The Hitchhiker

Stumbling slightly, she was so damn tired she felt like she could sleep for weeks. The snug jeans were starting to chafe in places that  might have been more interesting if she wasn’t so tired. How long had she been walking, hours or was it days. Hell felt like it could have been weeks… not one to play the pity card, she kept walking and unfortunately talking to herself.  Darkness was falling fast thank goodness it wasn’t too cold, though a breeze had sprung up.  Damn what I wouldn’t give for a firm bed, hard man, and hot shower… and not necessarily in that order.

She heard the rumble before she saw what it was… a motorcycle,  hmmm Harley perhaps.  She glanced over her shoulder and her long red hair whipped in the wind and she reached up and grabbed it out of her eyes, don’t slow down.. Slow down please.. She continued to walk on… The rumble got closer and then the light of the headlamp fell on her.  The bike was slowing down and came around her and stopped.  She walked a bit slower contemplating her choices here… none really.  She walked up to the bike and the rider, nice bike she thought.  She paused standing next to the bike and noted that the rider must be very tall… and she paused, uncertainty written all over her.  “Wanna ride…?”  She looked into the most devastating sherry colored eyes and felt her tummy tighten, and his hair was tied back in pony tail, covered with a bandana but it looked dark in the falling light. “Yeah, that would be great..” she replied and leaned a bit forward and she put her leg over the back and snuggled up behind him on the seat. Her shoulder bag fit between her and the backrest barely, causing her to press a bit closer to the man than she would perhaps have liked but what the hell, she had a ride… suddenly he revved and put her arms around his waist, and off they went into the night.

As her arms came around his waist she noted the lean form and muscle. His abdomen felt like cement.  She felt a small pulse beat low and begin a steady beat.  God she was so tired… the steady thrum of the engine beat into her and the throb of the bike massaged those muscles she thought were long on their way to forsaken.  Leaning her head against his back she sighed and wondered what next.  What a turn of events… don’t go there her mind muttered… you need to look forward, looking back was nothing but grief.

Suddenly she felt a hand on her leg and her insides quaked in momentary panic… the hand pulled her leg until her foot was pressed against his thigh, then he patted her other knee and found that she was sitting Indian style which caused her to snuggle closer but wrapped around his body she felt more secure on the bike. Feeling the slick of fear that had wrapped around her heart after her spike of panic, she felt her body slacken a bit and took a deep breath. Her body relaxed in increments and she pressed her face to the back of his jacket wrapped her arms around him and snuggled closer.

The vibrating of the engine soothed her and she could let her mind wander. She wondered who he was, she had to admit it was a hot bike. No conversation as the pipes were so loud but she liked that. It was all about the feel, the engine, the man, the night wind as it curled around both of them.  The open road, the night.. Mmmm now this was good.

She jerked with sudden awareness, wondering what startled her. She must have dozed off, god she hoped it hadn’t been long.. They were still cruising down the road but something was definitely different and then noted that the engine was not full throttle anymore, they were slowing down.. She became aware as she tried to bring her mind into focus.  Up ahead she could see a motel of some sort and she sighed. Well I guess it had to happen sooner or later.. Nothing was free in this world.

He wheeled the bike under the portico and patted her thigh and she tried to remove her leg and found that she was numb and couldn’t.. A low chuckle and he wrapped his hand around her calf and massaged the muscle a bit and then put her foot down on the peg, and then repeated the process on the other side. Lifting off the bike, he turned to her, looking into her sleepy gaze, “I need some sleep, you’re welcome to a bed and a shower, your choice…” and walked away. She watched his ass encased in jeans and thought for a second.. Damn that ass was fine. A bed and shower… she wanted to cry she wanted them so badly… She must have drifted off in her mind for the next moment he was back and swinging his leg over the bike and starting it up. They rumbled along until they came to the spot he was looking for… and he backed into a parking space in front of a door and shut the bike down.  Again he swung his leg over the bike and looked at her… “well, take me up on my offer?”  She nodded her head and went to swing her leg off the bike and almost did a face plant.. “whoa… let me help…” and he put his hands around her waist and helped her off the bike and let her find her legs. No problem but her legs didn’t work. She would have crumbled to the ground if he hadn’t been holding on to her. “aw hell” he said and swept her up in his arms. She tried to protest but just couldn’t find the strength.  He walked the few short steps to the door and looked down at her and said…”you’ll have to get the key out of my pocket.” and she looked up at him and he looked over his shoulder pointing with his chin at his right back pocket. She brought her arm down between them and wedged her fingers into his pocket and grabbed the key, but not before noting that his ass was as tight as it had looked.  She brought the key up and he dipped her so that she could put the key card into the door and push the handle down, and he booted the door open and proceeded through the door.

