Clues Hints and Requests (Part 2)

BE ADVISED This story depicts  consensual M/F Spanking play and fantasies and is intended for adult audiences.

After a long week of work Jeff received a call on his way home Friday night.  “There’s a note waiting for you by the front door when you get home.”  Gina told him as he drove up the highway.

Jeff continued to listen as she continued. “Just do what it says and you can make my wildest fantasies come true. OK?”

She asked thinking about it, could she really follow through with her plan?  There was still time to change what it said.

“NO” She thought to herself, this is the only way.

“OK”  Jeff responded enthusiastically, not knowing exactly what was waiting for him at home but he couldn’t wait to find out.

Gina added “it’s a little bit kinky. But it’s something I want to try.”  A lie a bold faced lie, she wasn’t trying anything new, she knew she loved and craved a sore bottom, it was just that she was trying it with Jeff.   Who agreed without hesitation to enter the house and read the letter “before going anywhere.”  She made him promise and he did.

Forty minutes and a frustrating congested ride home Jeff entered the house parking in the drive rather than the garage, and went in through the front door.  Jeff was after all quite a literal fellow and promised not to go anywhere until he read the note by the front door.  Opening the soft pink paper the letter read.

“You are the school principal and there is a naughty girl waiting in your office.  Put on something academic and meet me in the office upstairs”  The house was quiet except for the fountain gurgling in the foyer as Jeff made his way to the master bed room looking in his closet chose a brown suit that was a touch too big, a long out of style blue tie and a white shirt.

Gina sat in the office on a small wooden chair beside his desk on the far side of the room nervously wondering what had taken him so long.  The room was dimly lit the books shelves and dark wood work absorbed what light there was causing the room to be filled with a soft yellow glow.  Jeff made his way back through the house up the stair case across the landing and down the hallway towards his office which sat directly above the garage.  Another piece of pink paper had been laid in the hallway three steps before the glass doors.  It read

“Gina has been sent to your office for the third time.  Previous visits have failed to make much of an impression, A few things you need to correct her behavior have been set out for you.”  She signed it with a smiley face inside of the letter G.  His mind raced with the possibilities and was just now starting to get what this was about.

Opening the door Gina all but jumped out of her chair, her heart began to race and she could feel herself starting to turn bright red with embarrassment.  His entrance had startled her, she expected to hear the garage door.  Gina thought she would have a few minutes while he changed to work up the last bit of nerve, it had taken all of her courage to get to this point.  She felt exposed, like he was seeing something so deep inside of her, a piece of who she truly was.  As Jeff spotted her sitting there before he walked through the glass door sitting there anxiously in a school girl’s uniform with her hair pulled back.  He saw her jump and glimpse at him meekly.   He stood there just watching her, as she looked toward him but not in his eyes.

“I’d be embarrassed too.”  He said, firmly but not in an overly stern tone.  Gina wanted to jump up tell him to forget the whole thing, make a joke of it. She was mortified, what could he possible be thinking.  She began to mutter and sweat.  Jeff saw his fraternity paddle sitting on the corner of the desk, and doubts about her desires since the second note had been erased.  She stood sheepishly fumbling for what to say.

He repeated himself “I’d be embarrassed too if I had been sent to this office for the third time.”  His tone fluctuating between stern and playful, Gina looked into his eyes, she knew his expression told her that he understood, she began to smile.  “There is nothing to smile about young lady and you won’t be smiling when we are done here today.”

She began to answer but he politely interrupted her “were you asked a question?”  She looked down “no”  “since you want to get right to the facts.”  He walked up toward her, her knees were weak, she felt as though she was really in trouble with him.  Jeff continued “  what did I tell you would happen if you were sent back here for anything?”  Gina looked at her feet, she could believe that he was going to make her say it, he knew what she wanted.  It couldn’t have been made any more clear.  He waited for her answer, not daring to speak himself, what if he had been guessing wrong.  Gina in a barely audible voice, with a lump in her throat finally replied.  “ You said you would spank me.”  Jeff moved in closer his voice still resonate and clear “ what was it you said, I couldn’t hear you clearly.  Really you should make sure you speak up so you don’t have to repeat yourself.”    She flushed, he way toying with her discomfort.  She began to get angry but then she heard her own voice “Sir, you said if I was sent back to you I would be spanked with the paddle.”

The room was swirling and Jeff lectured her on her behavior, she drank in every word knowing that it was past the point of no return.  Finishing his lecture he asked.  “do you have anything to say?”  “no sir.”  She replied, not sure of what to say.  He stepped in close and looked her in the eye, his voice softened breaking character for a second he ask gently “Is this what you want?”  Even now he wanted to make sure one last time that he had not in fact misread the situation.  Gina smile “yes” and kissed his cheek gently.

“Stand in front of the desk”  He instructed her

“Bend over placing your elbows on the top”  he continued.  Adjusting her legs pulling her bottom away from the desk then lifted her skirt that barely covered her when standing exposing a thin pair of cotton panties.  Picked up the paddle and tapped her bottom lightly.  She couldn’t believe what it had taken for her to finally get here.

Jeff’s voice broke the tense silence  “You are going to get 12 swats. 3 for each trip to this office and three for that skirt being too short.”  12 Gina thought to herself 12 was a lot.  But before she could protest he added “ and you’ll get 2 more each time you move out of position. Are you ready to begin?”

She answered “yes” The first fell it was not full force but she felt the rush across her backside from the impact.  The second fell in the same place a little harder, the sting was starting to build.  The third was far harder than the first two, Jeff was taking to this a little too well she thought to herself.  The fourth fifth and sixth were spaced far apart and hard swats the pain was building to a burn, she started to move.  Jeff stopped “do you really want me to add two more since you are halfway?”

“No sir” she answered.   Between each of the next six he paused to lecture herand let the full effect of the swat settle in.  On the 12th swat she barely stopped herself from jumping, it felt like it had been delivered full force although it wasn’t anything more than just a little harder than the last six.   But still it was the kind that she would remember anytime during a paddling but especially at the end with an already bright red bottom.  “Have you learned your lesson young lady?”  “Yes sir”  Gina replied.  “good then take this note with you”  Jeff wrote quickly on a piece of paper.  Gina read it after he told her she could leave the office.

“You had better take your time getting ready and heading down to dinner.  When you get spanked at school you might also be spanked at home.”  30 minutes later she came out of the bedroom with a sore bottom, and extremely aroused dressed in jeans and a t-shirt to find a bite.

As she walked by Jeff in the media room his voice rang out “ Come here we need to talk about something.”  She wondered in and he asked “Anything interesting happen today?”  “Not really” she replied. He looked at her “Funny the school called”  She froze.

“I told you if you ever got sent to the principal’s office what would happen.”   He spared her sit spot until her entire bottom was blazing more than before then finishing her trip across his lap by spanking her where she had already been paddled..  She kicked and squirmed but he held her firmly in place.  Afterwards as she was gathering her jeans and putting them back on.

Gina looked at him “this house is a mess.”  The house was immaculate Jeff was puzzled.  “Maybe next time you see her you should you should spank the maid?”  He smiled at her and laughed.  “All you had to do was ask?”  Gina blushed again.  On Sunday morning Jeff came downstairs to find the kitchen in a controlled state of disarray and Gina in a French Maid’s costume with a still slightly tender bottom sticking out from under the skirt.  She still couldn’t ask for what she wanted with her own voice but at least he was now picking up on her hints.

Clues Hints and Requests (Part 1)

BE ADVISED This story depicts  consensual M/F Spanking play and fantasies and is intended for adult audiences.



