Racing to meet him, with the top down, the wind whips through my hair; long midnight black tresses fly freely as I stomp on the gas.  80’s music blares from the radio and I smile at the thought of what is to come.  I can’t wait to see him, it’s been a few weeks and I crave his intimate touch like some illicit drug.  With wheels squealing, I make the sharp turn and stop under the massive, chandelier lit portico of The Resort. 

          As soon as the handsome, young valet opens my door I know it’s going to be a great weekend.  I swing my legs out of the rented convertible and my wrap-dress gapes open.  Silky thigh highs, satin garters and lace panties are instantly on display.  Looking down at me, the valet smirks and offers his hand to help me up out of the low slung sports car.  He knows me by name; I’ve got a little bit of a reputation at this five star hotel.  Giggling like a college co-ed, I slip a crisp five into his sweaty palm.  The humid Florida air caresses my skin, like a lover’s touch, the night is perfect.  He grabs my overnight bag out of the backseat and leads me past the massive doors into the lobby.  At this destination there is no need for check-in, the boy asks about my bag and I say put it in my room and add “if you’re feeling adventurous you can un-pack it for me”.   

          Creamy marble, the color of Neptune Beach sand, covers the floors, the intricate fountain stands before me but it remains empty.  I ask the desk staff when they’re going to fix it and we all laugh.  It hasn’t had water trickling in it for years.  One of these days I’m going to tip toe through it…maybe that’s why they won’t fix it.  Before me lies the exquisite lobby bar, beautiful bottles are spotlighted on glass shelves and the area is framed by flowing sheer drapes.  It looks like a church’s alter, elegant but understated; this is the only place I allow myself to worship.  I’m a hedonist at heart; I’ve made plenty of confessions here and even committed a few sins.  There are just three backless bar stools, but the cool marble slab could easily accommodate ten. 

          My stilettos click across the marble and the sound echoes through the cavernous space. It is half past seven and I see Jake at his post, he smiles and reaches for a martini glass, places it next to the shiny stainless shaker and then comes from behind the bar to greet me.  Jake puts his hands out and I slip mine into them, there is mischief in his sparkling blue eyes.  Bringing me in closer, he kisses my left cheek.  Smiling he escorts me to one of the stools.  There isn’t another soul around; quiet jazz permeates the silence until my old friend starts shaking my favorite martini.  We chit chat as he pours.  He asks who I’m meeting and I just laugh and say “my lover”.

          While catching up with my favorite bartender, I consume four martinis.  My date hasn’t arrived yet but I don’t worry, I know he will show.  By the time I finish martini number five the lobby has filled with locals who are there just for one of Jake’s infamous cocktails.  Some of them I know by name, I’ve been coming to this resort for a couple years.  Jake kids me about the first time we met and then I feel hot lips on the back of my naked neck. 

          I don’t move a muscle as a large hand slides down into the front of my low cut dress, his fingers find my nipple and he pinches it slightly before he whispers “hey baby, I missed you”.  He seals the deal with his contagious laugh; I’m immediately hot and wet for him.  Turning towards the sexy rogue, my silky wrap-dress slips off my leg as I re-cross it; my tanned hip is instantly exposed.  He runs his hand under the garter belt and cups my ass, and then he moves it back, towards my inner thigh.  His finger slides under the lace thong and into my moist slit.  We are entranced by each other and sparks fly.  Looking up into his eyes, I lean in and kiss him passionately.  All attention is on us, but we don’t care, it’s as if we are the only two people in the world. 

          Jake makes him a drink and we get busy.  His hands are all over me, it’s kind of like I’m getting sensually frisked by an undercover cop.  There isn’t an inch of me that he leaves undisturbed.  Standing behind me, he positions his body so his growing erection presses against my ass; I know he wants to be in it.  We put on quite a show for the other guests; it is our foreplay.  I look over my shoulder as my lover kisses the nape of my neck, heat radiates through me because I know we are going to fuck.  Picking up my martini, I swallow the last half of it and hop down from my perch.

          Crossing the lobby, I head down a quiet hall to the ladies’ room; I never look back at him or utter a word.  I know he will follow.  Opening the mahogany door, I enter the out-of-the-way powder room.  Once inside, there is very little light, just two small pendants hanging above the smooth buttery marble sinks.  I fix my hair but don’t bother to apply more lipstick.  I hear heavy footsteps coming towards the door, I know it’s him.  The latch clicks and I’m not alone anymore. 

          He watches patiently as I untie my dress and let it slink off, it pools on the floor and I kick it away with the toe of my shoe.  Then he’s on me, his mouth is hungry, he kisses my lips and our tongues find each other.  Then he cups one of my breasts and releases it from my lace bra.  His tongue circles my nipple before his teeth find their mark.  Heat rushes to my pussy and I need to have him inside me.  Crouching down, kneeling at his feet, I unzip his pants and place my hand around his shaft, pulling it out; I let the tip of my tongue taste, before I take him into my awaiting mouth.  I gaze up, as I pleasure him; he smiles and runs his hands through my hair, guiding me back and forth.

          Standing up, I kiss him roughly, he spins me around so my back is against his chest; his rock hard cock finds its way between my legs.  We watch each other in the mirror as our bodies become one.  I lean over the counter; goose bumps cover my flesh as my stomach comes in contact with the cold marble surface.  Excitement rushes through my veins like heroine; as he penetrates me, his hands rest on my hips and he pulls me closer.  White heat, like an uncontrollable nuclear reaction, takes over and things get intense.  Picking up speed, he slams into me from behind and I start to climax.  He tells me “let go and cum all over my cock”.  Like an obedient pet I do exactly what he says.  Moaning loudly I clamp down on him before I release my sex…but we aren’t finished.