He walked over to the bed and the next thing she knew she was falling and a squeak escaped her as she hit the bed, and fell flat on her back. Looking up that lean muscled body, she took a deep breath and just lay there… He looked down at her and said…”you want the shower first? I’ll run out and see if I can find us some food, sound like a plan?”
and watched her eyes… She closed her eyes and in a soft voice…”thanks, that sounds wonderful if you don’t mind…” and struggled to sit up.  A hand appeared in front of her and she took it and he pulled her up to a sitting position.  “I won’t be long, lock the door behind me, I’ll grab the key…” and with that he walked over to the door and went out.  She put her head in her hands and sat there a moment. I will not cry, I will not.. Oh hell.  A tear escaped down her cheek and she struggled to her feet. She walked over to the door and locked it but didn’t put the safety latch on.  She went over to the area where a small table and two chairs were arranged and sat down. She pulled her boots off and thought she would scream.  She stood up and pulled her jeans off, her panties next, stretching her back her long hair hitting the cheeks of her ass, she dropped her shirt and bra next and headed into the shower.
The hot water did a lot to restore her. She lathered and rinsed and did it again, damn this was good. She let the water beat down on her and shuddered at the awakening of her body.  Damn better get out of here she thought and turned off the taps… She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her hair and then another around her body. She opened the door and walked back into the room. She shook her head at her clothes laying around and bent to pick them up when the door opened and he walked back into the room.  Her bare ass in the air, great she thought and continued to pick up her clothes. She turned around and her cheeks pinked as he walked into the room and she side-stepped and lay her clothes on the foot of the bed and dropped her boots on the floor. She picked up her shoulder bag and grabbed clean panties and dropped her towel with her back turned to him, after all he’d already seen her ass, modesty seemed a moot point now. She grabbed an oversized shirt and put it on, then turned around just as he was peeling his shirt off. She gaped as the shirt revealed abs that were rock hard and his hair was indeed dark and just a bit longer than she had originally thought and dark as sin.  He looked at her and said ‘Any hot water left?” and walked to the bathroom. He peeled his jeans off after pulling his boots off and when noticed that the door didn’t close she kept watching, like a movie.  He turned then and noticed her standing there… He raised an eyebrow “wanna wash my back?” and headed into the shower.  She gaped and then turned around shaking her head… oh hell yeah she wanted to wash his back, his front, and well everything.  Damn it had been a while since she had sex. She had a feeling he’d be something else in that department, and a swift shot of lust swamped her and pooled low in her abdomen.  The water turned off and she wandered over to the table where bags of food and beers sat.  She sat down in one of the chairs and waited. He came out in a few minutes with his jeans on, sort of, the top button undone, hanging loosely on his hips in a way that made her mouth water.  A towel draped over his shoulders, damn he was pretty fine.  He sat down and grabbed a beer, twisted the cap off and handed it to her.  She thanked him and took a deep drink feeling the coolness slide down her throat… a sigh escaped her and she looked at him.  He grabbed one and tilted it towards her in salute and took a drink.  He opened the bag nearest him and took out two burgers and handed her one and sat back and ate his. His eyes watched her and she ate her burger in silence and drank the beer. How long since she had just sat and well ….nothing.  He finished and tossed the paper in the bag and grabbed another beer.  She finished her burger and drank her beer.  She finally looked at him and raised an eyebrow quizzically.  He smiled and offered her another beer, she took it and thanked him in a soft voice and her eyes strayed to the bed.  He laughed and tapped her knee, she looked at him and he said “its big enough for two…” and tipped his head back and finished his beer.  He stood up abruptly and she pushed back in her chair, he looked at her and said he was going outside to smoke.  Offering her one, she shook her head negatively.  As he leaned the door on the lock, she got up and threw away the trash and went into the bathroom and ran a comb through her hair, grabbing the hair dryer she used it a bit to dry some of the heavy wetness out of hair.  She put it all away and walked back into the room, he was on the bed stretched out on top. She closed the door to the bathroom and sat on the edge of the bed and thought what the hell and crawled under the sheets.

Morning hit like a bomb exploding in the room. Tucked up against a man, an arm like a vice around her waist… what the hell? Then the previous day came tumbling back into her sleep riddled brain.  She relaxed and laid there for a moment more. She felt his arm tighten ever so slightly and then he rolled over and to his feet.  He went into the bathroom and a few minutes later walked out.  She’d rolled out of bed when he left the room and got dressed and was messing with her hair when he strolled back in.  She looked at him and he paused… “well, ya ready?”  She canted her head and looked at him.  She smiled and grabbed her jacket and bag and said… “sure am”.

