One night, a young but lustless couple decided to make an attempt at reigniting the spark in their relationship. They organised a caregiver for their child and were getting ready for a long night of intimacy. 6pm came with a loud knock on the front door, the babysitter was here. The two parents rushed out the door and as they did, the babysitter caught the husband’s eye, and he caught hers, a strange powerlessness came over her in that brief moment and she lost herself in it. The couple continued out the door, a child stood before her, tired, and with an expectant look on his face. She wondered for a moment what to do with the child, but then went on to quickly shuffle him into bed and tuck him in for the night.

She went downstairs to watch a movie, however as she walked through the house she couldn’t help but notice the photos everywhere. Photos of the husband and his wife, out of which there was one photo in particular that caught her eye – taken on a tropic holiday where the husband was shirtless. She picked up the photo and looked closer at him, a surge of energy ran through her body when she thought about him and the eye contact they had made just moments before… She made herself comfortable on the couch, feeling naughty for having such sexual and lustful feelings for a married man.

This feeling she was overcome with took full control and fantasies of her with this man began running through her mind. She picked up her laptop in her right hand and placed it on the coffee table in front of her. Leaving her hand resting on the lid of the laptop she turned her head to see if anyone was near. No one, nothing. She slowly started drifting her left hand up her leg with but only one finger running along the smooth soft skin and opened her laptop with the other. Before long, an island resort scene was playing out in front of her and her hand found itself gliding indecisively up and around her inner thigh. From there, past her hips and left circling just beneath her belly button. Time passed quickly as her thoughts were consumed by this man, she realised the parents would both be home soon… She was so horny and didn’t know how she would be able to look him in the eyes… She composed herself just in time for someone to walk through the door.

It was the husband, alone. “Hey there!” he said, she tried to act normal as he explained how his wife decided to stay out drinking with her friends, the result which came from a small row the couple had during dinner. A civil and somewhat awkward conversation followed, lasting a few minutes, and it was clear they both felt something after that initial eye lock… The babysitter was longing for him to make a move on her…

A curious silence overcame the room, but only briefly as she excused herself to the bathroom. Feeling a little short of breath, she needed a moment to talk herself straight and realise that he is a married man. But she was drawn to him. An inner turmoil unfolded, her body moving one way and her mind moving another. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, forgetting the circumstances of this fateful evening and succumbing to her body’s desires…

While she was out of the room he noticed her laptop on the coffee table and decided to see what she was doing to pass the time. He couldn’t help but feel drawn to her now, as what he found there he had thought only pervacious older men gazed upon, it excited him as he was impressed by her audacity. He looked up to the hallway and now saw the bathroom door, slightly ajar. A white silk dress that fell ever so softly over the curves of this young lady captivated his mind, she was teasing him, flirtatiously yet subtly moving in a way he could not ignore. At that moment he knew what she wanted from him, and him from her. He stood up slowly, took a half step towards the hallway and stopped. He drew in a breath as the bathroom door opened fully agape, it happened again.

Their eyes locked. It felt like an eternity to her, as she once more felt görükle escort bayan powerless under his gaze. Only a few seconds passed but, they were free to look upon one another in privacy now, any doubts she had about his marital status she forgot, her lower lip slowly curled and she grazed it with her upper teeth. He couldn’t take it any longer, he started towards her slowly but definitely with a confidence about him. Her heart skipped as he took her by the hip and pressed his forehead against her own, stopping only a soft breath away from her curled lip. He pulled her hip towards him even firmer, she took in a rush of air as he raised her up softly off the ground with his forearm wrapped around her waist and walked her back into the bathroom, closing the door behind them.

His hands back at her hips, lowered, and caressed the firm yet supple curvature of her buttock, and was drawn under the soft crease before slightly lowering himself and lifting her while spreading her legs wide open, placing her so gently on the edge of the basin. Her body arched back, while her legs squeezed over his hips and crossed behind him. From this position she felt completely vulnerable, but he was gentle as he sweetly placed his left hand under and behind her jaw, pushing down and towards him with his index finger to arch her face upward towards his. Without hesitation he locked his lips onto hers while grasping her chin with his thumb and forefinger.

Electric, she thought. Powerful. An overwhelming sensation of lust spreading to every corner of her body, and the obsessive attention to the now, her mind was entirely fixated on this man’s touch, his kiss, and his grasp of her. Unexpectedly and suddenly, he retreated a step back from her, and the feeling was gone. “I shouldn’t”, he said. Both theirs heart racing, and breathing heavily now. Her mind was confused, and there was nothing she could say for this change of heart. Not more than a minute passed before she struck up the nerve… “But I want you to”, she whispered, sensually. Staring into his eyes, she knew he couldn’t withstand her charm. He did not say a word, just stood there for a moment, present, and quiet. Staring right back into her gaze he felt enthralled, almost challenged. Was she questioning his confidence, his desires? Or was he made, just waiting for his body to pass through a moral doorway, the first step into infidelity.

He did not say anything.

She did not expect him to.

He succumbed towards her slowly, but with certainty. He made his decision, one which required no deliberation unlike his movement. He put an arm under her now hanging legs, moved them in an outward direction away from the basin as his other arm fell into the small of her back, and lifted her up.

*****

He threw her down on the bed, now without hesitation he began kissing her neck and face with a gushing lustful intent she did not expect. She couldn’t believe what was happening, her fantasy was about to come true. She grasped his hair between her fingers and pulled him closer to her. His hands are all up and down her body, and it made her feel as sexy as ever. She was shaking with excitement when his hand made its way down over her stomach atop underwear. He could feel it, and it only drew him in more. They locked eyes and both shared the same devious expression… They continued passionately kissing and -*rrrip*! Her underwear was clean off without a trace. She was in a state of shock – but with an exciting energy, and loved every second… Somehow the fact he was married, and a child being in the next room, made this embrace even more satiating and exciting… He slowly began to take his boxers off…

She now became overwhelmed with excitement, but still nervous for what was to come next, as she couldn’t help but be submissive to his lustful intent. Her fantasy consumed her conscious mind as it unfolded in front of her and, in disbelief was compelled to arch her neck upwards toward altıparmak eskort the ceiling. His hand moved slowly and directly from under her thigh, around her cheek, alongside the place she wanted it most. For a short while he teased her, moving his fingers around and across but not within… Until his hand came away altogether. He withdrew his other hand from her neck and for a moment she thought it was going to end… Before she gazed down at him and for one last time they shared a moment of pure passionate desire.

Her bottom lip curled up again and that’s when she felt it, more than she could have ever expected. This time her neck arched upward not in anticipation, but in sheer sweeping pleasure she could not lay calm. He slowly moved closer, and the more he moved closer so too her feelings became more immense. His lips touched her vulnerable neck and lingered, with a soft pressure that only momentarily distracted her from what could only be described as the most full sexual experience she’s ever had. She let out a slight moan and he quickly moved upward to engage her lips with a most demanding kiss. “Shhh” he whispered, as he withdrew just as slowly as he entered. She was able to catch a breath, but only for a moment, as he now took full control and this time entering deeper than before. She focused all that she could on keeping quiet, but it would not last… so he put his finger in her mouth, as to try stop her from moaning, she couldn’t help herself.

He was thrusting into her with such force, she had never experienced anything like it. She was digging her nails into his back, she couldn’t handle the pleasure… She pulled him closer to her and again moaned… He put his hand over her mouth and moved even closer, nearing his face to her ear. He was getting faster, and faster still. He shot up, grabbed her arms and put them both over her head, placing them under his palm – the other back over her mouth. She pushed her hips downward and he looked up as he too, had ecstasy overcome him. His thirst grew stronger, sitting up and placing both hands around her hips, each thrust harder and faster than the last. He didn’t mind her moaning any more, as now he felt more alive as he has before.

He tried again to arrest her hands, but she wouldn’t surrender to him just yet. She wriggled her hands out from under his grip, sat up, and pushed his chest down onto to the bed. She quickly straddled him and began to grind slowly on top of him. He was taken back by her confidence but now was incredibly attracted to her, even more so than before. He felt so good inside her, he was overcome by pleasure as was she.

He relaxed now, letting her take full control as he had done before. Looking up at this young beauty, where did she come from? How did this start happening? It did not matter now, as in this moment he knew she wanted to pleasure him, and he her. She leant back and grabbed his shins, allowing her to raise herself up, and back down again. She was truly in control now, taking advantage of the position she was in and allowing herself to explore pleasure in what ways she could. He continued to look up at her, her supple breasts, her narrow jawline, full lips, and closed eyes. He could see she was really taking advantage of this moment. Her eyes opened and gaped wide at the ceiling, an expression of how she felt on top of him. The feeling rose up through her, and the elevated sensation overcame her totally. She slowed as the intensity rose, focussing in on the pulsating energy, she closed her eyes again and took full bite of her lower lip.

She shuddered over him, and stopped for a moment to appreciate the euphoria. He was in awe at how she expressed herself over him, the glow she exuberated. Again he wanted her to feel the full wave of his desire… He took her by the arms and pulled her towards him, and thrust upwards. Her eyes fully open now and bearing down on him, she caressed his jaw with her soft hands nilüfer escort and he thrust upward once more, forcing her to drape over him like throw over sofa. He wrapped both arms around her waist and thrust again, moving her further upward so she was now crawling… Now he was able to give himself to her freely, again pushing himself inside her faster and faster, harder and harder, his face buried in her breasts.

She could tell he was enjoying the press of her breasts against his face, and so she pulled her arms down, her elbows by his shoulders, squeezing her breasts together firmer over his face. He let out a grizzled moan and moved one arm away from behind her waist and raised it up to grab her throat, squeezing his fingers over the sides of her neck… She gasped, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head before crashing down, peering over his face. She could see the pleasure in his eyes, his mouth, he was gushing over her and she wanted him more. She brought her hand to his face, and let out a gaping moan as she looked up at the ceiling, hand slipping off his face and into the bed sheets.

She was getting close.

He brought his hand off her throat and onto the side of her ribcage, pushing her to the side and sitting up to get around behind her. He positioned his legs inside and under hers, stretching her wider before kneeling up and allowing himself to come from a slightly higher and smooth angle. She let out a long, gentle moan and shudder, as he moved slowly but surely deeply inside of her, this time sliding into her G spot. Again and again he pressed against it, amplifying the sensation by swinging his hand down onto her exposed cheek, again and again she shuddered and moaned. A warmth overcame her, it was unlike any other she’d felt before, a warmth that became more intense and electric the closer to him she was. Again and again and again he continued to slap and thrust against her, before grabbing her hair and pulling it back. Up her head tilted, again she gasped toward the ceiling and outburst a gushing of air and audible moan.

He was getting closer.

Down her hair his hand grasped, until he unleashed it and grasped at her neck before giving her a thrust and pushing it into the bed sheets. Her head tilted slightly to the left, and gently yet firmly he pressed and pressed into her neck, further keeping it subdued between him and the bedding. Just slightly he adjusted his hand, now pressing across her neck and jaw. She could not move, forced into her invigorating and freeing feeling of vulnerability, complete and total vulnerability to him and his bidding… So he grabbed a tie hanging off the bed post, all the while thrusting and keeping her peaking and approaching climax. Around her wrists he tied the tie, then raising them above her head so she had an inverted arch in her upper back, pressing her neck and face further into the bed with no balance or control. That all belonged to him now.

He pulled her legs out from under her, she brought her arms down to her head, hands still bound at the top. Her legs came together and he pulled on her hips up towards him, she was forced back into the bedding and he reinserted himself while bringing himself up over her. Both he and she now letting out elongated moans of pleasure, hers more audible than his, but his with a sense of rugged desire. He felt in absolute control of her, however vulnerable to her he now was.

“Cum with me”, he instructed her, “I must feel all of you”… and with that a deep burst came from within her, the pressure building up around him and the sensation finding itself firing through her body like an explosion. She clutched the bedsheets with her bound hands and all moaning stopped, she couldn’t make a sound, air seemingly vacant from her lungs…

*****

To her it seemed to last for hours, a timeless energy she’s never felt before. She knew this is what awaited her in the arms of an older man, and she got what she dreamt for.

To him it was over before he knew it, but the experience would live on in his memory forever. Would he see her again, or would he see the brief time they had recalled to him on the sombre nights to follow?

