STRANGE AND BEAUTIFUL

It was cool up from the beach in the shade and shadows of the resort. There was a good breeze blowing from the sea. It was beautiful, but I paid no heed to everything that was around me. The most beautiful, I have here beside me — you.

You were lying on the picnic blanket with your head in the bend of my arm and your eyes closed. The picnic lunch had been eaten. Enough of the wine had been consumed so that we were both peaceful and relaxed and the afternoon stretched ahead slow and lazy.

You looked content and I wonder if I had anything to do with it.

“Strange and Beautiful.” I murmured. I think those are the perfect words to describe you. I remembered the Aqualung song that I had been listening to weeks ago.

“I'll put a spell on you, 

You'll fall asleep when I put a spell on you, 

And when I wake you, 

I'll be the first thing you see, 

And you'll realize that you love me.” 

I touch your cheek ever so gently with my fingertips.

You opened your eyes.

“Hi.” You said with a smile. Your voice was soft and low.

“I thought you were asleep.” My fingertips were now trailing the line of your jaw.

"I was...” And your hand came up and touched my face. “Or at least I think I was. What have you been doing?"

"Nothing. I’m just looking at you. Thinking of how beautiful you are."

Your cheeks blushed pink. Beautiful—you are still not used to being called that.

“You are too kind.” You laughed. “And I still think you need glasses because you can’t see that I am fat."

I touched your cheek and kissed you. Your lips were soft and warm.

I ended the kiss just to tell say, "I think you are beautiful. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes and then you would know."

"You know… I worry about your eyesight," You said. "I take it back. You don’t need glasses. If you ever get new glasses, you might change your mind."

“And find you even more beautiful…" I added and kissed her again. This time your lips were wet and slightly open.

Your tongue pushed into my mouth, and I felt that almost electrical shock go through me that always happens when you kiss me this way.

I sucked your tongue and pushed mine into your mouth. I could feel myself hard now, and the warm softness of your body against me.

I began to caress and fondle your breasts through the soft material of your shirt as we kissed.

I kissed your face, your cheeks, and trailed kisses down to your neck as I slowly opened each button and pushed your bra up. Padded bra—your breasts are small, which is alright with me. I have never understood the fascination most men have with large breasts. Yours were enough. Just like they were made for me.

I kissed each nipple and then began to suck.

"Bite," you said. I smiled to myself. You liked a little pain with your pleasure and I like giving it. I bite the nipple gently and pushed my hand up between your legs. You opened to me, and I started rubbing your pussy through your shorts.

You started shifting positions and opened your legs wider. I bit again. Harder this time.

"Ouch! You bad boy!"

I chuckled. I knew you liked it.

And you were pushing your pussy hard against my hand. I pulled away from your breasts and began to pull your shorts down.

"No." You said as you to stop me. "What if someone sees?"

"Then they'll wish they were me."

"No. Really. What if someone comes."

"Nobody is coming." I kissed your lips again to stop you from protesting. I pulled your shorts and your panties off.

I went back to kissing and licking your breasts again, sucking each firm little nipple, and began slipping my fingers into your hot pussy, my thumb massaging your clit as my fingers moved in you, in the wet softness of you.

The sweet sound of your moans filled the air and you were trying to stop yourself from moaning to loud.

I kissed down the swell of your tummy as I finger fuck you. You grew wetter and wetter. I knew I just had to taste.

It was like you knew what I was going to do because you opened her legs wide to accept my tongue where my fingers had just been. I began to lick and kiss and suck your pussy. My tongue turning tight circles on your clit as my fingers moved in you.

I wondered how many men you have fucked. I remember asking you that question once but you never answered.

Sometimes I would picture you fucking them. Yes, more than one man. Maybe two or three all at the same time. You were always on your knees in these imaginary scenes and you were fucking these men with your mouth. Sometimes I would imagine you sucking a cock while you were being fucked. Sometimes I was fucking you while you sucked a cock, but most of the time I was sitting in a chair with a glass of wine and watching—just watching you getting filled by cocks in all your fuckable holes. I know this is perverted of me, but I really have imagined you doing just that. It excites me.

I told myself it was just an erotic fantasy. That I did not really want it to happen. And most of the time I believed it. But not always. Not nearly always.

I felt your body arch and stiffen and then relax and stiffen again. Your hands were on the back of my head, holding me against you as I sucked and kissed and licked. You pushed your pussy against me, rubbing your pussy hard against my face.

"Fuck me," I hear you say. Almost demanding. Almost demanding. God knows I wanted so badly to. I rose up started positioning myself when you said, “No. First I want to suck you. Let me taste you."

How can a guy say no to that? I rolled onto my back, and you pushed down my shorts and began sucking. Your lips were wet and hot and soft and hungry. You sucked hard, moving up and down on my shaft. I could feel it all the way down to my toes.

As you sucked you pulled my shorts down, and I kicked them away.

"God, Baby! God, I love the way you suck me!" Your lips were lose but firm, and you were taking me all in. Going down fast and sucking hard.

"You are the sweetest little cock sucker."

You bit me softly.

"Oww! You naughty girl! Naughty little girls get spanked." I slapped your ass softly. You bit harder and I spanked you harder. The harder I spanked the harder and faster you sucked.

I felt the orgasm rising in me. Felt it begin in my toes and move up my body. I bite my lip and pulled away from you and pushed you down on the blanket.

“Now?” I hear you ask devilishly.

I slipped between your spread legs and pushed my cock into you. Pushing in hard and deep and then slowly pulling out. And then pushing in deep and hard. This time pounding into you, driving into you and slowly, moving so slowly.

I had to sort of kneel between your legs to get into you. I could not lay above you as I would like to do. I wanted to be able to see your face and kiss your lips as I moved in you.

I pushed into you. So deep into you. The hardness of me into the wet softness of you. Filling that empty place inside of her. Filling that hungry place inside of me.