Gina had known Jeff for quite a while even before they began dating.  He was everything she had ever hoped for in the person she loved…well almost everything.   He was successful and athletic.  He might have been the only man who actually listened when she talked and made it a point of following the conversation.  Gina knew that she talked; a lot.  Breathing at times seemed optional for her.  Even though they had been together for a few years she would still melted just looking at how handsome he was.

Gina was the kind of girl that most men dreamed of also.  Her lean and long frame was accentuated with sensuous curves and a sexually playful curious nature.  Gina knew she wanted something from him that she just couldn’t muster up the courage to ask for so began her quest into tempting him into fulfilling her well know but yet unspeakable desire.

At first she tried a sexy strip tease, gyrating in a room bathed in candle light. There was not doubt by Jeff’s reaction that he was enjoying her performance, standing there in just heels and a thong, barely and arms length in front of him, her hips moving slowly with the music. Gina asked after smacking her own bottom gently if he would like to help.  Jeff helped her alright and while she admitted that his attention on her pleasure was delicious except that he didn’t figure out the one thing she was hoping for.  Not one smack or a pat hard enough to make a sound, just gentle caresses from his firm hands.  She felt more frustrated than before she began, Jeff remained clueless as to her real desires.

A few weeks passed and Gina had come to the conclusion that perhaps it was her fault that he misunderstood her desires.  After all most guys don’t go to a strip club hoping to smack a dancers butt, they went to ogle them, perhaps a lap dance.  Convinced she had sent the wrong message it was time for a different approach.  Perhaps cooking together might give him a chance to tempt him into the spanking she wanted.

It was going to be an all day affair, making sauce should be done the old fashion way leaving ample time for other things.  So as Jeff assembled the pasta machine Gina bent over to get towels out of a bottom drawer looked up through her long hair and suggested that “why don’t you get the wooden spoon that by me and find something to do with it?”  Jeff walked over and she wiggled her still turned upward bottom at him.  Smiling he picked up the spoon, first holding it in his left hand and then his right.  Stepping back from her slightly, she tensed with excitement thinking he was finally picking up on the clues and was about to give her a good swat with the spoon.  As she readied herself floating in what she was sure was coming but before she knew it glancing back Jeff was stirring a pot of red bubbling tomato sauce.  He proclaimed proudly to her “I think we caught it before it started to burn.”

The only thing burning was Gina in frustration at having two wooden spoons cover with tomato sauce and her bottom without the slightest hint of red.  The pair spent and entire afternoon cooking together. In truth it was great fun, talking and listening all the while Gina did her best to tempt him into what she desired.  Despite all the bending and potential things to be spanked with the day ended with her sitting comfortably during a nice long dinner.  Sipping her wine she was already calculating how to tempt Jeff next.

A few nights later showed she showed up in the media room while he was watching TV.  She was dressed in a tight baby doll T, boys shorts with the lower part of her bottom fully exposed and a hair brush.  “Can I see that” he asked as Gina approached him.  She wanted to hand it to him and just lay herself across his lap.  “Would that be too obvious?”  She thought to herself.  He brushed her hair for an hour, while nice Jeff was still not getting the hint.  As she seduced him later that evening in the height of passion her long hair dangling down beside her face asked “ is there anything you would like to do?”  As she filled his ear with suggestions one of which was “do you want smack my bottom?”  He did once on one side and then on the other.  Not hard but just enough to make a little sound. Gina murmured in delight, trying to encourage him but that was the extent of the activity.

She finally came to the conclusion that he was not going to take the hint, a more direct approach would be needed.

An LA Escape – An Erotic Tale

This is based on one of my new favorite places, while the events are fictional, the setting however is worth checking out for a little mid day or evening diversion, a great view, cheap valet, free parking if you want to save 3 bucks and don’t mind walking 50 yards, and perhaps something a little spicy that’s not on the menu if so inclined.  Oh yeah if you are looking for something spicy that is on the menu they have that too!



High above the noise of the freeway and on the edge of east LA but not all that far from Pasadena her big black Benz rolled up the impossibly steep incline cresting the hill to the Valet stand on a sunny clear day.  So sunny and clear that it was all the talk every where, no haze, no smog, nothing that often obscures the sunshine and beauty of the place.

Her heart races as she took careful steps up the long garden lined walk way to the large wooden doors.   A stride that couldn’t help but be noticed by the half dozen valets lingering and waiting other guests as she walked away from the comfort of  the obscenely sized black German thing she had arrived in, a car that only accentuated her diminutive size.  In a few decades she would be a little old lady straining to see over the steering wheel but today she was a sensuous beautiful woman straining to do the same thing.

Her body language didn’t indicate that she was anything but composed.  Her skirt flowing in the gentle California breeze, her blouse accentuated one of the rarest commodities in the area, not wealth, fame, or stardom but genuinely large, full, firm natural breasts.  Her heels clicked in rhythm against the concrete and past the yet un lit luminaries that lines the sidewalk before coming to rest momentarily at the foreboding weather worn wooden doors.  Doors so old and heavy that looked like they should have led to an ancient venue that had been almost forgotten by time in the Basque countryside that intended to keep intruders out and not a structure that at best would be considered new there.

Gathering or desperately attempting to gather her thoughts   She and her small frame heaved the heavy door open wide to reveal the filled nearly to capacity entryway and despite the serene and picturesque exterior the place bustled and buzzed with the frenetic energy of the region and people filled with a purpose, a story, and over abundant self importance.  Like every where it was filled with some of the beautiful people and every stereo type there is about life here. The building was literally alive, a growing microcosm of everything that was right and wrong with life in LA.

  Her mind raced at how in the world she had ever gotten to this point breaking the thresh hold resembled a mental point of no return so with a heavy breath and tentative step that was so unsure that anyone who had been watching would have noticed, not that anyone even did.  After all she was far too old for the foolish behavior that had been planned, pushing past the line of people waiting for a table, past the glaring looks and aloof posturing evading the dozens of truly unimportant conversations occurring at a million miles per hour, an aging man in an over priced ill fitting suit screaming into his phone about something that he was so certain would bring the world to its end if it was not corrected immediately.  Finally with a shuffle and a scoot she made her way past the hostess stand which was manned by young dreamers who found their way from the flat lands in the middle of the country to pursue fame and fortune because of their excessive beauty which was all but lost in the shuffle here.

They were just another kind of pretty face with a smallish ass and tits paid for and otherwise not the lauded ravishing beauties they had been back home as the corn princess and county fair beauty pageant queen.  They were no longer the biggest fish in the smallest of ponds but they were guppies and bait fish here for the bigger predators.

Still these nameless young ladies had adopted the all to common trait in Southern California.  They had become women a complete disregard for the man’s soul, his honesty and admiration of her.  Instead to even have coffee with a gent he had to be rich enough with the right house in the right part of town. After all if they themselves couldn’t achieve all of their dreams there was absolutely no reason why they could land a rich man to prove their ambition was not a failure.  These young ladies had come so far from where they were blowing members of the football team in the darkness of a deserted country lane in those early awkward and desperate encounters.  All of that had given way to blatantly yet selectively fucking men for possession that they could make their own. They saw the difference even if no one else ever did.

She smirked as she passed having been a bait fish once herself but like most things in life all the talent and desire in the world won’t replace hard work and good timing.