It did not matter now, as the echo of twisting key in lock filled the halls and drowned the air.

These days, Xavier Martin couldn’t help himself from walking around the place with a BIG grin on his face. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on who you were, he was a Jamaican gentleman, in the finest tradition of that phrase, and so when his friends asked him why he was so pumped, he wouldn’t tell them a thing. The truth was that Xavier Martin, one of the biggest nerds on the campus, had landed himself a date with his dream girl.

Despite her name, or probably because of it, Xavier had not been able to find out which since he tread very carefully where she was concerned, Holly Ivey was a smart little addition to the first year MSc students, who was majoring in quantum physics. She looked like a young Halle Berry though, and so with two strikes against her peers taking her seriously, she kept a straight face, and had a cold, standoffish manner. As Xavier found out though, when he stayed back to help her to grapple with an extra credit assignment, in the lab late one evening, she was a very shy, down-to-earth girl. She warmed to him, considerably, after he tried out his quantum physics knock-knock joke on her, and he laughed at her Little Johnny, Planck constant joke, in return.

As an undergraduate student, Xavier had completed his degree without dating even once! He was overjoyed that this changed during his Master’s, but that had only been a one-time event, since the girl in question was only after the answer key to an exam in the course that he had been tutoring at the time. In only two months, he would defend his doctoral thesis and he wanted desperately to do better than any of his friends in this department. For some reason that was unknown to the lot of them, none of them had managed to score even once. At twenty-six, though he had won many a scholarship and breezed through many a prestigious internship, and though he was a genuinely nice guy, and even though, remarkably, he looked like a tad-too-skinny Taye Diggs-in-glasses lookalike, he had still not manage to get laid; and he wanted to round out this aspect of his education before he left his student years behind him.

Given his previous experience with women on his campus though, he had not wanted to go out with Holly even after she invited him for a cup of coffee, to thank him for his kindness. It was only three months later, after he had been charged with presenting the David Bardeen prize to the final year undergraduate student with the highest aggregate score for the previous year; and he read the citation accompanying her award, that he recognised what sort of student she really was, and regretted declining that cup of coffee with what he had come to believe was a female version of himself. It was an inauspicious start, to say the least.

Things were a little awkward after that, because it seemed that, like him, Holly was a girl who didn’t make the same mistake twice, and although polite whenever they met in the department, he could not say that she was friendly toward him, after their first evening. It seems that like everyone who had misjudged him, he was guilty of the same thing in judging her. He realised later, that he had not even thought to question the fact that she had been doing an extra credit physics project that night, and that his help, now that he thought about it, hadn’t really been necessary!

It was all water under the bridge now though, since she had agreed to go out with him for dinner on Friday. It had taken some doing on his part. He did not relish being rejected again, and he had to admit to himself that if anyone had spoken to him the way that he had spoken to Holly then he would have fantasized strongly about hurting them badly. His thoughts would have remained fantasies it is true, but he would have been determined never to like them again.

He cringed at having to admit to himself that he had been rude in telling her that he wasn’t for sale. It made him want to avoid her and to have her leave the school so that he could just forget about his mistake. Having her there and unwittingly tormenting him in his dreams were gut-wrenching. Despite this, he psyched himself up to face the music, took a deep breath, rehearsed his dignified exit when she insulted him as he deserved and presented himself to her. It had been difficult to swallow his pride, admit to her that he had been wrong, and invite her for a meal to make-up for brushing her off like that after her invitation for the coffee. escort bayan bursa He didn’t go into details, but he explained that he had had a previous bad experience and that he was hasty in judging her. He apologised.

Holly had been startled by his apology, to say the least. She had looked at him appraisingly for a while; saying nothing. Eventually, she smiled graciously, told him that it wasn’t necessary to take her to dinner; that she understood about the student who had tried to trick him, and that the apology was quite enough. She excused herself, and was just about to get up to leave when Xavier pulled out his piece-de-resistance, his ‘Watt is love? Baby don’t hertz me’ line.

Holly had actually laughed, explosively, at his unexpected, corny joke; and Xavier could not believe how beautiful she was when she let herself go a little. He grinned back at her, completely captivated by her smile, and by the twinkle that lingered in her eye when she looked at him. He felt an overwhelming urge to kiss her and to adjust the sudden tightness in his jeans, but he managed to control these impulses. Somehow, lunch for the next hour at Pages had never been so pleasant before.

***

Dinner at Akbar’s was nice. They had hit it off well, and had a lot to chat about, their mutual acquaintances in the department giving them much fodder for animated gossip as a start, but this segued into discussing their ideas about the place for physicists in the world and the bright future that they had at the university if they could only finish their research. It surprised them both that they had not met before that night. It turned out that since Xavier had eschewed human contact for the past year in order to finish his work on time, and successful, was in the final stages of his writing, he had not been around much since the time that she had transferred to the university to complete her undergraduate degree. She had been vague about why she had left her old school three years into her programme at UTech to come to UWI; and Xavier, sensing a bit of drama, did not want to pry.

Eventually, though it was time to take Holly home and Xavier helped her out of the restaurant so that they could walk the two hundred metres down the street to catch a taxi. They did not see when a man emerged from the shadows to their left. He stank of rum, and held something in his hand.

“I want that,” the man said, menacingly.

Xavier and Holly just looked at him, uncomprehending.

“Give me your watch and your wallet,” the man demanded, annoyed; his voice rising dangerously.

“W-what?” Xavier stammered.

He could not believe that he was being held up during his date with Holly! To his credit, he had the presence of mind to pull her behind him so that she wouldn’t have to stare down the man from close range.

“Just give it to him, please, Xavier!” he heard Holly plead from behind him as she threw some money over his shoulder at the man. He chucked his watch and wallet at the man, and stepped back, pushing Holly behind him, firmly. When they got a few metres down the road and Xavier saw that the man had apparently lost interest in them, and was just picking up their money from the street, he whispered to Holly to run. She turned and fled, and Xavier was just behind her. He turned the corner down the street but peered back just in time to see the man lift the package in his hand to his head and take what looked like a long drink.

He stopped running and called out to Holly that they were safe after all.

“I think he’s going to blow our money on alcohol!” he said, disgusted. “I don’t think he’s armed. We could go get our money back.”

“Forget him! Let’s go home,” she said.

“Naw man! We can’t just let him get away with this! We should a least tell the police! He’s going to blow our money on alcohol and probably drugs! We can’t let him get away with that!”

“You don’t know for sure that he doesn’t have a knife or that he won’t throw stones at us,” Holly argued, reasonably.

Xavier was working himself up into a temper, angry at this display of his impotence in front of this beautiful woman. He was so angry that he wanted to cry, but he reasoned that that would have been the worst thing that he could do.

“And besides,” he said running out of steam, at last, “he’s just got the last of my money. I can’t afford a taxi and my roommate’s not there to bursa sinirsiz eskort spot me the money if we just take one now; sorry.”

What happened next was unexpected. Holly laughed! At first Xavier cringed. Then he realised that she was holding on to him for support, and that she was giggling, uncontrollably, between fits of laughter. He began to laugh too. Could it be possible that this girl was so cool? Xavier decided that she really was, when smiling at him, she linked her arm into his, and leaned against him, exhorting him to walk her home.

This time, Xavier didn’t fight the impulse to kiss her. He did so many times during their walk back to her townhouse. It was well over two hours later when they reached Holly’s townhouse complex. They had strolled, arm-in-arm, the entire way. She lived with three other girls in rented accommodations in Mona Heights, near the UWI Campus. Xavier had wanted to enjoy her company a little longer; hear her giggle again, and feel her feet nestle against his in the grass in the park across the street from where she lived. She had begun to tire though and had had to take her shoes off for the last bit of their trek.

Their date had been a disaster. Not only had they been robbed but they had also had a run in with a security guard when they had tried to stop for a few minutes to rest.

“You two have to move away from here,” the guard had said. “I don’t want you loitering in the plaza.’

Xavier grabbed Holly’s arm and pulled her away before she realised that the guard thought her a prostitute and him her client. It had been an embarrassing episode but all the more so because he could not get the image out of his head of himself holding her down over one of the planters in the parking lot, and fucking her.

****

Xavier found himself spending so much time with Holly and thinking about her even when he was not actually with her that he had to ask for a six month extension for the submission of his thesis. He was philosophical about this as he stroked Holly’s hair, gently as she lay next to him on the bed. The time during which he had known her had been an education for him as he had wanted it to be. That it was also an adventure was a boon. He had always been confident about his ability to do great things because of his intellect, but with Holly in his corner he felt a strength that he could not explain. He only knew how addictive it was to feel whole, a part of a strong unit.

Xavier snuggled up behind Holly and put his arm around her, protectively. He let his hand rest just under her breasts, and held her close. When she didn’t pull away from him, he pressed his hard-on against the crack of her ass, just a little. He was surprised when the girl leaned into him, making him even harder. Despite the fact that they had been dating and sleeping together for five months it was a surprise to him that she was there. He found that he always wanted to hold her close, despite the fact that he didn’t want her to think him either desperate, or a pervert, and bolt. He remembered the first time that he had touched her like that. He had even planned to deny rubbing up against her, if she had protested.

He buried his nose in her hair and sniffed to get more of her scent, and to mark the moment; a habit that he had formed since meeting her. They had had many special moments and he wanted to remember them all. Holly stiffened.

“Did you just smell me?” she asked.

‘Yes,” Xavier confessed reluctantly, preparing himself mentally, again, for rejection. Surely, even Holly couldn’t tolerate this much of his foolishness. He let go of her.

Holly giggled.

“Well?” she asked.

“Well, what?”

“How did I measure up?” she asked amused. “Am I closer to a bunch of roses or to engine oil?”

Xavier laughed, relieved.

“You’re great!” he whispered. “I just can’t get over the fact that you’re here with me!”

Holly turned in his arms and offered her slightly-open mouth to him. He kissed her, willingly, his tongue exploring her mouth before he became playful and kissed her forehead as if she were a little girl; and all over her face. He brushed the hair behind her ear and licked the tip of her nose. He cuddled her protectively.

It was Friday, their usual night to be together, a macabre homage to their first disastrous date. Holly had graduated from being with Xavier escort bayan into the wee hours of Sunday morning, to remaining with him long past the rising of the sun. He always wanted to give her some early Saturday morning pleasure before life began to set in for the weekend. Then he would kick her out of bed good-naturedly to get them both going since they each had things to accomplish, none of which would ever happen with him snuggling deep between her tits; a thing that they both seemed to love spending time doing.

This morning was different though. Xavier did not want Holly to leave him for the day. His annoyance was with his thesis, for not being finished so that he could spend guilt-free time with her.

“Come back to bed, darling,” he murmured. “Hum some tunes to me. You know the ones I like.”

He kissed her deeply and then, more gently before the playful tickling began as Holly hummed some of the love songs that they had learned together by having the radio on for company as they cuddled after each of their sessions together. It was part of Xavier’s moment-marking, a thing that they were both beginning to love.

“Play with my castanets, while I play with your bongos,” he teased, grinning as Holly rolled her eyes at his terrible joke. “Let’s make some music, baby!” he persisted.

He reached over and palmed her breast, taking its weight and lowering his head to kiss and suckle her erect nipple. He let it go, giving the nipple a last lick and admiring how the nub glistened with his saliva. He grinned at her.

‘I won’t ever find work as a stand-up comedian, but you love me anyway, don’t you?’ he sighed.

He rolled on top of her and pushed her hair out of the way so that he could gaze at her face again before he rubbed his nose against hers. His leg forced a space open between her legs and he nestled down, allowing his cock to rest in the slick moisture of her open pussy lips. He rocked back and forth teasing her clit with his hard member, humming tunelessly back at her.

Then a wave of realisation of how much he was beginning to fall in love with her swept over him, and he paused to look at her again.

“Come,” he said gently, and kissed her again. “I need you.”

Holly smiled at him and opened her legs wider, allowing him to enter her.

Xavier reached down and guided his erect cock toward her tight opening. He placed it at the entrance, savouring the moment when he would enter her, as he had done on all of the previous occasions when they had made love. It was something that never became stale for him, the wonder at being with a warm-blooded woman in this way.

