Gym Time - Anonymous Blue Moon

Gym Time

Blue Moon

Running flat out on the treadmill as I listen to my iPod, I check the time on the machine. 18 minutes down and two to go, this I can do.

Almost missing a step as a towel falls onto the belt, I jump over it and it flies by and gets shot off. Whipping out my earphones, the man next to me puts his hand on my arm. "Sorry about that I was just wiping my face and tried to hang the damn towel off your treadmill. I hope I didn’t scare you ? At least you didn’t trip."

Smiling at him, then looking into the mirror in front of us, I lock onto Sarah’s laughing face from the strider behind me. "No it’s fine, really no worries." Putting my earphones back in, he touches my arm again.

"Hey do you come here often? I haven’t seen you around before and I know I would notice a pretty little thing like you!"

Sticking on the best and most insincere smile I can, I wink at Sarah in the mirror as she finishes up on her machine. "I have been coming here for a few weeks and I am afraid to say that I am now finished on the treadmill. Enjoy and do you want me to pick up your towel for you?" Hitting stop on the treadmill, I jump off as he smiles in the mirror at me.

"Hey that would be great, gorgeous."

Groaning to myself over this silly man-pig, I bend over to pick up his towel from where it landed. Straightening up, I smile wide as I look into Sarah’s eyes. Now this is a gorgeous sight.

Winking, I turn to hand man-pig back his towel. "Here you go, time for the showers, see you next time."

His hand holds mine as I turn to follow Sarah towards the ladies shower room. Looking at him, I frown. "Listen gorgeous I am nearly done here. How about we meet up in the steam room and make it really steamy?" I pull my hand away as I notice the bulge in his running shorts, stepping back to see the fire in his eyes.

"Listen I’m so not your type and anyway -" I point to his left hand where I can see the mark left from his wedding ring. "I don’t think your WIFE would like it, do you? But thanks for the idea. I will be in the steam room with my partner for some steamy fun!" Laughing to myself, I jog away after Sarah. Really, some men. Is it any wonder I’m gay? Pushing open the ladies shower room door, I take the clip out of my hair as I walk. "Sarah, what do you say to a steamy session in the steam room?"

Looking around to make sure we are alone, I wrap my arms around Sarah and kiss her.

"So did mister male get your blood pumping, is that why we are now heading to the steam room?" Laughing as I suck Sarah’s earlobe, my hands run over her back, teasing her bra strap.

"Trust me, man-pig did nothing for me. You do know we are alone right now but at any minute someone could walk in!" Not waiting for Sarah to answer, I take off my sweaty top and wriggle out of my leggings and panties, watching as Sarah does the same in hurried movements. Taking off my bra and pulling us into one of the shower cubicles, I kiss a path to Sarah’s breast as she pushes me against the shower wall.

"This time, Joe, I get to play!" Watching the evil smile spread across her face as Sarah locks us in, the door open at the bottom and top, letting anyone see our feet and heads. I groan when Sarah leans into me and turns on the water, her hands running all over me as she washes me slowly. Sarah’s hands take their time washing my breasts, bringing my nipples to hard peaks, the smell of the shower gel and the sight of the suds running off my swollen breast sending shivers down to my core.

"Tell me what you want, Joe, or I might have to stop."

I whisper. "You, Sarah. I want you anyway I can get you!" Grabbing Sarah’s face, I kiss her hard my tongue tasting her, pulling back to look into her eyes. "We shouldn’t be doing this here, let’s go home." I gasp when Sarah lifts my legs so that they are on the door, causing my back to be pressed hard to the shower wall.

"Shhhh, Joe, let me worry about this." Closing my eyes, Sarah bends her head down to my breast, her fingers invading my hot core. I bite down on my lip to stop the scream.

I want to yell as I ride her fingers. I let my head fall back against the shower wall at the sound of Sarah’s husky voice.

"You taste all dirty, Joe. I will have to wash you with my tongue."

My breathing gets heavy as I hear the door to the shower room open and two older women walk in, with Sarah’s head down and my feet up it just looks like me. Looking down at Sarah, my eyes let her know we are not alone, seeing the look of pure fun on her face as she starts to pump her fingers in and out of me while her thumb rubs my clit.

Gasping, I try to stay quiet while my body is coming apart at the seams, fisting my hand into Sarah’s hair as she sucks my nipple, not wanting this to stop. As the last of my aftershocks leaves me, I pull Sarah’s face up to me and lower my feet so I can really kiss her, closing my eyes as I hear the shocked gasps from the women in the shower room.

"Looks like we’re both dirty, Sarah!"

