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“What do you require to live up here?”
“I am not certain. I have never been out of my Father’s house, I do not know what it takes to live on one’s own.”
“What of medical needs… are there any?”
“I thought my Father wrote you of these things. Other than the typical doctors and dentist, I have no special aesculapian needs.”
“Dietary?“
“No… I am capable of eating what is considered normal foods.”
“I have specific … sexual … requirements. When your Father agreed to our arrangement, did he mention them?”
“Yes actually, he did. They do not seem odd. In fact, they seem quite intriguing. And I am interested in learning what pleases you.”
“Good. Very good. Let’s have our first lesson now… on the phone, so you will be ready for me immediately. Does that suit you?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Excellent. When you come to live with me, there will be times I may wish to use you at only a moments notice. Does this frighten you?”
“Absolutely not. Should it?”
“Perhaps.”
“I see. If it is something to be frightened of, would you like me to remember that and act accordingly?”
“No. I never wish for you to be alarmed at anything I do. Anxious, yes… but fearful, no.”
There was a long pause in the conversation then, as he tried to formulate his next thought and phrase it as delicately as possible.
“Before I ask you this next question, I want you to know that I will never maliciously hurt you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I know this.”
“Good. Now then, when I lay you on your belly in our bed and I pull on your hips, raising you up, I will slide 2 pillows beneath your pelvis to hold you there. Will this be comfortable for you?”
“I cannot imagine why it would not be. Yes, it should be fine.”
“I want you to spread your knees when I do this. To open yourself up to me.”
“Yes, I understand.”
“And, I wish for you to reach back and take hold of your ass cheeks and spread yourself wide.”
“Yes.”
“When you feel my thumb, do not jump from the cold lubrication I have put on it. This is necessary to do, so you will not have pain.”
“I shall try not to react suddenly.”
“I will tease you a bit, rubbing circles. Then push gently until your muscles relax. Slowly, I will insert my thumb a little at a time, drawing back and inserting a little more, until you can accept my whole digit.”
No words came from the other end of the receiver, only the softest sounds of labored breathing.
“My thumb pushes into you slowly, as I feel your hips respond with a push back. Do you think your hips will push back?”
“Oh, yes,” came the breathy answer.
“That is wonderful to hear and it was the response I was hoping for.”
“Tell me more, please?”
“I will continue pumping my thumb into you, my pretty one. Harder and faster, until you are wild with desire. And when your moans grow uncontrollable and your ass is juicy with need, I will remove my thumb and replace it with the head of my cock. Your body will still at this new invasion, but I will be gentle … at first.”
The mewl through the phone lines was almost imperceivable, but he could hear it, and was impressed with the response. He beamed with anticipation for their union.
“My cock head fills you and your tightness feels so good that I expand even more. I push steadily against your resistance … relax little one… let me in.”
“Oh, god… yes… enter me further!”
“I push again … and suddenly … I slip completely inside. My hips are pressed against your ass cheeks.”
The groan in his ear was loud this time and the panting that followed made him smile even more broadly.
“Are you touching yourself as you listen to me, my pretty one?”
“Yes.”
“I slide my cock slowly from you, almost all the way out … but, not quite. The head still remains inside. You push back at me, panting and gasping. Begging me… please … please. And I am willing to oblige your request. Gladly.”
“Oh… yes … please…”
“Your hips are mine now and I pull them into my groin. My flesh slaps your soft buttocks. Faster. Faster.”
He fondled his cock as he spoke into the phone. Hard, callous pumps on his aching flesh. The cry of release in his ear spurred his strokes. Stronger … faster… until, he too climaxed with a grunting moan.
They breathed heavy with each other for a moment, until he finally spoke.
“Ah … it seems to me we are quite well matched, don’t you agree?”
“Yes. I do believe so. I shall tell my Father that I am ready to be shipped to you.”
“Perfect! I look forward to it.”
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she’s perfect
3 ounces Italian Prosecco Sparkling Wine
1/2 ounce Chambord Black Raspberry Liqueur
1 ounce Cranberry Juice
1 ounce Orange Juice
Fill a rocks glass with ice. Add Prosecco, Chambord, cranberry and orange juice. Stir gently. If you feel you need a garnish… do so with an orange slice.
Enjoy!
“You take my breath away.”
“I know.”
Darby could hear the smile in Jackson’s voice through the phone. She envisioned him looking like a pirate who just scored the biggest bootie of his life. The curl of his lips, the confidence in his eyes… these were the things she longed to see everyday.
She missed him when he traveled. Which he did quite often. It seemed as if they were never together any more. She yearned terribly for his physical touch. Oh, the nightly phone calls were certainly helpful, but… she needed him against her.
“Darby?” His voice enveloped her like caramel coating a cashew. All she needed was the chocolate of his arms to seal her inside.
“Yes, my love?” Her voice sounded trapped in a tin can pinging through the echoing connection of her blue-tooth.
“I’ll be home in time for New Year’s Eve. I promise.”
A tear rolled down her cheek as she closed her hazel eyes. She wanted so much to believe him, but the nature of his job was that he was constantly on the road and the reality of it was that he never really knew exactly when he would be able to return home.