Holly shifted impatiently, and Xavier bore down on her, entering her with one slow, deep stroke. He pulled out slowly and pushed back in, just as deliberately, enjoying the groans of the woman beneath him. He kept doing this, undulating his pelvis as he had learned from his favourite porn videos.

He pushed his hand between their bodies and inserted a finger between her moist lips and tickled her clit. Holly gasped and dug her finger nails into his arm, spurring him on. He rode into, and away from her body more vigorously, having received permission to proceed. Not being quite an athlete, Xavier puffed and blew, squeezing Holly’s breast lovingly as he lay on top of her, resting his head on her chest as he took a little breather before beginning his ride again.

Holly cuddled him, and kissed his hair; and again, that wave of love swept over him again. Then he knelt between her legs and hoisted them to his shoulders, as he had seen done online so many times, so that he could enter her more deeply. He see-sawed in and out of her body for several minutes, stretching her gradually, until he felt her clamp around him, and release a flood of warm liquid around his throbbing cock as her body juddered, uncontrollably for several minutes. And the knowledge that he had caused her to have an orgasm, just as he had managed to do last night and last week and the week before that, pushed him over the edge as well. His balls tightened, and he trembled, and crying out her name, he allowed himself to be swept away in the torrent of emotion and pleasure that he still did not understand. He was still new to this, and what he lacked in finesse he made up for in enthusiasm, and so his delight in Holly was the thing that kept them coming back to each other for more.

Xavier cuddled Holly long after his orgasms subsided. He did not want to let her go, but he was sure that they would have a lifetime together in which to share their off-beat sense of humour, their successes and quirky disappointments. They were strong together and he was sure that he had made one hell of a score in finding her.

The grass was slippery and wet as she ran across the back lawn. The sun had set over an hour ago, and the moon glistened off the ground. The light afternoon rain left the entire world bathed in the scent of lush vegetation. The grass, just cut that morning, stuck to her feet as she walked up the wooden ramp to the door of the old barn. She reached up to the worn wooden handle, and pulled. Nothing. She pulled again. Still nothing. She considered running back to the house, but suddenly remembered the old lock was still fastened at the top of the door and that key was on her father’s key ring. And his key ring was probably in his pants pocket on the floor of his room. She couldn’t go get it. Her mother was a light sleeper and would wake at the slightest creak in the hall.

The hoot of an owl startled her. A mix of fear and exhilaration flooded her body; she shuddered with anticipation. The night sky was clear as glass, as the light breeze blowing in from the east shifted suddenly to the north. The faint smell of a farmer, far away, burning the stubble of his field drifted into her nostrils. The wind shifted back, and the sweet smell of grass, and the thick musk of falling leaves returned. If she wasn’t standing on the step to her barn, she might have closed her eyes and imagined herself by the dim light of a smoldering campfire.

The door! She had been caught up in the moment. She knew that she had to get inside the dusty old barn, or all her last week’s planning would go to waste. She walked slowly around the perimeter of the rustic structure. The shutters in the loft had been nailed shut after the last big storm had torn one from its hinges. The hay shoot would be the only way inside.

Carefully she climbed the old wooden frame of the fence that beside the barn; a remnant of times when animals were still kept on the old farmstead. She crawled across the ledge, and lifted herself up to the opening of the shoot. She lifted one arm inside and found the lip of the inside. She lifted her other arm, held on tight, and lifted herself off the fence, just inside. She finally got her elbows up onto the ledge, and heaved her body upwards. After several long moments of struggle, she finally managed to get inside. He arms scraped and sore, she collapsed on the floor of the loft.

The floor smelled of hay, and the dust lay thick on everything. The owl hooted once again, and with its call, stirred her from her short rest. She knew she couldn’t stop and rest now, she had a long night ahead of her, and she intended to be fully awake. She stood carefully, and moved slowly along the loft to the ladder. The floor creaked as she moved. Rung by rung she descended the old wooden ladder, being extra careful so as not to hurt her bare feet on the cracking wood. The newer wooden planks, having been recently replaced after the flood, felt sound and solid beneath her feet. The moonlight filtered in through the slats of the nailed shutters, illuminating thousands of tiny dust particles dancing to and görükle escort fro through the air.

She stepped quickly and carefully through the clutter of yard equipment and other storage that was scattered about the barn. Upon reaching the door, she only had time to unfasten the bolt when she heard his footsteps on the drive. She hurried to her place, seated atop the riding mower. She fidgeted with her nightgown and tried to ignore the slight stinging of her scratched arms.

The footsteps got closer at a steady walking pace. Time seemed to stand still for her as they paused, just before the ramp. She waited for the sound of his feet on the weather worn wooden ramp. She yearned for him to burst through the door, cross the room, and take her, right there on the torn leather seat of the John Deere riding mower. For him to carry her up to the loft, lie her down in the hay, and make love to her for hours. But the sound never came.

She sat and waited. For what seemed like eternity, she waited; her heart pounding in her throat. She wanted to shout out to him, but was afraid to open her mouth. Finally, she sat up, crossed the floor, and reached for the door. It swung open gently at her touch, with a soft, but distinct creak. And there on the ground, was a pair of shoes. She stepped out into the soft breeze, and looked around, letting the door close behind her. She would hear it if it opened again. He was nowhere to be seen. She heard a noise; a soft scratching on one side of the barn. She stepped slowly and cautiously onto the wet grass, and crept along the side of the barn. Then she quickly looked around the corner. The wind shifted once more. The faint smell of a still burning field swept through the air. She continued around the entire barn, pausing at each corner to look back and see if he might be sneaking up behind.

Upon completing the circuit of the barn, she opened the door once more, to the sound of that same familiar creak, and stepped inside. Turning around to close the door, she was suddenly pulled back into a shadow with a hand cupped over her mouth. Her scream was muffled as she struggled against arms… his arms. The sudden realization that she was finally wrapped in his loving embrace caused her to nearly faint with relief. She sighed softly as he removed his hand from her mouth and let them caress her sides. Reaching around backwards, she grabbed his ass and guided him along the floor to the mower, but he resisted, and guided her off in a new direction. He led her up to the workbench in the corner. He let her go and lifted a few cans and tools off the top, and set them on the floor. She slid her hands over the smooth top, and put her back to it. He stepped in front of her, moving between her legs, and in one smooth motion, helps her up onto the table.

Her arms wrapped around his neck as he kissed her full on the lips. He moved his tongue over her lips, and she let it slip inside her mouth, swirling around it with her own. He slowly let his eskort bayan hands move up and down her sides. Their lips parted and he let his tongue drag down over her chin. He kissed along her neck, and down over her collarbone. As he did, he slid one hand slowly down onto her thigh, and up under her nightgown. She watched his eyes light up when his fingers found nothing between them and her perfectly shaved mound. He kissed down as far as he could in her low cut gown, and then lowered himself down onto his knees. He slipped his thumbs under the edges of her nightgown, and slowly lifted it. She assisted by raising her hips slightly to let the material pass over her waist, and as she lifted, he moved his lips to her wet mound. She almost screamed. She had been waiting all week for this, and finally he was here. She wrapped her hands around his neck as he dragged his tongue, slowly and carefully along her pussy lips. He sucked one lip into his mouth, swirling his tongue along it, then the other. His tongue darted in and out of her pussy, tracing up and down along the inside of her inner labia.

Excited, she placed her hand on the back of his head. He felt her thighs pulsing lightly against his cheeks, slightly rough with a shadow of bristle. The feeling was exquisite and she squirmed in ecstasy. He let his tongue drag slowly up to her clit. Touching it, ever so gently, and letting it flick back and forth over it. She writhed against him as he swirled around and around. She felt his fingers on her thighs and knew that even more was about to come. He moved his fingers over her pussy, lightly massaging her mound, getting his fingers nice and wet. Then, he slipped one finger slowly inside her to the knuckle. She pressed against him, wanting more inside her than just his fingertips. He slowly let his finger slide deeper, and deeper inside her, as his tongue swirled faster across her clit.

Soon he was moving in and out of her with a constant rhythm, licking her as he moved his finger inside her. Slowly he moved another finger inside her, curling it on the way out along the upper wall of her warm pussy. He licked quickly up and down her clit as he alternated in and out of her pussy with his fingers. Her moans filled the air as she convulsed against him; her mound became even wetter as he swirled and curled his fingers inside.

“Please… Please… take me now!” she whispered. He looked up into her eyes, still licking, and lifted her nightgown up to her shoulders. She flung it off, and he let his tongue drag up along her stomach. He paused, and swirled around her navel. Slowly, he kissed further and further upwards, along the breastbone. She felt his tongue drag lightly over to her left breast, while his hand drifted up over the right. His tongue traced slow, delicate circles around her nipple. Moving closer and closer to the tips. She almost screamed in pure ecstasy as he quickly flicked his tongue over the nub. She shuddered as his finger grazed ever so lightly altıparmak escort over the other breast. He took her nipple into his mouth, letting his warm breath wash over it. After swirling around it for a moment, he moved his mouth away, and blew light, cold air upon her nipples, wet with his saliva. Shivers ran up and down her body, and she moaned as she let her hands move all over his back. She reached down and pulled his shirt up off his head. He kissed his way up her chest, along her collarbone, and up the side of her neck. She smiled, as he looked her in the eyes. In them she saw more love than she had ever known before, and it made her feel safe, there in his arms.

He reached around her legs, and picked her up. He walked her over to the ladder, and set her down. He patted her lightly on the bum, and motioned up the ladder. She quickly scurried to the top as he admired her from below, and then he rushed up after her. She laid herself back on the warm hay in the corner. He walked over to her, and she reached up and undid his pants. He let her slide them down, and then stepped out of them, and then slid off his shorts. He knelt down, and then moved his arms on either side of her as he shifted his body over hers. He kissed her once, then smiled.

“I love you,” he whispered. She leaned up and kissed him full on the mouth, pulling his body down onto hers. She felt his hard cock press up against her, and she ached to have it inside. She moved her hands all over his back as she kissed him.

“Now,” she thought, and as if he could read her mind, he slid his member down, and then let it move up inside her. She gasped as it moved within her, letting herself fall back against the hay. He began moving in and out of her, gradually gaining speed. He let one of his hands drift down, and massage her clit as he rocked against her. She knew that she wouldn’t last much longer, and neither would he. His back arched, letting his cock grind hard against her g-spot. His fingers ran faster and faster over her clit, and her body began to shake with the immense pleasure she was experiencing. She wrapped her legs around him as she felt her body pass the point of no return. She came with such convulsions that he could feel her shaking hard against him, and then he came, letting loose his cum inside her. Their breathing was short, as they gasped, moaned, and shook against each other. Finally, he collapsed on top of her, and she curled up with him, a glazed look in her eyes, and a content smile on her face.

He moved over slightly, and lay there beside her, wrapping his arms around her still quivering body. He had been dreaming of this day since she had told him to come last week. It had been all he thought about. Now, as he lay there utterly spent next to her, he hardly noticed the scrapes he had suffered climbing in through the old hay shoot. He knew it had been well worth it to surprise her. He kissed her softly on the neck, as they lay there, absorbed in one another.

She felt a twinge of pain as she let her arms wrap around his. The scrapes had started to heal. The hoot of the owl was more soothing than it was before. She would know better than to leave the door locked next time; and after this wonderful evening, there would certainly be a next time.

Due to the lack of privacy around, we go to a hotel, slipping into the room like children, all giddy and impish. We close the door, and the tone, transforms, you kiss me so hard that with a gentle push we are laying on the bed with you on top of me, trying to control the tempo of our kiss. But I take over, rolling you onto your back, and kissing you hard enough to hear you let of a little moan. We caress and touch, through our clothes, for an at least an hour, we’ve have mustarded up a lot of zealous sweat, by the fight for control. Passionate kisses, caresses, touches, back and forth. You’re touching my breast through my shirt, and my knee, between your legs, building up pressure. My knees rhythm fluctuates, between fast and hard, and soft and slow. Moans escape you. Your tongue dances with mine, back and forth. My mouth making its way from your neck to your ears, nibbling ever so delicately on them and moaning softly.

