tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77350556932318108842024-03-13T05:48:45.919-07:00Prevot's Erotic PastimeThis is my erotic little corner of the web. From here you can link to all of my books on Amazon and Smashwords, read teasers from each one, see what I am currently working on, catch my flash fiction series #brainscribble and #fuckmeright, and generally get to know me, Gabby. Enjoy!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger59125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735055693231810884.post-43381055816355265622015-03-25T17:07:00.002-07:002015-03-25T17:07:38.819-07:00Getting ready to move!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sorry, I know I was on a roll with the writing exercises, and I plan on continuing the series, but I think it's time to move.<br />
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Blogger has been great, but I have a friend who thinks I should move over to my own website. I don't really understand everything that goes with that or how it all works, but I trust him so...I'm moving! I will share more details as I get them, but I think the site is coming along nicely.<br />
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Don't worry, it won't take long and, while he is working on all that stuff, I am going to take a little vacation, get some air, and work on a few projects that have been sitting around collecting dust. Stay tuned, this is going to be really fun. <br />
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Be back soon!<br />
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Love,<br />
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GabbyUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735055693231810884.post-85571489439062778382015-03-16T10:41:00.003-07:002015-04-04T06:06:01.665-07:00Writing Exercise - Late Shift<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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He hadn't been on the floor for an hour before the talk started. Every nurse found a reason to <i>swing by</i> his room, you know, take a peek for themselves and see what all the fuss was about.<br />
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"Did you see him?" Rhonda sat behind the front of the main desk entering chart information.</div>
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I had already been on shift for six hours and had heard no less than ten girls (and a couple of the guys) talk about the man in 305C, but I had not made it to the far end of the hall...yet. "No," I sighed, "but you would think he looks like Adonis the way everyone's talking."<br />
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"Girl, you don't even know," Rhonda sat back in her chair and laughed. "You know I loved Mr. Peters, been married eighteen years, thank the Lord, but that man down there? I almost think God would understand." She laughed and I smiled as I made notes on a chart.<br />
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"That's what I hear," I grinned but there was a reason I hadn't made it down to 305C. All day long, all I could think about, were the pics I had found on Chris' phone. He had left it at my house that morning, took off for work without it, and when I was standing in the bathroom, brushing my teeth, and starting to think about the day ahead, I heard it beep.<br />
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I didn't check it. I mean, I didn't mean to. I walked into the bedroom, saw the phone on the floor beside the bed, and picked it up. But my finger swiped across the screen and, in doing so, I saw the notification - <i>Lisa FB, My place after work? </i><br />
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Then I touched it. I had to touch it. I didn't recognize the name, had never heard Chris mention a Lisa...<i>and what was FB? </i>It was a lengthy text chain, a long list of back and forth entries, and it didn't take two minutes to see that Lisa and Chris were...<i>involved. </i>Is that what you call someone who you have sex with a few times a week, almost every time you don't sleep over at your regular girlfriend's house?<br />
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Now, I like to think of myself as mature, like to think that I am not the kind of woman to just fly off the handle at the slightest thing, but there were pictures in the text stream, pictures from two days before, pictures that were more than a little graphic - Lisa coming out of the shower, Lisa on the bed with a vibrator planted at the top of her pussy while a dildo was engulfed therein. There was no doubt as to what Chris and Lisa were about.<br />
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At first, I had wanted to throw the phone and everything else that belonged to Chris out the door. I mean, what was I supposed to do? Chris and I had been dating for four months, we had promised to be monogamous after three, but it was pretty clear that Chris and I had two different definitions for the word.<br />
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"You alright, Stacey?" Rhonda broke through my reverie and I realized I had been standing beside her staring down at the chart in my hand the entire time I had been replaying the events of the morning in my head.<br />
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"Yeah, sorry, I was just thinking about..." I slipped the chart into the stack of charts I still had to enter and wandered down the hall.<br />
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It was a Tuesday afternoon, I had another hour of patients and then two or three for chart work. The hospital was relatively quiet for a Tuesday and, as I walked the halls, I kept trying to figure out exactly how I was supposed to feel and what I was supposed to do. The entire thing had, kind of, blindsided me. I mean, I felt like Chris and I were good together. We didn't get as much time as either of us would have liked, but I'm a nurse and he's pharma rep - we're both pretty busy people.<br />
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I wondered what Lisa did. Was she a young doctor, some woman Chris had met when trying to work an account? Was she an old fling? She was certainly not ashamed of her body or sending dirty pics, I thought back to her spread eagle on her bed, working herself obviously to thoughts of Chris. <i>How long has it been going on? How did I not see it?</i><br />
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A young man with dark hair and a broken arm, smiled up at me. "They finally sent me a pretty one?" He raised his eyebrows and I looked up from the chart in my hand. I'd been on auto-pilot, I had wandered from the nurse's station down the hall, and back into my rotation without realizing it.<br />
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"Jacob," I smiled at the high school football player sitting up in bed, "how is the arm feeling?"<br />
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"Better now," he smiled.<br />
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Jacob had broken his arm in three places on Friday night, had been through two emergency surgeries over the weekend, and was still <i>flying</i> on pain pills - pills that had obviously removed any sort of filter the young man had, that and all of his inhibitions. His dick, which I was sure was hard enough to scratch grass was proudly standing at full attention under his sheets and he didn't even realize it, he just sort of sat there, smiling up at me, lost in the haze of opiates.<br />
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"Well, the doctor will be in late this evening to check you over, is there anything..." I couldn't help but glance at the tent between his legs again, "would you like some water or..."<br />
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"No," he looked me over again, slowing scanning my body from head to toe, "I think I am good feeling." He touched the arm of his bed and changed the channel on the television over my head.<br />
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"Let me know if you need anything." I set the chart back in the little tray at the end of his bed and left the room. Another nurse, Melody, was standing outside the door looking at a chart. "Hey," I smiled.<br />
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"How about that boner?" Melody chuckled, "if I was a younger woman. Whoa," she waved her hand in front of her face like she was too hot, "and have you seen..."<br />
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"305C? No, but it's on my list," I chuckled as I walked away.<br />
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I was on my last chart, sitting where Rhonda had earlier in the day, when Melody answered the phone and told me Chris was on the line.<br />
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My insides went cold. I had been thinking about him and us and Lisa all day, but I still had no idea what I was wanted to say. I was angry, like there was a volcano somewhere deep inside of me ready to explode, but I was at work and I wasn't about to make a scene in the middle of the nurse's station.<br />
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"Hey, sorry about the call, I left my cell phone at your house.," his voice betrayed nothing, like he either hadn't realized that I might find it or didn't expect me to go through it or...I couldn't even think of another option while my brain kept screaming obscenities.<br />
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"Oh, yeah, um, no problem," I gripped the edge of the desk as hard as I could trying to keep myself from exploding. "I have a few more hours here, lots of paperwork. Why don't you grab your phone and we can get together tomorrow night or Thursday." I have no idea why I said what I said, but it was all that came out.<br />
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"Oh, um, ok," he sounded unsure or distracted and I wondered if I had pushed him off too far. "Yeah, cool, I will run by your place and grab my phone and then," he paused and I stared at the white splotches across my knuckles, the color change that occurred because of my grip on the counter top. "Yeah, I will grab my phone and call you tomorrow?"<br />
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"Sure," I said feeling rotten about everything all of a sudden, "Call me tomorrow." I hung up the phone.<br />
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"Everything alright?" Melody was looking over a chart, but we both knew she had been eavesdropping.<br />
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"Yeah," I let go of the counter and stretched my hand open and closed. "Yeah, everything's fine."<br />
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Melody walked away and got back to my charts.<br />
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I didn't sleep well that night. When I got home, Chris had already retrieved his phone but that was it. So, I had no way to know what he knew or figured out if anything. But the anger inside of me, once I had left work and returned home, had gone from a dangerous volcano to an erupting volcano.<br />
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As soon as I walked in and realized that Chris had come and gone and only the phone was missing, I fell apart. I don't know what I was expecting, what I hoped to find when I got home, but the fact that there was nothing pushed me over the edge.<br />
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I grabbed a box out of the recycling bin, walked into the bathroom, and started clearing out his stuff. Razor, shampoo, soap, and poof all went into the box. Then I was off to the bedroom where I started to gather his clothes and anything else I could find. Honestly, I wanted to set it all on fire, through each piece into the little chimnea that sat out on the balcony, but instead, I put everything in the middle of the dining room table and poured a glass of wine.<br />
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There wasn't much really. When it was all together in the box, everything of his I could find, I suddenly realized where he and I really were in our relationship and there was a stark difference between where I thought we had been.<br />
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<i>I am just another Lisa to him. </i>I refilled the wine glass in front of me. <i>She probably doesn't even know about me and that's where he stays when he's not here. </i>The anger was like acid, an alcohol-infused acid that burned through everything. <i>I'm going to get him back.</i><br />
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When I woke up, there was an empty bottle of wine on the bedside table and a pile of clothes at the end of the bed that I didn't immediately remember putting there.<br />
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I got a shower and started through the pile wondering exactly what had happened, but then I saw the black bra that I had only worn once, a week after Chris and I had started dating. It was a front-clip demi that barely covered my nipples.<br />
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Chris hadn't been ready for me that night. We had gone to dinner and a movie and then drinks. By the time we got back to my place, we were both half-drunk and all kinds of horny. I had bought the bra, a garter and black thigh high stockings for the occasion and he was more than appreciative.<br />
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I picked up the bra, slipped my arms through the straps, and clipped it closed. I scooped my girls into position and stared down at my cleavage. The bra still fit and my breasts sat in the demi like two perfect mounds of flesh. I went to the drawer and found the garter belt, a little lace number that was about as wide as two fingers. The stockings were hanging in the closet and I put them on too, pulling each one up and clipping the little straps onto the belt.<br />
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Turning in the mirror, I gave myself a good once over. The results were better than I expected. The outfit still fit and I felt like I looked pretty good, the belt accentuated a little curve above my hips, but I was fairly sure no man could resist me and that alone seemed to cheer me up.<br />
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So, I put my white nurse's blouse over the black bra and I slipped my scrubs on over the thigh-high stockings and garter belt. I needed to feel sexy even if it was only for me.<br />
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Halfway through the day at work, I was heading toward a supply closet on the far end of the hall, when I saw three nurses standing outside of 305C, out of view of the door and whispering like school kids.<br />
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All three looked up at once and seemed to blush simultaneously. "Ladies?" I raised my eyebrows.<br />
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"Oh," Melody started for the middle station, halfway down the hall and the others fell in line behind her, all giggles and blush.<br />
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I saw the open doorway and the numbers beside it and shook my head. <i>Man, whoever that guy is...</i> I was almost by the door when a deep voice rang out. "Um, nurse?"<br />
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I froze.<i> Was that 305C? </i><br />
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"Can you help me out here?"<br />
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I turned through the open door and found a young man in his twenties with sandy blonde hair trying to get out of his bed but his robe's tie had apparently gotten caught on the arm of the opposite side of the bed and he was kind of caught like a dog at the end of his leash.<br />
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He blushed the moment our eyes met. "I'm sorry," he said, "I can't seem to get the tie..."<br />
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I moved across the room and reached my fingers down between the frame and the arm where the tie was caught, but when I got there, I couldn't help but notice the back of the man's robe was pulled open and he was naked underneath.<br />
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He might not have been Adonis but his body was a sculpted work of art. He had broad shoulders and large lateral muscles that turned his entire upper body into a triangle of toned, tanned muscle that led down to a narrow waist and a perfectly round little ass two shades lighter than his tan. I almost giggled out loud as the color difference.<br />
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"Thank you so much," he reached back and tried to close the robe as soon as the tension on the strap was gone.<br />
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"No problem," I started back around the bed.<br />
"I'm Zane," he blushed and offered his hand, "thanks for the rescue."<br />
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I shook his hand and let my eyes wander across him. The girls had been right, he was adorable, yummy, and every other adjective they had used to describe him.<br />
In addition to the physique that looked like it had been chiseled out of stone, Zane had misty blue eyes, a strong chin, and baby smooth skin - basically, he looked like he could have been a Calvin Klein model one of those young men with an almost timeless beauty.<br />
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"No problem," I let go of his hand when I felt the heat rise in my cheeks. "I'm Stacey," I pointed to the little name tag on my blouse.<br />
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"I haven't seen you before," Zane stood and stretched his arms over his head which ruffled his hospital gown a bit and played the fabric across the shape of his body.<br />
