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“Why do I lust after You?”
Marci audibly asked this question of herself daily. She just couldn’t figure it out. He was someone she saw walking through the corridors of the hospital… a random person… a nonentity. Granted, he was gorgeous, but, still. Why oh why do You keep seeping into my thoughts?
It started over 3 months ago, this obsession of hers … she caught a glimpse of him on her way to the emergency unit to start her shift. His shaven head held high as he strode down the hall, a proud man who was obviously preoccupied.
The air about him seemed filled with electricity and Marci knew she was gawking, but she just couldn’t help herself. His beautiful black skin, high cheekbones and elegant hands offset by his white Doctor’s jacket seemed the perfect balance of Yin and Yang. She watched him walk past and turn the corner, breaking the leer she had fixated on his body.
And every day since that first day, she managed to be in the same corridor at the same time he would walk through. She kept telling herself that she wasn’t doing it on purpose… she just happened to be there at the right time… a coincidence.
Glancing at her watch today, she realized she was early, so she slowed her pace as she walked the hall to her shift. He came around the corner right on time and Marci couldn’t help but smile secretly to herself.
“Excuse me… Marci… isn’t it?”
Oh, my god… his green eyes are beautiful! “Yes, I’m Marci, but… how did you know?”
“I’ve seen you everyday for the last few months, so I asked around. And… I’ve noticed you watching me. I find that extremely intriguing and… sexy, actually. I like a confident woman.”
His voice was deep and she immediately thought of Barry White singing Love Serenade… ‘take it off… baby, take it all off.’
The shadow of lust that smoldered in his eyes as he spoke had Marci dripping in her panties. The heat emanating from the blush in her cheeks could light a cigar if you held one up to it.
“Are you busy right now, Marci?” His breath smelled of spearmint as he encroached her personal space and she found herself light-headed with the proximity of him.
Before she knew what was happening, his arm snaked around her waist and pulled her body into his.
“I’m … um.. ,” Marci’s verbal skills seemed to have vacated the premises and she blushed even more severely from embarrassment.
The sudden softness of his lips on hers was in utter contrast to the imploring pressure on her body, holding her tight, pulling her into his groin. She could feel his growing erection and she responded completely, like the needy little wench that she was, with a slight gyration of her hips.
His throaty moan of satisfaction was all the encouragement Marci needed and she took his hand and pulled him into the on-call sleeping room across the hall.
Marci locked the door and they tumbled onto the bed in a tangle of arms pulling off shirts in their hasty, lust filled pandemonium.
“What is your name? I don’t even know your name.”
“James”
“Oh… James… wh…”
Marci’s inquiries were cut off when James covered her mouth with his hand. “Sshhh.. be quiet.”
Looking intensely into her eyes, he pushed below her scrubs and sunk a finger inside of her, eliciting a muffled gasp within his palm. He immediately withdrew his wet finger and brought it to his mouth, tasting her juices as if they were the elixir of life. “Damn woman, I knew you’d be sweet and you are so ready for me, aren’t you?”
Reaching back down and hooking her panties and scrubs as one, he pulled them off of her hips, which she graciously lifted for him, and down to her ankles, effectively trapping her legs. Releasing the hold on her mouth, he pulled her up and onto her hands and knees and positioned himself behind.
Yanking at his own scrubs, he stroked himself to full hardness and entered her slippery cunt in one thrust. They both moaned at the fervid invasion, then slowly started the rocking dance of carnal pleasure. Their cadence swelled as James proved his ascendancy over Marci’s body.
Reaching around her hips, he caressed her clit with rhythmic accuracy, driving her beyond contentment… beyond lust… beyond wanton desire… driving her through the sweet agony… to ecstasy.
She bucked wildly against him… sending his frenzy over the edge right along with hers.
Collapsing onto the bed and gasping in recovery, they turned towards each other and smiled.
“Pleased to meet you, James.”
“No, Marci… the pleasure was all mine.” James laughed, “So… I’m wondering… what are you doing this evening? Would you like to join me for HAPPY HOUR?”
Doctor’s Elixir
1 ounce Dr. McGillicuddy’s Mentholmint Schnapps
1 ounce Chambord Raspberry Liqueur
Add ingredients to an ice filled rocks glass. Stir. Take orally.
Enjoy!
