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The persistent roll of her left nipple
generated shivers in her sleep. The slow pull twisted her thoughts into more intimate dreams than the ones she was being eased out of. She became aware of an arm draped across her chest and she wriggled her bare breasts up against the source.
The resulting aggressive pinch startled her and she rolled left, effectively removing the offending fingers. But the hand attached to those fingers was not so easily dissuaded as it cupped her right breast on its retreating passage.
She stopped mid roll… the hand was hard and calloused and the slight scratch its touch left on her skin was producing those shivers again. Relaxing onto her back, she welcomed the mildly abrasive caresses. A purr resonated deep in her throat and carried with it a need so innate it was nearly primal. The hand cupped more fiercely.
She felt herself being drawn forcibly from slumber, but she liked this suspended state of consciousness and didn’t want to leave it. Her mind fought to stay asleep even as her body awakened with arousal.
Languid fingers kneaded and grasped, tongue softly teased as warm lips sucked at her, gently probing her half sleep. Arching under the hunger shooting to her hips, she bucked and tightened her cunt against itself.
Inhaling yearning and exhaling greed she pressed into the impossible wall of flesh beside her. It was on her in an instant, pushing with disregard between her legs. The shaft entered her unhindered as her slippery lust engorged lips parted in welcome. Smooth gyrations danced against her hips as the swell of sublime liberation tickled the edge of her senses.
Rasping heaves of breath, warm in her ear guided hers to harmonize. Pungent aromas of allspice and cloves inundated her nostrils, pushing heady thoughts across the line into overwhelming and she found herself seeking to relinquish the physical limitations that bound her.
Rousing sensations swirled in her cunt then galloped through her frame crowding desperately into her mind. Stars burst behind her lids and an imminent climax barreled over her, but the pulse of cock inside her did not diminish its fury. It rode her crest like fingers plucking the strings of a harp. Resonating echos of mortal obedience followed the cocks manipulations of her body to maintain the chords of her orgasm at its peak.
She moaned and writhed under its instruction only half wishing her crescendo to subside. The intensity was staggering, but yet, she was not fully able to let it go. She felt the begging gurgle in her throat.
“Please……” Her petition fluttered out as softly as a butterfly’s wing and disappeared as delicately as a gossamer vapor in her fragmented dream.
The Incubus reared His head and roared His consummate pleasure at the homage her body paid to His… then vanished silently into the ether.
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Because He Can
3 1/2 ounces Grey Goose Le Citron Vodka
1 ounce Limoncello
1 1/2 ounces Cranberry Juice
1/2 ounce Sour Mix
squeeze of Fresh Lime Juice
Add ingredients to an ice filled cocktail shaker. Shake until frosted. Strain into a chilled martini glass. Garnish with a lime wedge.
Enjoy!
Spine tingling arrows of pleasure
coursed through Sapphira as the nail technician applied pressure on her toes. This wasn’t supposed to be happening during a pedicure… was it? Relaxing? Yes. Creating sexual urges? No.
Sapphira gripped the edges of the chair, took a steadying breath and looked down at the woman massaging her foot. She admired the alluring Asian beauty with her smooth skin, round face, silken black hair and delicate hands. Her features balanced perfectly with the salon’s scent of Jasmine and incense. She was intoxicating just to look at and she was doing something to her feet that was turning Sapphira’s thoughts into liquid sex.
The Footman wasn’t your typical walk-in nail salon, as Sapphira was quickly finding out. It was the decor that compelled her to first step into the shop. Dark and mysterious swags of brocade satin tapestries and silk cording draped from the ceilings and walls, the captivating lure of unfamiliar music from distant lands was what beckoned for her attention and drew her in from the street.
An involuntary gasp caught in Sapphira’s throat as a push on her foot shot an explosion of heat straight up her leg and landed directly on the bulls-eye between her thighs. The beautiful woman looked up at her from almond shaped chocolate eyes for an inspecting minute before resuming work on the back of Sapphira’s foot between the ankle bone and her heel.
