Roses are Red
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Posted:Jul 29, 2015 8:04 am
Last Updated:Aug 24, 2015 6:37 am
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Roses are red, nuts are round;
Skirts are up, panties are down;
Belly to belly, skin to skin;
When it's raining, stick it in!
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Unfaithful Husband!!!! :))
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Posted:Jul 29, 2015 7:58 am
Last Updated:Aug 24, 2015 6:37 am
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Not too long ago, there was a woman who wanted to know how her husband would react if she left without telling him where she had gone. She decided to write him a letter saying she is tired of him and didn't want to live with him anymore. After writing the letter, she put it on the table in the bedroom and then climbed under the bed to hide until her husband got home.
When he eventually came back home, he saw the letter on the table and read it. After a few moments of silence, he picked up the pen and added something to the letter. Then he started to get changed, whistling happy tunes and singing and dancing while he did so. He grabbed his phone and dialed a number. His wife listened from under the bed as he started chatting to someone.
"Hey babe, I'm just changing clothes then will join you," he said. "As for the other fool, it finally dawned on her that I was fooling around on her and left. I was really wrong to have married her; I wish you and me had met earlier. See you soon, honey!"
Then he hung up and walked out of the room. In tears and very upset, she climbed out from under the bed and stumbled over to read what her unfaithful husband had written on the end of her letter.
Through teary eyes, she read: "I could see your feet you idiot, I am going out to buy bread."
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Alchohol Tolerence
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Posted:Jul 29, 2015 7:55 am
Last Updated:Apr 16, 2024 12:45 am
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Easy steps to check your Alcohol tolerance:
Drink 1st peg and check the photo of your wife in your wallet.
Drink 2nd peg and do the same thing.
Drink 3rd peg and recheck.
Drink 4th peg and recheck.
If your wife starts looking beautiful, innocent & attractive, stop it there and there itself. These are indications that you have consumed alcohol more than your normal capacity and its time to go home.
Statutory Warning:
If your wife starts looking beautiful, sexy and innocent in the 1st peg itself, than you're checking some one else's wallet!
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A Perfect Girl!!!
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Posted:Jul 29, 2015 7:54 am
Last Updated:Aug 12, 2015 11:47 pm
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A friend asked a gentleman why he never married?
Replied the gentleman, "Well, I guess I just never met the right woman... I guess I've been looking for the perfect girl."
"Oh, come on now," said the friend, "Surely you have met at least one girl that you wanted to marry."
"Yes, there was a girl... once. I guess she was the one perfect girl; the only perfect girl I really ever met. She was just the right everything... I really mean that she was the perfect girl for me."
"Well, why didn't you marry her," asked the friend.
"Unfortunately, she was looking for the perfect man."
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Joke of the Day!!!
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Posted:Jul 29, 2015 1:46 am
Last Updated:Aug 12, 2015 11:47 pm
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An extraordinarily handsome man decided he had the responsibility to marry the perfect woman so they could produce beautiful beyond compare. With that as his mission he began searching for the perfect woman.
Shortly thereafter he met a farmer who had three stunning, gorgeous daughters that positively took his breath away. So he explained his mission to the farmer, asking for permission to marry one of them.
The farmer simply replied, "They're lookin' to get married, so you came to the right place. Look 'em over and pick the one you want."
The man dated the first . The next day the farmer asked for the man's opinion.
"Well," said the man, "she's just a weeeeee bit, not that you can hardly notice... pigeon-toed."
The farmer nodded and suggested the man date one of the other girls;so the man went out with the second . The next day, the farmer again asked how things went.
"Well," the man replied, "she's just a weeeee bit, not that you can hardly tell... cross-eyed."
The farmer nodded and suggested he date the third girl to see if things might be better. So he did.
The next morning the man rushed in exclaiming, "She's perfect, just perfect. She's the one I want to marry."
So they were wed right away.
Months later the baby was born. When the man visited the nursery he was horrified: the baby was the ugliest, most pathetic human "thing" you can imagine. He rushed to his father-in-law asking how such a thing could happen considering the beauty of the parents.
"Well," explained the farmer, "She was just a weeeee bit, not that you could hardly tell... pregnant when you met her."
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This question i got from friend of mine. and the answer i gave to him.
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Posted:Jul 29, 2015 1:44 am
Last Updated:Aug 12, 2015 11:47 pm
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Question. I masturbated on July 21 at 4 pm and after urinating, I washed my penis and took a bath. Then before going to meet my girlfriend, I washed my penis again with soap at 7 pm. Later when I reached her place, we began watching a movie. Then she slid her hands into my pants and began stimulating the head of the penis at around 7:30 pm. But that’s all she did. She didn’t help me with masturbation and I did not ejaculate either. Then I thought I should pleasure her too, so I inserted my index finger into her vagina and in the heat of the moment, I also inserted my middle finger. I want to know if this can lead to pregnancy? Does she need to consume a contraceptive pill? And will doing so have any side effects?
Answer. It is most unlikely that she will get pregnant. For her safety, let her take an i-pill within 72 hours of an untoward event. She might, however, experience nausea.
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Keeping a Mistress!!!
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Posted:Jul 28, 2015 3:34 am
Last Updated:Apr 16, 2024 12:45 am
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A Singapore millionaire secretly maintained a mistress in Hong Kong, bought a posh sea view apartment (in his own name) for her to live in, plus gave her a monthly allowance of US$5,000.
The house cost him about US$700,000 in 2005, the affair lasted for 5 years.
He sold the house this year for $3.8 million, after they broke up. A quick calculation shows that after 5 years of a fling with the woman, he still had a net gain of $2.8 million plus six years of FREE LOVE.
When his wife found out about this, he offers the $2.8 million to her. But she was still not happy... and she was very mad at him and gave him a big mouthful.
She yelled at him at the top of her voice and said, "BLOODY IDIOT, STUPID FOOL, Why the hell didn't you keep TWO MISTRESSES !!!
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Sexy Freind Shweta - Part II
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Posted:Jul 28, 2015 3:33 am
Last Updated:Apr 16, 2024 12:45 am
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After this experiance, he would become very desperate. After a while, I slept off. We didnt repeat the shower scene, but used to sex-chat a lot.Almost every night I would masturbate either talking to him or dreaming about him. I knew we would meet as soon as I returned to India and the sex would be so steamy that it would run a steam engine for a few hundred kilometers, if not more!
In anticipation, I even got my pubic hair removed through the laser treatment. it cost me a bomb, but I had a part time job, which I hadnt told my parents about. So I used up almost the entire earnings of 8 months (I was working before I met him) for that purpose.
Even after all these months of sexting, I hadnt seen his dick, nor had he seen my pussy. We were saving the best for the D-day. He had just told me that his tool was 9 inches when fully erect. Ummmmm...my mouth and my vagina both watered when he told me that. Even my vibrator was just 7 inches and had faithfully given me a lot of pleasure.
I knew, when we met, he would claim me like a caveman and mate with me like an animal. Night after night, I would see pure carnal desire in his eyes and his face while he shagged away like nobody's business. He would describe in detail about when we would finally meet, how he would fuck me, and in what positions.
He seemed to remember my body quite vividly from the shower scene, and he shared his fantacies of tormenting me by biting the mole on my right breast this way and sucking the birth mark on my lower back that way. One day, I had an orgasm just by hearing his voice, seeing his mad eyes and listening to his fantacies.
He was touching 40 but had a body and sexual need of a 30 yrs old man. I wanted to see how much sexual energy he had in him. He was a divorcee for the past 8 years and although he had had a few casual flings, he said his sexual needs were far from getting satisfied. I wanted to fuck this animal sitting in front of me, although being thousands of kilometers away from me.
Just a week before I left to India, I got a tatoo done just above my left ass cheek saying "All Yours". I didnt show that to him, neither did I tell him. I wanted to see his face when he saw it on me.
Soon the day came to leave for my motherland. The past few months had increased my anxiety to reach home and I was relieved that the wait was soon gonna be over. I was going to Mumbai and after a week, on the pretext of a friend's wedding, I would go to Delhi to be with him for 3 days and 3 nights of marathon sexathon!
The week in Mumbai just flew off and I didnt get much time to chat with him. We just watsapped each other a few times and just before boarding the flight to Delhi I called him. His voice was shivering in anticipation of what would ensue in just a couple of hours...
He had taken up a hotel room and and forwarded me the details. He had also arranged for a cab to pick me up at the airport and drop me at the said hotel. There were butterflies in my stomach all through the flight and by the time of landing, my legs were abandoning me and I was in a good mind to return to Mumbai, and probably even to New York! I was so nervous.
But there was an invisible magnet between us, so strong, that whatever I did, I wouldnt be able to go back now. I saw the driver with my name card. I waved at him and took a deep breath and walked briskly towards him. He smiled at me, and I wondered if he was used to doing this service for this particular of his.
I chided myself at this though, saying this is none of your business, Shweta and allowed him to take my suitcase from me. On my man's insistance, I was wearing a short skirt, showing ample of my legs and a spagetti top. Beneath that, I was wearing the same bikini top and bottom. I had changed into this attire soon after landing at the Delhi airport.
The one and a half hour drive to the hotel seemed never ending. We reached and I took the suitcase and tipped the driver. I went straight to the elevator and pressed '4'. My heart was pounding against my chest and was sure my heartbeat would have been audible to the others, had they been present. I walked to room 410 and knocked.
I could hear footsteps and my heart started racing to a mile a minute. I saw the knob turning and I just wanted to turn around and run, but my feet betrayed me and they just wouldnt move. Suddenly he was standing in front of me. For what seemed like eternity, we stood staring at each other. I became aware of my heavy and short breathing and suddenly, he pulled me inside.
He closed the door and whispered "Shwetaaaahhhhh". And I said "Mohitttttt....". His mouth came crashing down on mine. I shut my mouth tight..and with his mouth still on mine, he pressed my cheeks hard with his right hand. The sheer force made my lips open and from then on began his carnage of me.
He started kissing me hard. I dropped the suitcase on the floor and reciprocated with equal voracity.My palms went into his hair and I pushed his head further towards me. This made him more hungry for me and started sucking my lips and tongue really hard. His hands were all over me. He started feeling my thighs, my back, my breasts and then he came to my neck.
With a jerk, he pulled the string of my halter bra and that very instant my breasts sprung loose inside my top. I moaned loudly inside his mouth. He dislodged his mouth just for an instant to look at me and started again. Then slowly he started sliding his right hand beneath my skirt. I was becoming hot and slowly started burning inside.
With his lips still on mine and his tongue still exploring the insides of my mouth, he moved his thumb on my pussy over the bikini. "Ohhh...." I moaned. He again looked up and saw me looking like a slut with my mouth open and eyes closed. An expression of raw desire written all over my face.
