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“Tie your hair up, so your neck is exposed.”
callie wound her hair around her hand, twisting it into a knot and fastened it securely on top of her head.
A few locks fell loosely around her shoulders and she worried He might be upset. she attempted in vain to anchor them to the clip in her hair, but abandoned her undertaking when even more strands came undone.
Standing naked in the corner and shivering with anticipation, callie watched as He walked to the closet she knew was filled with His toys and saw the glistening ruby studded collar being withdrawn from it’s black velvet nest. An involuntary gasp convulsed in her throat and she immediately pulled herself into a properly attentive position to ready for it’s installation.
He reverently fastened the 3″ posture collar onto her neck, pulling the loose strands of hair free from the choke hold that claimed them.
she submissively looked away from His eyes as He stroked her cheek and inserted a finger into her mouth. Anxiously clamping her lips over it, she sucked and rolled it around her tongue, savoring the flavor of His skin, knowing He was giving her a special treat by allowing her to taste Him.
her demur moan brought a disapproving gaze when He dropped His hand from her face and stepped away. “Get on your Ring, face forward.”
callie obeyed immediately by standing on tip-toes and reaching around to the back of her neck to clip her collar onto the snap hook hanging from the Ring bolted to the wall. The extended position made her calves ache, but she withheld from verbalizing any more obje
ctions. He might send her away if she did and she couldn’t tolerate that.
Lovingly kissing the palms of her hands, He wrapped nylon cords around her wrists and pulled them above her head on the pulley system hanging from the ceiling. she felt honored that He was allowing her to watch Him prepare her body. Usually He would have masked her before she was on the Ring.
“Give me your foot.”
callie extended her right leg forward and waited, feeling the burden of her body weight in her toes and left hip almost immediately.
He watched as she struggled to relieve some of the pressure on her leg by sagging from her wrist restraints and He smiled with amusement when He saw the confining collar dig into her chin instead.
“What’s the matter, pet? Would you like some help?”
“Yes Sir… please.”
Retrieving a pair of shoes from the closet, He took her offered leg and slipped the 5″ stiletto heel onto her foot, taking His time to carefully wrap the attached silk straps around her ankle and up her calf.
“you may lower this leg and give Me the other.”
callie did as she was told and tried to hold her emotions in check as He slowly encased her foot in the other shoe and bound her calf in it’s straps.
After He lowered her leg and accorded her some reprieve, He stood in front of callie and peered down at her. Tears of adoration flooded her eyes and spilled over, running down her cheeks.
The intensity in His face sharpened as He seemed to contemplate her tears, then in one swift movement, He pulled a half hood over her head … rendering her sightless and arousing her completely.
her breath quickened as she waited in the complete blackness for the unstated promise of His touch.
The tugging sensations she felt on her breasts sent goosebumps through her body and the docile mewl that escaped her lips brought a halt to the slowly tightening compression on her nipples. she thrust her chest forward, mutely begging for more.
The reward of His erection on her hip engulfed her in contentment.
“I have something new for you today, pet.”
callie immediately perceived scratches at her throat and felt a balmy dribble of liquid spill down her chest. Blood?
Mild terror was instantly replaced by wanton desire when she sensed His warm, wet tongue gliding over her neck and shoulders, lapping up and licking away the imagined fluid.
Prickling sensations on her breasts and around her nipples were immediately replaced with hot breaths and slow, smooth, soft licks.
The heat that penetrated through her blindness and into her body had her grinding her back against the wall and the surprising release of her collar from the Ring saturated her senses with yearning.
her head pitched forward, but she was held upright by her rope bound wrists.
“Open your legs.”
Shackles of cold metal surrounded her ankles as the clink of the spreader bar assaulted her ears. Now her legs were immobile and air whispered around her labia.
she stifled a moan as He ran something icy, hard and wet up and down her inner thighs. It was held on her clit until she felt nothing but a stinging numbness.