Long, low licentious moans arising from deep within Sapphira could not be mistaken for anything other than unrestrained abandon. The woman smiled contentedly to herself and reached for her jute rope. “May I use on you, miss?” she asked pointing to the sign on the wall that read Kinbaku/Shibari.
Sapphira looked at the sign quizzically and shrugged her shoulders.
“Tight binding… to tie,” the woman barked in her broken English as she tapped on the top of Sapphira’s feet.
Sapphira had no idea how exactly the silken cords were going to be used, but if the pulses surging between her groin and her nipples from a mere foot massage by this woman were any indication of what she would feel by having her feet bound in ropes? She was up for it! “Yes, please, I would like that very much.”
The woman slowly, almost lovingly unwound the thin ropes. She created a slip knot on one end and looped it around Sapphira’s two big toes and pulled them together. Anxiety rode high through Sapphira as she watched the woman create intricate roadways of cord around her arches. She tensed in her seat, muscles clenching with nerves, until the woman paused in her task and looked up into Sapphira’s face.
Reaching a hand to caress her cheek, the woman clucked soothingly until Sapphira was again at ease and relaxed. Laying the rope aside, although not removing it, she bent forward and blew a warm breath across the top of her toes. Gently cradling Sapphira’s feet in the palms of her hands, she lay her cheek against her toes and rubbed reverently over them with her whole face.
Dizzy with confusing desire, Sapphira’s head lolled back on the chair and she closed her eyes. Her clit ached with yearning as passion exuded from the woman’s worship of her feet and rolled over her like a wave tumbling seashells on a beach. Sapphira was lightheaded and her breath dropped to a shallow whisper. Her mouth gaped open and a glistening thread of drool escaped her parted lips. She never experienced this state of mind before and it felt wonderful.
The woman picked up her rope and resumed her craft. With great effort, Sapphira lifted her head to observe the intimacy with which she worked. The looping of each individual toe developed a restraining starburst of art on the top of Sapphira’s feet and she sat mesmerized at the exquisite complexity of it all.
Drawing a toe, one by one into her mouth, the woman’s mastery at giving pleasure quickly had Sapphira exhaling hasty, ragged breaths. She felt her body temperature rise and a crest of goosebumps covered her flesh. When the woman once again applied pressure to the part of her foot between her ankle bone and her heel, what was left of Sapphira’s self control was completely gone.
Her body clenched as her orgasm wrapped itself around her like a hug and squeezed hard. Reverberations quaked in a seemingly unending flow of power and it pitched her body forward in her seat. Sweat dripped off her face and saliva ran from her mouth.
Exhaustion set in almost immediately as she felt tender hands unbind her feet and push her upright in her chair. “You relax now, miss. I take care of you. We polish nails… okay? You want to pick color or should I?”
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The Footman
1/2 ounce Gin
1 ounce Orange Juice
1 Peach Slice
1 ice cube
Chilled Champagne
1 Peach Slice for garnish
Blend all the ingredients except the Champagne in a blender until smooth, about 10 seconds. Pour into a flute and fill with Champagne. Garnish with the second peach slice.
Enjoy!
for Rachel and Kirk… as promised.
“Tighter!”
Kerke bellowed as he observed his maid lace Rachel’s corset. The extra tug on the coutil fabric pulled a ragged drag of breath from his wife’s tiny frame. She swooned as if to pass out and the maid paused with concern.
“Continue!” Kerke admonished with a flick of his walking stick, although intently watching Rachel’s face. It had turned a ghostly white and he wanted to be certain she could withstand the pressure on her midsection.
“I am fine, husband.” Rachel comforted, knowing he was concerned for her well being. The sweet lie declared itself as naturally as her beauty. She understood how Kerke loved to see her waist as thin as possible and she would happily bear any discomfort to satisfy his desires. Lowering her head and closing her eyes in an attempt to relax, she tightened her grip on the bedpost and readied herself to defeat another bold beckoning of unconsciousness.
