Oops!!!

I needed the money, and my buddy knew my weakness. So he got me a protection gig. It was supposed to low keyed operation. Two socialites in an unmarked nothing to draw attention to the principals. The women were a little flirty, but fun loving. I didn’t mind much I figured it would be a wild night, and some guy might have a chance to get lucky. I had no idea it could be me.

“Hey, handsome where are you, taking us?” The blond in sunglasses asked.

“Electra’s” I answered

“We love Electra’s” The blond sitting directly behind me exclaimed.

“Honey, may we asked you a question?” Sunglasses asked

“Yes, ma’am was is it?” I asked

There was a bit of giggling, then one sitting behind me asked, “Do you like to be sucked?”

I swallowed hard, and cock jerked a bit, but I refused to answer. I kept driving, and we finally reached Electra’s. I got out and walked around to the other side of the car. I didn’t realize I was rock hard. I was standing by the door looking in when I noticed Sunglasses had her breasts out pushed together between her arms. Then she said, “I didn’t to make you hard, oops!!!”

Incentive

Sitting here staring at a blank screen, hoping the words will come, Just sitting here waiting, yeah, any minute now. The rush is going to happen, and I get lost in the groove, engulfed by the zone. Yeah, that what I get telling myself, its day 14 of the stupid contest that I enter every year and I have already run out of things to say. But, I can’t tell her that. I can’t let her know the faith she has in me is misplaced. She said if I wrote 1000 words a day we could play. She had brought me out to the country to write, to be free of distraction. I hear the wind rust the leaves right outside the window. I looked out only to see her sitting there looking at me. Her legs were spread open an attractive manner. She was barely wearing anything, just a blouse and lace underwear. How could she be doing this to me? I was trying to concentrate, but I could think about was having my way with her. I felt myself becoming excited, and the words started to flow. The more I looked at her, the faster they came. That’s what I call incentive.

The Super

Dawn came sooner than expected. It felt like I just closed my eyes, but the clock on the wall told a different story. Each night it’s a crap shoot, whether you get enough sleep. Too much you feel like crap; too little and you feel just as bad. So you ride the wave, taking what you can get. Preparing yourself for the madness that morning brings. Hopefully, you have gotten enough to deal. For five years, I have lived in this dusty one bedroom apartment that I pay entirely too much for. To catch a break on the rent, I double as the super. Yeah, I am pretty handy with a pair of vise-grips, a roll duct tape, and can of WD-40. It had been reasonably quiet in the building until about six months ago.

That’s when this stubby sort of a man in 4B, starting giving me grief. Normally, I have nothing against stubby people, I've known a few of them over them the years and generally, they are pleasant people. However, this jackass needs to be shot.  Oops, I promised my mother I would give up profanity for lent. Well, stop shaking your head. Giving up profanity happens to be a big deal for me. So there …. 

The Haze

The darkness rolled in with a fury on the backs of the clouds. The wind began to howl, rattling the windows and slamming the shutters against the house. The scent of rain filled the room, but nay drop fell. The flame of the candle flickers in its aqua container, illuminating the room with its aura. His books stacked perfectly, each one resting on another, interlocked forming a barrier around him. Their spines spoke the tales within. Each tale blends with the next, filling his mind, filling his soul, like a lullaby. Slowly he begins to drift off into a haze, slowly he becomes its passenger, and slowly he becomes its spectator. He feels the warmth of her breath on his face, so soothing. He feels her soft, wet lips gently press against his cheek, pressing him deeper into the haze. A strand of her hair brushes across his brow, wiping away the doubt. Deeper he drifts. Deeper into the haze. Sometimes in the words of others, we somehow …somehow we find our own 

6th Avenue Heartache

 

The Paradise was the local drive-in that was located at the end 6th avenue and Church, which was the neutral zone. This meant no gang activity at the drive-in. It was the only place in town where you could walk around without worrying about no one beating you senseless for simply being on the wrong side of town. My little brother, Trey, wanted to go see a double feature playing there this weekend. I was 17 and hanging out with your 12 year old little brother when you where supposed to chasing tail, wasn't ideal. In order to get to the Paradise, we had to cross enemy territory. I had knew the 6th Ave boys owed me a few beatings for jumping a couple of them when they got caught in my neighborhood. Trey didn't know anything about my part in the beating, but he had witnessed a few as they happened. 

