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.Gladiators.
muscle, sweat, grit
swords drawn
.circling.
set the scene
steel. leather.
.Devices.
torture or torment?
.Power.
Calculations. Considerations.
Risk
let the games begin!
Mind Play
what will be done next?
.Act. React.
.Counteract.
struggle of nerves
Anticipation
waiting for weakness
.Contact.
pushing. pulling.
.STOP.
back away
Contemplate. Study.
fear or jeer?
the eyes change
Watch the Eyes!
.they are the key.
twitch. slip.
grunt. moan.
.Locked Together.
grinding
twisting
bucking
panting
falling.
falling..
rising…
Rising….
PEAK!
collapse
relief
.Victory.
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O’s Story
(serves 2)
4 ounces Brandy
3 ounces White Rum
2 ounces Triple Sec
1 ounce Lemon Juice
cracked ice*
Fill cocktail shaker with cracked ice. Add all the ingredients. Shake vigorously until frosted. Strain into two chilled wine goblets.
Enjoy!
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*It’s important that you use cracked ice in this cocktail… anything else will affect the flavor that is intended. Oh… by the way… this cocktail is extremely potent and not meant for the timid. Drink under advisement! <wink> ~~ penny
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This week’s post is very special. It is the
One year anniversary of the start of Vineyard Road…
and also…
my birthday week! ta dah! <grin>
Thank you so much … to all my readers… for spending your Happy Hour with me…
In my wildest dreams, I couldn’t have predicted how my writing and this site have developed and flourished under your loyalty.
Thank You.
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He came up behind her,
pushed her hair to the side and got in real close, wrapping his arm around the front of her to cup her breast. She thought he was going to kiss her neck. He didn’t.
He bit down on her shoulder … hard…
Goosebumps rippled over her skin like wind across the water. She closed her eyes, reveling in the shock waves that went from her nipples to her clit… and back again.
He stood laughing at her reaction, his face an affirmation of pleasure and mild revelation.
He bit down again.
A second flourish of goosebumps dimpled her flesh from head to toe. She moaned deep in her throat, a primal moan of need. She loved this feeling, this feeling of physicality. She wanted it to last forever. She wanted to immerse herself completely, to roll around in it like a horse in the pasture scratching its back. She craved the freedom of unbridled carnality and writhed against him with her lust.
He instantly let go of her and walked away… leaving her breathless, flooding her with feelings of utter abandonment.
Rooted to the spot in confusion and disappointment, she watched him walk to the living room and sit down in his favorite chair. Nonchalantly taking a sip of his Scotch, he turned to look over his shoulder at her and smiled. “I’m only playing with you, doll… come here.”
With quivering relief, she went to him, not quite sure how he so easily got into her head. He was remarkably good at mind play and she was never certain if he was being serious or joking around with her. It kept her completely off balance.
Exactly the way he liked her.
“I see my little doll needs some attention today. Is that correct?”
“I would love some of your attention.. yes.” Her response came out like a purr as she bent to kneel at his side.
“Come, sit on my lap and tell me what it is that you desire from me.”
Heart pounding against her chest, her mouth suddenly went dry as she climbed into his chair and straddled his lap. She wasn’t quite sure how to approach the subject, but knew exactly what she wanted to tell him. “Do you remember about a month ago, you asked me what I would like for my birthday?”
“Yes.”
“Well… today is my birthday… and I had asked you for only one thing…” She paused, hoping he would remember on his own and she wouldn’t have to repeat herself. It was embarrassing enough the first time she revealed her Wish.
The grin on his face and the rumble in his chest as he chuckled quietly, told her that he recalled what she requested, what she wished for, what she had hoped to receive.
Looking directly into her eyes with sudden soberness, he pulled down on her hips, grinding them into his. “You are MINE.”
Crestfallen, knowing he was refusing, she sighed and leaned into his chest. “Yes, of course I am yours. My wish has nothing to do with being yours or not, you know that. You asked me what I wanted… and I told you. That’s all.”
He gathered her close and stood up, holding her in his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he climbed the stairs leading to their bedroom.
Kicking open the door and laying her gently on the bed, he brushed the hair from her eyes. With a knowing smile and a tweak of her nipple, he bent down and gave her a deep, passionate kiss. Her body arched up to meet him and her arms swung around his neck, but he backed away, leaving her once again with feelings of abandonment.
The soft lyrics she suddenly heard emanating from the closet had her sitting bolt upright on the bed. Is someone in there…singing?