Speaking of time she was nearly 5 minutes early and not her customary 10 minutes late,  miracles may never cease but all morning her lunch plans loomed over her, causing more trepidation than anticipation.  A normally cool demeanor gave way, unable to focus, her typically laser sharp mind wondered away from the present to the not too distant future.  The one that was down the Terracotta tiled hallway, as she descended the last 3 steps and turned right to the enter the room he was sitting there in the booth against the back wall just as promised seemingly with out a care in the world..

Sliding into the circular booth the benches covered in a cliché emerald green vinyl that shared it’s cool temperature with her warm flesh as she sat. The oddly shaped table with corners and rounded edges both looked to be the darker bastard tree off spring the magnificent doors that guarded the entrance.  The waitress arrived with drinks in hand and reassuring her the orders would be out in a bit. He just set there smiling, not a word, or even a sound escaped from his lips. Rather he just sat looking out over the bustling mid day dining room filled with dozens of people and an amazing view.

His hand touched her thigh.  Her heart began pounding again.  Breaking the silence “We’re not really going through with this” she inquired, her voice filled with doubt edging on protest.   His touch never wavered eventually she readjusted herself to get more comfortable. His hand then went from tracing the from outside of her leg, long lines, fingers filled with a soft caress, or resting the broad warmth of his palm temptingly before continuing down her leg to the tip on the knee and back to the lowest point on her hip finally moving to the inner thigh her thigh and back to the center and out again. Eventually his relentless onslaught of tactile sensations worked itself perfectly between her legs the caress moving her long flowing skirt along with it as it draped itself conspicuously off his hand and forearm under the table. He brushed her damping pussy ever so slightly, a touch that felt like more of a whisper, something that while there might fade for ever with out indication or warning, it was reminiscent of a gentle tropical breeze.

He toyed with her, that nonexistent touch gained her attention more and more as the desire it alluded to began to build upon itself.  The appetizers arrived.  She placed her hands on the table and sweetened her tea but he still sat silent and seemingly motionless next to her working that magic he had always possessed.

“Seriously stop it”  she added reaching for the chips and Salsa., eating might be just what she needed to take her mind of his touch that was beginning heighten her arousal.  Instead he slid his and between her thighs, keeping it there, tracing her lips from front to back across her soft legs and back. Brushing her panties aside his hand met her smooth soft flesh in earnest for the first time, small delicate circles, teasing, taunting and tempting her. She wanted to protest again but each slow soft ,friction filled motion, each painstakingly slow and well choreographed advance lessened her desire to stop, eventually it led to her wanting to give in. She knew these hands too well as he stopped and changed direction toying with her yet again and then slowly entering just a little more, rubbing the entire time with the precision of the fine Swiss time piece on her wrist.

Was anyone watching?  Did anyone know?  The thoughts flooded over her dancing with the sensation and the thrill began to take hold as she wiggled in just such a way and spread her legs a little more inviting him to continue.  She could feel herself getting wetter with each passing second as his hands entered deeper but the heel of his hand continued to press and stimulate her swelling clit all the while..  The room buzzed and buzzed people came and went with in a few feet of them as they sat in silence looking into the abyss of the valley from the top of the hill.

She bit her lip, he pressed into and against her more firmly,  she grabbed his arm holding it completely motionless.

His fingers persisted rubbing up and down to the very edge of being out and then back in again never losing their insane rhythm circling inside of her filling her nearly perfectly.

Instead his hand pressed against her more.  Her body tensed.   A group of 8 were walking by, holding it in the sensations over whelmed her, more and more, until her legs quivered as she fought to hold them still, her hips began to rock and she came so intensely that a slight murmur escaped her lips, giving way too a stifled moan that bordered on the most repressed of screams in delight and ecstasy she had ever emitted.

The waitress upon hearing inquired if everything was all right.  “Oh yes” she replied.  He was still touching her toying with her, bringing her almost instantly to the edge again.  This time she let it escape,  First as a slight “AH”   which gave way to an audible UMMM” that he pushed directly into a  “My god” and briefly after that to a legitimate but quiet little scream. The kind of scream someone in a place like this might create in a show of over exaggerated delight, hers however was completely genuine as she closed her legs on his hand with the force of a vice.  Her eyes met his and were silently pleading for him to stop if not there would be no lunch the only thing that  would be devoured was him.

A passer by commented that they must try the empanadas since the sounded so good.  Finally his touch subsided and then instantly disappeared.  He sat smiling and she sat glowing.

Their meals were placed on the table a few seconds later, the timing had been absolutely perfect.    As she cut into her meal he looked over, kissing her hello and added “it’s nice to know I can still make you scream.”

She thought if he only knew!


I Always Did Like Pig Tails

This is an older piece written about 3 years ago, that said I’ve cleaned up some of the grammar but left the piece otherwise intact.  An all too typical insight into my life and friends.

So I’m at a dance club, more of a techno club really the other night.  We got there early and by early I mean around 10.  The early crowd was interesting in the fact that there were two polyester kings who looked like they fell out of the midwest’s remake of a night at the Roxbury.  A bachlorette party had arrived just ahead of us and I unlike my one of my two friends was there exclusively for the music and the dancing.  Early on at the bar we were closest to there was a larger blonde woman in brightly colored striped dress and heels so high that her size only became more obvious.  She spent most of her time draping herself over the two cliché club boys and a very petite woman.  Oh yeah and one old guy who had to have been 25 years her senior. Dirty old man or Daddy Complex?  Who fucking cares.

The small woman had excessively long blonde hair and a tight little body.  As the club filled up she disappeared only to return in a tight black shirt and with her waist length hair pulled into two pig tails and obviously her already good mood became more intensified with each passing song and new dance partner.

The bachlorette party went on a scavenger hunt inside the club and I was asked for a condom by at least 20 different women as part of this but my other now slightly inebriated friend who to say the very least is selective in his choice of women was doing his Joan Rivers red carpet routine each time a woman approached about how the parade of women were all classless sluts and he much preferred European women.  His growing disdain for anyone apparently over the age of 26 and lacking the body of a goddess became more evident with each passing drink.  Not normally a surly guy he truly had issues with the women who were older than him.

As for me. I could have cared less watching the drink girls a brunette caught my eye,  high black heels, long thin legs, and a very short skirt.  After that I noticed a voluptuous black woman dancing on one of the risers, the DJ did his best not to suck as the crowd filtered in.  I’ve been to clubs in great cities like DC, New York, and Miami this was not one of those cities but should have been large enough to be decent.   The polyester kings kept annoying me and the little one in her pig tails was feeling something that I couldn’t.  Why you might ask,  because she was young and pretty?  No.  Because she was a woman?  No.  I could never feel what she was feeling because even if I wanted to do some X (or what ever she was on) I have a feeling that there would have been a shortage based on her usage that night alone.  So where the fuck is Sammy the bull when you need him?  Not in the Midwest giving me X.  She pounded and throbbed, she danced in a world all her own that was shared intermittently with the large blonde and the two polyester jerks.

My friend began insulting an attractive woman in her 50’s for daring to ask him for a condom.  Regaling her with phrases like “even if I had one it wouldn’t have enough lube to get your old pussy wet” and “have you heard of menopause?  You can’t get pregnant when you’re as old as the fucking earth”  Fortunately she just heard no and wondered over to me to ask for one.  I politely explained that I didn’t since the drug store was out of over sized prophylactics tonight.  A blatant lie of course but she smiled playfully and I suggested she ask the sharp looking kid in the suit by the bar.  I’m sure he had a condom since he looked like the type who would be leaving with someone.