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"I, um," I averted my eyes from the shape of his thighs and the bulge in the thin fabric, "I am not assigned to these rooms, I was just, um, heading to get..."<br />
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"That sucks," He looked me over a little tingle of excitement moved through me. "You're the prettiest one so far," he winked and started toward the bathroom. "Excuse me for a second."<br />
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"Yeah, I, uh, I have to get back to..."<br />
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Zane looked over his shoulder and grinned. "What time do you get off?"<br />
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My cheeks were on fire and my palms felt sweaty. "Around eight," I blurted out the words as the left cheek of his ass came into view.<br />
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"Want to have dinner?"<br />
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A thousand thoughts raced through my head all at once - <i>was I allowed to have dinner with a patient? What were all the other nurses going to think? Oh my god, I had no idea he was so hot. Look at that little ass! I just want to smack it. I wonder if he's good in bed? I bet he has a huge...</i><br />
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"Stacey," the sound of my name brought me back to 305C where I saw Zane still standing in front of the bathroom door, a mischievous grin on his face, "are you staring at my ass?"<br />
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I almost choked and realized that I was, that I had been, that the left cheek of his ass, now wiggling a little as Zane moved it back and forth and laughed, was exactly what I had been staring at. "Um," I couldn't find another option, "yes?"<br />
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"Good," he pulled the little string and untied the robe, "I'll stare at your ass after dinner." He closed the door and I took a deep breath.<br />
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<i>What just happened?</i><br />
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***<br />
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At seven thirty, a man in a green shirt showed up at the nurse's station with a bouquet of flowers, red, yellow, and purple tulips in a beautifully-curved vase. "Stacey?" The man looked at the sheet in his hand. "Nurse Stacey, third floor?"<br />
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I looked at the flowers and then at the deliver man. "Yes, that's me."<br />
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I signed the sheet and then pulled the card from the vase. <i>Can't wait to stare at your ass tonight. -Zane. </i><br />
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All at once, I couldn't sort my feelings. On the one hand, I was as giddy and excited as a high school girl that just got asked to the prom by the cutest boy in school. But on the other hand, I was angry and boiling with rage.<br />
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Chris had never once bought be flowers. <i>Of course, Chris was too busy fucking two women to buy anyone flowers. </i>I thought of the pictures of Lisa on the bed and coming out of the shower, the shameless exhibition, the comfort she displayed, and I wondered.<br />
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"So, you've been a nurse of a couple of years, you said?" Zane pushed away the little tray of cafeteria food and smiled at me.<br />
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"Yeah, two and a half years." I was sitting on the edge of the bed finishing the blue jello in the upper left hand compartment of my tray. "It's what I always wanted to be."<br />
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"Nice," Zane looked me over and I met his eyes at the end. Neither of us looked away, it was obvious what we were both thinking, but I wasn't sure what to do next. "I always wanted to be doctor when I was little." Zane smiled and put his tray on the table. "That's not actually true," he chuckled, "I always wanted to play doctor with the neighbor girl."<br />
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I picked up the little tray and put in the table beside his. Lisa's pictures popped into my head again, the fearlessness she seemed to display. "No one ever played doctor with me," I set my hand on Zane's thigh and gave him a little squeeze.<br />
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He stared down at my hand. "I find that hard to believe."<br />
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"No, really," I stood up and walked to the door. Zane was going home tomorrow and I had already marked his chart for the remainder of the evening - we weren't going to be interrupted. I turned back toward the bed and met Zane's gaze.<br />
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I took a deep breath. <i>You can do this. You're strong. Take what you want. Show Chris who you are, how sexy you are. Show him what he's losing. </i>The voice in my head pushed me.<br />
<br />
Zane's eyes wandered across the curves of my form.<br />
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"You want to play with me?" I started back across the room. "You want to play doctor with me?"<br />
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Zane swallowed hard and nodded.<br />
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<i>What now? What are you going to do? </i>I walked across the room and sat back down on the edge of the bed. "Do you need me to take my clothes off doctor?" I reached back and pulled my hair out of it's ponytail.<br />
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Zane's eyes flared a bit. "Yes, actually, I, uh, yes, I will need to do an examination."<br />
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I reached up and unbuttoned a few buttons on my blouse and then pulled the fabric off my shoulders, revealing my breasts and the black bra.<br />
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"Oh, my..." Zane sort of sighed.<br />
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"Do you like them?" I stared down at the two pillows of pale flesh and then reached between Zanes legs and grabbed the hunk of flesh covered by sheets and his robe. "Do they turn you on?"<br />
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Zane took a deep breath and I felt the cock in my hand contract and swell. "Yes," he cooed softly.<br />
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<i>Oh my God, it's so big. It's huge. </i>I squeezed the hardening penis again.<br />
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"Bottoms too?" I looked at him coyly.<br />
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"Yes, please."<br />
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I put my phone on the little table, slipped my fingers into the waistband of the scrubs and pushed them down. Zane's eyes grew wide in astonishment before he whipped the bed sheets to the side and pulled his robe back away from his turgid member.<br />
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Now it was my turn for amazement. Zane's cock was two or three full inches longer than Chris' and a good bit thicker and suddenly, I wasn't trying to be strong anymore. Suddenly all I wanted was this.<br />
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"Come here," Zane pulled me down onto the bed and our lips met. His greedy hands moved across my body, starting at my back and shoulders and eventually moving to my tits.<br />
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I positioned my legs so my pussy laid flat against the shaft of his penis and then rocked my hips while we passionately kissed. His girth parted my lips and soon the hot flesh was rubbing against my clit, manually stroking him length.<br />
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My head was a blur. I felt like I had been drinking.<br />
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He yanked my breast free of the bra and bit into the underside.<br />
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The pain mixed with the pleasure and I put my hand on the back of his head. "Yes," I moaned, "you like that?" Zane nodded and I reached between our legs and slipped the tip of his cock into my darkness.<br />
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"Ohhhh," Zane pulled his head back and closed his eyes in rapture, "oh god, that feels so..."<br />
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The tip of his cock stretched my entrance and every muscle in my body tightened. His cock was so big. I bit my lower lip and pressed him further and as he stretched me open, impaling me on his length, I squirmed and tried to focus on the pleasure that washed across me. "Fuck me," I moaned deliriously. "Fuck me," I grabbed my own breast and squeezed while I milked the length of his cock with my pussy.<br />
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It was six o’clock when I got the text: <b>Hey, come one over</b><i>. </i>I
smiled and wrote back: <b>On my way.</b><i> </i>It was later than I wanted, especially
for a Friday night, but Casey said she needed help with some of her research
and Brad was out of town for football so it wasn’t like I had a whole lot to do
anyway. If it wasn’t for Casey, I would have probably just staying home, maybe
watched a movie or played on the computer all night. <i><o:p></o:p></i></div>
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While I was slipping on my shoes, another text came through.
<b>Wear something sexy, we’re going out
after. <o:p></o:p></b></div>
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I stared down at the screen. Casey and I had only been
friends for a few weeks, we had one class together, but the professor put us
together on a number of projects and we got along well. To be honest, I liked
her more because she had a place off campus, a house about three blocks away.
It wasn’t hers, I mean, it was her family’s but her mom was super nice and her
little sister was cute. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<b>K</b>, I texted the
letter and then tossed my phone on the bed and looked down at the beat-up jeans
and sweatshirt I was currently sporting. <i>Nope,
not going to do.</i> I walked to my closet and grabbed a few things, tossing
everything on the bed while I tried to figure out exactly what kind of <i>out </i>Casey was talking about.<o:p></o:p></div>
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After tossing half my closet on the bed, I decided I needed
clarification on what Casey was thinking. <b>What
should I wear?</b><i><o:p></o:p></i></div>
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My phone beeped. <b>Something…sexy.<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<i>Something sexy? </i>Like
I said, I had known Casey for a couple of weeks, and she didn’t seem like the
kind of girl that liked to get dressed up and go clubbing. She was pretty, don’t
misunderstand, but she wasn’t <i>that </i>girl.
When given the choice to where a pretty dress or a pair of jeans, Casey was
going jeans every time. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>Maybe that’s it
though, maybe she doesn’t know how to dress up, and maybe she wants to…</i>it
didn’t make much sense but it was the best I could come up with. I decided on
something not too dressy, but still kind of sexy, a simple skirt with a white
blouse and no bra. Sometimes sexy is what you <i>don’t </i>do.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b> </b>I made it over to the house by almost
seven. When I got there, Casey answered the door in jeans and a white sweater,
the same thing she had worn to classes, and her hair was pulled back in a
ponytail by a dark-colored little scarf. “Hey, girl!” She grinned from ear to
ear like she knew something I didn’t.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Is that Kate?” I heard her mom’s voice from the kitchen and
saw her peek around the kitchen door, happy as happy could be. “Hey,
sweetheart. Did you eat yet?” <o:p></o:p></div>
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It was one of my favorite things about Casey’s, it might not
have been her own place, but she had food, good food, cooked by someone with
love. But I had already eaten at the cafeteria. “No, miss Hark, I already ate.”
<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Linda, sweetie, call me Linda. You’re as good as family
now.” She smiled and disappeared back into the kitchen.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Come on,” Casey led us back to her room and the experiment,
at least all of her notes on the experiment were scattered across her bed like
a blanket of handwritten information. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Oh, Casey, wow.” I didn’t know what else to say, the piles
were loosely organized, the papers were all handwritten, complete with graphs,
and there had to be a hundred pages.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I know, mom is helping me put it all into the computer.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I turned and looked at her a bit confused. Something wasn’t
right, I mean, why was I dressed up like we were going somewhere if there were
a hundred pages of research to organize and transcribe? “Okay?” I looked down
at my outfit and then at hers.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Oh, don’t worry, this won’t take long.” She scooped up a
stack of papers and started sorting through them.” Most of it is has already
been disseminated.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I walked over to the bed and looked down at few of the pages
spread across the pillow. One page caught my attention - s<i>tage one trials, two subjects, both female. </i>I looked at another
pile and saw a number of graphs with numbers and letters but none of it made
any sense.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Brad’s in Virginia?” Casey asked.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Yeah, game tonight and Sunday,” I picked up a piece of
paper that said: All test measurements above average. “What is all this? What
class is it for?” <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Casey hesitated. “Well, it’s not for a class,” she made air
quotes, “per se.” <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“You guys want something to drink?” Linda’s voice echoed
from the kitchen.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“They’re girls, mom. We’re all girls!” It was Steph, Casey’s
little sister who called out from her room down the hall.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“You want something?” Casey asked.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Yeah,” I stared down at the paper in my hand and tried to
imagine what all of the research was for. She had never mentioned any
extracurricular work, any classes that would require <i>measurements.</i><o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Her mom arrived a few minutes later with three tall glasses
on a plastic tray and I noticed that she was a little more dressed up than
usual. Every other time I had ever seen Linda; she had always been in either <i>mom at home, </i>kind of clothes – comfy stuff,
like sweatshirts, flannel pajama pants and the like. Or she would still be in
work clothes – casual, office work type clothes. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
But tonight, she was in a sparkly, purple blouse with a
plunging neck line that showed the ample curves of her breasts. “Girls,” she
set the tray down on Casey’s computer desk, “I made us some iced tea,” she
winked at me and I realized that the three tall glasses were filled with Long
Island style tea.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I like your new haircut,” I looked at Linda’s new do, a short
cut that left her deep red hair in angles around her face. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Thank you! It was Casey’s idea,” Linda picked up one of the
glasses and took a long sip. “Friday!” She held her arm up over her head and
spun around. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
We all laughed and I took a drink of my own tea. It was
strong, and almost sour, but delicious. <i>This
is going to be fun. </i>I set the drink down on the tray and looked at Casey. “So,
are you going to tell me what all of this is?” I pointed to the bed. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Casey and her mom shared a split-second glance before Casey
picked up a stack of papers near the end of the bed. “Well, we have been kind of,”
she sorted through the stack like she was looking for something in particular, “working
with a scientist.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I shot a glance at Linda and she kind of shrugged. “A
scientist?” <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“You know how expensive school is, right?” Casey set the
papers down, sat on the edge of the bed, and adjusted her jeans.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I thought about the three of them living in that big house
alone, one daughter in college, one still in high school, and just Linda to
support everyone. It couldn’t have been easy. Like my own father kept reminding
me, life isn’t cheap. “Yeah,” I sighed, “nothing’s cheap.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Exactly,” Linda sat down and took another gulp of tea.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“So, we found a way to make some extra money.” Casey handed
me a sheet of graph paper with what looked like a complicated chemical
equation. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I stared down at the map of chemical bonds but I had no idea
what I was looking at. To me, it just looked like carbon, hydrogen, and a bunch
of other stuff I didn’t recognize. “What is this?”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The two exchanged looks again. “It’s an experimental thing.”