“Flesh… flesh for fantasy … we cry …”
Billy Idol came strutting out of the closet with that famous curled lip sneer beaming directly at her, the over-sized dagger-cross he had dripping from his neck glistened in the sunlight streaming through the windows. Her hands flew involuntarily to her mouth. “OH. MY. GOD! Baby!! You did it!! You got me what I asked you for… You got me Billy Idol for my birthday!! I love You, so much!”
Billy watched as she flew off the bed and into her Man’s arms that were opened wide, ready to embrace her. “My doll always gets what she wants. Happy Birthday.”
Tears of joy were streaming down her cheeks when she felt a very hard body up against her back… and an even harder cock poking at her ass through her clothing. She was sandwiched… and she was growing intensely aroused.
“Go on doll… enjoy your present,” he said as he turned and left the room.
When the door was fully closed, she looked expectantly at Billy. He was already reaching for the handcuffs that were hanging from his belt.
“Turn around, wrists behind your back.” His English accent was all she needed to comply. He cuffed her and pulled her t-shirt up and over her head and down her arms, binding them with cloth and metal. “Very nice,” Billy complimented as he admired her pink and black lace bra.
Unbuttoning her shorts he pulled them, along with her thong down to her ankles, but not off. “Get on your knees.”
She carefully lowered herself to the floor, concerned she was going to lose her balance on the way down. She didn’t. Billy stood above her, smiling. A blush rolled through her cheeks and she trembled with slight embarrassment. She was very much in awe that she was being Dominated by Billy Idol.
He leaned forward and pushed her knees wide before walking around behind her. The slow, simultaneous gentle pull of her t-shirt clad arms and her shorts-bound ankles, had her balancing on her knees. The only thing that kept her from toppling over was the strong hold Billy had on her. She could feel him securing the two fabrics together in a hogtie and a natural calm overtook her. This is where she wanted to be, this was the gift she had asked for.
Helping her to lay on her side in a bent backwards C, he began to sing softly … nurturing her desires for him.. feeding her dreams of him. He knew what she wanted … what she needed.
He bound her with endless amounts of rope… within an endless amount of time… caressing her body, loving her mind, languidly knotting with precision and showering her with his care. And through it all… he sang… coloring her thoughts by virtue of music.
He fingered her then, to a climax beyond her logical reasoning. She needed nothing more. It wasn’t about the sex… it was about the process, the mind play… and she was definitely most satisfied with that.
Unbinding her… still singing softly… they lay tacitly together in the afterglow. The calm quiet knock on the door, edged silently into their world and they rustled themselves to awareness. “Yes?”
“My dolls… are you ready for refreshment? I have Happy Hour waiting for you..”
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Idol Time
2 ounces Cognac
2 ounces Champagne
Add cognac to brandy snifter. Top with Champagne.
Enjoy!
The sun’s rays kiss the lips of my vagina
as I lay naked and spread eagle on the blanket in the southern most corner of Central Park. I’m gambling on the hope of no one wandering by, as I think I’ve chosen a quite secluded spot.
I suddenly have this inexplicable desire to expose my new Brazilian wax. It feels so good I want to share it, even if it is only with the sapphire blue sky.
I glide my hand across the baby smooth skin of my pubis, hairless for the first time since my childhood.
It’s so soft, so smooth that my fingers continue down between my thighs. It’s just as hairless and smooth here, as the waxing includes this part of my anatomy, as well. This was something new I learned with my first Brazilian. I’ve always had my bikini area waxed… but never like this. A Brazilian is a whole new experience..
A new frame of mind .. my esthetician told me…
“It certainly is!” I exclaimed shrilly back at her as she ripped off yet another wax-coated, hair gripping piece of linen. I turned my head to the right as I lay prone on the waxing table and looked at my profile in the large mirror that filled the wall. My eyes were wide in a berserk mask of surprise.
“Hold this here, please,” she directed me, pulling the disposable paper thong to the side so all but my labia was exposed to her. “Bend this knee, please.”
Yes, Ma’am. I thought, but didn’t verbalize. She was at a most sensitive spot and I certainly didn’t want to distract her. Hot wax was the last thing I wanted near my pussy.
Except… when she put it there… it was kind of nice. Oh my god, I hope she can’t see that I’m getting turned on by this!
RRRiiiiiiiPPPPP!
“FUCK!”
“Yes, sometimes it’s a bit painful, this is quite the delicate area,” she soothed as she bent down to kiss the stinging burn away.
What the fuck?? Alarms, bells and whistles were shooting off inside my head. I was stunned into silence as she moved professionally around to the other side of the table, as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened. I watched her warily as she started going through the same routine of ‘hold this here and bend this there.’