"Oh...you like it huh?" He said and again ran his thumb over my pussy above the fabric of the bikini. he started playing with the string of the bikini bottom and acted as though he was about to pull it open. Oh how I wanted him to! But he didnt. He left it and slid his hands inside my top onto my back. He slid my spagettis down my shoulders and started caressing my neck.
He was still kissin me. Our smooching went on for about 20 mins while he kept exploring my body as though he hadnt felt a woman's body before. He again slid his hands under my skirt and started feeling my upper thighs. He was totally avoiding my ass area, the thing that attracted him the most.
He again felt my vagina over the cloth and teased me like before by acting to pull open my bikini. I pulled away my mouth and pleaded "Please remove it and feel me, Mohit. I am waiting for you." He laughed. "Not so soon, honey". Immediately I started to pull open the strings and he immediately held both my hands with sheer masculinity.
He took my hands, raised them above my head, pushed me to the wall and pinned me to it. He looked at me and said "I am your caveman, remember? I am going to mate you today." I was already on the verge of my first orgasm and when I heard that statement, I shuddered and started rocking. He realised what was happening and immediately bit me hard on my neck.
He pulled my hair and made me arch my back and started biting and sucking my nipples over my top. His saliva made a wet
patch on the fabric on both sides. It felt cold on my hot body. I was still shuddering. My orgasm was continuing. With his hands now holding my hands above my head, pinning me to the wall again, he bent down and pulled up my top with his teeth to expose my stomach and navel. He started biting me there.
When he licked and bit my navel, I shuddered and rocked uncontrollably and my back arched. A few seconds later, my orgasm ended and I just wanted to fall on him. But he wouldnt let me rest. He used his strength to keep me pinned to the wall. "Mohit, let me..." He didnt let me finish. With his hands still on mine above my head, he brought his lips on mine and crushed my mouth beneath his.
He pressed his crotch to my vagina and I could feel his erection under all those clothes. It was pure heaven! His kissing was now hurting my lips. I was sure my lower lip was bleeding...but he just kept licking and biting and sucking. There was no softness about the smooches. It was all rough and animalistic. He was an animal during the act of mating. He was brutal and I loved it.
If his mouth was not on my mouth, it was on some part of my body biting or sucking...but tormenting me. Suddenly he looked at me and freed my hands. "Shweta I am going to loose all control of myself now. You have driven me to this point. I am going to tear you apart and fuck you like a posessed male. Dont tell me I didnt warn you before."
I shuddered at the thought that there was still more craziness left in him! With that he pulled my top over me and threw it on the floor. My bikini top was anyway free from the neck and was only tied on my back. He untied that as well. Before he could hold my hands tight again, I started pulling his t-shirt over his head. He helped me and we were both standing topless in front of each other.
I was speechless looking at this thing in front of me. He had a tout, well muscled chest and the nipples had gone hard. His abs didnt have 6 packs but definately had at least 2 packs and were flat at the navel area. He was wearing a low rise jeans which hung loosely at his hips. I tried to unbutton his jeans and he immediately held my hands. "Not so soon, bitch!"
He again pinned me to the wall with my hands raised above my head and started eating my breasts (literally!) Crushing, sucking, nibbling and biting my breasts alternatively. I was screaming in sweet agony that this animal was inflicting upon me. I had never experianced even a fraction of anything that was happening that day.
"Oh Shweta...you are amazing. Hmmm...I want to eat you and savour you till my last breath. Umm...this milky white body...ummm...these moulds of flesh....ummmmmm,..." His seductive voice laden with animal passion and unbridled desire was enough to drive me crazy.
He unzipped my skirt and it fell around my legs. He was gazing in my eyes. without breaking the gaze, he bent down and lifed me and carried me in his arms to the other end of the suite to a full length mirror, and carefully placed me down, me facing the mirror. I saw myself and immediately felt so shy that I closed my eyes.I was in my tiny bikini bottom and stringy heels.
I definately looked like a slut. "Mohit, give me my clothes. I cant see myself like this", I cried, with my eyes still closed shut. "Oh dont be prude, Shweta. Look at you, how hot you look!" With that he pulled open my bottom. And there I was, standing in just my heels. "Oh my God!!! Fuck, Shweta...I cant take my eyes off you!" "Oh Mohitttt..."
He started kissing me all over my body, starting with my mouth and face. I opened my eyes and saw myself beyond him. My neck, breasts and stomach were black and blue at multiple places, where this man had released his animal on me. Even now he kept biting me all over my frontal.
He kissed me on my lower stomach, inner thighs, dangerously close to my pussy, but didnt touch me there. He was making me go wild. Alternatively I kept opening and closing my eyes, bending forward, backward, but he wouldnt let me rest my body and let me sit. I wanted him to be on top of me..feeling the whole of him on the whole of me, but he wouldnt give that to me.
He just kept feeling my legs with his hands, lips and tongue. Finally he reached the strings of my heels and pulled them open one by one with his teeth. He kissed me so passionately on both my ankles. I went mad with ecstacy. I never knew that my humble ankles would give me so much pleasure.
All of a sudden, he kneeled and before I could anticipate, he licked me over my pussy. His tongue felt very rough on my tender pussy skin. I moaned out loud and he suddenly inserted his middle finger into my mouth. I started sucking and biting his finger as if it was his dick.
I started doing it so hungrily that he could no longer control himself and he immediately unzipped his jeans and pulled it down along with his boxers. I saw him but my mind didnt register his body at that moment. I simply bent down and took his monster in my hand. It was throbbing and fully erect. And surely was it a monster! 9 inches long and had the thickness to match.
I was sure he was going to tear my tiny hole, but I so wanted him inside me. But he had other plans. He again lifted roughly and carried me to the bed and threw me on the huge spring mattress where I bounced and fell on my stomach. There, my ass and my back was in plain view for him. "Shwetaaaahhh...when did you get this?"
He grunted, looking at my tattoo...I was not in a condition to speak...I just moaned as he rand his thumb over the tatoo and on my soft fleshy butt. Soon, he started kneading my ass. He bent and started licking and biting and sucking and kissing my back and ass. I tried to turn around. But he was very strong. He held my hands over my head and continued.
Alternating between soft, hard, rough and tender. He sucked the skin over the tatoo again and again. All of a sudden, he left me and was gone for a few minutes and returned. I kept lying like that. Suddenly, out of no where, I felt something very cold on my back. It was ice! He sild an ice cube over my back and immediately, moved his hot mouth where the ice cube had left its trail.
I was taken aback with the sheer pleasure of that act. The sensations that the cold and hot combination produced was mind blowing. And there, I had my second orgasm. I kept shivering long after it was over. I was feeling cold and hot at the same time. I asked him to turn off the AC and give me the blanket. I was shivering so badly.
He just turn me around and came on top of me and hugged me tight. He did that till I came back to normal. He looked at my face and smiled. He was still fully erect. I was amazed that even after 2 hours of action, he was still erect. He said he had shagged just before I came. He had done so that he could keep himself up for a long session.
I was so happy for that, that I kissed him long and deep. And suddenly, I started feeling something strange. I just felt like fucking the day lights out of him now. And he was ready for that. I mustered all my strength and toppled him and now came on top of him.
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Sexy Freind shweta - Part I
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Posted:Jul 28, 2015 3:32 am
Last Updated:Apr 16, 2024 12:45 am
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We met on Facebook. Those days I was in Columbia University, New York, for my student exchange program for my final year M.Arch. Basically from Mumbai, I had 6 months left and I was terribly homesick. I had lot of friends and had enjoyed the first 6 months to the fullest, but now I wanted to go home.
I was going through a friend's profile, where I saw his comment on a pic posted by my friend that had me in it. I pinged him and we started talking. Over the next 2 days we spoke a lot about each other and started enjoying each others company online, obviously staying up late, due to the time difference.
Slowly the chats started to get a bit too personal and once he shared a topless pic of his. He was a body builder and looked damn hot in the pic. I told him so. Next he said he wanted to connect with me on skype. I called him and saw that he was in the shower in a pair of tight and short boxers. He looked sizzling and I started getting hot looking at him like that.
I felt like biting his neck and his taut nipples. I had prior experiances with a guy before and was no novice to sex.I wanted this man badly, the moment I first saw him in shower. As he was wiping himself, he expressed the desire to see me in bath too. And I was more than willing to show a bit of myself to him as well!
Describing myself, I am average looking, average height and average facial features. My figure is 34-24-38. So the highlight of my body is my ass. Round and protruding. Growing up, I was embarassed by it, but when the time came, I earned my a lot of ogling stares from guys all around me!
I got into my bikini and got into the shower and called him on skype. The bikini bottom was the tying style (Like a G-string), and the top was of the halter type - tying at the back of the neck and back. It was damn sexy and looking at me, he had started hyperventilating! I was enjoying his gaze on me as I was soaping myself - feeling myself up with each stroke.
I rubbed by neck seductively, pressing my boobs, sliding my hands inside the bikini top and rubbing my boobs, squeezing them and crushing them, pulling my hard nipples. My face was showing my condition 'down under' and it was getting too much for him to handle too. He had started shagging and moaning loudly. I was able to hear him over the shower.
"Oh yes, Shweta..Oh yes...do it more. Baby I want you..I want you to be my bitch..ahh..I want to be inside you...Ohh yeah baby...oh I want you..." Just then, I turned and he just went full throttle seeing my bare back and my ass. The tiny bikini bottom hardly covered my ass.
I started teasing him by sliding the bottom down ever so slightly. Then I acted like I was about to untie it and all this was making him go wild. "Oh show me the ass baby! I will lick it and bite it and suck it. Aahhh.....I want to lick your pussy...Shwetaaaa...I want you..I want to mate you.
Ohhhh....you are mine baby..I am going to pounce on you and be inside you. I want to tear your pussy and drink up all the juices..."and he went on and on and on, moaning and grunting and screaming all the while.
All the dirty talking and the moans drove me crazy and I just disconnected the call. I took my vibrator and masturbated and had a couple of shuddering orgasms. It was quite late at night but I had to talk to him. I pinged him on fb again. He said I was amazing and just wanted to fuck me - He said he wouldnt be able to wait all those months for me to return to India.
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Cheapest Honeymoon Package
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Posted:Jul 28, 2015 3:29 am
Last Updated:Apr 16, 2024 12:45 am
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Woman goes to travel agent and says, " show me a good, economic Honeymoon Package?"
Agent says, "yes Mam, 3N/4D in Bangkok including flight hotel and food.for just 50,000 "
Woman replies, "Any good bargain available other than this ??"
Agent says, "Kashmir 3N/4D all inclusive 35k."
Woman goes, "do you have anything cheaper that this??"
Agent replies, "Yesi Madam, One Special Offer - 10N/11D in London and Paris via Milan, stay in honeymoon suite and complementary chauffeured car. Package is completely free!!!"
Woman is overjoyed and immediately tells him, "Awww my god!!! This is incredible offer Hai, There must be some catch in it?"