The touch of Kerke’s hand in her long, thick auburn mane startled her from concentration, as she hadn’t heard him rise from his chair. She turned her head to beam at him adoringly as he stroked through her locks, caressing them with the utmost care and attention. He brought the soft, silky strands to his nose and inhaled deeply. The lavender herbs he had imported from France to use in her bath were worth every pound that was spent on them.
As he wound her hair through his fingers, he pulled her head backwards onto his chest and wrapped his free hand around her neck, cupping her throat. Together they could feel the erratic beating of her heart pounding through her veins beneath his touch.
The tightness of the corset coupled with her arousal from Kerke’s proximity sent Rachel into a tailspin of lust. She felt her body warming with need. The throbbing she was experiencing at the junction between her thighs was frowned upon in this era, but she had a wonderful husband who encouraged the exploration of her sexuality. Unlike most Victorian women, Rachel was allowed to express her enjoyment of making love and she did so enthusiastically.
Rachel looked pleadingly at her husband, eyes dewy with desire and to her delight, Kerke dismissed the maid with a wave of his hand.
Spinning Rachel into his embrace, he kissed her deeply on her berry-colored lips, winding his arm around the back of her waist. Erotic shivers surged through Kerke’s spine as he coddled the boning in her corset and his cock burgeoned with greed. Running his hands reverently up and down the tight binding of her bodice, Kerke’s need intensified and he growled, “Now, darling.” He took Rachel’s hand and gently assisted her down onto her knees.
Casting his eyes upon his bride, Kerke admired the red welts that had developed from the corset digging into her skin and he smiled with lascivious intent. The tightly woven fabric created a voluptuous swell of her pale white breasts and his cock twitched in a fervid surge of longing. He hastily unbuttoned his trousers and freed his distended member.
Rachel pounced on him immediately, wrapping her lips around Kerke’s protrusion. Carnal moans reverberated through the air, crashing into Rachel’s soul and she was reduced to a concupiscent femme fatale.
Kerke loved this side of her, the side she always kept hidden and carefully guarded. It was brought out by the simple realization that she was under his control. She knew she could be herself without feelings of shame or embarrassment. He had seen to that as soon as they were married, by encouraging her sexual prowess.
Rachel’s skilled tongue rolled over and around Kerke’s erection. Slick webs of saliva coated and lubricated her path of intention. His fullness fit perfectly into her mouth as she pulled him down her throat.
Drawing back and gliding the tip of her tongue along the underside of his penis, she paused at the head and teased him with little nips of her teeth. Cock jumping from her nibbles, she took it back into her mouth hungrily and sucked it into a vacuum. Reaching beneath and taking his balls into the heels of both hands, she wrapped her fingers up and around the base of his rod, firmly grasping the whole of his manliness.
Withdrawing again to the bell head, Rachel squeezed her lips around it’s ridge and flicked her tongue repeatedly, stimulating the sensitive nerve endings contained there. Drool running from her mouth, she gathered it with her hands and slid them up and down Kerke’s shaft.
Kerke’s head lolled back on his shoulders as he favored Rachel with verbal satisfaction in the form of a guttural moan from deep within. She felt her own body release new moisture at his pleasure and continued her craft with a steadfast, rhythmic perpendicular movement.
Guiding her head to stop at his cock’s tip, Kerke held Rachel motionless as he pushed quick, concise thrusts upon her swollen lips. He used her as a receptacle for his needs and it comforted her that she was allowed this privilege, as many of their genteel friends sought out whores for such service.
She concentrated on the barrage of sensations assaulting her body… Kerke’s fingers balled into fists in her hair, the salacious movement of flesh in her mouth, the restraining pressure of confinement on her midriff, the intense burden of strain on her knees.
She welcomed these feelings, identifying them with pleasure as her husband jerked convulsively into her. She swallowed his seed in gulps, savoring the bitter, piquant flavor of his essence.