“Okay, Jackie.” She tried to keep her quivering tone from crossing the 900 miles to his ear.
“Listen, baby… I know you are having a hard time with me being away, but … this is what I want you to do for me. You know the bluff by the ocean that we love so much?”
“Yes.”
“I want you to go there on New Year’s Eve day, late in the morning after the sun has warmed the rock. Would you do that for me?”
“You want me to go to our spot without you?” The octave her voice jumped was enough of a shriek that she didn’t have to raise her volume at all for him to understand that his request was upsetting her.
“Yes, Darby. I want you to strip naked and kneel before the ocean. Think about me and my hands roaming over your flesh, cupping your breasts, squeezing your nipples.”
Darby closed her eyes and listened to his voice traveling through the airwaves. She felt her agitation quell as she listened to his instructions.
“Let my whispers tickle your ear. Hear my confessions. I love you, Darby… you are my life… you are my twin Soul … I want you cocooned in my arms forever.”
She melted at his words. Darby loved Jackson. She never wanted to be apart from him.
“Feel the ocean breeze on your face. Let the cool air glide over your legs. The wind will be my tongue flicking your cunt lips, drawing them between my teeth. Spread your knees wide for me, Darby…can you see me? Can you feel my head between your thighs?”
Jackson could hear her breathing deepen. He could envision his lovers mouth parting, her lips glistening from the swipe of her tongue. He saw her capture her bottom lip with her pearly whites. And he felt his erection grow and strain against the restricting denim of his pants.
“Jackie?”
“Yes, baby girl?”
“I can feel you,” she murmured across the chasm of land that separated them.
“I can feel you too, baby. Touch yourself for me. Show me how much you love me. Rub your clit, Darby. Your fingers are my tongue. I can feel you swell with need under O/our touch. I’m growing, too. Can you see me stroking my cock for you, Darby? Can you?”
“Yes, I can … Your cock is beautiful. So silky smooth, I want it in my mouth, Jackie. Can you feel me sucking it for you? Just the way you like it? Deep in my throat… and then pulling slowly up your length until my lips are just around the head. Swirling it in my mouth. Caressing underneath with my tongue and tracing the rim. Then deep again … all the way to the base, Jackie. Fuck my face, lover … hard, Jackie … take me … use me … “
Jackson’s groan of release spawned Darby’s liberation and they panted through their orgasms in unison … opposite ends of the rainbow apart.
Coming down from their lust filled high, Jackson again reassured Darby that he would be home for the New Year. “I need to feel you for real, baby girl.”
And this time… she believed him.
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New Year’s Eve
Champagne Cocktail
* 6 ounces chilled Champagne
* 1 sugar cube
* Angostura® bitters
Place sugar cube in the bottom of a chilled champagne flute and soak it with bitters. Fill with Champagne. Garnish with a lemon twist.
Enjoy!
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“God… your voice is sexy as hell.”
Riley cradled the phone with her shoulder, relaxed into the chair and slowly raised a hand to tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear. She closed her eyes and fed on the words coming through the receiver.
“What I wouldn’t give to be with you right now,” Jett crooned through the phone, thousands of miles away on the Amalfi coast of Italy.
His words fueled her desires, gave fan to her flame and caused a blush to color her cheeks. All the silly love clichés one could think of, she felt.
“Baby, I want to know what you’re wearing, I hope it’s that creamy white negligee I saw in your drawer the other night.”
Riley looked down at her torn t-shirt and cut-off sweats. “Actually Jett, it’s the pink one you bought me in the city last month.” The lie came out smooth as silk.
“Oh, ya … that one … I can see your nipples through that one,” Jett murmured, the smile on his face evident in his voice. “I like that one, it’s so soft… like your skin. Can you rub your skin for me?”
Riley ran her hands up and down her arms. “I’m rubbing.”
“That’s good. Can you play with your nipples through that sexy nighty?”
Riley leaned forward, pulling the phone from her ear and quickly dragged the t-shirt over her head, hoping Jett wouldn’t hear the sudden movements. She settled back into position and focused on his words.
“Are you rubbing your nipples for me, baby?”
Riley moved her palms over her bare breasts, causing the nipples to stand at full attention. “Yes.” She drew in a whisper of breath.
“Play with your nipples. Pull them and twirl them, pretend it’s me doing it.”
Riley obeyed, the lure of Jett’s voice and the twinges of desire enticed her to continue.
“I want you to move your hands down your belly. Tell me when you’re doing that.”
“OK, they’re on my belly.”
“Rub your belly for me. I love your belly.”
Riley smiled.
“I need you to move them down further … towards your heat.”
Riley exhaled sharply as she lay her hand on her pulsing core.
“I can hear that you’re there … you are there, aren’t you?”
“Oh, yes … I’m there,” Riley shuddered.
“Can you put a finger inside for me?”
Her sharp intake of breath answered his question.
“Now stroke yourself baby… faster … and faster … I want you to come for me.”
Riley complied eagerly.
“Oh, baby… I’m imagining your warmth … surrounding me … on my finger … on my mouth … on my … … “
Riley and Jett climaxed together… into each others ears … into each others heads … and into each others hearts.
The thousands of miles between them dissipated in that HAPPY HOUR moment.
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