Casey said with some difficulty, like she wasn’t sure how to explain.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“We need to get the rest of the data in the computer, and
then we can go and talk about all this stuff.” Linda handed me my glass. “Here,
sweetheart, have a drink while I finish typing this stack.” <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I could already feel the effects of the alcohol. I was all
warm and fuzzy, even a little horny really, but I didn’t care. Casey needed my
help and it was fun hanging out with her and her mom. <i><o:p></o:p></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Two hours later, with two more drinks under my belt, we were
through most of the bed. We made a solid team, I sorted through everything, and
made neat piles of data based on the headings of each page, Casey organized
that data according to what the scientist wanted, and Linda typed it all into
the software. We were clicking right along, laughing about stories from Casey’s
childhood, talking about vacations we had had, places we had visited, when I
came across one page of notes that caught my attention.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
In the center of the page, in between some strange numbers
and weird codes, was the word <i>penis.</i>
I ran my eyes across the page again, curious. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The page was a data sheet, a bunch of questions and blanks
for answers. There were questions about when the chemical had been
administered, side effects, and time until first changes were noticed. The
words were blurred slightly as I tried to read.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“What’s that one?” Casey slipped the paper from my hands and
started to look it over.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Penis,” I said the word and almost laughed at the sound of
my own voice. “It has questions about penises or penis size or something,” I
tilted the last of my tea back. <i>God, that
was good. Linda makes a helluva drink. Mmm…I feel good.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Yeah, it’s a questionnaire,” Casey handed the paper to her
mother and their eyes met, but just for a second.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I reached over to the tray and took a sip off Casey’s drink.
“Whose penis are they asking about?” I blurted the question and Casey dashed
across the room to close the bedroom door.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She looked at me and then gave her mom a look like she
wanted her approval or opinion, I couldn’t tell which. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“What’s going on?” I looked back and forth between the two
of them. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“It’s us,” Casey looked down at her shoes.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“What?” I looked at the papers on the bed. “What’s <i>us</i>? What are you talking about?” I
picked up a fresh stack of papers.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“The penises,” Casey said softly, “they’re…ours.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Penises, what a funny
word. Two penises. Ours? Wait, what?</i> I looked over at Linda. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She had turned her chair toward the bed and was facing me
with a think grin on her face. I looked her over, stared down at the cleavage
that bubbled out of her purple top. Then down across the flatness of her belly
to her jeans. Nothing looked out of the ordinary. “Wait, you’re saying you…”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Yes,” Casey said.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And Linda slowly spread her knees in front of me. I looked
back and forth between her eyes and the place where her legs came together. I
wasn’t sure what was about to happen but something in me couldn’t look away. It
seemed impossible, like I had been told that cold was really hot and hot was
really cold and I had just had it backwards my whole life.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
It was lying against her inner thigh. I could see the bulge
in the dark blue denim. <i>Oh my. God, is
that a penis, a real penis? </i>I thought of Brad’s cock, the way it looked
when he got excited and we were driving somewhere, the way it could get stuck
facing the wrong way and create a bulge in whatever pants he was wearing. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
A little tingle of excitement went through me and I turned
toward Casey. “How the, what the?” I looked down at her jeans and noticed a
slight bump, a bulge. “Both of you?”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Casey nodded. “We had to find a way to pay for school and…”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I have a friend who works for a pharmaceutical company,”
Linda looked at me, “and he said if we could take the pills and then track…”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“…whatever happens, they would pay us for the data.” Casey stood
in front of me embarrassed.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“So,” I lowered my voice, “you took a pill, and now you guys
have dicks?” It didn’t seem possible. How could you take a pill and get a
penis? Nothing had ever worked that way before.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Yes,” Linda said, “that’s about the size of it.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I looked at Casey’s pants again and noticed the bulge had
gotten slightly larger. I tingled all over. What neither of them knew, what I
had never discussed with anyone before, was my predilection for cock. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
It had started when I was young. Somehow, at a young age, I
had learned that my pussy liked to be touched, but it liked to be filled, even
more. As a teenager, I found all kinds of things to use as dildoes – candle sticks,
vegetables; I could even cum working the edge of a desk in a pinch. But it wasn’t
until high school that I really started to understand my devotion to the form.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I didn’t just like a good stiff cock, I didn’t just want it
to fill and fuck me, I wanted to worship it. I loved everything about it, the
shape, the feel, and its purpose. And I was devoted to pleasing them.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Looking back and forth between the two women in the room, I
suddenly had a new, strange sense of purpose. I had always wondered what a
woman would be like with a penis, what it would look like and how it would
work, and now…I took a big swallow of Casey’s drink and smiled. “Well, why don’t
you let me see them?” I glanced over at Linda.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The two exchanged glances and Casey’s cheeks went crimson. “You’re
not afraid?” <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Afraid?” I took a step towards her and laid my palm against
the bulge behind her zipper. “I’m not afraid, I’m excited.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Casey leaned forward until her forehead touched mine. She
looked relieved, like I had just removed a giant weight from her shoulders. “Oh
my, God, Kate, you have no idea.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I tilted my head and kissed her as I gripped the lengthening
cock through her jeans. Her lips were soft and hesitant, but she gave into my
advances and slipped an arm around my back to pull our bodies together.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Oh,” I heard Linda unzip her jeans.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I kissed Casey for a few moments, and then dropped to my
knees. I had to see the monster my fingers had been playing with through the
thick denim. I unbuttoned the pants and slid the zipper down while Casey looked
watched my every move.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My head was filled with questions. <i>What is it going to look like? Do they still have vaginas? Do they
work? Can they cum? Is it possible to ejaculate? </i>I reached down into Casey’s
jeans, wrapped my fingers around the log of hot flesh, and pulled it free. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
It was more than I expected, more than I could have hoped
for. Casey’s cock was huge, a solid ten or eleven inches and as thick as my
wrist. I stared at throbbing tissue that looked exactly like any man’s penis
but was two or three times the size. “Oh my God,” I whispered. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My chest ached with anticipation. I couldn’t believe what I
was staring at. It was like I had stumbled onto the god of cocks and she was
demanding my worship. I reached under the heft and ran my fingers along the
puffy lips of Casey’s vagina. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Casey moaned and slowly lowered herself to the bed. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I can’t believe it,” I wrapped my fingers around the base
of it. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Do you want me to leave?” Linda asked.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I turned to answer her and found her holding her own ten or
twelve inches of rock hard cock. <i>They’re
both so beautiful, so amazing. </i>My pussy contracted and little tingle washed
across every nerve in my body.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“No,” I said, “you’re next.” I looked at Casey and slowly
stroked my hand from the base of her cock to the tip. “Does it work?” <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Her breath caught and she bit her lower lip. “Yes, oh God,
yes, it works.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I was thrilled. I stuck out my tongue and ran the tip from
the base to the glans. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Casey moaned and a giant drop of clear liquid squeezed out
of her turgid member.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I ran my finger through the goo and across the head before I
pulled her forward and slipped her between my lips. I couldn’t wait, I couldn’t
hold myself back. All I wanted was to please it, to worship its size and power.
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The pre oozed covered my tongue in its salty sweetness and I
swallowed more of her length and looked up.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Casey’s face was flushed with color and her eyes were
squinted closed almost like she was in pain or doing her best not to cum in my
mouth. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
But that was my job, my goal. I stroked my fingers along the
bottom of her dick faster as I bobbed my head along her length. I thought of
her mother, Linda, sitting behind me watching me suck her daughters cock. My
pussy was dripping wet, but it would have to wait.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I took my free hand and slid it under Casey’s cock and between
the petals of her flower. She looked down at me, her lips slightly parted, her
eyes glazed in ecstasy. “Yes,” she put her hand on the back of my head and
pressed her cock deeper into my mouth.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The first orgasm crashed across me. I closed my eyes and
buried Casey’s cock at the back of my throat as wave after wave of pleasure
broke across me. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“No, no wait, I’m going to cum,” Casey tried to back away
and pull her dick from my mouth, but I wouldn’t let go. I wanted it, I wanted
her to let go in my mouth, I wanted to taste her pleasure, the essence of her
cock and, with two fingers buried in her cunny and the tip of her dick nestled
between my tonsils, Casey exploded. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Hot, salty cum gushed into my mouth faster than I could swallow
and another orgasm overtook me.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I licked Casey clean like a kitten at a bowl of milk and
smiled up at her. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“That was fucking amazing,” she panted.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I smiled and slipped my fingers, the two that had been
inside her, between my lips before turning to her mother. “Now it’s your turn.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Linda’s eyes went wide. “Are you serious?” Her cock was
longer than Casey’s even and was standing proudly, had she tucked it under the
purple blouse, it would have been visible between her tits poking out of her
cleavage.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I crawled across the floor toward the monolith. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“You are amazing,” Linda sighed as I licked the length of
her starting at the bottom and working my way to the tip slowly, first once,
and then again and again. “I can’t believe…” she broke off I enveloped her with
my mouth. “Ohhhh…” she leaned back in the chair.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I slipped free of her for a moment and looked over my
shoulder. “What are you waiting for?” <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Casey looked at me and then at my ass as I wiggled back and
forth. “I get a turn too,” I said. “Fuck my brains out.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She dropped to her knees, crawled over, and pulled my
panties aside before sliding her tongue across my dripping snatch.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I moaned and sucked Linda back into my mouth. <i><o:p></o:p></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Bliss overcame me as Casey’s cock spread my pussy wide and
Linda made love to my mouth. I couldn’t believe the pleasure, the way my body
seemed to glow as another orgasm sent starburst behind my eyes. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
It was something, looking up and seeing Linda watch her
daughter’s hips fuck me from behind. It only worked to excite me more, and I
swallowed more of Linda’s length until she started to moan in earnest.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Mom! Can I go over…?” The bedroom door opened and Casey’s
little sister’s mouth fell open like she had seen a ghost. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
None of us could stop. I glanced up and saw Linda’s eyes
close as she bucked her cum into my eager mouth and her oldest daughter sprayed
her sticky delight across my ass and back. <o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
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<div class="MsoNormal">
We had been on the road for hours. The desert seemed as
endless as the starry night. We hadn’t said much since the last gas stop.