          Before I realize what’s happening, strong hands are around my waist, lifting me up.  Now my hot, wet slit and ass are on the cold marble, it feels insanely good.  Wrapping my legs around his body, I bring him into me.  Reaching up for his face, I pull him down to my mouth and kiss him as he slides in and out of me.  Then I direct his lips to my nipple, he suckles and I orgasm again, but this time I’m not alone.  He groans loudly and I know he’s ready to cum.  Leaning into him, I bite his nipple through his dress shirt as I drench him with my juices.  He grunts as he explodes inside me.  Exhausted and slick with sweat, he runs his hands up my neck, cups my face in them and gently kisses my swollen lips.  While staring into my eyes he says “you belong to me” I answer with “I know baby…you own all of me, lets hit the elevator”…

Part II

          Giggling like a couple of kids we struggle to keep our hands off each other long enough to get dressed.  Too lazy to put the whole ensemble back on, I roll my garter belt and stockings up and stuff them in my purse.  My face is flushed and I look like I’ve been in a sauna.  I lean into the mirror to survey the damage and reapply my lipstick.  “You look amazing you slutty wench, let’s get going” he reaches for my hand and kisses my palm in a seductive way.  Smiling at him I know what he’s in a rush for.  The elevator will have to wait.  The evening’s festivities aren’t finished yet. 

          My partner is in the mood for public exhibition and I will be the artwork on display.  I’m excited by the prospect, but I sense that he is slightly apprehensive about how the evening will play out.  We have talked about doing something like this for over a year.  It is something he wants very badly and I will do it for him because I do belong to him…completely.  I know how possessive he is of me, but it gets him off to know that other men want me.  There is a fine line between asking too much and taking too much and I hope that we aren’t crossing it.  I don’t want to lose this man, he means too much to me.

          Before we exit the powder room he pins me up against the door and kisses me like he did the first night we met; the very night he claimed me as his.  He makes me weak in the knees, my body craves him.  I’m addicted to the way he makes me feel about myself, he is my drug of choice and I can’t wait until I get my next fix.  When we finally tear our lips from each other’s, I wipe lipstick off his devilish smirk.  I run the tip of my tongue over his lips and he tries to capture it but I’m faster than he is. 

          We come out of the ladies’ room together, laughing, he walks ahead of me a little but his hand trails behind him.  I take it like a small child, I trust him to keep me safe.  He will protect me at all costs.  He asks if I’d like a nightcap and I say “yes…I actually need a few shots of courage to do what we’re planning”.  When the bartender sees us returning he smirks and starts pouring.  By the time we reach the bar our drinks are awaiting us.  I pick mine up and swallow the entire contents in one gulp.  I put the glass down and point to it.  Jake doesn’t question, he just pours.  I put the glass to my kiss-swollen lips once again and tip my head back.  My man watches me and smiles.  “You ok baby?” I lean into him and kiss him hungrily and whisper “Yes, I’m almost ready.”

          The lobby has thinned out and there’s only one other couple left at the bar and a few businessmen in Hawaiian shirts.  I see the look of deviancy on my lover’s face, as he sizes up the two unsuspecting victims.  My man is a big guy and he knows how to take care of himself and all that he owns.  The game is on…Striking up a friendly conversation he asks the two men where they’re from and offers to buy them another drink.  They’re Midwesterners there for a trade show, but they seem very eager to get to know us, even though they have no clue what’s happening. 

          I ask for one more drink, as my man slides his hand up under my dress; he doesn’t stop until three of his fingers are deep inside my pussy.  It feels insanely good and I grind against them slowly.  Positioning his body behind me, he leans over and kisses my neck, his teeth linger and it sends electricity through my entire body.  His other hand glides over my bronzed skin and slips into my bra, cupping my breast he lifts it so the onlookers can see my dark, puckered nipple.  The businessmen just stare at the two of us, their mouths gaping open like fishes out of water.  He then asks in a low voice “What do you think of my mistress…would like to see more of her…would you like to see just what she’ll do for me?”  I smile coyly, and wait for their answer.  One pipes up and says “sure, who wouldn’t?”  That was just the “in” that was needed.

          Jake catches on and pours four shots.  We all toast each other.  I’m totally intoxicated and starting to get into the mood for the performance of my life.  I make eye contact with one of the clowns, lick my lips seductively and wink; I notice a bulge in his pants.  I think to myself…this is going to be fun.  My lover asks if the men would like to take a walk outside to look at the full moon with us and my heart rate accelerates.  My sexy rogue helps me off my barstool, like a gentleman and signs the tab.  He places his hand on my lower back and leads the way to the exit.  As we walk his hand moves down to my ass, he caresses it through the silky fabric of my dress.  One of the men gets cold feet before we go out into the night and says he’s heading up to his room.  The guy with the hard-on for me says “goodnight” to his friend and leers at me.  I’m suddenly very nervous, I’ve never done anything like this, my palms are sweaty but shamelessly my pussy is wet and ready for whatever comes next. 

          We exit the building and the warm ocean breeze feathers my skin.  The waves are breaking, in a melodic chorus, against the shore.  The moon is massive, it reflects on the calm, mirror-like, Atlantic.  It’s bright enough so I can make out the details on my lover’s smirking face.  He’s in his glory and I feel more relaxed now that we are under the moon’s spell.  I know in my heart that he won’t let anything happen unless I want it to.  In the corner of the outdoor bar area there is a raised fire pit and a large sectional sofa.  We move to the couch and my partner asks the businessman to sit down.  He tells him the rules…he can watch, he can’t touch me but he can touch himself if he asks my permission before he does it…

          I stand on display just a few feet away from the stranger.  I feel powerful.  I may be doing this solely because my partner asked it of me but surprisingly, it also gets me off.  I untie the sash to my wrap dress and let it fall to the ground.  I stand there in heels, a virginal white lace bra and a matching thong.  My body looks great in the silvery light of the moon.  Mr. Hawaiian shirt gets more worked up and I haven’t even started yet.  Something comes over me and I begin to act like a horny slut.  It feels good to let go of all my inhibitions and explore the possibilities of my sexuality. 