And as we made love, as we fucked, all creation evaporated and the only reality was the perfection of our bodies joined into one.

And my mind slipped away again and I ceased to exist except for the sensation of my cum erupting into you, except for the sensation of you pushing against me as you reached climax.

I groaned and pushed deeper into you as the wetness of me filled the wetness of you until I was empty and you were full.

I jerked myself out of you and collapsed on your stomach. "God, that was good! I think I just died.”

“La petit mort?” You chuckled sexily.

I slipped a finger into your pussy. It was dripping wet with a different wetness now that she you full of my cum. I sucked the mingled wetness of "us" from my finger never taking my eyes off you as you watched me.

"I do love you so much," I said and you just smiled.

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He stared at his laptop screen. He was done. His first ero-mantic writing, and it was loosely based on the non-erotic story she first posted on PinoyLiterotica almost a year ago—A Weekend Fantasy.

Who would’ve thought someone like him could ever write let alone something as erotic and as romantic like that? And it was all because of her.

“I've been watching your world from afar,

I've been trying to be where you are, 

And I've been secretly falling apart unseen.” 

But he couldn’t get her out of his mind. He’s hooked. He knew it. She had a way with words. She tickled his senses with her words and her highly imaginative mind. Her imagination—that’s her greatest arsenal.

He just read the new story she had on Erotivoice, and he loved it! Who wouldn’t? She has talent! And he wanted her.

“To me, you're strange and you're beautiful, 

You'd be so perfect with me but you just can't see, 

You turn every head but you don't see me.” 

He looked at her Facebook page yet again—stalking her Facebook posts and looking at her pictures. There’s something about her eyes. He can’t stop looking at it. And every time he sees a picture where she smiles—he just can’t describe whatever it is that he is feeling.

He wanted to get to know her. He wanted to talk to her.

He vowed it will happen. Soon. And then maybe he will stop having dreams and fantasies about her.

“I'll put a spell on you, 

You'll fall asleep when I put a spell on you, 

And when I wake you, 

I'll be the first thing you see, 

And you'll realize that you love me.” 

HOW TO BE A CUNNING LINGUIST

There are numerous terms I can think of really. It had been called “dining at the Y,” “drinking from the furry cup” (and this is of course applicable if it’s hairy down there hence the word “fur”), “eating someone out,” “licking someone out,” “lip service” (though I must say that this one is most used in reference to blowjobs), “candy licking,” etc, etc. 

Now here’s what every guy should now about eating a girl out. 

Don’t get so worked up before sinking your tongue deep between her sweet slit. 

Do not be an impatient person. 

Going down on your girl is not about bathing her with your tongue. Use your tongue, lips, teeth, hands, fingers, arms, the vibrations from your voice, and anything else you can think of. Get creative. Most people consider eating pussy “foreplay,” but I think that there should be a ton of REAL foreplay leading up to it. 

Her mouth is a good place to start. 

Kiss her. It’s a pretty innocent concept. If she’s a big kisser, spend more time in this department. Trail kisses from her lips to her jaw, pressing your lips gently up along her jaw line. 

Rest your lips right under her ear, let it linger on that sensitive spot before tracing the outline of her earlobe with your tongue. After your tongue wets it a little, take it in your mouth. You’ll feel her shoulders blades press together while you suck on her earlobe. 

After that, make your way down to her neck kissing gently down the side of it. The feel of her hand gripping your hair gently or holding the nape of your neck while you massage her neck with your tongue is orgasmic. Part your lips and suck on the damp skin. Repeat this process from her neck to the sensitive area where her neck and shoulder meets (if your partner is into biting, bite this spot as hard as you can without hurting her), down to her collarbone and tits. 

Reach for her arms and slowly hold them over her head with your left hand, clamp them together while your mouth explores every inch of her bare tits. Plant soft kisses everywhere but on her nipples, let your bottom lip lightly graze over the tip of her firm nipple as you make your way around it. Inch closer and watch her shudder when you finally take it in your mouth. 

After kissing and licking small circles around her nipples, tease it gently between your teeth. You may grab her tit with your free hand and squeeze gently, just enough to bring her firm nipple closer to your lips. Suck on it and roll your tongue against it while it’s in your mouth. 

Move down to her stomach. Let go of her hands and grab her hips as your mouth inches down her skin. When you finally make your way between her legs, kissing her calves/inner thighs while occasionally parting your lips to suck on the skin. 

Wrap your arms around her thighs. Lean in and wet that area between her inner thigh and pussy with your tongue before sucking on it lightly. This will make her arch her back and spread her legs more. If she talks dirty in bed, she will start begging at this point. 

At this point, you can start tracing the outline of her pussy. Use the tip of your tongue and make her watch while your tongue slowly grazes around the edges and outline of her swollen clit and labia. 

You’ll hear her whimper under her breath or start trying to grind against your tongue. Don’t let her. Grab her inner thighs and pin her legs spread firmly against the bed, leaving her completely helpless. You’d be surprised at how wet it gets down there. 

When you think she’s frustrated enough or when she’s pretty much trying to fuck your face or shove your head between her legs, pause for a bit and let the cool air gently tease her wet skin. The frustrated look on her face and the eager movements of her body is a sight to behold. 

Spread her outer lips and watch it contract obediently because at this point she’s completely helpless and she’s willing to do pretty much anything for you to touch her. While holding her pussy spread and watching, run your fingers up and down her outer lips kind of just massaging them and encouraging her. 

When she’s moaning frustrations, lap her pussy up in one deep stride from the bottom up, burying your tongue deep between her exposed slit. 

Play with her labia. Run your tongue between them and rush her clit a little bit on your way up. Suck on her labia and tongue at them in your mouth. Tease them gently between your lips. After she’s completely worked up, suck her clit. Take her clit in your mouth and suck on it, starting slow and only sucking harder if her body language says she wants more. 

