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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!