          My lover takes control and tells me what to do; I will do no more or no less…this is the point where I stop thinking, I do everything he tells me to.  “Baby, I want you to show this man your body, the body that you have given to me.  Take off your bra and then turn around, bend over and take off your thong.  I want him to see the ass and cunt that he will never touch.”  I unclasp my bra and drop it to the deck, I hear the audience of one gasp.  I run my hands up over my huge tits and pinch my nipples as I look at my lover.  “Did I say you could touch yourself yet?”  I smile and say “sorry” knowing that it will earn me a good spanking later.  Turning slowly, I bend over so my ass is high in the air; I slide the thong down over my full hips and let it fall to the ground.  My lover’s finger runs down the curve of my back and disappears between my cheeks.  His touch feels good; I can’t wait until this is over, the urge to fuck like an animal is overwhelming.  I want my lover buried inside me so badly that I can’t think straight.

          I’m told to sit on the coffee table in front of the businessman with my legs spread wide, and then my partner tells me to touch myself.  “I want you to cum for me baby.”  At this point I’m so aroused and drunk that I jump at the chance to release some of my sexual tension.  I run my hand down my tanned stomach and slowly bury four fingers into my pussy.  The stranger leans forward in his seat a little bit and my man threatens to knock him on his ass if he gets any closer to me.  I aggressively slide my hand in and out of my wet slit.  It doesn’t take long for me to begin climaxing.  I ask “can I cum now?”  And I hear “yes.”  Mr. Hawaiian shirt reaches for his belt and then asks if he can touch himself.  I say “no, I don’t want to see that.”  Fearfully, he glances over at my man; the businessman moves his hand away from his bulging pants and returns to watching me intently.

          As heat surges through my womanhood, I forget where I am and who’s watching.  My breathing becomes heavy and I moan lightly, I go past the point of no return and cum violently.  As I finish, my man’s bellowing voice says “the show is over; get the fuck out of here!”  The confused businessman gets up and actually runs to the hotel entrance.  Then I hear a zipper and the jingle of a belt buckle.  I know that I’ve gone a good job.  My sexy rogue is pleased and ready to take what is his and only his. 

          My protector scoops me up and throws me down on the couch; before I know it he is naked too and on top of me.  The weight of his body feels so good; I love when he pins me down.  He smothers me with his possessive need and I’m ravenously turned on.  Our mouths find each other and we make out roughly, I can’t get enough of him.  I must have him inside me…I don’t have to wait long to get what I need.  His huge cock slams into my cunt with one forceful thrust, I wrap my legs up around his ass as he fucks me hard.  He looks into my eyes as he slams into me and whispers “you’ll always belong to me” and at that moment a burning hot orgasm explodes inside me and I scream his name into the darkness.  I dig my nails into his back and I lean up to lick his nipples.  Our moans mix with the crashing surf and are carried down the beach with the humid trade winds. 

          I glance up towards the hotel’s oceanfront balconies and see that we have an audience.  There are a few shadowy silhouettes watching us.  I point to them and my lover says “lets give them a real show” we roll over and then I’m on top.  In his most seductive voice he says “ride me…use my cock” and like a good girl I do exactly as I’m commanded to.  As I fuck him, I take his hands in mine and place them on my nipples.  He pinches them, instantly I’m reenergized. I grind harder against his amazing, thick cock until I cum once again…

*note (For some reason the formating is off and I can’t edit it!)

Goodbyes…

Responsibility made me say it to my dreams

Even though I never really forget them

Reality forced me to say it to my hopes

Even though the future makes anything possible

Without regret, I say good riddance to past mistakes

Even though I learned valuable lessons from all of them

Angrily, I said it to the people who betrayed me

Only to turn around and return the favor without a second thought

Devastated I have said it to the friends I made along the way

Brokenhearted I have said it to the people who I have loved deeply

I’m prepared to sacrifice myself for the people I love so that they can go on

I have realized that life is all about letting go of the things I hold dear to my heart

The one thing that keeps me going is that we never really say goodbye to someone we love

Locked away in our hearts forever nothing can truly erase them, not time, blood, sweat or tears

The Race

I’ve always hated to run, even when I was a little girl

In my childhood dreams I could fly but I’d always awake grounded

Over time I learned that if I wanted to survive, I needed to run like the wind

Like a young filly fresh from the womb, once I stood, the rest was second nature

After a few false starts my shaky legs began to strengthen, I found a slow methodical rhythm

Out of breath, I pushed on, gathering speed and confidence

In a marathon for my life, I didn’t realize the importance of how I ran my race

Looking around at the people jogging with me, I made mental notes of their faces

Some smiled and sprinted ahead; others whimpered and fell further behind the pack

There were a few guys I fell in step with, but they led me on the most treacherous trails

The first leg of this competition we call love was exciting, but was it worth the risk of injury?

Strewn with loose rocks and debris, the path skirted deep chasms, if I tripped my life was over

Choosing the hardest way back to the main road, eventually I lost pace with my false partners

Without a map or guiding force, I ran in meandering circles and slowly became completely lost

The hills were a fucking bitch, I’d surmount one and there’d be a steeper incline on the other side

Stopping wasn’t an option, sweating profusely, courageously I forged on

Slowly being strangled by fatigue, unable to catch my breath, my muscles constricted

Horrendous stomach cramps almost halted me; I retched uncontrollably and shook with fear

Then, I collapsed, laying alone by the roadside in the fetal position; I contemplated giving up

Many runners passed by, some laughed at my crumpled form others shook their heads in disgust

When I had lost all hope, there was the undeniable beat of someone’s feet against the pavement

Cresting the hillside that had finished me off, there was a shadowy form of a man

Assuming he too would pass, I was startled when he slowed and crouched next to me

Too weak to raise my head, he cradled it in his hand and poured water into my parched mouth

Blinking back the tears, I gazed up into his gentle blue eyes for the first time, he was different

With his help, I clawed my way back upright, on blistered bloodied feet, I walked until I jogged

Slowing his long stride, I realized that whenever I tired he patiently waited for me

Eventually, I wasn’t running at all, I was gliding like I had in my childhood dreams of flight

My journey became effortless once with him; the marathon’s purpose suddenly wasn’t significant

Work has been crazy and I haven’t seen him in weeks.  I get a random text with nothing more than a Chicago address and a time, all it says is be here by noon Thursday.  I’m instantly aroused.  I hate that I respond to him like this.  Just the memory of our bodies intertwined and sweaty after hours of fucking is enough to make me touch myself right in the middle of a crowded conference room.  Some clown in a cheap suit is giving a presentation, luckily the lights are dimmed.  No one notices that I’ve lost interest in what is going on around me. 