Spent and weak on his feet, Kerke helped Rachel rise and lovingly guided her to the side of the bed, gesturing for his wife to sit with him. He positioned her so he could reach the back of her corset and began to loosen the laces. Rachel exhaled powerfully, relaxing her ribs.
When he finished, Kerke was flooded with emotion. He pulled her into his arms and held her tenderly, knowing she wore the corset only for him. “Thank You, Rachel.”
“You are welcome, husband. You know I would do anything for you.”
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Rachel
1 ounce Black Raspberry Liqueur
1 ounce Dark Crème de Cacao
1 ounce half and half
Add ingredients to an ice filled cocktail shaker. Shake vigorously. Strain into a chilled martini glass. Garnish with a fresh raspberry or a chocolate curl.
Enjoy!
Returning this week for your reading pleasure, guest writer
Kay Davis
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“Hurry up Zach!” giggled Katie as they sped down the highway weaving in and out of traffic. “I took the afternoon off to spend it with you, not with these slowpoke drivers.”
Although they had been dating for weeks, Katie wanted to hold off for a bit before taking the relationship to the next level. She had told Zach that if they were still together at the end of 30 days, her body would be his to do with as he pleased, but until that time they would both have to wait. After all, good things come to those who wait. They had amazing chemistry and their sexual tension had been building up for weeks. Katie and Zach needed relief soon. Now the wait was about to end.
“Finally!” Katie called out as the car came to a screeching halt in her driveway. “Now let’s get inside where I can do all sorts of things to you,” she giggled. Katie got out of the car and playfully started to unbutton her blouse as she danced backward toward the house. “Come and get it Zach,” Katie teased as she approached her front door. Zach ran toward her, grabbing and kissing her passionately as she attempted to unlock the door.
They ran down the hall to her bedroom and Zack removed his shoes and clothing at lightning fast speed. “You’re going to have to wait just a minute longer Zach while I change into a little number I bought special just for this occasion,” Katie said as she went into the master bathroom to change.
Last weekend Katie had spent hours shopping for the perfect thing to wear for this occasion. She definitely wanted to be sexy but she also wanted something that would be true to her personality as well. She was fun and cute not serious and sultry like some of the lingerie models in catalogues. She went from store to store at the mall and tried on many options but nothing seemed to quite hit the right note. Then she went to a little lingerie boutique across town and found something wonderful. It was a babydoll nightie in a deep marine blue with a flyaway front. The color complemented her peaches and cream complexion and the shape accented her curves just right. There were tiny polka dots in light blue and light green. The straps had a light green ribbon woven in that extended down coming across the fullest part of her breasts to meet in the middle and tie in a bow. It made her breasts look phenomenal and the polka dots and ribbon bow added just the right amount of whimsy. It was perfect – both cute and sexy – just like her.
Katie came half way out of the bathroom, giving Zach a coy look as she said, “I know you are only here to fix the cable but I could really use your assistance in the bedroom if you know what I mean.” Zach grabbed her, spinning her around and finally tossed her onto the bed while Katie laughed hysterically. “Yum, you look great,” said Zach as he passionately kissed her neck and began moving downward. How did I get so lucky? thought Zach. “I think I will start down south if that’s okay with you,” He said. With a nod Katie replied, “Yes, I think that’s a great place to start.”
Katie had tingles as she felt his face move down between her thighs. God she tastes amazing, thought Zach as he began enjoying her most intimate area. He loved being surrounded by her. He used his tongue gently at first and then slowly picked up speed and intensity until it danced wildly. Katie reached her hands down to pull his face more deeply into her as she moved her hips gently with his rhythm. Waves of vibration pulsed through her body and she felt herself beginning to spasm uncontrollably as she climaxed. Wow that was incredible. I want to make him feel that amazing too, Katie thought.
