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He watched as she bent over,
leaning into the tub to clean it, her pert round ass wiggling furiously in tight jeans.
“I’m dirty, too.”
“What?” She unfolded her body and turned around.
“I’m dirty, too. Will you wash me?”
He smiled at her exasperated look. It was one of his favorites; the tilt of her head as she put a hand on her hip and the slight drop of her jaw that parted her lips just so. “Do you know that you are beautiful when you look at me like that?”
“Like what? Like I want to cram this sponge into your hand so you can finish cleaning the tub yourself?”
His laugh was like drinking an elixir that soothed her nerves and washed away all frustration.
“Hey, I’m just trying to get clean. Will you wash me?”
“No.. I won’t wash you, I’m busy!”
“You don’t look busy.”
She sent the sponge arcing through the air, water pinwheeling in every direction to hit him in the chest with a wet splat.
“Look at what you’ve done,” he teased. “Not only will you have to wash me, but now you’ll have to wash the floor, too!”
“Like hell I will!” She pushed into him, heading towards the bathroom door.
“Oh, no you don’t.” He gathered her body into his, pinning her arms to her sides and crushed his mouth against the grimace she determinately wore. Her resolve quickly softened … dissolving like the soap bubbles left forgotten in the tub.
T-shirts, jeans, sneakers and socks were on the floor in an instant. Any heat of an argument washed away with the cool air on their exposed skin. A bold erection the only thing between them.
He walked her backwards until the porcelain of the tub pushed against her calves. She sat on the flat edge with a thump, eyes lined up with his glistening cock. Reaching forward and wrapping her hands around the thick base, she guided the head into her mouth. He immediately pulled away.
“No… I told you that I wanted to get clean, not get a blowjob.”
“Well, what do you want me to do then?” Frustration punctured every syllable.
He went to the linen closet, pulled a fresh washcloth out and ran it under warm water. “You can start with this,” he said, handing it to her.
Drawing it over his body from shoulder blade to shoulder blade, she washed his back until the cloth lost its heat, then returned it to the sink to run it under the warm water. She squeezed the excess out and ran it over his chest. He moaned and closed his eyes.
She continued to wash him like this … rhythmically, like a ballerina pirouetting across the stage to the beat of music played only for her.
It was an animal lust that she was moving to. An innate pulse keeping time with her actions. The washcloth was her caress. The water, her desire. She cleansed him with devotion and he responded with hunger.
His cock strained for her hips. Her cunt throbbed to be filled.
The chorus of their symphony clashed in their ears and they joined on the cold, wet tile of the floor.
Pumping, pounding beats filling the void… their appetite, a bottomless pit.
Their crescendo crashed into them like the ocean against the hull of a ship, beating maddeningly with the fury of a tidal wave.
They fell silent, a mound of flesh wrapped in the other, too exhausted to move until the drenched floor cooled their scorching bodies into a shiver.
He stood first and pulled her up gently by the hand, an arm wrapped around her waist, then turned on the tub faucet to rinse the residue of the remaining cleanser.
When it was clean, he closed the drain and scattered bath salts into it. The tub filled and the water steamed its lavender scented invitation. Stepping in, he guided her to join him, nestling her between his thighs as they sank into the welcoming warmth.
“Thanks for cleaning the tub, honey. The fruits of your labor never felt so good!”
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In The Bathtub
2 ounces Vodka
1 ounce Triple Sec
6 ounces Cran-Raspberry Juice
1/2 ounce Lime Juice
Splash of Sprite
Add vodka, triple sec and lime juice to a tall glass** with ice. Fill with cran-raspberry juice. Top with a splash of Sprite. Stir gently. Garnish with a lime wedge.
Enjoy!
** if you are taking this to the bath with you… make sure you use PLASTIC!!! 
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… for DC …
as per your request
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“Come here and fuck me,”
Drew said, throwing his keys on the chrome entryway table, his eyes as dark and shimmering as a star filled midnight sky.
Samuel was behind him in an instant, hand around his throat and biting Drew’s shoulder through his Ralph Lauren cashmere coat. Drew’s breath pushed from his lungs in an exhale that ricocheted off the exposed brick walls of their Manhattan loft.
In one swift movement, the coat was pulled from Drew’s arms and thrown to the floor, the upper half of his body pushed unceremoniously over the back of the Nubuck leather sofa. His head hovered inches from the glass coffee table as his chest lay wedged against the cushions. The antique silk pillows that were once intimately nested together, scattered like tumbleweeds to rest on the treasured round Oriental wool area rug.