The acute sensitivity brought on by the deprivation of sight, pushed her to immediate orgasm when the heat of His tongue pressed against her core and He lapped her juices hungrily as she cried out in ecstasy.
Still hooded, spread-shackled, collared and bound, callie nearly toppled off balance when He released the pulley system holding her arms above her head. He caught hold of her and steadied her gently.
“Kneel on the floor.”
she did.
“Elbows down, ass in the air.”
she obeyed.
He took her from behind, pulling her into Him with hard, passionate, tumultuous thrusts and climaxed wildly with a roar of Domination.
When He recovered, He removed her bondage and pulled her into His arms, stroking her hair. He gave her a long, passionate kiss, then released her.
“Go get me a cigar and a drink… it’s HAPPY HOUR.”
DOM
1 1/2 ounces Gin
1/2 ounce Brandy
1/2 ounce Sweet Vermouth
Add ingredients to a cocktail shaker filled with ice. Shake until cold. Strain into a chilled martini glass.
Enjoy!
“God… your voice is sexy as hell.”
Riley cradled the phone with her shoulder, relaxed into the chair and slowly raised a hand to tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear. She closed her eyes and fed on the words coming through the receiver.
“What I wouldn’t give to be with you right now,” Jett crooned through the phone, thousands of miles away on the Amalfi coast of Italy.
His words fueled her desires, gave fan to her flame and caused a blush to color her cheeks. All the silly love clichés one could think of, she felt.
“Baby, I want to know what you’re wearing, I hope it’s that creamy white negligee I saw in your drawer the other night.”
Riley looked down at her torn t-shirt and cut-off sweats. “Actually Jett, it’s the pink one you bought me in the city last month.” The lie came out smooth as silk.
“Oh, ya … that one … I can see your nipples through that one,” Jett murmured, the smile on his face evident in his voice. “I like that one, it’s so soft… like your skin. Can you rub your skin for me?”
Riley ran her hands up and down her arms. “I’m rubbing.”
“That’s good. Can you play with your nipples through that sexy nighty?”
Riley leaned forward, pulling the phone from her ear and quickly dragged the t-shirt over her head, hoping Jett wouldn’t hear the sudden movements. She settled back into position and focused on his words.
“Are you rubbing your nipples for me, baby?”
Riley moved her palms over her bare breasts, causing the nipples to stand at full attention. “Yes.” She drew in a whisper of breath.
“Play with your nipples. Pull them and twirl them, pretend it’s me doing it.”
Riley obeyed, the lure of Jett’s voice and the twinges of desire enticed her to continue.
“I want you to move your hands down your belly. Tell me when you’re doing that.”
“OK, they’re on my belly.”
“Rub your belly for me. I love your belly.”
Riley smiled.
“I need you to move them down further … towards your heat.”
Riley exhaled sharply as she lay her hand on her pulsing core.
“I can hear that you’re there … you are there, aren’t you?”
“Oh, yes … I’m there,” Riley shuddered.
“Can you put a finger inside for me?”
Her sharp intake of breath answered his question.
“Now stroke yourself baby… faster … and faster … I want you to come for me.”
Riley complied eagerly.
“Oh, baby… I’m imagining your warmth … surrounding me … on my finger … on my mouth … on my … … “
Riley and Jett climaxed together… into each others ears … into each others heads … and into each others hearts.
The thousands of miles between them dissipated in that HAPPY HOUR moment.
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Amalfi Dream
2 ounces Vodka
1 1/2 ounces Limoncello
1/2 ounce lemon juice
Add all ingredients to an ice filled cocktail shaker. Shake vigorously. Strain into a chilled martini glass. Garnish with a lemon twist.
Enjoy!
“C’mon… they don’t stink!”
Jonathan held his socks in front of Halley’s face.
“That’s disgusting. Put them in the laundry, would you?”
“Now that I took them off my feet, they don’t smell anymore. I think it was the whole sweat, moisture, foot combination that made them smell bad. These might be good for one more day.”