Some time down the road he rolled the bike to a shaded area and stopped.  He got up and wandered off a distance. She took the time to get the blood flowing back into her limbs. It was better than last night but still it took some getting used to. She rubbed her ass cheeks trying to get the numbness out of them, and raised her arms over head and stretched her spine and swung down at the waist positively feeling her spine crack. Suddenly she felt him behind her and he was rubbing the cheeks of her ass, and damn it felt good. Why did he always come up on her when she was bent over.. But no matter, she slowly went to stand up and his hands came around her waist to the front of her belly and she instinctively sucked her belly in.  His hands roamed up to her breasts and palmed them. She arched back and stretched herself against his frame…oh he felt so good.  His fingers were bringing her nipples to an aching tenderness. Suddenly she felt a hand at the front of her jeans and the button was undone before she could blink and the zipper down and his hand was inside and he palmed her mound.  A groan hit her lips before the next breath.   He moved their bodies closer to the bike and then pulled his hand out of her jeans and hooked his thumbs inside the jeans and pushed them down her thighs.  And she helped him by wiggling her hips and then her panties followed and they were soon down around her boots. His hand slid up her back and unhooked her bra under shirt and her breasts were freed from their lacy confines.  She tried to arch her back but his other hand was implacable against her back and he urged her to bend over the seat of the motorcycle. He slid his hands over the cheeks of her ass and rubbed circles over the globes and then one hand came around to the front and he slid a finger inside her slick folds and a moan flowed from her lips.  He rubbed that finger in slick circles inside her pussy, but did not touch her throbbing clit. She tried to move so that his finger would touch it but he held her with a hand on her hip.  When he told her to stand still she complied and his other hand rubbed up and down the crack of her ass. The combined stimulation set her body to trembling and the ache deep inside her needed a release.. He pulled her cheeks back until she felt his solid erection and she wiggled against his jeans and the ridge inside them.  A pooling started low in between her thighs. Between the ache of her breasts and the ache of her clit she was in an inferno of lust.  She tried to turn around but he kept her in position and then ran his fingers in her slickness between her thighs and she moaned, then he inserted a finger and thrust up inside her, that was followed by another finger and then he thrust those two fingers until she thought she would burst but he stopped. She was panting and achy with need.  She felt him open his jeans and then she felt the prod of that smooth head between her thighs and she tried to open her thighs wider but she was trapped by her jeans. He chuckled and bent her further over the seat of the motorcycle and her ass rose in the air and the soft wetness of her pussy was more exposed and he thrust into her from behind.  A groan escaped her mouth and then it was game on. He thrust into her in one hard brutal thrust and then withdrew to do it again, by the second thrust the juices were running down her thighs and she was meeting his thrusts with her own.  His  hand in the middle of her back kept her in place as well as the hard hold he had on her hip. He held her still and moved his hips back and forth pounding into her. Cries fell from her lips and she knew that she was so damn close. She reached up and put a finger on her clit and pressed down and started to push again that bundle of nerves in time with his thrusts and when she was about to come she felt his hand tighten on her hip and she pressed harder and flames shot through her pussy and she came like a wave crashing.  Her cries echoed off the trees and she shuddered as the end of her released lapped at her pussy. He pulled free of her tightness rubbed his fingers through the swollen lips of her pussy and she shuddered again and he thrust three fingers deep inside her pussy once more and she screamed as another tight little orgasm speared through her.  Her head hanging down and her breasts swaying with her deep heaving breaths, he pulled his fingers out and patted the sleek cheeks of her ass and stepped back. She heard him adjust his jeans.  She stayed there for a few seconds more and then straightened slowly.  She tried to reach down for her panties and jeans and had to hold on to the bike for support but finally managed to get her jeans and panties back up. She slowly turned and her hair in wild disarray, breasts on display, she looked at him and smiled… “Now that was a ride.” ...

A Fantasy...

Trembling like a leaf in a breeze, he gazed upon her as she stood there.  She tried to keep the words behind her lips.  Her tumultuous thoughts tumbled around inside her.  He stroked down her arms with his finger and then across her back and down the center of it until his hands rested on her hips.  He leaned in closer, moved her hair aside and kissed the nape of her neck.  She stood very still and catalogued each feeling and nuance inside her mind.

He escorted her into the very exclusive gentleman’s club.  He nodded to different men as they moved through the main rooms.  She kept her vision narrowed to those steps directly in front of her.  She could feel his hand on the small of her back and knew his possession.  He turned down a hallway and his movements slowed and she cast a look under her lashes at him and slowed when he stopped.  He circled a wrist and pulled her closer to him and whispered into her ear…”Do you remember when you shared your fantasy with me?”  She wet her lips and knew… The conversation had been casual, she had no idea he would remember it. The whole topic had changed to something else.

She could hear the deep murmur of voices and he stopped and caressed her and then leaned in for a deep kiss.  His lips laid claim to hers and she responded by melting underneath him and gave him what he wanted.  He turned her so that she was facing the wall and then he trailed his fingers down her arms in a sensual caress that caused shudders and then he reached her wrists and circled them with his hands and she quivered under his hands and he could feel her pulse quicken.  The hint of his control in that simple gesture of him circling her wrists caused her to clench her thighs together.   He raised her hands over her head and then standing close behind her.. “Keep them there princess” he murmured in her ear and  with a sharp little nip on her earlobe,  sucked on it and then kissed her neck.

