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“Really, Sarah…
I’m telling you, girl. He is too old for you!”
“20 years isn’t that much difference, Philly! Look at Ashton Kutcher and Demi Moore, they’re like a hundred years apart!” Sarah pushed the salad around her plate. She really didn’t want to argue with her co-worker. In her heart, she knew Philly was right, Dominic was far too old for her. But he made her feel so good! Couldn’t people see that? Didn’t that count for something?
“He’s going to chew on your heart, Sarah… shred it to pieces, then spit in on the ground and turn on his heel and walk away. He’s done it before. And he’ll do it again. It’s almost a guarantee.” Philly leaned forward, gazed intently into Sarah’s deep blue eyes and tried to impress upon her the gravity of their conversation. Sarah was so young and at 33 years old, still had a lot of growing up to do.
Sarah stared defiantly back at Philly, wondering why her love life was so important to her. “What’s it to you, anyway? Why do you care who I date?”
“Please, Sarah… just consider what I’ve said, I’d rather not see you get hurt, that’s all.” Philly couldn’t tell her friend that she too, had fallen under Dominic’s spell years before. He pursued her, wooed her and swept her off her feet. He wove his magic around her so completely that she would do anything he asked of her.
Anything.
Philly had fallen totally and absolutely in love with Dominic. He was the governor of her life. And still was actually, even though their intimacy had waned down to close friendship. She would always love him. All his faults, all his infidelities, all his wandering lust. She would be his… and he, hers… eternally. Like a collared pet with her master.
But, this wasn’t the reason she didn’t want her friend to be with him. If Dominic desired Sarah, he would have her, no matter what Philly said or did. This didn’t bother her, she accepted this about Dominic. Philly just wanted to protect her friend from the unneeded heartbreak. Okay, so maybe she was a little jealous. So what.
What really gnawed at the back of Philly’s mind, were the lies he always told. Why did he have such a hard time confiding in her? What made him feel she couldn’t handle the truth? Did he think he was protecting her?
She had committed her Soul to him from the beginning, what made it so difficult for him to reciprocate? Hadn’t she proven her loyalty time and time again? What could it possibly take to earn his faith? It drove Philly mad. Of all the non-conventional elements that were the foundation of their relationship, lack of trust was the one thing that did not belong. And yet, there it was.
”Philly?” Sarah’s voice and the scraping of her plate as she nudged it towards the edge of the table, interrupted her pondering. “Can we go, now? I really don’t want to talk about this anymore. You can’t possibly understand how I feel about Dominic and what you’re saying is confusing me and actually starting to make me a little angry.”
Reaching for Sarah’s hand, Philly stroked it gently. “Listen, sweetie… I DO know how you feel, believe me. But, sometimes when we’re overwhelmed with thoughts, we can’t think straight. You know? I’m just trying to look out for you. I don’t want you to get hurt!”
“YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND HOW I FEEL ABOUT HIM!” Sarah’s words hissed through the diner like a cold gust of wind and a few patrons sitting nearby turned to look their way.
Philly froze in her seat and deliberately eyed her friend. “C’mon, let’s get out of here so we can talk.” They paid their bill and left the diner, heading towards the park. The heat of the sun warming their faces as they walked in the cold autumn breeze, helped relieve some of the tension between them. When they were settled on a bench away from the noise of the traffic, Philly turned to her friend and confessed.
“I know what he can do, Sarah. He can charm the pants off of you. He pays attention to you when you feel lonely and makes your pussy wet as he whispers in your ear all the things he will do to you when he gets you alone. Things like gently caressing your nipples with his tongue, then maybe biting down just enough to draw a gasp of surprised pain.”
Sarah slumped against the park bench, chest rising with each heavy breath as she warily listened to her friend.
“He’ll reach inside your panties and stroke your cunt with one hand as he grabs the hair at the nape of your neck with the other. He’ll entwine his fingers through your long brown locks, the locks he told you he loves so much, then yank it backwards until you’re grunting with desire. That’s when he’ll bend his head to feast on your neck, sucking and biting until you beg him to move further down your body.”