Agent says, "No ma'm noi catch, Only Husband would be provided by us!!!"  
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The mature Student
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Posted:Jul 7, 2015 7:41 am
Last Updated:Aug 5, 2015 3:55 am
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I took a sip of my gin and tonic and smiled, trying to feel comfortable among the younger crowd in the student bar. It was loud. Loud and dark and eclectic. Full of people branching out in the world for the first time, exploring themselves and their new-found independence, experimenting with different aspects of their personality, trying to make an impact on those around them, vying to be seen, to be heard, to have fun, and live it up. And then there was me, desperately trying to get through this course as inconspicuously as possible.
“Right, shots for everyone!” a deep voice announced, placing a tray of shot glasses on the scarred table in front of me. Even the furniture in this room was a ramshackle collection, as if collected from various times and places, seeming to reflect perfectly the diverse looks of those who used it.
A cheer went up from Sarah and Izzy sitting across from me, their flushed faces and loud voices suggesting that maybe they’d had more than enough to drink already. They had, after all, been supping pints of beer for the past three hours, since we’d received the results for our assignment, and it wasn’t even 6pm yet.
Personally, I’d managed to avoid getting too drunk by making my drinks last longer than the others and having plain tonic water when it was my round, simply pretending it had gin in. Just some of the many techniques I was learning to survive student life since embarking on life as a mature student two months ago.
“Oh, I’m not sure,” I protested, eying the shots with unease, “I need to make a move really.” It had been quite some time since my days of doing shots, and even then I’d never been a big party girl.
“No way, we’re not letting you go, are we Sar?” Izzy slurred, reaching across the table and grabbing my hand as if that might prevent me from just getting up and leaving. It didn’t. My own need to fit in and be accepted did. So I just sat there with her hand on mine. Awkward. Not that she seemed to notice.
“Uh-uh,” Sarah agreed, shaking her head vehemently, sending her wild blonde curls tumbling around her pixie-like face. I took the opportunity to slide my hand out from under Sarah’s and cradle it around my glass.
“Well, maybe a little longer…” I pondered.
I know they were plastered, but a part of me was pleased that they wanted me to stay. I’d thought they just saw me as some old fuddy-duddy, some boring old nag.
“I agree,” Elliot added, sitting down beside me, “you cannot possibly leave yet. If it wasn’t for you, we wouldn’t have anything to celebrate. We wouldn’t have stood a chance of passing that assignment without you, let alone getting a merit.” He smiled that lopsided smile, his blue eyes twinkling. “Go on, just stay a little longer, then I’ll walk back with you.” He took a shot glass from the tray and placed it in front of me, his hand brushing against mine, sending a shiver through me that felt both delicious and wrong at the same time. I glanced up at him and smiled, a blush warming my cheeks as his eyes held my gaze.
Okay, maybe I was a little tipsier than I’d thought.
He’s ten years younger than you the voice in my head reminded me. But damn, he was good looking, and he certainly didn’t seem to care about the age difference, he treated me just the same as the girls his own age. Nicer, in fact. It wasn’t the first time I’d felt him look at me that way.
I glanced at the girls opposite, but they were deep in conversation, lost in their own world, staring so intently and with such gravity at each other that they might have been discussing the crisis in the Middle East or the state of the country’s economy. But no, from the rather loud snippets I could overhear, they were talking about Izzy’s on-again-off-again relationship with the apparent bastard Jet. Again. What kind of name was Jet anyway?
Whatever, they definitely hadn’t noticed my girly reaction to Elliot’s flirting. Oh God, what the hell was wrong with me? Was I actually drunk? Had I really turned into such a desperado since splitting with Alan that I imagined every fit young twenty year old boy who had been bought up to be polite was flirting with me? With a plain, shy, boring old person like me?
“Please?” He asked, his grin lighting up with full charm wattage now, and I told myself to stop being silly and treat these people as mates, just like they were treating me. Mates.
“Fine! Just a little longer,” I agreed with a smile. Okay, what did mates talk about? Drinking, of course! I sniffed the syrupy liquid in the glass. “Sambuca? Mmmm that was always my favourite when I was younger.”
“Mine too, so sickly sweet it just slithers down your throat, and burns nicely as it goes down too.”
I raised my eyebrows and looked away from him, trying to think of a reply, but it just wasn’t in my nature, this kind of banter, and so I managed nothing more than ‘Mmmm,’ which, on reflection, probably came out all wrong. Oh God!
“Let’s do this, come on girls,” I shouted, trying to get in the spirit of things and break the spell that Elliot seemed to have cast on me, holding my shot glass up ready.
“Yes, shots! Woohoo! Come on Iz, this will sort your head out,” Sarah declared, passing a shot glass to Izzy and taking one for herself.
“Yes! Alcohol therapy!” Izzy declared.
“Okay, here’s to Karen, whose brilliance and valiant effort to keep us lesser human being’s on track might ensure that none of us flunk out of the course before the first year is even over,” Elliot was looking at me with those eyes again, those bewitching darn eyes and I blushed again with embarrassment.
I did deserve the thanks though. Honestly, when I’d first been grouped with these two girls I’d seriously despaired. They were worse than most of the other youngsters on the Creative Media course, and there were a lot of youngsters. But these girls, both 19 years old, had buddied up on the first day and did no work at all, spending most of their time partying, smoking weed, and giggling like the stereotypes of girls two years their junior. They were like a female version of Cheech and Chong. Only younger, and prettier. And maybe a little more annoying.
I thought I’d have had a far better chance of a good grade in this project if I’d been working with Howard. In his thirties, he was a lot more serious about getting his degree, unlike most of the teenagers on campus. But he’d been nabbed by a group of three lads who happened to be sitting next to him when the assignment was issued and who, I suspected, wanted him to carry them on the project and get them good grades while they partied and slept. I’d kind of suspected the same motives of Sarah and Izzy who’d invited me to join their group pretty much immediately. I’d been quickly proven correct in my suspicions. The one saving grace was that I at least got to work with Elliot, who’d completed the group. He wasn’t as bad as some of the others in the class, and as we lived in the same hall, I at least felt kind of comfortable around him. He was slightly older than the girls, at twenty, having taken a couple of years to travel and play after college, and I’d discovered that two years and some worldly experience made a big difference in maturity and character. While he still liked to party, he definitely had a little more depth to his character than some of our classmates.
“To Karen,” the girls chorused, and I didn’t have time to either protest or to be embarrassed as the three immediately downed their drinks. What the hell. I tipped back my head and knocked back the liquorice and aniseed flavoured drink, screwing up my eyes as it scorched my throat in that painful yet delectable way.
We deserved that first class grade though. It had been bloody good, the video trailer we’d storyboarded and filmed for a make-believe thriller film, even if I had come up with the majority of ideas and done the majority of the work myself. The girls had barely turned up for half of our planned meetings, always ready with some excuse or another – though admittedly they’d both come to life a bit more when the opportunity to be in front of the camera had arisen, making me wonder why they were studying a media course and not performing arts.
Most of the time it had been just me and Elliot doing the work, and even though he was limited in the ideas department, he’d been pretty handy for carrying equipment around and sweet talking various people into giving us permission to film in various locations, from a church to a nightclub, and others in-between. He had a certain way with words, a right charmer. In fact, that was my secret nickname for him – the charmer. He was fun to be around too, and in a way I’d been pleased that it was just us most of the time. Well, in all honesty I’d spent most of the time stressing about getting everything finished and getting a good grade – but now that we had it in the bag I could appreciate the benefits of having a couple of flakes in our group.
“See, feels good doesn’t it? That buzz.” Elliot asked, and I wasn’t sure if he meant the buzz in my head from the alcohol or the buzz that was starting to tingle in my groin from the intensity of his gaze and the feeling of his thigh against mine. Wait, had his thigh been touching mine a second ago? Had he moved his chair closer?
“We’re going to the bar to get more shots!” Sarah announced, pulling Izzy up from her seat. “After we go outside and smoke this bad boy,” she added in a loud whisper, though holding up a huge joint for everyone to see seemed to negate any attempt at discretion as far as I could tell. I didn’t even bother to protest about another drink this time. What the hell, I was kind of enjoying myself, Miss Cheech and Miss Chong were pretty entertaining.
“You’re finally looking kind of relaxed.” Elliot said, and I blushed when I realized he’d been staring at me as I watched the girls stumble outside. Thank fuck for the ridiculously dim lighting to disguise my flaming cheeks!
“Don’t be embarrassed Karen,” oh, so much for the lighting…” it’s nice to see you chilled out. You’re usually so…”
“…uptight?” I finished for him.
“No, I was going to say focused! And that’s not a bad thing, you’re going to do better than most of us layabouts that’s for sure.”
“I guess it’s just been a long time since I relaxed and had fun. I’m not even sure I remember how anymore,” I laughed, trying to make light of my words, which revealed far more than I’d intended to.
“It’s easy Karen. Just go with the flow,” he said, his voice gravelly, and I’ll be damned if he wasn’t coming closer, his face leaning in towards mine. I swear I didn’t breathe for about ten seconds, everything stood still as his lips opened and his head tilted to the side. Before I’d even had time to process a single thought, his lips were on mine. Warm and soft, his stubble scratching my chin, the breath from his nose softly warming the skin above my top lip as his mouth moved on mine and his tongue gently probed between my lips. I found myself responding as if possessed by some other woman, some more daring and liberated woman, my lips parting, my mouth moving against his. A fire ignited inside me as blood rushed to my groin, and I moaned against his mouth. His hand went to my thigh, slowly moving up my leg as we kissed like teenagers. Jesus, he almost was a , I remembered, and pulled away with a gasp.
“Um, sorry, I’m sorry, I need to go to the loo,” I lied, and fled to the toilet.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. What the fuck was I doing? This wasn’t me! I didn’t do this!
“He kissed me!” I announced as soon as my sister answered her phone. Of course, calling Emily was the first thing I did once I’d checked that I was alone in the toilets and locked myself in a cubicle. Calling Emily was always the first thing I did in a crisis.
“Charming or Sleazy?” She asked, without bothering to comment on my lack of a greeting. This wasn’t the first frantic phone call she’d received since I’d started uni two months previously, though usually I was in tears because of all the noise my hall-mates were making partying in the corridor and communal kitchen while I tried to sleep or study. This was an altogether different kind of crisis.
“Charming,” I answered, shuddering at the thought of Sleazy, one of our other hall-mates and Elliot’s wing man, trying to kiss me.
“That’s fantastic Kaz!” She squealed.
“No it’s not!” I insisted.
“Why ever not? You fancy him don’t you?” Okay, I was slightly regretting that I told my sister everything, including my ever-so-slight crushing on Elliot over the past few weeks. He’d really been quite a sweetheart since I moved into the halls, helping me get my room set up, bringing me cups of coffee, always asking if I wanted anything from the shop. Sure, he was only twenty, but he had the manners of a much more mature guy.