Slowly sliding his hands down her sides to cup her breasts he pressed her firmly against the pole that was positioned in the middle of her body, a breast on each side and then plucked at the responsive nipples until they stood erect and wanting.  His hands slid down to her hips and pulled back on them so that her mound wasn’t resting against the pole.  She mewled in her throat but the sound got no further.  “I do not want your sensitive pussy touching this post. Do you understand?” He asked in a soft strong voice.  “Yes.” She whispered back.  She felt him move away from her and the coolness touched her back.  He placed a strip over her eyes that blurred the edges of her vision, she was not in darkness but in a world of shadows and mystery.  “Enjoy baby.” and with those whispered words she heard him walk away.  She closed her eyes and tried to reel in her whirling thoughts.

With her blurred vision she couldn’t really see anything but shadows, it was all a bit surreal.  Then footsteps neared and a hand trailed down her spine.  Her low cut dress dipped to just above the crack of her ass and the fingers continued to trail lower, then stopped.  Her heart accelerated and her breath came in soft pants.  The unknowing was beating at her defenses.  Then the hand withdrew and the coolness took its place.  Leaning her head against the post she drew in a deep breath.  Murmuring voices were coming closer and she picked out two distinct voices.  They slowed as they came closer to her and then they stopped.  One hand reached out and caressed a breast and played with her nipple, pulling on it and pinching until the edge of pain then relaxing, and doing it again.   She felt another hand caress down her ass and squeeze and then run a finger along the crease and she tried to stay relaxed.  Another hand swept her hair off of her neck and lips traveled across a shoulder and then she felt the sharp nip of teeth and she shuddered.  The multiple sensations bombarding her were crashing inside her.  Feeling their hands on her made her weak as they kept her on the biting edge of passion but not enough to bring her over.  The hand on her ass squeezed to the point that she wondered if their would be bruises tomorrow but then it slid down to the crease and slowly around her hip until those fingers were over her pussy and then those fingers were tapping with just enough pressure to cause her to bite her lip as she felt the need rise swiftly to climax and then nothing.  The hands left her and she heard them retreat.  Taking deep breaths she so wanted to press against the post but knew she couldn’t.  She felt so many feelings cascading through her, whirling and driving the passion into every dark crevice.

She shuddered and then heard footsteps approaching and stilled.  She waited in anticipation and then felt hands on her ankles and gasped out loud.  Another set of footsteps approached and then another hand touched her leg and the first  hand pulled on her ankle gently until she felt her foot slide and her thighs open wider.  Then a hand roamed up her left calf massaging her muscle and then the back of her knee and up to her thigh making small circular patterns, and varying pressures.  The other hand came around to the front of her right leg and moved slowly inexorably up to her thigh and massaged her, wandering inside and over the back and to the front.  Both hands were working her legs and were different textures and pressures, keeping her off balance and she started to pant with the sumptuous sensations.  The hands were everywhere but not where she desperately needed them to be…if only they would touch her weeping moistness.   Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, the hands withdrew and she wanted to scream with frustration.

Panting and trying to get her shattered emotions until some semblance of control, she stood there and didn’t even hear anyone until she felt hands clasp her around her waist and work their way to her breasts and bring her hardened nipples to even more sensitive points of pleasure.  She felt the heat of an erection pressed against her ass and stood perfectly still.  She hoped he wouldn’t press her into the post, she knew that would make her climax and she had been told to not touch the post.  Her feelings were tossed around like a leaves in the wind.  She quivered as the relentless fingers on her breasts made them swell and fill with need.  Her panting was the only thing she could hear.  Moans broke from her lips and she tried to keep them in.  The hands left her and she felt the coolness again.  Footsteps faded away down the hall.  The edge of desire cut deeply in her and she knew that there would be cream on her thighs and the ache deep inside had spread to every surface of her body until she felt that a mere whisper on her cause her to combust.

Footsteps approached and she heard the tinkling of ice in a glass and then she felt the cool glass slide her spine and her moan was loud and long as she shuddered.  Her head fell forward until it rested on the post.  She shivered and every nerve ending was on fire with the decadent thrill of the coolness of the glass and fire burning deep inside, colliding with the ache of sensuous desire threading through her.  She flexed her fingers around the post and craved more.