Halley shook her head with disgust. She knew he was joking, but she was still dismayed by the fact that he would shove them under her nose. “That is so not cute, Jonathan.”
“All right, all right,” he said walking over to lay the socks on the steps, he’d take them up to the laundry room later. When he strolled back into the living room, Halley stuck her foot up in the air blocking his path.
“Here… smell mine,” she laughed.
Jonathan took her foot, pulled it up to his nose and took a deep breath. “Ah, like fresh rain on a spring day,” he chuckled.
He moved her foot to his mouth and drew her baby toe in.
Halley giggled.
Jonathan suckled her toe, then moved his mouth to the next digit and then the next, drawing them between his lips and slowly sucking and licking each one in turn. He rhythmically pushed his tongue in between them… back and forth and in and out, relishing in their earthy scent.
To him, her feet were an exotic blend of patchouli, ginger and musk swirling through his senses, clouding his mind with feral thoughts, like walking into a Turkish hookah lounge and being overwhelmed with ambrosial aromas of spice. He could worship her feet for hours if she’d let him.
Relaxing into the sofa, Halley closed her eyes and concentrated on the sensations emanating from her foot and the tingles that seemed to have a direct link to the V between her legs… like true north on a compass.
Halley’s breath deepened as her core blazed hotter with each stroke of Jonathan’s tongue. She squirmed in her seat, squeezing her thighs together, needing to feel pressure where she throbbed achingly. The loving strokes of Jonathan’s tongue eased her into submission.
The book in her hands dropped to the floor, surprising them both and Jonathan released her toes from his mouth and laughed throatily.
He took her foot between his palms and lovingly caressed her skin from heel to toe, admiring the ink permanently injected there. The words, Savor the Moment were a constant reminder to enjoy what she nearly lost when her brother was killed by a man reaching for his cell phone while driving.
Back then, she had crawled into the sanctity of her mind for nearly a year, shutting herself off from everyone.
Then one day, something snapped and she recovered with a vengeance. Lobbying to ban cell phone use while driving was only the tip of the iceberg. To Halley, there just weren’t enough hours in a day to get things done.
“I have to make up for lost time,” she told anyone who commented on her exhaustive energy. “One never knows which day will be our last.”
Jonathan bent to kiss the tattoo, making Halley smile.
“I think we should savor this moment upstairs, don’t you?” she asked, eyes sparkling. “That drink from HAPPY HOUR mellowed me just enough to think I should let you take advantage of me!”
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Halley’s Comfort
2 ounces Southern Comfort
2 ounces Peach Schnapps
Sparkling Water
Add Southern Comfort and Peach Schnapps to an ice filled tumbler. Fill with sparkling water. Stir gently. Garnish with lemon slice.
Enjoy!
“He’s such a bloody curmudgeon!”
“His thoughts and beliefs are so stunted they’re retarded! That’s what he is… he’s a fucking social retard!”
Monica pressed herself back into the soft buckskin leather of the Corvette’s passenger seat and gave Lilly free rein on her rant.
“I am so sorry you had to be subjected to that closed-minded asshole, Mon. I mean it, you never have to go back there with me again.” Lilly shifted her eyes from the road to her best friend and gave her a quick, apologetic smile.
Monica smiled back. She knew anything she said right now wouldn’t be heard. Lilly was far too involved in her tantrum to listen to rationale.
“I don’t know how Diana puts up with his bullshit every time the family gets together. So what if Carl is gay! What if I was gay? Would that jackass of a brother-in-law make my life miserable, too?”
“Listen, Lilly… we’re headed home now. You don’t have to see them again for a long time. Just relax and drive,” Monica soothed as she bent forward to crank up the radio.
Lilly took the ramp on to I78 towards New York City and floored it. She loved to drive when she was stressed and the power of the V8 purring under her control sent a rush of excitement through her body.
Driving this car is almost as good as having an orgasm thought Lilly, the tension in her muscles immediately melting away.