If she can handle that, push the hood of her clit up and completely expose her clit before sucking on it. Flick your tongue against it a little while you suck it, get creative. Circle her clit and the sides of her labia. Seriously, the possibilities are endless. 

This works best after the first or second orgasm: Tongue fucking. Slip your tongue as far in as you can and feel her slowly push it out with her tight muscles. You can feel her muscles contract around your tongue. 

Finger her while eating her out. This combination works wonders. As a matter of fact, some girls can only orgasm with this technique. While you’re tonguing her clit, slowly stroke the opening of her hole. Get your finger(s) nice and wet before easing them in. Make sure your palm is faced up because you’ll need to curl your fingers to find her g-spot. Rub her g-spot while your mouth works her clit. 

Casually asking about her day and then slowly proceeding to tease/eat her pussy nonchalantly while she’s confused/trying to think of words to tell you about her day. The look on her face and the stutter in her words as your tongue is probing between her legs = priceless. 

Pussy eating shouldn’t JUST come before sex. It should come after sex as well because nothing is more relaxing than the feeling of your soft tongue between her legs relieving her after you just fucked her pussy raw. 

Watch her breathe. 

The sound of her voice when a moan escapes her lips. 

The steady breathing that gradually turns into pants and pleading whimpers. 

Feel her try to regain control by arching her back and compensate by grinding desperately against your tongue. 

Her fingers in your hair and the occasional gasp for air because she forgot to breathe. 

The way she tries to scoot away from you and close her legs tight when her pussy’s sensitivity builds. 

The aggressive feeling you get when you pry her legs open and keep going anyway because your overwhelming hunger takes over. 

Her hands clawing helplessly at the sheets and blankets and trying to grasp on to something to keep it together as her clit throbs and her legs quiver. 

The way her hands find their way to your head, gripping and squeezing your hair and skull tight, encouraging you to keep going for just a few more seconds. 

Her eyes rolling back and for half a minute and then she’s completely gone. 

Lost in her own head. Her own moans, every muscle in her body tense. 

And then she collapses, her chest heaving while you lap up her juices. Every. Last. Drop. 

Now this is a foolproof method. Trust me on this, I’m a girl.

HIS KEPT WOMAN (PART 2)

Author’s Note:  This is the second part of my Kept Woman series.

Tell me what you think about it, okay?  I’m doing a bit of experimenting on the storyline here.

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He just came.  He looked at his semen on her breasts.  She was heaving underneath him.  He knew she wanted him to cum in her mouth, but he didn’t give in.

Later.  Much, much later she will have the pleasure.

He wiped the mess he made on her chest with a white towel.

He looked down on her and just stared.  He wondered what was going through her mind right now.

Beautiful – there is no other way to describe her.

And because he couldn’t resist himself and because he had been wanting to kiss her, he brought his mouth down to hers and kissed her.  Hard.

She kissed him back.  She sucked the moisture off his tongue.  Her nipples seemed like sharp points against his chest.  He groaned into her mouth, and the sound merged with her own moan of pleasure.  His cock moved in response to her moan.

It took everything he had in him to pull back from her mouth.  He wanted to devour the woman – to own her body and soul.  He had never reacted to any woman like he reacted to this one.  His cock liked her too much.

He focused his attention on her tits.  The brown tips were puckered up tight, and he drew his mouth to them.  He sucked at one breast and with his other hand he plumped and caressed the other one.

He couldn’t believe just how horny he was.

“You’re a witch,” he growled.  He was feeling as if she had put him under a deep, dark spell and she controlled his cock completely.  The witch!  She deserved to be burned!  Ah but he was burning... burning with his desire for her.

“More.  Give me more.”  She pleaded.

He wondered if he should undo the bindings on her hands, wondering what magic she would work with those fingers on his body.  He wondered how her hands would feel on his cock.

No, he would keep her wrists tied up.  For now.  He liked knowing that she was fragile and that she depended entirely on him and his whims – his sexual whims.

Even more so, he had a feeling that much of her arousal stemmed from the fact that she was a prisoner to him and that she was bound.

“Let me taste you, please.”

She was asking.  No, begging him.  She was offering her mouth.

His cock moved and throbbed obviously excited at the idea.  His precum was glistening on its head.

He gave in.

“Very well then.”

He guided his cock to her lips.  Her tongue flicked at his cockhead and she tasted his precum.  She moaned.  He shivered.

And her mouth opened to take in his fully engorged head.

“Oh God,” he groaned as she licked and sucked at him, taking his cock deep down her throat.

“Mmmmnn”  He filled her mouth.  He was so big.  He was so hard.  She wanted to suck him until he exploded in his mouth.

He started moving and pumped her mouth back and forth on his cock.  She was sucking him greedily.

Dear God!  Her mouth felt like a wet, tight pussy!  And she knew how to work on her tongue.  Who would’ve thought the little bitch is an expert cocksucker?

He was glad he picked her.

He reached out from behind him, and his fingers found her wet pussy ready between her legs.  He pushed his fingers in and out of her in the same rhythm that her mouth was sucking his cock.

His fingers found her clit and pinched at it.  That earned an excited almost-scream from her, and she nearly jumped off the bed.  It was a good thing that she was tied or she would’ve bucked him off of her.

Just a few more flicks and deep finger-fucks and he knew he could make her cum.  He wanted to cum in her mouth.  So badly but he decided differently.

“Whoa there, my little cocksucker.”  He moved his hips backward and withdrew his cock from her mouth.

He smiled and noted her look of surprise on her face with what he did.  She bobbed her head forward and he knew she was reaching for his cock with her mouth.

“You can suck my cock more later.”

“I…”  She was breathless.  “don’t… understand…”

“What don’t you understand?”