Reaching between my legs, I grace the hard little nub that grew as I read his short text.  I bring my chair in closer to the table and start rubbing my clit through my dress slacks.  The lace thong I’m wearing adds just enough friction to get things started.  Slouching down in my chair so I can get a better angle, I start to grind against my fingers.  I lose myself and visualize his tongue gliding over my clit and then diving deep into my juicy, hot pussy.  Shocking me, my body responds to my mind’s trickery and I start to climax.  I let a little whimper out and feel moist heat permeate the thin fabric of my pants.  Suddenly, all eyes are on me.  The guy sitting next to me clears his throat and I look over at him.  Blushing, I remove my hand from its resting place.  Unable to help myself I run my finger lightly across my ruby red lips.  Instantly, I can smell my musky essence.  My business partner smirks and kicks me under the table with his fine Italian leather loafer.  He shakes his head in disapproval and I let a tiny giggle out. 

I manage to refocus, just as the meeting winds down.  I gather my belongings, rush to my office and close the door.  I reply via text. Ok, you sexy bastard, I’ll see you tomorrow.  I haven’t had an intense orgasm since the last time I saw my skilled lover.  The fact that we are too busy to make time for each other is insane.  There are times that I want to hate him for getting under my skin, but I’m powerless against him.  He owns all of me and I wouldn’t want anything less.  I make a few calls and clear my calendar for a couple days.  We’ve been apart too long, there will be lots of things that will need to be taken care of before he lets me leave his sight Monday morning. 

I rush home and throw a few items in an overnight bag.  I don’t pack outfits, just lingerie; I know we won’t be leaving the room.  I take a hot shower and get to bed early.  I’m so excited that I have to take a pill to fall asleep.  I have a 4 hour drive ahead of me in the morning so I need to be well rested.  Eventually, I drift off into a dreamless trance.  When I get up, I carefully select what I’m going to wear.  Low cut sweater, push up bra, flowing silk skirt, thigh high stockings and the highest heels I have.  No need for panties, he’d just rip them off as soon as he caressed my fat ass.

I toss my bag on the passenger seat of my classic MG.  This car is my baby, it is an expensive indulgence but I have the money to afford such foolishness.  My mechanic found me a second MG that we use just for parts; I think I’ve put 2 of his kids through college with my repair costs over the last few years.  She purrs like a kitten, so I don’t complain.  With the top down and the wind in my hair I almost feel free enough to dream like I did in my younger, less jaded days.  I have so much on my mind that the minutes vanish like sand from an hourglass. My GPS directs me to the front entrance of the tallest building in Chicago.

Spotting the elevator making its way up the spine of the skyscraper, I know exactly why he picked this hotel.  I text 2 words, I’m here.  The valet helps me out of my car and I sling my overnight bag over my shoulder.  He asks if he can have it delivered to my room; I give him my lover’s last name.  The valet says that he has been expecting me and that my friend was in the lobby bar.  I slip him a ten dollar bill and tell him to take care of my baby, he beams at me. 

My huge tits bounce as I strut my stuff like some high-priced runway model.  Hell, I probably look like a high-priced call girl, but I don’t give a fuck about what anyone thinks, I’m going to be in the arms of my master soon. I pass through the lobby and then I see his unmistakable form sitting at the bar.  He’s surrounded by businessmen; they all look alike in their navy blue suits, but my man stands out from the herd like a prized stallion.  My inner cowgirl comes to life, I get wet instantly.  My heels click across the marble floor and they all turn and watch as I enter the lounge.  There is an olive filled martini waiting for me, extra dirty…just like our weekend will be. The object of my desire has that all-knowing, devilish grin on his face as I walk up to him. 

My sexy scoundrel turns in his seat, I force my way in-between his legs and grab his package as my lips crash into his in a cataclysmic kiss.  His cock is already hard for me.  I slide my tongue deeper into his mouth and he grabs the sides of my face with his big hands, pulling me in closer.  We take possession of each other for a few minutes and then we come up for air.  Breathlessly, he leans in and kisses my ample cleavage, and then he goes back for more, sucking hard enough to leave a bright red mark about an inch above my dark, puckered nipple.  He slides off his barstool and with his huge hands on my full hips, guides me into his place.  Running his prying hand up under my skirt as the others watch is the grand finale.  His fingers find my womanhood and he smiles when he doesn’t feel any panties.  One finger graces my wet slit but he doesn’t penetrate me.  “Good girl…you ready to show me how much you missed me?”

“Yes, your obedient slut is ready to do whatever you ask of her.”  My voice is husky and drips with sensuality’s sweet nectar.  Everyone in the entire place knows that we are going to be fucking before they even finish their cocktails.  A few of the men raise their eyebrows in disbelief at our public display of affection.  Funniest part is that no one would have put us together as a couple and I love that.  This man is my sexual counterpart; my body was made for only him.  There has never been another man that knew how to use it to its full potential.  I feel lucky that we found each other, even if it happened very late in the game. 

I swallow my Grey Goose martini in two un-lady-like gulps; my lover lets out a boisterous laugh.  “Is my needy wench in a rush to go somewhere?”  I grab the olive filled toothpick and bring it to my lips.  I open my mouth and let my tongue tease the olive in the same manner that I usually tease his balls.  Then I deep throat all 3 olives and leer into his eyes.  “Hell yes I’m ready, I can’t wait to have your hands all over my ass and tits.” That’s all it takes to get things moving, my partner throws a twenty on the bar and we are on our way.  His hand starts on the small of my back but before I know it he has placed it possessively on the cheek of my round ass. 