Sarah was listening intently to her friend, now. It was like she was in her head and reading from a script.
“He’ll push his hardness against you, teasing.. until you reach for him. Then he’ll pull away and look at you with disgust. ‘Don’t touch me unless I give you permission,’ he’ll say sternly, yet in a very tempered tone. He’ll lean into you then, restraining your hands behind your back until he sees the compliance in your eyes. And you will comply, Sarah. He needs to be in control. Don’t ever think otherwise.”
Sarah closed her eyes and a long sigh escaped into the frosty air while Philly somehow described exactly what was going on in her life with Dominic.
“He’ll play with you like a toy. And that’s what you’ll be to him, Sarah. A toy. No matter how many times he uses the word Love. He’ll task you to do things that please him. Perhaps even things you would never have considered doing before. But, you do them… for him. Because you want him to be happy. Because you can’t stand when he isn’t. It ruins your whole world if he is displeased. So, you do things for him.”
Eyes still closed, Sarah leaned her head against the park bench. A single tear formed and glistened on her black lashes.
“And then he’ll reward you. He’ll give you his attention and gifts. He’ll give you his Love. Until you make him angry. Then he’ll give you hatred. He’ll ignore you and cause you anguish. He’ll crush your world. Sarah… you are my friend. Please, please, don’t fall into his spiderweb of promises. He’ll only hurt you.”
Sarah’s head was spinning. Philly’s words were like a red hot poker to her stomach. Surely, this man couldn’t possibly be as harmful as she was making him out to be. How could Philly know what kind of relationship she had with Dominic? She couldn’t! She angrily swiped away the lone tear. “I don’t know, Philly. I hear what you’re saying, but it doesn’t make any sense to me. Dominic is wonderful! And he makes me happy. I’m going to continue seeing him, despite what you say. So, please, don’t try to talk me out of this again, okay?”
“Fine, Sarah. Do what you want, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Philly’s spirit sank a little further and she shook her head sadly. If Dominic wanted to play with a young girl… a baby, as far as she was concerned, he would do it. No matter how much it hurt the other women in his life.
Philly was a seasoned pro at this by now. She had weathered a few of Dominic’s whims before, but in the end he always realized the treasure he had already captured and returned to her.
And so… she would wait for him again. Exactly where she belonged. Exactly where she was expected to be. Kneeling at his feet like the good girl he adored.
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<Lick><Kiss>
1 1/2 ounces Vodka
1/2 ounce Creme de Cacao
1/4 ounce Grenadine
3/4 ounce Milk
Add ingredients to an ice filled cocktail shaker. Shake until frosted. Strain into a chilled martini glass.
Enjoy!
*If You like chocolate covered cherries, You are going to love this drink!*
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For Trip X… because your comment challenged me.
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“That is one big boy.”
“Mmmm. Yes, I know. The bigger they are, the more they give. It’s why I chose him. He’s perfect. Don’t you think?”
“I suppose you’re right. He does have the height and weight qualifications. Shall we test his drive?”
“It isn’t necessary, Rora. I’ve dealt with him before and he is more than satisfactory in his response.”
“Ah, yes, Marin… good point. Let us proceed at once then.”
Mark stopped dead in his tracks, a huge smile blooming across his face as he watched the two scantily clad women cross the street and angle towards him. Reaching for the lawnmower lever, he pulled it back until the engine sputtered and stalled out. Beads of perspiration forged a path down his temple as Mark’s heart pounded like a drum leading warriors to battle. The twinge pulsing in his pants kept time with the heady beat in his chest.
“Marin! How is your beautiful self?” Mark asked, arms extending towards her. The embrace never had a chance as Rora swept in between them and crushed her lips to his.
Her intoxicating scent overwhelmed every nerve in Mark’s stunned body and sent his libido into overdrive. He compulsively circled his arms around the strange beauty in front of him and returned her passionate kiss, senses reeling from her vigorous assault on him.
Rora felt the first tendrils of Mark’s emotions stirring in his groin and she perceived the colors of his aura creeping along the edges of her vision. Inhaling deeply, not wanting to miss even the tiniest bit of his energy, she pushed her tongue deep inside him reaching for more.