“Don’t you want to come in my mouth?”  She asked him.

“I have a better idea.”  He said.  He moved and changed positions and settled himself between her wide-spread legs.

He leaned forward and studied her face.

God, she is really beautiful!

“This.”  He growled.  “I want this.”  He said as he captured her mouth in an aggressive kiss.  He knew he was hurting her, but she kissed him back with the same intensity.  He ripped off her blindfold as he mounted her.  He was desperate to see her pupils dilate and contract when her orgasm ripped through her.

He surged into her, hard and long.  She almost screamed with surprise at the sudden pussy assault.  He knew he was big, and he could be hurting her, but her pussy welcomed him just the same.  She didn’t even blink or closed her eyes.  She looked at him as he was looking at her.

He finally got what he had been longing for from the very first moment he first laid eyes on her.  He felt her muscles clench around him, and he knew.  He knew that she was going to come, and he also knew that he was about to explode in her tight, hot pussy.

He wanted to prolong the pleasure.  He stilled and pulled his cock out of her until just the head rested against her folds.

“No…”  She raised her hips in an attempt to get his cock back into her.

“No…  Please…”

“No what?”  He moved slowly inside her and withdrew his cock in one swift motion.  She sighed.

“Don’t stop fucking me.”  Her eyes pleaded.  But he won’t give in just yet.

“Tell me, you’re my whore.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“I’m….”  She started softly.

“What?  I can’t hear you.”

“I’m your whore.”  Louder this time and this made him smile.

With a groan, he bit her shoulders and slowly slid into her snug, wet canal.  He didn’t have to tell her twice.  She repeatedly was saying she was his whore while he was fucking her.

She cried out her release.  He reached for a nipple and sucked and bit on it hard as his cock exploded into her.

TO BE CONTINUED

HIS KEPT WOMAN (PART 1)

 She was stretched out on the bed stark naked.  Her sight masked by a black scarf blindfold.  Her hands tied to the bedposts.

He stared for a moment at the sight before him.  Everything about her screamed of sex.  Her smooth, waxed pussy gleamed with the fine sheen of her arousal already seeping out between her thighs.  A goddess – she was his sex goddess.

He was positive she knew the potent effect she had on men — him most importantly —given the way that she lay on the bed with a slight arch to her back emphasizing the slenderness of her ribcage and the small circumference of her waist and perfectly showcasing her breasts to hungry eyes – his hungry eyes.

“Who’s there?”  She sensed his presence.

He sat on the bed and traced the outlines of her lips.  He wanted to kiss those lips and bite them.

“Please…”  She begged.  “Please let me go.”  There was fear in her voice.  His cock hardened at the way she sounded.

He was tempted to rip the blindfold off her face so that he could watch her quivering and see her eyes grow big as she begged him.

He stood up and proceeded to tie her ankles.  She was pleading.  In tears, she was in tears now.  He loved it.  He knew it was perverted.  But he loved that she was pleading; that she was begging; that she was crying.

He smiled.  He was going to enjoy this.

And he vowed she will enjoy what he is going to do to her before the night ends.

She was spread-eagled on the bed.  His bed.  She looked like she belonged there.

He was staring at her pussy now.  He admired the plump lips of her labia.  He slipped one finger into her wetness and moved it slowly into her.

She gasped, and he felt her muscles clench around his fingers.  He felt her wetness.

He smiled.  He was right.  This little bitch is aroused.

He slipped his finger out of her pussy and tasted her – flicking his tongue on the finger that he used on her.  Sweet.  She tasted sweet.

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Two hours ago…

“Right on time.”  He said to himself as he saw a woman get off the elevator and walk her way around the parking level.

He was conveniently parked right next to her car.  He had been stalking her for weeks.  He vowed he will have her, and tonight is the night.

He went out of his car just in time as she neared hers.  She was wearing a red short dress in a flimsy material that perfectly fitted her and showcased her assets.  But he knew she will look better naked.

He held the white cloth in his hands.  This is it.

“Excuse me, Miss?”  He watched as she turned and looked his way.

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Two-and-a-half hours later

Scared.  She was scared shitless.  She hated being powerless.  She was abducted.  His voice sounded familiar, but she couldn’t place the face and the voice together.

Will he kill her after he had his way with her?  She doubted he will let her go.

But the worst part of it all was that she was turned on.  She had never been at the mercy of a man before – sexually that is.  This is something new for her.

Oh she had lovers in the past, but she didn’t know she had it in her to like being tied.

Knowing she was this exposed to him, she wanted to beg him to suck her nipples, to feel his fingers inside her pussy again, and to feel his tongue on her clit.

When one finger went inside her a few minutes ago, it almost made her come right then and there.  How much pleasure would two or three fingers give her?  Or even his tongue?  Or his cock?

She felt herself blush at her thoughts.  She almost laughed.  Imagine her, tied to the bed by a stranger.  She should be begging for him to let her go not thinking lewd, dirty thoughts.

She felt his tongue lave her nipple and almost moaned.

Excited, she was excited.  She couldn’t deny the fact that she was.  Her pussy’s wetness couldn’t deny that fact.

She was eager to feel his breath on her skin.  She was ready.  So very ready.

“You like that, don’t you?” he asked her.  His voice thick was with lust, as he moved his searing lips to her other breast.

She moaned in response.  Her lips and tongue were unable to form words as he found the tips of her sensitive areolas.  The faint stubble on his chin scraped the delicate undersides of her breasts and his fingers lightly ran down her belly.

Oh god, she thought, how long has it been since she was last fucked?  Has it really been that long?

“Should I taste your pussy?” he murmured into her stomach.  He dropped his lips to her belly and licked a path between her ribs.

She tried to arch her pelvis into his hand, but she was so tightly tied she couldn’t move more than an inch.

“Do you want my mouth and my tongue?”