Welcome to Swallow Falls
Gwyneth drove past the sign greeting her on the edge of the town with a name that seemed innocent enough. It evoked visions of birds and waterfalls, flowering trees and nature’s music filling the sweet air. Everything appearing perfectly normal.
Gwyneth entered the town limits slowly, driving down the tree-lined Main Street of this ‘right out of a Norman Rockwell painting’ borough. The American flags waving calmly in the soft breeze, white picket fences, ladies in sun bonnets trimming their roses, large front porches with rocking chairs, some occupied by quiet old men playing checkers.
She pulled into the driveway of the Victorian home she had rented for the summer. The Realtor was already waiting on the front steps, waving. “Hello, Gwyneth!”
Her high-pitched, sickeningly sweet voice made Gwyneth cringe, but she pasted on her best smile and called back, “Hello Mrs. Wilson, how are you today?”
“Oh, just fine, Sweetie.” She was already down the steps and reaching for the car door handle.
Geez, Gwyneth thought, let me get out of this bloody car before you assault me, please. Gwyneth’s jaw hurt from squeezing her smile into place.
Mrs. Wilson took Gwyneth’s elbow and guided her towards the front door. “I have everything ready for you to move in… the linens are fresh, the porch is swept, the …”
Gwyneth let Mrs. Wilson ramble on, every now and again nodding her head in agreement. She was busy looking around the large house. Good… the curtains are still on every window.
After touring the whole house one more time and an agonizing 45 minutes of Mrs. Wilson’s drivel, the chatty woman finally left her – promising to be ‘just 2 blocks down if you need anything!’ Gwyneth exhaled forcefully as she nearly hit the Realtor in the ass with the door on her way out.
It was nearing twilight and her Master would be here soon. She needed to prepare herself. She hurried around the first floor, drawing the curtains closed. Running outside to the car, Gwyneth popped the trunk and lugged the 2 heavy suitcases inside the house.
She positioned one on the living room floor and carried the second one upstairs to a bedroom. That particular suitcase she didn’t need right now, it was the one in the living room that her Master wanted.
Gwyneth quickly ran into the kitchen to get herself a drink of water. She got so nervous when she knew she would be speaking to or seeing her Master and her mouth always went cotton dry. Her heart fluttered, too… pounding against her chest like a jackhammer.
She removed all her clothing except for her thong and high heels, folding them neatly and placing them out of sight and went to kneel on the floor in front of the empty fireplace. Trying to calm her nerves, she crossed her wrists behind her back, spread her knees, lowered her head … and waited.
He arrived as He always did… silently… filling the air with the aura of power and authority. He was after all The Lord of Darkness, The Omega, The Devil, Diablo …. He was Satan. She was honored and humbled to be accepted as His slave.
He stood in the doorway for a moment, in this form of His choosing… cloven hooves, goat legs and His upper half a human body, almost Satyric in nature. His cock, thick and sinewy hanging dominantly between His legs and split midway down the shaft into two writhing serpents.
The horns protruding from His forehead were twisted today, which meant He was feeling in a playful mood. She noticed that He carried her ruby-studded stainless steel collar, something that she enjoyed wearing for Him.
Gwyneth had previously observed that His horns adjusted with His state of mind… becoming straight, pointy and honed as His anger grew. She was relieved to see they were rapturously wound around themselves this evening.
He strode over to the spot where she was kneeling and placing a single finger under Gwyneth’s chin, lifted her to her feet. She automatically turned her head slightly away and leaned back to offer her neck. He bent down to kiss it, purposefully grazing her cheek with His horn and sending an erotic thrill down her spine.
Gwyneth felt her Master’s groin serpents pulling at her thong as He kissed her neck, twisting the material between their heads and she startled when one pushed inside her.
“What is on your neck?” Satan’s booming demand cut right through her and the serpents pulled away from her body.
“I sprayed perfume, Master. I wanted to be appetizing to You … I thought You would like it.” The needle-like pain in her knees caused by kneeling on the hardwood floor, was exacerbated by her trembling body and she thought she might crumble to the floor under the weight of His anger.
His scowl softened for a moment at the thoughtfulness of her gesture… but… only for a moment.
“It is not your place to try and determine what I would like. I will tell you what I desire, when I desire and IF I desire ANYTHING from you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Tell ME that you UNDERSTAND!”