“Well, yes, I fancy him. In the same way I fancy the pants off Taylor Lautner, but it doesn’t mean I should or would do anything with him. That would make me some kind of paedophile.”
“For God’s sake woman you’re only thirty, stop talking like you’re fifty. And last time I checked, twenty was over the age of consent so there is your excuse blown right out of the water.”
I sighed and leaned back against the closed toilet door, tracing my finger absently along some of the graffiti on the cubicle walls beside me. It reminded me of being back at school.
“Are you saying I should sleep with him?”
“Yes! That’s exactly what I’m saying!”
“But Em, you paid for me to come to uni so I could get a good degree and succeed in my career.”
“No, Kaz, I paid for you to go to uni so you could have some of the experiences you missed out on because of that controlling bastard…”
“Em…” I said, a warning tone shading my voice.
“I don’t know how you can still defend him. After keeping you stuck on that God forsaken farm in the middle of nowhere all these years and then casting you out like a used pair of socks he could just chuck in the bin…”
“Em, I chose to run the farm with him. I wanted to run the farm with him, and we broke up, it happens…” though my voice broke a little then and we both knew there was far more to the story than ‘we broke up’, but we’d dissected that on numerous occasions and it was certainly not a discussion to be rekindled tonight.
“Yeah, whatever,” she dismissed me in the way only sisters can without causing real offense, “anyway, I want you to get your degree, and to have the career as a big TV producer just like you always dreamed of, but I want more than that too. I want you to experience that opportunity to explore yourself, to get to know yourself, to get to know other people and sample a little more of what life has to offer. It’s not always about the goals you are striving for, it’s about the quality you get out of every moment on your way there.”
“Have you been smoking something?” I smiled.
“Not since my uni days,” I could feel her smiling back.
“You never?”
“Of course I did. There are lots of things I did back then and I don’t regret a single one of them.”
I have to admit, I was a bit shocked. Emily was my older sister. Sensible, stable, and successful. After graduating with a first class degree and going on to get her masters, she’d quickly worked her way up to be the CEO of a leading PR firm. Along the way she’d got married, had two , and made a ton of money. Always so level headed and focused, I’d never have imagined she had it in her to do anything carefree or reckless.
“Wow, I had no idea.”
“Well, we didn’t talk as much back then. You were busy at school and falling in love with him and I was away for the first time in my life, partying all night, studying all day, and drinking gallons of coffee and energy drinks to give me enough energy to do it all over again!”
“Caffeine? Bloody hell, isn’t that like the devil in your religion?” I was always taking the piss out of Em’s ultra healthy lifestyle.
“Well, that and sugar, yes, but like I said, I don’t regret a second of it. Because what good is tip top health if you can’t have any fun? I have memories Kaz, and I love every one of them.”
I heard someone come into the toilets then. “I’ve gotta go Em,” I said.
“Okay, but remember, make the most of the opportunities that come your way. Have fun. Loosen up a little.” I hung up the phone and flushed the toilet.
Glancing in the mirror as I washed my hands, I was pleased with the effect a few drinks had had on me. My cheeks were slightly flushed, and my blue eyes had a twinkle. I smiled at myself and combed through my shoulder length copper curls with my fingers, before glancing myself up and down in the full length mirror. Well I certainly wasn’t a super model, my thighs and stomach carried a few more pounds of weight than your average magazine would dictate was fashionable, but right in that moment, I didn’t care. I felt womanly and desirable, whether due to the Sambuca or the kiss I wasn’t sure, but I was going to take Emily’s advice and enjoy it.
“Looks like you and me are partying alone love, Sarah and Izzy have flaked.” Elliot stood and pulled out my chair for me as I approached the table. My heart raced and I couldn’t tell if it was from nerves or excitement. It seemed the Universe was conspiring with my sister.
“Well, I guess I can live with that,” I replied, sitting down as he pushed the chair in under me.
“A shot for the lady?” he asked with a cheesy grin, and pushed another glass towards me. This one looked bigger than the first.
“I got doubles, so we can have extra on their behalf,” he explained.
“Something tells me you’re trying to get me drunk,” I joked, and raised my eyebrows.
“Am I that obvious?” he asked with a wink, and I thought yes but I didn’t give a damn. I took the shot and threw it down my throat with no warning and no hesitation, and with a laugh he followed suit.
“Wow, that’s good shit.”
“Mmmmhmmm,” I agreed, and then leaned forward and kissed him. I’ve never initiated a kiss before. Even, I think, during our ten years of marriage, I always waited for Nick, always waited to be kissed, to be wanted, as if I needed some kind of approval. It felt bloody good to take control. In fact, now that I’d made up my mind that I wanted to see this through, I felt pretty darn confident, Okay, the Sambuca might have had something to do with that.
The kiss was long, and slow, and sensual. So sensual, in fact, that it very quickly felt inappropriate to be in public, even though nobody seemed to be paying any attention to us at all, not the group playing pool in the corner nor the groups at various tables around the room, some rowdy, some more chilled out. Still.
“How about we take this party somewhere more private?” I asked, coming up for air.
We didn’t have far to go, since both the student union bar and the halls of residence were just off campus. It was slightly surreal, walking back together as we had done so many times over the last few weeks after classes, only this time neither of us chatted about upcoming assignments, classmates, or lecturers. This time we welcomed near silence for the short five minute walk, tipsy from the drinking and heady from the kissing, eager expectation our only companion as people and cars whizzed by on the busy city streets.
As soon as the door closed behind me, Elliot was on me, his mouth on mine, his body pushing me hard against the door. A voice in my mind wanted to protest – someone could be in, someone might catch us – but nobody had called out from the shared kitchen when we entered and that voice was soon drowned by the new wild woman who seemed to have taken control of me, who was right now flooded with desire and drunk with need. He pulled away after a few moments and looked at me, as if drinking me in, brushing my flaming curls back from my face. “You are so fucking gorgeous, I’ve wanted to do this since the first day I saw you,” he said, before kissing me with even more fervor, tugging my coat from my shoulders and exploring my breasts with his hand over the material of my dress.
I hadn’t felt so desired since I was eighteen years old, when Tony Champion had convinced me to let him screw me in the bushes on the edge of the college playing field. His need had been hot and heavy, his eyes burred with desperation to have me, in a way I’d never know with my husband, in a way that made me feel all woman. Elliot might be ten years younger than me, but he was all man. Tall and strong, he played rugby and certainly had the physique for it. My hands were enjoying that physique as we kissed, running over the thin material of his top, feeling the firmness of his chest beneath, the taught muscles of his pecs, his shoulders, his arms. Oh dear God he was fit. Touching him was a million times better than the fantasy of touching him had been, many nights whilst lying alone in my room, hand between my legs rubbing myself softly in the darkness of the night, teeth clenched together, careful to keep my quickening breath quiet so my roommate Tilly didn’t hear.
This is no fantasy, this is really happening I told myself, unable to shake the sense that I was in some kind of daydream. My hands found their way to his buttocks as our kiss grew in intensity, I pulled him harder against me and his thigh pushed between my legs, the bulge in his jeans poking into my stomach. I rubbed myself against his leg and gasped in his mouth as my sweet spot sang with delight under the pressure. My tongue probed deeper in his mouth as his hand found its way under my dress, pulling it up so he could access my breasts, which he liberated in seconds by pulling the cups of my bra down. He groaned with pleasure as his hands cupped my ample tits, the roughness of his skin contrasting with the tender softness of mine. Fuck I was horny. Months of pent up desire was washing through me, making every nerve ending tingle. Elliot’s hands released my breasts and he pulled away from our kiss, looking into my eyes with a glazed expression of pure need. In one quick motion he grabbed me under the buttocks and lifted me, my legs wrapping around his waist, my arms around his neck, as he carried me to his room.
“Danny?” I asked, the first word either of us had spoken since arriving home.
“He’s out. Don’t worry,” he answered, before quieting my worries with a kiss. He laid me on his bed, and then he stepped backwards and surveyed the large messy room, as if looking for something in particular. Opening the cupboard door, he scrambled around for a few seconds, before turning to me with a smile, a tie in his hand, his breathing heavy.
“What are…” I began.
“Shh, don’t worry, just enjoy it,” he answered, and next thing I knew he was covering my eyes with the tie, wrapping it around my head and tying it securely. During all this my breath was quickening rapidly, the heat in my body growing, tingles emanating from between my legs, turning me to jelly. I could feel his body close to me even though we weren’t touching, anticipation vibrated through me. Never had I been blindfolded before, certainly never during sex. In a world of darkness everything else was intensified, and as I lay back on the bed, completely vulnerable, waiting for Elliot to take the lead and have his way with me, I realised I had never been so turned on in my whole life.
The room around us disappeared, the world around us disappeared, and there was just him, and me, and us. There was just this feeling right now. This feeling, this feeling of floating, of being vibrant and so very alive. I didn’t know what to expect, where he might touch me, what he might do, and that was intoxicating. The first thing I felt was the soft touch of his fingers brushing my hair back from my shoulders, and then his breath against my neck, so gently it made me shudder with delight. I relaxed my body and allowed myself to become immersed in the experience, to focus only on the feeling of his breath on my neck, his lips on my neck, his tongue on my neck now, tracing a line down towards my shoulder, and across my collar bone. I felt a weight on the bed beside me, as if he was sitting now, leaning over me, and slowly his fingers began to unbutton my shirt dress, one button at a time, starting at the top. With each button he undid, he traced his tongue lower across my skin. Down, between my breasts, at which point I heard his breath getting faster, feeling the soft puffs of it tickling my skin. Down over my lower ribs, at which point his hands found the lure of my exposed breasts impossible to ignore, and they reached up to cup them, to fondle them, his fingers teasing across my nipples and making me moan. He allowed himself just a moment of breast distraction before returning to the dress unbuttoning process. Down over my stomach, his tongue traced, finding my belly button and circling it, sending deep pangs of lust shooting down to my groin. His tongue was prohibited from going any further by the top of my tights, but he kept playing with my navel, licking and kissing, while his hands kept working the buttons of my dress right to the bottom, until it was fully undone. He as pulled my dress open like a coat, and stopped the licking and sucking for long enough to apparently take in the view with his eyes. Judging by the moan that escaped him, he approved.
Though I berated myself for carrying a few extra pounds, I knew I still had a womanly figure, what some might call an hourglass with large jiggly boobs, a small waist and a slightly rounded pouch of a stomach, curvy butt and thighs. Right in that moment I couldn’t remember the problem with having soft skin, instead of the hard taught toned physique I always told myself would be more attractive. Right in that moment, my wobbly thighs and soft warm skin felt perfect, and womanly, and I longed to feel it squished against his contrasting manliness.