I laugh as we leave the shower cubicle to the sound of the women running to get management. "Joe, I think we will need a new gym again, but this time it’s all your fault!" Wrapping the towel around Sarah, I laugh.

"My fault, how? You were the one to start this, I think! Anyway I always love our gym time." I laugh when Sarah shakes her head, towelling off her body.

"Joe you only love SHOWER time!"

Nodding, I kiss her shoulder. "You could be right."

 

What Dreams Are Made Of - @MrsDrMcSparkly

What Dreams Are Made Of

@MrsDrMcSparkly

Her red lips had never looked better than when they were around my cock. They glided back and forth, up and down, every once in a while freeing me and curving into a smirk instead. “You like this?” she asked in a low voice, her eyes sparkling with mischief when I brought myself to look at them. She shifted slightly, and my eyes were drawn lower as her fingers began a slow path down the curves of her body, eventually disappearing inside her. The whimpered moan she made was almost enough to make me beg for her attention again, but I would not beg. I’d slipped once, but it wouldn’t happen again. Her hips rocked against her hand, and even while I watched I imagined the way her hips would soon be moving for me…back against mine to bring me deeper inside her, forward when the force of my thrusts was too much for her to withstand…but there was time enough for that. Her worship of me was only beginning.


“Then you’ll love this.” Her breathy whisper brought me out of my thoughts, made me focus on her before me. She pulled her fingers, now coated in her essence, from her core, and brought them to my cock, trailing them over the shaft. I couldn’t suppress a groan at the sensation, not nearly close enough to what I wanted. But she was nothing if not a giver. She leaned down and followed the path of her fingers with her tongue, cleaning what she had left on me, moaning as though there was nothing more she wanted right now. I tracked her movement from under hooded lids, but when she started to pull back, I fisted her hair, keeping her from moving. “You aren’t going anywhere, little one.” My voice was rough, the command not nearly as weighty as I wanted, but she was well-trained. She knew better than to leave me unsatisfied. “I want your mouth surrounding me again, and I want it NOW.”


For a moment her lips formed a sexy pout, a perfect expression of someone obedient to her place, but then she was eager to obey me. The warmth of her mouth enveloped my cock and her tongue danced across my skin, dipped into my slit and teased my tip just the way she knew I liked it, making me groan in need but not even close to giving me any relief. And fuck, teasing wasn’t enough. I tightened my hand in her hair and thrust into her mouth, pushing my tip into the back of her throat. She didn’t flinch, just flicked her tongue like she welcomed the invasion, and she moved with me as I fucked her mouth.


“More,” I barked out, dying for release but still determined not to beg. Her nails grazed over my inner thigh before her fingers reaches my balls. She tugged them just as her tongue did something sinful. My head fell back as I felt my cock twitch, and my release filled her mouth. My groans mixed with her moans as she devoured every drop from me, cleaning everything with that wicked tongue of hers once I stilled. Only then did I urge her up with my hand still twisted in her hair. Her blue eyes found mine, beautiful in their expressivity, proud but still eager for my approval. Drawing out her suspense, I traced a finger over the blush on her cheeks, resisting the urge to laugh. My little one…as if anyone else could give me half the pleasure that she did, whether she was on her knees or under me. “You’re the best,” I told her, meaning every word. “What you do is incredible.”


She rewarded me with a bashful smile that quickly became a challenging smirk. “Then I believe, according to our bet, you owe me at least two orgasms…”


I ran my hands down her body, squeezing her ass before letting one hand burrow between her legs, seeking out her wet heat. Her core was drenched, on fire, and little did she know just how much I wanted her honey down my throat. I teased her with a finger, drawing a whimper from her. Dipping my head, I spoke by her ear. “I’ll take care of your ache, little one. Don’t you worry.”



* * *



I shifted in my sleep, the back of my thigh brushing up against something hard. Opening my eyes, I twisted around to see what it was, but I only saw Justin beside me, still asleep, the planes of his chest rising and falling with his breaths, though faster than I would have expected. I settled back against him, too content to move any more and risk waking him up. A few weeks ago, I never would have believed that I would actually spend the night with him, but now here I was, making myself at home in his bed. Ever since that night on the mountain overlook, we had been like a real couple. We weren’t just finding comfort in sex, but finding comfort in each other. Until we got to the bedroom…or any place where other people couldn’t watch what went on between us…and then all bets were off.