We have been drenched in a passionate sweat, so we go to the shower, together of course, for fear, that the passion may be ill fitting or lost by the time we are both through. You take off your clothes first, and I am almost speechless to how beautiful you are. I am almost ashamed to lose my clothing, to the floor. You turn the water on, wait for it to warm up, and give me a long hot-blooded kiss, in a room that is filling up with steam. I go to the back of the shower, letting the water cascade over your body, the exoticness of each drop of water that falls down your back. Its all a little much for me to take, I must kiss your back. I slowly kiss my way up and down you back. Then, I wash your body gently, taking extra care, of your sensitive areas. While washing your breast, I kneed them, softly of course, but the look in your eyes is a little overwhelming, and I must kiss your lips. Your tongue dashes in and out of my mouth franticly, showing me you want more. My lips make it to your ear, where I nibble, and then ask if you would like more, I say it in a low and husky voice; you are barley able to mumble yes.

I guide you to the corner of the shower, and place my hand over your passion bursa escort house. You whimper. My index finger grazes your blisteringly pulsating clit; another whimper escapes your lips. I teasingly move my finger back and forth over your effervescent love bubble. My fingers moving back and forth, until you tense up, knowing that you could release, at any second, I cover your mouth with mine. Kissing you as the pace of my hand quickens across your clit, you release, the passion waves that overcome you, make you a little weak; however, I do not stop, instead, my hands explore your love box more, entering you. I am bracing you against the wall, because I want you to cum again for me. I start to kiss your neck and rapidly enter, and pull my finger in and out of you, until I can feel your walls surround my index finger, the pressure is building so fast, that I can not even slow down to tease you. With your walls getting tighter around my finger, instinctively I go faster and harder. You cum again, you are looking a little weak. I turn off the water of the shower, and pull you out, sit you on the counter as I towel you down. As I towel you down, I kneel down to lick up the juices that passed through you while we were in the shower, such a wonderful taste, it is not one to be wasted.

After we are both dry, I lead you back to the bed, were we had been lying a little while before, your body is still shaking. I lay you out on the bed, with your legs dangling off the bed, so that I can have better access to the passionate area between your legs.

I put a pillow down on the floor, so that my knees do not tire. I then start to kiss the insides of you legs. The moans and whimpers that you release, excite me all the more. You mumble something about wanting this for so long, but my focus is all on trying to make you cum again. I want to taste your sweet liquid. I need to taste your sweet juice. As I kiss my way up one leg and down the other, I can feel the heat that breaks away from your oven of pleasure on my face. My tongue finds its way back to your clit. Licking unhurriedly, we have nothing but time. Your bursa escort bayan moans are getting louder you mumble something, about wanting more, needing more. As my tongue gradually quickens, your moans, turn more to soft screams. My name passes through your lips, and the excitement shivers through my body, and retaliates by putting more pressure in the passes of my tongue. You want me more then you ever thought humanly possible at this point. Your legs are wrapped around my back, and trying to pull me in closer. I move my head back just a little bit, and blow on your clit, and watch the shivers, invade your body. Your love juice almost gushes out, as I gently blow on your love bubble. You squirm a little, as I take these juices into me. Licking sensitively. Your moans, and mumbles are slowing a bit, so I take my tongue, and venture inside of you. In and out with my tongue, your reach down, and pull my face into you, I start licking and fucking you with my tongue, as hard and as fast as I can, just to be able to feel your love sap trickle into my mouth. The harder that my mouth takes you in, the more your moans turn to screams. You try bracing your feet onto the edge of the bed, to calm your self from Cumming again, but my lips, and tongue, have brought your to the edge again, and with one more darting movement in and out of you, you scream and release. Your body has weakened, and I know it is time to give you a rest, so I pull you fully up on to the bed, and lay on top of you, bracing myself with one arm, as to not put my full wait on you. .

I kiss you, since I have the taste of you on my lips, you break from the kiss, and then I kiss your neck again. My hand ventures down your body, making its way to your love box, I steal some of your love sap, and turn my hand to myself, and whisper in your ear that I want you to rest, so I am going to masturbate for you. You whisper my name. I am already drenched in my own cum, but I needed yours to make this process even more enjoyable, I get close enough to your body, so you can feel me touching myself. My name passes through your lips again, it is almost escort bursa too much to handle. I nibble on your ear, moaning, and mumbling things of my own. My knuckle touches your clit as I pass over mine, time and time again, making you cum at the same time I do. We lye there holding each other as we shake. I move off of you, and we kiss some more, until we fall into a slumber.

After a small nap, I awake before you. I stare at your beauty; I cannot help myself, I must touch you. My hands roam your body, feeling every inch of your soft silky skin. You don’t exactly wake right away; just gasps of little sweet moans, so my caresses do not stop. I massage your breast, and kiss your neck, your eyes, still closed, I whisper that I want to be inside of you again, and my right hand makes it down, to between your legs, the warmed that is emanating from your body amazes me. I must be inside of you, to feel the warmth and wetness from the inside. I part your legs a little bit. And press one finger inside of you. Your body seems to like this as it is rocking with the tempo of my finger. In and out, you moan, and mumble. My name. My clit is on fire, and so is yours. “I want this,” you say. “I always want this. You are so wonderful. You. You. Oh… awe…” Then your mumbles get muffled by passion, the soft screams are back, as I enter your body, and roam the inside of you, like I was caressing your outer body. The inside of you seems to be alive, with excitement; it’s raging through your body. The fire, it’s warm and wet, it steams from anticipation. Gradually, I slip in another finger, the force of two, is almost too much for you, but I don’t want to stop, so I slow down. My pace, is teasing you, you can see it in the way you are biting your lip, it is all so much for you to handle. Your body is on fire, with lust, passion and love. You rock your hips to meet my finger. It is almost too much for me to take, as my pace is still slow, but the force, is immense. I am about to cum for you, just because, I am feeling your walls wrapping around my finger. The pressure, the pleasure, it is intense. I hear you say that you love me, and with a strength not usually found within me, I make this love, shine, with a silky sheen, that pours from both our bodies, in a crash of screams and moans. I kiss your neck once again, making my way back up to your ear, and whisper that I love you too.

Sara smiled as the water caressed her skin and the heat massaged her muscles after being bound. She lathered the douche and slowly and carefully caressed her ass cheeks and smiled reminiscing that it had not even been an hour ago that Mistress had been riding her as ‘her personal mare’ as Leanne had sometime joked.

Enjoying the shower, she wondered how Diane was enjoying herself hanging from the ceiling bar on tiptoe.

She stepped from the shower and slowly dried herself as she looked at herself in the mirror. The work with the trainer was making her into a very satisfied woman physically and she knew that she was ready for some fun. The idea that this was all hers now was such a turn on for her that she was so turned on while she oiled her skin. She sauntered into the master bedroom to see Diane hanging from the bar in the windowed bay area. She walked to her and saw her in the moonlight as the light shone through the all window bay. She walked to Diane and looked in her eyes as she slid her hand over Diane’s skin. She heard the involuntary moan from Diane’s mouth as her cool hand caressed her nipples and down her skin. Her hand came to rest on Diane’s shaved pussy and Sara looked directly in the bound girls eyes as she teased and caressed her.

Sara moved to the armoire and keyed in the code for the electric lock and nonchalantly opened the cupboard and saw all the toys in there. She picked up the leather belt and smelt it. Wondering if she could truly smell her self on it or was that her mind trying to just remind her how many times her Mistress had used this on her. She remembered Mistress saying to her that for each newbie she received she always bought a new item and it was special for only that slave. She wondered if the heat she felt on her ass was real or just her mind remembering the amount of times she had been bent over and belted using the item specially made for her.

She pushed the leather covered wooden horse from the corner toward Diane and saw the look in her eyes as the girl realised what was to happen. Sara pushed the item so it was touching her body then slowly walked to the wall where the chain was anchored holding Diane up. As she slowly walked to it she felt her silk robe rub against her nipples sending a jolt of pleasure through her. She pressed the button on the wall and saw Diane slowly being lowered. She let out some of the chain and saw Diane leaning against the horse trying to get some feeling back in her arms. ‘Bend over it bitch and grab the legs with your hands.’ As she said this Sara walked back to her toys and picked up the leather restraints. She walked back to Diane and leaned over her prostrate body letting her body caress the tall girl bent over. Teasing her she took her wrist and attached the leather around the girls wrists one at a time. Slowly walking around her she kneeled in front of Diane and attached the link from Diane’s restraint to the leg ensuring she was secure. Doing the same with the other wrist Sara leaned forward and secured her legs then stood and saw the girl doubled over.

She walked around the bound girl and raked nails over her skin. She leaned forward and licked down Diane’s back and leaned in close between her legs and tasted her pussy using her tongue the way she had been trained. She heard Diane gasp and moan as she continued assaulting her pussy. ‘I am sorry for that night Mistress…’ bursa escort Diane gasped as she was assaulted and felt the two fingers bringing her closer to orgasm as her clit was licked, sucked and nibbled. Oh my god, thought Diane, ‘ Mistress, please … please.. please,,,’, was all she could utter. ‘Fuckkkk… that is great, please Mistresssss… I need to cum…. I beg you…’, she screamed as Sara assaulted her pussy and clit with her tongue and fingers, bound and open and unable to fight, helpless as she was.

As quick as she had started Sara stopped and stood up bringing Diane’s pleasure to an abrupt and cruel end, knowing how close the girl had been. She leaned in close to her ear ‘comm.? slut comm.? not until I say and not until I am ready. Understand slut?’ As she said slut, Sara brought the belt down on Diane’s ass cheek and heard the resounding slap as the leather met with skin and heard Diane gasp in surprise. ‘They say payback is a bitch, and I remember that night you humiliated me at that dyke bar with your friends.’ As Sara spoke she began the slow cadence of thrashing Diane’s right cheek, seeing the mark the belt was leaving and hearing Diane moan and then begin to scream as her mind registered the humiliating beating she was being given. Aside from Mistress, no one had ever dared lay a hand on the tall girl and her mind clouded over with anger as she hissed, ‘You fucking slut, let me go or I will kill you, no one has ever done this to me.’ Sara laughed as she pulled her hand back and started going to town on her other cheek. Letting the girl rant under her and seeing the fight in her as she pulled at the restraints. As quickly as she had started Sara stopped. She leaned forward and blew on Diane’s red ass cheeks and licked each cheek caressing it.

She slid her hand between Diane’s legs as the girl calmed and licked her red ass, ‘Who owns you slave?’ She said as she blew between her bound spread legs and teased her clit with her nails. She could feel the mix of emotions going through Diane’s body as the pleasure and pain blurred in to one motion for her and could picture the argument flowing through the dykes mind as she fought to not answer. Sara smiled as she stood. Dropping her robe to the floor she leant forward and wrapped her body over Diane’s, letting the girl feel her cool skin on her beaten body. She heard the girl moan and wrapped a hand in her hair and pulled her head up hard by the tresses. ‘I will ask you one more time whore who owns you, and you will answer. If not all your friends from the bar will be here within the hour and you know how dirty they can be.’ As she said this in a hoarse whisper in the girls ear Sara nibbled her ear and licked it. Pulling her hair hard she began counting. ‘FIVE…FOUR.THR…’ , ‘You do Mistress Sara was all she heard Diane almost scream out before she could finish the count

Sara pulled Diane’s hair and forced the bound girl to look in her eyes. She knew that Diane had been broken in by Mistress and that the second time was much easier, because the girl had been given and as such she knew she was close to achieving her desire of establishing dominance over her personal property. Sliding free of her bound property she retrieved her silk robe and left the room to fetch herself a glass of wine letting the bound girl ponder her predicament. She returned a while later to see the marks on Diane’s escort bursa ass and took a piece of ice from her wine and massaged the redness. She heard Diane scream and moan as the ice felt like fire for the one moment it touched her before realisation kicked in that it was actually ice. Sara put the drink down and walked to the cupboard and picked up the spreader bar with the chain running through it and the cuffs extending from it. She walked back to Diane and unclipped her wrists.’ Stand up slut and give me your wrists.’