Giselle was still upset about the Lisa. It didn’t matter that it had only
happened once or that we were technically <i>on
a break. </i>Giselle had come home on her lunch break and found Lisa and I on
the couch.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
This trip was supposed to be our <i>reset </i>button. After two days of fighting and arguing we came to
that moment, that single point in time where you know – it’s do something to
get back on track or walk away. I had suggested a road trip. “Come on, you love
long drives. We’ll go west, out across the desert, we’ll just drive, you and
me. We can do this.” I was pleading, but it’s what I felt. I didn’t want to
lose her.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Giselle’s face was red with anger. She had been betrayed by
the one person that had promised not to, me. “Fine. Let’s do it. Let’s do one
last thing together.” It wasn’t an ideal answer but it was better than walking
out of my life forever, which is what I thought was going to happen.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
But the road trip hadn’t been a cure all, like I had
thought. No, Gi was still fuming, the anger burning just under the surface, and
the slightest thing would set her off. I tried to keep the conversations as far
away from <i>that </i>day as possible, but
somehow it always came back to that.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Those cacti are
gorgeous,” it was almost lunch time. We had been on the road for a few hours
already but the radio had been on and we were both kind of waking up so we hadn’t
talked much. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Gi looked out the window at the tall saguaro off in the
distance, there was one in particular that only had one arm on the left side. “Like
a dildo,” Gi sighed and I knew what she was thinking.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Or a one-armed man,” I tried to keep things light and cheerful.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I still don’t understand why,” Gi’s voice fell back to the tone
it had taken over the past few days. “I just don’t, you know, get it. What were
you thinking?”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I wasn’t!” I sang the same song I had been singing since
the door had opened. And it was the truth; I had no idea why what happened. I mean,
one minute Lisa and I are sitting on the couch having coffee and talking about
nothing in particular, and then she mentioned that she had gotten a new toy for
her and her partner and things just, kind of, went off the rails.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Lisa and her partner, Sarah, were both normal women. They
didn’t know about Giselle, they had no idea that her and I were more like a
normal couple than most lesbians, that our sex life was surprisingly similar to
a heterosexual couple’s sex life. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And, I don’t know, when I saw the thing. You know, when Lisa
had pulled the massive, double-ended dildo out of her purse and held it up…it
kind of caught me off guard.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Isn’t it beautiful?” Lisa had held the thick, blue phallus
up to the light for me to admire.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The thing was amazing, almost like a life cast of a real
cock, a massive one complete with the heavy vein along the top and familiar
mushroom-shaped head. It reminded me of Giselle, of the thick rod of futanari
meat between her legs, the throbbing cock that I loved to ride. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Instinctively, I had reached up and wrapped my hand around
the girth of the thing. “It’s amazing.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
It had happened right then, I mean, looking back, I could
see the moment clearly. We had been sitting side by side, we had been both been
holding onto a massive dildo, and we had both suddenly been turned on.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Now, I had known Lisa for years, even before Giselle, and we
had almost dated, would have if Sarah wouldn’t have come along. And it as
weird, it wasn’t like I had feelings for her. It wasn’t like I had wished that
I was with Sarah instead of Giselle (I would have never made that decision),
but there was this moment.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
We had both kind of felt it. I had looked into her eyes, she
had looked into mine, and then…well, she had leaned forward and kissed me.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Her lips mouth had been hot, her lips like fire against
mine. And when we had parted, my head a blur of lust and caution, she had
slipped the head of the dildo between her lips and I…well, I had given in to
temptation. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
We had kissed again and I had taken charge, imagining what
it must be like to be Giselle, to be a woman with a cock about to fuck another
woman. It had been a fantasy of mine forever, and Lisa, without hesitation,
obviously willing to give in to a <i>what
if, </i>had pulled me on top of her.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
When Giselle had walked in, the thick plastic was burrowed
in each of us, our legs tangled over and under each other’s, our hips thrusting
in harmony, rocking our bodies to our umpteenth orgasm.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“You have to let it go,” I said softly as we continued to
drive, the road a never ending ribbon of black asphalt in front of us, a
thousand drivers moving past us lost in their own worlds.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Let it go?” Giselle’s almost spat the word. You need to
understand that I am your partner. Me. There is no one else.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I nodded and went back to staring out the window. <i>What have I done? She’s right. I don’t want
to lose. I would do anything to fix this. <o:p></o:p></i></div>
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Day passed into night and we moved through more radio
stations in virtual silence. Giselle drove and I stared out the window until a
thought occurred to me, one way I knew I could bring Giselle around.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I glanced over and she ignored me, one hand on the wheel,
her eyes straight ahead. “You know I love you,” I said softly.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Giselle looked at me. “Doesn’t feel like it.” There was
still some acid in her voice, but less. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“You’re right,” I moved a little close to her, just a
little, enough for her notice, “I’m yours, completely. I don’t know what I
would do without you.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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She leaned back in her chair and gave me an appraising look.
“Mine, huh?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I nodded. I would do anything to make her happy, anything to
make the war between us end.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I’m going to make you prove that,” the grin on her face was
mean and I tingled with excitement.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yes, I’ll do anything. Tell me.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Giselle looked me over, the way you look at a sizzling steak
when you’re hungry. “Take your clothes off.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I looked at her for a moment, for a second. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“I said take off your clothes,” her voice was stern, the
words were an order.<o:p></o:p></div>
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My nipples immediately grew hard and I slipped my t-shirt
over my head exposing the red, pushup bra that I knew she liked.<o:p></o:p></div>
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But Giselle gave me a wry grin. “All of them. Now.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I reached back without a word, unhooked my bra, and slipped
out of the straps exposing my tits to the cool night air. My puffy, dark nipples
stood out defiantly.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Giselle grinned. “Now the rest.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Kicking my sandals off, I reached down and shimmied out of
my shorts and matching panty. Now I felt exposed, like I had never been naked
in front of her before. I don’t know why it felt that way, but it did. I
crossed my legs to hide my pussy, but Giselle’s hand came down on my thigh. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“No,” she held my leg in place. “I want to see it,” she said
firmly.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I spread my left leg toward her and my right toward the
door. “Like this?” I looked down at the neatly trimmed mound and ragged little
lips of my cunt and felt my chest tighten. I was getting turned on. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Now take off my clothes,” Giselle stared out the
windshield. “All of them.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I reached over and we worked her out of the loose polo shirt
she was wearing. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her heavy breasts, almost twice
as big as my own, hung down like ripe fruit. I started to reach for her right
breast, I wanted to tweak the nipple and watch the little bit of pain light
across her face, but she pulled away. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Don’t touch me,” she snapped, “do what I told you.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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A shiver of excitement went through me. She wanted to play
rough, she wanted to dominate me, force me to pay what I had done, and I loved
the idea. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I reached down and unbuttoned her shorts. The fabric was
stretched tight over her cock, the length running forward, trapped along her
thigh. I pulled the zipper down and reached into the opening to free her before
I tugged the fabric down her thighs.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Her cock, all thirteen inches of its thick, hot magnificence
sprang up and thumped the bottom of the steering wheel. Giselle, cocked her
knee against the wheel, reached up and put her hair in a ponytail while I sat
and stared down at the throbbing dick I wanted more than air.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Suck it,” she reached over and grabbed the back of my head.
“Suck it,” she pressed me down until her cock parted my lips.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I closed my eyes. The skin was hot and could feel her
contract as I swallowed more and more of her.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yes, swallow it.” She pressed me head down until the tip of
her cock touched my gag reflex, but I had been there before and I relaxed my
throat. I wanted my punishment, craved it. If nothing else, I deserved it.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Fuck!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I swallowed more of her, pressing her into my throat and
breathing through my nose. I could smell the musk of her pussy and, without
being told, I spread her lips wide and dipped a finger into her darkness.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yes,” the car’s engine roared for a moment as she pressed
the accelerator in excitement. “Fuck me,” she ordered and her hips began to
thrust her throbbing dick deeper into my throat.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I pressed another finger inside her, deeper this time, I
wanted her to come, to let go of everything that had been between us.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Another,” she ordered breathlessly, “all of them.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I took my orders and pressed all four fingers into a
dripping snatch. Hot precum oozed down my throat. I spread my fingers as wide
as I could and began moving my hand faster and faster inside of her. <o:p></o:p></div>
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My own heart was racing, my cunt a dripping mess between my
legs. I crawled onto all fours pointing my ass at the window and the cars we
passed on the highway, but none of that mattered, none of that existed. All
there was in that moment was Giselle and I.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She fucked my face while I worked her cunt until I heard the
familiar groans. “I’m going to cum,” she said between clenched teeth. “Swallow
it, swallow it all.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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And she came. The thick white juice raced down my throat
until I couldn’t swallow. It backed up into my mouth. I couldn’t breathe. She
groaned and another shot of cum jetted from her swollen cock.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I tried to back away but she held me still, firmly planted
on the end of her dick as cum bubbled out my nose and her pussy let go.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I sent him the picture because I knew he would get angry. <o:p></o:p></div>
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He had already told me that we couldn't talk on the phone,
no more text messages, no more Facebook, nothing that left a trail. His wife
had been too close, nosing around his email and phone. I still don’t know what
set her off, the perfume he likes me to wear is light, like spring flowers, and
I only spray it across my breasts. <o:p></o:p></div>
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But two nights ago, after she had gone to sleep, he had
called upset and worried that he was going to lose everything. “We can’t do
this anymore. I can’t keep seeing you. I can’t take a chance on losing
everything just because I can’t keep my cock out of you.” <o:p></o:p></div>
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Of course, I tried to calm him down, tried to be a friend
and a good listener. I told him that it was alright, that he was worried about
nothing, that there was nothing for her to find, that we had been careful.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It took almost an hour, but he finally seemed to soften a
bit. For a minute, I thought he was going to cry, but he came around, said it
wasn’t my fault, said he was sorry for brining me into his problems, that he
didn’t need this kind of shit happening right now, but that I was the only good
thing in his life. You know, all the right things when you are confused between
the woman lying in your bed and the woman downstairs.<o:p></o:p></div>
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From my window downstairs, I watched his wife drive off the
next morning. I wondered if he was up yet or if he had decided to sleep in. And
I’ll be honest, I thought about leaving him alone. There was a little part of
me that felt sorry for him, but then I liked what we had, I liked him.<o:p></o:p></div>
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So, wearing nothing but my skimpy little bath robe, the one
that hits me right in the middle of my thighs, I walked from the second floor
to the fourth. The whole way, I wrestled with what I was doing. I mean, he was
trying to be a better man, right? Trying to keep his failing marriage together,
but I didn’t like the fact that everything was <i>his</i> decision. Wasn't I part of this too? I mean, I liked us, I
liked the way we fit together, his cock, the way he held me after we were spent.
<i>Can’t a girl decide what’s good for her too?
</i><o:p></o:p></div>
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The front door was unlocked and I could hear the shower
running. I looked around the place. There were bills on the kitchen table, his
suit jacket was hanging on the doorknob to the second bedroom, his office, and
I leaned down and smelled the lapel. I do love the way he smells.<o:p></o:p></div>
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After sneaking around a bit, the adrenaline pumping through
me as I thought about the possibilities of getting caught – his wife coming
home was my biggest worry, I carefully opened the bathroom door and stepped
inside.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The room was filled with steam and the smell of his soap
thrilled me. I pulled the curtain back and dropped the robe from my shoulders. <o:p></o:p></div>
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His eyes went wide and wandered over curve of my body. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I tucked my hair behind my ear and took him in. It was that
moment, that moment where you can almost feel the energy between two people
and, as I stood there naked, the steam from the shower washing around me, his
eyes glued to my form, he didn’t say a word about <i>mistakes </i>or <i>getting caught</i>.
<o:p></o:p></div>
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No, as I stepped under the warm spray, dropped to my knees,
and wrapped my fingers around his stiffening cock; it was like he had forgotten
all about his wife, all about the way we had talked the night before. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I have no idea how
late he was that morning, but I could feel my pussy for the rest of the day
because that morning he had taken me like I was his. After I had bobbed my head
on the end of his thick rod for a few minutes, long enough to taste the precum
that oozed across my tongue, he had pulled me to my feet, kissed me, and then
turned me around.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Bend over,” he had growled.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Excitement shivered through me, like I said, I’m a girl that
likes cock, and his was one of my favorites. I bent over and shot him a coy
glance over my shoulder as I spread my legs. “Like this?” I asked innocently.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Without a word, he gripped my hips, his fingers dug into the crease where my thighs met my waist.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I closed my eyes and took a breath as he lined himself up.
The anticipation was enough, I was soaking wet.<o:p></o:p></div>
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And then he was in me, his cock stretching my pussy wide as
he buried himself to the hilt. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I tried to dig my nails into the tile, it felt so good, the
force, the way he pushed and pulled me onto his dick. I was his fuck toy, a rag
doll to his animalistic thrusts. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I had never seen him last as long as he did that morning.