A deep groan broke the silence, and I felt his hips moving against me. A secret smile spread over my face as I realized the reason for his uneven breaths. This wouldn’t be the first time he had dreamed of me, nor the first time he had woken up and taken what he needed from me before the words “good morning” ever left his lips. I wondered what exactly he saw in his mind this time, if he intended to have it play out when he woke up, or if he would save it for later, make me guess as he had before, reward me for cleverness with his kiss, his touch…his tongue working me until I forgot everything but his name. I might even purposefully guess wrong for a while just to heighten the anticipation—


Suddenly I couldn’t breathe as a weight pinned me facedown to the bed. I felt my breath catch as something rock-hard pressed into my ass. Twisting my head, I caught Justin’s eyes for a moment, a shiver running down my spine at the hunger I saw burning in his gaze. But still, I couldn’t resist the urge to tease him. “Morning,” I began, turning around as if there was nothing out of the ordinary. “Did you sleep—“ The words cut off with a moan as I felt his weight leave me, my hips being lifted, and the unmistakable warmth of his tongue lapping at my core. God, I would never get tired of him, the predator who never failed to give so much pleasure to his prey. No matter how much he hunted, I would let myself be caught by him.


His tongue burrowed inside me as though it could discover hidden secrets, secrets that I could only express as whimpered moans. Only when I was aching did he move to my most sensitive spot, flicking it with his tongue. I could feel spears of pleasure beginning low in my body, but he pulled back abruptly, leaving only frustration in the absence of his warmth. “Only when I am inside you,” he ordered, but his words were tight, clipped, giving away just how much he really needed me.


“Yes…” I promised, and thankfully he didn’t make me wait long. His cock filled me as fully as it always did, as though he were the only one meant to be inside me.


“Jessie…” My name was almost a prayer on his lips, a barely-camouflaged groan, and I pushed back against him, once again twisting my head to meet his eyes. “Take me,” I begged, sliding him out and back into me, never breaking our gaze. “Own me…”


He gripped my hips, jerking me so hard that my ass slammed into his pelvis, nearly giving me whiplash. He took me at my word, and I revelled in his roughness, knowing that one orgasm from him would wake me up better than any cup of coffee ever could.

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Feb 2013 A MISTRESS & HER MUSE by Adrianna Vincent

A MISTRESS AND HER MUSE

by Adrianna Vincent

@TWDFreak

Our loyal men were up and out of the house early on one of their many camping trips, and my lovely Jenn, my best friend and lover, would be spending the weekend with me.  It was Friday morning, and after the guys kissed us good-bye, I told her that I had to head to the office for a few hours, but promised I wouldn’t be long, and then we could do whatever she wanted.

I arrived back home around 2:30pm.  It was a beautiful, bright, sunny day and Jenn had thrown all the doors and windows open in the house, a soft breeze occasionally ruffling the sheers or the leaves of the plants in the living room.  I sighed as I kicked off my shoes and stretched my lithe cat-like body.

Just inside the living room, off the foyer, I saw that there were two suitcases.  I smiled.  Apparently, we were going somewhere.

“Where are you, babe?” I called out.

“In the bedroom,” came Jenn’s soft, sultry voice, a sound that never ceases to stroke my sexuality.  I was instantly, insanely, wet.

I headed down the hall and entered the room, my breath catching in my throat for a moment at the incredible site before me. Jenn was laying on the bed on her back, nude, her bronze skin sparkling a little in the afternoon sunlight that streamed in through the window, her thick dark hair fanned out behind her on the pillow, and the mound of her perfectly shaved pussy rolling as she flexed.

“Welcome home, Mistress,” she purred.

I dropped my purse and my briefcase and began unbuttoning my blouse, my eyes traveling over her succulent skin.  I continued to strip as I approached the bed, revealing myself to her, watching her begin to squirm in response to my open visual appraisal of her stunning body, the desire burning like fire in my otherwise dark eyes.  She was the sexiest, most gorgeous, tastiest looking creature I had ever seen.

Slowly, I crawled onto the foot of the bed and up her legs, pausing to lightly stroke her naked thighs, keeping my eyes trained on hers.  I watched as her lips parted and her chest began to rise and fall, her breathing becoming harder as I advanced.

Finally looking down into her deep green eyes from above, I lowered myself until our bodies met, the warmth of her skin searing into my cool flesh, a ripple of need thrilling through us both as we embraced.  The moment our lips touched, our bodies began to move, undulating against one another.

Jenn whimpered, tilting her head back and exposing her throat.  I opened my mouth wide and bit down gently, caressing her with my teeth, my tongue, my lips.  My left hand roamed over her silken belly and up to her breasts, lightly rolling a nipple between my thumb and forefinger.  She gasped and moaned, and I buried my face in her hair, inhaling the familiar sweet apple scent of her shampoo.