The feature DJ took the stage and began to suck only marginally less than the last guy but found her groove two songs in as the club filled, pulsating with dancers, bouncing to the rhythm though the smoke and fog filled room as the green and blue lights flashed providing a silhouette here and a glimpse there of the patrons.  The bride approached and asked if I would like a piece of candy off her necklace and a kiss. I paused and politely declined.  Was it because I felt there was something morally reprehensible about kissing a woman soon to be wed to another man?  Of course not, I might be in the mid west but I don’t subscribe to that school of thought.  Was it because I myself am in a committed relationship and considered such behavior to be adulterous?  No, I didn’t want to eat off her necklace and kiss her because god knows how many drunk and diseased slobs had eaten candy off of the same necklace and kissed those same lips.  Germs and diseases I did not need anymore exposure to than I had gained from her leaning into me.  I watched her for a while, grinding one anonymous stranger after another.  I give the marriage two years tops.  A shame perhaps but more of a shame should the life of a child conceived during that time be affected.

As I float back in from my own small world of watching I notice my small pig tailed blond dancing front to back with the large blond in the brightly colored striped dress in a seemingly sexual manner.  I look away and upon looking back to see pig tails raising the skirt of the large blonde who had bent over a bar stool. Drawing her fingers across the other’s thighs, between her legs and then landing a few firm smacks on her ass.  Before she stood up again and began dancing again more intensified by what I assumed to be a mystery substance.

It brought to mind the words a rope slut friend had spoken to me earlier that day…”Chicks on X don’t like S&M”.  Could she have been wrong?  Was it based on her own experience or preferences, didn’t matter it was irrelevant to the situation.  My friend was no doubt was dancing barely clothed and feverishly in a city half a nation away looking for an anonymous stranger of her own to share her own particular sexual proclivities with.  Most of those proclivities include Japanese words and boy scout like skills.

The night wore on, the insults intensified and the crowd began to bore so we left those who live in that world to their own devices as we drifted back to ours.  I can still see pig tails dancing in my mind moving indiscriminately from one partner to another,  feeling nothing but lust and joy and music perhaps she is the one who had it right. 
I always did  like pigtails.

One Last Present

After a long hectic week filled with countless visitors, cases of beverages, entirely too much food that all too often began with mornings that started far, far too early.At the end of another long day he lounged on a pile of blankets and pillows not far from the tree but even more importantly near the fire warming his skin. The room was filled with a soft glow as the flames danced behind him casting shadows and reflection off the other decorations and small colored lights flickeredon and off seemingly randomly.

Not a sound, the house was finally silent, no loud conversations, no excited anything, just dark rooms and silence.He drank the serenity in staring mindlessly into the distance with nothing, not a thought, or a plan, or intention of any type until she emerged from the shadows.

At first he didn’t notice anything in particular, that is until her robe fell to the floor mid stride revealing the shimmering glow of her skin adorned with a glistening rhinestone chocker that led between her exposed breasts and circled her waist.She moved slowly toward him, each and every movement choreographed and suddenly why the blankets were by the fire became all too clear.

Suddenly he was alert as she drew closer her body delicately perfumed and glittered.Tauntingly she leaned over him her hair passing by, the body jewelry hanging tauntingly as her breasts mere inches from his face looked like they longed to be kissed.All too soon she was standing again with an armload of blankets.Striding away he watched her cute ass move and she knew it bending over slowly, teasingly, knowingly, his gaze unwavering and intense.The week’s fatigue had given way to more carnal desires her back still towards him kneeling on a pillow and the every so slowly unfolding the heavy blanket in front of him, positioning herself on all fours and then demurely, or perhaps not so demurely onto her stomach glimpsing back at him before rolling to her side reaching toward him and removing all of the pillows, sliding seductively arranging them.

Making her way back to him reaching down and stroking his cock through his pants and then touching herself, her pussy smooth and shimmering with her desire as her fingers danced over, between and into it at first only slightly as she longed to be touched, deeper.She loved how he watched her and at that moment it was now all he could think of as she offered her hand and he stood to take her in his arms, kissing her lips, tongues clashing passionately soon after his arms swallowing her. His hands firmly kneading her bottom and then smacking it playfully.

She kissed his neck, working her way to his chest, unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time, kissing him softly slowly and completely covering every inch of newly bared flesh with her warm lips.It was at moments like these that the hours he spent toiling at the club to build his muscles was most appreciated, visually he was always appealing but feeling his solid powerful body against her did things to her that she never dared to explain.

Unbuckling his belt she teased him through his jeans, the lowering them slowly and leading him to the blankets, positioning him just so, the fire not too far in the distance, the heat of the room growing as she kissed him deeply, drawing back and their eyes slowly met her body hovering over his barely apart until she moved ever so slightly.

He moaned in delight as she slide his cock into her, slowly, a quarter of an inch at a time, pausing savoring, moving ever so slightly, teasing him, it was so hard to resist just thrusting upward and burying himself in her completely, but she savored the slow friction as she lowered herself on him slightly more, a few slow and pain staking moments later her wet and hot pussy completely filled with his cock.Their eyes never broke their gaze,she leaned back and heaved her chest forward, inviting him to kiss her breasts, nibble on her soft flesh, using his warm mouth he teased her nipples , sucking lightly, dragging his tongue slowly across them then biting just to the edge of pain stopping at the height of her erotic delight. She began her ascent upward, as slow and teasing as he had entered her, a fraction of an inch, a small wiggle and a pause, it lasted for ever, then slowly down, and then up again, filling her fully and gently and then leaving her longing to feel him inside of her. All the while her breasts in his mouth, his hands going from her ass to the small of her back, grabbing and tracing and finally a playful gentle smack with him inside of her brought her to the undeniable edge or orgasm.

He sucked her tits a little rougher, she moaned, he patted her bottom crisply, she moaned again louder and ground into him harder, hips rocking front to back and circling in all the same motion her slow measured movement gave way to the drive for release, still far from fast but no where near ad slow the speed of her movements increased again slightly as her body tensed and he could wait no more as he came she tensed and clenched her teeth, throwing her head back and screaming in delight, her body quivering, as the waves of her own intense orgasm washed though her, completely.They finished together, and seconds later she collapsed on to his chest, still hard inside of her, the fire warming their skin, she wiggled, looked at him longingly and asked“Again?”

Reflections and Fantasy

As her legs pumped away Sandy looked over the top of the display on her elliptical, her music droned on in her ears as she passed the time stealing glimpse at the meat heads in the weight room.

She watched as the groups of men who traveled in small packs grunted and groaned with too much enthusiasm as they moved from exercise to exercise.  She had been going to the gym for months, in part to fill the largely open void in her evening social schedule and in part because of the years of stories telling how health clubs were nothing more than meat markets.  Oh the stories she had heard from her girlfriends over the years about the muscle bound Adonis that simply wouldn’t leave them alone, the suggestively laden banter and playful conversation that elevated heart rates, fit bodies and an over abundance of testosterone would bring about.

For months she toiled away watching from the distance as the people in the weight room went about their business, it seemed a strange a foreign land all it own.  There were the aging athletes, some more than 25 years older than her, high school kids, couples, the jocks and the one group of large scary men who seemed to be engaged more in some primitive ritual of testing ones strength with out killing themselves rather than anything to do with being healthy.

Over time one man in particular caught her attention. Much like her no one seemed strike up a conversation.  He was a mountain of a man who moved with intense purpose.  From time to time she would catch a reflection of his ice blue eyes and their blazing fury in the mirror as he approached his next exercise.  Those eyes gazing into hers with lust filled intensity that they seemed to project at all times.  She melted at the thought of them, gazing back at her knowingly, his strong jaw and long locks hovering over her.