That morning he was unstoppable, a piston, a machine. Gone was the man that
usually fucked me only when I asked for it. No, that morning he was an beast –
from behind under the spray of the shower, then on the edge of the sink after
we toweled off, my legs wrapped around the small of his back, and finally on
his bed, my hair dripping wet on his wife’s pillow.<o:p></o:p></div>
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My phone beeped. It was him. Under the picture of me,
sitting in my little breakfast nook in the naughty new outfit I had gotten just
for him, were the words: Don’t move. I’m on my way. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“No, I don’t think you heard me,” Ethan’s voice was even,
soft even, as he stared across the room, through the open door, and out at
Michelle’s desk. “Well, Frank, if you can’t be there for the closing, I think
it’s time I found another property lawyer.” He knew she could hear him, knew
she recognized the tone in his voice, but she didn’t turn toward his office. <i>Does
she know I am watching her? Can she feel it?</i><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i>“Mister Barrett, I don’t think that’s necessary. I mean,
you and I have had a long…”</i><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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“Yes, Frank, I understand. Please send Michelle your final
invoice. Thank you for all your help over the years.” Michelle turned her head
at the sound of her name and met Ethan’s gaze. <i>She’s really quite
pretty.</i>Ethan looked her over. Her posture was perfect; her back as straight
at the cricket bat that leaned against the wall near his window. Her hair was
wrapped around a black onyx chopstick, a Christmas present he had picked up in
Tokyo the year before.<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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She smiled and then returned to the stack of paper in front
of her.<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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“Mister Barrett, wait just a…”<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Ethan set the receiver down and stepped over to the window
at the back of his office. “Michelle?”<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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The young woman stepped into through the door and swept a
rogue curl of blonde hair out of her face. “Yes, Mister Barrett?”<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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“We need a new property lawyer.”<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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She swiped a finger across the tablet in her hand. “Yes,
sir.”<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Ethan sat down behind his desk and watched his assistant as
she concentrated on the tablet. She was dressed in a simple black skirt, a
white blouse, and black high heels that had a number of straps around the
ankle. <i>She wore the shoes for me. </i>He almost smiled at the
thought. The straps were meant to remind him, the straps, <i>and</i> the
little red tie around her neck.<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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“Which firm would you like to approach,” she looked up from
the tablet.<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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“Ingram’s firm has some new blood. Imra, that was her name.”<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Michelle’s fingers worked the tablet furiously and, within a
moment, she had the name. “Bridgette Imra, yes, she’s at Ingram and Fletcher.
Would you like me to contact her?” She looked up and the little rogue hair
escaped her ear and fell across her left eye. She lifted her hand and tucked it
behind her ear a little embarrassed by the way Ethan stared at her.<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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“Yes, call Fletcher and tell him I’m coming over tomorrow to
meet with him, Ingram, and Miss Imra.”<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Michelle’s touched her screen. “Absolutely, what time would
you like me to tell him?” She didn’t look up.<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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“Six o’clock,” Ethan touched his desktop, the little inset
screen in the corner, and the windows tinted to forty-percent, darkening the
entire room in shades.<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Michelle didn’t look up. Her feet shifted like she had to
suddenly adjust her weight to remain upright, and she bit the corner of her
bottom lip. <i>Control, Michelle.</i> Ethan watched her hands, they
trembled as she manipulated the tablet, and he could almost feel her
struggling. <i>Come on, </i>he thought,<i>you can do this.</i><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Michelle finished her notes, took a deep breath, without
being too obvious, and composed herself before she looked back at her employer.
“Is there anything else, sir?” Her voice betrayed the slightest hint of
excitement but her eyes were steady and firm.<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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“That was well done,” he was being honest, she had learned a
great deal of control over the past two weeks.<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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She blushed, “thank you, sir.”<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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“Come here,” he looked over and thought of the first night
he had begun teaching her.<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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She took a step and then froze, “Miss Thompson, from
downstairs will be arriving any minute.”<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Ethan held out his hand. “Yes?”<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Michelle stepped toward him, her eyes went wider with each
step, but he could see the struggle. She wanted to run into his arms, wanted
him to take her and pull her close.<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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He watched her walk, watched each stride as she moved across
the room. She really was beautiful. She stopped a foot from him, he could smell
her perfume.<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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She looked up at him. “Yes, sir?” Her voice quivered
slightly, like she was barely able to force herself to obey.<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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“Under the desk,” Ethan pointed to the dark, little alcove
his chair filled.<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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“Yes, sir.” Michelle swallowed and turned toward the desk.<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Ethan watched her tight little ass swing as she walked away
from him and remembered the red tie he had worn the first night, the tie he had
used to blindfold her and then to tie her hands to the bed.<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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She set the tablet on the desk, bent over slowly, allowing
Ethan to watch the black skirt as it rode up, and showed off the
charcoal-colored stockings.<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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He wanted to tear them, wanted to reach down and forcibly
remove and reveal the round cheeks of her ass. <i>Control, </i>he
thought.<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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She climbed into the cubby-sized hole and turned around. The
look on her face was priceless, her eyes shined with expectant delight. It had
been weeks since Ethan had touched her, weeks since he had taken her home and
shown her what a master really was.<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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“Mister Barrett?” Ellen Thompson, head of Barrett Industries
bio-chem department stood in the doorway. “I’m sorry, Michelle wasn’t at her
desk.”<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Ethan took a breath and completely ignored the young woman
under his desk. “No, Ellen, it’s fine. She just stepped out. Come in.” He
walked over to his desk, waited until Ellen had taken a seat, and then sat and
moved his chair forward.<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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“You wanted to talk about the recent developments with
J3Th?” Ellen voice started. “As you know, testing for J3Th…”<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Michelle’s fingers were on his thighs, slowly rubbing the
tops of his legs, slowly moving higher.<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Ethan took a deep breath. “Yes, Ellen, I know about the
testing, what I was concerned with was the consistent budget overruns in your
department.”<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Ellen sputtered for a moment. “Yes, well, as you know, the
drug has shown a marked improvement in…”<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Ethan stopped listening as Michelle’s patience faltered. The
rubbing stopped and her nimble fingers worked the zipper of his pants, and then
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Melissa sat on the other side of the bedroom in the little reading chair I had by the window. She was already dressed for work wearing a sleek, grey skirt, black stockings, and tight, white blouse buttoned tight to the neck.<br />
I couldn't help but smile. The way she was staring at me, the little mischievous grin as her eyes played across me lying naked in the bed.<br />
"Morning," I stretched my arms over my head and felt the throbbing cock against my stomach.<br />
"Mmmm," she licked her lips and stared at my turgid organ.<br />
I sat up and the rock hard cock slipped between my breasts, like a glove, like it was meant to nestle between the two orbs of silky flesh.<br />
"Have you just been sitting there staring at me?" I ran a hand through my hair and wondered how bad I looked. It was the first time Melissa had stayed over, and <i>this </i>was not how I imagined it would go.<br />
"How could I not?" She let out a deep sigh and I could tell she was remembering last night, the way we had burned most of the night away, her body constantly attached to my cock, from behind, on top, beneath.<br />
"What do you want?" I slid my hands up my thighs and spread my legs giving her a straight view of my both my cock and my quim.<br />
Melissa glanced at her watch. "I only have a few minutes."<br />
I wrapped my fingers around the base of my throbbing rod. "Want to watch me cum again?"<br />
Her eyes widened.<br />
"Want to watch me stroke myself, make myself cum all over the place?" A thick bead of precum oozed from the tip and I ran my finger through it. "Is that what you want? Something to think about on the drive?" I ran the finger between my lips and across my tongue. "Hmmm?"<br />
Melissa cleared her throat and nodded. I could see the longing in her eyes. She wanted me, she was crazy for me, all she could think about were the hours I had spent plunging my cock into her dripping pussy.<br />
I squeezed and felt the familiar excitement wash across me. I pulled my shoulders forward and pressed my breasts around the hot flesh as I bucked my hips.<br />
The tip of my shaft rose and fell with each thrust.<br />
Melissa's eyes grew wider as I stared down at the phallus and parted my lips.<br />
God, it felt good, the slightly sweet taste of precum ooozed across my tongue and I squeezed the base of my cock tighter.<br />
Melissa was practically vibrating with excitement. She shifted her hips and uncrossed her legs. I stared into the shadows between her thighs and thought of the warm cunt, the sleeve of quivering flesh I had stretched hours before.<br />
The pressure built. My tool grew in my hands, thickened as I bucked it's girth between my breasts.<br />
"Touch yourself," I stared at Melissa. "Do it, reach down between your legs."<br />
She obeyed, spreading her legs until the skirt shifted high enough that I could see the black lace thong she had worn over the night before. "Do it." My heart was pounding. The pre oozed from my cock, covering the top of my breasts.<br />
"Yes," Melissa pulled the lace to one side and spread her lips wide before plunging her middle finger into herself.<br />
"More," I rasped doing everything I could to hold back the orgasm that was building in my belly.<br />
She pressed two fingers in and closed her eyes as they disappeared deep inside her. "Oh..." she cooed.<br />
I thought of the way our bodies had tangled, our breasts crushed together, her flat belly against mine as I fucked her. <br />
She reached up and gripped her own breasts. "Yes," she said, "come with me."<br />
I let go.<br />
Hot cum spurted from my cock, the first bolt splashed against my ear and hair, the second against my cheek. I moaned. Each contraction ejected more of the milky white serum, but I couldn't stop pulling on my flesh, it felt too good.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735055693231810884.post-54175782544700273212015-02-12T13:42:00.000-08:002015-04-04T06:10:28.017-07:00Blue Futanari Saga<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Oh. My. God. I cannot believe that we are already on chapter 9 of the series. I know the last few have been slow to get from my head to <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/519081" target="_blank">Smashwords </a>or <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Supplicant-Blue-Futanari-Book-1-ebook/dp/B00JAPU7CW/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1423777278&sr=8-1&keywords=blue+futanari" target="_blank">Amazon</a>, but things in real life managed to mess up all my pretty little plans. It happens, right?<br />
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So, without further ado, allow me to present the ninth chapter in the series: Aria.<br />
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In Seduction, we left Alexys with a vague idea of what Hester was after and who was in the way of her dreams - namely a man by the name of Tucker. Now, we all know Tucker is a problem. He's powerful, arrogant, and seems to lead the town the way a king or a Pharaoh might - by fear.<br />
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But Hester has a plan and, somehow, Alexys is a major part of it. Of course, there's the promise of a trade. Alexys helps Hester and Hester, in turn, will help Alexys gain power, a great deal of power, power that Alexys hopes will get her home.<br />
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“I don’t
think it’s fair that you make me choose.” Aria pushed her bottom lip out and
pouted.<br />
The look on
her face was priceless, the spoiled rich girl, her hair in finger curls that
cascaded over her shoulders like gold spun silk, her dress, a work of art. But
it was her lips that drew me in, the crooked, mischievous little smile, the
upturned corners. She had control of the men in front of her. And she liked it.<br />
<i>God,
she’s a spoiled little minx.</i>I phased
into her thoughts and blended into the dream. I closed my eyes and became the
soldier. I would have Aria. What better way to begin Tucker’s punishment than
to take his wife, in her own fantasy, and then wake her.<br />
The two
gentlemen in suits smiled.<br />
“I don’t
believe you do,” I, standing in for her fantasy of a soldier, smiled and took
off my jacket.<br />
Her eyes
flared as they worked over the soldier’s physique. She liked the soldier, it
wasn’t the first time that she had imagined them together. He, now I, was one
of her favorites.<br />
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outside her body, back to the little upstairs bedroom. I was hungry. The powers
inside of me seemed to come to life, stirring inside of me like a raging waters
during a storm. I gave in to the desire and peeled back the blankets of Aria’s
bed. I wanted to see her in reality, wanted to drink her in while she dreamed.<br />
Her night
shirt was already up along the top of her thighs as if she had pulled it up and
out of the way before I had arrived. The cool air of the room wafted across the
soft skin of her legs and little goose bumps rose along her skin and heartbeat
rose.<br />
Reaching
out, I ran my fingertips along the inside of her calves, the rise and fall of
the muscles. Starting at the bottom and slowly moving higher, I watched her
body react to my touch. She sighed and slowly spread her legs. The nightshirt,
tight against the curves of her hips, rose.<br />
Her flesh
was warm to the touch.<br />
<o:p> </o:p>In her
dream, my jacket fell to the floor.<br />
“It’s
always you,” she whispered.<br />
I swept my
arm around her lower back and pulled her close. The other two in the room
vanished, instantly forgotten as the desire surged through her bloodstream. The
light in the dream shifted and became weaker, as if she had blown out most of
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The entire series is available at <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Blue-Futanari-Bundle-Gabrielle-Prevot-ebook/dp/B00K89O1PI/ref=pd_sim_kstore_2?ie=UTF8&refRID=1YFTJ242GBTHE6C8F5SE" target="_blank">Amazon</a> and <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/519081" target="_blank">Smashwords</a> and remember that entire beginning of the series - books 1 through 6 are available in a bundle at both places.<br />
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Well, I hope everyone here in America had a lovely holiday and those elsewhere had a lovely weekend! On Friday, just before I left town for a bit, I published the latest chapter in the Blue Futanari series - <a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00KJ363FY">1691</a>. The title may give away a little bit about where the story is headed, but I don't think it's too overt. <br />
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At the end of <a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00K6ZSXHQ">Fray</a>, chapter 6, Alexys took on Toniat face to face. It was a short battle and Toniat, with a wave of her hand, sent Alexys somewhere - we really don't know where but we do get a sense that it is back in time, way back in time on the eastern coast of the America. She gathers her wits and realizes that a war part of Indians is about to attack a village. And that's where we left it. I then proceeded to bundle chapters 1 - 6 into a single bundle and published it on <a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00K89O1PI">Amazon</a>. Like I said in an earlier post, I thought it was a good place to cut the series up a bit and, if you buy your books on Amazon, a good place to cut you a <b>major </b>price break - get 1-6 for <b>$4.99</b>. <br />
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Alright, that catches us up. Now then, I immediately began work on next chapter - <a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00KJ363FY">1691</a>. This one picks up right where the last one left off - Alexys is in the middle of the street, weak from her battle with Toniat, the village she is in front of is about to be attacked, and she has to do something. <br />
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I am super-excited about where the series is headed. I think the next collection will really bring Alexys into her own, give the reader a thrilling romp through the late 1600's - complete with sexual rituals, witchcraft, and the usual compliment of twists and turns. <br />
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Here is a sample:<br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><i><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Hester watched the wagon disappear
into the forest before she turned back to me. The anger was still there, the
burning hatred for the men in the wagon, but there was also pain and worry. She
walked to the edge of the little symbol I stood inside of and collapsed to her
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><i><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Where did you learn this?” I looked
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string of words, had such an effect on me. All my life I had denied the
possibility of the supernatural - the idea of gods and magic. That there was a
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witchcraft.” Hester stared at the symbols and edicts that flowed across my
robe. “My mother said it was the power of the earth, that we asked the goddess
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touch her, wanted to take her and suckle the energy she could provide. My soul
felt hungry but I denied the urge. I was a goddess, a goddess unlike Toniat who
kept a temple full of slaves to give her power.