There’s a young bellman by the bank of elevators, my lover slips him something and we’re escorted into an empty, awaiting lift.  Our room is on the 75th floor, we need to use a room key to access that level. Before the doors close he attacks me.  His bulk pushes me against the glass wall of the elevator as he devours my mouth like he is starving to death for me.  I can feel the warmth of the sun on my back but the coolness of the glass catches my attention.  His hands pull my skirt up and then intuitive fingers find my wet cunt.  I want to worship his cock but for the first time ever he says no.  He turns me around and yanks my perfect tits out of my sweater.  Suddenly, my back is against his chest and I can feel his rock hard erection pressing against the crack of my naked ass.  He pinches my nipples between nimble fingers and kisses my neck like a vampire ready to feast on my hot, oxygen rich blood. I can’t wait another second to have him enter me.  I reach behind me and unzip his pants. 

Once his massive cock is released holy hell breaks loose.  He spins me around and lifts me up slightly, I wrap my legs around his waist and with one quick pump his cock is deep inside my silky cunt.  My naked ass teeters on the stainless handrail.  We kiss like the place is on fire and we know we aren’t going to make it out alive.  This exchange gives a whole new meaning to the phrase ‘towering inferno’.  He thrust up into me and I meet every one of his movements by arching my back in a rocking motion. Our bodies begin to slap together loudly as intensity takes hold and finally his head hits my sweet spot.  The breath catches in the back of my throat and he stops kissing me.  For a brief second we are one, our eyes lock and nothing else matters.  With a grunt, he pounds deeper into me, my cunt tightens and my entire body shudders much like a shiver on the coldest winter night, but I’m not cold, I’m on fire.  “Cum for me, baby!”  I close my eyes and let everything go…I cum all over his cock as the elevator doors slide open…but we aren’t finished.

He lets his cock slip out of me and I stand gingerly on my own two feet.  Leaning over he pushes the down button and the doors slam shut like a guillotine.  “You are going down now, my sultry slut.”  Smiling like the cat that is about to swallow the canary, I know exactly what he desires.  Before he makes it back to my side of the small elevator chamber, I’m on my knees waiting to pleasure him.  Gazing up in a submissive manner I ask for his permission like some sex slave. “May I please suck your delicious cock?” Smirking, he runs his hands through my hair and brings me closer to his still erect cock.  I don’t waste a second; I want to feast on him so badly that it hurts.  His beautiful cock is still slick with our succulent juice.  I taste our mixed sexual essences and I get more aroused and eager to get him off.  I lick the underside of his shaft slowly until I reach his soft hairy balls.  I press my face into the sac and suck slightly before I return to his rock hard cock.  I take him into my mouth and cradle his shaft with my long talented tongue…then I begin to bob on it like it is the sweetest lollipop in the entire world. 

With his hands knotted in my hair he begins to control the speed in which I suck him in and out of my mouth.  A little moan escapes and I feel his cock tense.  “I’m going to cum, baby.” I don’t need him to tell me that, there is no doubt in my mind that he is ready to explode into my awaiting throat.  He begins to really fuck my face and I concentrate on just the taut skin of his head.  I grip his shaft with a closed fist and exert a little pressure, trying to slow down his orgasm, but it’s too late, he’s way past the point of no return.  I taste him first and then I feel his hot frothy cum fill my mouth, I swallow to make sure I don’t let a drop escape.  The doors start to open but they close quickly.  The young bellman must have been taking care of us.  He’s given us a double ride…in more than one way.

My lover brings me to my feet, pulling me close to his chest, in a protective manner.  This man can be so gentle sometimes that it takes my breath away.  After our animalistic exchange it is time for a little romance.  “I missed you.” I don’t answer I just let my swollen lips feather over his.  Our tongues connect once again but this time it is tender and almost innocent, like a first kiss.  His hands find my ass and he kneads my full cheeks as our embrace tightens.  He turns me around so I’m facing the amazing view of the city.  My tits are still exposed and I feel the warmth of the sun on them through the glass of the elevator.  His hands find my nipples and he rolls them between his thumb and index finger.  I lean back into him and reach over my shoulder.  He responds and kisses my neck lightly; just like he did the first time we met.  “Damn, I needed this weekend with my saucy wench.” I smile knowing that he still wants me as badly as he did when we started this little adventure.  The elevator stops, we uncouple, he zips up, I tuck my tits away and we exit the chamber holding hands… 

We almost run down the hallway, neither one can wait to get completely naked on the huge bed that awaits us… “I’m famished; shall we order some room service before we continue?” 

“Yes, you silly slut, we won’t be leaving this room until Monday morning, you need to eat so you can keep your strength up, I have big plans for us!”

@Condawg from Twitter says “Been reading your book all day in the car. Incredibly gripping stuff. Didn’t even hear my brother say my name several times.  It reads like fiction, until I snap out of that and remember that it’s shit that actually happened to you. It’s awesome learning about your past and how you grew up, but I’ve found myself close to tears on more than one occasion. You present your story incredibly well.

Unlimited trust

Untainted honesty

Undeniable bond 

Unforgiveable thoughts

Unexplainable chemistry

Unsuspecting strangers

Unrestrained spirits

Untamable desires

Unstoppable urges

Unadulterated lust

Unthinkable fantasies

Unanswered questions

Unspoken promises

Uninhibited requests

Unending feasts

Unabated passion

Unexpected tenderness

Un-relinquishing hungers

Unfathomable pleasures

Unimaginable orgasms

Unfinished lists of things we must do…

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Part I 

The sun is shining bright; it’s an unseasonably warm spring morning.  I sign the rental contract and head to the parking garage.  A shiny, yellow convertible awaits me.  I throw a large blanket and the picnic basket I packed for our tryst into the trunk.  Smiling like the cat that just swallowed the canary I open the driver’s side door and slink into the low slung chariot of pleasure.  This day has been on my mind for weeks, excitement surges through me as I turn the key and rev the engine.  I slam it into reverse and step on it, the wheels chirp and I giggle like I’m some teen going on a joy ride. 