“God, Zach that was unbelievable,” said Katie. “Now I think I am going to return the favor and do some southern work on you.” Katie never liked giving oral sex in the past, but for some reason she was overwhelmed with the desire to give that pleasure to Zach right now. She started by teasing him with long slow licks along the entire shaft and it gestured in response, inviting her to take it into her mouth. She gently grasped the thick base of his shaft and took just the head into her mouth at first. She was imagining herself sucking on a tasty treat and she was enjoying the experience immensely. Then she took in a little further, stroking the head against her soft pallet going just a little more deeply each time. Finally she relaxed her throat so she could take in the shaft completely, prompting a groan of approval form Zach. Katie’s mouth moved rhythmically up and down the shaft and she was enjoying every minute of it. Damn she’s good at this, thought Zach. “Katie, I love this but don’t take me all the way. I want this experience to last and when I do climax I want to be kissing your beautiful face.”
Katie continued enjoying Zach’s body and decided to pick up the pace a little – just because she wasn’t supposed to take him all the way didn’t mean she shouldn’t get him close. Then Katie took her hand and began using it in concert with her mouth along the shaft. This combination of her firm grasp following her warm wet mouth up and down in perfect collaboration was bringing Zach dangerously close to climaxing right there in her mouth. “Wait, stop,” said Zach, “I’m really close so don’t move.” Katie remained perfectly still while Zach composed himself.
A minute or two later Zach gave Katie the all clear and she joined Zach at the top of the bed. Katie lay on her back as Zach began kissing her gorgeous breasts which made her practically beg for him to get inside of her. Zach was happy to comply with the request – this was the part he was looking forward to most. They both let out a groan of enjoyment as he gently thrust himself into her. She was warm and wet. She was an unbelievably snug fit as well. Katie was in heaven… She couldn’t believe how he filled her so completely.
Their bodies moved together perfectly – like they had been practicing the choreography for months. He kissed her passionately as he thrust into her even more voraciously. When Katie felt herself getting close she extended her legs back completely over her head so Zach could thrust into her as deeply as possible and she grabbed onto the headboard to give herself greater leverage as the thrusting intensified.
Her breathing increased and she said “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t you dare stop” as she felt herself approaching the grand finale. As she began to spasm more forcefully than ever before, Zach was overwhelmed by the sensation and reached his climax as he passionately kissed her mouth. His climax was more intense and lasted longer than any other he had experienced in the past with anyone else.
They both lay there exhausted and breathless, “You know you really are an amazing woman.” Zach said as he gave Katie another kiss. “Don’t you forget it,” Katie replied with a wink.
“Hey, it’s almost five o’clock,” said Katie, “if we hurry we can meet the rest of the gang for Happy Hour!”
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Blue Babydoll
(serves 2)
1 ounce Vodka
1 ounce Blue Curacao
1 ounce Blueberry Schnapps
1 ounce Sour Mix
Ginger Ale
Fill 2 rocks glasses with ice. Fill a cocktail shaker with ice. Add all ingredients to shaker except ginger ale. Shake until chilled. Strain equally into the glasses. Fill each glass with ginger ale. Garnish with a cocktail pick strewn with blueberries or a maraschino cherry.
Enjoy!
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I watch your essence drip from me
as I spread my legs over the cruise ship’s toilet bowl. Long pearly strands of silken mojo, your mojo, the stuff you just finished pumping into me with such enthusiasm … I’m letting it drip away.
It thrills me to watch it leave my body as it forms a tightrope between my cunt and the water. It holds me here without force. It mesmerizes me with its graceful motion and I don’t want to move. It is so dazzling in its simplicity that I don’t want to break the bond we share.
But it doesn’t care how I feel, it wriggles free and leaves me with a plop into the water, daring me to flush it away. Taunting me by swirling around itself as the molecules form a different union with its new surroundings.
The spell broken, I look up to grab a wad of paper and wipe it between my thighs. I clean your remnants from my body and flush your seed into the pipes to carry it out to sea. The fish will feed on the good protein of your cum. Devour and gobble it up like the gourmet delicacy that you are.