He dipped his tongue into her belly button, and she whimpered.  Hot liquid flooded her cunt at the thought of his mouth coming down over her pussy at the thought of his tongue lightly flicking at her clit.

She trembled with anticipation, as his teeth nipped at her lower belly.  She knew her newly waxed pussy was glistening with her come, and she wanted him to taste it.

His tongue found the opening of her slit.  It slid warm and found its way to her engorged clit.  Flicked at it once.

She moaned.

Flicked at it twice this time.

She shook with pleasure.

He was separating her stretched lips even further with his fingers, and his tongue slid into her and stroked her walls.

“Oh god!”  She was on the verge of her best orgasm ever.  Almost there.  She was almost there.

Suddenly, a blast of cold air covered her body.

He must have stood up.  “Please,” she begged.

And she wanted to stop herself.  She wanted to hate herself for being his slave.  But she had to come.  She was close.

“I’m so close.”  Her voice sounded like a whisper.

She hated the sound of her beseeching voice. 

She was begging him to finish her off.

And he could fuck her for days, in any way he wanted, if only he would let her explode against his tongue.

She heard him undo the buckle on his belt.

Is he going to fuck her now?  She held her breath and was waiting for the sound of his zipper.

She almost panted in anticipation of feeling his cock inside her.  Is he big?  Is he going to fill her pussy?

“It can be painful to be so close to getting what you want and then having it ripped away, don’t you think?” His voice was deep but soft, almost a caress.

What can she say to that?  She was begging him to release him earlier.  Now she’s begging for a different kind of release.  How ironic!

She felt something cold and metallic sweep up the inside of her leg, from her ankle, past her calf, then knee, and up the moist, sensitive skin on her inner thigh.

She whimpered and bit the inside of her lip.  His belt buckle.

Maybe he was just going to tease her for a little while longer, she thought.

Maybe he didn’t want her to come until he had worked her up into a fever pitch?

Less than an inch from the folds of her pussy, he repeated his actions on her other leg.  From ankle, to calf, to knee, to thigh.  

And she knew that if the belt buckle so much as flitted across her clit she would come.

“Don’t stop there,” she implored him.

“Just another inch or two higher.”

But instead of giving her what she wanted, instead of the feel of cool metal dragging over her clit, she heard the belt crash loudly against the floor

“No,” she cried.

“I can’t wait any longer,” she said.  She was no longer caring how pathetic she sounded, but she was so turned on.

She was sure she’d never been more ready for a man’s cock or a man’s fingers or a man’s tongue.

“Patience,” He said.  “Don’t you know that patience is a virtue?”

She barely heard his words.  She could’ve sworn she heard the sound of his zipper.

She felt her pussy cream some more in excitement.

She was absolutely certain that he was finally about to give her what she needed—a good, hard fucking and maybe with his lips sucking at her tingling nipples while he thrust in and out of her.  She was offering herself to him.  Offering herself to her captor.  How could he resist everything that she was offering?

She waited impatiently.  What is he planning on doing to me?  Why won’t he fuck me?

She shivered as her fear returned again – a mixture of fear and ever-growing excitement.  Her nipples puckered even tighter into rigid buds.

She felt him climb in the bed.  She felt him straddle her body.  He was naked now.

Oh how she longed to have her hands free to take his cock.  She wanted to feel his length.  She wanted to run her thumb over it.  She wanted to guide it to her lips and taste him, licking his cock head, and slowly sucking it in between her lips until he groaned with pleasure.

She wished her hands were untied.  Not because she wanted to get away from him but because she was imagining all the pleasures she could give him with her hands.

And then his hands came around the outside of her breasts and she moaned.  She was delirious with pleasure just to have his hands on her.

Suddenly, a new heat seared her flesh in the deep valley between her breasts, and she moaned, “Oh god yes,” in rapture.

He stilled the slow thrust of his penis between her tits, probably judging her response.

“No, don’t stop.  Please.”

She guessed it was what she was waiting for because he then resumed his progress until his cock lay safely nestled between her breasts.  The smooth, wet head of his penis pushed up into her chin.

He pushed her boobs harder and harder against his cock, as his breathing grew harsher, as he twirled and pinched her stiff nipples between his fingers, she felt that she was nearly there.

A low roar emerged from his throat.  He plunged into her breasts with several long, hard strokes.  She felt warm, thick come bathe her neck and the tops of her breasts.

She almost wanted to moan in protest.  She wanted his cum on her mouth.  She wanted to taste him but the sensation of having his cum all over her skin was enough to drive her into a sort of frenzy.  She was nearly there – nearly reaching an orgasm that needed no lips, no tongue, no fingers, and no cock to help it explode into a million pieces.

TO BE CONTINUED

A GLIMPSE IN THE LIFE OF A KEPT WOMAN

“Happy Birthday. I didn’t want to wake you. I figured you were tired with all the pounding that happened last night. I’ll be back by 10 AM to pick you up. Hopefully, you’d be all set by then. Don’t make me wait.” This was from the note that he left on the dining room table right next to the flowers, the chocolates, and a big rectangular box.

“Happy Birthday to me.” I greeted myself. The box – there can only be three things inside it. Jewelry. Dress. Lingerie. Or all of the above. And if my instincts are correct, he will be expecting I wear all three today.

Today, I turn 35. Yes… Thirty and five years of existence. Not 25 and definitely not 15. As I walked around my condo, I caught a glimpse of my reflection. I stopped and scrutinized myself closely. The fact that I look younger than most women who are of my age is a blessing. I have been called beautiful one too many times that I no longer believe it when they say I am. What is beauty anyway?

My perception of life is more real than it was 10 years ago, let alone 20 years ago. With everything that I have observed and personally experienced, I know I live with a realistic view rather than a fairy tale dream.