“You are so fucking hot,” Elliot confirmed in a raspy whisper. His hands hooked the top of my thick black tights and began to peel them from me, slowly, oh so slowly. Over my lower stomach, revealing the top of my plain black lace edged knickers, down over my thighs, his fingers tickling my skin deliciously as he went, over my knees and my shins, and off over my feet, leaving me in only my underwear and an open shirt dress, ready and eager to be devoured. His fingers traced up the soles of my feet then, and my hand clutched the bedcovers, trying hard not to cry out at the tickly sensation. His fingers continued to trace up over the tops of my feet, and up my shins. My legs started to open, ready to welcome him home, my pussy so wet and ready. Over my knees he traced with his fingers, up my thighs, and then his fingers moved to the insides of my thighs as he crawled up the bed between my open legs. I was moaning and squirming on the bed, so aroused by all this slow foreplay, so desperate to be touched in my intimate area. His hands reached my knickers and traced along their bottom lacey edges, his fingers so close to every part of me that ached to be touched, to be rubbed, to be filled.
Suddenly he grabbed the material of my panties and yanked them down, causing me to gasp. They were off over my feet and gone in seconds, leaving my pussy exposed. I felt his breath on me seconds before his tongue touched my sweet spot, so softly it was almost agony it was such pure pleasure. My clit pulsed under the wetness of his tongue and I cried out with sheer delight as he began working his tongue in small circles. My hands grabbed the back of his head, my fingers playing through his hair as I arched my back and opened my legs further, gyrating beneath his mouth. I was gone now, elevated to a state of pure bliss, as if having an out of body experience, only I was very much in my body – in it and feeling every fucking exquisite feeling it was possible to feel.
His tongue moved lower, licking the moist lips of my vagina, lapping up my juices, and every time he licked I was desperate to feel him delve his tongue deep inside me, to push it in me and probe me. I pulled slightly on the back of his head, pulling him closer and then he did it, he pushed his tongue into me and I thought I might melt with satisfaction as I rocked beneath him, his tongue flicking in and out, in and out. Seconds later his thumb found my clit and began stroking it softly, in time with his tongues movements. I gasped and moaned, I thrust my pelvis backwards and forwards onto his face. There was nothing but this moment, this feeling, this pure perfect pleasure. I felt a hand pull mine, guiding it to his cock and I wrapped my fingers around him eagerly, pulling him off firmly in time with his tongue fucking me. My mind was gone as I existed in a world of sensations, but somewhere, somehow I became aware that it was anatomically impossible that this thick rock hard cock that I was stroking could belong to the same person who was licking me out. Without letting go of the cock, still wallowing in a mist of lust I reached up with my other hand and pulled the blindfold down.
“Hey..” Elliot stood beside me, topless, his jeans pulled down around his thighs, his mouth hanging open as he watched the man between my legs, still licking my juices, still rubbing my swollen clit. I looked down and saw the unmistakable black curls of his roommate, Danny. How? When? I was a jumble of questions, yet still lost in this fog of desire, and I didn’t want it to end.
I never thought I would be the kind of person who would have a threesome, but in the moment I wanted both men with a deep passion. There was no rationalizing to be done, I remembered Em’s words “…more experiences…explore yourself…have fun…”, well I was certainly doing that.
“Shh, it’s ok, enjoy it,” Eliot instructed, and reached down, pulling the blindfold back up over my eyes. His hand circled mine and encouraged me to keep stroking his huge penis, up and down, up and down, harder and faster. Danny’s tongue moved back up to my throbbing clit, and his fingers found their way inside me, two fingers, fucking me as he licked my clit. I felt my orgasm approaching and let myself fall into it, screaming out as it engulfed me, spasm after spasm of it, wracking my whole body. When the peak of it ebbed away and I lay exhausted, my hand still grasped around Eliot’s cock, Danny still slowly licking the juices of my orgasm. We stayed like that for a few moments, until Eliot’s dick seemed to grow even harder in my hand, and Danny’s need seemed to overtake him. I felt myself being lifted, turned over, so I was on my hands and knees.
Somebody was in front of me now, lying backwards, sliding their body under mine. I straddled his body, finding a face, kissing a mouth, which kissed me back, hard and needy. I reached down and found his cock with my hand, but he wanted more than my hand, pushing my shoulders he encouraged me downwards until my mouth was by his cock, my bare butt sticking up in the air. I felt hands on my butt as I took the head of the penis in my mouth and he cried out, saying something vulgar and delicious that caused stirrings of desire to rekindle the fires of lust inside me.
I licked the swollen head, teasing with my tongue, as my hand continued to stroke the shaft firmly, and my other hand took the pressure of my weight. The other man was kneeling on the bed behind me now, and I had a moment of clarity, a moment of stark realisation. I was having a threesome and becoming a different person at the same time. I had one naked man under me, his cock in my mouth as I sucked him off, and another naked man behind me. I literally had them by the balls, wanting me, desiring me, desperate for me.
My pussy grew hotter and even wetter with that thought as I started to circle my butt, putting on a show for whoever was behind me. I heard him groan deeply, and felt the head of his erect penis against my dripping pussy when with no warning at all he grabbed my hips and thrust inside me. I screamed out with pain and delight, at the same time taking the cock fully in my mouth, so far back I almost gagged on it. I sucked hard as I worked my mouth up and down, my hand cupping his heavy testicles. The man who was fucking me from behind was wasting no time in being gentle, and I had had enough gentle anyway, hard was what I wanted then and hard was what I got – pumping in and out, in and out, his cock filling me up with every stroke, his skin slapping against my bare butt as he reached a hand around to cup my bare breasts, swinging free beneath me.
There was never a chance of any of us lasting very long like this, we were all far too worked up. I never knew such levels of pleasure existed as I experienced in those moments, in my world of darkness, being filled from both ends, knowing two men were completely at the mercy of my body, womanhood, hearing their animal groans as I pleasured them. My whole pussy began to pulsate and I gently squeezed the balls of the many whose cock was in my mouth whilst sucking down hard, taking it in to the hilt. He thrust his pelvis up against me and I felt his cum shooting into the back of my mouth, just as my second orgasm engulfed me. The man behind me quickened his thrusting, seeming to hold his breath as he pushed into me one last time as he too reached his climax.
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The Winter Retreat
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Posted:Jul 7, 2015 7:39 am
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It should have been a journey filled with anticipation and excitement, finally I was taking the retreat that I’d dreamed of for years, a whole week to myself in a winter wonderland of the Peak District with only my muse and my imagination to keep me company. Paradise.
Well, that was the dream, anyway. The reality was unfolding a little differently. Instead of driving along with a grin on my face, marvelling at the beautiful countryside and singing at the top of my voice like a scene out of a cheesy chick flick, I was seething with anger and cursing everyone and everything under the sun, from my best friend Jenny who’d clearly suggested the most ludicrous place possible for my perfect week away, to my Sat Nav which apparently had gone on strike as soon as we ventured more than 20 miles from London, because an hour after I was scheduled to arrive at my little cabin in the hills, I was still driving aimlessly along ridiculously narrow and windy roads, my car low on petrol, my stomach growling with hunger, utterly and hopelessly lost.
Maybe I’d been so busy seething that I’d missed a turn, or maybe the villages around here were too small for my stupid Sat Nav to even recognise them as villages at all. I didn’t know what had gone wrong, but I did know that I’d taken so many turns and backtracked so many times it was entirely possible that I was in the wrong county by now, and at nearly 4pm, darkness was descending on this winter afternoon, which only added to my mounting frustration.
Of course, the real source of my anger was 200 miles behind me in London, probably enjoying his new found freedom.
There’s just no spark… my mind betrayed me again and replayed a snippet of our conversation, causing my eyes to well up with tears again. I banged my hands down on my steering wheel and tried to push the thought away, as I had every time he’d crept into my mind. I couldn’t think about what he’d said, it was too painful. I knew he didn’t mean it anyway, so his words were unimportant – just a lie, a defence mechanism. He was probably just scared, I reasoned. Maybe I’d been moving too fast. A week away would do us both good, he’d miss me and realise what a mistake he’d made, and when I returned I would convince him to take me back for sure. In the meantime, I could not let it ruin my retreat.
I’d been dreaming of this week for years now, my little fantasy, but something had always stopped me from actually doing it. Maybe an inner fear about stepping into the unknown, going for my dreams, who knows, but with Greg’s encouragement, I’d finally gone ahead and booked myself a week alone in the country. A writing retreat. I smiled briefly as I said the words to myself. Every day at work for the past three years as I wrote more boring celeb gossip columns for the magazine, I’d promised myself that one day I would go on a writing retreat away from all the distractions and demands of everyday life and finally finish my novel. Then my dream life could truly begin.
Ha, what a joke. Now I had to wonder about the real intention behind Greg’s persistence in encouraging me to go away.
You’ll have more space and inspiration to follow your dreams babe, he’d said, and I’d truly thought he really cared about me, about my passions. Now I suspected he’d just been trying to get rid of me.
You’re so clingy. Was I? Was I that bad?
“Arrghhh,” I let out a yell of frustration. Why couldn’t I let it go? I’d only been dating the guy for a few months, as Jenny had pointed out during our tearful conversation earlier. Well, tearful on my part, Jenny had been surprisingly unsurprised by Greg’s revelations. Apparently she’d been able to tell from the beginning that he wasn’t that into me, that he wasn’t playing for keeps, that he was just playing for fun. And you’re not even that fun, had been his final insult before I’d stormed out. Why couldn’t I just get over it? And why was I still bloody lost in the middle of nowhere?
Just as I had that thought I rounded the corner of a huge hill that I’d been skirting for some time, so huge I wondered if it was actually a mountain, and ahead of me lay a cluster of buildings. Civilisation! At last! I’d really started to think that I might be about to find myself in some kind of The Hills Have Eyes horror situation – it would certainly have been a fitting ending after the day I’d had! The settlement that that my little car was trundling towards wasn’t exactly a vast metropolis, maybe just about big enough to be considered a village, but all I really cared about in that moment was that I could see lights in the growing darkness. Lights meant people, and warmth, and food! It would also offer me the chance to get out my map and figure out where the hell I was, and how to get to where I was supposed to be going. If I could remember how to use one, that is. I was suddenly aware how reliant I was on technology and GPS to guide my way.
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As I drove along the windy little road into the village, I searched for a name sign but to no avail. Surely the place couldn’t be so small it was nameless? It was pretty though, there was no doubting that. For a moment my anger subsided as I took in the quaint stone cottages set against a backdrop of rolling hills silhouetted against the indigo twilight sky. I passed a spattering of cozy looking homes, a church, a general shop, and a pub. The Moon and Stars looked extremely inviting, not just because of the blackboard outside declaring home cooked winter warmers. I sighed with relief when I noted another sign declaring that there were rooms available for the night. Phew! I would at least be able to hole up here for the night rather than getting myself even more lost in the dark wilderness, and make a fresh start in the morning light after figuring out my whereabouts. I had the number of the guy who’d rented me the cottage, I would just call and let him know to expect me in the morning instead.