Her cravings were rewarded as he wrapped his tongue around hers and dizzying shades of orange, red and blue swirled about her mind as she drank in his rich emotions.
Mark grasped her tightly and pulled her against his growing erection, moaning into her mouth. His knees buckled under a curious light-headed feeling as his mind became paralyzed with lust and Rora ground her hips into his.
Marin watched passively as Rora fed on the overabundant wealth of Mark’s excitement. When she noticed his physical weakness brought about by Rora’s gluttonous actions, Marin realized she had to step in. “Why don’t we all go inside?” she suggested quietly, pressing her breasts against his back and reaching across his shoulders to caress Rora’s hair.
Reluctantly removing herself from Mark’s embrace, Rora smoothed her hands over her hips, tossed her auburn mane and cleared her throat. “I suppose you are right, Marin. Yes, quite a good suggestion. Shall we, then?” she panted, turning on her heel.
Swaying like a drunk, Mark swung a glazed look towards Marin, his bright smile returning and softening his face into cuddly teddy bear features. “How are you, Mar? It’s been so very long since I’ve seen you. That’s quite the friend you’ve brought with you this time, such a great surprise!”
Moving his hands to his crotch and adjusting the bulge in his pants, Mark lurched forward intending to head inside. He wanted to claim the luscious prize that was prematurely ripped from his lips.
Marin returned his smile and reached out to catch his arm as he stumbled past her. A lightning bolt of pure hedonistic longing forged a beeline straight to her core and a surge of energy landed directly on her sex, taking her breath away.
Pausing for a moment, eyes closed, she lapped up the milk and honey of the sensations like a starving alley cat. She needed to get this powerhouse of carnal delight in private and tugged viciously on his arm, nearly dragging him off his feet towards the house.
Inside, Rora languished naked on the sofa, full breasts heaving as one hand stroked her body and the other crooked a finger, beckoning them forward. Marin shed her few garments and helped Mark out of his hastily tangled mess of sneakers, t-shirt and shorts.
Mark’s breath came loud and heavy as Rora parted her legs and he caught a glimpse of her glistening desire. He nearly tripped over himself as he bolted across the room and fell to his knees at her feet.
Looking up into Rora’s eyes, his hands snaked around her thighs to grab her ass and he lifted her hips to his mouth, burying his face in her pungent sex. He licked hungrily, greedy for her taste as her juices flowed like wine into his parched mouth.
Rora filled herself with the colorful feelings of his lust and already neared her climax. But Mark wasn’t ready for this to end… oh no, not yet.
He pulled his mouth from her and using his fingers, gently spread her pink velvet lips. He pushed his tongue deep inside her core and Rora bucked her hips against him. Mark found her clit with his thumb and pressed in steady circular motions. He was driving Rora mad and she desperately cried out her plea.
“Let her come, Mark,” Marin whispered hotly into his ear as she reached down to cradle his erection in her warm, soft hands. Mark groaned into Rora’s pussy and the vibration sent her over the edge. She climaxed with fury into his mouth as Marin stroked his hardness.
Spent but not yet finished, Rora pushed on Mark’s shoulders until he lay prone on the floor. Marin relinquished her grip on his manhood and Mark grunted as Rora lowered herself onto his twitching staff. The scent of sex was strong in the air and the girls gorged themselves on the visceral juices of life.
Heads swimming in ecstasy, the three formed a union as Marin cupped Rora’s breasts in her hands and positioned her cunt above Mark’s face. Without hesitation, Mark flicked his tongue against her clit as she straddled above him.
Rora road Mark’s cock as she leaned to grasp Marin’s nipples between thumb and forefinger, twisting and pulling and eliciting animalistic moans.
Mark’s balls tightened as the onslaught of orgasm scorched its way to the tip of his penis. He stilled for a moment before thrusting quick and hard up into Rora. She felt his cock engorge and her cunt was filled completely. She clamped down as his spasms jerked inside her.