I have met plenty of men – married men mostly. I think I should mention I used to be in the escort business for 10 years. Men. It’s better not to overanalyze them. Men and me. Some just wanted to lay there naked and talk. Some wanted to try to fuck me silly. Others wanted to do something sexually specific with me. And some just wanted to relax and not be nagged and to forget about ‘life’ for just a moment. I could handle all of that simply because cash was handed to me and I needed it.

As for sex? I like sex. Heck, I love sex. I think about sex all of the time. It’s what got me into the escort business anyway. I want to be fucked, and men want to fuck me. I have embraced this side of me like I exuded with a ‘come fuck me’ scent. I don’t know if I have a certain look, but I actually love the idea of men wanting to fuck me and of wanting to pay to fuck me. It doesn’t bother me like it used to. I have come to accept that I am one lustful creature, and it is perfectly fine. Once I quit chasing love a long, long time ago, it became apparent to me who I really am inside.

I am so glad that I have been in a coldblooded state of mind for years now because I can truly enjoy having really amazing sex without all of the emotions that would usually come along with it.

And being the “other woman” is a role I think I can do fairly well. I mind the rules. I stay out of the way, and basically I am there with arms wide open and legs widespread with an eager pussy and a waiting mouth when he needs me. I guess the cash separates the feelings of guilt. Some days I can’t tell if I am just bitter or simply soulless. Other days, I don’t care as long as I get what I want. So I guess it is a pretty neat arrangement and it works out well for the most part.

Being an escort was more like “the other side of me.” I had a ‘regular’ life that doesn’t revolve around me being naked and getting fucked. I actually had a real career. I used to work as an editor/proofreader. Being an escort is not what I ‘do’. It is more of a fetish if anything. That is what I think. I mean the more I think about it the more I want to do it based on the simple fact that men are willing to pay me thousands just to touch me or have me touch them. And the fact that I get to pick and choose who I allowed to pay me and fuck me is awesome.

In my quest to finding a good lover to fulfill my shallow needs (money) and my sexual desires, I met Luc. Luc is a divorced, 40-year-old very rich and successful businessman. That first night right after a steamy fucking session, he offered me a proposal. To be his mistress and he will take care of me and everything that I need. I have had offers like that before from married men – young and old – and I have always said no. It’s one thing to be an escort. It’s another thing to be a kept woman – to just be with one guy, but he made a pretty much interesting case about it and I ended up saying yes before the night ended. Stipulations were made. A contract was drawn and signed. And here I am a year later.

Luc is one great lover. I have no complaints. Have you ever been fucking someone and it got so heated that your heart feels like it was going to burn up in your chest? Where you thought your head was going to explode? Where you feel like you were both going to spontaneously combust? I feel that with Luc every single time.

Last night, my pussy was so worked up by him that I felt like it was on fire. Not a bad burning sense but it was the same feeling that I feel in my chest and head when I am extremely turned on and at the highest point of ecstasy. I was still throbbing 2 hours later and he was asleep. I was still so fucking horny that I had to ride him and fulfill my desire.

I was so deep into it. I wasn’t sure how much more I could handle. It was fucking crazy. It’s not something that can be explained. The sex with Luc - it’s all I ever wanted. Just to be left trembling, drooling, and slightly embarrassed from being out of control for a moment in time and then feeling childlike when left with the anticipation of when I’ll get to see him again and fuck him again.

I never wanted to be a kept woman. But I am her. And I am no longer naive enough to think I’d find love at the bottom of the barrel no matter if the barrel is made of gold and lined with diamonds.

I checked the time. It was almost 9 AM. I have to go and get ready for my man.

UNINVITED - Part Three

 “Jace,

Dinner reservations. You know where. 6 PM.

I love you. R.”

Our anniversary.  Today’s our anniversary.  It would’ve been our 3rd year of marriage – if we are still together, that is.  I made the reservations 3 months ago.  It was our favorite restaurant – first date, his proposal, first year anniversary – almost every special occasion we celebrated as a couple we did there.

I checked my watch.  It’s 4:30 PM. Knowing how particular Jace is with time, I know he would be there by 5:30.  If I hurry, I can be there before 6 PM.  I stripped down and headed to the shower.

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February 14, 2008

“Babe...  I need to make a call.  I’ll be right back.”  Jace whispered in my ear.  I smiled at him and nodded.  He kissed me on the forehead before he stood up and left.

We were having our annual Valentine’s Day “party” with a couple of friends in an acoustic bar.  Tara, my closest female friend in the group was sitting beside me with her husband Norm.  She was glowing, as most pregnant women do.

“How far along are you?”  I asked Tara.

“Nearly three months.  I am so excited!”  Tara smiled and I reached for her hand and squeezed it.

“You, my friend, are going to be one great mom.”  I told her.

Norm and three other male friends excused themselves from the group.

“Where are the guys going?”  I asked Tara.

Before Tara could answer the lights in the bar dimmed.

“Performance night.”  I heard one of our girlfriends say and she winked at me.

“Good evening everyone.”  A deep nervous voice I recognize said over the microphone.

“Jace??!”  He was on the stage with the guys.  “What are they doing?”  I asked loudly.  The girls just smiled at me.

“Oh my god.”  Jace.  He was on the stage.  Is he going to sing?  He doesn’t sing in public.  In fact, he never sang in public.

“This is for you, Rein.”  He looked my way and grinned sheepishly.

And I heard the familiar opening strains of the song.

“It's her hair and her eyes today
that just simply take me away
and the feeling that I'm falling further in love
makes me shiver but in a good way”

My heart just skipped a beat.  I was in awe.  My guy.  My song.  That’s my guy singing my song.  He knew just how I loved this song.  There was one time a few months ago when we were lying next to each other, and he thought I was asleep.  He kissed me on the forehead and sang me this song.  I pretended I was asleep then and just listened to him – my heart overflowing with emotions.  The feeling that I had then was just as intense as the feeling that I am having now.