In her mind Sara was extremely aroused and began to realise that the Coven was her place and she would do nothing to jeopardise it as it gave her power, money and a slave with a body to die for. She smiled as Diane stood and glared at her as she pushed her wrists out. Sara attached the spreader to the chain and then attached Diane’s wrists wide to the bar. ‘Only two more reminders tonight my pet then we can go to bed where you can pleasure your Mistress with that filthy mouth.’ Sara said as she walked to the button and pressed it pulling the bar into the air so Diane was pulled up. As she was standing again, Sara untied her legs and pushed the wooden horse out of the way and stood in front of the Amazon girl. She looked at her and smiled as she took one tit in her mouth and gently started licking it and sucking on it. She heard the tall Amazonian woman moan with pleasure and saw her lost in a myriad of emotions. Pain, from the strapping; pleasure from the tongue; humiliation from the subjugation; control and anguish from a woman she had abused herself many times. Sara looked in the girls eyes and saw all of these emotions knowing the girl was slipping close to where she wanted her. As she sucked and licked her nipples she could feel all the emotions running through the girl and smiled. As she pleasured the girl she slowly slid her hand into the robe pocket and took out the clamps she had put there earlier.

Looking at the erect nipple Sara blew on the nipple and heard a moan as her reward. Diane was oblivious to her predicament as her eyes were closed and her mind elsewhere. Sara slid the clamp on her nipple and released it letting the toy do its job. Her reward was the scream she expected as Diane opened her eyes and registered what was happening as the second clamp was placed on her. Sara smiled as the girl screamed in pain and heard the words of anger flowing from Diane as she struggled to get free. She stood back and watched as the constant fight in the bound girl died down. She knew that Diane was no novice to this and that her fight was bluster at being handed elsewhere and smiled as she looked at her. She walked to the cupboard and retrieved the three-ring collar and the gold chain.

She walked to Diane and looked her in the eyes as she kissed her deep in the mouth holding her hair. The emotional roller coaster of pleasure and pain the girl was going through was abundant to Sara as she took her kiss, looking deep in her eyes and seeing the drug like state of the bound girl. Sara leaned back and slapped her, seeing the girl come back from where she was. ‘Good whore, now I have your attention again, do you see what this is?’ as she spoke she rubbed the collar on her nipples and brought it to her eyes. Diane looked at the collar and said nothing. Letting her defiance speak vainly for her. She knew what was happening and accepted bursa escort bayan it. Her macho demeanour her last vestige denying her the pleasure of begging. Sara smiled and accepted the rebellion, knowing in the years to come who would truly win. Wordlessly she slipped the collar around her toys neck and tightened the buckle as she stood on tiptoe to reach behind her red curls. ‘We are going to have such fun you and I whore over time.’ She whispered as nibbled Diane’s ear playfully as she finished collaring her.

Sara stood back to see the bound collared girl and smiled. ‘Almost done.’ She said as she linked the chain to each of the clamps. She stood close to the girl and pulled the chain lightly and heard the moan of pleasure from Diane as her reward. She knew the clamps were not on too tightly and the girl was experiencing pleasure waves, now that she was over the initial shock of them. Sara stood close and looked at Diane, ‘Open your mouth my bitch.’ She said and saw the instant order obeyed as she pulled the chain up and placed it in her mouth, ‘Close.’ she ordered and saw the girl’s eyes open as she felt the bite of gravity pulling her tits up by the chain as she clamped down on the chain.

Sara stood back and looked at the girl as she picked up the leather switch. ‘The final test for this evening my pet.’ she said as she looked at the bound beauty. ‘You can decide when this stops. As soon as your ready to say “I am your property now Mistress Sara” then you can remove the chain from your mouth and this will stop.’ As she finished speaking, Sara took a step back and rolled her wrist. letting the soft leather whisp on the end of the switch begin its attack on Diane’s tits. She saw and felt the girl fighting her bonds and her guttural screams of pain. Knowing that a piece of Diane was in anger and defiance whilst the stubborn streak in would not let the chain fall as she knew what it meant. Sara continued her assault on Diane’s tits as the girl fought within herself. Seeing each flick of her wrist leave a red line on her tits, her outer thigh, her inner thighs and her stomach. She was proud of her defiance and knew the pain this brought momentarily each time it connected.

Sara did not know how many minutes she had been doing this only that she was proud of her new property in her defiance and pride. The chain suddenly dropped from Diane’s mouth as the girl took in gulps of air before she could speak. Then moments later ‘I am your property Mistress Sara and I serve no one but you from this moment.’ She heard the girl say as she semi collapsed under her bondage. Sara smiled as she walked close to the girl. She pulled her head up by her hair and looked her in the eyes as she kissed her mouth deep pulling the slaves hair. She stood on tiptoe and uncuffed the girl from the bar and let her semi collapse onto her as she half fell. She looked at her as she held her ‘your mine now slut, to command, to fuck, to have ‘and pleasure me. From this moment I am mistress and you are mine.’ As she said this she detached herself from the slave, removed her robe and lay on the bed. ‘Come here slut and pleasure me, show me what else that mouth can do.’ She lay back naked and aroused in her power knowing the night was going to be long and fun, and that the morning would find her new toy ridden and broken and ready for the holiday. As she imagined that she saw the girl. Collared, clamped and chained stumbling to the bed. Her last image before the night of pleasure was watching Diane lick her way up from her ankles to her inner thigh as she lay back and closed her eyes, wondering what would be happening in Hawaii…

It was the first of the month and rent was due. Andi was short about two hundred bucks and knew they had been late last month as well. The apartment manager tried to be nice about it but she also made it clear that she answered to a higher authority (the property management company) and that if Andi and her boyfriend were late on their rent again, they would get more than a late fee. Andi’s boyfriend, Carter, was out of town on a business trip. When she asked him about the rent before he left, he simply told her she should do whatever she could to sort it out with Eve, the apartment manager.

Andi was pissed but she didn’t know what to do. Her schedule had been hectic with job searching but she hadn’t found anything steady. She sold a few photos in an art show but even with that money, it wasn’t enough and she knew she had to come up with something fast before Eve came knocking on her door. She wracked her brain thinking about how to sell a few more photos or about borrowing money from her dad but she hated to do that.

She called up her best friend, Rain, who was quite an entrepreneur and sold knitted goods at street fairs to make ends meet since her recent divorce.

“Jesus Rain, I am 30 years old… too old to not have rent money.”

“It’s alright Andi, we will come up with something. Think about what you can do. I mean, you can sell your photos at the next street fair I am doing.”

“Well when is that?”

“Next Thursday, the 7th.”

“Shit, Rain. Thanks all the same but that’s too late and Eve said the next time we were late…”

Rain cut her off… “I know, let’s have a bake sale!”

“Rain, I totally appreciate your enthusiasm babe but isn’t that a little ‘youth group fundraiser’ even for me?”

“Yeah, I guess so. But you went to culinary school and you never really bake anymore.”

An idea began to rise up in Andi. “I have the best idea! I will make up a flier and teach a baking class. Can I use your house?”

“Sure sweetie.” Andi was glad Rain got the house in the divorce.

“Ok, well, I am going to get on that. I will email you the flier to put up in your neighborhood and I will put one up in my apartments. You are the best! Love you!”

“Love you too babe!”

Rain was Andi’s best friend and they had always been there for each other, since they were 13 years old. They had gotten in their share of trouble together but they had never been mad at each other and they always came up with creative money making ideas together.

Andi fired up her laptop and made a quick flier on word. She kept it simple and sweet with her name, phone number, and the header “Baking Lessons, Price Negotiable.” For good measure she added a photo of a clip art loaf of bread. It was nothing fancy but it would do. She emailed it to Rain and then printed off five copies to put up around her apartments. She figured there was no time like the present and grabbed some push pins to go tack them up.

When she got to the laundry room, she was glistening with sweat. It was really hot outside and even hotter in a room with 10 dryers. That’s when the flaw in her plan occurred to her, it was easily 90 degrees and who would want to learn how to bake when it is 90 degrees outside? She figured it was too late so she hung the flier anyway a headed on back to her sweltering apartment. Even with the sliding glass doors open and all of the fans blasting, it was sticky-hot at best and unbearable at most. She felt like it was probably hot enough to bake bread on the counter top. She cracked a cool one and slid a wedge of fresh cut lime down into the bottleneck. All she had to do then was wait.

It was too hot in the bedroom to sleep so she lie on the couch in boxers and an undershirt and fell asleep watching a bad porno. It seemed like Carter was gone a lot these days and she has been insatiable. She felt like she might have to take on another side job to support her porn habit. Since Carter was gone, she felt no need to clean up and her erotica books, dirty magazines, and rented porno’s were all over the living room. It was a regular jill-off palace at her place. The fake orgasm and whirring fan put her right to sleep.

The next morning a loud knocking on the front door awoke Andi. It was almost a “cop knock” like someone was about to bust the door wide open. Confused, and in the middle of a hot dream, Andi stumbled to the door, still in her boxers and undershirt. She looked through the peephole and saw the apartment manager, Eve, standing on her doorstep.

“Fuck, not now” she thought.

She opened the door a little bit.

“Look,” she whined, “I know my rent is late but I am trying to figure it out and I totally know I am in trouble with you but Carter…”

“Stop!” Eve assertively interjected. “That’s not why I’m here.”

Maybe it was the dream she had been having or the fact that she was usually scared of seeing Eve since it meant she had done something wrong, but she had never noticed how incredibly gorgeous Eve was. Her eyes bursa escort were captivating and deep brown in color. She was shorter than Eve by a few inches but she had a solid stature that oozed confidence. She was solid and strong. She had large, round breasts and a small waist but a firm, ample belly. Her skin was cocoa, smooth looking, and Andi found herself magnetically pulled to Eve at that moment. She wanted to slide her had down velvety arms. She had never really been attracted to a woman enough to act on it before but something about Eve’s confidence and closely cropped head made Andi a bit weak in the knees.

Eve snapped her back to reality. “I’m not here for that. Is this yours?” She held in her hand, one of the pink fliers Andi made the night before.

“Oh…” Andi was confused, “yes, that is mine, look, if it’s not OK that I posted it, I’m really sorry.”

Now it was Eve’s turn to look confused. “No, it’s not that. It’s just that, well, my girlfriend has been traveling abroad for months and I just thought I should make her something really special when she gets back. Do you think you can teach me to bake bread?”

“Yeah! Of course I can. I am using my friend’s kitchen so I will have to set up a time and date to do it. Can you do it tomorrow?” Andi was thrilled. She thought she could kill two birds with one stone and earn some money while getting in good with the manager.”

“She gets back tomorrow so I have to do it today. Can you do it?”

“Well, I think my friend is working today but I can call her.” Andi worried that her opportunity was quickly walking out the door.

“Can’t we just do it here? How about right now?”

Andi’s head was reeling and she was desperately trying to figure out how to make this work.

“Yeah, I guess so… let me think… yes, I have all of the ingredients here. Come on in.”

Andi stepped out of the way to let Eve in to the apartment. Her large frame took up all of the doorway so she stepped sideways as Eve drifted past her. Her scent was overwhelming. She smelled like some sweet men’s cologne and sweat. And no wonder she was sweating, she had on long jeans, belted, with a long sleeve dress shirt tucked in.

As Eve got further into the apartment and started to look around, Andi suddenly remembered her porn was laying around. It was too late. Eve looked a little bit curious and Andi was mortified.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry. If you could just give me a minute to pick up. Carter has been out of town for awhile and…”

“Don’t worry about it, Andi, my place looks the same. Remember what I said about my girlfriend.”

Andi felt reassured. “Right. Sorry. So, you have a girlfriend? Like, girlfriend girlfriend or like roommate girlfriend?” She immediately regretted her question. “I am so sorry, it is totally none of business.”

“It’s fine. Seriously, I am not shy. She’s my actual girlfriend. We have been together about three years.” Her skin was shimmering with sweat and she seemed all too happy to talk about her girlfriend.

“Great, that’s really cool. That’s about how long Carter and I have been together.”

An awkward tension seemed to be building but Andi couldn’t put her finger on what it was.

“Anyway, let’s talk about what kind of bread you want to make!” Andi seemed eager to ease the tension with the actual purpose of the visit.

Eve took over with the confidence she always seemed to exude and lead herself right to the kitchen.

“Where do you keep your cookbooks? I was thinking just a nice loaf of fresh French bread or maybe some Challah, my girlfriend is Jewish.”

Andi gestured to the bookcase with the cookbooks on it. She grabbed a rubber band from around her wrist and tied up her long, strawberry blond locks.