I pulled my little car into the small parking area at the front, grabbed my handbag, and climbed out, stretching my aching limbs gratefully after the long drive. The cold hit me immediately. Sure, it had been cold in London, but it felt at least ten degrees colder here, and it was a biting, raw kind of cold. I wrapped my coat around me tighter and hurried towards the front door, noting that there were only a couple of other cars parked outside.
The pub was just as inviting inside as its exterior had suggested. Traditional but not over-the-top pub décor that managed to look quite fresh and vibrant. Cozy booths lined the edges and mahogany tables were scattered in the main area of the room, just a few of which were occupied. The bar, currently being propped up by a couple of farmer looking types, was straight ahead of me, but the absolute best thing was huge the roaring open fire to the right of the room. I could feel the heat hit me as soon as I entered the room, and was delighted to realise that the table right by the fire was free.
First things first, I needed to book myself a room and order food. I headed to the bar, and a pleasant looking woman in her sixties appeared from the back room as if by magic.
“Hello love, what can I get you?” She asked, her rosy cheeks shining as she smiled.
“Actually I was wondering if you had a room free for the night?” I smiled back. Her face registered surprise for a second, as if she wasn’t used to strangers walking an off the street and asking for a room. Then again, she probably wasn’t.
“Why yes of course duck, no problem at all. You’re very welcome, just the one night?”
“Yes just tonight thanks, I’ve rented a cottage for the week, but it’s a little late now so I’ll finish my journey in the morning.”
“Oh lovely, a holiday is it?”
“Yes, kind of… a writing retreat actually, I’m an author, well, I will be very soon.” I almost blushed as I said the words, but as Jenny kept telling me, I had to own it if I was going to ever make it my reality instead of just a far off dream. Mary’s eyes lit up.
“Well well well, an author under our very own roof! What are you writing? I love a good mystery myself.” You’d think I’d announced myself as royalty the way she reacted, and I had to admit it did feel quite nice. I was starting to thaw out – both on the outside and the inside. She turned to the open doorway behind her before I could answer her question and shouted “Helen, go and prepare room 1 for our guest please,” before turning back to me. “The room will be ready for you in no time dear. My name’s Mary, anything at all you need you just ask. Can I get you a drink? Do you have some bags you’d like taken up?”
“Oh that’s ok, I left my bag in the car, I’ll go and get it in a bit. I was actually hoping to get something to eat first. I’m kind of starving.”
“Well then, let’s get you a menu and we can get you all fed up.”
I ordered lentil soup with crusty homemade bread and a bowl of sweet potato chips on the side. Well, I was hungry! Then I decided to have a glass of white wine to go with it. Well, I wasn’t going to be driving again tonight and after the day I’d had, I deserved it. While waiting for Mary, who’d got caught up in a debate with the two men to my left about whether someone called Annie was going to labour tonight, I pulled my phone out of my bag and turned it on to check for messages. Okay, okay, to check for messages from Greg.
I was diligent about keeping my phone turned off while driving – I’d seen one too many devastating videos on Facebook and the news about horrific accidents caused by the distraction of a text message or notification. It just wasn’t worth the risk. A message pinged in once my phone had fired up and found a signal. It wasn’t from Greg, I noted with a sinking heart. It was from Jenny, asking me to let her know if I’d arrived safely, she was concerned that she hadn’t heard from me. Honestly, I was twenty five years old – did she not think I was capable of finding my way across the country on my own? I disregarded the fact that I evidently couldn’t find my way across the country on my own and that she was probably very justified in her concern. I would reply once I was sitting down by the fire. First I wanted to speak to Greg.
I’d managed to push him out of my mind for the last half hour, barely keeping thoughts of panic at bay, but now I was here I had to speak to him, I had to be sure. If there was a chance of him changing his mind, I wanted to take it. I moved to the farthest edge of the bar, away from where Mary and the farmers were still discussing Annie, who I’d figured out was probably an animal of some sort, and not a someone after all). Their voices were loud, and the other few groups of people at tables were all engrossed in their own loud conversations – maybe being loud was a Derbyshire thing? Added to that the music playing in the background, I didn’t think my pathetic begging would be overheard.
Finding him in my contacts, I clicked connect, and waited with a pounding heart.
“Hey Prim, what’s up?” He answered. I was too stunned to speak for a second, and I realised that after the way we’d left things, I hadn’t expected him to answer at all, let alone so casually. Maybe the fight hadn’t been as bad as I’d thought. Or maybe he hadn’t meant the things he’d said, just like I’d convinced myself in the car. A glimmer of hope sparked inside me.
“Hey Greg. So I arrived at the place. I just wanted to let you know. I’m just grabbing some dinner in a cute little pub.” See, I can be independent, I’m not scared of being alone was the implication under my words.
“That’s great Prim. Listen, I’ve got to go, I was on my way out. Enjoy yourself.”
“Greg, wait, I just wanted to say, um, I’m sorry about this morning. We can work things out right? After I get home, I mean. We’ll be okay?”
I heard him sigh at the other end. “Prim, are you deluded? I thought I’d made it pretty clear this morning. There is no we, there never was really. We just hooked up a few times for fun.” But you’re not even that fun, his voice added in my head, an echo of his hateful words before I’d left. “But that’s over, we clearly both want different things. I think it’s best if you don’t contact me anymore.”
“But…” I was cut short when I realised that he wasn’t there anymore. Tears stung my eyes as I put my phone in my bag. How dare he? I’d invested six months of my life in our relationship, and I didn’t care what he said… it was definitely a relationship. I’d really thought he might be the one. Good looking, a successful banker, sporty, funny. He ticked all the boxes. He might have seen it as hooking up, but not in my book. How dare he say all those hurtful things about me just because he’d got what he wanted and decided to move on? Well screw him! Maybe I’d had a lucky escape. I wiped tears from my eyes and looked up, noticing that Mary had placed my wine in front of me. Pulling my purse from my bag, I held out a note, forcing a big smile onto my face, though I suspected it didn’t disguise my watery eyes.
“Don’t worry love, we can add it to your bill and sort it all later. You go and get yourself sat down, your food will be ready shortly.”
I smiled my thanks, only slightly embarrassed that she must have overheard my conversation, still fuming with anger and humiliation at Greg’s words. Shouldering my bag, I grabbed the glass of wine, turned and stepped forwards, slamming straight into a solid wall of man in front of me. The glass of wine flew from my hand, spilling all down my front before smashing on the carpet at my feet.
“What the hell! Look what you did!” I yelled at the man, holding my hands up in shock.
“Are you okay?” He asked, and Mary shuffled out from behind the bar, a dustpan and brush already in hand, seemingly unperturbed by the breakage.
“No I’m not okay, I’m covered in wine,” I shrugged out of my wine covered coat and stared furiously at the man in front of me. Wow, he was tall. Not lanky tall but big and strong tall. Viking tall. He was seriously gorgeous, I noted, somewhere in the back of my mind, but I was too rage fuelled to care right then, all my anger and frustration of the day, of my phone conversation, had reached a pinnacle and ripped through me. “What on Earth did you think you were doing walking into me like that? Are you some kind of idiot?”
“I’m sorry love, but technically, you walked into me – I was just heading to the bar. Maybe you should look where you’re going,” he replied, a bemused half smile on his face.
“I’m not your love, I haven’t even met you before,” I responded, irritated that he was right, I had kind of walked into him, not the other way round. I wasn’t ready to let go of my anger just yet. It needed to be released.
Mary tugged on my arm, pointing me towards the fireplace. “Come on love, you go and sit down, I’ll sort this out. Ethan, show the lady over to a table won’t you,” Mary instructed, her familiarity with him indicating that clearly he was a regular.
“I can make my own way, thank you very much,” I said, directing my response to Ethan, and smiling at Mary to apologise for my extreme reaction. She didn’t seem bothered, to be honest.
“Here, give me your coat, I’ll have it washed and ready for you before you leave tomorrow,” she held out her hand.
“Oh thanks, but really there’s no need, it’ll be fine.”
“No no, I insist, can’t have you smelling like a brewery while you’re on your writing retreat can we? I don’t want you looking back when you’re a bestselling novelist and remembering the Moon and Stars as the pub that let you walk around stinking like an alchy!”
“You might as well do what she says,” Ethan added, holding his hands up as if to defend himself from any backlash I might be tempted to whip him with. “She’ll just keep persisting until you do.”
I handed my coat over to Mary with another smile of thanks, and then stormed to the table by the fire, not waiting to be shown by the man. Putting my bag on the floor beside me, I leaned towards the flames and let them warm me, closing my eyes and letting out the tension in a sigh.
A few seconds later Ethan walked in my direction with a glass of wine in one hand and pint of beer in the other. He placed the wine on the table in front of me, looking at me sheepishly.
“Thank you,” I said, feeling slightly embarrassed about my outburst, “but I should really be buying you a drink, after all, it was my fault. I had no right to lay into you like that. It’s been a hell of a day,” I offered in explanation.
“Apology accepted, and let’s just say I’m buying you a drink because it’s not often a beautiful mysterious stranger walks into this place, and because you clearly need one,” he said, and sat down in the chair opposite mine, without waiting for an invitation. “How about we start again? My name’s Ethan.” He offered his hand across the table.
I looked at him for a second with raised eyebrows, smiling despite myself, feeling flattered by his compliments even though I knew they were probably nothing more than a cheesy chat up line. I reached out to shake his hand, feeling slightly silly. The moment our skin connected I felt a buzz, and almost jumped with surprise. I wondered if he’d felt it too.
“Hi Ethan, I’m Prim, and I bet you say that to all the beautiful mysterious strangers who walk into this place,” I replied, surprised at myself for flirting so naturally just moments after being devastated by Greg’s harsh words. I blushed. “And thank you for the drink by the way, but I’m really not good company at the moment, it’s probably best if I’m alone right now,” I smiled to show there was no malice intended by my rejection of his company.
“Well then that’s exactly why you should have company right now. Alone, you’ll just fester. Plus, I’m a good listener.” Looking into his honest face, I could imagine that he was. He had this look about him – open and honest, straight forward. And oh so very gorgeous too. His square jaw and chiselled cheekbones looked manly and capable, his clear blue eyes and messy blonde hair added and edge of boyishness that was doing something funny to my insides.
“Talking about it is really the last thing I want to do right now,” I laughed. “It’s tragic really.” I took a sip of my wine. Crisp and cool, it was the perfect contrast to the heat of the flames, warming me nicely.
“Tragic, and clearly you’ve been crying, so I’m guessing there’s a man involved then?” he asked.