“i understand, Master. i am not to guess what it is that You might desire from me, You will tell me what You want.”
“That’s good, slave. From now on, when I determine that you should wear a scent… other than the scent of need… I want you to wear it here, on your chest.” He punctuated His instructions with the drag of her collar just below her breastbone, from shoulder to quivering shoulder.
“When I am in your neck… I do not want to taste ANYTHING, other than your skin.”
“Yes, Master… i understand.”
“Good. Now, lift your hair.”
She did what she was told. She always did. She was a good slave, even though she was still learning.
As He locked the ruby collar around her neck, Satan settled for a moment admiring her, then whirled around and walked to the suitcase Gwyneth had previously set on the floor. He opened it and stood contemplating, then reached down rummaging. He finally stood up and spun back to her, winding a leather leash around His hand and letting the clip end drop and swing freely. “Come to me, slave.”
She got down on hands and knees… and crawled, large breasts swaying, constricting her nipples. Complete satisfaction uncoiled across His features as He cherished the form of her body moving… breasts, shoulders, back and buttocks gliding towards Him across the floor. He was appreciating the fact that she remembered her instructions and his cock swelled with desire, the serpent heads growing thick and wide.
She stopped at His feet and automatically reached up for the clip and attached it to her ruby collar, the thin fabric of her thong soaking wet with anticipation.
“I can smell your lust, slave.”
“Yes, Master.”
Almost immediately and without saying another word, He strode across the room, forcing Gwyneth to clamber rapidly after Him on all fours. He attached her leash to one of the brass doorknobs ordering her to kneel and walked back to the suitcase.
He reached inside and pulled out a black leather waist- cinching corset overflowing with red silk laces, a leather blindfold, a ball gag, nipple clamps, ankle and wrist cuffs and a length of rope. He held them in the air for His slave to see.
Gwyneth’s eyes widened and she shivered with delicious apprehension.
As her Master sauntered towards her, Gwyneth heard Mrs. Wilson calling from the front porch… “Yoo hoo…! Gwyneth…! It’s HAPPY HOUR!”
Diablo
1 1/2 ounces Brandy
1/2 ounce Triple Sec
1/2 ounce Dry Vermouth
2 dashes Bitters
Add ingredients to a mixing glass filled with ice. Stir. Strain into a chilled martini glass. Garnish with a lemon twist.
Enjoy!
Per your request, Mr. P… as promised.
“You and I are going to have a discreet affair,”
Michael whispered into the ear he was nibbling. He gave it a quick flick of his tongue before pulling away and looking into her eyes. He had her pinned against her car, trying to convince her to not leave just yet.
“No Michael, we are not,” she stubbornly protested, although never leaving his embrace.
He gyrated his massive cock into her groin. “Feel this? Do you remember?”
“I do remember, Michael.”
“Hung like a farm animal, Walter used to say.” Michael laughed at the sudden memory of his friend’s ancient comment.
He drew her close; grabbing a fistful of hair and yanking it back so her neck was open and exposed to him.
No protest was uttered … the only sound was the sharp intake of a ragged breath. An aroused breath. A submissive breath that whispered take me.
He bit and suckled her neck until she pushed away. “No, Michael… this is… wrong.”
“Well, let’s go to church, why don’t we?” The sarcasm dripped off his tongue like icicles from a roof as he released his grip, taking a half step back.
“C’mon, Michael… what are you doing?”
“You are so beautiful.”
“Thank you, but….”
He already had his hand back in her hair, restraining her, so he could once again feast on her neck. Her sweet spot… the spot that made everything else melt away. The… I’m putty in your hands… spot. Michael knew, he remembered.
For they were linked, these two…. Forever and ever. Amen.
“Feel this… it’s up to my belly for you.” He pulled the waist of his jeans away from his body so she could look at him in all his glory. “And that’s not even hard all the way,” he boasted.
“Yes, Michael, I remember.”
“Feel it.”
And she did. She felt it’s smooth soft skin over the hardness of his half erection. She felt it … and wanted it… she wanted it in her mouth… she wanted it in her body… she wanted him inside of her.
“Michael, I have to leave.”
“No, baby girl… don’t go.” He started nibbling her neck… he knew it would weaken her. He whispered in her ear all the things he would do to her, enticing her, arousing her, making her want to stay with him.