By the time I hit the highway I’ve gotten a feel for the car.  My libido is off the charts; then again it always is when I’m on my way to see you.  The 80’s radio station is up all the way and my long bangs whip, wildly in the wind.  I merge into traffic and set the cruise control on a comfortable 85mph.  I pick up my phone and dial your number.  I say I’m on my way and to cancel the rest of your afternoon appointments.  You start to tell me you’re too busy but I stop you mid sentence and say “I rented the car.  I’m wearing a wrap dress, lace push up bra and a matching thong.”  When you reply that you don’t believe me, I untie the dress and snap a picture.  I send it to you and you say “ok, baby, I’ll clear my schedule.” 

Before you hang up you ask me to touch myself while I drive so I’m extra hot when I pick you up.  Giggling, I promise I’ll do as I’m told and ask if you want proof of my sexual deviance.  You tell me I better send a picture and the call ends with a click.  My blood pressure rises as I think about your hands on my body, your lips on mine and your cock buried deep inside me.  There’s very little traffic so I let my hand wander between my legs, I’m already wet for you.  I slide a finger into my hot slit and snap a sultry photo for your eyes only.  You have turned me into a needy slut, but strangely that’s part of the allure for me.  I accelerate to 100mph and pass a few cars, you hate my need for speed but you’re not there to control me.  What you don’t know, won’t hurt you. 

I come up on a little traffic as I crest the next hill. I have to put the breaks on when two tractor trailer trucks box me in.  The driver next to me sees where my hand is and rolls down his window.  Leaning out, he yells “you need any help with that?”  He has a bird’s eye view, so I decide to put on a little show.  I use my knee to hold the steering wheel and I open my dress up more so my entire body is exposed, then I pull one of my tits out of my bra and pinch it as I flash a big smile.  I take my left foot and I put it up on the dashboard and begin getting myself off.  The juices flow freely as I climax.  When I’m done, my audience of one watches me intently as I lick my fingers clean.  The traffic clears and I step on the gas pedal once again, leaving the truck driver wanting more.  When I hit 120mph, I ease off the gas a little.  I can’t wait to tell my sexy scoundrel how the stranger watched me; he loves it when other men lust for what’s his.

The sun is hot on my tits and thighs but the breeze cools me off.  For some reason the drive seems shorter today. I pull into your office parking lot and pull into a spot that is concealed by a delivery truck.  I text and you come out, your smile widens as you get closer.  My nipples tighten and peek out of the lace bra, you smirk and I tell you to get in.  You open the door, drop into the passenger’s seat and lean over to kiss me; your fingers find one of my nips and pinch it.  Our mouths are hungry; it’s been too long since we were last together.  Tongues tangle and heat rushes to my core.  I reach over and feel your package.  Your cock is as hard as a rock, but sitting in the parking lot where your partners can see us is not a good idea.

I throw the Mustang in reverse and step on it.  You give me directions out of town and then your hand finds my wet cunt.  You kiss my neck as you thrust two fingers into me.  I grind against your knuckles and turn to kiss you.  You’re suddenly serious “Eyes on the road, baby” The phrase makes me giggle.  Laughing at you I reply “Yes, sir…whatever you say.”  We leave the congestion of the city and before I know it we’re in the rolling Michigan hills.  Miles of freshly tilled fields form a deep brown patchwork quilt on one side of the back road and flowering apple trees line the other.  You point to a dirt access road in a huge apple orchard.  Smirking, I pull off the pavement.  I drive about a quarter mile before I put the car in park and turn off the ignition. 

Attacking each other like horny teenagers I struggle to get your pants unzipped.  You lift your ass up and slide your kakis down to your ankles.  Within seconds I’m completely naked and I’ve climbed on top of you.    I unbutton your oxford cloth shirt and help you get it off and hastily toss it into the backseat.  Running my hands over your strong shoulders makes me even more aroused, I love your body.  I kiss you long and hard as I straddle your lap.  It takes a little maneuvering but I find a comfortable position.  You lay the seat back and things heat up. 

I grab onto your face and devour your mouth as I slowly lower myself onto your amazing wide cock.  I feel every inch of you enter me as my cunt swallows you up until your huge balls rest between the cheeks of my ass.  Our desire for each other is unfathomable, I’m so worked up that I get the tingle of an orgasm after just a few deep thrusts.  Your hands squeeze my full ass as you forcefully pull me up and down your shaft.  My juices drench your balls as I start to bounce on your cock, our bodies slap together loudly as we hit our stride. 

My skin is slick with sweat, our bodies glide together like fine tooled pistons in an Italian race car’s engine.  Picking up speed, I grab onto the headrest to get better leverage.  My breathing picks up and then the head of your cock hits my swollen G spot.  At that second the breath catches in the back of my throat.  You can tell by the expression on my face that I’m going to cum.  You grab my face in your hands and stop me from kissing you.  Looking into my eyes you whisper “cum for me baby, show me how badly you want me.”  Your words are enough to push me over the edge.  An orgasm shoots through me like a white hot lightening bolt.  I scream out in ecstasy and you grab my ass tighter as you thrust your erection up to meet my hot greedy cunt.  Your nails dig into my soft flesh until it hurts but that just excites me more. 

I don’t stop fucking your cock after the first orgasm, I know there is more to come because you can stay hard longer than any man on earth.  I bring my tits to your mouth and you bite down on my sensitive nipples.  A spark ignites in me once again as my clit feels the burning friction of our coupling. I orgasm violently, but this time I am not alone.  You moan loudly, “I’m going to cum, tighten your pussy around me as I fill you up.”  Our animalistic grunts reverberate through the vacant orchard and eventually I collapse against your chest.  Our hearts beat loudly; our breathing is still labored from the workout.  You reach up and brush a strand of wet hair out of my eyes as you gently kiss my lust bruised lips.

The sun beats down on our naked bodies.  It feels so damn good after such a long cold winter.  Bringing my mouth to your nipple, I tease it lightly with my tongue until I hear you exhale.  Your breath is hot on the back of my neck, your lips gently make contact and you kiss me like you did the first time we met.  Your finger finds my ass and you penetrate me as I work your nipples. 

After a few minutes of cool down time we both giggle because this little road trip has been a long time coming.  It’s a miracle that our busy schedules allow for such a decadent afternoon.  We savor the moment knowing that it might be the last.  Life has a way of taking the things that we crave most of all.  This knowledge is always in the back of our minds but we try not to dwell on the uncertainty of our complicated relationship.   