The girls were teasing me.  I can’t even hear what they were saying.  All I could hear is Jace – my Jace.

“It's a masterful melody when she calls out my name to me
as the world spins around her she laughs, rolls her eyes
and I feel like I'm falling but it's no surprise”

“Rein!”  I heard Deb say.  “You have to go onstage.”

“Yes!”  Another friend piped in.  “Let’s get her onstage!”

“What?”  I looked at them as they all stood up.  I heard Tara laugh.  “Come on you lucky girl…”  She said as she helped me up.

“I can’t go on stage!”

“But you have to, Rein.  It’s all part of the plan.”  Deb said as she took my arm and led me towards the stage.

“Plan?”  I looked at Deb.  “What plan?”

“Oh shush now…”  Tara said.  “Just go.  Stand beside your man.”  Me?  Go up on stage?  “Go!”  Tara urged.

I just nodded.  I turned my attention to Jace, and I walked towards him.

“Coz I love her with all that I am
and my voice shakes along with my hands”
cause it's frightening to be swimming in this strange sea
but I'd rather be here than on land
yes she's all that I see and she's all that I need
and I'm out of my league once again”

Jace held out his hand.  I took it.

We were on the stage.  People were watching.  But all I could hear was him.  All I could see was him.  I didn’t even realize the song was over, and he stopped singing until the crowd cheered.

“Are you okay, Babe?”  He was smiling.

“Oh you!”  That was all that I managed to say as I gave him a tight hug.  He laughed and kissed me on the forehead. 

“Okay Buddy.”  Norm said as he and the guys stood up and started to leave.  “The stage is all yours.”

“Good luck!”  They all said in unison with silly grins on their faces.

“Thank you guys!”  Jace told them.

Good luck?  The stage is all yours?  The song?  Is this…?

I couldn’t think.  It was getting hard to breathe normally.  No, it can’t be.

“Jace?”  I looked at him questioningly.

He smiled yet again.  His hands were shaking.  He was nervous about something.

“Rein…”  Is he going to ask me?  Is it today?  Is it now?  But I forced myself to keep quiet.

“Wait…  I have to do this right.”  He went down on one knee.  The crowd cheered.  I was rooted to my spot.

Oh my god!  He is proposing!  I felt my throat gone dry.  My heart…  It felt like it wanted to jump out of my chest.  I placed a hand right over my heart.  A silly attempt to keep it still.

“I love you, Rein.  You’re my best friend, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”  He started to say.

I could feel my tears are about to fall.  This is definitely the moment.

“I guarantee there'll be tough times.  It may come to a point that you’d get frustrated with me and me with you.  But I also guarantee that if I don't ask you to be mine, I'll regret it for the rest of my life because I know in my heart that you're the only one for me.”

“Oh, Jace…”  I whispered.  I was crying – of too much joy.

He got something out of his coat pocket.  I know that ring.  I have seen it before.

“It’s my grandmother’s engagement ring.  She wanted me to give this to the girl I want to spent forever with.”

I’ve seen the ring before when I met his grandmother a few years ago.  It was a ring with a diamond centerpiece surrounded by blue sapphires.  It was an heirloom ring and I know it had been in his family for a long time.

“Marry me, Rein.”  Jace offered the ring to me.  “Be my wife.”

“Jace…”  I sobbed. 

He looked at me expectantly.  Waiting for my answer.

“Rein!  Say yes already!”  I heard Norm shout.

“Oh shut up, Norm.”  That was Tara.

“Yes!”  I blurted out.  Jace stood up and kissed me on the lips.  Hard.  I kissed him back until we both ran out of breath.  The people were clapping and cheering - a standing ovation.

“You know I will say yes.”  I told him.”

He slipped the ring on my finger.  It was a perfect fit.  I couldn’t stop crying.

“I hope these are tears of joy.”  He wiped my tears away.

“They are.”  I held his hands and kissed them.  “You made me so happy.”

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He was there sitting at our usual spot.  I checked the time.  It was 5:45.  I was right.  He is never late.

“Babe…”  I called as I neared the table.  He didn’t move.  He didn’t even turn my way.

“Sorry to keep you waiting…”  I said as I kissed him on the cheek.  He acted as if a cool air brushed his skin.  He didn’t say a thing.

I sat down and looked at him.  Cold.  He looks and feels so cold.  I can’t believe things are this worse between us.

“Jace…”  I started to say.

But he ignored me.  I blinked my tears away.  His silence.  His coldness.  It was like I am looking at a different person.  This isn’t the man I love!  This isn’t the man I married!

A stranger –I am staring at a stranger.

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“Does that feel good?”  I heard him ask.  I opened my eyes and saw Jace – my Jace – grinning mischievously.  He had his hand underneath my skirt.  His middle finger was teasing my clit – with my panties on!

I almost forgot we’re in a public place!  We were sitting next to each other in our favorite spot in a restaurant.

“Mmmm.”  I nibbled at my lower lip and said, “I think it would be better if you pulled down my panties.”

“Is that so?”

I gave him a lusty wink.  He chuckled softly but didn’t reply.  A moment later, I felt him slip his fingers in the waistband of my panties.  I had to raise myself a bit to allow him to slide my panties down my legs until they were off.

We were in a public restaurant full of people, and we were acting like we had the restaurant to ourselves!  I no longer care.  My thoughts are focused on what he was going to do to me.

I saw him slip my panties in his pocket.  “You’ll get these back when we get home.  Maybe.”

“Touch me.”  I heard myself say.  “I dare you to touch me.”

I know he’d be up to my dare.  If I didn’t feel his fingers on my clit soon I know I’d go crazy.

His mouth curved into a sexy smile.  God!  This man is so sexy, and he is mime.  All mine!  I felt him slide his hand between my legs, and he ran his fingers along my pussy.