The footsteps receded and then more approached and she waited.  The hands were on hers and she knew they were his.  He pressed into her and she stood still.  Then his hands brought hers down until they were once more by her side.  His hands roamed up to her shoulders and massaged the ache away but this in turn only created another corresponding ache.   He pulled her slowly back against him and sighed deeply and melted against him.  He placed an arm around her waist and moved away from the post until she could stand on her wobbly legs without needing his strength.   He turned her to him and kissed her gently on the mouth and when she would have deepened the kiss he pulled away and she quivered.  He left her vision blurred and putting an arm around her moved down the hall a bit and down around a corner.  He opened a door and they moved through it and then he closed the door.  Taking her hand he went over to a chair and sat down and pulled her on to his lap.  Leaning her over his arm he kissed her deeply until all the stimulation rose to the surface again and she was panting in his arms once more.  Lifting her he slid out from underneath her and settled her back in the chair.

He lifted her up and removed her thong and settled her dress high on her waist.  He placed one leg over the arm of the chair and pulled her forward on the seat until she laid back on the other arm and then pulled her other leg over his shoulder.  She was wide open to his gaze and his touch.  She shuddered and panted.  He leaned forward and placed soft kisses and little nips on the insides of her thighs moving ever closer to the place where she wanted him most.  His hands and fingers glided up her thighs spreading her wider and then she felt his breath just mere inches away from the core of her heat.  His fingers eased forward and then he ran his fingers along the swollen tissues, puffy from the stimulation of her senses, pulling on them and making the blood rush into them more.  He spread the delicate petals and then swirled a finger in the glistening moisture and rubbed it up and down spreading it all around, not touching the bundle of nerves burgeoning with need.  

She felt him blow on her clit and she felt like screaming.. She needed to climax so badly, and still his fingers made forays everywhere but where she wanted him.  Then he used his hands to hold her lips apart and she felt his tongue on her and the breath left her lungs in a whoosh to quickly build into a scream that worked its way up her throat.  Slowly his tongue roamed up and down the outer lips of her pussy and then further in until she was mewling and pleading.  Her clit swelled with blood and desire and poked out of the hood until even his breath on it caused her to shudder.  She was so close the coolness of the room was almost enough to make her fall over the sharp edge.  His tongue drove her up and kept her hanging on the precipice but wouldn’t let her fall over the other side.

When she didn’t think she could take it any longer, he plunged two fingers deep inside her and she screamed and flew over the edge.  Her climax was sharp and its claws went deep.  As she shuddered around his fingers, he pulled them out and then sucked her clit into his mouth and she came again, harder, her screams sounding out again and again.  He held her thighs apart as she tried to close them in her sexual delirium.  He sucked on her clit and then that magical, maddening tongue roamed down and snaked through her pussy and lapped at the cream and prodded deep into her vagina and then lapped again at the nectar that continued to flow.  He sucked on her outer lips first one side and then the other, keeping her on that dangerous pinnacle, balanced until he let he go over.  He trailed his fingers again through her pussy, circling her clit making it come alive with sensation again.  Then his fingers skimmed down her pussy and slowly and incrementally entered her until she felt every inch as first one went in and then out.. Then two in and out ever so slowly and deeply.  Then three fingers stretching and plunging slowly in and out.  As she soared higher and higher, little words fell from her lips pleading and begging.  Her breath coming in great gasps and pants.  Then once more he sucked her clit and applied his tongue to it and then just  when she was about to come, he bit down on her clit and screamed and screamed her release and then as she started down, he plunged his fingers into her faster and faster and sucked hard on her clit and another  hard climax shattered her into a million pieces and he felt each and every muscle quiver and clench around his fingers and mouth. His tongue lapping up and down, laving the nectar from her pussy and soothing the tender tissues as they continued to quake under his mouth.

In the cataclysmic aftermath, as her breathing slowed.  She lay there drifting in the languid aftermath of sexual bliss.   He  pulled away from her and brought her legs together feeling the quivering muscles under his hands.  He gentled her with caresses and massaged the muscles of her thighs and brought her down slowly.  He rose to his feet and then leaned down and pulled her onto his lap and cuddled her close, feeling her rapid heart beat and her panting breath against his neck. He stroked his hands up and down  her body bringing her down slowly and quietly. When she rested against him, he tipped her chin up and kissed her lips softly and then rubbed across them with his feeling the little tremors that continued to course through her.  He whispered softly…”I hope the reality was better than the fantasy baby.”  Her lips drifted into a smile as she lay in total sexual lassitude and contentment.

One...

She paced in her office and contemplated her next move.  Her sleek dark gray business suit was suited to the dark thoughts in her head.  She placed the call that had her in turmoil.  He picked up on the first ring.  “Yes..?”  his brusque voice answered and she knew she had caught him in the middle of something.  “No.” She said and quickly hung up the phone and had to sit down she was so dizzy.  Her tummy rolled and she had to put her head between her knees, she felt so faint..