I slip back into the driver’s seat but don’t bother getting dressed.  Your silky smooth voice is like music to my ears when you say “Hey baby, we need to find a field where so we can have a picnic and drink that Grand Traverse Riesling you have on ice.”  I start the engine and we head towards our next naughty adventure of the afternoon…

I kiss you hungrily, then I remove all your clothing

I don't want you to touch me...I just want you to watch me

I place my hand on your chest to forcefully push you towards the bed

I ask if you are ready for me to strip for you and you say "oh yeah, baby"

I take my glasses off and place them on the desk

I peel my shirt up over my head and drop it to the floor 

I shake my bangs out and then run my hands up over my tits 

I pinch both my nipples hard through my lace bra and smile at you

I ask if you would like to slide your amazing cock between my big breasts

I lean in for a kiss

I run my tongue over your lips 

I won't let you kiss me back just yet

I rotate so you can see how tight my skirt is 

I bend over slightly and run my hands over my fat ass

I caress my cheeks as I glance back at you over my shoulder 

I ask if you want a piece of this luscious ass and you say "hell yes"

I slowly slink my skirt down over my full hips and round ass

I let it slide to the floor and then kick it out of the way with my toe

I now wear nothing but a black lace bra, black thong and black thigh highs

I turn, bend over and grab my ankles as I spread my legs nice and wide for you

I ask if you like what you see…and then I ask if you want to eat my ass and pussy

I slowly stand up and face you once again

I reach back and undo my bra so my huge tits hang free

I grab my nipples and pinch them until they're hard as rocks 

I bring one nipple to my mouth and lick it with the tip of my tongue

I ask you if you want your mouth where mine is…and you tell me you do

I put my high heel up on the bed next to your leg

I slowly remove my thigh high and kick the shoe to the floor

I put my foot into your crotch and fondle your balls a little with my toes 

I bend over to remove the other stocking and I lick your cock as I stand up 

I step back, turn around, bend over and remove my thong slowly as you stare

I ask if you're going to fuck me extra hard tonight but don't wait for you to answer

I run one finger up my inner thigh suggestively 

I slip that finger into my wet slit as you watch intently

I wait till its extra wet then I pull it out and lean in closer to you

I run my slick finger across your lips then I kiss you passionately

I ask if you like the way I taste and smell…you tell me that I drive you crazy

Last Days of Winter

A slick, black ink smothered everything.  The moonlight shrouded the world in ominous shadows like an overexposed negative.  There were no hopeful, vibrant colors, just shades of black and gray, that fit my mood perfectly.  Allowing the velvety dead of night to envelope and obscure me from everyone’s prying eyes, I was finally alone with my thoughts. 

Frigid that night, I enjoyed the tingly sensation of the beginnings of frostbite; it reminded me that, despite all I had endured, I was still amongst the living. Before me, I saw nothing but my breath dancing in a shapeless, ghostly mist.  It dispersed quickly, leaving me solitary once again.  It was the kind of evening where one could stray into the forest and never be heard from again.  No one would miss me if I slipped away into the icy nothingness.  Finishing my third drink, I effortlessly poured another; then, smiling at the idea of finally out-running my demons, I contemplated if I had the courage to just shut up and do it. 

On the fringe of the pitch black woods that surrounded the desolate junkyard, I anonymously sat, cloistered from my peers. Trapped, my legs were like roots buried deep in the ground. Eventually I’d have to return to the barren wasteland that had become my teenage existence, but- for now- I relished the quiet calm before the next approaching storm’s arrival.

Closing my eyes, I took a slug of the stiff rum punch clasped in my trembling hand.  When I threw my head back to swallow, I lost my balance, clumsily tumbling off the fallen log where I’d been perched all night.  Giggling like a Japanese-game-show contestant who’d just won a prize, I climbed slightly lightheaded and disoriented back up on the damp, rough bark. 

Staying focused was very important, as, passing out and freezing to death was not part of the plan.  I didn’t aspire to die like that.  Or did I?  Succumbing to the cold might have been the answer to my prayers.  Hypothermia would be an uncomplicated, peaceful escape and completely out-of-my-hands. 

As I swallowed another sip, the acrid fluid burned like hell.  Like an old friend that had come to care for me, the fire traveled all the way to the pit of my stomach before it was extinguished.  I knew the burn well.  It felt good, too good.  Painstakingly, I let my mind wander while enduring the countless minutes before the imminent sedation of my disheartened spirit. 

There was another late-winter storm coming; I could feel in the air that it would be the last before spring’s rebirth.  Soon, the clearing would be blanketed in pure white snow; once again, it would be as clean and untainted as I had been not-so-long ago.   Silently, I questioned how long it had been since that fateful night.  I honestly didn’t want to think about any of that.  I never wished to remember that night again as long as I lived, but that was impossible.  Obviously, it hadn’t been long enough to forget his disgusting hands all over me; I could still feel their grabbing. The vulgar event would be etched into my memory for all of eternity.  He had desecrated my soul with his immoral act. I would never be the same.  That innocent girl was dead, I was dead. 

The woods began to spin around me, not fast like a merry-go-round but slowly, like a panning movie camera, showing me what I had missed while I fantasized about getting lost.  Tall, ancient, leafless trees towered above me illuminated by only the moon’s muted, silver beams of light.  Appearing forbidding and unearthly, the crooked branches seemed to be pointing wretched, long, arthritic fingers at me, passing judgment and condemning me for my sins.  A chill migrated down my spine as fear engulfed me. 

Looking towards the small group of my peers that had assembled near the fire’s warmth and glow I hugged myself to fight the goose bumps that instantly covered my exposed flesh. Everyone knew monsters couldn’t hide out in the open because the light wards off evil.  Disastrously, I had already invited the monster into the sanctity of my soul.  After deliberating the possibility of joining them, I instead settled for voluntary exile.