Sandy was his prey, and she was more than willing to surrender to his desires.  But he was little more than a fantasy that helped pass the time of her own work outs.  It was better than just listening her MP3 player.  Lost in her thoughts of him she turned the hour long cardio work out into 90 minutes. Effortlessly stealing glimpses in the mirrors as he moved. She learned which nights he would be toiling away for her pleasure and like clock work she was watching him perversely from a distance.

Wondering why he always wore long sleeve pants and swear shirts.  Could it be that his body was not what it seemed?  After all he was nothing more than a solitary figure moving in the distance, one that no one approached.  But one night she caught the reflection of bead of sweat rolling across his brow over his cheek and finally falling free from his rugged chin.  She imagined herself beneath him.  His breath heaving and heavy as he slid in and out of her, his chest bared.  His body seemingly cut from stone except for the heat and delicate friction pressing against and into as that lone drop of perspiration danced from his handsome face onto her breasts.  She could feel him against her as he moved in rhythm with her sensing what she longed for, knowing what she desired as her back arched and her body tensed, holding on for one last second before being over whelmed with her own release.   But all too soon her time ended and she went off to the remainder of her equally unfulfilling night.

Occasionally someone would say hello to her, or even ask a question.  A litany of worshippers they were not but nice polite interaction began to take place between herself and other members who always seemed to be there at the same time.  Sandy blushed as she wondered if the others timed their schedules around a particular piece of eye candy or not.  It seemed silly but if she was doing it odds were that she wasn’t the only one.  The question continued to eat at her as she watched him move, his strides graceful but bursting with power.

Was he shy?  No one ever approached him perhaps he was the one not making eye contact.  Shyness was something at times she could certainly related to. Oh she could help him with his shyness, coaxing him from his shirt, her hands caressing his bulging shoulders and flat hard stomach as she began to unbuckle his jeans.  Each soft kiss grew deeper with the promise of what was to come.  His hands finding the small of her back and pulling her closer as she touched him though the denim, his passion had risen and was begging to be let out as she strained to stand tall enough to kiss his neck playfully and whisper her intentions into his ears.  The words caused him to blush as his heart raced in anticipation of things he had only ever imagined.

Finding her way to the locker room she just wouldn’t let the thoughts of him go as she stood in the shower water caressing her body, washing imagining it was him caressing each and every inch of her wet being. Pressing her into the wall as the warms streams of water washed over her, his touch firm his hands strong and rugged holding her as the water rushed over her chest and onto his lips as his mouth devoured her breasts, lusting after the other equally to the one currently occupying his attention.

Standing and lifting her onto him in one smooth motion, he entered her over and over, his hands guiding her motions as she worked her self onto him again and again. Each time she moved straining to feel him deeper inside of her. One arm bracing her against the wall to the side the other around his neck as she balanced her self and her motion precariously on him.

His chest pressing into hers as she rose and fell endlessly. Drifting back to reality she stifled her moans and breath as the fantasy gave way to the reality of her own touch and her growing lust, her hands touch and caressing as she drifted from the present to the fantasy and back again, imaging his blue eyes gazing into her, not her eyes but her very soul. Finally bringing herself to release, legs quivering, body tensed and shaking fighting the desire to scream in pleasure and satisfaction.  An more sound would have escaped the barely private area with in the shower, over powered the sound of running water and made her action obvious to everyone with in ear shot.

As the last wave subsided it was as if he had been there, her mind lied to her body with the sensation of where his hands had been.  Lingering in the water drinking in the release and the place where she had provided it to herself, a place while not all together public it was certainly not private.  A wash with feelings of excitement and daring she finished washing and dressed.  Heading out into the lobby there he was.  Washed and groomed in hi jeans and Polo shirt.  His eyes no less beautiful but with out the seemingly cruel vacant intensity she had come to associate with them, his face even more handsome.  His bulky sweats had been betraying the lean and strong body now on display.

His smile was wide and easy and his manner confident but unassuming as he carried on with the Jim at the front desk.  Jim was the only person there who knew Sandy by name.  “Did you have a good work out he asked?”  She replied “of course” if they only knew, and for the first time she made eye contact with the man she had watched anonymously in the distance.

As her name left her lips introducing herself to him she wondered how this would change things, would having met him kill the dream, in the end it did quite the opposite as they stood there chatting.  Finally she had a story to tell to her friends about the guys at the gym, what she wasn’t sure about was exactly how much to tell.

A much needed evening

The house was dark as she pulled up. It was quiet as she entered.  No screaming kids. No barking dog. No car on the other side of the garage.  Was there something that she had forgotten? Somewhere she was supposed to be?   Nothing came rushing back to her as she entered the side door. She walked into the kitchen and noticed two candles flickering on the table. A sweat-filled glass of white wine sat next to the candles.

Dropping her coat and walking toward the table, she sipped the wine and read the note instructing her to head upstairs.  Taking her time, she took the glass in hand and made her way slowly to the bedroom.  It was empty and dark but she could see a faint light from the bathroom and she heard his shuffling steps.

“Hello,” she called out.

“In here,” he replied.

Making her way to the door, she found a well- warmed room.  The tub was drawn, and the sweet smell of her favorite bath oil lingered in the air.  With a deep ‘hello’ kiss, he wasted no time in unbuttoning her blouse and kissing her chest as he bared it completely.  In another 30 seconds, her skirt hit the floor followed by the release of her stockings. Already, he was teasing her damp pussy through her panties as she murmured with delight. “Where is everyone? she asked. “How long do we have?”

  He smiled wickedly and replied “Long enough, my love. Long enough.”  Such a vague answer concerned her.  Had he forgotten their planned night out was Saturday?  What about tomorrow with their friends?

“How about until brunch on Sunday?”  ,he added to put her mind at ease.  His hands caressed her body as their tongues chased each other.  Picking her up, she ground against his firm but still fully-covered cock until he set her down by the tub.

She reached to unbutton his pants, wanting him then and there … without any sentiment and without waiting.  He moved behind her as their shadows danced together through the candlelight. The light caught the blue water in the tub. She pressed into him and leaned forward as he held he hips.  She was certain he couldn’t resist, but he stepped back and smacked her bottom playfully. “Not yet. I want you to wait for me. Now would you please get in the tub?”

She sat on the edge of the tub, her legs spread shamelessly wide. He wasn’t going to fuck her that instant, but she knew he was watching her closely as she as turned and slowly entered into the water, dragging her finger along the top of the warm, shiny water.

He barely finished saying, “ I have friend for you to play with,” when her mind began swimming in the possibilities of who he had invited over to join in the action.  Was there another couple waiting in the next room to be brought in to join them?  That’s when it caught her eye. Something new was sitting in the basket with the spongers and the soaps. It was the pink ducky from the catalog.

That’s when she knew what he meant.  She loved to make her herself get off in front of him. The tease would play with herself and have him watch as she would work herself into a frenzy with her own hands and whatever toys or items happened to be near by.

“Since you seem to want to wait, I guess I’ll have to find a good use for that little duck,” she smirked, turned to pick it up, flipped it on and plunged it immediately between her legs. He calmly sipped his drink and sat down on the counter top to watch as she moved it over her lips. She pressed the toy against her clit as it buzzed away beneath the warm water that was lapping at her chest.  Her fingers ran over her own thighs and across her chest.  She let herself go into the thoughts of what was coming next. Soon, he was standing next to tub and next to her. Tonight, she could tell that he wasn’t in the mood to watch for long.