"Moe?"

"Yeah, Trey"

"Why are they beating that man? What did he do?"

"Nothing, Trey .. Just in the wrong place; wrong time...you know?" 

"No I don't....make them stop, Moe" 

"I can't" 

"Why?"

"It's the world we know"

"It doesn't have to be" 

The Arrangment

They had a deal, no emotional attachment. They both had been through the wringer and wanted to feel anything, but the pain they had suffered. At first, it was just conversations on the phone. Then it progressed to late night movies and dinners in private, just the two of them helping each other through the pain. Unfortunately, somewhere along the way she began to matter to him more than she should. Though he was sure she didn't share his feelings, his feelings for her continued to grow. He had given her a key with an open invitation to come to his apartment whenever she wanted, Something he never dreamed she would take him up on. The night had slipped into the arms of the morning. The embrace radiated through the window, wiping away the sleepiness of the night. He walked into the kitchen to begin his morning routine and his life changed before his eyes. On his ratty blue leather couch laid hope, longing and confusion all rolled together in the form of a sleeping beauty. She lay there her back facing him. He wanted to wake her, but she was exposed. He covered her thinking they needed to redefine the terms of their arrangement. 

What was that ?

It took me a minute to find it, but I did. slowly I walk towards her. From my gaze my intentions were clear. She just stood waiting, subconsciously she moistened her lips. She seemed a bit nervous, but she knew what was about to happen, but not how. Our lips finally met. Our tongue danced as they explored each other's mouths. I could feel her knees weaken, as she grabbed ahold of me. I lifted her and carried her to a nearly table. Our kiss turns searing and passionate. I part her legs and rub her sweetness.  Our kisses breaks, our foreheads touch, as I slide her saturated panties to the side.

My fingers explore the folds of her sweetness. She moaned deeply into my mouth. I felt pressure on my shoulders as she directed me to where she needed me. Happily, I fell to my knees and become intoxicated by her aroma. My tongue teasing her swollen lips and clit. My fingers probed in and out charting new depths. Finally, I wrap lips around her clit, sucking it not too hard, just enough. Her juices coated my fingers and her moans filled my ears. My stiffen tongue replaced my fingers. Her hips grind hard against my mouth. I lap feverishly. I suck relentlessly and wade in the cascades of her nectar.

She panted softly, "What was that?"

My Reply, "tung -po - tiger style"

Let the games begin...

The day had been a particularly long and I was looking a quiet evening at home. I stopped and got some take out before heading home. Once, I arrived I noticed she had beat me home. She met me at door right off the kitchen. She was completely nude and had a couple glasses of wine in her hands. I dropped my work material and took a glass from her. She kissed me softly and asked how my day had been. Honestly, that was the last thing on my mind. Perhaps it was the perfectly sculpted legs adorned with 3’inch pumps. Her breasts were on the small size, but those rock hard nipples were always a vision. Being a breast man believe me something like this can make of the difference. That short authoritative hair cut allowed the fullness of her beauty to be revealed. She the glass from my hand and gently placed it on the cupboard beside us. Then she began to slowly to kiss me softly all over my lips and neck. She skillfully removed my member and started preparing him of the next level. I sighed, thinking let the games begin …

The Moment

The morning had begun like it had so many times before. The slow transition from darkness to grey, the silent magical collision that makes the sky blue. You hear the rush of the cars outside, the hush of life down below. You walk out onto your terrace to stare at nothing in particular. Just sit and stare, to be apart of something more than yourself. You hear fingers dancing along the ivory and black keys. Their sound takes you somewhere, someplace better than where you are. You began to glide your bow and across the strings, playing along with the ivory. Then you glance down as you play. You see her standing there, immersed in the moment you helped create. She is natural, her beauty accompanies what is being played. She's just standing there looking off into the morning, nursing her coffee. Nothing is more real than this moment. Nothing can truly describe what is seen. Nothing can describe what is felt. The fingers dancing on the ivory, your bow gliding across the strings and her standing, soaking it all in. We close our eyes, dive deeper in the magic. Everything around is drowned out. Everything else fades. We simply appreciate the moment. 