When my body was positioned to her satisfaction, she paused, hand hovering above the wax covered applicator nestled innocently in its warming tray. She stood looking down at me as I lay vulnerably on the table, the bottom half of me naked and spread open. Only a tiny strip of paper fabric covering my virtue.
I realized then, that when I chose to have every shred of hair ripped from my vagina, I had given up my right to any speck of modesty I might have secretly wished to hold on to and I was at the mercy of this sadistic woman.
It sent a deliciously wicked shiver right through me.
RRRRiiiiiiiPPPPP!
“FUCK!” I hissed again through clenched teeth.
Her lips were on me instantly, kissing… but this time.. she lingered, moving her mouth sensuously over my skin. And then I felt her tongue… warm, flat, tender strokes of comfort. Licking away the hurt, smoothing over my pain clenched muscles… replacing my vicious expletives with soft moans of pleasure.
My hips rose up to meet her luscious mouth, but her hands pushed me down. “No, no,” she admonished, shaking her head, “we are not nearly finished. Raise your legs above your waist and cross them Indian style. Hold onto your knees and pull them towards your chest.”
I could feel my skin spread for her, pulling the paper thong taut between my ass cheeks.
She reached for the wax once more, painting the warm sticky substance across my most tender of nether regions.
RRRiiiiiPPPPP!
This time I didn’t curse, I didn’t even flinch. She had left me wanton and needy with her licks and kisses. If I couldn’t have pleasure, I was going to enjoy the pain.
And I did.
Thoroughly.
“We have one more angle left. Up on your hands and knees in a doggie position. We will finish by having Javier remove the down from between your buttocks.”
I froze midway in the rearrangement of my body. Javier?
Before I could articulate my confusion, the door opened and a glorious blue-eyed, dark-skinned man rippling with muscles entered the room wearing only drawstring pants.
“Up on your hands and knees, please.” When I didn’t move, he turned to my esthetician questioningly, “Does she speak English?”
“Y..yes, I speak English,” I managed to stammer.
“Then why are you not up on your hands and knees? I am ready for you… are you not ready for me?”
Dumbfounded, I got on my hands and knees, turning my head to watch him in the mirror. An uncontrollable giggle bubbled hysterically in my throat. This was one of the most bizarre occurrences in my life, what on earth possessed me to have this done?
Javier approached me from behind and in one swift movement, pulled the paper thong from my hips, down to my ankles and had hot wax surrounding my bottom.
RRRRiiiiiiPPPPP!
My breath evacuated my lungs like a bullet from a gun, but I did not cry out, even as the tears streamed down my face.
“Good girl… very good.”
At the sound of his words, I looked quizzically at him in the mirror. He bent over me, hard, hairless chest draped on my back and reached around my waist, between my thighs and down to my newly waxed lips.
“Hhmmm, yes…” he murmured. “Very good, very good indeed.”
I knew I should have been panicked, but the smoothness of his hand against my newly exposed skin was such a uniquely different sensation that I didn’t want him to stop.
“I need to make certain your Brazilian was done properly,” he whispered into my back, eyes locked on mine in the mirror.
Stroking his hand between my legs, his fingers found my clit and rubbed slow circles, round and around, heating me up. My hips moved in time with the motion of his hands, rocking me, causing my breasts to sway inside my bra, the friction turning my nipples to stone.
The esthetician appeared by my side, pushed under my top and pulled up my bra, releasing my swaying breasts. Rolling my nipples between her fingers, she sent immediate jolts of pleasure from my head to my toes.
The awareness of multiple hands on me at once engulfed my senses and I could feel my orgasm rising.
Javier sensed it too and thrust a finger between the folds of my hairless lips, finding my core slick and ready. Withdrawing his finger and pulling my wetness with it, he pushed hard on my clit. I groaned in climax and sitting back on Javier’s hand, thrust his fingers deep inside of me. Waves of pleasure overtook me, pushing me, releasing me from any pain I felt earlier.
He helped me ride out my orgasm, fingers buried within, then he gently lay me down on the table and cleaned me with a warm wet cloth. “Yes… I think the Brazilian was done properly. Very good work… very good, indeed.”
As I lay naked and spread eagle in the sun’s rays in a hopefully secluded spot in the southern most corner of Central Park… I thought of this new experience… and I couldn’t wait for my hair to grow in so it could be waxed off again.
The time spent with Javier and the esthetician, was indeed … a Happy Hour.
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Naked Lady
1 ounce Rum
1 ounce Apricot Brandy
1 ounce Sour Mix
dash of Grenadine
Add ingredients to an ice filled cocktail shaker. Shake. Strain into a chilled martini glass.
Enjoy!
Please welcome guest writer,
……… DC ………
I know you will enjoy this read … I certainly did … again and again!