I didn’t need a group of humans who had their brains scrambled. I would be worshiped by choice or trade. My
adherents would love me. I would not force or betray a human to gain what I
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As always, please remember that the books are available just about everywhere - <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Gabrielle-Prevot/e/B008H34846/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1">Amazon</a>, <a href="https://itunes.apple.com/us/artist/gabrielle-prevot/id545526737?mt=11">iTunes</a> (although I have no idea why they haven't approved volumes 1 & 2 yet), <a href="https://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html">All Romance</a> and <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/gabrielleprevot">Smashwords </a>(which is every other format under the sun.) Like I mentioned, some of the pricing is a little wonky across the platforms.<br />
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Let me know what you think of the new cover and direction!<br />
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Alright, part 6 in the continuing saga of Alexys Sans went live this week and I thought it was the perfect spot to call it a book or a bundle or, you know, something like that. (More on this later.) Part 6 is a roller coaster ride of adventure. Alexys meets a human who can answer some questions, a spiritualist, but Mira shows up and there's a sudden changes of plans - eek. <br />
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Part 6 also brings another new character into Alexys' life - Muma who is the god of lost children. Throughout history he has been portrayed in mythology and legend as an ugly old crone, but he's actually a pretty studly guy - blonde, shaggy hair, a winning smile, and abdominal muscles that look like ropes laid parallel to each other - super dreamy yummy.<br />
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Right, so I get it, you're wondering why he's a guy - well, you can't have a hot guy as the god of lost children, it raises too many questions, gets a little weird, and so...a crone. No one looks at a crone twice, right?<br />
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So, back to part 6 - we get to meet Muma, a fellow god, who is both willing and able to shed some light on Alexys' situation. He explains who she is, where she came from, and why Mira is so much more powerful than her. It's an interesting story - where the gods came from and all that. <br />
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I will leave the rest for your reading leisure - no spoilers here.<br />
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Also, like I said before, I thought it was the perfect time to wrap the first six chapters into a single book/bundle. So, Blue <u><b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00K89O1PI">Futanari Bundle I</a></b></u> is available on <b><u>Amazon </u></b>for 4.99. It's all six parts - Supplicant through Fray in one collection! That's some novel length futanari erotica right there. :)<br />
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Hope you enjoy it.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735055693231810884.post-82949648496573929482014-04-27T11:05:00.004-07:002015-04-04T06:11:22.704-07:00Blue Futanari Series UpdatesThank you all again for making the series such a great success! I cannot tell you how much it means to me to be able to write these stories, put them out there, and get such wonderful feedback from you guys. It's super awesomesauce. <br />
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So, because I am enjoying writing it so much and it is doing so well - I have put chapter 2 up for free on Smashwords. That's right, Chapter 2 in the series is <strong><u>FREE</u></strong>. That's right, free futanari fiction! (see what I did there?) Two of them - <u>Supplicant</u> (chapter 1) and <u>Transformation</u> (chapter 2).<br />
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Amazon still has it priced at 2.99. <u><strong>Please</strong></u> feel free to report it as free as they will not lower the price any other way. They are weird like that.<br />
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Enjoy!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735055693231810884.post-73931087343620392752014-04-25T07:57:00.000-07:002015-04-04T06:11:33.427-07:00Blue Futanari: Illusion<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Chapter 5 in the ongoing series is LIVE!<br />
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Alright, this one has some parts that took me by surprise. Without giving too much away, lets just say that chapter 5 has...tentacle sex. It didn't start that way, but the story required a serious complication in Alexys' plan and...well, that's the way it went down. <br />
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The idea of tentacle sex was something that I had come across when I was researching futanari. I didn't pay much attention to it, it was just mentioned here and there, but apparently my brain didn't let it go, because when I started writing it, it just kind of rolled that way. I mean, one minute there are no tentacles anywhere for any reason and the next...lets just say someone is bucking their hips against a writhing tentacle buried deep inside her.<br />
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Here's the quick description of chapter 5:<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><em>The goddess Alexys is sure that what she saw in Mira's
temple was the box that Txaollix had been captured in but Mira has left her
standing in front of her Julia in the exact moment they had stepped free of and
the goddess is nowhere to be found.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But
Alexsys is finally ready to embrace her godhood, finally ready to accept the
gift of her first adherent.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now all she
needs is a final goodbye to those that loved her mortal life, a temple like
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Part 4 of the new series is live! Woot! And...here's the blurb.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><em>It’s that strange moment when your first adherent falls to
her knees to worship you and another futa goddess (something you didn’t even
know existed) magically appears on the other side of the room and stares at you
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><em>But who is the strange, new goddess and how does she know so
much about Alexys?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What does she know of
Txaollix and her sisters?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And why does
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<u><strong>To everyone who has been following along:</strong></u><br />
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<strong>Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Your kind reviews and emails have been amazing. I am so glad you are enjoying it and thank you for taking the time to share your thoughts. I love the fact that my readers reach out to me. Nothing makes me happier than getting a message on reddit or in my gmail or a tweet or on Literotica - and then when you guys are all super happy with my work? Fireworks!</strong><br />
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Alright, back to the blog post thingy. Now, if you haven't been following along and somehow just stumbled across this, like I said, this is the 4th part of the series. Alexys has just flexed a bit of her godhood muscle (figuratively) and now Julia is looking around trying to figure out what happened. And some other goddess just showed up, magically appeared, without warning. That's where this one starts. Confused? Yeah, go back and read from the <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/423250">beginning</a> (don't worry it's some <strong>free futanari</strong> - that's girls with giant breasts, dripping wet cunts, and massive dicks, just so you know). <br />
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Chapter 5 is probably a little ways off, but it's already in outline. Alexys still has a great deal of stuff to deal with - Kim, Julia, and all that she is leaving behind, and I think the story is on it's way back there a bit.<br />
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Again, thank to everyone for your kind words! <br />
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The third chapter in the ongoing series is available at <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/gabrielleprevot">Smashwords</a>! Yay! (-insert the sound of applause here-)<br />
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If you have been following along...<br />
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given but the past few days have been a rollercoaster ride that left the Futanari
goddess with more questions than answers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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human world - the world populated by family, friends, and Kim, her lover.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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was drawn to it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Everything inside of me
craved it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For the first time, I could
feel my eyes begin to glow blue the way Txao’s had.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I cannot explain the exhilaration.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was liquid joy, a feeling of pride, pure
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them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was hanging from him – her
arms around his neck, her legs around his lower back and he was on all fours on
top of the bed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The headboard knocked
against the wall every time he drove his turgid manhood into her.<o:p></o:p></em></span></div>
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</span>“Oh, he’s so amazing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Oh my God, he feels so good.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Why don’t I have sex all the time?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Is there a better feeling?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He has got to stay the night tonight.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can’t get enough of his...<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Shit, that feels good.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Right there, yes, faster.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Oh my God, I’m going to fucking cum…”<o:p></o:p></em></span></div>
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This story picks up right where <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/423250">Supplicant (free)</a> left off. So, if you liked the first one, I am fairly sure you will love the next one. <br />
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After Alexys rescued and then served Txaollix as a worshipper, the goddess has decided to bless her new adherent. What does that mean for Alexys? Transformation. Alexys' life is about to change in ways she could never have imagined. <br />
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Cum along, and see what happens next. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735055693231810884.post-89674271135509588182014-03-27T10:53:00.002-07:002015-04-04T06:12:58.165-07:00Blue Futanari: The Series<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Alright, the new series has begun. Yes, I know, I probably should have made the earlier blog post long before I made it to final edits on the second book of the series, but...hrmmm, yeah, I'm not too good on timing of things. It happens.<br />
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So, futanari. Wow, this was a blast to write. I mean, seriously, I have had orgasms while writing, well, not <em>while</em> writing, but <em>during </em>writing, but this series? I have had to stop more than once to, um, you know, <em>finish myself off...</em> (and then it's all sticky fingers and drenched panties...)<br />
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For the first time in a long time, a character in a story kind of launched off and told the story herself. Alexys Sans, archeologist and, now, supplicant was on a dig in Peru at a temple. Her life was good. Big dig, career making finds, happy and beautiful girlfriend, etc., but after falling down a shaft and into a burial chamber...things only get better.<br />
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These stories are completely different in just about every way from anything I have ever written before. I mean, a woman with a both a vagina and a cock that is ridiculously long and eager to please? Cum on, baby please!<br />
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Like the caption says, the first story in the series is free. Click the link and go get it and then let me know what you think. :)<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735055693231810884.post-37370488595641169202014-03-24T07:22:00.003-07:002015-04-04T06:13:09.875-07:00Futa, Futanari, Sexual TransformationI have been toying with a new idea. I stumbled across an interesting genre recently, one that I had never heard of before and, after sampling a little here and there via some helpful redditors and a couple Google searches...I think I have a story.<br />
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The genre is called: Futanari.<br />
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Depending on who you ask, the idea is pretty simple. The stories follow a character, usually a woman, who possesses both genitalia - the stories focus on a number of different aspects as to why and how the character is or becomes a futa, but the main focus is erotic and/or pornographic.<br />
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Simplistically: <br />
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<b>Futanari</b> <span style="font-weight: normal;">(<span class="t_nihongo_kanji" lang="ja" xml:lang="ja">ふたなり</span><sup class="t_nihongo_help noprint"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Help:Installing_Japanese_character_sets" title="Help:Installing Japanese character sets"><span class="t_nihongo_icon" style="color: #0000ee; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: bold 80%/normal sans-serif; padding: 0px 0.1em; text-decoration: none;">?</span></a></sup>, seldom: <span lang="ja" xml:lang="ja">二形</span>, <span lang="ja" xml:lang="ja">双形</span>, literally: ‚<i>dual form</i>‘, <span lang="ja" xml:lang="ja">二成</span>, <span lang="ja" xml:lang="ja">双成</span>, literally: <i>[to be of] two kinds</i>)</span>, is the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Japanese_language" title="Japanese language">Japanese</a> word for <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hermaphrodite" title="Hermaphrodite">hermaphroditism</a>, which is also used in a broader sense for <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Androgyny" title="Androgyny">androgyny</a>.<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-Leupp_1-0"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Futanari#cite_note-Leupp-1">[1]</a></sup><sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-krauss_2-0"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Futanari#cite_note-krauss-2">[2]</a></sup><br />