Good Morning

I could hear the stir of the fading night and the buzz of the pending dawn. Just inside the silence I felt her shift slightly as her head rested against my chest My member stirred, but I knew no relief. I couldn't ask her to please me. I couldn't ask her a thing. I was supposed to be the perfect gentleman, the perfect host. My member started to ache so I began to stroke it lightly. Hoping not to wake the sleeping beauty. I felt her hand caress my stomach gently. I heard her swallow hard and softly moan. I began to stroke faster. She slid closer and whispered

"Yes, baby. ..stroke it. ..just like that. I want your cum"

Her hand was between her legs. Her moans grew louder. I felt the warmth of her pants on my cock. Her tongue flickered over the head. It pushed me over the edge. I began to cum. I felt her tongue lapping away the cum as it spewed from my cock. Her lips wrapped around the head and nursed the remaining out of my cock. Feeling lifeless and spent she falls back says with a smile

"Good Morning"

Breaking the Rules

Today was difficult to come up a photo in order to meet the challenge, but Naomi sent me a little number that got my creative juices flowing. So here is a dual photo Tantalizing Tuesday ... I hope you enjoy  

I did my best not to be mad at her, but she knew the rules. There were to be no interruptions while I was creating in my office. Never had she broken the rules before. She walked in wearing that simple black number that pleased me. I wondered what she wanted. I wondered what she needed. Maybe it was just to tempt me with those full luscious lips. Shivers went down my spine as they pressed against my neck.

I didn't take long to figure out what she wanted. Her dark eyes hypnotized me. She walked over to the basin and leaned against it.

“Naomi, sent me. She said I need to be punished I have been a bad girl.” I did my best not to be tempted by this, but the bulge in my slacks betrayed my thoughts. She saw it and smiled. She lifted herself onto the basin and raised her legs. Spread her lips with her fingers inviting me to taste.

“I am ready for my lashings. 40 I think.”  

“

You may need more “

I drop to my knees the aroma is intoxicating. Each lick she shuddered. I continued licking.  Such a bad girl… 

Don't keep me waiting

“Hold on a second.” She spoke into the phone. Then she laid it on the table. She was gazing at me with those deep brown sexy eyes. It was one of those frisky catlike stares. You know, the kind that leaves wondering how much trouble you are about to get into. The only question is … how much are you going to enjoy it. She scooped the remaining traces of cum from her chin with her fingers. She nursed her gently, as she walked towards me.

“Are you serious right now?” she asked rubbing a good portion of my load all over her breasts. I couldn't help it, but I had already started to get excited again. She knew exactly what to do to me.

“You actually think you are leaving this house after getting me all hot and bothered?” She began to gingerly pull at her erect nipple, as she stared deep into my eyes. My mouth began to water. She took my hand and lead me into the bedroom. She sat on the edge of the bed staring at me. She pulled off her jeans and laid on her stomach across the bed.

“Honey, don't keep me waiting”

Hang on

Shy’s gently pushed Kathryn’s mouth away and took me in her mouth. She started to suck it slow and deep, groaning when it hit the sweet spot. Her pace quicken, her groans deepen. She pulled me from her mouth and slowly slid her tongue up and down the length of my cock. Shy gave me short licks leaving no inch untouched. Kathryn held her hair back out of her face and whispered,

“That’s it baby…show me how you suck cock”

Shy continued licking and stroking my cock. Then she lowered her mouth and began sucking my balls. I groaned deeply barely hanging on.

“Suck that dick” Kathryn demanded  

Shy followed her instruction and began sucking me vehemently. Her hair had fallen in her face. Her tongue darted over inch of my crown before pausing. Her tongue slid back and forth on the sensitive spot pushing me closer and closer to the edge. I felt trapped in the spell those lovely hazel eyes. She gave me one more; long, hard suck and then she gave a deep searing kiss. Shy lowered herself on to my cock. She moaned in my mouth as she did. Then whispered “Hang on.”