Marin, spurned on by the heightened intensity, shot to her own climax, filling Mark’s mouth and face with her essence.
The three lay together on the floor with limbs entwined, exhausted and content. Mark pulled the girls close and grinned happily as he reflected on the realization that his dream of having two women at once had come to fruition.
The two female Sympaths snuggled into his arms and fed on his happiness. They were extremely satisfied with the energy exchange that had occurred and looked forward to a future visit.
“Next time ladies,” Mark said, taking turns kissing each on the forehead, “don’t wait so long to come see me.”
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Sweet Patootie
2 ounces Gin or Orange Gin
1 ounce Triple Sec
1 ounce Orange Juice
Add ingredients to a cocktail shaker filled with ice. Shake until frosted. Strain into a chilled martini glass.
Enjoy!
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* Sympath – as defined by JR Ward in her Black Dagger Brotherhood series: .. characterized by the ability and desire to manipulate emotions in others (for the purposes of an energy exchange).
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His face is magnificent
under those brooding dark eyelashes. The olive skin of European dreams peeking out from under his crisp linen shirt, sleeves rolled nonchalantly half way up his very muscular forearms. His bold tattoo silently shouting, I dare you… ask me what I mean.
I can easily envision him in my bed, snug against my back and those tawny arms wrapped around my naked white waist. His hot breath lingers in my ear, whispering sweet nothings in Italian because he knows those foreign words would be enough foreplay for me. His firm cock is nestled against my ass pressing insistently and inquiring without words if I’ll let him in.
I feel my body tremble, even now in my daydream, as I bask in the vision of his masculinity. The scent of him is an intoxicating blend of sex and animal and raw power. He creates a lust in me that I haven’t felt in a very long time and I want to growl like an untamed savage.
Look at that chiseled face with that oh so sexy bit of stubble left on his dimpled chin. He is a god, this man, slunk in the corner of my coffee shop. He lurks there in the shadows. Not with bad intent, mind you, he just sits there reading or people watching. Every now and again, he’ll reach across his newspaper to check his vibrating smart phone and do a bit of typing into it. Probably twitter, is my guess, most of my patrons are into the social media of the day.
No, he’s not a safety concern. My intentions are far more sinister than I imagine his are. I gaze mesmerized at the exquisite specimen before me as he sips provocatively on his espresso, that beautiful mouth nurturing the lucky porcelain demitasse cup. The sharp pain in my lower lip awakens me to the fact that I’ve unconsciously drawn it into my mouth and I let the flesh glide slowly from the biting embrace my teeth have on it.
I imagine him at my cunt with those full red lips. My legs fall open, but not far enough for him. No, he wants me as distended as possible and he brings his hands to my inner thighs, pushing me wide. My breath hitches in anticipation.
He kisses those thighs he so gently parted, first one side then the other. Small peckish kisses as he works his way from my knees up towards my torso. His chin stubble draws a delicious scratch across my skin and I receive the slight roughness with a blissful sigh. His tousled mane, so soft and midnight black brushes my leg with each turn of his head and a nervous giggle erupts in my throat as my fantasy pokes reality in the belly.
My tattletale noise catches the attention of the object of my musing and he glances up at me from behind his paper. I can see a twinkle of curiosity sparkle in his crystal blue eyes as he flashes a warm inviting smile. Flushing severely from getting caught staring at a customer, I abruptly back up to turn away and bump against the stack of water glasses on the counter behind me.
The deafening crash awakens the subtle hum of the coffee shop and I alternate between trying to hide my face and catch falling cups. I am utterly unsuccessful doing either task properly and I finally give up, letting gravity take it’s toll. In a chaotic jumble the glasses roll around but none fall to the floor or break, thank goodness. My flush turns from pink to crimson as an embarrassed heat courses through my body.
Finally settling everything back in order, I busy myself wiping the nonexistent crumbs from the counter. I’m hoping that everyone around me has gone back to what they were doing before my bumbling blunder of a spectacle. Although, even with total humiliation hitting my ego full force, I can’t help but return to my wishful thinking.