Beyond Japan the term is used to describe a commonly pornographic genre of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eroge" title="Eroge">computer games</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manga" title="Manga">comics</a> and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anime" title="Anime">animations</a>, which includes characters that show both primary sexual characteristics.<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-Leupp_1-1"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Futanari#cite_note-Leupp-1">[1]</a></sup> In today's language it refers almost exclusively to characters who have an overall feminine appearance. In that case the term is also often abbreviated as <i>futa(s)</i>, which is occasionally also used as a generalized term for the works itself.<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-krauss_2-1"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Futanari#cite_note-krauss-2">[2]</a></sup><br />
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So, I have been working on a story. It's not like anything else I have ever written and I have enjoyed multiple orgasms just writing it! It's quite a bit longer than my usual stories which is interesting in and of itself, but it has also been fascinating to explore the ideal of a character possessing both genitalia. <br />
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I am curious to know what you, my readers, think of the idea. Have you ever read any futanari? If not, is it something that you would read? If so, why? What do you find interesting? What is your favorite part or aspect of the idea? <br />
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Exploring new things is one of my favorite things to do and this one has been a crazy ride, it's such a turn on, I mean, I'm not going to lie, I have wondered about having a cock more than once. <br />
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Hit up the comments, I am very curious as to what you think! More soon.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735055693231810884.post-8227545428871952152013-09-26T13:58:00.002-07:002015-04-04T06:13:21.854-07:00Chase Meeks: The Breakup<br />
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is live on <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/361644" target="_blank">Smashwords</a> and <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Chase-Meeks-Breakup-ebook/dp/B00FGFNLI2/ref=la_B008H34846_1_11?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1380549195&sr=1-11" target="_blank">Amazon</a>! This is the first part of an erotic series that is outlined to be three books as it stands, but may end up being one more. :) <br />
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The story is a departure from my normal wham-bam style which, I hope, works well and people like. It is told, first person, by our male protagonist, Chase, and comes complete with footnotes. Footnotes? I know, it's something new I thought I would try out.<br />
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Like I said, the story is told in a first-person narrative and I thought footnotes made some of Chase's thoughts more clear, funnier, and added a nice little icing on the story. It's something I have never seen before in erotica and I would love to know what everyone things of it.<br />
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Anyway, there is tons of new stuff coming out before the holidays, keep checking back and, as always, THANKS FOR READING.<br />
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Here is a snippet from the story. Enjoy!<br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Running like a man being
chased by wolves</span><a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="ref_2"><sup><span style="font-family: Georgia;">2</span></sup></a><span style="font-family: Georgia;">, I hit the staircase, rounded
two corners, dodged countless other lost souls, and blasted through the large
wooden door that led to the class I needed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">I was late.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">The door closed behind me
with a loud <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">clank</i> that echoed around
the room and I realized the error of my ways.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Every face in the room turned
toward me, hundreds of them, all dusky blue sitting under the dimmed lights and
projector shadow.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My heart dropped
somewhere around my nuts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">I glanced at the screen that
hung along the front of the class.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It
was covered in equations, long, hand-drawn equations in black marker.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The lecture had already begun.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">I turned and looked at the
teacher on the little stage at the bottom of the stadium seating.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">She met my eyes with a
smile.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“It’s okay,” she said.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Please tell me that you need Advanced
Algebra 210.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">“Um,” My mind went
blank.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Everything stopped.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nothing in my head seemed to be working</span><a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="ref_3"><sup><span style="font-family: Georgia;">3</span></sup></a><span style="font-family: Georgia;">.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I just
stood there and stared at her for a few seconds.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was gorgeous, unbelievably gorgeous.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No, I am serious, she was like an actress on
television, too pretty, the kind of woman you hardly ever see out in the real
world.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">I took her in.</span><a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="ref_4"><sup><span style="font-family: Georgia;">4</span></sup></a><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">She was younger than I
thought a college professor could be.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She was older than me, but I couldn’t tell by how much, five years?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Maybe ten?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The age just made her hotter though.</span><a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="ref_5"><sup><span style="font-family: Georgia;">5</span></sup></a><span style="font-family: Georgia;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Standing there in black
skirt, black shoes, and white blouse she was perfect.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I couldn’t get stop staring – long blond hair
pulled back in a bun, thick-rimmed glasses, lips that looked like she was
constantly pouting, and a body that said she spent a lot of time at the
gym.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Smitten doesn’t describe what I
felt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I couldn’t breathe.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">“Right?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You are looking for Advanced Algebra
210?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her voice broke through the hypnosis.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">I don’t know how long I had
been standing there but my heart was racing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“Alegra!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Advanced Algebra
210!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yes!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">The entire room chuckled but
this time I didn’t feel like dropping everything and running away.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This time I joined in and laughed at myself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I not only deserved their laughter, I
understood it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was a wreck of a human
being.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She had stopped me cold in my
tracks, broken my brain for a second or two.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">What the fuck is wrong with me?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Why can’t I speak in complete sentences?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Is she really the professor, maybe she’s the
professor’s aid or assistant, they do that right?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What was that look in her eye?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Was there a look in her eye?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>How about that cute girl in the second row,
she was checking me out.</span><a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="ref_6"><sup><span style="font-family: Georgia;">6</span></sup></a><span style="font-family: Georgia;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">“Alright,” the professor
smiled.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Go ahead and find a seat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We are on page six of the text if you brought
it, if not just follow along.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This is just
review stuff.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her voice was warm and
understanding.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735055693231810884.post-63942843953626660282012-12-21T09:37:00.001-08:002015-04-04T06:15:02.350-07:00#brainscribble - Erotica (Sticky With It)<br />
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I like to get sticky.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I could tell you weren't expecting it. You are always
such a gentleman when we go out, never assuming how the evening will end.
I have always appreciated that about you, always enjoyed the look on your
face when I invite you inside, or agree to go back to your place. It's so
cute, that little flash of excitement, that mischievous grin, it's as if you
won a prize and can't wait to receive it.<o:p></o:p></div>
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But last night was different. Last night we both knew
what was going to happen before we even left for the party. I'll be
honest with you; it was all I could do not to strip you of that suit the minute
you showed up at my door. God, you looked so good. I love it when
you come straight from work; you're all dressed up, those perfect pants,
leather shoes, and starched-crisp shirts. You fit so well into a suit all
I want to do is take it off of you; it’s like unwrapping a present.<o:p></o:p></div>
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At the party, I couldn't stop watching you slide around the
room. It was exactly how you described it, all those bankers and brokers,
everyone playing at civility even when you hate each other. The women are
just stuck there. We are little more
than arm candy, your little trophies that are supposed to sparkle under the
chandeliers. I don't mind as much as some, I like getting away with you. You could take me anywhere and I would be
happy. I like the way you show me off, the little looks you give me from
across the room that tell me what's really happening behind the smiles,
handshakes, and quiet laughter. I love to watch the people, watch them
look around, watch their faces give away what they are really thinking when
they think no one is looking.<o:p></o:p></div>
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You should know, every woman in the room watched you. I caught more than a few glancing your way,
checking out your ass, or just admiring the shape of you under that suit. I would bet money that most of them would
have paid to get away with you. Your bosses wife linger on the back of
you as you walked by. I watched her eyes
glaze over as she imagined what you look like out of that suit. It was
hot. I kept coming up with stories for
the scenes she was imagining. But every
cocktail I slipped off a passing tray made me more and more anxious to steal you
out of there.<o:p></o:p></div>
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That cab ride back was difficult. Just keeping my
hands to myself and concentrating on what you were saying was almost exhausting.
All I could think about was touching you and you kept going on about all
of the people at the party, all of the things that were happening just under
the surface at the firm. It was like I
was barely there, but I was determined. Smiling and nodding like I was
listening, all I wanted was to tear your shirt open, and lick your chest.
I wanted to bury my face into your neck, smell your cologne, and nibble
the skin just under your earlobe. I
wanted to feel your arms pull me into you. But you kept going. I caught the driver’s eyes in the mirror and
he gave a little shrug like he knew exactly what I was thinking, that I wanted
to straddle you, spread my legs across you, and press your bulge against my
soaking panties.<o:p></o:p></div>
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All of that is what made me do it. All of that build
up, that unrequited anticipation is what bubbled over the minute I closed the
door. I couldn't take it anymore. All I wanted was you, your lips, your
tongue, your skin, your heat against me. That's why I did it. Why I
yanked you inside, pressed you against the wall, and tore your shirt open.
I couldn't control myself.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>Buttons bouncing
across the wood floor.</i> I keep
running it over and over again in my mind. It still makes me wet.
The way we kissed against the wall, the way your tongue and lips tasted
like bourbon. Your cock, as hard as I have ever seen it, was so thick and
throbbing once I slipped it free of your zipper. Every nerve in my body
was on fire while you squeezed my tits through my dress. I felt like
I was going to explode, like I could barely breathe, like I wanted to crawl
inside of your skin and become part of you.<o:p></o:p></div>
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You looked so happy when I started to kiss my way down your
chest. I had an orgasm just dropping to my knees. I couldn't help
it. Kissing the ripples of muscle along
your belly, my fingertips sliding along your skin, that fat dick twitching in
front of me, I let go.<o:p></o:p></div>
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My fingers wrapped around the base of you, the tip of you
between my lips, the swelling of your flesh as you slid deeper into my mouth -
I'm wet just remembering the way you wrapped your fingers in my hair.