The shrill scream of the siren startled her as she glanced in the rear view mirror and saw the red flashing lights.
“Shit.” Lilly pulled her car gingerly onto the shoulder of the highway. “If I catch my front spoiler on the side of the road, I am gonna freak!”
The State Police car pulled behind the red Corvette and a gorgeous blond Trooper with a skin-tight uniform showing every bulge on his body, climbed out and swaggered with attitude up to Lilly’s driver side window.
“License and registration, please. Do you know what the speed limit is?”
“Yes, Officer, I …”
“You were doing 96 miles per hour in a 65 mile per hour speed zone.”
“I’m sorry, Offic…..”
“I’m gonna tell you what I’ll do for you. You look like two fine young women with some brains in your head.”
Monica and Lilly stole a quizzical glance at each other.
“I’m gonna give you an opportunity to work off your debt.” The Trooper stuck his fingers through his belt loops and hitched up his pants, but said nothing further. He stood there as if he expected an answer to some unspoken question.
The girls waited.
The Trooper remained still.
Finally he removed his sunglasses and leaned into the car.
“Ladies… I’d like to make you an offer.”
He licked his lips.
“See that path over there along side that bridge abutment? The three of us could take a nice little stroll, for say, 15 minutes or so and when we get back, this speeding ticket of yours could magically disappear.”
Holy shit! Is he hitting on us?!? Lilly reached for Monica’s hand and squeezed hard. She in return, squeezed back even harder.
Monica smiled brilliantly as she leaned over the center console, fully exposing her cleavage and looked up into the man’s eyes, “Officer… ummm… would you mind if my girlfriend and I took a moment to talk about this?”
“No problem, Miss, I’ll just go run your plates while you have your little conversation.”
The instant the cop was out of hearing range, Lilly turned and grabbed Monica’s shoulders. “Oh my god! What the fuck is happening here?”
Monica giggled. “Hey, girlfriend… I’m game if you are.”
“Are you kidding me?!? You want us to go have a threesome at the side of the road to get me out of a speeding ticket… are you insane?!?”
“Why not, Lilly? The man is super fine.”
“Shit, Mon… he’s coming back already. Quick… what do we do?”
Monica winked at her friend.
“Well, ladies… have you made your decision?”
Monica opened her door and eased from the passenger seat. She slinked around the back of the vehicle and coming up to the Officer, slid her hand into his. She looked down at Lilly with confidence. “Joining us?” she asked with a tilt of her head.
Do I have a choice? Lilly thought. As she was reaching for the door handle, another Police car pulled in front of the Corvette, literally sandwiching her car between the two patrol cars.
A very tall, very muscular black Officer extricated himself from the vehicle. He had the same skin-tight uniform as the blond, except his seemed molded to his body. His arms and thighs rippled and rolled, fighting to get free of the cloth restraints as he moved languidly towards the three. The girl’s gaze shot directly to the man’s groin where the bulge held back by painted on pants, squirmed like a fighter waiting in his corner for the bell to ring.
Lilly felt intense heat spawn between her legs.
Monica let her hand drop from the blond Officers grasp and smoothed her dress over her hips. She did a small hair flip and adjusted her sunglasses below her eyes to get an unobstructed view of this glorious man walking towards her.
“What do we have here, Rod? Are these young ladies causing you trouble?” The Trooper halted his advance mere inches away from Rod, his voice booming above the traffic noise.
“No Sir… I was just sending the girls on their way. Routine traffic stop, is all.” The blond turned on his heel and virtually jogged back to his car like a dog with his tail tucked between his legs.
Realization dawned on Monica and Lilly as they watched the black State Trooper lustily ogle the other policeman, a slow lascivious smile spreading across his face. Even the girls could feel the sexual electricity emanating from him as he watched the blond man leave.
Monica’s shoulders sagged in defeat as Lilly gave a slight chuckle.