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With one last violent thrust
he flooded me with his lust. Was he the six or the seventh? I lost track of how many times I was taken and how much time had passed. I was blind folded and sticky. And, I was still not satisfied.
A week ago with Gareth’s dick still twitching inside me and my legs still resting on his shoulders, I pulled myself up, kissed him and said, “I love you.”
“Do you really? Then, you need to show me.”
To show the extent of my love I had to pull train for Gareth and his six best friends… How long it took was up to my skills and abilities but each guy had to cum twice. I have been told I give the best head in town and my ass is well, magic. But, somehow I knew this was going to take quite awhile.
“OK, you can leave now.” It was Gareth. “He is mine and I want him without an audience” Now I knew it was only six.
He swatted me on the ass and removed my blindfold. There he was, my big Irish stud with his 10X6 cock harder than I have ever seen it. “Get me ready.” I crawled over to my prize. For a second I looked past him to see how long it had been since we started. I either sucked off or was fucked by 6 of the biggest dicks in the area for over 4 hours and for that entire time there was never a minute that a dick was not in me. Now the only dick that mattered was Gareth’s.
I took it to the root in one quick gulp; this is where it belonged. I could not get enough and he knew it. He stood up, grabbed my ears and owned my throat. Maybe he thinks my ass is too stretched out and was happy to feed me, so the harder he thrust, the more determined I was to take every hard inch of his cock. I could not wait to feel his jizzz scalding the back of my throat. And, then with a loud pop he pulled out.
“Turn around”
He entered me in one hard fast motion, he didn’t give me a chance to react or adjust before he started plowing me. He showed no mercy, I could feel his head getting bigger with each thrust, it hit my sweet spot almost every time, my dick was so hard it would have made a perfect diving board and I was leaking so much precum there was a puddle beneath me. For the first time all night I took charge. I pushed back and met each thrust with equal force. I needed his cum in me to cleanse away all the others I ingested earlier in the evening. He leaned in to me and grabbed me around the throat and hissed in my ear, “Stop it, I cum on my terms, you are just here to receive it.”
He pulled out his cock dripping with the slop of his buddies and my own juices. “On your back.” I flipped over and lifted my legs and in one swift movement my ankles were next to my ears and his cock was in me further than he had ever been before.
I let go of any resistance, gave in and allowed him to posses me completely. Usually when this happens he comes pretty quickly, not this time. He plunged all 10 inches in and out of me without mercy. With sweat dripping off him, he leaned down like he was going kiss me; instead with every few strokes, he spit. I lost track of time as he rode me, we stopped being two men and became one being connected together by his cock and my need to have him inside me.
He leaned in closer, now his tongue was in my ear and his hips just kept pumping, I could tell he was close. I began to really dig into his back with my heels and fingers pulling and pushing him further and further inside me.
He didn’t roar or swear like he usually does when he releases. He didn’t even groan, he just dumped inside me. Usually I love the scalding feeling but tonight I craved it, my ass met each thrust and I milked him dry. My own load shot out of my dick, I have never in my life cum hands free. He kept pumping even though there was nothing else to give me and his dick was softening inside me. He stopped, put his arms underneath me, scooped me up and flipped over on his back. I was still impaled but on top.
I thought he wanted me to ride him until he got hard again. After a few seconds it worked, his cock was as hard as it was when he first entered me. I leaned back and rode him; I looked down to see my own 8 inches staring back at me. I rode his cock so hard I thought I was going to break it off; I was transported to another place. He had to slap my face in order to bring me back but my ass never stopped milking him.
“Like the first time” he grunted.
I hopped off and swallowed him completely, substituting one passage for another. On my best cock sucking day it takes quite awhile to bring him off so I figured this was going to take forever, but I was ready, willing and able to do what it took to prove my love. Next thing I knew he was grabbing the back of my head with both hands and dumping a huge load down my pulsing throat. I dare not miss a drop and continued to suck until I could feel nothing else spewing out.
He began to soften again and I released him. I rested my head on his hip and just licked his dick, I really did not want to give up possession.
He rubbed my head.
“I can’t believe you did all of that, just for me”
“You asked me to”
“Yeah, but I really didn’t think you would do it”
“But, you said you wanted me to prove my love. What if I had said no?”
“I would have asked you do to the dishes”
I stopped licking his dick. He pulled me up to his face and wiped the tears from my eyes, rolled me over on my back and sat on my still hard cock.
“I love you”
Through my exhausted confusion, I wasn’t sure I heard him right, “Gareth, did you just say I love you?”
“Yes!” he snarled, thrusting up and down on my cock, “I love you. Now shut up and fuck me, make me yours.”
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