Not one to miss the opportunity, she stood up, immediately turned to him and grabbed his throbbing cock, stroking it until it was as hard as she had ever felt it.  “Now… are you finally going to put that fat thing in my pussy?”

He simply smiled.  When her mouth was at its the filthiest, she was at her very best.

She loved his cock –  it was so thick and long – and filled her in a way that made her want scream with delight almost instantly, though she had never quite told him that.

Her wet arms wrapped around his neck, working herself onto him, the head of his cock pressing into the edge of her, then deeper and deeper.   With one fabulously orchestrated motion, he slid into her until he had filled her. There wasn’t anything left to give.  He paused to feel her pussy straining against him and knew that she still wanted even more.

With her slippery body, she began sliding over him. Again and again he filled her, her wet legs wrapped around his hips.  His hands were on her dripping ass and one rouge finger toyed with its hole as she arched her back so her shoulders were braced against the wall. A hand was now firmly rubbing her clit as she held on with the other.  Her hips were rising and falling, the hardness of him throbbing inside of her with each motion.  She was getting closer and closer to cumming., She held it off and let it build, until her body tensed and she couldn’t fight it.

Her legs still quivered as her feet again touched the water-soaked floor. She noticed that water from the tub was now all over the bathroom. “Looks like your cock still needs some more attention.”  Her hands stroked its length slowly at first. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. With her thumb rubbing the underside of its head, her touch alternated between a soft and light stimulating caress and moved to friction- filled tight grasped pulls that seemed like she wanted to desperately to jerk him off.

“I know I was just in the tub, but I feel like a dirty girl.” Her hands were lubing him up, She now clenched the ducky in a death grip between her legs as she worked to intensify the vibrations.

He took a step back and opened the closet door. From a box on the top shelf,he first removed the biggest vibe in their collection and one small, but powerful one.

Just as she had done earlier, she turned her back to him and stood against him, moving her ass against his cock until he was fully erect and she could felt the heat of his body against hers as she ground away.  His hands cupped her tits as he pulled and pinched her nipples.  She moaned in delight, as he placed a toy on her stomach and inched it down slowly.

She was dripping wet at the thought of how soon it would be buzzing powerfully against her. He rubbed it between her labial lips, pausing on her clit and then pressed it against her as the toy entered through her entire length and the intensity increased.   Her hand took the toy from his. Purring with desire as he kissed her neck, his cock bulging into her as she came again.

“Mmm, still feeling dirty, maybe even a little dirtier than before.”  She felt insatiable, both of his hands pinching her dark nips painfully hard now.  She melted into the sensation. “My pussy is so empty and it need to be full.” The vibe was still pressing on her clit as she bent over the counter and two of his fingers slid in.  His hand moved through her with a quickening intensity, her hips pressing backwards into his motions to increase the force and depth of each thrust.

Finger fucking her to the point of breathlessness, he could anticipate that she wanted still more, so he slid the large vibe in.  His cock was fat, but the toy was thicker and longer than any man she had ever knew.

“My tight little pussy”  she pleaded. “Push it deeper.”  The buzzing end was straining against her. “ Fuck me faster. Fuck me harder,” she instructed. Her voice strained as he increased the pace to meet her demands. Harder was an unspoken given.

A few moments later he had had enough of watching, so he drove himself as deep into her as he could, over and over again.  His hips smacked off of her cute little ass with each powerful thrust, the sound of flesh meeting flesh.  She caught her reflection in the mirror.  Her tits bouncing feverishly as he filled her again and again. One of her arms was still wet and was outstretched to brace herself. Her other arm was still thrust between her legs with the vibe in hand as she came endlessly while he exploded inside of her.

It was exhilarating. She hadn’t been bent over and pounded that well in quite some time., Not that she was complaining, but every so often a good hard screw is just what the doctor ordered.  Catching her breath before she stood, he placed the large vibe against her ass.  It buzzed slowly as she looked back at him.

“You said you were feeling dirty,” he said with another wicked smile, “ but I wouldn’t want to wear you out for tomorrow.”

Heading into the darkness toward the bedroom, she looked toward where she knew he stood. “Oh, you can put that in my ass, but you also have to put your dick in my pussy at the same time.”

He smiled back at her, “Or… the other way around?”

Turning the corner around the door, she replied playfully, “Now, you really have my attention.”

The Masquerade A chapter from It Had been Years

Typically when I post it’s random, quickly put together and what ever in going on in the moment for me.This one is not the case based on all the great feed back Kink Week on Myspace I’ve decided to share an excerpt from my completed but unpublished novel that at it’s core is two love stories but is lifestyle centered.This occurs about 120 Pages in so some back ground is…The lead female characters Nadrea is bi and a switch. Donna has bi tendencies but is pure sub.The male leads Vincent is straight confident male who has been around many different blocks and Robert (the husker) is as Vanilla as the day is long. So with that said in the future I’ll be posting my short erotica here but wanted to provide alonger piece to kick things off.

Friday night in a club, not an unusual occurrence by any stretch of the imagination and Nadrea arrived before the club opened the DJ’s were still setting the sound, the “models” were being briefed on their roles for the evening, as a group.As the music progressed to the type that would be pulsating through out the evening, people took their places milling about and the rest of this little world filtered in.As the clubs flashing white light danced sinisterly over the now crowded room full of undulating flesh and flowing hair. An occasional beam of red or violet light caressing a section of humanity moving in their own unique interpretation of life and rhythms for a few fleeting moments of life until most go back to their otherwise soul crushing daily existence.But for those few brief seconds in a lifetime the sounds thump, flashes of light join them in their dance in what would otherwise be a dark cold empty space, but their energy floats along with the man made fog and the smoke.The room continued to fill and assorted chemicals, although they are strictly forbidden, flow through so many people’s veins.