After a few moments she felt a bit steadier and rose on shaky legs to walk over to the wall of glass in her office and look out over the city.  She turned and moved over to the credenza and poured herself a tumbler of Glen Livet, sipping she walked back to the wall of glass and wondered what would happen next…

She walked to the elevator and knew that her weekend would be long and without any answers so she would do her best to just exist.. One day after the next until she was past this, she was a survivor and would survive this.  Looking for her keys she tried to remember where she had had them last…damn they must be upstairs in her office. Nothing to do but to go back up and get them.

Walking down the darkened hallway she moved to her office door and opened it in the dark and walked over to her desk.  She felt a subtle something in the dark and her heart sped up, glancing around… she saw him in the shadows sitting on the couch.  She walked behind her desk and grabbed her keys and started for the door.  He was there before she cleared her desk and had her by the shoulders…”You knew this wouldn’t be the end of it didn’t you?”  His coldness startled her.  She tried to look up into his eyes and the shadows held his secrets.  He shook her shoulders slightly until she gasped and looked up at him again.  His mouth crashed down on her lips… She let him have that which he wanted.  She pushed away from him and walked over to the glass and looked out over the night city shuddering and trying to calm her inner turmoil.  She didn’t know he had moved until he stood behind her and she saw his reflection.  Just feeling his heat behind her made her shiver.  His breath on her neck had her aching and becoming needy deep inside.  He knows her so well and all her weak spots and hidden desires.

“I know you’re afraid, if I don’t push you we will stay where we are now… You need me to help you push those boundaries.”  He said and his deep voice washed over her and she quaked deep inside.  Stepping away she put some space between them and said in a soft voice…”You want too much, you push too hard.”  Her voice soft but strong.  “When have we done anything that you did not want or like?”  His retort was short and angry.  She debated with herself to be honest or to just let it go…

Keeping her back to him, she continued to gaze out at the night and she felt the touch of his hands on her back and he ran his hands lightly over her, he leaned forward and whispered in her ear “Do you really want to end our relationship? When your body responds to me the way it does?  When I know what pleases you, how to make you scream… when I know what turns you on and up?”  A shiver coursed through her and straightened her spine and moved away from him slightly.  “You are taking too much from me…You’re all I think about… I don’t have any thoughts that don’t involve you… I’m losing me…”  She told him in her quiet voice.  He touched her again and she attempted to move away but he pulled he closer to him until they were touching. He tipped her chin so that she was looking at him and he smiled down at her. “I’m a Dom, you’re supposed to think of me.”  “I’m not your submissive!” She stated firmly and frowned.  He swooped down and laid claim to her mouth and possessively took a kiss that left her breathless and needy.  She melted beneath him and he smiled inside knowing that he could move her in such a way, no matter what she said to him.  “Stop, just stop…” She said to him and pushed against him.  “I need you to leave me alone.”  She whispered and walked away from him and poured herself a drink, drinking a gulp quickly and shuddering.  He stood where she had left him and watched her.  He wondered what had happened to cause this change and hoped he could find out before she put up to many barriers again.  They had made some wonderful progress, he wasn’t about to lose all that, not without a fight.

He removed his suit jacket and placed it on the chair, and removed his tie.  She watched him over her glass and a quiver ran through her.  She so enjoyed watching him in almost anything he did, but she really had to put a stop to the whole thing.  He unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled them up just a bit.  He slowly paced toward her and she panicked and made for the door, but he got there before her and she backed away from him.  He watched her closely and then paced with her until they were once again by the window.  He ran his hands down her face and grasped her loosely around the neck with his hand and watched her eyes as he leaned into her closer and closer.  “I am your Dom, have no doubt on that detail. We will work out whatever has become an issue for you and then we will proceed.”  “Why would you flee from me, why didn’t you feel you could confide in me so that we could talk about it?”  She remained mute where she stood.

Looking up into his face she closed her eyes and a fine tremor coursed through her.  “Please… just leave me alone.  You have others who obviously you need to train and spend time with.  Why me?  Why not just make one of them your priority?”  She asked in soft tones.  She felt his fingers flex and watched his eyes closely.  He slowly released her and she turned back to face the lights of the city.  He watched and waited.  As the seconds ticked by, her resolve solidified.  She turned to him and he came up to her and said in very measured even tones, “You knew who and what I was going into this relationship.  I have not lied about anything to you.”  She watched his eyes and then she spoke calmly without inflection in her voice, “You’re right. I’m the one who has changed. You changed me.  You helped me find things inside me I did not know were there.  The dynamics of our relationship have changed.”  She stopped and licked her lips.  He reached out to her, and he rubbed him thumb over her bottom lip.  “I have not changed who I am. I am your Dom, you are my sub. If you had questions or concerns, why didn’t you come to me? Why would you try to run from me?” He shot the questions out and waited for her reply.