When I exit the tiny bathroom, you are still in my cabin, standing in the musky scent of our lust that clings to the room like thick fog on a bayou. I chuckle when I notice you hadn’t put on your pants, but are fully dressed from the waist up. The intense look of concentration on your face, as you stand in front of the mirror perfecting the knot in your tie and adjusting your Captain’s hat that was so unceremoniously thrown to the floor just an hour ago, is a priceless combination with your half-naked body.
That beautiful black cock of yours swinging freely between your burnt caramel thighs makes me want to drop to my knees and take it into my mouth, savoring you like the sweet chewy candy your skin color resembles.
I walk across the soft carpet as you watch my naked body move through the room and I settle my breasts on your back. Your smile in the mirror ignites the smoldering spark in me and I slowly encircle your muscular loins to cup your quasi rigid member in my hands. I stroke softly and slowly and the instantaneous twitch I feel in my palm triggers the same effect between my legs.
Turning from the mirror and twisting out of my grip, you guide me to the dresser and bend me forward over the cool granite top. As you run the flat of your hand over the roundness of my bottom I drop my head forward creating a curtain of hair that falls across my eyes, imitating a more welcoming opaque darkness that a blindfold would accomplish. I close them to concentrate on your touch and the longing moan emanating from my throat is your invitation to continue.
A sharp searing pain shoots through me as your hand lands firmly and completely on my ass. The heat radiating from your imprint has me unwittingly raising my rear, begging for more. The satin hardness of your erection against my thigh has me grinding backwards into you.
“Such impatience, my darling. You are being very naughty,” you hum as you step away from me.
The feel of your hand rubbing my most assuredly blossoming red ass cheeks relaxes me somewhat before another needle-like sting hits my bottom and a loud crack reverberating through the air hits my ears.
My breath quickens as I bite my lower lip against the pain.
I feel your stiffness push against me once more, but this time you reward me with slick moisture seeping from its head and rub it against my cunt. My own wetness co-mingles with yours and glazes the way to my core. My lips part invitingly as you push slowly inside of me. I can feel myself stretch around you, welcoming you in. The friction against my walls has you growing harder and I clench against you, extracting a throaty growl.
We rock together as you grip my hips, your fingers digging deep into my skin, holding me tight against you. I can feel my climax rising and I try to pull away from your body wanting to delay, but you wrap your arm around my waist pulling me close, “You aren’t going anywhere.”
You pause for a moment and I feel you flex inside of me, then push impossibly deeper before you withdraw slightly and bulldoze hard, forceful thrusts up into my belly. My orgasm wraps around me fostering cries of ecstasy and you drive harder and faster into me wanting to join the explosion.
“Come for me,” I whisper into the granite I lay splayed across, as the sounds of our bodies slapping together wrestle with the strain of our desire. Your thrusts jerk to short spasms as my words produce the intended effect and you grunt hard as you come inside me once more.
The weight of your body as you fall exhausted onto mine, presses my breasts into the hard dresser top and crushes the breath out of me. We laugh together as you lift yourself upright, pulling the tie that you worked so hard to knot perfectly, from the sweat that has slicked my back.
The warmth of your tongue tracing the indentation of my spine tells me that you’re not quite ready to get back to the bridge and take command of your ship like you just took command of my body. But, the cell phone reverberating in your jacket pocket declares otherwise.
It’s your First Mate, reminding you of your HAPPY HOUR duties.
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Caribbean Screw
1 ounce Coconut Rum
1 ounce Banana Liqueur
1 ounce Peach Schnapps
Milk
Orange Juice
Pineapple Juice
Add ice to a tall glass. Add rum, banana liqueur and peach schnapps. Fill with equal parts milk, orange juice and pineapple juice. Cover with a cocktail shaker. Shake vigorously. Pour all ingredients back into glass.
Enjoy!
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