“Listen, I am just going to go change really quick, go ahead and look through the books. That green one has a great French bread loaf on page17.” Andi was dying to put a bra on at least.

“Don’t change on my account. You look really comfortable.” Eve looked her up and down like she was eying a glass of ice water dancing across a scorching desert toward her. Andi felt Eve’s gaze glide over her body but she felt anything but self-conscious. Eve inspected the large, round body before her, the alabaster, creamy skin, tattooed with many colorful images. She admired the obviously pierced nipples poking out of Andi’s undershirt, affixed to small, pert breasts. She let her eyes rest on Andi’s substantial belly and generous thighs. Andi felt then like she was intoxicated and that she had just been drunk up through a straw and digested inside of Eve, a very comfortable place to be.

“Well, if you don’t mind…” Andi felt a stirring in her, which clearly came from the attention. Her nipples got even harder beneath her less than adequate, ribbed cotton undershirt and she felt her clit throbbing. She didn’t have any idea what was happening to her. She had never really been with a woman and wasn’t sure of what she had experienced was escort bursa actually sexual in nature. She had kissed a girl once in high school but she got freaked out and never told anyone about it. She had fantasized about women but she had never really met one she was this attracted to. It was magnetizing. It was arresting. It was hot in her kitchen. To distract herself, Andi turned on the oven and got out her mixing bowls and measuring cups.

“Can I do anything to help yet?” Andi had been lost in her own mind and had forgotten that she was supposed to be teaching Eve, which meant every step of he way she would have to guide her. She had no idea that the tables would soon be turned.

“Yeah, ok, grab those silver canisters and we can get started.” She didn’t even need a recipe really. She had been making her favorite bread recipe since she was just a little girl. She would help her mom and when it was time to bake the bread, her mom would cut off a small piece of dough that Andi would shape into a turtle or a heart and that she got to eat it all by herself when it was done baking.

Andi grabbed the yeast and explained to Eve how they had to mix the yeast with hot water and a little bit of sugar to get the yeast started. “It gets all bubbly and active and then it’s ready to go.” As an afterthought she added, “You know, it’s like foreplay.” She immediately regretted saying it because the tension in the room was already obvious and she was just contributing to it.

Eve, on the other hand, didn’t even blink. She just listened and stared at Andi. It was the kind of stare someone who was deciding whether or not to cheat on their girlfriend might make and they both knew it. Andi opened the fridge and poured some ice-cold water out of the pitcher into two glasses. “Here… let’s cool off a bit.” Of course she only intended her comment to be literal but the metaphoric implications were also obvious. Eve took the water but did not break eye contact.

After some awkward conversation about books and poetry, the yeast was ready. Andi started measuring the other ingredients and explaining to Eve how to mix them in. When it came time to let the dough rise, it was clear that it would be awkward to remain in the kitchen but the only other option was the porn scattered living room. Andi decided to brave it.

Once they settled in the living room, Eve began to look around.

“I love that print you have… is it Waterhouse?”

“No, actually it’s Rosetti… they had a similar style. Their women were beautiful, don’t you think? I have always loved the women with the long, soft looking hair and colorful lips.”

“Long hair is too hot.”

Andi realized that Eve had a shaved head and clearly didn’t favor long hair. Her own hair was wrapped up in two buns on the side of her head. She had been growing it for a few years.

“Yeah, actually it is too hot. I used to shave my head but I just decided to see how patient I could be and let it grow.”

Eve sensed that Andi was a bit uncomfortable. She hadn’t meant to imply that Andi’s hair wasn’t attractive.

“Your hair is beautiful. Take it down.”

Andi wasn’t sure if she had heard Eve right. There was something commanding about the voice that made her feel like she must comply, like it was more of a demand than a request. Something about having this spicy butch woman bossing her around made her even hotter. Without hesitation or questioning, she unwound her buns, laying the booby pins on the coffee table.

“See now, your long hair is beautiful. The red is so striking. Is it your natural color?”

“No, well, I am blond and I dye it red but it goes well with my coloring. At least that is what people tell me.” She was blushing like a schoolgirl crushed out on a teacher.

“It looks so soft.” Eve reached out to touch Andi’s hair and just then the timer went off. Andi felt almost relieved by the sound and she rushed up to the kitchen to turn the dough out. She got a large, silicone mat out of the cupboard and she sprinkled flour on it as she explained how important it was to keep the bread dough from sticking to the mat while kneading it. Eve watched Andi double the dough over itself and press down, making the muscles in her fleshy upper arm stand out.

“Ok, now you try…” Andi stepped aside, wet clumps of dough entwined in her fingers.

Eve stood next to the board and began copying Andi’s technique.

“You make it look so easy. Perhaps I am doing something wrong?”

Andi came and took over, demonstrating the technique again. Eve stood directly behind her. Andi could feel Eve’s hot breath on her neck but she was afraid to stop what she was doing. Butterflies had begun in her stomach and she wasn’t sure how to respond. Eve put her arms around Andi and slid her hands down Andi’s arms very gently. She held Andi’s arms and did the kneading with her.

“There, you see, that’s not so bad,” said Andi with a croak.

“Are you alright Andi?”

Andi was visibly trembling bursa escort bayan now. He croak must have given away her discomfort.

“Yes, I’m… I’m… just hot is all.”

Andi tried to turn around but Eve forcefully laid her palms down on top of Andi’s and pinned them to the counter on either side of the dough. Andi immediately felt the familiar wetness in her crotch of irreversible hunger. She thought she might pass out. She was afraid to move. She was stunned and shaking from the sexual adrenaline.

“Well then,” cooed Eve in her ear, “Maybe you just need to take it easy and cool off. Don’t move… I will get your water.”

Just as suddenly as she had pinned her down, Eve let go and walked off into the living room. Andi knew better than to move. She had no idea what would happen but she didn’t want to blow the moment. Eve came back in the room with the glass of ice-cold water. She came back up behind Andi and pushed her body against Andi’s, pinning her to the counter again. She reached around to Andi’s front and slowly poured the glass of water down the front of her tank top, soaking the thin cotton and setting Andi’s nipples on fire.

“Now there, that should cool you down.”

Eve was so seamless in her execution of this move that Andi wondered whether or not this was really happening.

“Is that better?”

“Uh… I… ah… yes?” Andi’s mind was racing with possibilities. If only one of the porno’s she had watched had a plot half as good as this, she wouldn’t ever be sexually frustrated again.

“Do you like that Andi? I have been thinking about you for a long time.”

“Uh… you have?”

“Yes. Once when you came back from the pool you undressed in your living room and your curtain was open. I saw you and I knew I needed to have you. It seemed like you knew I was watching and you were so languid in your movements.”

“Yes…” she tried to explain but nothing else would come out. She remembered that day. She was so hot she couldn’t bear to close the curtains all the way and block out the breeze. It was the middle of the day so she didn’t really think anyone was around to see her. She had moved so slowly because she was slightly sunburned and every movement that creased her skin put her in pain.

Eve took Andi’s silence as consent and slid her hands around Andi’s waist and slowly up Andi’s clinging tank top. She cupped Andi’s small breasts in her hands and squeezed the nipples between two fingers. Andi couldn’t help herself. She moaned audibly. Her nipples were pierced and they were extremely sensitive. The moisture continued to pool in her shorts and her clit throbbed. She wanted more but she was afraid to ask for it lest it destroy the magnitude of the moment. Eve clearly got off on power and Andi wanted to play along.

Eve removed one hand and brought it back up to tangle in Andi’s hair. She pulled back sharply, exposing Andi’s bare throat. Andi moaned even louder and there was no longer any question of exactly what was happening in that kitchen. With Andi’s throat exposed, Eve licked her neck and sunk her teeth in gently. It was all Andi could do to not cum right then and there but she wanted the moment to last and she was so hot. She wanted to taste Eve, to feel Eve inside her and to be fucked, hard.

Eve, with her hand still twisted up in Andi’s hair, flipped her around to face her. Andi had been holding on to the edge of the counter with the mat with the dough on it and as Eve spun her around, the mat flew off the counter. The dough made a distinct thud as it hit the linoleum and flour went flying everywhere. Eve forced Andi to look into her eyes as she said “Tell me what you want.”

Andi was overwhelmed and speechless. She had fantasized about moments like these but didn’t know what to do when it was actually happening. She said the first thing that came to mind, hoping it didn’t sound too much like a line out of a bad porno.

“I want… I want… to… to taste you.”

In that seamless way that she always managed to maintain control over the situation, Eve pulled Andi down to her knees in a spray of flour and sweat and let go so she could unbuckle her black, leather belt. She undid her jeans and at the exact moment the zipper slid down, Andi knew there was no going back in her life, in any way. This was the way it is supposed to be, she thought. History in the making.

Andi fumbled to pull at Eve’s jeans but Eve pushed her away. She stepped back, leaving Andi on her knees on the kitchen floor as she slowly unbuttoned each and every button on her dress shirt, exposing a black spots bra. She slid off her jeans and stood there in her boxer briefs, a previously hidden bulge painfully obvious underneath the material.

“Come here.” Eve stated.

Andi began to get up off the floor. To acquiesce.

“NO!” Eve quipped. “Stay on your knees.”

Andi walked over on her knees to where Eve was, her knees sliding along in the flour along the floor. She noticed the ball of dough of by the side of the fridge and wondered if was still salvageable. Even in this moment, she wanted to make sure she fulfilled her teaching duty. When she got close enough Eve grabbed the back of her head and pushed Andi’s head into the crotch of her boxer briefs.

I would like to thank everyone for their comments and feedback from the last series. If you’ve read that series, you know a little about me. I am happy now and I hope that you all continue to read my work. As always feel free to leave comments and send me feedback. Good reading to all of you.

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You know, all my life I’ve known who I was, but the rest of the world doesn’t. I mean, they clearly know who I am being one of the most famous novelist to spring up in the last half decade, but they had no clue who I truly was. Not even my family and I was content to live my life this way, or at least I thought I was. From the moment I met her, I knew that my life was going to change, I just never knew how far I’d have to venture out of my hole to be with her. No matter how far I had to, I knew it would be worth it in the end … Or I was seriously hoping that it would.

I guess I should start at the beginning. My name is Samantha Richards, but everyone who has ever known me, just call me Sammie. I found my passion in writing when I was very young and I never had to worry about anything else, because nothing ever seemed to matter. At the tender age of 25, I’ve become a very famous for it, but I always felt something, no, make that someone, was missing in my life. I was away on vacation in Florida, well, it was supposed to be vacation, but I can’t seem to stop writing long enough to actually relax.

Anyway, I was sitting on the balcony of my suite when I looked down and saw the most amazingly beautiful woman. I knew that I was a lesbian, but I had never even experimented with a girl, not even in college. I’d simply always been single, my parents worried I’d spend the rest of my life that way because I’d never brought anyone home or had a serious boyfriend, but as I sat there gazing at this woman, everything within me reacted. Sure, I’ve been strongly attracted to a number of women over the years, but not one of them made me want them like this woman did, and I’d never even met her. Yet.

I stood up and looked down as she seemed to be getting comfortable on the lounge chair. My feet carried me to the elevator before my mind even registered the move. I knew I had to figure out what to say before I got to her. I was just thinking that I’d ask her name, maybe go out for an early dinner, but before I could really solidify anything, I was standing in front of her. I looked down and I was left breathless a second time. She pulled the sunglasses off and looked up at me, then smiled.

“Hello?” She asked clearly caught between confusion and amusement. I looked at her, my mouth hanging ajar. She stood and my gaze followed as she did. Then, again, she said, “Hello? Is something wrong?”

“Um …” That was all I seemed to be able to say.

“Are you alright?” She asked clearly concerned now.

“Um … Yes, I’m alright and no, there is nothing wrong.” I finally managed to say.

“Ah! So you can actually speak.” She chuckled and continued, “Well, I’m glad. Can I help with something?”

“Yes. I … I was wondering if, um, if you wanted to go to dinner with me tonight?” I asked as my hands fidgeted like they always did when I was extremely nervous.

“Um …”

She seemed to be the one at a loss for words, so I added, “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I mean, you don’t even know me. You might not want to go out with a complete stranger. You know what, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come down here. I shouldn’t have bothered you. I’ll let you go back to relaxing. If you’ll excuse me.”