My left thigh was between her legs and I could feel her wetness on me.  I slid my hand down between our bodies and slipped my fingers into her pussy in one smooth motion, drawing a shudder from her and another whimper.  I fingered her, pulling up on her pubic bone, rubbing her clit with my thumb as I watched her sultry eyes, her supple lips.  She opened her mouth, inhaling sharply, a look of amazement plastered across her face that told me she was still, after all these years, in awe of how incredible I could make her feel.

We kissed again, our tongues melting together, dancing in circles.  Her hands grabbed my tight ass, squeezing me into her, forcing my hand harder against her groin as she humped my fingers.  She spread her legs, letting her knees fall outward, her body moving faster.  I sucked her tongue, her bottom lip, then her chin, and ran my tongue down her neck, clamping my lips to the base of her throat once more, feeling her rapid pulse under my tongue.

Jenn’s pussy soaked my hand and her body began to shake uncontrollably.  I wondered how long she had been laying here on the bed, thinking about this, waiting for me to come home, because she was so close to release.  I lifted my head again to look at her, “Are you almost there baby?”

“Yes!” she panted, her voice desperate.

“Do you want me to slow it down?” I asked, breathing hard, kissing her neck.

“No!”

“Do you want to feel my tongue inside you?”

“Yes!”

I quickly moved down her body, gently biting her inner thigh.  She squealed and moaned, and then cried out as I slid the tip of my tongue down over her clit and into her pussy.  I sealed my lips around her opening and sucked the juice from her into my mouth, before shoving my tongue as far into her as I possibly could.

Her hips moved in a circular motion matching the course of my tongue, her hands on my head, tangled into my long raven hair, as she pulled my face into her.  My elbows were to either side of her thighs, my hands spread out on her taut lower belly.  With my thumbs, I pulled the lips of her pussy outward, tightening the skin around the base of her clit.  I massaged the bone underneath, and then allowed my hands to move downward, until I was able to hook my thumbs into her pussy on either side of my tongue, continuing to rub the bone there as well.

My thumbs were inside her, my fingers pressing into her above her clit, and her movements became faster and more demanding as she humped my face.  I moaned, letting the vibrations travel through her and then pulled my tongue out of her, dragging it up toward her clit and pressing down on it while moving it back and forth.

“Oh God!” Jenn cried, “Oh God, yeah!”

Fuck I was turned on!  My pussy humped the bed beneath me, and a sudden and very unexpected orgasm shot through me as I worked on her.  I let it pass, all but forgotten now.  My attention was solely on the luscious woman under me and the importance of her pleasure.

My tongue circled her clit, my lips pulled on it, my teeth gently chewed around it, and her excitement mounted.  She continued to shake wildly, her thighs hard as granite as the muscles contracted, responding to the tsunami-like orgasm that was building within her.

“Don’t stop!  Please don’t stop Kelly!” she begged, her hands frantically pulling my head into her, mashing my face into her pussy as I devoured her.  I slid two fingers inside her, fucking her fast, my tongue continuing its assault on her clit.  I moaned into her again, and she answered with one of her own, her orgasm coming at last, oozing onto my tongue and into my mouth.

“Mmmm, Jenn, you taste so fucking good,” I whispered, gently licking and sucking the lips of her pussy, avoiding her sensitive clit.  She moaned, her breathing slowing, and then sighed heavily with a final shudder.

I kissed my way up her body, and pulled her in close to me, stroking her hair.  We held each other for a moment, before she said, “What about you?  I want you to cum too.”

“I did.  You were concentrating so hard on your own, that you didn’t notice it when I came.  I hardly noticed it myself.  But I did.  That doesn’t mean I’m done with you though.  We have the whole weekend ahead of us after all.”  I paused for a moment, and then added, “By the way, I saw the suitcases in the hall.  Are we going somewhere?”

“Yes we are.  I booked us a room at the West Edmonton Mall for the weekend.  The Luxury Roman Theme room.  It’s absolutely gorgeous!  And we can go shopping, and swimming, and skiing.  Sound good?”

“Sounds great.  Although,” I said slowly, trailing a finger across her breasts, “I have a hard time imagining us finding any time outside of the suite.  But we can try.”  I kissed her soft lips and pulled her against me once more.  “When do we leave?”

“Our flight isn’t until 8:15 tonight, so I was thinking maybe we could go out for dinner first.  Somewhere casual, like… BostonPizza?”

“Sure, whatever you want baby.  Anything at all.”

As we spoke, our hands had been moving slowly over one another, and before we knew it, we were making love again.

It was about four-thirty, when Jenn finally lifted her head from between my silken thighs and whispered, “On second thought – let’s just eat in tonight.”

THE END

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Feb 2013 Thrill by @DeadlyPayne

THRILL

by @DeadlyPayne

“Mistress, the Master is ready to see you now.”