“I’ll place you gently on the bed and undress you, you don’t have to do a thing, just lay there. I’ll kiss your lips… your neck. My hands will roam down your body, softly caressing your skin. You’ll get goose bumps from my touch. I’ll kiss down your chest, to your breasts and lick circles around your nipple… small, slow circles around and around, then I’ll pull you into my mouth and softly suck until you beg me for more.”
Her breathing became increasingly deeper with the lulling voice of his fantasy being whispered into her ear. She felt his seduction… felt it diluting her morals.
“I’ll release your nipple and kiss across your waist and down your belly, my hands will be on your hips, pulling you upwards, towards my mouth. And I’ll kiss you right … there…”
Michael punctuated his words with a flick of his finger on her clit. Even through the heavy fabric of her jeans, she could feel the electricity of his touch. She relaxed into his body, letting him kiss and hold her.
She desired this attention, needed it… craved it. But, then the gravity of the situation fell upon her and she pulled herself out of Michael’s arms… thrusting her hands into her hair and pulling hard, she shook herself back to reality.
“What the fuck is going on?” she nearly screamed out in agony.
Michael was stunned.
She got into her car, wanting to leave him in the parking lot of the restaurant where they met. But he hung on… wanting… lusting… pleading for release from the strain his cock was putting in his pants.
And still … she drove away.
She needed to get home… this was crazy. How did this even happen? She was weak. She’d been at full arousal for days and the attention Michael lavished on her was overwhelming.
Thank goodness she lived close by. She was home in a few minutes and after parking her car, she went directly up to her bedroom and stripped naked.
Her nipples were still hard from the stimulation Michael invoked by his neck biting.
She reached up and touched her neck gingerly, it felt sore but she liked the feeling, the provocation of the ache.
She wrapped her hand around her throat, feeling the skin beneath her fingertips. Closing her eyes and remembering his touch, she ran her index finger and thumb back and forth just below her jaw line, then down to her sweet spot, in the hollow between her neck and her collar-bone… the spot Michael had feasted on… the spot Michael remembered.
She reached down to her breasts and pulled on the tiny pebbles her nipples had become, rolling them between her thumb and fingers. The pleasure/pain she evoked in this erogenous zone traveled immediately down to another, down to the growing need in her groin.
Lying back on the bed, she brought her right hand to her mouth. She licked her fingers and reached down between her legs, pressing them to her clit. Rubbing in circles, she envisioned Michael between her thighs and she grew wet with desire.
Parting the swollen, tender lips of her core, she slipped her fingers easily inside and started stroking herself, moaning with pleasure at the invasion. Her hips bucked into her hand, gyrating against her fingers, while she continued to twist and pull at her nipple.
Specters of Michael swirled through her head… the hardness of his erection pressing longingly into her hips, his tongue wrapping around hers wanting and needing, his masterful embrace corralling her with no escape.
Her frantic fingers worked themselves without thought – disjointed appendages releasing emotions long-buried beneath layers of life. The yearning in her body ascended… building… rising… surging to climax.
A current of passion raged through her and a tidal wave of liberation came crashing upon her unleashing recollections of the past and she cried out with the significance of them.
She lay exhausted on her bed, fingers covered with her slickness and remembered. She remembered the tenderness with which Michael had once taken care of her. She remembered the love… the hate… the good and the bad.
As she lay there, she remembered it all and regretted that she had abandoned him in the parking lot.
Then she brought her fingers up to her mouth and she tasted… she lapped up her own juices and she perceived bitter and sweet, spice and sugar. She tasted what was once their relationship.
Swimming within these memories, she was dismayed when the intrusion of the doorbell reeled her back from them. She found her robe and quickly descended the stairs. Her heart bounded with joy as she looked through the glass and saw Michael standing on the other side of the door. She pulled it open and crashed into his arms.
Laughing as he stumbled backwards from her assault, he crooned, “Hey, baby girl, I was hoping you would want to spend HAPPY HOUR with me.”
Rendezvous
1 1/2 ounces Gin
1/2 ounce Kirschwasser
1/2 ounce Campari
Add ingredients to a cocktail shaker filled with ice. Shake. Strain into chilled martini glass. Garnish with a lemon twist.
Enjoy!
I have a special treat for my lovelies this week!
Guest writer, Kay Davis has honored us with her writing presence. Enjoy her story and share your comments, please!