The Whisper Journal part 2

January 13th , Monday

True to winter, a path was cleared only to be covered again with fresh snow. I had trouble winding donw from the show. Power surged through my being, my heart pounded, my thoughts raced. In this moment nothing is more real to me. Nothing seemed clearer. Then in a blink, everything was broken. Tiny schards glistened in brillance on the covered streets. I am frozen, petrified like a manniequin behind tempered glass. I hear the fingers dancing gracefully along the ivory. Forming a tune from the nothingness note by note.

Simply she lay on the silk, with a silent, but serious invitation. Then I had a moment. A moment of reflection. Oh how, I loved the snow when I was young. My body seemed to have its own heat source, as if it ran off the energy of the sun or perhaps, siphoned energy energy from the children around me. This would explain a few things. The sudden collapses in the drifts from exhaustion. We'd play for hours, our feet numb, fingers tingling to the point of pain. Yet, our hearrts were filled with laughter and joy. Then I discovered girls and shit went downhill from there.

Anticipation

My hands slid down the contours of her body. Slowly, feeling every inch, blemish, bump, pimple...sure perfection. My mouth began salivating in anticipation of the moment when the magic begins. The moment when she allows me to nurse and rub her. The moment when that spot is glazed with the mixture of my saliva and her nectar. Then I long for her sweetness to tighten around my member. Milking out every ounce of life force. Mmmmm....I can't wait...

Our foreheads are fused from the heat. Slowly, she slides up and down, pausing on the downstroke. She rocks side to side. The walls of her sweetness tightens. Our sweat is pouring, as the friction of this carnal endeavor escalates. Her grip my shoulders. Her nails tear into my flesh. Her eyes are closed.

Her head is tilted to one side. Her face is coated with tiny beads of sweat, sweat drips from her lips as she whispers “That's it !!! That's it !!!”

Her body tightened, but her movements were steady. My hands gripped her ass, burying myself to the hilt. My back was arched. My head rested on the sofa. My teeth had a firm grip on my bottom lips.

I didn't think she had a clue how badly I needed to cum. Perhaps, she did and that was the point

Control

Will I be able to put desire away for a moment. Will I be able to put it away, as I look into those beautiful eyes. Can I control myself... keep myself from leaning in and tasting the sweetness of those lips. Have their softness melt away my angst, melt away my pain. I'd take my time to explore each inch of her mouth. My hand slowly caressing her skin, as we kiss. Gently brushing her hair behind her ear when we take a break for air. We kiss again; this time passion is intertwined with hunger. This time; we remove the borders and loving comes later.

I can feel my control slipping, as I do yours through your lips. They press firmer against mine in a slow, serious way. Yet they tremble slightly, as if you're not sure if this is what you wanted. Yet you know damn well its what you needed . I dare not stop. I dare not falter. I anxiously await the moments of the next level. Moments where I succumb to desire. Moments of passion that only you can take me. I relinquish my resistance. I surrender myself to you. Take me to esctacy, my love.

Aurora

The rattling of the window in the wind wakes me. Slowly, I stretch away the night, my eyes shift from a darkness to a haze, my eyes shift into focus from slumber to reality. I hear the whirling hiss as the snow hits the screen I make my way to the kitchen to brew some sanity. Its aroma filled the room in a matter of seconds. In minutes I am nursing a cup by the window. The night has yet to surrender to dawn. Yet, to tuck itself away partaking in the much needed rest. If you look closely and catch it just right you can the snowflake's form before it dissolves against the glass.

It is the perfect day for cuddling. Her head nestled in that special place. My breathing slow and heart skip a beat so that we in unison. So that we are connected. Connected on the spiritual level, not just the profane, it is perfect morning for loving. A soft slow, lingering turns into a slow grind. To evolves into a breathless gasp that surrenders to a moan. A moan becomes a pant, then a scream, then contentment's sigh is release. Then fall into a deep coma like sleep.