She turned slowly towards the elderly steward, her emerald green eyes reflecting the flickering candlelight dancing around the room, “Thank you, Maxwell, pleasure to see you as always.”

She strode confidently into the library where Aeron was waiting. His light blue eyes bore holes into her as they ran over her form fitting leather and lace dress. Aeron indicated to a chair alongside his, his voice velvety smooth. “Karii, please.”

Karii waited until she had his full attention before taking a seat, making a great showing of crossing her legs to reveal the slit clear up her hip. Aeron darted his tongue over his lower lip at that teasing of bare flesh before he slowly raised his eyes to meet Karii’s. “Always a pleasure” He slid his chair closer and lightly traced his finger along her thigh.

Her smile grew, even as she pushed his hand away when it wandered too far, “I assume there was a reason you asked me here tonight?”

Karii saw the vials and knew what Aeron needed. He gave a small smile, “I wanted to discuss the prisoner as well as ask a favor.”

“My blood is yours, Aeron.” Karii held out her arm and rested it on the armrest. “The prisoner was dealt with as I know you saw.” Karii’s lips twitched in a smirk.

Aeron leaned forward and wrapped his hand around her wrist, “I did, why do you not allow me to take from the source, Kar?” his voice almost a purr, “Are you frightened?” Aeron placed a soft kiss on her tender skin.

Karii attempted to pull her hand free, but Aeron tightened his fingers. “You don’t frighten me, Aeron.”

“Oh, I think I do, Kar” He grazed his fangs over her vein.

Karii shifted in her chair, taking a shaky breath, “Aeron, you only want this because I refuse. If I give in, the thrill will be over.”

He gave a quick flick of his wrist and deftly pulled Karii into his lap, her dress sliding up as his other arm locked around her waist, clamping her much smaller frame to his. “I’ll be the judge of that” Aeron brushed her hair back and ran his lips along her neck, his fingers splaying over her stomach. “I do not believe the thrill will ever be gone.” He found the lobe of her ear and nipped lightly. His breath blew against her ear as he flicked his tongue over the lobe, causing a wave of anticipated pleasure to course through her.

Aeron’s other hand slid along her side and cupped her under the chin, tilting her head to the side, his other hand tracing the pattern of lace and leather that covered her stomach as he held her in place. He found the tender spot behind her ear and Karii let out a whimpered moan between clenched lips. She shifted again and felt his erection straining against his slacks. Her eyes went wide and she found herself curious to see if what she felt matched up to reality. Aeron’s arm tightened and he groaned against her skin at the movement.

Aeron inhaled, his nostrils flaring as he caught the scent of Karii’s desire. “Tell me that you don’t want this,” he lifted his hips and ground his arousal against her ass. Aeron slid his hand further up her stomach to cup her breast in his hand, eliciting a small moan from Karii.

His fingers found and pinched her pebbled nipple through the tight confines of her dress and all rational thought left her brain. In a flash of movement, Karii found herself sitting on the desk, Aeron between her legs as he pinned her in place. His eyes flashed and he lowered his face towards hers, fangs bared, Aeron’s arousal ground against Karii, causing her to elicit a low moan as her body screamed for more.

She slid her tongue along her lower lip and darted her hands to his waist band to undo his slacks.  Once his pants were undone, her hand ran down his stomach to slip inside, gasping as her fingers grazed his hardened length. Aeron buried his face in her neck, nipping and licking the tender skin. Her fingers wrapped around him and caused Aeron to drag his fangs down her neck in anticipation. Karii hooked her leg around Aeron’s waist and used her heel to pull his pants down, her fingers never leaving his erection as she moved her hand along his length. Aeron growled against her neck and trailed a hand from her knee up her leg and between them. Her fingers stuttered their movement when he began tracing her slick folds with his finger, teasing her body until she was raising her hips and desperately seeking more contact. He let out a low chuckle as his long finger pressed between her folds and circled her entrance before pressing inside her. Aeron pressed a second finger inside and began priming her, he’d waited so long, he wanted her at his mercy. Her hips rose from the desk, writhing under the assault of his fingers, her lips parted and she let out a small whimper as her fingers tightened around him, attempting to direct him. Aeron nipped at her neck, “What’s the matter, Kar?” He pressed his thumb against her slightly swollen nub as his fingers scissored inside her.