I turned and was about to walk away when I felt small fingers wrapping around my wrist. I looked back at her and she said, “Wait! Do you even want to know my answer?”

I was more than shocked and just nodded my head. She chuckled lightly again and then said, “I’d love to have dinner with you. My name is Victoria.”

She released my wrist and extended the same hand. I shook it and said, “That’s wonderful. I’m Sammie. I’m usually more talkative, well, not much more, but a little more talkative, but when I saw you, I had to come over and ask you to dinner, but seeing your amazing eyes, I seem to have been struck silent.”

She chuckled again and said, “Well, I’m glad you finally asked. I saw you on the balcony, but I had no way of knowing you were interested, the way you were looking gave me a hint, by the way.” She laughed again and then said, “You know, you are really quite beautiful.”

She then proceeded to look over my 5’9″ stature. Her remarkable blue-violet eyes locked on my hazel ones. She smiled and I reciprocated. Her eyes seemed to take in my outfit as if trying to figure out what was underneath. My black t-shirt with a blue, black and white vest left everything to the imagination outside of my muslced arms. Her eyes traveled lower to my khaki slacks and then stopped at my black and white Jordans. She looked back at me and smiled, “You know, I used to have a pair just like that.” I didn’t respond. I just looked at her trying to bursa escort figure out if she’d just insulted or complimented me.

We stood there for several minutes just staring at one another. The vibration at my waist pulled me back to reality. I grabbed my iPhone and saw that it was from my publisher. I answered and told her to hold a second, looking back at Victoria, I said, “I’m sorry. I have to take this. Give me a call later on and we’ll make the dinner plans, okay?” I reached into my wallet and handed her one of my business cards. Not waiting for her to more than nod, I left to see what Carol, my publisher, wanted.

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Around 8, I searched through my clothes looking for something to wear on my date. I had half an hour before I was meeting Victoria in the lobby to go out for Italian. Thinking of the restaurant and my company, I chose a pair of black slacks, a tan Italian button-up, a pair of all black Jordans, and a black blazer. I combed my jet black hair straight back, and made sure I had remembered to go to the ATM.

Having everything I needed, I walked down to the lobby and waited for Victoria. At exactly 8:30, she stepped off the elevator and walked towards me.

“Hi.” Victoria said.

“Hello. You look beautiful.” I said and even though the words were already out of my mouth, I blushed.

She chuckled. After looking me over said, “You know, you have a very unique style. I’m going to just go out and ask this. How old are you?”

I wasn’t expecting her to say that, but immediately answered, “25, why?”

“I was just making sure you were over the age of 18. You come off very mature, but you seem to live in sneakers. I googled you from the information I got off your business card.”

“Oh? Um … Why? You could’ve asked me anything you wanted to know.”

“Well, I could’ve, yes, but I wanted to see what the rest of the world thought of you.”

“Um … Alright. I’m not really interested in what the rest of the world thinks of me, but I hope you found everything you were looking for.”

“Actually, no. There wasn’t much about you other than the fact that you are quite famous for your writing, you grew up in Ireland and both of your parents went to Yale, while you chose to go to Harvard.”

“Wow. Well, I’ve never had the desire to google myself, but I would’ve thought there was more than that.”

“Disappointed?”

“No. Quite the opposite. Would you like to go to dinner now?”

“Yes, I’m actually really hungry.”

I held out my arm and she looped hers through it. Outside, we had a taxi waiting for us. We went to the restaurant and had an incredible meal.

Afterwards, clearly neither of us were ready to call it a night so we went for a walk on the beach.

Victoria looked over at me as I looked out at the water. I knew she was staring, but I had never really been on a date with a woman so I wasn’t sure just what to do or say. Almost as if she was reading my mind, she said, “Just relax. I wont bite you. I just want to get to know you. Nothing more, nothing less, if that’s how you would prefer it.”

I looked over at her and smiled. She smiled back. I turned back towards the water and asked, “So what is it you’d like to know that I haven’t already shared?”

“Well …” She began and then looked down almost as if the question scared her.

“You can ask me anything. I’m a very honest person. If there is something you want to know, just ask and I’ll tell you the truth.” I said as I used my finger to lift her chin to look at me.

“Um … You’ve never been out with a girl, have you?”

I was surprised she’d picked up on that and laughed. I laughed so hard I was in tears. Catching my breath, I said, “No. I’ve been a lesbian all my life, mind you, but I’ve never actually just taken the plunge to try and actually be with another woman. I mean, I’ve had offers, but I never felt the connection. That is until you.”

She looked at me. Her arms came around my neck and I put my arms around her waist. We stood there just gazing at each other. “You know, typically, this is where the two women would kiss, if they felt so inclined.” She said to me in barely a whisper.

“And are you? Inclined?” I said as I pressed our bodies closer together.

“Yes. Very much so.” She answered not increasing her volume. Had I not been right in front of her, I’d have sworn that she said nothing at all.

Both of our faces tipped and our lips connected. They fit perfectly was the thought I had. Her arms moved tighter around my neck and the kiss deepened. We made out for awhile until the need for air became too overwhelming and we back off.

“Wow!” Victoria said as her eyes just began to open.

I wasn’t really sure what her reaction meant. I’d never kissed another woman, so I had no idea if it was as desirable for her as it was for me. Again, like she could read every thought in my head, she said, “You are quite good at that. I’m not sure what I escort bursa expected, but you blew past it.”

I blushed again, then said, “Well, I just kind of went with how I felt and put everything into the kiss. I’ve never felt that way before though so I’m still trying to process it myself.”

She chuckled lightly and moved her hands to my waist. Clearly there was something in the way she was looking at me that I didn’t understand, because she said, “You don’t have to do anything you aren’t comfortable with. I really enjoy spending time with you and I’d like it if we could spent more time together.”

“Um … I’m comfortable, just uncertain of my next move. I’d like to spend more time with you too, but unfortunately, my vacation is being cut short. Like really short. I’m checking out tomorrow afternoon.” I said.

“Wow. Um, well, where do you live on a regular basis?” She asked, clearly disappointed with the idea of my departure.

“I typically live in New York.” I said as I began to put space between us. I wasn’t sure why, but I felt that I should. I let go of her waist and turned to look at the ocean.

Victoria came up behind me and placed her hands on the small of my back, rubbing in small circles. I wasn’t sure if she were trying to calm me or herself, but she said, “I live in New Jersey. It’s not that bad a distance.”

I turned unsure if I’d heard her correctly, “You want to see me when you get back home?” I asked.

“Yes, of course I do. I really feel a connection to you, Sammie. I see no reason why we shouldn’t try to figure out what it is that’s between us. Unless you have an objection.”

“NO! I mean, of course I don’t. It’s just … Well, my life there isn’t exactly normal. I’m not in a 9 to 5 career as you can imagine. I spend great deals of time secluded because I can’t really write any other way. Then there’s the book tours and all the fans. I don’t hide from them, so they’re always around once I’m recognized.”

“Well, I have no issue with that. I’ve read many of your books and didn’t even realize it was you. You have such a small picture in each of your books, that I never really made the connection. I understand you have a process and I’ll try my best not to invade your world more than you want, but I’m not going to walk away either.”

“I’m not asking you to, Victoria. I’m just trying to give you the chance to now before I open myself up to you.”

“I’m right here. Until something happens were I’m not or you no longer want me to be. Which ever comes first or never.”

I wrapped my arms around her and just hugged her for awhile. We stayed out for another half hour or so before we both admitted that sleep was more than bound to hit us. Walking her back to her room, I kissed her good night and said my goodbyes.

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The next day, we had brunch together and talked about each other more.

“Well, I own a event coordination business. I thought back yesterday after we met and I actually worked with one of your assistants for your 24th birthday party. I’m sure you don’t remember me, as I recall, you were involved with some man at the time. Or you seemed very cozy with him, at the least.” Victoria replied to my question about what she did in New Jersey.

I blushed feriously as I recalled exactly whom she was referring to. Caleb Fields, the broadway actor my parents had set me up with. See, I knew I was a lesbian, but very few people in my world do and those who know only know because I told them one night while I was extremely drunk. Anyway, Caleb and I had been an item until I found out he was also a member of the pride parade. I.e. He was gay and I walked in on him getting his ass rammed by some 6 foot Adonis looking god and thus our relationship only continued to keep of appearences.

Victoria cleared her throat bringing me out of the flashback to one of the many sad facts of my life. “Um … Yeah, sorry about that.” I said as I looked down.

“Sorry for what exactly? The man, drifting off just now or not remembering me?” She asked.

“All of the above actually.” I said looking back at her.

“Don’t be. For one, we didn’t know each other back then. Second, you didn’t hire me so I had no interaction with you and as such could not expect you to remember. Lastly, it’s none of my business who you see. You can date men if that’s your choice. I certainly wont judge you for it.” Victoria said as her hand covered mine.

I smiled and said, “That’s just the thing. I don’t date men. I mean, I do, but not because I want to. I feel nothing towards them and other than a few horrible instances that happened in college, I don’t sleep with them. Just … Well, not many people know that I’m …”

“A lesbian?” She said for me.

“Yes. A lesbian. People don’t know. People who work for me, people who admire me. My family, even those I consider close friends don’t know.” I said as I slid my hand from under hers and put them both in my lap.

The look on her face bursa escort bayan told me that she was surprised, but my actions. “I … You’re in the closet to everyone?” Victoria finally said.

“Yes, I am. This is what I was trying to explain to you. Look .. ” I broke off as my phone vibrated. It was the front desk informing me that I had an hour to get to the airport. I sighed and then looked back at her and said, “Look, I have to go. I don’t expect you to be okay trying to start a relationship with someone that’s as far in the closet as I am, but I guess you have a decision to make. I can’t tell you when I’ll come out, but what I do know is that I like you. That might be enough and if it’s not I guess this is goodbye.”

I stood up, paid for our meal and walked away. I made it back to my room without any sort of emotion showing, but once I was away from Victoria, I felt that a big part of who I wanted to be was left sitting at the table in the restaurant downstairs and I didn’t know if I’d get it back. Shaking the thought off, I packed my bags and headed for checkout.

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An hour later, I was seated in first class with my laptop in front of me once again writing. I had to do something to get my mind of Victoria and writing was the only way I knew how to completely ignore the world. A few hours later, I landed at JFK. My normal driver was there to meet me. He took me home where I got an hour of sleep before I was awoken by my phone ringing.

“Hello?” I said with my head still under the pillow, but I hit speaker button so I wouldn’t have to put the phone to my ear.

“Where the hell are you?” The voice screamed at me.

“Well, hello to you too, Carol. Me? Oh, I’m fine. The flight back early was quiet and I was able to knock out another three chapters for the new book.”

“Yeah, yeah. I told you that we had a meeting today and you just never showed up. So again I ask, where the hell are you?” My publisher said as her voice dropped considerably.

“Me? I’m at home. In my bed just minding my own business trying to get some much needed sleep after a lousy couple of days on vacation.”

“Well, you need to pull yourself together, Sammie and get here now. We need to go over the itinerary. Your book reading tour starts tomorrow and you haven’t a clue where you’re going.”

“Fine. I’ll be there in no more than 45 minutes, okay?”

“Okay.” Carol ended the call and I rolled out of bed and got dressed.

Half an hour later, I was walking into Carol’s office. I sat across from her while she finished her call. She handed me a paper and it was the itinerary for the book tour. I was pleased with the various places that had requested me for the book reading and then I saw one that I dreaded. I was heading to New Jersey in two days. Normally, I wouldn’t care, but I had no clue if Victoria was back and I knew from past tours that my appearance would be broadcasted in just about every media form.

“What’s wrong?” Carol said as she looked at me once her call was done.

“Nothing. It’s nothing. Um … Is there anything else we need to discuss other than this?” I asked as I held up the itinerary.

“No. That’s really it. Just wanted to talk to you about when you thought the new book would be done.” Carol said with the concerned look still plastered on her face.

“I’m fine, really. Stop looking at me like that. As for the new book, that depends on how much time I can fit in writing in this schedule.” I said again motioning to the itinerary.

