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I see them
and my bra suddenly becomes too tight. My chest spasms with sweet visions and I cannot breathe. You dare to awaken places with visible imprints and invisible hands. Fancy patterns cling where whispering motions once moved. Basement shoes to fuck on swaying hips and choking words.
I see them
and I am gone. Back, tripping clumsily down memory lane. Smooth sailing was never our way. No. Fifty Shades of Grey is more like it. Bumps, jarring potholes and loud growls are on the path we follow. It just suits us better. Doesn’t it?
I see them
and I am transported by reindeer to clover fields under the rainbow. Somewhere over them, too. Everywhere. Nowhere. Turn left and move through the looking glass. Yes, there. Now, everything is right.
I see them
and I see you.
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Black Rose
2 ounces Rum
1 tsp Sugar
Cold Black Coffee
Add rum and sugar to a cocktail shaker filled with ice. Shake until sugar is dissolved. Pour everything into a rocks tumbler. Fill with cold black coffee.
Enjoy!
Chuckling to himself,
He looked around their apartment. His mind was working in devious ways as his gaze traveled lazily across the room, taking in and appreciating its contents one by one.
Deep emerald greens of the forest and fiery ruby reds of a mountain sunset were woven into blankets, pillows and rugs carefully placed among cherished furnishings. He looked left. Over to his most prized possession. His favorite piece of art attached securely to the wall in a spread-eagle X.
She was blindfolded. Glistening beads of desire sparkled between her legs and the dancing light of the fire shimmered across her naked body.
He rose from the overstuffed leather chair and strode across the room to his life partner.
“Are you alright, pet?” The inquiry was as gentle as his fingers running along her throat.
“Yes, Sir,” she declared, drawing her bottom lip between pearly teeth. Her chest heaved, silently calling for a touch.
The Dominant Man obliged His submissive woman’s mute request with a quick tweak of both her nipples. Listening to her contented sighs, he unlocked the shackles surrounding her wrists and ankles.
“We are going to try out the new coffee table today, pet. I have something special in mind for you.” He guided her, still blindfolded across the room to the sturdy wooden piece positioned between the sofa and the fireplace.
Walking without sight was nothing new to her, she was used to having her eyes cloaked. It was merely one of the oddities of their relationship that had become routine in the decade they shared together. It heightened every single sensation she felt, and she loved it.
But, the recently acquired piece of furniture placed innocently in the room, was indeed something new. It contained innocuous drawers stealthily hiding not so virtuous toys.
He settled her ass dead center on the table and as he removed her eye covering, she came nose to tip with the head of his cock.
With a dramatic flourish, he tossed the blindfold over his shoulder. “Today’s lesson will be …”
The exaggerated pause was delivered as perfectly as a practiced game show host.
“… learning how to swallow!”
She rolled her eyes as if this was nothing new. “Sir… do You really …”
“Now, pet… if you insist on talking, I shall have to gag you. But, I know you enjoy that too. So… what to do… what to do…” He tapped his lips in mock contemplation.
He loved to tease her. Knew it wound her up. She was so easy to provoke and he enjoyed the game tremendously.
Bending down, he pulled one of the coffee table drawers open and drew out a ring gag and a leather hood. Her eyes widened with surprise and curiosity.
“Open up.” Placing the ring in her mouth, he secured the straps at the back of her head. Her teeth were now locked open by the circle of steel and saliva flowed almost immediately down her chin. “Very nice, slut. You know how I love it when you drool for me. So sexy.”
Next came the hood and she was once again shrouded in darkness. Her senses were on fire.
He pulled the lacing at the back of the hood very carefully, almost methodically. It was important to him to have it skin tight on her head. To mold the supple leather to her face. For him, seeing her like this was an incredible turn on.
Her skin was soft as satin as he lay her on the coffee table and ran his hands up her calves and into the V between her thighs. He could hear tiny gurgles in her throat as she gulped down her saliva. And he asked again… “Are you alright, slut? Are you learning how to swallow now?” She nodded her head. “Good girl.”
Goosebumps raised her flesh like dimples on a basketball when he flicked her clit. Another game he loved to play. The back and forth and the volley of power was an innate craving for him. And she played along … so … well.
Pulling open more custom drawers, he extracted black leather cuffs attached to steel chains anchored inside. Spreading her legs wide and placing stiletto clad feet firmly on the floor, he cuffed her ankles. With a slight pull, like on a seatbelt, the chains retracted into the drawers and held her legs tightly in place.
He did the same with her arms. Positioning them down the sides of the table and applying the cuffs. “Are you comfortable, slut?” She nodded again.
“Good. Because, along with learning to swallow properly today, you will also learn endurance. And by the way… you look delicious lying there. Like a feast. Fit for a King.”
Bending over her, he took a nipple in his mouth, sucking and licking until it responded with a firm acknowledgment of peaked flesh. “Such a good girl,” he murmured as he reached for the one not captive in his lips. His cock hardened, solid as granite.
Sitting back on his haunches, he watched the soft rise of her chest as she breathed through the mouth opening of the hood, her tongue pushing at the circle pinioning her jaw. He observed her forced swallows to control the flow of saliva and it pleased him greatly. She was performing this task very well.
But his mental admiration was cut short as his erection pulsed desperately. It demanded some business of its own be taken care of… now.
Crawling over her body, he poised his cock above her ring spread lips. His face hovering a skinny inch from her pussy.
“Quid pro quo, My little slut. My tongue for yours.”
Her neck stretched in vain as she sought what was suspended above her. Throbbing desires fueled her search. His breath on her clit drove her wild and she raised her hips trying to get closer to the source.
When two fingers replaced the humid warmth, she thrashed against her restraints, angry at the abandonment of anticipated pleasure.
A strap tightened across her forehead, locking her to the table. “Now your freedom is gone, pet. Your tongue is the only implement. How will you please me now, slut? How?? You get no tongue of Mine until I feel satisfaction from yours. I don’t care if you end up lying there all day!”
The game is technical. The excitement immense. He enjoys her frustration, teasing her with his cock, allowing her tongue only a tiny taste. And he laughs at her apparent annoyance at having to stop her efforts to consistently swallow her saliva.
The abrupt thrust of his tongue into her slit takes her by surprise. And the simultaneous rough push of his penis into the ring between her teeth nearly chokes her.
The back of her throat closes in an effort to thwart off the onslaught of his flesh. Her gag reflex kicks in and her chest heaves convulsively. She snots and snorts through the only available hole, her nose.
Then suddenly and without warning, the full throw of an orgasm consumes her. Under his tongue and under His control, she releases with fury, cunt clenching as rhythmically as a heartbeat.
Finally past the breathless choking and the fireworks absorbed in her core, her mind sharpens and she presses her tongue to the cock in her mouth. She relaxes her neck and takes his strokes as raw nerve endings open for her Sir. He thrusts hard and pumps his climax down her throat.
This time, the exertion of swallowing is effortless.
Removing himself from her, the Dom pants into her ear. “Well, my little slut … I will let you breathe now. It seems you have learned the lesson for the day … quite well.”
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Banshee
2 ounces 99 Bananas Liqueur
1 ounce Crème de Cacao
1 ounce Half and Half
Fill a cocktail shaker with ice. Add the liquid ingredients. Shake until frothy. Strain into a chilled wine glass.
Enjoy!
*** Mmmmmm… creamy chocolate bananas…! ***
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Cream Dream
2 ounces Vanilla Vodka
Ginger Ale
Cola (optional)
Fill a tumbler or rocks glass with ice. Add Vodka. Fill with ginger ale. Add a splash of cola if you like.
Enjoy!
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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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