Karii tipped her head to the side allowing him free access to her neck in a silent invitation and Aeron wasted no time. He pulled his fingers free and removed her hand from him, taking his length he ran it over her folds, standing up to his full height to run his eyes over her. Aeron couldn’t wait any longer, he placed his other hand on her hip and slowly slid his length into her. Karii held her breath and her eyes went wide, feeling him in her fingers hadn’t prepared her for the sheer size of him. Aeron buried himself completely inside her and held still, giving her time to adjust while he took in the sight of her. Her breasts heaving against the tight fabric of her dress, her face flushed with desire and her eyes half-glazed. She let out a soft moan and began rocking her hips against him, her hands reaching up to grab his shirt and pull him close. He gripped her hips and pulled out almost completely before burying himself once more. He wanted more, wanted her closer so he leaned down and whispered for her to wrap her arms around his neck, once she complied, he lifted her from the desk and sat back on the chair.

Karii kept her arms on Aeron’s shoulders as she shifted in his lap, each movement reminding of the tightness of her body around him. Aeron tipped his head and claimed Karii’s lips in a slow but thorough kiss as his hands griped her hips and began pulling her along his throbbing length. Karii dug her nails into his shoulders, breaking the kiss as her head dropped back, a mumbled string of curses spilled from her crimson lips. Aeron moved his lips down her jaw to her neck, teasing the vein with his tongue and teeth, murmuring against the skin in his native tongue, “Faen, du føler deg så bra, min onde lite, trollkvinne.” His fangs grazed the vein, resisting as long as he could, focusing solely on bringing her to pleasure. Their movements becoming near frantic, his hips rising off the seat as he met her movements, grinding, writhing, slamming motions, moans growing louder as her breath grew ragged. Aeron nipped and sucked her neck harshly, he felt her tighten around his length and knew she was close. He let out a low growl and bit down, piercing the skin easily as he latched on to her vein.

Her blood spilling into his mouth and Aeron let out a deep throated moan, his eyes rolling at the flavor. She was right, this was better than from a vial any damn day of the week. Aeron took deep pulls, letting the rich liquid spill down his throat, his fingers tightening on her hips as he increased his movements. Karii cried out the moment his fangs sunk in, her orgasm raced down her spine and she slammed against him, his fingers bruising touch not even phasing her. Aeron pulled his fangs free and licked the wounds, but was nowhere near finished with her. He stood, wrapped her legs around his waist, Karii’s nails dragging across his back while he walked them out of the library and up the stairs to his room. Aeron lifted his head and met her eyes, she saw the glaze, saw him bordering on the edge, but she herself too far gone to care. He barely paused as he stepped out of his slacks, didn’t pay attention to the servants gaping as they passed, all he knew was that he needed her on his bed. 

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Feb 2013 LUNCH by BlueMoon

LUNCH

by BlueMoon (Anon.)

Running my hands along the rail of tops, all the colours to choose from and still I can’t find the one I want. I want a red top, but it has to be red red. Not just one of these pale reds or almost pink reds I want RED. 

Walking from section to section, you would think in a store this size I would be able to just pick up a red top. Grinning as finally see the red I want, walking over quickly and picking up the red one from the middle of the rail and holding it up to catch the daylight coming in through the shop window. As I turn the top my eyes light up as I see the skull and crossbones in a darker red sequence across the front.

“Sarah look what I found!” Dandling the top in front of me like a tasty treat, I walk up to her, my eyes alight. “Will I try it on?” Licking my lips as I run my finger just under the edge of the neck of my top. Leaning into Sarah as I whisper. “Will you help me try it on?”

Walking backwards towards to changing rooms wiggling my eyebrows. “Did you find something that you want to try on?” My eyes looking down at the jeans in Sarah’s hand as she rolls her eyes at me. 

“Don’t you ever get tired of shopping Joe?” 

Laughing as I spin around just in time to stop myself from walking into a mannequin. “Stop it Sarah you know I love to shop as long as you are with me.” Looking at the girl in charge of the changing rooms and smiling as I hold up my top. 

“We have one item each is it ok if we go in?” Sighing very dramatically as she tells us there is only one cubicle left. “Ok look we are in a hurry is it ok if we share?” 

Sighing as I walk past the girl into the changing rooms talking over my shoulder to Sarah. “I really hate it when there aren’t enough cubicles but at least this way we can get back to work and hopefully with some new clothes.” 

Pulling back the curtain and letting Sarah walk in first holding in my laugh as I fix the curtain so we won’t be seen. “This was too easy, now its time I had my lunch treat!” 

Biting my lip as I drop to my knees and pushing up her pencil skirt slowly, fixing it around her waist so it can’t fall back down. Looking up into Sarah’s eyes as my hand pushes her panties aside so I can see her moist core, whispering. “Mistress my I pleasure you now?” 

Not waiting for an answer as I run my tongue over her groaning softly as I hear Sarah’s breathing speed up while her hand pushes my head closer to her body. Licking and sucking her as I tease her with my fingers, setting a quick rhythm with my tongue long lick short lick removing my fingers to plunge my tongue in. 