Deliberately adjusting his crotch, clearing his throat and turning to the women, the Trooper tipped his hat and said, “You all have a nice day now,” and retreated to his vehicle.
Monica got back into the car and as the girls sped off on I78 towards New York City once more, they screamed and laughed wildly.
“Thank god we’ll be getting home just in time for HAPPY HOUR!”
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Johnnie Law
1 1/2 ounces Sloe Gin
3/4 ounce Triple Sec
1 tsp. Anisette
Add ingredients to ice filled shaker. Shake vigorously. Strain into chilled martini glass.
Enjoy!
“Come here, you little Minx.”
“No, I just put my makeup on!”
“Carrie, if you don’t get into this shower with me in the next 30 seconds, I’m going to come out there and drag you in.”
“Be reasonable, Michael. I just got out and I’ve already fixed my hair and put on my makeup. If I get back in there, it will take me another 45 minutes to do that all over again…. and then, we’ll be late for cocktails.”
The dripping sound of water running off of Michael’s wet body and sloshing onto the tile floor had my head turning just in time to see his gloriously hard penis coming around the corner to the makeup counter where I was fine tuning my lipstick.
“Michael… ,” I warned backing away and grabbing a towel to protect myself. I spun it into a whip and cracked it at his groin.
“Whoa, Baby…be careful with that thing. We wouldn’t want to injure the family jewels, would we?”
“Your jewels are going to be locked in the jewelry box and not taken out for a spit shine for a very long time if you continue to come after me with your wet body. I mean it Michael. I’m not getting back into the shower.”
“Alright, you win.” Michael turned on his heel and sauntered back under the water. “You don’t know what you’re missing, woman.”
The soft chuckles emanating from behind the glass block wall soon turned into a lot of mmmm’s and aahhhh’s.
“Oh, this feels good, Carrie … the warm water caressing my body. The steam swirling through my lungs into my mind, making me lose track of where I am. When I close my eyes, I can picture being in that steam bath we took in Indonesia.”
A smile played across my lips. “Yes, I remember that… that was amazingly erotic.”
“I’m taking the bar of soap and rubbing it between my hands. Oh, ya… it’s getting all lathered up between my fingers. Mmmmmmm.”
The steady stroke of my lipstick froze mid-swipe.
“Oh, baby… this is slippery. I’m rubbing the lather on my chest. I’m circling around my nipples… oh… they … are… so … hard…..”
The breath exhaled in a rush from my body of it’s own accord. I looked in the mirror at my reflection and found my eyes half closed and lips slightly apart. God, he’s starting to turn me on.
“Hey, baby… are you with me? I’m as slick as satin in here. Ohhhh, yaaaa… I’m rubbing myself on my neck, baby. You know where… that sweet spot that you love to kiss. The soap is so slippery. The lather is squeezing between my fingers.”
I found myself swaying as I watched my face in the mirror. My own hands mimicking his descriptions.
“When I close my eyes, I can feel you touching me. My hands are moving down my chest again. Now, down my belly… and further… down … oh ya, woman… I am as hard as a rock… Feel this, baby… my cock is so smooth.”
My breath came in gasps as he talked me through his movements. The heat in my groin grew achy with his voice.
“I’m stroking myself. Mmmmm. This soap is so slippery… I’m so hard… oh… ya…. this feels so good. Back and forth, baby, up and down … I’m gonna cum for you, baby… I’m gonna….”
I stepped into the shower and placed my hands over his just in time to help Michael cross the threshold of orgasm.
The water cascaded over us…. crashing… thundering… washing away all obligations except spending the next moments together, locked in embrace.
“Welcome to HAPPY HOUR.” I laughed as Michael snuggled into that sweet spot on my neck.
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Slippery Dick
(floater shot)
1 1/2 ounces Banana Liqueur (bottom)
1/2 ounce Irish Cream (top)
Pour liqueurs into a shot glass over the back of a spoon to keep separate.
Enjoy!
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