“Is that your version of not talking about it?” I asked, though surprisingly thinking of Greg didn’t evoke in me any anger or sadness right then, as it had done all day, I was too fascinated by this beautiful man who seemed to know nothing of boundaries, who seemed to be charmingly invasive, yet not threatening at all. This man who was making my heart beat go wild every time he smiled at me. Was I crazy? I’d been crying over Greg just a few minutes ago.
“Well I find that out in the open is the best place for it. Kept inside is where it can do the most damage,” he took a sip of his beer. “Go on, try me. You’ll probably never see me again so you can use me as a sounding board with no embarrassment and just let it all out.”
I just looked at him for a moment, transfixed by the way the muscles in his forearm twitched when he lifted his glass. Then I remembered myself.
“Um, okay. Well, let’s just say, we wanted different things. I thought we were going somewhere, but apparently I was wrong. End of story.” Even though it was only a clipped version of events, I actually couldn’t believe that I’d said even that much to a complete stranger. But there was something kind of refreshing about it. He was right, I would never see him again. I could say anything I wanted right now. I could be anyone I wanted right now.
“Do you love him?” He asked, probably the most personal question of all. I was stunned. Did I love him? Did it matter? Just a bit of fun, Greg’s words haunted me again. I’d been so bothered by how Greg felt about me, I hadn’t stopped to consider how I really felt about him. On paper, he had it all, everything I thought I wanted. In reality…
“Erm, well, yeah,” I answered, taking a sip of wine to cover my uncertainty.
“Why did you think you were going somewhere if you didn’t even love him? Why did you want to go somewhere if you didn’t even love him?”
“I said I did…” I looked away, looked down, looked at the fire. His gaze never left me. This was getting too intense.
“Your eyes said otherwise.”
“Well, I don’t know okay? It’s all a bit fresh right now.”
“I’m sorry, I know, I have a tendency to go too far. I’m just interested by people, I’m interested by you.”
“It’s okay, just, like I said, let’s talk about something else.”
“Okay, let’s talk about your beautiful black curls and green eyes. Celtic?”
I laughed.
“Let’s talk about you instead,” I demanded. “What do you do? Who are you?”
“Now there’s two very different questions. What I do, that’s surface stuff. I build, I fix, I work with my hands,” he looked up at me as he said that, and for some reason I felt a pang between my legs and my heart sped up again. Geez, this guy was having some effect on me. “I run, I ride my bike through the hills, I paint beautiful things, I avoid reading newspapers because I prefer reality than fiction, I come here for my dinner most nights because I’m a terrible cook. But who am I, now that’s a much bigger question. I’m a man who wants to understand this life, to really experience this life, to explore this life and make the most of this life. I’m a man who right now wants nothing other than to keeping talking to this extraordinarily beautiful woman in front of him and be lost in this little world we’ve created.”
Wow. He was right though, we had created our own little world. I’d almost forgotten where we were I was so lost in the buzz of energy we were generating. Right at that moment, before I could respond, the magic was broken by a bowl of soup being placed in front of me.
“Here you go love, one lentil soup, bread, and a bowl of sweet potato chips.”
“Uh, thanks,” I said, slightly embarrassed by the amount of food I’d ordered now that I had a witness. “I was hungry,” I said in explanation to Ethan, though he hadn’t asked. I was slightly less embarrassed when Mary returned with a massive plate for Ethan bearing steak and chips, with an extra side of chips, which I don’t recall him even ordering.
“My usual,” he explained, without embarrassment. “And hey, I like a girl who eats food. Since when did eating food, one of life’s most basic needs and most simple pleasures, become such a sin?” He had a good point. Greg had always looked disapprovingly when we’d eaten out together if I’d ordered anything more than a salad, as if I was some kind of a glutten. He claimed I was no fun, but he’d been pretty uptight about stuff like that. It was a relief to be able to enjoy my food. We ate in companionable silence, both appreciating every bite of our meals. It really was amazing home cooked food, and just what I’d needed. Once finished, Greg took our plates to the bar and returned with another round of drinks for us, despite my insistence that it was my turn.
“You can buy the next two,” he said with a cheeky smile, and I felt a warm buzz that he wanted to spend even more of the evening with me. What the hell, I could be anyone I wanted to be right?
“So how long have you lived around here Ethan?”
“All my life, in this very village. Though I’ve travelled round the country quite a bit, working on construction projects and painting, and around Europe too. I always come home though, I love it here. It has real heart.” I could feel that, I thought, the heart of the place. It felt like home.
“How about you? London born and bred?”
“No, not at all. I grew up in a little village not much bigger than this, in the West Country. Went to London for university and never went home. London is where all my dreams were, it’s where my career was, and there wasn’t much to go home to, to be honest.” A glimmer of sadness struck me as it always did, thinking of my disjointed family, too lost from each other to ever really be found again.
“Do you love your career?” He asked, perhaps sensing that this was the safer aspect to ask about, rather than my family.
“I did, at first, Writing a column for a glam magazine, what writer wouldn’t be delighted with that opportunity? But it soon grew old, gossip and bitching, empty nonsense. I have for years longed to write what’s in my heart,” I was growing more open now, after my second glass of wine, more honest. Never had I shared so much with anyone, let alone with a complete stranger. He already knew more about me than Greg had in six months of dating, far more than Greg had ever cared to ask. Ethan seemed to possess a power of some kind, to make me lose all inhibitions.
“That’s where the magic happens. In your heart. When you write from there, you can’t go wrong. I can’t wait to read what you’re writing.” I did blush then, and was pleased when Mary interrupted us once again.
“Here’s your key love, you’re in room 1, right at the top of the stairs. Ethan, be a gentleman and help our guest get her bags from her car won’t you?” Mary asked, though we all knew it was more of an instruction than a question. I didn’t bother arguing this time.
“Sure thing mum,” Ethan replied as Mary toddled back toward the bar, and I felt my mouth drop open. Mum! I looked at him.
“What?”
“Mary’s your mum?”
“Oh yes, sorry, I thought you’d realised.” It did kind of make sense, the way she’d been speaking to him.
“No, I guess I’m a bit slow on the uptake! So, do you like here?”
“Oh no, just come in for a hot meal and a catch up. I have a place a few miles out.”
“Oh cool, right, I guess we’d better get my bag out of the car. Though I really could manage it on my own.”
“Hey, don’t you dare get me in trouble with my old ma. She might be a foot shorted than me but I’m still terrified of her!” We both laughed as we headed towards the door. Ethan pushed it open and held it for me in a way that didn’t seem condescending or sexist, but actually quite sweet. I walked past him with a smile of thanks, noticing again how tall he was now that we were both standing. I felt a quiver go down my body as I brushed past him. Then I stopped short as I stepped outside.
“It’s snowing!” I exclaimed in delight. Big fat flakes were falling all around me, and were even starting to coat the ground in a pure white carpet. It must have been falling for a while, and I’d been so wrapped up in Ethan that I hadn’t even noticed. It really was a winter wonderland.
“It’s been forecast for days, finally it’s here,” Ethan was watching me with a grin, enjoying my delight. I stepped out into the car park and twirled in a circle, arms outstretched.
“Here, put this on, you’ll freeze,” He pulled off his big green coat and held it out for me to put on. I hadn’t even realised how cold I was until he said it, I’d been so mesmerised by the magic of the snowfall. In hindsight it seemed like poor planning to have dressed in a thin jumper dress and tights when I was heading to the notoriously cold North of the country.
“Oh don’t be silly, then you’ll freeze, that makes no sense.”
“Look at you, you’re shivering. Unlike you, I’m actually prepared for the cold.” He was right, he had on a thick fleecy jumper and a hat which looked far better suited to the weather than my attire. He stepped towards me with the coat and held it open for me to slide into. I accepted gratefully, slipping in first one arm and then the other, then turning towards him. He zipped it up for me, as if I was a . My heart beat was quickening again and my breath caught in my throat. When his hand came to the top of the zip he stood still and just looked at me. The world seemed to shrink in that instant. He was so close I could feel his breath as it escaped from his mouth in little puffs of warm air, white in the freezing night.
I looked into his eyes. He was going to kiss me. Or I was going to kiss him. This is crazy, a voice in my head told me, but still I didn’t pull away. Then I didn’t think anymore, I gave in to the urge and opened my mouth as he leaned in towards me, wrapping his arms around my back. His lips met mine with a tenderness perfectly fitting the scene we had set as we stood embracing in the winter flurry. His lips were soft and warm, and as his mouth slowly moved against mine, I felt like I was melting. Kissing him back, my arms reached up and wrapped around his neck, and my whole body began to tingle.
There was an awareness of how absolutely insane this situation was – kissing a stranger I’d known for a matter of hours – but it was a distant awareness that barely registered and seemed unimportant. I felt alive in that moment, really alive for the first time in a long time. This perfect moment, which hadn’t been meticulously planned like every other aspect of my life, which hadn’t been carefully considered and scheduled. I felt his breathing grow heavier. I’m not sure who was leading the way, but the kiss was definitely growing in intensity and a felt myself fall into a delicious haze of lust as he pulled me closer to his body. My hand found its way under his beanie hat, tangling into the soft hair beneath as my other hand roamed down his back, over his buttocks.
I’m not sure what would have happened if the car hadn’t pulled into the carpark at that particular moment, bringing us both back to reality. We stopped kissing and looked at each other, then both laughed. Often on TV shows you see people apologise after an unexpected kiss. Ethan didn’t apologise and neither did I. I didn’t regret it for a second. In those few moments that we’d been lost in each other I’d realised something huge – I’d been so busy planning the perfect life and falling apart at the seams when it didn’t go according to my plan, that I’d completely forgotten to actually live in the moment.
“Well that was, um, new,” Ethan laughed, and I was glad he was as surprised as me by the kiss, that he didn’t regularly snog strangers in the carpark of his mother’s pub.
“All I can say is I’m glad I got lost in this place,” I smiled, stepping backwards from him and pulling my car keys from my bag as we began to walk over to my little Micra. He wrapped his arm around my back as we walked and my heart might have actually skipped a beat.
“You’re lost?” Ethan asked, as I opened the bag door and pulled out my overnight bag.
“Well, kind of, I just got confused by all the hills. But it’s cool. I’ll find my way in the morning.”
“Where are you going? I can help you?”
“Well, maybe you can help me in the morning,” I answered, glancing at him to see if he’d got my meaning. I could barely believe how forward I was being, but I knew that I couldn’t leave it here. His kiss had ignited something in me. Something I wanted more of. His mouth opened but he didn’t say anything, as if trying to find the right words.
“Here, be a good boy and carry my bag, I wouldn’t want you getting in trouble with mumsy now,” I interrupted before he could speak. He took my bag, and took my hand, then led me to the rear entrance of the building, with a second staircase leading directly to the upstairs floor.
“And here’s your room madam,” he announced, stepping aside for me to unlock the door.