All the while looking up at Sarah. Feeling her legs start to tremble I insert three of my fingers growling against her core as I hear her gasp loudly. Tasting her orgasm as I close my eyes while sucking hard to give her more pleasure. Gripping onto Sarah as the shop girl calls out 

“Are you ok in there?” 

Giving Sarah no reprieve as I continue to fill her with my fingers plunging them in and out faster and faster as I suck her core while I listen to her trying to answer the girl. “Y..yes... Sor..sorry I fell oveeeeeeeeer a bit changing....” Pushing my full hand into Sarah grinning as she squeaks out “I’ll be fine.... I... we... I... will be out in a minute.” Removing my hand as I bit her leg then fixing her panties back as I stand up. 

“So you going to try on your jeans?” Slowly licking my fingers groaning as Sarah lick’s her lips as her eyes lock onto my fingers, then leaning in and kissing her, whispering into Sarah’s ear, “Thank you for lunch.” 

Laughing hard as I hear the shop girl walk off muttering about weird noises. “I think we may have upset her.” Taking of my top as I try on the red one. “What do you think?” Turning to look at Sarah, my breath leaving me as I watch her pulling up the jeans her back to me, the jeans just hug her curves. Smiling at her in the mirror as I place my hands on her ass. “I think I’m hungry again?”

Feb 2013 WINDOW SHOPPING by @RavenandBlack

WINDOW SHOPPING

by @RavenandBlack

She’d pulled the short straw. Again. Not that she minded the night shifts so much, but on this night? The moon was full, a beacon in the sky calling out to her. And she couldn’t answer. Already, she felt too tight in her skin, trapped behind the store-front glass with only the mannequins for company, the party crowds starting to move out in all the shades of red. Her hands detached a plastic arm, moved on to the other one, a sigh of resignation fanning into the cool store air.

‘Well, at least I get to make you pretty.’ Methodically, the fire-red dress was lowered onto the mannequin’s solid form, the fabric falling to sit beautifully on her plastic perfection. She stroked it with covetous hands, lingering. Nothing ever looked as good on a woman as it did on the dolls she dressed, and when a skim of light cut across the front of the store, it made the shadows shift. Hair prickled on the back of her neck in a chill and she brushed at her skirt self-consciously. Her eyes slanted, glaring accusingly at the darkness beyond the glass. It was distracting to be the focus of something she couldn’t see. It certainly wasn’t the mannequins watching her.

‘Perv,’ she muttered, searching the night and finding the soft lines of a figure deep in the shadow of the opposite building. Definite perv. But...if it was a show he wanted... ‘Perv on this, you sicko.’ Confident he couldn’t identify her in the dark, she moved up onto the mannequin’s pedestal. Her hips ground to a plastic thigh, crawling up on the bald doll and lewdly tongue-kissing its hard mouth. She dragged the dress up its thighs, hitched it up over its ass, flashing the hidden presence a glimpse of mannequin flesh. Her laughter carried through the empty store as a smirk graced her lips in a flash of  smug humour. She looked back where the shape had been, but the shadows had disappeared. ‘Damn straight. Weirdo.’ Still snorting laughter, she straightened the molested mannequin and reached for its shoes.

With the jimmied door swinging behind him, Fite crossed the deserted shop floor, prowling boots silent as the grave. Melted into shadow, hooded eyes watched the girl as she rearranged the dress on the dummy, oblivious to the crimson-tinted gaze that tracked every bend and sway of her sheathed curves with predatory intent. Body hard, pulsing and primed for the hunt, he bared sharp canines on a barely audible growl and was across the room in a heartbeat.  A wall of muscle at her back, one powerful forearm locked around her throat and the rigid shaft of his cock rode the small of her back. 'Saw something in the window I wanted...’ His snarling breath licked at her ear. No time to protest, he tackled her up against the glass, glossy black hair whipping her shoulders as she struggled to right herself in a splay of palms against the smooth shop-window. ‘I take what I want.’

She was caught before she even realised she was being hunted, prey to a predator that made no sound. Cheek mashed to the cold glass, dominant hands jacked the tight pencil skirt high on her hips as her legs were kicked wide by his knee.  A rasp of metal unzipping was loud in the silent store and it drew a low cry from her throat. Exhilaration made her heart race hard and her sex flood with arousal. She knew what he would find when his rough hands clawed the soft flesh of her ass and fingertips met the soaked silk of her panties. She was rewarded for her desire, her underwear shredded in the over-zealous yank of hands battling to possess her.