I’ll return next Thirsty Thursday for your Happy Hour pleasure.
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The company picnic
was starting to wind down so Jake and Jen decided to head home. Jen wished they had left long ago.
For the past two hours she had been watching him horse around with the guys playing games and getting a golden tan in the process. His skin glistened from the heat making her long for him. Finally, they were going home where she could be the one playing with him.
The park was a 30 minute walk from their apartment and they had left the car at home – a decision Jen now regretted. Her mind was completely preoccupied with tearing Jake’s clothes off; she could barely contain herself.
She wanted him inside her so badly she finally said, “Jake I don’t want to wait until we get home, I want you right here, now.”
“Are you out of your mind?” replied Jake, “we’ll be home in 20 minutes.”
Jen pointed to a nearby yard almost totally surrounded by tall hedges, “There, let’s go in that yard. No one will see. I can’t wait, I need you now.”
Enticed by the idea, Jake could feel the blood rushing to his loins as the bulge in his pants grew large and hard. They ran into the yard, staying as far away from the house as possible and wasted no time removing their clothes.
Inside the house, a woman was just finishing up washing the dishes. She was the kind of woman who washed dishes as soon as they were dirty and she never had a messy house. She planned to do a load of laundry next, since her husband was out golfing and her son was down for a nap.
As she put the last clean glass into the cabinet she heard something outside. It was like a groaning; maybe there was an animal out there. So she went to check it out.
As soon as she stepped outside she saw Jake thrusting forcefully into Jen and couldn’t believe her eyes. This had to be stopped. Not wanting to wake her son, she walked over to Jake and Jen quietly but firmly insisting that they leave immediately or she would call the police.
“No” begged Jen, “that won’t be necessary.”
Jen looked at the woman – a thin blonde wearing a crisp pale pink button down oxford shirt with a khaki twill skirt. This woman looked like she hadn’t had a day of fun in her whole life, let alone reckless abandon.
Jen looked at Jake and then back at the woman and said, “Actually, we were thinking you might like to join us.” The woman let out a small gasp.
“What’s your name?” asked Jen.
“Samantha,” the woman replied quietly.
Jen approached Samantha and although she looked startled, she did not back away. Samantha stood frozen in shock as Jen began to unbutton her shirt exposing a white bra with a simple pink bow in the center.
Jen gently kissed in between Samantha’s breasts, sending tingles of excitement throughout Samantha’s body. She then moved her kisses upward to her neck just below Samantha’s ear. Samantha could feel herself becoming wet and Jen was more turned on then she had ever been in her life.
Jake called Samantha over and slowly began removing the rest of her clothes. He kissed her gently at first then more passionately. Her breasts are amazing, thought Jake.
He swirled his tongue around her already erect nipples and then sucked passionately on the beautiful mounds. Samantha’s mind told her she should stop but her body wouldn’t listen.
Jake lay on his back and invited Jen to mount his throbbing penis a nd he encouraged Samantha to straddle his face so he could taste her.
Much to her own amazement, Samantha did as she was told, placing her dripping wet pussy on Jake’s face.
She sat so she could face Jen who was pulsing and gyrating with pleasure. The electricity between them was unbelievable. The two women could not keep their hands off each other – kissing passionately and taking turns sucking each other’s breasts.
Jake was an expert with his tongue. As he fervently ate Samantha’s pussy her whole body began to tremble and she could feel that she would climax any second.
Jen had a look of rapture on her face as she wildly rode Jake’s cock so Samantha knew they were both close. Samantha thrust her mouth onto Jen’s breast and began sucking feverishly as Jen threw her head back, le tting out a moan of satisfaction.
Jake could feel both Jen’s and Samantha’s pussy start to spasm out of control and he thrust himself even deeper into them as they all came.
“That was amazing” Samantha said breathlessly.
“Yeah,” Jen replied, “It’s like HAPPY HOUR!”
Samantha
2 1/2 ounces SKYY Vodka
1 1/2 ounces Cabo Wabo Anejo Tequila
1 ounce Simple Syrup
1 ounce fresh squeezed Lime Juice
Rim a chilled martini glass with a mixture of salt and a small amount of white pepper. Shake ingredients with ice. Strain into rimmed glass. No garnish.
Enjoy!
recipe: courtesy of SKYY vodka
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