She looked up into his eyes and memories flooded through her…all the times they had been together and all the adventures they had enjoyed.  “I need more.” She told him in quiet tones with firm resolve in her voice.  “I need more from you. I cannot be what you want if you do not give me more. I find that I need more of you. I’m not willing to carry on with our relationship with the terms as they are. “  She turned and moved a bit away and then looked at him again.  “I need to be the one you come to when you’re angry, tired, and just you…”  She told him quietly.  “I can’t be an option any longer.  If you cannot give me this, then we need to release each other and move on.”  She paced the floor in front of the couch and finally stopped. She walked up to him slowly and looked at him and said softly…”I want to be the one you fulfill your dreams with. The one who tempts you to be more, to dig deeper. Then and only then will we have something worthy of calling ‘ours’.  I want to be the one you think of when you are at work behind your desk. I want to be the one you consider when you have time on your hands. I want to be the one you lights up your fantasies. I can’t be the one you seek out when someone else is busy or you’re upset with them. I want all of you, your time, your thoughts, your feelings, your desires, your passion and lust, your anger, your angst. I want to be the one who challenges you, pushes you, brings you higher.  I want to be the ‘one’.  You have to let me go if you cannot give me these things.”  She walked to the wall of glass once more and stood quietly.  She waited.  She knew she had given him a lot to think about and knew it would not be easy for him.  She had given everything she was to him and more… she needed that from him as well.  She hoped he understood that anything less than what she asked for would not be acceptable.  Turning and taking a deep, calming breath, she looked at him and asked calmly…”Well, what is your answer? Can you give me the things I need and desire? Will you allow me to be your ‘One’?”

I want you to beg...

I want you to beg.
I want you to beg me to stay.
I want you to beg me to be yours.
I want you to beg me to allow you into my life.
I want you to beg me to keep you.
I want you to beg me to plead for your touch.
I want you to beg for my kisses.
I want you to beg for my caresses.
I want you to beg for me to whisper my desires.
I want you to beg to hear the fantasies I dream.
I want you to beg me to place your hand where I want it most.
I want you to beg for my heart.
I want you to beg.

Dark Fantasy

The sway of her hips spoke of dark desire.  The black leather boots with their spiked heels drove into your groin with each step.  The black leather mini skirt barely covered an ass that begged to be spanked or kissed, with the leather just barely covering those globes of flesh.  There were zippers on each side of the skirt, such  sweet temptation.  Her smooth abdomen was taut and rose to breasts that swayed gently with each step.  Those breasts were encased in scarlet red leather with a zipper between the mounds of flesh that kept the scarlet leather barely covering those nipples almost peeking over the top.  Sharp definition to her shoulders showed that she worked out as did the firmness of her thighs exposed between the black boots and leather miniskirt.  She had a strong neck and she carried herself like a queen.  She hands were tensile strength and her forearms were coiled strength.  Her face was another story.  Firm jaw, full lush lips, high cheek bones.  Eyes of the darkest blue rimmed in gray, that reminded you of storm clouds.  Her blood red hair held nothing of nature but worked to frame the whole picture that took you to your darkest fantasy in a split second.

She walked with great confidence and an eroticism that oozed sensuality.  There was a hint of coolness surrounding her. All that sensuousness simmering, begging to be lit to a flame that would surely burn.  Her gaze roamed restlessly over the environment, settling here and there but seeming to find it lacking.   She entered the room and the very air seemed to still.  A void of silence emanated from her and then shattered into a million minute pieces when she took a deep breath and strode forward.  Her sleek stride pulled something deep inside and a coil of need slowly unfurled.  Her panther-like grace called to a primal urge.  Something dark slithered deep inside when I watched her.  Her elusion of stillness was caught with the vibrancy of her eyes. She slid onto a stool at the bar and the bartender came over and got her order.  Interested to see what she would be drinking I continued to watch her from my dark corner.   A tumbler of amber liquid arrived a small smile crossed my lips, glancing down at my own amber liquid.  Closing my fingers around my tumbler, I slowly brought it to  my lips and gave a silent  salute to the sultry prize sitting at my bar.

It didn’t take long before a man sidled up beside her and tried his tactics.  She glanced at him and merely shook her head no.  He tried to press his intentions and she looked at him with her cool gaze and after the second attempt he shrugged and walked off.  A small smile slide on my mouth as I watched her, gauging her game.  The next guy took a bit offense at her rebuff but got the message when she turned to him and gave him her full glacial stare.  One could see that she meant what she said.