Her whimper of surprise was a match-strike to the dry lust husking his voice. A low growl rolled up from deep in his throat and he tilted her pelvis until the thick head of his cock was kissing the slick, swollen lips of her sex, his body a threat of taut, honed muscle and musky male arousal crowding her against the window. A steel-taloned fist tamed the wild mess of her hair, torquing her jaw until the animal hunger in his otherworldly eyes met hers, head on. ‘Your name, woman. Say it!’

Far from protesting, she had to struggle for the syllables he wanted. Her body bowed, arched up and straining to get more of him in contact with her skin, fingers clawing into the shiny glass for purchase as her ass wound a ride up the steel ridge of his erection. She was mewling like she was hurting, an ache begging to be filled by him. It would take one word. ‘Mercy...Oh God, please!’

‘No mercy for you, Mercy.’ He punched in, hilt-deep on a powering stroke that smacked up to the soft, yielding rounds of her ass, a snarled curse rising up from his throat as his free hand gripped her hip in a bruising, anchoring claim, the stretching penetration testing her limits and the boundaries of his control. No gentlemanly pace to allow her accommodate to his size, he pistoned into her with vicious, slamming thrusts, thighs slapping, hips pumping a brutal, primal rhythm. She braced the glass, kicking back with wild animal eroticism, taking all he had to give and demanding harder, faster, deeper, an adrenalin-pounding, hammering sprint of fucking that shook the window in its frame.

The raw need tingling a warning down her spine collapsed under the collision. He was inside her, a personification of violent, animalistic lust and potent desire unleashed on soft, more than ready curves. Catching fire on his rhythm, her body gladly took up the pace, a squeak of glass meeting every stroke with violent internal twists as her hips rolled. Hard, bruising, roughly possessive muscle drove into her, over and over, punishing her sex with the thick length of his cock. He took her completely, made her body accept his and with every crack of his hips to hers, he was flicking the switch to an ultimate meltdown. Wild eyes caught on an even wilder reflection: her face, tight with lust, gaze mad with the fever. Can they see us? People drifted by in flocks, huddled against the cold air, but her brain cells were too busy sparking off arousal to care. It was her last thought before he took her higher, drove them harder.

He fisted her hair, pivoting her slender neck...desperate to fucking kiss, fangs and lips barely grazing, the vicious tempo denying him her mouth. His eyes were ablaze with manic lust, sweat breaking over his skin. He was not a male to be denied. Pulling from the liquid satin fist of her core on a snarl, he wheeled her about face and crammed himself between her trembling thighs. Her bare ass slid up the cold glass pane, pinning her for the brutal lock of his hips that nailed the thick, stretching girth of his erection straight to her limits.

She was delirious on the mounting ecstasy, nails raking at the breadth of his shoulders as he pistoned deep, striking to the depths of her quivering core, a rabid dance owning her in an overwhelming beat of relentless thrusts. She whined for him, lips wet, parting for the slanting graze of his mouth. ‘Yes!’ That’s what she needed. Possessive tongue and sharp teeth made her so hot she expected the glass fused to her spine to do the impossible and melt with her. She was cracking, so close to splintering around his cock that her breath panted out in husky purrs and she dragged at him. More...

The glass fogged, enveloping them in a mist of raw, sexual energy. Metal-tipped fingers tunnelled into her hair, the heels of his hands framing her high cheekbones as he growled hot plumes of lust to her mouth through lips parted by massive canines. Hips kicking deep, he rode her spine up the squeaky pane, moving inside her, thrusting harder, a vicious, glass-cracking, flesh-slapping tempo that ratcheted up the pressure until it was uncontainable. His thighs locked, spine curling, and on a growl edged with insanity his fangs struck deep into the tender yield of her neck, mainlining liquid ecstasy through her body as the mind-altering orgasmic waves nailed him inside of her, over and over and fucking over again.

Pain injected pleasure straight into her bloodstream with the slicing lock of his teeth and her hips jerked at the pulse of eroticism linking his bite to her sex. Euphoria was a blazing head-rush and Mercy clung to him, her lifeline in the tidal storm of release that crashed through her, her orgasm rushing to join with the surges of his. There was no getting enough of him, every thrust of his hips punching her into another climax, surging him deep and locking him into the velvet vice of her. They were passion...fury...desire...glass and muscle embracing pooling curves as she seized in the oblivion of ecstatic bliss.

His words were drugged, murmured against her throat in a purr. ‘Next time, don’t make me hunt you down, Mercedes.’

She couldn’t contain her laughter, breathless and rough and her fingers sifted dreamily through the damp silver of his hair. ‘Maybe I like being hunted by you.’

As condensation crept from the window, the gathered crowd of shadows slowly moved away, melting into the night and its full moon erotic promise.

THE END

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