It was actually a pretty large room and beautifully decorated, with a large dounble bed covered in a floral chenille throw, a cream carpet and subtle floral wallpaper, perfectly fitting for the country Inn that it was. A large bay window looked out over the hills, and I noticed that the snow was falling even more heavily now, my inner was squealing with glee. The room felt homely and welcoming, just like the rest of the place. Ethan set my bag on the bed and turned towards me.
“IS there anything I can get you? Or did you want to nip back downstairs for another drink?”
“No, I don’t need any more to drink. Dessert maybe,” I smiled, unzipping his coat and taking it off. The room was perfectly warm, the old building must have a very good central heating system.
“Sure, they do a delicious apple pie.”
“Ethan, I was trying to be provocative,” I laughed. “You’re ruining my attempts to be a sexy mysterious stranger.”
“I know what you were trying to do, and believe me there is nothing I would like more, I just don’t know if it’s such a good idea with your current situation and all. I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret. And, for the record, you are doing an outstanding job of being a sexy mysterious stranger.”
I think I might have fallen in love with him a little bit then. Here I was offering myself to him on a plate, and he was worried about me doing something I’d regret. Your current situation… his words brought Greg to mind and I was shocked to realise I hadn’t thought of him for at least an hour. Wow.
“Believe me, this has nothing to do with Greg.” I moved towards him until I was standing right in front of him. “Ethan I’ve never met anyone like you before, I might never meet anyone like you again. I’ve never done anything spontaneous before in my life. I don’t know what tomorrow holds for me, or next week, or next year. But I know that right now I want you so much that I can barely think straight.”
“Wow, well, when you put it like that,” he grinned, but his gravelly voice gave away his true feelings. I wasn’t one to assume that men would fall at my feet, I wasn’t usually very confident at all. But Ethan seemed like an open book, and I could see in his eyes that he wanted me as much as I wanted him.
He kissed me then. This time it was full on, unleashed passion, as our lips clashed and our tongues danced, our hands roaming over each other’s bodies. I felt like years of pent up passion and need had risen to the surface, ready to be released. I clawed at his clothes, tugging his jumper up until he stopped long enough to pull it over his head. Oh my god. He had the body straight out of my fantasy, standing there like an Adonis in just his blue jeans. I couldn’t stop staring at him chest, his well toned abs…
“Are you sure?” He asked, and I nodded, tearing my eyes away from his body to look into his eyes and assure him.
“Never been more sure of anything in my life,” I answered truthfully, pulling my jumper dress off and slipping out of my leggings so I was standing before him in just my underwear. He stepped backwards now and looked me up and down, drinking me in with his eyes in a way that I wasn’t used to at all, and I didn’t feel embarrassed by the attention. He made me feel good, womanly, wanted.
Taking my hand he pulled me towards him and brushed my black curls back from my face, before tilting my head up, leaning down, and kissing me again. I let my hands roam over his sculpted chest, his stomach, and up again, as his hands found the clasp of my bra. Unclipping it, he pulled it off and threw it aside, immediately cupping my breasts with more moans of delight as he continued to kiss me, his thumbs drawing circles around my hard nipples. His touch sent new waves of pleasure through me, I was aching to be touched down below, I could feel my lace panties dampening with desire. I was so turned on it was as if I’d been in a drought for years and finally found water.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pulled my body close to his, kissing him harder. My naked breast pressed against him and a fire was lit within me. His hands slipped around my back, down over the curves of my nearly bare buttocks, and he moaned softly into my mouth. I could feel his mounting desire poking hard against my stomach as his fingers played with the lace edges of my panties, tugging them slightly, causing them to rub against my sweet spot. I was completely gone then, lost in a haze of desire as my legs parted slightly and I mentally begged his hand to find its way between them.
I reached down between us and started to undo his belt. I wanted him naked, I wanted him. With a little fumbling I was successful, and gently pulled down the zip of his jeans, my hand brushing the hardness through the fabric. He actually stopped kissing me then and gasped.
“Primrose, you are a damn sexy woman. Are you sure you want this?” His voice was husky, barely controlled, and he was looking at me with an intensity that told me he was as gone as me.
“I would have thought that was pretty obvious by now,” I answered and pulled his hand down beneath my legs, gasping as he finally touched my throbbing sweet spot, rubbing it gently, almost growling as he did so. I let out a moan and rocked my hips slightly as he stroked me, throwing back my head and reaching my hand down to rub his hardness over the material of his boxers.
I couldn’t take it much longer, I was on the verge of cumming there and then. I tugged at his jeans, struggling to pull them down, and he took the hint and whipped them off in a second. His boxer shorts followed, so he was standing naked and ridiculously gorgeous in front of me.
He lifted me up, and my legs wrapped around his back, locking behind him, my arms around his neck again. His erection pushed against me, with only the material of my underwear stopping him from slipping inside me. I wanted nothing more than to feel him inside me right then. He started walking towards the bed.
“No, not the bed, over here,” I instructed, pointing at the chest of drawers behind me. I didn’t want to do it in the bed. If I was going to be wild and do something crazy, I wanted to do it differently. He followed my instructions and sat me on the edge of the dresser, my legs still wrapped around him. I leaned down and kissed him, pulling him in tighter with the strength of my legs, my hands in his hair, pulling his mouth against mine. As we kissed his hands wandered between fondling my breasts, caressing the arch of my naked back, roaming over my buttocks, my thighs, as if he couldn’t touch enough of me, as if he wanted to be all over every inch of me. I took one hand away from his head and took his erect manhood firmly, stroking up and down, up and down, faster and faster until I couldn’t bear not to have him inside me for a minute longer. My private parts were crying out for him now, so moist and ready for him.
“I want you now,” I whispered, arching my back and nibbling his ear lobe. As if my magic, he produced a condom, and slipped it on. Thank God one of us was thinking straight. Then his hands gripped the top of my white panties and pulled them down, down over my legs, and threw them aside. I sat naked atop the dresser. He took a moment to take me in with his eyes, and I opened my legs wider, inviting him towards me, as I leaned backwards on my hands and arched my back, enjoying the effect the naked sight of me was clearly having on him.
“Come here,” I insisted, when I couldn’t bare it any longer, I was throbbing with need. With his hands under my butt, he lifted me to the very edge of the dresser. My legs wrapped around his back once again, but this time there was no material between us. His hardness nestled at my moist opening and, looking into my eyes, he pushed inside me, slowly but surely, inch by inch, watching my face the whole time. My mouth opened with a moan of pure bliss as he filled me. As hard as rock, and big enough to hurt a little, he filled me so perfectly. Hooking my legs over his arms, he leaned into me and began thrusting in and out, in and out, slowly at first, as I leaned back on my hands and threw my head back, unable to stop myself from moaning. His mouth was on my jiggling breasts, sucking at my nipples, and his movements were speeding up as his need drove him to pump harder and harder.
Suddenly he wrapped an arm around my back and lifted me off the dresser, sitting me down hard on his hardness, causing me to scream out with pleasure. I was able to push my feet against the wooden foot of the bed just behind him to rock myself up and down on him, riding him hard as he supported my back with one arm and supported himself against the dresser with the other. With the added assistance from gravity driving me down onto him I just couldn’t take the sensation any longer. The vibration of electricity in my body turned into full on waves and all at once I could feel my orgasm overwhelm me. Crying out I rocked myself onto him harder and harder as the ripples tore through me, such exquisite pleasure.
When I’d eventually stilled, he lifted me from him and placed me on the floor, encouraging me to hold onto the end of the bed, leaning over me from behind and nuzzling my neck, his hot breath tickling me as I floated in a pleasant post orgasm haze. His hands reached around me and found my swinging breasts. His still rock solid manhood found my slippery slit and pushed into me easily as I arched my back and moaned. Even after climaxing so powerfully, the feeling of him entering me still sparked more lust inside me, and I pushed back against him, inviting him in deeper. One of his hands roamed lower, down over my stomach, stroking across my small thatch of hair, and finding my swollen nub. His finger traced tiny circles on me and I gasped, moving against him. Never before had I cum twice in a row, but as he pushed my button I knew I was about to experience that very thing. He pushed into me harder, and harder still, until he was really ramming it into me, his finger pushing my button, his manhood filling me up. He cried out at the exact moment my body flew in another climax, his hands gripping my hips and pulling me hard against him as he throbbed inside me. It seemed to last forever, just he and I, joined in ecstasy.
You’re no fun, Greg’s words floated into my mind again, but this time they didn’t have the power to hurt me like they had before. Like hell I’m not Greg, you just weren’t the right person to bring it out in me. I smiled and stood, turning to kiss Ethan gently.
Some time later, we lay together on the bed, exhausted but happy, entwined together lazily watching the snow fall outside the window. I could feel myself getting hot again as his hand traced circles on my stomach.
“I should really have a bath,” I mentioned, pleased that the room came with an ensuite. “care to join me?”
“You mean you’re not going to kick me out now you’ve had your wicked way with me?”
“Uh-uh, no way, I haven’t finished with you yet, Will you stay?” I asked, feeling bold. Hell, I could be anyone I wanted right?
“Well we’ve already had one crazy amazing evening, why not extend it into a crazy amazing night?” he smiled as I stood up.
“I warn you, we might not get much sleep though,” I teased, walking towards the bathroom. Then a thought suddenly hit me. “Damn! I forgot – I need to make a phone call quickly. I didn’t let the landlord guy know I wouldn’t be making it tonight. I checked the time on my phone, it was still before 9, not too late to call, I hoped.
“You never did tell me where you’re supposed to be staying?” Ethan asked, as I dialled the number of the guy who’d rented the cabin.
“A little cottage called Saffron House, somewhere near the village of Kettlewell,” I answered. Ethan’s mouth dropped open, apparently in shock. The phone in my ear began to ring, and a second later a phone in the room began to ring too. Ethan jumped up from the bed and retrieved his phone from the pocket of his jeans.
“Hello?” he said into his phone.
“Hello?” said the voice in my ear.
I looked at him, dumbfounded, and dropped the phone to the bed. “You? Err, you’re the landlord of Saffron house? But how…”
“You’re Mr Arden? Whose call I’ve been expecting for hours?” He countered my question.
“Yes. I mean no, Greg is, he booked it for me…”
He laughed. “Well it seems we were brought together by more than simple chance, I guess. Prim, welcome to the village of Kettlewell, and yes, I am the landlord of Saffron House, it’s one of the properties I’ve renovated and now rent out as holiday homes. And it’s just a couple of miles down the road. Seems you weren’t as lost as you thought you were.” He rounded the bed and walked towards me.
“So I’m renting your house for the week? How on earth is that possible?”
“Sometimes the truth is stranger than fiction sweetheart,” he wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head. “I, for one, am glad you will not be disappearing from my life at the break of dawn. Seems like that sleepless night, might turn into a sleepless week.”
I laughed then, still absolutely stunned by the coincidence. Who know what tomorrow had in store, or even next week, but right now, I was all about right now.
“So,” I smiled, “about that bath…”
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