God, it felt so good, your cock sliding in and out, throbbing as you got
closer and closer. My pussy throbbing as you started to moan. I
knew you were about to come. I looked up, pulled my arms out of my dress,
and let my breasts slip free. You grinned and then closed your eyes.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I slipped a finger into my dripping hole determined to come
when you did.<o:p></o:p></div>
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God, you tasted so good, that first splash of hot, salty
cum. I swallowed and then showered my chest with the rest. Every
tug on your slick dick and another bolt of cum would spray the curve of my
breasts. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I like to get sticky. And I know you loved it, watching me decorate
my breasts with your dripping pleasure. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I like to get sticky and let you watch me play with it, lick
it off my nipples, swirl it around my skin.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I dry off and put on a pair of black lace undies and a matching bra before wandering to the closet to pick out the perfect dress. He'll be here any minute, I know, but I want something that stirs him the moment I open the door, something that immediately makes him want to unwrap me like a present on Christmas. It has been two months since he has been in town and a day hasn't gone by that I didn't think about him, miss him, long for his touch. There have been others but he is the one always haunting the back of my mind, lingering in a way that others don't or can't.<br />
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Fingers fumbling through the fabrics, sliding through the double row of bright colors - blouses, dresses, pants, camisoles. I can't find what I want. I pull out a dress, hold it up, check myself in the mirror, and decide against it. I slap the metal hook back on the rack and my eyes fall on the clock. I have two minutes, maybe less, before the doorbell rings and he's standing there. I grab a little black number, poly-rayon blend, it's low cut in the front and hits just about mid-thigh. I grab the shoes I bought to match it, high, metal heels and lots of little straps. <br />
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I throw the dress over my head. The fabric hugs me, outlines every curve. I sit on the edge of the bed with the shoes. I have always loved these shoes, so many straps winding around the ankle and up onto the calf. I feel sexy just cinching the buckles tight. <br />
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Hair is next. No time for something fancy, I comb it straight, twist it into a bun, and impale it with a long, jade hair pin he brought from China last year. As soon as my fingers touch it, my mind tumbles back to the day he brought it for me. The first time I used it. The first time he slipped it out and my hair fell to my shoulders.<br />
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Our relationship is not a terribly complicated one. We met in an airport. He is a pilot. Tall, dark, and handsome in a Southern California high school football star kind of way. If there is a pilot pinup calendar, he should be on it. <br />
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He likes black and white movies and a Highland Scotch - neat with a water back, the same way I do. When our eyes met from across the room, he made his way over to me. I was sitting at the bar waiting on a flight and he had just landed. <br />
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We stared at each other as he walked from the gate to my side. It was instant magnetism. We both knew the score before he made it half way. He asked what I was drinking, a typical question when I am sitting at any bar, but his reaction to the answer locked us together in the way we are today.<br />
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"Did I tell you that you could drink my drink?"<br />
"I didn't ask," I answered incapable of taking my eyes off his.<br />
"You will from now on."<br />
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It's been over a year and I have seen him probably ten times. I look forward to little else as much as the time we spend together. Our relationship is unique in a way that thrills me.<br />
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My heart is racing.<br />
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The mirror reflects and I start to check for details that might be out of place. It was a rush job but I need to look as close to perfect as possible. I already have a strike against me, the glistening moisture between my thighs. <br />
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My eyes check the clock again. He's seconds away, I can almost feel it. I close the closet doors, straighten my glasses, and roll the lint roller over my shoulders. <i>As close to perfect as I'm going to get</i>, I think as I take one more overall look at myself in the mirror. <i>Lipstick!</i> I rush to the dresser and grab a deep red, his favorite color and start to apply it.<br />
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I'm just smacking my lips together when the doorbell sounds. It's him. My breath catches, and I can hear my heart beating. He's here.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735055693231810884.post-41945036710002327102012-09-13T07:21:00.000-07:002015-04-04T06:16:07.449-07:00Update, Lookout, and Almost Apology<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Alright, I know many of you have been wondering why I haven't been on Google+, Twitter, and Facebook as much lately. Every time I peek around the corner into those little internet worlds, I hear your grumblings, questions, and see the pouty-pout faces. I would apologize for my sudden disappearance except I am not going to. :) <br />
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Instead, I thought I would stop in here and send a note out to the all my friends, readers, followers, circle buddies, etc., and try to explain what has been going on. Quite simply, I have been writing. I have been working on two stories simultaneously, which is not as easy as it sounds or I expected. Hopefully they will both make it to the shelves by the end of this year with any luck, but I am not letting them go until they are right which is taking up an enormous amount of my time.<br />
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These stories are going to be a little different. To those of you who have been reading what I have published since July and here on the blog, this is going to be a bit of shock. Both stories are a bit of a departure from the erotica I have been writing lately. These stories are more character driven rather than sex driven. Why the change? No real reason, both had started out as simple erotica ideas, but both developed into something more while I sat and outlined and came up with character sketches. These characters have stories that transcend (maybe that's not the right word) the simple story lines and/or scenes I have been putting out. Simply, (and maybe a little crazy ) both protagonists were unhappy with the idea of a ten to fifteen thousand word short story. Both (that's two characters in my head!), wanted more real estate than the short story. So, one is going to be a series and one is going to be however long it takes to get her to shut up - could be a novella could be a full blown hundred thousand words. <br />
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It may sound like I am complaining, but I'm not. It's nice to actually get into writing a more complete story, something closer to the literary fiction that I love to read. Don't get me wrong, I love the little smut stories I have been putting out there. I think they have their place in the spectrum and I have enjoyed writing them and hearing what you have thought. But these two are going a little different direction. Are they erotica? I am fairly sure, at this point anyway, that they are. Both have an arc that points them in that direction. The series' arc is based on an erotic theme and the story line winds around it.<br />
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The second story is constantly evolving which is a whole new experience for me as a writer. I have character sketches that are pretty solid and working, but the outline is constantly changing. As soon as I get something written, a good two or three thousand words, something will happen in the story that alters the future and I have to change the outline to accommodate. I have never had a story morph in such a way, but it's exciting and I like nothing better than typing away on it.<br />
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There it is, my explanation for my absence, my writer's note that is supposed to get me excused from all of the social media. :) I am still around if anyone needs me, just drop me a line or catch me, if you can, when I pop up here and there. Until I come out of these two projects, please enjoy what I have written since the beginning of summer and remember, I miss you all as much as you miss me. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735055693231810884.post-19112512906911512522012-09-07T15:53:00.005-07:002015-04-04T06:16:27.938-07:00#brainscribble - Erotica (Expectation Pt. 1)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I hear my phone chime and casually pick it up. It's a text message from him, five words: "I am on my way." My heart immediately jumps in my chest. I look around my place for anything that looks like it might need straightening. There's still a coffee cup on the counter and a saucer from my breakfast. That will have to be cleaned and put away. The couch pillows are not straight but everything else looks neat. <i>I will have to double check the bedroom</i>, I think. <br />
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I look down at myself, still un-showered, sitting on the couch in a t-shirt and panties,and reading through my Twitter and Facebook. I am in an unacceptable state. <br />
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The clock says ten thirty. My thoughts fly through the math, I might have twenty minutes, depending on when the text was sent. I jump off the couch and dash to the bathroom. Showering is a must. He's going to want me clean, smelling of soap, and ready. <br />
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I slip under the spray of the water and immediately think of it. It has been a long time, two weeks, too long, I have missed it but have said nothing. It is mine but not on my terms. I am only a follower, a disciple of its heft and weight, a worshiper.<br />
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The water slips over my skin and I think of masturbating but know that it will not please him to find me already wet and wanting. That is his delight, drenching me, bringing me to the very edge of total bliss, and then pushing me off, over, and letting me fall into moans of delight. I am forbidden from starting without him but that doesn't stop me from wanting to. I feel the rebellion well inside me. So many instructions, so many expectations. I will be punished if I disobey. <br />
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I slide my hands over my breasts, under the curves of them as the water runs along me. I cannot stop thinking about it and I can feel the warmth spreading through me. <br />
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My fingers move down my belly. Part of me wants to stop them but the other part, the part that has my heart racing and my breath coming faster and faster while I imagine it, is stronger. I am no match for my own desire. I want to come. I am already wet just thinking about it, the way it will stand and throb, eager for my attention. The way I will worship it with every part of me. I can't help myself. I have to do it, have to reach down and spread myself open, let the water trickle between my lips, run over my most sensitive parts of me. <br />
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I close my eyes and spread myself. It feels so good. I am tingling all over. I see colors behind my eyes as my fingertip crosses the swollen nub and swirls around it, mixing my own juices with the splashing water.<br />
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I slip a finger into my mouth and slide my tongue around it. I want it to be him. I want suck him in, feel him fill my mouth, listen to the deep moan escape his lips while I kneel at the alter of his manhood. My knees go weak. I press my hand against the shower wall to steady myself. I can wait no longer. <br />
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My finger slides down and pushes into the darkness. I bite my lip as every muscle inside me tenses. I know that if I move, it will happen, the lightning will bolt through me and rattle every nerve. I hold my breath and press the finger deeper. The pleasure surges through me, washes over me. I am flushed. I can feel the redness in my cheeks. My hips move forward and I shiver and softly moan. <br />
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I will be punished for my disobedience but I do not care. The expectation was too much and I know I have even more to look forward to.<br />
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The Elizabeth Jacobson Series - A Paranormal Erotic/Urban Fantasy Thriller<br />
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I have been getting a lot of questions and comments about the series over the last few days and I thought I would answer them here. <br />
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1. <b>What is Paranormal Erotica?</b><br />
Simply put, it's erotica that involves characters that are outside the "normal". In the world the series is based in, vampires live among humans and have since the beginning of time. <br />
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2. <b>The story has a lot of sex</b>. <br />
Yes it does. I write a great deal of erotica and I thought the sex scenes in this book were fun - it adds a new element to the erotica. The vampires in this series are much closer to human than in other worlds and universes that authors have created. Mine have feelings, memories, etc. but they are considerably stronger physically and mentally due to the change.<br />
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3. <b>What's it about?</b><br />
I have gotten four emails with this question or a slight variation. The series follows the protagonist Elizabeth Jacobson who is, currently, an assassin - in both the human world and the vampire world. She is just over a 150. <br />
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In Kansas City, where the beginning of the series is set, a hunter has been killing vampires by the truck load. The local ruling council of vampires calls her in to "deal" with the situation. The story moves on from there.<br />
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4. <b>Do I plan to write more? </b><br />
Yes. I have two parts finished and there will probably be four more, from what I can tell so far.<br />
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5. <b>What is the title of the 2nd book? </b><br />
<u>Ten Days of Death</u><br />
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6. <b>Why is the second book more than the first? </b><br />
I priced the second book the way I did because it is considerably longer than the first book. Simple as that.<br />
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It's Saturday and the sky has been covered in gray clouds since breakfast. The rain has been looming, daring us to go out, to attempt the hike up the mountain we planned yesterday. We have both been watching it, looking up at the patches of sky between the giant trees that surround us, and then back at each other wondering silently what the other thinks of the chances. <br />
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I am packing up breakfast when the first drops start to fall. They plink on the frying pan in my hands and then start to thump around us everywhere. I look over at you and you are already scrambling, grabbing the things we have had out since we arrived and moving them under cover. The raindrops are those big ones, the ones that you can feel, four or five times bigger than normal, but they are falling slow, bombarding us. They are the warning shots of what's ahead, the scouts splashing here and there, one lands on my arm and explodes with a thump.<br />
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Thunder rolls across the sky and echoes through the trees around us. You are moving this way and that, dashing around our little plot grabbing the first thing your eyes fall on and deciding where to put it. You are like a cartoon character, everything is in fast forward.<br />
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I finish washing the pan and dash to the tent just as the sky lets go. You are still moving the coolers, and cups, and paper plates but it's too late, your shirt is already starting to stick to you, staring to outline the muscles of your back, the curves of your shoulders. You look up at the sky and then at me sitting in the doorway of the tent. You shrug and smile. The rain is turning the air gray. There is no wind but the sound is almost deafening. You are soaked. Your shirt has become gray cotton skin, clinging to every contour of you while the rain splashes what was dust a minute ago into mud around your tennis shoes. <br />
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You run for the tent and dive in leaving only your feet outside the little door. You kick off your shoes and wriggle in while I close the tent flap behind you. You giggle and the tones immediately disappear in thunder of the rain on the tent. A little trail of water is already pooling from your clothes. I sit beside you and push your hair away from your forehead. We laugh. There will be no hiking today. We are prisoners in our little cloth home.<br />
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You sit up and I take your shirt off. The cloth is heavy, it drips as I scrunch it my hands and lift it over your head revealing your true skin, the skin that is stretched tight over you, the skin that outlines the sculpture that is your body. I let my eyes trail over you. I love your body. <br />
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I toss the shirt beside the door and lay my hand on your chest. I can feel your heat beating under the muscles. A breeze passes around us. It's almost cold on my wet clothes. You shiver under my touch and wrap your arms around me, pulling me close to you.<br />
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We tumble back onto the tent floor and our lips meet. The thunder rolls across the sky and I slip on top of you, lay my body on top of yours, press myself into you while our tongues dance between our mouths. <br />
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You slide your hands along my back and under my shirt. I love the way it feels, your strong hands on me, they way you move them and then grip me, holding me against you, the muscles of your arms squeeze me. I'm so tiny compared to you. <br />
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Another breeze slips through the tent windows. My back is cold except where your skin touches me. I am warm against you. I reach my hand down the front of us, I can feel you pressing against me, that bulge between my thighs. I slip my legs onto the tent floor and lay my hands on the mound at your waist. You are pressing against the zipper of your damp blue jeans. I can feel you throbbing between my fingers. Warmth spreads through me. I almost shiver the way it moves down my body, stopping between my legs. <br />
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Your fingers run across mine and then you are unbutton the fabric and pulling down the zipper. I jump in and start to pull them down. You wiggle back and forth, the denim is soaked and fights us. I laugh at the sight of us while you grunt and groan and I pull the denim and your boxers free. There it is, big and thick and throbbing.<br />
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The rain is thundering against the tent, the air is rushing around us. Everything smells like damp leaves, the beginnings of fall, a million memories. I can feel the twigs and stones on my knees through the tent floor. I love the way it feels, being outside, here, with you. I strip my shirt and toss it away. I wrap my fingers around the base of you. Your skin is so hot. I want it. I lick my lips and lower them toward you. Even among the rain and thunder, I hear you softly moan.<br />
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