She had me go down to the ocean and climb a bluff. 

The one with the iron embedded in it, like a twisted ruined bridge or something.  She said I was to climb up and hang over the edge… throw your inhibitions to the wind, let it take your hair and play a little.  And then you can be free enough to chase your dreams!

So, I did.  I hung on that piece of steel, waves crashing 100 feet below me.  I could almost feel the mist on my face.  Almost.  For just an instant, everything disappeared and I was floating.  Flying, more like it.  My thoughts spun and a smile pulled my cheeks wide.  I bared my teeth and growled.  I was free.  I was wild.  I was…

Shit.  The clang of the alarm ran jagged through my sleep, jolting me to a rude awakening.  Reaching towards the bastard thing, I slammed my fist into the molded plastic.  Of course, my luck being what it is, I pushed several books and my glasses off the nightstand in the process.

For crissakes.  Such a fucking lovely way to wake up.  Not.

I lay back on my pillow, trying to recapture the dream.  I remember standing by a bank of elevators in some hotel and a long-ago friend standing with me.   She told me not to use that set of elevators, that these over here were better and could take you higher.  I thought those elevators were private, I shared with her.  They are, she said with a cheeky laugh, tossing her long brunette hair.  It was a tinkling sort of chuckle.  The kind you think of when you read the word ‘melodious’.

My cock twitched as  I looked at her.  She was so unbridled.  So carefree.  A direct contrast to my stress tight clenched jaw of a three piece suit.   I had to have her.  But she was not going to be such an easy catch.  I could tell.  Or so I thought.

The elevator bell dinged and the doors slid open, inviting us inside.  She pulled my tie, leading me like a dog.  Well, I kinda am one, if you think about it.  Heh, aren’t all men?

We ended up against the wall of the lift.  Her back pressed into the Anaglypta like a paint roller.  I moved in for a kiss so swiftly her hand was trapped in between us, still gripping my tie.  My arms framed her like a cage, one on each side of her face, palms flattened against the decorated metal behind her.  We shook slightly as the elevator car rose.  Was it the sudden ascent or the heat of the moment?  Who cares.

Musk hung heavy in the air, filling the chamber with the heady fragrance of our lust.  It was driving me wild.  I wanted to ravish her right there and then.  I didn’t care the doors could open at any moment and strangers could walk  into our private party.  Let them in.  Let them look with their sideways glances.  Let them secretly wish it was them, dry humping in the elevator.

She reached up and latched on to my wrist with her free hand, caressing my watch.  Playing with the stainless steel as if it were a handcuff.  Sorry lady, this is my game now.

I lowered my arms and grabbed her hands, moving them around to the small of her back, my groin pushing into her hips.  Such alluring little hips.  Come to think of it, her whole body was small, very doll-like.  Perfect to play with.

I stared into the eyes of my captive.  She wasn’t moving.  She was waiting for my next execution.  Her sexy look said it all.  Do as you please.  Turn me on.  I’m yours for the taking.  Use me as you wish.  Ya… I could see all that written in her baby blues.

In one swift movement, I pulled her shirt and bra up and over her tits.  My lips hit their target before her throat had the chance to fully release its gasp.  Her nipples were already tight as I drew one deeply into my mouth, sucking as if my life depended on it.

Her moans mingled with mine as I reached under the hem of her skirt.  Oh, such a naughty girl!  No panties.  My sinister chuckle vibrated her flesh and it was as if I had uttered some magic words like “open sesame” or  “abracadabra”  because her thighs parted like the Red Sea.

And she was just as wet.  My two fingers slipped so easily inside.  No prompting necessary.  Like a sylph, she lifted herself en pointe and gyrated airily on my hand.  Tiny hips dancing tiny figure eights.

“Take my cock out.”

Slender digits obeyed quickly, unzipping my pants.  They closed around my shaft like insulation on a water pipe.  Snug enough to protect, yet loose enough to slide. 

My cock swelled menacingly under the friction.  It’s  purple engorged head was being slipped in and out of her fist like a piston.  I leaned in to kiss her, trying to take my focus away from the fireworks about to erupt down below.

Well, will you look at that.  The kiss worked exactly opposite on my little doll.  She came with a force so sudden, I thought her clenching cunt was going to force my fingers right out of her.  She luxuriates in her climax,  this little one.  Nice.  Very nice.

My turn.  I released her lips and closed my eyes, dropping my head back as she pumped me.  My breath came in huffs like a horse.  I could picture the flare of my nostrils and even some steam releasing as I raced to the finish line.  That’s it doll, like that.  Your technique is beautiful.

I came in her hand.  And all over her tits.  And, ya… on the wall too.  I could hear her delicious giggle through the haze of my release.  She was saying something.  I couldn’t quite catch it all.  Something about walking down to the ocean and climbing a bluff…

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Take me Higher

(adapted from @MOB514′ s Drunken Arnold Palmer))

3 1/2 ounces Limoncello

Unsweetened Iced Green Tea

Honey or Sugar  (optional)

Fill a tall glass with ice.  Add limoncello. Fill with iced tea. If desired, add sugar or honey to taste.  Stir well.  Garnish with a fresh mint sprig and a lemon slice.

Enjoy!