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.

--- THE END ---

UNINVITED - Part Two

Too many memories. How do you get away from them?

I went inside our bedroom. The room smelled faintly of his cologne. I noted his watch on the side table and smiled. How natural of him to forget! Of course, I wasn’t around to remind him of stuff he has a habit of forgetting.

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He just came out of the shower when I entered the bedroom. With just a towel wrapped around his waist, he was standing in front of the closet picking out what to wear.

“Babe, I already had your work clothes prepared. It’s in the other closet. Tie is there too and your socks.”

He turned and gave me a big grin. “Thank you, Babe.”

I sat on the edge of the bed and watched him. God, he’s still sexy as ever! I watched as he unraveled the towel from his waist and revealed his butt. My nipples harden at the sight of his muscled buns. This man’s a walking sex object. He turned sideways then as if giving me a faint view of his cock. I bit my lip and saw a playful grin flash on his face. “Perv. Stop ogling me.”

“Well can I help it if my guy’s hot and sexy and oozing with sex appeal?”

He laughed a rich laugh. “Stop that.”

“Stop what?” I challenged him. The robe that I was wearing now parted at the top and the swell of my breasts showing. Without breaking eye contact I slowly placed my right hand inside my robe and gave my nipple a pinch. I groaned and closed my eyes. “Ummnn.. I’m not doing anything to you.”

“You’re such a tease.” I heard him say. I opened my eyes slowly. He was facing me now. His cock jutting out – it was as if his cock was asking me to give it a lick. I licked my lips. I want to taste him. I want his cum in my mouth.

He must’ve known what I wanted because he tilted my chin up, just enough that my mouth was positioned just a few centimeters near his cockhead. Oh he is such a tease! He was staring down at me with a challenging look on his face, daring me to take that cock in my mouth and suck it. And he knew I would give in.

I leaned a bit closer, not breaking our eye contact, and flicked my tongue over his cockhead and noted its wetness. His precum. “Ohhhh..” I heard his low moan as I saw him close his eyes. I knew he liked what I did.

He tasted sweet. I sucked the head of his cock wanting to take all of his precum in my mouth. “Oh yes Babe… That’s it… You know just what to do to please me.”

I opened my mouth wide and he knew just what to do. He surged inside in one swift move – all of his cock inside and nearly choking me with his haste but I began to move and let his cock slide in and out of my mouth. One hand tightened around the base while I used the other one to explore his sac. He was panting. I noted how he was holding my hair now. I continued my play. I let his cock pop out of my mouth and I started to run my lips all over its length. I ran the tip of my tongue over his balls before I sucked one into my mouth. I heard him let out a string of curses and he grabbed my shoulders.

“Enough.” He sounded breathless.

“You seriously want to stop?” I asked him. I noted I was as breathless as he was.

He laughed. “You tease!”

He sat on the edge of the bed and he pulled me over him until I was straddling his hips. His cock slid effortlessly inside my wet opening. We both sighed and shuddered at the pleasure of it. I grinned.

“I wasn’t done.” I told him.

“I was nearly over the edge. You’re such a tease Babe.”

And then he was kissing me, effectively clearing my mind of anything I wanted to say. I felt his hands everywhere on my skin. The next thing I know I was under him. He moved too fast. He held my legs up and positioned it over his shoulders. Deep, I knew he wanted it deep. And he knew just how that drove me crazy. He started to thrust – slowly, deeply, precisely enough to drive me mad.

I was panting, begging incoherently. “Please… oh please… I want… I need…”

“What do you want Babe?”

“Fuck me.”

“I am fucking you.”

I was so close. I needed more.

“Hard… Fast… I want it hard… fast… and deep…” I was gasping for air.

I didn’t have to tell him again. He knew I was close. He did just what I asked. I felt his teeth on my shoulders as he quickened his pace just enough to bring me close to the edge. I cried out in pleasure.

He gripped my legs with both of his hands. I heard him groan out aloud as he came in one deep final thrust.

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I noticed the faint dent on the wall and remembered. Our last fight – the fight we had a few weeks ago. I remembered throwing something at him out of frustration. He ducked and the vase hit the wall instead. It wasn’t the first fight we’ve had that week. Come to think of it, I have already forgotten what we were fighting about. It’s the littlest of things; molehills that had been exaggeratedly turned into mountains.

Maybe all is not lost. Maybe we can still be saved. Maybe…

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a post-it note on the side table and recognized my handwriting on it.

“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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HALF-LIFE (Back to Black Reverse) Part 3

“Maybe, I need to see the daylight

To leave behind this half-life

Don't you see I'm breaking down”

Two Months Later

Are things back to normal now?  I asked myself.

Over the past 2 months, I’ve been trying to keep busy and drowning myself with work.  It helps, but it had not been enough to totally forget Rem.

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"I want your ass."  I heard myself say.  I blurted out what has been in my mind for days now.

“What?”  I noted the surprise in her voice.  God, I must’ve sounded like a pervert!

"I want..."  I started to say again.

"I heard you the first time.  Are you talking about ----" And I heard her stop before she continued saying, "Anal sex?"

"Yes.  Can we?"

"But I haven't tried that before..."

"I haven't either, but I have been wanting to do it with you.  Can we?"

And I knew she wouldn’t say no.  She couldn’t say no.  At least not to me.  I have a power over her.

"Okay."  I heard her say softly.

"Really?  We can try it?"  I was grinning.

"I said yes, didn't I?"