The room was now filled with images that would terrify the good God fearing people of the Midwest.Men were dancing with men, couples and groups writhing in rhythmically induced ecstasy.This was a part of the world that most cultures wouldn’t even try to understand.Something wicked was occurring off in the corner as he entered the club.An angry Goth DJ screamed encouragement or insults, it is indecipherable which, at the crowd.There was no judgment here, no intolerances of any kind for ones choice of preferences or partners.For such a misunderstood group they were very open and accepting of others.Although, one could never tell just by looking into the room they were just people indulging their own consented choices, living in their own personal Nirvana’s for those few fleeting hours, for their own hedonistic paradise before going back out into the light of day that required most to be something they truly were not.A handful of merchants with small tables full of their wares were on the one outside wall of the club, more like something one would expect to find at a chamber of commerce mixer or a small town country craft fair.Except the people who typically attend those things, would think sins that were being committed in the shadows of our nations capital, rather reveling in the freedoms we have.But unlike the Chamber mixers, the insurance agent was replaced with shoes and boots, instead of copiers there are implements of pleasure and pain hanging from a chain link display behind a table that didn’t have diamonds and pearls on it, but rather leather collars and metal spikes.It wasn’t Victoria’s Secret where matching ones lacey little undies to an allegedly racy bra is important, although Nadrea still thought about those types of things should always match or at the very least compliment each other.Here it was leather and rubber. Silk was almost completely out of place: a woman in an woven unlined immodest silk top drenched in sweat dancing next to a seemingly gay man all in leather, a USMC tattoo peaking out from under hi ½ sleeved shirt.Don’t ask, don’t tell, right?The building looks more like a structure that should have been on a corner on Bourbon Street that someone just forgot to add the balcony to.But unlike Bourbon Street, the outside was calm and unassuming while inside the decadent underbelly of sexuality danced its pornographic little dance.Rituals and rights detailed to the ultimate end, such a stringent formal process for something so misunderstood.Tonight was a birth right, it was one of the events not to be missed it was the annual Leather Masquerade.Bodies in some cases painted to hide their nakedness or to accentuate the nudity without actually, truly being exposed. Feather masks and leather headdresses hid the faces of many of the party goers and add an element of old world European mystery to a scene that would have made Marquis de Sade proud.Nadrea in her black latex shined to a mirrored perfection, the boned lace up corset top drawing her waist in tightly and pushing her breasts into an opera singers the compacted flesh producing a fake roundness on her upper chest.The music stopped and the lights froze in place as if time itself had stopped.Nadrea saw Vincent as he passed through the inner doors of the vestibule.Peering through her one hundred and eighty dollar purple feather and faux diamond encrusted mask she sees he was wearing his well shined black Doc Martins, painted on black leather jeans and he had checked his shirt at the door along with his coat.Nadrea until this point hadn’t seen his skin except for his face and forearms.His stomach was not only flat but was ridged with deep muscular creases, quadriceps rippling through the leather pants as if they were a mere extension of his skin.His arms looked large and powerful from a distance, his chest barreled and his round shoulders looked like someone had evenly split a cannon ball placing a half on each side of his upper arm.Most of the other men in the club were toned, some were even muscular but none were built like his large brooding figure. He looked more like an All Pro linebacker looking to smash some one into the ground.“This disco use to be a cute cathedral” rang out as the evenings host explained that the building was “a den of inequity before it was cleansed to become paradise.”Here, paradise resembled more a part of hell, as he screamed into the microphone “let the real beats begin!”And with that the music kicked back in louder and with a much different flavor as Vincent dawned his simple black mask.Unlike the other parts of his wardrobe that fit into the scene his mask looked as if it was left over from his lone ranger costume when he was a kid.Nadrea watched from a distance as people who saw him tried to size him up.The women watched, they couldn’t tell but most were sure he was straight.At first he didn’t notice what was really going on, at first glance it was just another industrial dance club, Vincent thought to himself, “Ok, so they’re having a theme night.Music, smoke, lights and writhing sexuality” it was to him all pretty standard fair.As he stepped forward into the club things began to catch his eye, 12 men and 12 women alternating in gender creating two even rows of souls with their eyes to the floor kneeling with hands tied behind their backs forming a path that had to be walked through to enter the main club area.As he stepped into the space between the first two souls the lyrics associated with the music caught his ear. “Did I disappoint you? Did I let you down? Did I stand on the shores and watch you drown?”As he entered his face was not stoic, his eyes were wild taking it all in as quickly as he could.On the stage there were men and women on display in various forms of bondage ranging from simple shackles and cuffs on the ends of the stage working it’s way to the exquisite Japanese style rope work in the center displaying both the front and the back on different “models”.Nope, he wasn’t in Kansas any more or Iowa either for that matter.As he progressed through the 24 souls slowly admiring them with a child like curiosity and taking in the other surroundings, he was greeted by a beautiful woman who looked like she was part dominatrix out of that issue of Penthouse when he was sixteen and part high end party planner.On one side was an Asian woman in what appeared to be a sea foam green latex outfit that was trimmed in black velvet around the sleeves, the skirt and the opening exposing her cleavage.On the other side was a submissive man and woman.Nadrea hadn’t been able to take her eyes off him since he entered.She knew he would come, her grin widening at the thought of the possibilities.The host greeted him “Good evening.”

“Fuck.” escaped Vincent’s mouth as what was going on around him was beginning to truly set in.

“Top or bottom?” the dominatrix asked as people in the club had begun to not only notice Vincent but to point him out to others.

“Hugh” Vincent uttered sounding like he looked, a stupefied dumb jock.

“Well what are you?” the hostess pressed just as Vincent was noticing that she was wearing a leather teddy and thigh high boots, although the term teddy usually implied something feminine and soft, her outfit was neither of these things.

“I’m meeting a friend, first time here” he then replied in a more coherent and somewhat more confident manner.

“Ahh, no wonder I didn’t recognize you, I doubted that I could have missed someone like you.”She then proceeded to go over “The Rules” as she put it.“No cameras, no pictures, no cell phones with cameras’.If you have a phone with a camera, Mira will cover it with a band aid.Just then the Asian woman with the dyed Raggedy Ann red hair produced a band aid that matched the green in her outfit.

“No, I’m good, no phone tonight, only foreign substance in my pants is the ID and drink money.”Vincent replied starting to sound more like himself.

“That’s nice, love”she said without a second thought then continued on with the rules, she came out of character every so slightly sounding less like an enlightened sexual being and more like the mandatory legal ease at the end of a TV commercial.“We are pan sexual…No touching with out permission, no exposed genitals in public areas”Vincent thought it was starting to sound a lot more like New Orleans. “Everyone is welcome here”she said and it did in fact seem to sound genuine. “Drink, dance and enjoy!”she said flashing a wicked smile at him.The afore mentioned Mira then spoke, her soft oriental features and skin clashed with the stupid red hair and mint green dress.She looked like something that they might have drawn in an episode of the Jetson’s.

“Gay, straight or bi?” she asked again. Vincent who was thinking a little less about the Jetson hooker episode he had just devised in his head and more about why the fuck they cared if they were pansexual.“Meeting a friend not sure what she is.” He said producing the card Nadrea had given him the night before “Why does it matter who I like to fuck?” he asked with and edge in his tone.Mira hearing his question “It doesn’t, but it’s also a waste of my time if you’re gay.”She said taking a leash from the female submissives’ hand and gave it to Vincent.“She can finish the tour and help you find your friend.”

As he followed her, which seemed somewhat backwards for the person holding the leash to do in this situation, but then again as a kid he had a dog that just ran ahead and choked itself every time they went for a walk, at least she wasn’t doing that, he thought.Pausing and realizing that there was probably someone in the club right now who would get off on that.By the time he was past the hostess, a group had backed up behind him clamoring and greeting each other with how great the night was going to be.

As Vincent started to cross the edge of the dance floor toward the bar he spotted Nadrea coming across towards him.“I see her.” he said handing the leash back to the woman, he wasn’t quite sure what proper etiquette was, did he have to take her back to where he got her like soccer mom renting a stroller at the mall or bring her back full like a rental car to avoid an outlandish set of charges.He smiled laughing at his own thoughts, even here he could amuse himself with his own twisted sense of reality.She just took the leash and headed back to the hostesses’ side.He waited as Nadrea got closer, “Drink?” He offered.

“Yeah, but not there asshole.”She said.Ok, looking around all the bars seem equally crowded. So he just continued to head to the closest one.Nadrea tried to tell him not to head in that direction, but he can’t hear her over the music.She grabbed his hand. Despite them spending time together before and kissing for the first time just yesterday their hands had never touched except to exchange metro tickets. Breaking stride and turning towards her.“Look it’s crowded there, I have a private table over there with a few friends, no line, one waitress to every two tables.”

“I’m fine here” he replied mostly just to irritate her.

“Dick head!”

He laughed, at her frustration.“No thanks, I just came to dance.” And with that he took a bottled water from the passing waitress, flipped her one of those infamous 20’s that he tormented Deb with, gulped it down and took himself to the dance floor to join the throngs of sweaty bodies.He wasn’t there for the scene or the shock value, he wasn’t sure why he was there, so he decided to dance.Nadrea was baffled by just how aloof he was, how she couldn’t influence him. How he showed up and then ignored her, did he really think he was there to dance? Although as she watched him, he was fairly good at it. Nadrea headed back to her table.

