manager wanting to know if you were getting more than your usual treatment since you were at least a good half hour over your normal time. I told her that you were feeling more tense than usual and asked if I could do a more fuller massage and that you’d be willing to pay for the extra time. Of course she was pleased, more money for her, plus apparently you’re a favored customer.’
‘Yeah I am. Well I guess I’ll get going now. I’ll see you for my next treatment next week if you’re here.’
‘What’s that supposed to mean?’
‘What’s what supposed to mean?’
‘You can’t just leave like that. What about what we discussed before all of this…SEX?’
‘Jason, I like you, but I need time to think. I can’t just make a committed decision like this. I don’t even really know you.’
‘Yet you knew me enough to fu ck me.’
‘Well I didn’t hear you do too much arguing either.’
‘Whatever Natash, Bitches are all the same. All they want is a nigga with a big dick that can fuck the shit out of them. What about loving them, treating them like women, being a REAL man for them.’
‘First of all I aint no bitch and that’s not all I want. I told you I just need some time to think about it that’s all.’
‘Fine, you know where to reach me.’
Time went by at least three weeks and all I could think about was Jason. I don’t understand why I couldn’t get him out of my mind. It wasn’t like I hadn’t had one night stands before, fuck the shit out of some dumb ass nigga then leave his ass in the dust like it wasn’t nothing. Hell most of them were lucky if they even knew where I lived at cuz I’d meet them at a hotel or something, but this time was different, extremely different. I missed my last few appointments, because I didn’t want to run into him. I did and then I didn’t. How could I get involved with this man like this knowing well that I wasn’t ready for another relationship. I had just recently broken off an engagement to Lawrence, my high school love for the past eight years. I found out Lawrence had been cheating on me for at least three of those years with my cousin Lusanne who had also given birth to my nephew Nalen two years ago, but I had been under the impression that Nalen’s father was Lusanne’s husband Chris. Apparently we all had been fooled. I couldn’t stay in that relationship any longer so I broke it off ended up fucking Chris just to get even with Lusanne and then staying to myself.
Needless to say it was the best decision I could have made. Now I’m here contemplating yet another involvement, hoping and praying for the right answer, because Lord knows I can’t take another Lawrence. I did want Jason bad as ever, fiening for his affection, kisses, and great sex. His sexing was all that, and the fact that he was knock out gorgeous really didn’t hurt matters at all.
I decided to go back to ‘Fancy Your Fancy Spa and Dessert’ to give Jason my answer. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I needed this man and wanted this man in my life even if only for a brief moment, it would be well worth it. When I arrived the same cheeky chick was waiting at the front desk.
‘Hey Natash you want your usual?’
I decided to get straight to the point no matter how desperate and strange it would seem. ‘Ah, no. Actually I was wondering if Jason was working today?’
‘Oh. Well, I’m not sure, he was only filling in for Lisa until she came back and then I think he was going back to his regular place. I’ll check for you though if you give me a few minutes. I’ll have to go in the back and ask Ms. Barbara.’
‘That’ll be great, thanks.’
‘ No problem.’
While I waited I took notice of the cheesecake bites on a silver tray over by a stack of magazines and decided to rest a few. I had been standing there for at least five or ten minutes when the cheeky chick came back.
‘Um, Ms. Lande, Natash. Jason’s not going to be coming back as I thought, but Lisa’s here she can do your usual if you want.’
‘Maybe, do you know where it is that Jason went back to?’
‘Not sure, I don’t have that kind of information, sorry.’
‘It’s okay, can you just go ahead and pencil me in for my usual today. Thank you.?’
‘Sure, you can go into room five and wait.’
I went in, got undressed, grabbed a towel and lay down on the bed waiting for Lisa to come in. She wasn’t what I had wanted, but it would have to do. I was so pissed at myself for having waited so long to get back here to him, but what could I do about it now, nothing except sit and waddle in self pity and get my massage by Lisa who isn’t bad, but just not him. In my thought’s I didn’t hear anyone come in, I had completely zoned out. Then it hit me in my ear.
‘Back for another fill in?’
I turned around startled halfway exposed until I saw him standing there just as sexy as the first time I saw him.
‘Jason. What are you doing here? I thought you weren’t here anymore wha…
He placed a finger on my lips gesturing me to be quiet.
‘No I’m not supposed to be here, but I came into pick up my paycheck they owed me from last week and Kayla told me that you were asking about me. She said that you seemed desperate and very disappointed to find that I wasn’t here. I asked her what room you were in and she told me. I asked her to stall Lisa for about twenty minutes so that I could take care of something. So why is it that you were looking for me?’
I, I, Jason I missed you. I have been thinking about you day and night and I wanted to give you my answer to your question.’