He felt Samuel’s spongy hardness, the size of a softball, pressing against his trouser protected ass. “Take off your pants and fuck me, Samuel.” Drew’s demand ruptured the softball, transforming it into a thick blunt sword. One that needed its master to wield it properly. Now.
There was no pomp or circumstance in the way Samuel pulled Drew up off the sofa and turned him around before he pushed him to his knees in front of his groin. “Suck me first, bitch.”
Eyes flashing fiercely, Drew yanked on Samuel’s Dockers, popping a button and sending it noisily across the hardwood floor. Samuel’s cock sprung from its khaki scabbard and like a divining rod finding its treasure, aimed itself directly at Drew’s mouth. Yes, it knew where it belonged.
Drew took Samuel’s length fully down his throat, no time for hearts and flowery playfulness. That was just not on the agenda. Tonight, Drew wanted it rough and furious and with concentrated intent. He sucked viciously on Samuel, like a depraved Sybarite, adding nipping bites all around his shaft.
The sharp, needle-like pricks injected Samuel’s lust with fevered greed and he grabbed Drew’s thick white blonde hair, pulling him brutally up and down his cock. He didn’t care that he was gagging Drew, he saw the tears streaming down his cheeks produced from the clash at the back of his throat. He knew what Drew wanted… what he needed.
Samuel’s balls constricted and he held Drew stock-still as the all consuming thrill of climax crawled up his shaft. He didn’t want to come, not quite yet. He waited, fingers entwined in Drew’s now palm-sweat sticky hair.
Removing his member slowly from Drew’s mouth as he laboriously tried to suck him back in, Samuel gave a chuckle. “Let go, babe… it’s your turn.”
Drew popped up off his knees like an obedient jack-in-the-box, removed his trousers and once again folded his body over the back of the sofa. Spreading his feet and grabbing his ass cheeks, he invited Samuel to partake of his lean body and very horny booty.
Samuel was happy to oblige. He spit on his fingers and coated the head of his achingly hard cock, wet strands of saliva glistening seductively. Placing a hand on the top of Drew’s ass, he glided his thumb over the sphincter.
Drew moaned and pushed backwards. “You are such a tease,” he complained softly.
Positioning his member at the opening of Drew’s ass, Samuel pushed gently. Drew moaned again. Samuel pushed further. Drew pushed back. The head of Samuel’s cock suddenly popped inside and the two sighed in unison, each closing their eyes in pleasure.
“Fuck me, Samuel… fuck me.. hard.”
“Not so fast, cowboy,” Samuel admonished, as he pressed forward slowly then pulled back until only his bell head was inside.
“Please…”
“Oh, now… that’s more like it Drew… beg me.” Samuel thrust hard, sinking himself completely inside, then withdrew and thrust in again. Loud slaps sprang from the onslaught of flesh against flesh.
He draped himself across Drew’s back and reached for his cock, finding that Drew already had it in his hands. So he closed his palm over his and helped him stroke, matching each caress with a drive into Drew’s ass.
“Come for me Samuel. I want to feel your warmth inside. I want your cum to run out of my ass when I stand up.”
Samuel grunted and with three quick jerks, did exactly as Drew requested. He stayed buried in his lover’s ass, kissing his back and neck as Drew stroked himself to completion. They watched as thick strings of pearls streamed through the air to land on the back of the leather sofa.
“Boyfriend, look … the cleaning ladies will have something to talk about.”
Samuel pulled his withered penis out of Drew’s behind and an iridescent droplet slid down his leg to land on the rug. “And, now… so will the carpet cleaners.”
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Perfect Manhattan
2 ounces Rye Whiskey
1/2 ounce Sweet Vermouth
1/2 ounce Dry Vermouth
Angostura Bitters
Add whiskey, sweet vermouth, dry vermouth and a dash of bitters to a mixing glass filled with ice. Stir until the mixture is very cold. Strain into a chilled martini glass. Garnish with a lemon twist.
Enjoy!
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He is …
the Flame to my candle
the Black to my white
the Yin to my yang
the Night to my day
the Leather to my lace
the Moon to my tide
she is …
the nail to My Hammer
the brick to My Mortar
the ocean to My Beach
the piece to My Puzzle
the stainless to My Steel
and the finish on My Wood.
<grin>
You are…
the Half to make me whole
and the Key to my heart.
♥
♥ Happy Valentine’s Week! ♥
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Daydream Martini
(serves 2)
6 ounces Citrus Vodka
1 ounce Triple Sec
2 ounces fresh Orange Juice
1/4 teaspoon Bar Sugar (superfine granulated)
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