About an hour later a winded, sweaty Vincent appeared.He greeted Donna and her somewhat shell shocked Husker.He was the very kind of person that would be nervous by the raw sexuality all around him.He thought he was open minded, understanding and progressive, but in truth his tolerances were not all that far from the main stream.Perhaps last week wasn’t as wild, the music sounded the same and upon reflecting on it there were a few people around in leather pants, he just assumed they were French tourists.The Husker sat quietly with his back to the dance floor.

“Nice of you to join us” Nadrea said with faked sarcasm.

“Mypleasure.” Vincent said as he slide into the over stuffed chair behind her.

“That was my seat!” she said as she sat on the arm of the chair next to him.He ordered two more waters.The Husker added a third.

“Why don’t you two just order some warm milk before bed time?” Donna scolded, although she herself despite having been there for more than an hour was barely through her first drink, the Husker on the other hand was playing camel, he was drinking water like he was heading out into the desert.Suddenly the Husker felt a little more comfortable, there was someone else he had met and conversed with.The two talked sports, just like the first time, but updating the conversation with what they expected out of the upcoming weekends games rather than ones that had already passed.Tiffany arrived wearing what could only be described as a shiny Bavarian milk maid’s dress, and heels that were not made for dancing in except for professionals in the skin trade.

When the next round of waters arrived, the Husker continued his camel routine, drinking water as if it could not only save him from conversation, but also make him invisible.This time Vincent gulped two bottles down in less than three breaths, slid to the side of the chair Nadrea was on, forcing her to move as he stood up and in his worst German accent “And now we dance!”Amusing himself with old Saturday night live skits in his head.Taking the milk maid’s hand in one of his, and then Donna’s hand in the other he looks at the Husker continuing on with the bad accent, “Come along now Dieter!”

Not sure of what was happening, the Husker replied politely, “My name is Robert.”“Never mind, Bobby” Vincent said dropping the bad accent, “no fucking sense of humor! We’re going to dance and you’re coming with us.”And as he walked towards the dance floor with ladies in hand into the center where it was the closest and the hottest, the Husker followed.Vincent danced and danced some more. He was suddenly young again, it was like the clock had been set back 20 years and the only thing that mattered was the next song and the next rhythm.Tiffany found him quite alluring and the Husker tried to move with Donna, eventually losing some of his white bread box step awkwardness for a little genuine euphoria in his bounding steps.Nadrea took her chair back as the others at her table slowly snuck away to join the dancing.“I’m the queen of the club.” She thought to herself. But three songs later staring at the one remaining couple around her set of tables finally succumbed “Ahh, fuck it! Let’s dance.”Again she was not in control, other men fell at her feet and he did what ever he wanted. Normally she would have been delighted to dance, but she wanted to make him uncomfortable, to do what she wanted, instead he was the party.She found them in the center, a dancing milk maid closest to him, but the other pariahs had started closing in, Vincent was surrounded by scantily clad dancers that varied in size and shape in costume and race. Mira had made it from hostess to dancing with him and Tiffany.“The bastard” Nadrea said out loud but no one heard or cared.She walked up to him placing herself between his two most obvious dancing partners and joined in.As the song ended the next had a long symphonic opening and as many on the floor took a brief reprise to catch their breath Nadrea stepped closer in to Vincent.He looked her in the eye and smiled a wicked grin. Leaning into Mira asked may I touch you?She nodded her approval while showing a devilish grin.He put his arms gently around her, pulling her close looked deeply into her eyes and kissed gently and slowly, releasing her as if she was unimaginably fragile as he stepped back. Mira’s eyes seductively watching him not breaking contact with his as he brushed himself solidly across Nadrea moving over to Tiffany who was very well aware of the scene unfolding in front of her. “May I touch you?” he asked and with out hesitation, “Yes, any way you want to” He took her firmly almost roughly in his arms, lifted her off the ground kissed her from the base of her neck and raised her higher off the ground until his lips met the lowest point of her cleavage not completely encased in latex, setting her down as solidly as he had picked her up. The song had started in earnest and the floor again heaved in it erotic rhythms, but Nadrea had seen enough, it was her turn. She dropped to her knees and kissed him from the base of his boots slowly up to his knees, her nails gently caressed his sweat soaked back.

Her teeth nibbled on his thighs as she passed over them. Her lips lingered on his crotch as she kissed her way up further to his stomach and in the valley that his muscular chest created.Past the base of his neck to the tip of his chin as he leaned down into her so she could reach.As she moved to his lips he kissed her back, deeply.As she tried to prolong the kiss he moved his head back “Until later. Now we dance!” Looking back at Mira and Tiffany who were still watching as their bodies moved gently to the loud pulsating song. Nadrea had his attention, she had the whole time his display was done just to provoke her and provoke her he had.Nadrea was never that intimate with anyone, people who knew her knew that she didn’t like to kiss and they had never seen her like she had just been with anyone.Nadrea never thought twice about it, she was marking her territory and making sure she had his interest.The other ladies however, would have been more than happy to share him.

More than an hour passed, the group dancing among themselves and with intermittent strangers.The Husker excused himself even camels have to pee, Vincent decided join him leaving the ladies on the floor.

“What was that out there?” the Husker asked with a farm boy’s wonder.

“No fucking clue, but I liked it.”Vincent admitted.Stopping by the much less crowed bar, he flagged their waitress down who was bored since her table for the night was obsessed with dancing and ordered a dozen bottled waters, 4 Apple-tini’s, 4 Chocolate- tini’s and a large glass of orange juice.Vincent slipped her a hundred.“Sorry, it’s my fault they’re dancing, so here’s a little extra for you.” She thanked him not looking right away but realizing moments later what he had done.The water bottles and the Martini’s arrived at the table, packed in silver buckets of ice.The Martini’s still in the shakers and the glasses submerged.

One o’clock rolled around and the group was mostly spent, they headed to the table to find the refreshments. Vincent once again took Nadrea’s chair this time she sat playfully across his lap, a move more befitting the previous night’s school girl look.Mira and Tiffany followed suit. Tiffany sat on one arm of the chair and Mira knelt by his feet. Nadrea kicked her, Vincent may not have even noticed her there, but her quite submission to him was not to be tolerated.Mira soon after took the chair next to them.Most went straight for the water and then onto the other drinks Vincent with his OJ, the ladies with the Martini’s, the Husker however stayed with his water.They collapsed into the furniture, the sweat still poured from everyone’s skin before they could begin to dry.The rested and they talked.Tiffany and Mira babbled at each other about some unimportant similar interests.Donna draping her arms around the Husker on a couch, she was genuinely glad he was there.Nadrea squirmed on Vincent’s lap, traced his face with her fingers and fixed and re-fixed his hair.Soon it came time to go and this time Vincent was the first to leave, bidding his farewells, hugs and kisses for the ladies, jovial hand shakes with them men.He turned to Nadrea, “Care to join me?”

Nadrea responds “Only if we can bring those two” pointing at Tiffany and Mira.

“Fine by me.” He stated unphased and headed for the door Nadrea was again following him.While he stood at the coat check, waiting on his belongings Nadrea caught up.“Where are the other two?” he asked.

“I can get them and I doubt you can keep up with the three of us.I’ve had them both and it takes a lot of effort.”

“Cool, more pancakes for me” as he put on his coat and again she followed him into the street.