‘You mean my three week old question.’
‘I’m so sorry. I wished I’d came back sooner, but I’m here now and it must’ve been meant. So does the offer still stand. Do you still want me in your life?’
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~~Beatrice~~ Beatrice had no idea Dolareido had so many dark, hidden corners. “You Carthians. It will never cease to amaze me how much you want to adapt the modern,” Jacob said. “Modern?” The two of them were deep into North Side, and probably near the edge of the city. It was a big city; she’d never been out this far. “That you would take a car, instead of this!” The crazy Nosferatu gave that weird chuckle of his, and jumped. With the old, dark robes he was wearing, he looked like a...
~~Jack~~ “Oh ... god...” He couldn’t cum anymore. Just the thought of another orgasm made his insides ache in pain. No more, his balls cried. We’re dry! The devil and her two imps didn’t seem to agree. Ashley and Julee had both let him drink them, just a little, just enough to spark the arousal in his Kindred body once more, without either of them succumbing to exhaustion for it. And they took advantage. “One more?” Antoinette said, smiling up at him. The Prince was on her back on her...
~~Jack~~ If there was one way he was going to die, it’d be between two dangerous women. Antoinette’s tiger eyes returned, with all the ferocity and rage of when Lucas had crashed her ball. Like a crushing storm, being so near her shook him to his core as the rage poured off of her, buried him in rolling thunder that vibrated his bones and pulled his gut up into his throat. She wasn’t looking at him anymore, thank god; her eyes would have bore holes through his body and couch otherwise. The...
~~Antoinette~~ Oh no. She sat upon the highest floor of her tower, a tower she had built upon what she designated would be Elysium territory, where Kindred-on-Kindred violence was prohibited, where feeding was prohibited, and where discussion was encouraged. To place her tower within its embrace was a choice she had made, a political stance signifying her devotion to peace and cooperation. And within the highest floor, her main office was her place of control, and where she could personify...
~~Damien~~ One of the hunters came out of the shadows. He recognized this one. A woman, short, thick with muscle, and with a shotgun in her hand. “ ... you’re dead,” Damien said. “You were one of the hunters killed in the chaos, in the—” “In Sándor’s chamber, yeah.” She came closer, tilted her head, and showed them her neck. There was a giant scar where an Uratha had torn into her. “How!?” Matt asked, growling as he began to pace. The big guy put himself between the group of them, and the...
~~Beatrice~~ The two vampires jumped up and spun around, looking around in the dark. That voice. She recognized that voice. What the fuck, why was it here? Both of them pulled out their phones and started shining them around, but the catacomb was empty. “You ... you can’t be here,” she said. “No one’s ... no one’s been sacrificed.” Jen stepped in closer to her, and pressed her shoulder to hers, enough for Triss to feel her friend trembling. While Triss was still shaking because her world...
~~Jack~~ It’d been two weeks since the incident. Two weeks since the news broadcasted Jack’s fuck up with the crows. Two weeks since Julias’s death, his mother’s embrace, and the capture of Sándor. Two weeks of futile attempts to understand what had happened to him. He’d stuck with journaling, organizing his thoughts and putting them to words, but it wasn’t working out very well. All he could manage to write were succinct paragraphs that were obviously bitter, cynical, and angry. Sometimes...
~~Antoinette~~ “Does he speak?” “No.” Antoinette sighed as she glared at the bound man. Two thralls were seeing to his body, cleaning and maintaining Sándor so he did not drown in his bodily fluids, or die of starvation. An unfortunate consequence of keeping a prisoner alive was handling the frustrating elements of biology. It was not a process she was unfamiliar with. She kept several prisoners in her tower, after all, emergency sources of blood should she or an ally need them. Dealing...
~~Beatrice~~ Jacob hadn’t been in the cave when she came back with everyone. She was kinda thankful for that. Stressful conversations could wait until another time. Waking up was a strange feeling, and the memories hit her hard. Angela, Jeremiah, Athalia, the fucking twisted curse Jack, the huge gargoyle Sándor, it all came back to her a little faster than she’d have liked. Joy, over knowing Angela was dead, and Jeremiah too. Sadness, about Athalia; not a lot, but enough to make things...
~~Jack~~ “It’s been a long time,” Michael said, and he pushed open the door. Jack, Jessy, and Damien followed. The leader of the Invictus, and the three Right Hands, together, in the home of Viktor Honors, and then later, Julias Mire. A beautiful mansion, very Victorian, with its grand entrance room and big wooden stairway with fancy railings. Hell, there was a chandelier. It was very Viktor. It was very not Jack. Michael stepped over to the stairs, but didn’t go up. Instead, he leaned...