I had to suppress the groan that escaped from my lips.  He was looking at me intensely.  The bastard – he was enjoying this as I was.

He found my clit and began to make slow, lazy circles on it.  And I wanted to rotate my hips in time with his movements.  I wanted to grind against his hand but I couldn’t.

I was almost on the verge of coming.  He knows it.  I felt him stop playing with my clit.  I was about to open my mouth to complain only to let out a moan when I felt him slide his finger inside my wet passage.  He was moving his finger in and out, slowly fucking me with it.  I had to stop myself from moaning to loud.  Damn, he is good at this.

“Jace.  Oh god, you are driving me crazy here.”  I whispered.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”  I said abruptly.

“I won’t stop.  Not until I make you come.”  I heard him promise.  I could only moan.

I was getting lost in his touch.  His fingers were absolutely magical.  He knew exactly what to do to get me off.  And considering how aroused I was already, he knew it didn’t take much.

“Oh god… I’m coming!”  I leaned against his shoulder and tried to hide myself from anyone who might see.

“Let it go babe.  Come for me.”  He urged.

I felt ripple after ripple of pleasure emanate from my clit and I let out one long moan half-frustrated that I couldn’t scream or moan out loud.

As my orgasm subsided, he kissed me on the forehead and said, “Happy 2^nd Anniversary Babe…”

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“Sir, your dinner will be available in 10 minutes.  Do you need anything?”  I heard the waiter tell Jace.

“No.  That is all.”  Jace said dismissively.

And the waiter left us.

My heart – it’s breaking slowly.  I have to reach out to him.  I have to talk to him.  We have to fix this.  I cannot just sit and do nothing about it.  I knew what we have is worth saving.  But how?  He is so withdrawn.

“Happy 3^rd Anniversary, Babe.”  I whispered.

He was quiet.  Eerily quiet.  Did he even hear me?  He is acting as if I am not sitting here in front of him.

I was about to reach out to touch his hand when Jace spoke, “I can’t do this.”

And that startled me.  “What do you mean?”  I asked.

“I just can’t keep doing this.  This is torture.”

“What are you saying?”  It can’t be.  He can’t mean it.  And because I really wanted to know even if it hurt me I had to ask him.  “Are you giving up on us?”

But he ignored me and just continued talking, “I can’t pretend like nothing’s happened.  I can’t go on pretending I am okay.”

“Jace, we can save this.  I know we can.”

“I miss you, Rein.”

That did it.  My tears flowed like a river.  “Oh, Jace.  I miss you too!”

He was crying!  My Jace was crying.  “Why did you have to go?  Why did you leave me?”

Go?  Leave?  “What do you mean go?  I didn’t leave.  I’m right here.”

“I miss you so much, Rein…”  He sobbed.

Why can’t he hear me?  I reached out to touch his hand and when my skin touched his, visions flashed through my mind.  It was as if I was transported back in time.

Of me and Jace in the car on our way to a friend’s party.

“We are not done talking, Rein.  We will talk about this when we get home later.”  He was angry.  I could tell he was angry.

“Fine.”  Why is he being so difficult?

My reply must’ve irked him because he turned to me then and said, “Why are you so stubborn?”

“I am not being stubborn, Jace.”  I could feel a headache coming along.  I’m getting tired of this fighting.  “Can we not please talk about this now.”  I massaged my temple in an attempt to get rid of the headache.

“Oh no, Rein.”  His voice getting loud.  “We are talking about this now.  Right now.”  He turned to me then and was about to say something when I saw an old lady crossing the street and we were about to hit her.

“Jace!”  I shouted.  “Look out!”

Jace swerved to the left in an attempt to avoid the old woman but lost control.  I was panicking.  Jace was telling me to relax but I could hear the panic in his voice.  It was as if the car had a mind of its own.  I heard screams from people on the street.  I heard tires screeching.  Everything happened so fast.  And then I blacked out.

I have gone still.  A cold shiver ran through my spine.  The accident.  There was an accident a few weeks ago.  We were having a fight then.  And we hit a lamppost.

I looked at Jace and he held his head low.  Crying, he was still crying.

“My Jace…”

“We have to stabilize her.”  I didn’t recognize the voice.

An ambulance.  I could hear its siren.  I opened my eyes, and I was lying on a gurney. Inside the ambulance.   Blood.  I see blood on my dress.  People.  There were people all around me.  I couldn’t make out what they were saying.  They were talking all at the same time.

“Jace?”  I called out.  My head hurts like hell.  It felt like it was breaking into two.

I felt someone hold my hand.  “Rein…  Thank god.  I’m sorry.  I’m so sorry.”  He was sobbing. He was no longer wearing his jacket.   There was blood all over his white shirt.  Was that his blood?

“Jace, are you hurt?”  My voice sounded weak.  I felt weak.

“Shhh… Babe. . Don’t worry about me.”  He kissed my hand and held it close to his face.  His eyes still wet with tears.  “You’re going to be okay.  Everything’s going to be all right.”

I wanted to believe him.  But why do I feel like it’s not going to be?  I look at Jace – the love of my life – crying beside me.

“I love you, Jace…”  I whispered.

“I love you, Rein.”  He told me.  “Be strong Babe.  Please…”

Be strong.  And I feel so weak.

“I love you so much…”  I told him.  I closed my eyes.

“Rein!  No!!!!”  Jace shouted.

I wanted to open my eyes and look at him one last time but I couldn’t.

“We’re losing her.  We’re losing the patient.”

“Rein, don’t leave me…  Open your eyes babe, please…  Please babe…”  Jace pleaded.  His voice sounding hoarse now.  And I felt his lips as the touched mine.  “I love you, My Rein.”

And the last thing I heard was Jace.

And the last thing I felt was his kiss on my lips.

I died.  The realization finally set in.

I died that night.

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