My grin widened.  "Good!  Now, roll over."

I saw her hesitate for a bit but then went and did what I asked and positioned herself – all fours with her naked ass in the air.  My cock hardened in anticipation.  I didn’t want her to change her mind and I didn’t give her a chance to argue.

I parted her butt cheeks and delved her asshole with my tongue.  She moaned.  The unexpected sensation that my tongue is creating must have felt good.  When it seemed to me that she was starting to relax and enjoy what my tongue was doing, I gradually introduced a finger inside her hole.  I felt her tense and she held her breath.

"Relax.  We'll go slowly.  I promise.  Di kita sasaktan."  I tried to soothe her nerves.  I used my other hand to circle her clit.  She let out another moan as I pressed a finger deeper in her as while I increased the pressure on her clit.  Every feeling seemed to have been intensified a hundredfold by the combination of both sensations because I felt her knees quiver and her moans increased.  She was gasping for air.

"Ready for more?"  I asked huskily.  I am so turned on right now.  She nodded, and I slowly entered a second finger inside her ass.  I felt her shudder.  "How does it feel, Rem?  Tell me."  I was breathless, as was she but I wanted to know how it feels for her.

"Fine."  She managed to choke out.   "Good."  She was panting now.

I moved behind her until my mouth was near her ear.  I noted how my voice was gruff when I told her, "I'm gonna fuck you the normal way for a bit while my fingers are in your ass so you can get used to it, okay?  Okay baby?"

She nodded her head.  I put on an unused rubber we had left and moved back into position behind her.

We both moaned when I slid my cock deep inside of her.  I set the rhythm and inserted two more fingers in her ass – now she has three inside.  I was cock-fucking her pussy, finger-fucking her asshole, and playing with her clit – all at the same time.  She was moaning like crazy.

"Oh baby, your pussy... is... so.... weeeett!"  The feel of her pussy walls tightening around my cock was just too much, too good.

"Joe, I'm going to come!"  She was gasping for air.

"Hold on sweetie.  I want to be in your ass when you come."

She nodded.  I moved faster than I could ever imagine.  Too soon, the pressure of my cockhead wet with her own pussy juice replaced my fingers.  In mere seconds, I was pressing it in slowly, firm but gentle, until I pushed past the tight muscles and slid in the rest of the way.  We were both holding our breaths the whole time.  Oh my god!!!  She was so tight!

"Oh my god! You feel amazing!"  I gasped.  I slipped inside her ass deeply and held perfectly still.  Then, he started to move slowly.

She was quiet.  I must be hurting her.  I have to make this good for her too.  I can’t stop now.  I can’t pull my cock out of her sweet, tight hole.

I thumbed her clit with light touches then pushed two fingers inside her pussy and started finger fucking her.  I felt her brace herself as she was thrown immediately into throes of orgasm.  I heard her scream – her scream of ecstasy.  I gripped her hips hard as I thrust my cock into her and felt myself shudder and groan as I empty myself inside her ass.

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“Sir, I need your signature?”

“What?”  It was as if I just came out of a trance.  Where am I?  Right…  At work.

“I need your signature.”  Mrs. Reyes, my long-time secretary, was just standing there in front of me.

“How long have you been standing there?”  I asked her as she handed me the piece of paper she wanted me to sign.

“Five minutes, maybe.  You seemed preoccupied with something, and it looked like you were in deep thought.”

I handed her the document and uttered apologies.  She smiled and then left.

“Lately, something here don't feel right

This is just a half-life

Is there really no escape?

No escape from time of any kind?”

“Yeah, Bry…”  I was walking along the fruits section of the supermarket with my pushcart.  “Yes.  Yes.  I have to pick up a few things.”  I grabbed a pack of limes and apples and pushed my cart again.  “It’s all good, Pare.  Yes.  See you in a bit.”  I had to put my phone back in my pocket and wasn’t looking where my cart’s headed.

WHAM!!  I hit another cart.

Annoyance was etched on my face and I was ready to give the other cart owner a piece of my mind when I saw and recognized her face.  Rem!  She was shocked as I was and just stared at me as if I were a ghost.

Before she made a move to run away, I acted as swiftly as I can and held her by the hand.

“Let go, Joe.”

“Rem, we need to talk.”

“We have nothing to talk about.  You chose your own way.  I chose mine.  That’s the end of it.”

“Rem, I needed to explain…”

“Oh there you are, Joe!  I’ve been looking all over for you.”  I turned and saw Meg walking towards us.

My hold on Rem slackened a bit.  I saw Rem’s face as she looked at Meg and me and her gaze darkened.  Perfect timing Meg!  Real perfect timing.

And before I could do anything, Rem left her cart and ran.  I went after her.  “Rem, wait!!”

And just like in the movies, when the guy goes after a girl he loves, the girl gets lost in the crowd.

“What was that about?”  I heard Meg ask.  She went after me and pushing my cart.

“Just someone I know.”  I answered.

“Was that…..”

“Yes.”  I didn’t let her finish.

I felt Meg touch my shoulder.  “I am sorry, Joe.  I shouldn’t have interrupted.”

“Not your fault Meg.  I think she would still run away.”

Meg squeezed my shoulder as if silently telling me things will be okay.

“Let’s go.  Your husband’s waiting.”  I took the cart away from her and headed for the counter.

Yes, Meg and Bry are now happily married.  It turned out my best friend had a thing for my ex-girlfriend, and they are great together.

TO BE CONTINUED