With a her loose-limbed grace she slid to her feet and strolled out on to the dance floor. The music was a hard pounding rock and she swayed and ground her hips to the beat with no hesitation in her attitude or intentions. No human being would ever wonder what was on her mind.  From the sway of her breasts beneath the leather and the peaked nipples pressing against their confinement, to the thrust of her hips to the beat of the music.  The sweat glistening on her face and the rivulets running down between her breasts.  I watched with candid amazement as she danced, for carnal lust had never looked more pagan.  The slide of the leather across her hips and the dim light reflecting off of her boots.  The sheen of sweat on her thighs as she moved and swayed to the music and her arms undulating and pulling her blood red hair up off of her neck to  catch an errant breeze.  All thoughts flew from the mind and centered low in the belly. Raw, sensual, carnal, and pagan were the thoughts that flitted through the  mind watching her rotate her hips and thrust them to the beat of the music.  Slowly people around the floor paused in their own gyrations to watch her. Her dark winsome beauty calling to the beast inside every man and woman, clawing and screaming to get out and meet her as she danced.  As the song came to an end, the suspended silence seemed to bounce off of the walls and then as she turned, the spell was broken and everyone spoke and the volume in the room returned to normal.

Gliding back to the spot she had at the bar, she tipped the glass of whiskey to her lips and watching her sensual throat working as she swallowed was pretty damn erotic.  She put the glass down and got the bartender’s attention and ordered another.  A couple of would-be dates cruised by slowly and she paid them little heed.  Her agenda was her own.  I watched a drop of sweat slip sensuously down her cheek and then course down her swan-like neck to pool in the sexy valley of her clavicle.  I wanted to lick that little pool right then and there, and smirked as I took another sip of my whiskey.  The bartender came over with another whiskey and pointed down to the other end of the bar where a patron had purchased her beverage.  She shook her head in a negative and slid the tumbler back at the bartender.  She gazed down at the end of the bar where the bartender and the patron conversed and I saw the hint of a smile creep across her lips and then disappear.  Clearly her game was not in conquering or perhaps in even being conquered but shooting down those who dared to try.  I felt the swirl of dark desire slowly unfurl and took a deep breath.

In my mind I saw her coming over to me and me reaching up and grabbing her by the neck and  holding her for my kiss.  My mouth molding over hers and my tongue plunging in and taking possession.  As her breathing increased, I pull back and look into her eyes and see passion glazing them.  I reach down and through her leather bodice massage and squeeze her breast until I hear her soft moan.  I pull her closer to me until she is standing between my thighs and a hand roams down her curves until I cup her ass and haul her closer to me.  My hand creeping down the dangerous crease of her ass and  trailing along until she starts to squirm.  Wedging my leg between her thighs, I force her to spread her legs wider and smell the faint intoxicating scent of heated arousal.  She tries to push me away and  I release her neck to hold her face in my grip.  “Tonight, tonight you are mine.” I tell her in a whisper. Leaning forward my lips and teeth course up and down her neck.  I hear her hesitant breaths as she tries to keep her moans locked inside.  Working one hand around to the front of that sexy mini skirt, my hand roams slowly up underneath it until the heat of her arousal is evident through the tiny scrap of  silk covering her so intimately.  My finger rubs slowly up and down, along the crease, that the tiny silk tries to cover.  The moisture gathering there soon has the silk essentially wet. I slid the scrap of silk aside and my finger glides slickly through the gathering moisture. Slowly I run my finger up and down, staying away from that small bundle of nerve endings that will surely cause more than a groan to escape from those tightly closed lips.
Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, draining my glass, I ponder the delights in front of me.  So many choices.  The bartender shoots me an inquiring glance and I shake my head no.  Standing up and taking a quick look around to make sure everything is as it should be.  Rolling my shoulders I saunter around the back of the bar, stopping to chat with patrons and those needing a bit of my attention.  Looking into pools of darkness here and there and smiling. I was one damn lucky person and I knew it.  Feeling a hand grab mine I pause in my reverie, turn and smile. One of the barmaids whispers in my ear and I nod my assent.  Continuing my circuitous route I roll up to the woman at the bar, slowing down as I gauge her response.  She turns slowly and glances my way and a small smile plays about her lips.

With three feet separating us, I glance at her and quirk my eyebrow and a dirty smile plays on my lips.  She sensuously slides off of her perch and the full impact of all that sex in leather and booted heels drives straight to my groin and I feel it like a punch.  She stands there for precious moments and then takes those steps that brings her within a breath of me.  Feeling the heat from her body and smelling her tantalizing aroma wrapping around me, I flex my fingers and wait.  Watching her closely, I see her pupils dilate and sense her growing excitement and see her nipples pucker with desire underneath her leather top.  The passion oozing from her has its effect on me.  Every cell inside me responds to the driving need to be in her and around her, driving her over the edge and having her shatter in my arms.  My glance roams down her body, noting the pulse beating rapidly at that vulnerable spot on her neck.  Seeing her hand slowly raise up until she touches my face and I reach out and snag her waist and bring her those few inches until she is up against me like a second skin.  Her head snaps back as she looks at me, and I feel her hips grind against me.  Her hand snakes up between us and she tweaks my nipple and it stands up at her touch and I groan.  Her hand strays down and she presses between my thighs and I’m instantly wet.  I lean forward and nip her neck and then kissing my way up to her ear, I whisper.. “Ready to go home baby?”