~~Antoinette~~ Veronica, still unconscious, lay in the ritual circle, bathed in the blue light of her chandelier. Antoinette and Elaine both pointed their tablets at her, observing with keen eyes as the humming machine in the background ran through the various wavelengths the devices were programmed to respond to. They started with the same frequency that had detected the remnants of the Strix upon Jack’s person, and moved outward from there. Nothing. Antoinette breathed a sigh of relief,...
~~Antoinette~~ Three months later. She stared down at the corpse, and sighed. Sigh turned to frown. Frown turned into snarl. In her youth, she would have likely elevated to outright rage, and destroyed all in her vicinity. But she had long learned to control her anger, and she quelled it now as she stood, confused and frustrated. Blood seeped out over the lines of the ritual circle, over the dark tile, and around her feet. She stepped about it effortlessly as she motioned to Daniel. “It...
~~Jack~~ “Not long after I sired Viktor, I left him, and disappeared.” Elaine held his eyes, for a while, but eventually she looked down. “I was not proud of abandoning him. I do not think he ever forgave me, even after my return.” The two of them were still on the stairs in his mansion. The stairs were the best place for a conversation, and their magic powers could hopefully disarm an elder vampire. “I wondered about how you could have been his sire, without anyone knowing.” “It was not...
Wishbone LITE By TwoSpiritsTG ----------------------------------------------------------------------- This was a short story I entered into a TG fiction competition a few years back with a 1000 word maximum (This story is 1010 words). For the record, I did win first place. I originally wasn't going to upload it here because of how short it is, but decided otherwise and here we are. If there is demand to expand it to something more I'll gladly do...
"Mount up, babydoll!" he said. At last understanding, Christine squealed and leapt to her feet. She pulled up her skirt and wiggled her hungry red beaver at him. She needed a trim. With a wish, all her pubes fell out, then an arrow-shaped landing strip grew in their place. "Are you really going to fuck me Mr. Phillips?" she asked eagerly. "You bet your sweet ass I'm going to fuck you, Christine!' he exclaimed, reaching around to grab said ass. "It really is your only hope of...
Hermione the Shiteater Interview with Hermione Granger taken by Rita Skeeter in Hogwarts, 1st June 1998. Wizarding Wireless broadcast. RITA SKEETER. Good morning, my dear listeners. I'm Rita Skeeter, your favorite journalist, and I'm visiting Hogwarts School today. Make your wizarding wireless louder, because you'll hear the most mind-blowing interview in my career. Of course you know how our glorious and mighty Dark Lord banned all the mudbloods and blood-traitors from attending...
Hermione's New School[Contains fantasy ball-, tit- and cunt-busting, castration (many, some graphic) and big tit themes]HermioneHermione sat on the broken down school bus with her arms folded tightly across her budding breasts.“I bet I finger the new girl first.”“No way - I’ll have her stink on my fingers before home time.”A chill ran down her spine and she re-crossed her arms tighter over her tender young tits. It had been a month since she had been expelled from Hogwarts and a week since her...
Hermione's POV Ronald That name had been floating around in Hermione's head for the past weeks. He was the only thing she could think and dream about. She would spend hours and hours laying awake in bed at night just thinking about how it would be like if she had told him that she loved him all these time. She wasn't stupid. She knew that Ron has feelings for her. But why he hasn't said anything? Why is he so afraid? Is it the war? Is it that he still has feelings for Lavender? Or...
~~Jack~~ Every time he woke up, it was a shock. Julias had said a Kindred doesn’t really sleep, cause how could a corpse sleep? They just become a corpse, and when the sun sets, they un-corpsify. Each and every time, it was like someone jammed adrenaline straight into his heart. He sat up in his bed with a jolt, and could feel the Vitae spike through his system to wake him with its unnatural power. But then it settled. He’d grown more comfortable with his new body, its strange, thinned and...
~~Natasha~~ Nothing was as satisfying as the sensation of keyboard keys giving way to just the right movement of the fingers for flawless typing. Did that make her a geek? She was too old to be a geek. Fifty-years embraced, and another twenty-five kine years on that meant she was older than commercial computers. By a lot. But she picked them up quick. Perhaps it was her lifetime of piano play that drew her to typing. Even as a kine, she found typewriters fascinating. “Yo, Natasha.” Snap...
~~Antoinette~~ The next evening was not a pleasant one. She’d hoped to awaken to news from her thralls of the boy’s whereabouts. She’d awoken to despair. “Why am I not out in those streets, Daniel?” “Because we’re trying to find a needle in a haystack, Annie.” The man stood and watched out over the city along with her, the two of them by the large window in her office, at the top of her Elysium tower. “I am an extra pair of eyes!” “You know that’s not how you find someone in a...