Risking a glance, I take a quick peek at the gorgeous male sitting in the corner. Pulses hit my groin with the power of a jackhammer and I slump against the counter as a ravenous hunger for his body consumes me. My god, I want that man in my bed.
… Slowly making his way up each thigh, he finally arrives at my cleft. My need is evident as I greet his mouth with my leaking desire and his thick tongue laps at my warm, moist sex. Fireworks flash behind my closed eyes as he partakes of me like I am his only nourishment. Feed, my Italian… feed.
When he wraps his hands around my hips and squeezes my bones, I lift my ass in praise of his admiration and I can hear his muffled grunts of longing. He squeezes my hips harder as if he cannot contain his worship and fondles them like a prized possession he worked very hard to own.
He sucks the folds of my pussy into his teeth and nibbles gently. I melt against his face and he laps at the fresh flow of dew escaping from my core. He is devouring me and I can’t get enough. I push my cunt onto his tongue and feel the first surge of my climax spreading across me.
My breath quickens and the muscles in my legs tighten to ready themselves for the onslaught of orgasm. A mewl escapes my throat and I realize I am not in bed with my magnificent centerfold of a man, but I am standing in my coffee shop, surrounded by people! Oh, god!
Coughing to cover up the conspicuous noises of my very real fantasy, I don’t dare look around to see if anyone is within earshot. The humiliating flush of embarrassment covers my skin once again as I wipe my sweaty palms against the coffee stained apron tied to my waist.
“Excuse me, please?”
I turn to look into one of the most glorious faces put on this earth and my panties catch the real drips my daydream left behind. “Hi.. uh… hello … um… what can I do for you?” I stammer like a shy child trying to ask an undiscerning bully where to find the bathroom.
“Forgive me for being so bold, but… you are a most beautiful woman and I would love for you to join me later. If you like, we could enjoy some wine and cheese in the park.” His accent rolled with the force of a tidal wave across my skin and deposited it’s moisture in my already soaked silk.
Swallowing with great difficulty and trying to keep the drool contained in my mouth, I smiled demurely as I pondered telling him that I have a thing for Italians.
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Italian Coffee
2 ounces Amaretto
Hot Black Coffee
Add liqueur to a mug. Fill with coffee. Stir. Top with whipped cream. Sprinkle with shaved almonds.
Enjoy!
The hitch and throb in Maya’s center started just as Billy Idol’s voice came through the radio singing White Wedding.
How perfect is that?
Ankles cuffed tight, key encircling nipple, blindfold snug, band of steel across her throat and a roll of energy building in her groin.
Billy… sing to me honey.
Maya’s heartbeat accelerates like a steam engine as her lids flutter behind the eye mask and her mouth parts, gasping for air.
Tongue slicks over lips as she raises her neck, straining against cold metal. Delicious.
Pulses tightening in her core play like a rhythmic back-beat to Billy’s lyrics and she grinds provocatively to the tempo, the vibrator held delicately on her clit.
Heat advances from the Y of her thighs up her belly, tightening her nipples and explodes into her brain. She knows its coming… the climax, the peak, the pinnacle, the zenith. She can feel it build… course through her body like a flame on a thin trail of gasoline scorching everything it passes over.
“Come for Me, Maya.”
Yes, Billy… I will. Her body bloats with the onslaught, then extinguishes the fire with the muscle smothering, body shaking tightening of an immeasurable contraction.
She calls out her burning orgasm to the sunlight filled room, the warmth of which kisses her cheek like a hot palm. White Wedding ends and Billy croons Eyes Without a Face, as they both lament the end of their rendezvous.
Breathing back to normal, blindfold removed, key retrieved from her nipple, Maya unlocks the cuffs from her ankles. Hmmm, I was never given those manacles Billy promised me. Aahhh, such is the life of a rock star … the thrill of the chase forgotten, the promise of the capture overlooked. Male .. can’t see the treasure for what it is. I still love you anyway, Billy.
The steel around her neck is the last thing she removes. She likes it there.
Perhaps she’ll keep it on and wear it as a necklace.
Perhaps.
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