 Thankfully, the alcohol’s gratifying anesthesia-like qualities had begun surging through my bloodstream.  Courageously, I had waited for the numbness to arrive.  Not disappointed, I welcomed it with open arms.  Booze was the one thing I could count on, because it never let me down.  I had always found solace in being intoxicated, like a lover’s heart-warming embrace, it was a security blanket that kept me safe and sheltered from the outside world’s harsh realities.  Self preservation was tangled up in the drunken haze that I desperately thirsted for every minute of every day.  It had become a sacred haven where I didn’t have to constantly look over my shoulder for him.  

Sitting stoically, I reflected on the last few months and on how much I’d depended on alcohol to eradicate the growing antagonisms in my life. I never considered how horrible my hangover would be in the morning; as, the brief moments free-of-torment were always worth the throbbing headache.  When I was wasted, I could almost forget the unforgettable, even if just for an hour or two.  I could almost erase the memory of what his vile eyes had looked like that disgraceful future altering night. 

Arguing with myself about the reasons behind my drinking, I foolishly rationalized that I didn’t have any other choice if I were to remain among the living.  Drunk, I had the tenacity to handle anything; without inebriation, I would surely lose my mind.  Unfortunately, I’d have to come up with a new coping mechanism.  Undoubtedly, people would notice if I were trashed all the time.  Already pushing it, I couldn’t allow my parents to know about my flourishing addiction; as, they would demand I quit.  My love affair with the bottle was just another skeleton I’d have to keep locked up.  My closet was beginning to overflow with them like an earthen levee after a category five hurricane. 

With my thriving intoxication, my fears sluggishly faded away and melted into the void of space.  Hastily, I became defiant, selfishly not giving a shit what other people thought.  Not another living soul knew what had happened that fucked up night in my not-so-distant past.   No one knew what I had dealt with every day because of what he did to me- what I let him do to me.  I would take the truth to my grave.  It was a story I dared not share, a malignant tumor of knowledge that slowly killed me.  There was no cure for my agony, just temporary remedies that dulled the pain.         

Discovering what I’d been searching for at the bottom of a bottle, I was okay; this was my being okay. When the alcohol penetrated the deep recesses of my mind, I didn’t feel like a dirty whore anymore.  It was nice to drop my guard and be able to breathe deeply without flashes of pain bombarding me like rapid gunfire.  Freed from the guilt and shame I’d been carrying with me for weeks, I was just shy of delirious. Giddy and light all of a sudden- for a change, I wasn’t crying.  I couldn’t shed another tear because there weren’t any left.  My soul had become a dusty, infertile desert.

Startled by voices beckoning me to go to them, I believed people were just being polite.  If they were really worried about me, they could have found me.  Waiting like a child in an orphanage on Christmas Eve, I wasn’t surprised when no one came bearing love’s gifts.  The echoes drifted away on the whispering wind like fog over the cold ocean, and the night’s eerie silence returned.  All I heard was the sound of my heartbeat, like a clock keeping time, even though time had stopped for me weeks ago. 

Reasoning if I were capable of moving on, I easily made out the faces of people I knew in the distance.  In the soft flicker of the fire, I saw that they were laughing and enjoying life. For a brief, fleeting second, I yearned to be with them.  Held captive by my thoughts, fears and insecurities, I was a shadow of my former self.  A sinister changeling that was evolving into something grotesque, I didn’t want them to see me like that.  They couldn’t ever know the unspeakable truth.  In a few minutes, I’d rejoin them and play the part of the party girl. It was becoming second-nature.   

For a fleeting moment, I couldn’t remember why I was so damn depressed.  Then it all rushed back to me and assaulted my repose.  He was why I was afflicted.  It all went back to that stupid night; I had made a mistake so epic that I would never out-live it, escape it, or forget it.  There wasn’t enough booze in the world to wash my slate clean.  The horrific event was still so vivid.  When I closed my eyes, I could smell and taste him on my lips.  I felt him inside me. 

My mind was still too clear. Leaning down, I picked up the bottle I’d hidden from my friends.  Carelessly, I sloshed the dark rum into my plastic cup, gulping it down.  On the edge of my peripheral vision, I focused only on the dancing orange flames and the brilliant sparks floating up into the heavens.  Dreaming of being one of those embers, rising up above everything, I privately feared my dejected soul would never float up.  In my heart, I speculated it would sink into the depths of hell and burn for eternity.        

In my state of semi-consciousness, I sensed it was getting late.  Remembering what waited for me at home, I didn’t want the night to end.  Though nice while it lasted, it always came to an abrupt screeching halt once I was alone in my room.  The emptiness always found me, like a ruthless bounty hunter, in the wee hours of the morning, proving my happiness was all a cruel illusion.  Seeing my forsaken eyes staring back at me in the bathroom mirror as I brushed my teeth clearly showed what lay buried in the depths of my psyche.  Pitifully, I was not fucking okay, not in any sense of the word.  I would never be okay again.  At only seventeen years old, I wished I were dead, but I didn’t have the guts to end it.

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I was a smart, pretty girl from a picture perfect, middle class family. Outwardly, I lived an amazingly charmed life, but what the world saw was not real, it was a beautiful illusion fabricated to conceal the horrible truth.  Tragically, no one ever knew the unspeakable things that happened to me until now.

Infused with the intimate details of my provocative teen life, my voyage through adolescence teaches some hard lessons in self-worth, love, sex, alcohol abuse and suicidal thoughts.  With the use of vivid word pictures, striking metaphors and angsty similes, the reader will be right next to me as I surf amazing highs and drown in deplorable lows.  You will realize my blatant mistakes as I make them without my preaching simply because the poignant, brutally honest, slap-you-in the face actions speak volumes.

I wrote this for all the teens out there who feel like they are alone in their angst.  Growing up is the hardest thing you ever have to do in your life.  Most people don’t agree with me on this.  I had a rough go of it and almost didn’t make it out alive.  I think that we need to talk more to our kids about our struggles, it’s the only way to stop history from repeating itself.  A parent’s job is to give their children the tools to succeed…it isn’t an easy job but if done right our kids will have a brighter future than ours.  This book can be a tool…please read it.

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