“Alright. I’ll just make sure you get your space when you aren’t really needed over the next couple of weeks.” Carol said and trying to relax her face as she saw whatever was on my mind, I didn’t want to talk about.

“Thanks. I only have a couple chapters left unless something hits me and I add a twist.” I said as I started to get up.

“Great. Sammie … You know that you can talk to me about whatever you want. I mean, yes, we’ve maintained a pretty professional only relationship, but my job is to not only make sure your books sell, but that you’re alright.” Carol said looking me dead in the eye.

“I appreciate that, but I’m okay keeping our relationship as is. If at any point that changes, I’ll let you know.” With nothing more than a nod from her, I walked out. I had to get home and pack. The next couple weeks would be hectic, but deep down I loved the craziness.

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Two weeks later, I was in Washington, D.C. at Barnes & Nobles. I had about five minute before I’d go up and do the Q and A part of the tour. I always got mostly the same questions, but I loved being able to answer my fans directly. Taking my seat at the chair on the small stage, I talked briefly with the fans already seated.

A couple minutes later, Carol came on stage and announced that the Q & A would begin. I started taking questions, most were about the upcoming book, a few were on my inspiration behind such a dramatic mystery series, but one question caught my attention. A woman in nearly the back stood up and asked, “What would you say to one of your fans if they said that they had the best time out with you and were sorry you left so upset before they had the opportunity to apologize?”

Lori rifled through Ada’s closet, humming along with the record as she slid the dresses along on their hangers with sharp efficient little snaps. Ada was almost sure the other woman– in her tight, trim little suits– must be so embarrassed by her wardrobe, which felt at best girlish and at worst, unforgivably plain. Lori stood for a moment, tapping her barefoot on the beige carpet, her expression resolute.

“This one.” She declared, pulling out a green dress with a fluffy gathered skirt and a little jacket that matched. Ada thought perhaps she had bought it for a friend’s wedding and hadn’t worn in since. Lori handed it to her and moved across the room to Ada’s dresser, with all the confidence of someone who had come to know the bedroom perfectly well in just the short amount of time that their Friday afternoons had become a little longer and lazier than a quick fumble in the kitchen or on the sofa. And sometimes, extended to days that weren’t the usual Friday of Lori’s Avon rounds at all, like today. And today was the first time they were all going to have dinner together: Ada, Lori, and Everett, who was to meet them at the restaurant when he got off work. So naturally, Lori had wanted to make sure Ada was dressed for a nice evening out, as if she knew without Ada telling her that she did not often dress up. Ada took the dress and laid it on the bed, smoothing the fabric, some kind of jacquard with a barely-there pattern of green ivy. It was a very nice dress, she probably could have worn it again some time other than that already half-forgotten wedding, but she was never sure when she had the occasion. She looked up and watched Lori open her top drawer and consider the contents with the same quick appraising movements as she had assessed the contents of the closet.

Ada’s face burned, watching Lori go through her lingerie drawer, running her perfect, red-polished fingers over all the underwear and bras. She wondered why she didn’t stop the other woman going briskly through her most intimate things but instead, she turned away, flustered She couldn’t stop Lori but she also couldn’t stand the idea of seeing her affronted by the mostly utilitarian contents of the drawer. She twisted her fingers in her apron, eyes squeezed shut. The fact that Lori had seen her panties– usually right before they were removed bursa escort from Ada’s person and tossed somewhere careless– plenty of times seemed to have escaped her in the moment.

“Put these on. I’ll help you with the clasps.” Lori deposited a heap of peach-colored satin on the bedspread, delicate things Ada had bought on a whim once but always seemed too fragile to wear. Ada stripped out of her day dress, wiggled out of her plain underthings and began to dress. The buckles on the garter belt– made of peach lace and blush-colored satin– jingled as she pulled the panties on and Lori cheekily reached to make sure they didn’t get caught up in the fabric, smoothing the ribbons along her thighs and laughing at Ada’s squeak when Lori goosed her.

“Come on, I’ll help you with the bra hooks.” Lori offered, though this fastening came with the brush of Lori’s lips across the back of Ada’s neck and the slope of her shoulder, manicured fingers following the spiral stitching until she could tease Ada’s nipples where they strained against the whisper-thin fabric. “You’re going to wear this again for me.” Lori decided, not satisfied until she drew a tiny moan from the woman in her arms.

The stockings were unworn, still wrapped in their packaging, the nylon slick between her fingers as she gathered them to pull them on. Lori chuckled and knelt down at her heels, and Ada felt her deft hands brush over her calves as the other woman gingerly straightened the sharp black seam of the stocking, tracing the accentuated shape of the leg beneath it with an admiring smile. Fingers skimming under the satin strap of the garter belt as she turned her head to kiss a bit of bare thigh between stocking and underwear just before the pale fabric of the slip hid Ada’s thighs from her teasing fingers and lips. The actual putting-on and zipping of the dress was relatively innocuous, though Lori’s hands lingered happily at Ada’s waist, her body pressed against Ada’s back.

“Nice lingerie suits you. We’ll have to get you some more.” Lori said. “Now sit.”

Ada, never able to deny Lori anything, sat on the end of the bed. Lori went to her vanity carefully balancing the curling iron on one of the vanity trays as she plugged it in to heat up, pausing to check her own lipstick and hair in the mirror before going back escort bursa to the bed. Lori sat down on the foot of the bed, hitching up her pencil skirt so she could tuck one stockinged foot under the other.

“Hands.” She ordered, eyes sparkling with delight as Ada presented her hands, palms down. Obedient despite her confusion about where this was going. Lori rattled around in her makeup case until she found a couple of bottles of nail polish, flipping them so she can read the colors before selecting a familiar rich red.

“Ripe Cherry, your favorite! Now, hold still.” She said, taking hold of Ada’s hands. Ada felt self-conscious of her practical, short nails in comparison to Lori’s, which were long manicured ovals in perfect blush-pink but as usual, Lori said nothing about it, just applying the bright red lacquer in quick, confident strokes with not a single bit of polish gone astray. “Hands down, make sure you don’t touch anything.” Lori said, leaning forward to kiss Ada on the lips. Hearing her lover squeak as Ada was forced to hold her arms out, stiff and frantic, so as to not smudge the polish despite the desperate desire to embrace Lori in return. Lori laughed softly, tipping Ada over onto the bed, stretching out on top of her, the warm weight of her body settling between Ada’s legs. “Don’t. Touch.” She reminded Ada, bowing her head to kiss the other woman’s neck and collarbones until Ada moaned, squirming beneath her.

“It’s a pity I’ve already dressed you.” Lori pouted. “I’d love to have you while you have to hold still and not touch.” Ada whined in frustration, her body aching for Lori’s touch as if they’d already not had sex after a perfunctory cup of coffee, twenty minutes after Lori arrived. But apparently, she wouldn’t be satisfied– it wouldn’t do to wrinkle her dress or run her stockings, she supposed. Lori sat up and then moved to help Ada, drawing her up by the wrists in a way that made Ada feel more like even more like a doll than she already did. Lori was back to rummaging around in her makeup case, humming as if nothing had transpired.

“You know the drill, darlin’. Close your eyes.” She said, taking Ada’s chin in one hand, the little jars and tubes of her sample kit clinking together.

Ada realized she’d never let Lori touch her face this much before. Just a cursory bursa escort bayan swipe of eye shadow to consider the color, the gentle swoop of the lipstick samples. But now she felt brushes move over her face, tracing shapes she never thought to pay attention to, delicate powders drifting across her skin, settling on her throat and her chest, to be gently smoothed into matte softness by a soft puff. The contrasting bite of Lori’s manicured fingers to hold her steady as she traced the cupid’s bow of Ada’s lips. Lori’s favorite shade for Ada: Ripe Cherry, shiny and brazen and tempting.

“Perfect!” The mattress squeaked as Lori bounced triumphantly to her feet, taking hold of Ada’s hands, guiding her to the vanity stool– which Lori had cleared of a stack of Everett’s work-shirts with a tutting noise.

“See? You look lovely. And you’re ever so fun to dress up.” She plucked all the pins out of Ada’s hair and gave it a cursory brush– which seems more like an excuse to just stroke her hair– and then begins to make shiny dust-colored curls with the curling iron. Ada watched her in the mirror, her lover’s face a mask of concentration as she ran her fingers through her hair seeming to know exactly which way to roll the curls so they wouldn’t be messy. Knowing just the right amount of hairspray to add. Ada studied her own face, finding herself not too heavily made up for all the time Lori had spent in doing her face. That was good, she didn’t look quite charming if she was as made-up as Lori liked to be. Not that Ada could ever think of her as looking any other way. But Ada thought Lori had made her look quite presentable without over-doing it. Her face looked smooth, her eyes bright, and the Ripe Cherry lipstick was bright and inviting.

“Can’t stop looking, can you?” Lori grinned, dazzling in the vanity mirror. “I told you that red looked good on you.” She finished the curl and then set it gently tumbling, warm and sleek, over Ada’s shoulder. “It wouldn’t kill you to get dressed up once in a while, just for fun. Why, I could even come over and dress you up more often! It’s great fun. Oh! We should go shopping together one of these days, don’t you think? You really should spoil yourself more.” She leaned over and kissed Ada’s powdered cheek– lightly, so as not to leave a smudge. She unplugged the curling iron and checked the delicate gold wristwatch on her arm.

“Oh gosh! I think we got a little bit carried away. Quick! Shoes on, I’ll get our coats. Everett is going to be furious with us if he has to wait outside in the cold and we’re late!”

All was quiet at the Sinn Detective Agency. They say that the Devil makes work for idle hands, and while I would not say that our hands were idle, there are those who would argue that they were about the Devil’s work.

But the fact was that after that wonderful first session as a threesome, Pixie, Mel and I settled down very nicely indeed. It was clear that Pixie’s submissive tendencies were taken care of in such an arrangement, and to my own surprise, I found that I knew what she wanted before she told me. Mel, who was an utter delight, simply took on a bossy role with Pixie, and treated her as though she was, at times, just an errant naughty girl. As this aroused all three of us, and as Mel and I loved making love, it became axiomatic that the ‘Sinn Girls’ were a threesome.

Miss Sinn, who was perfectly aware of what was going on, commented only as and when she felt the compulsion to. She was, as the rest of us were, still high on the success of our last case, and the Number 1 Lesbian Detective Agency was motoring.

But, being an observant creature, I noticed that Miss Sinn was retiring to her office with increasing frequency, declaring that she would do some online shopping. I had at first imagined groceries or maybe some clothing. But when she had then announced she was going out for coffee up past the Barbican Center, I was puzzled. None of us were invited, and it seemed a long way to go just for coffee.

But I had, on our last case, learnt enough about computer spying form Nerdy Ash to know how to get past her computer security and work out the reason why. It appeared Miss Sinn was an aficionado of the Women’s Erotic Emporium, whose directions I discovered online included the instruction to enter via the coffee shop.

This aroused all our interest, and as her PA, Pixie asked several times whether she could ‘be of assistance.’ Miss Sinn told her to stop bugging her and just get on with the paper work. Pixie being Pixie followed Miss Sinn’s instructions literally. Being an old fashioned girl, that meant hard copy, and so every morning she brought the Guardian to work and regaled Mel and I, with the manifold injustices inflicted upon the lesbian community in the UK. This had an unexpected by-product.

The Guardian actually led Miss Sinn to take Mel under her wing, so to speak. Pixie was, approvingly, quoting an article about the lack of gender and sexuality diversity in the police and security services, and insisting something should be done about it. She had brushed over the point the article made that the current head of the London Metropolitan Police was a lesbian.

Mel interrupted her in her full liberal flight, “I don’t think you have thought this through baby.”

“Why ever not,” Pixie responded, looking puzzled at her liberal certainty being questioned.

“Well baby we are the Number 1 Lesbian detective agency,” Mel pointed out.

“Indeed we are Mel. I am delighted that we have cum to be the market leader in Lesbian detective services,” Miss Sinn added with considerable pride.

“Well,” Mel continued, “It is simple retail. If the police and security services recruit additional fine lesbian officers, then they will solve our cases, and we will lose market share, baby.”

The surprise on Pixie and my faces contrasted with the look of delight on Miss Sinn’s face, and she happily added, “At last, someone who understands the lesbian business model, Mel darling we need to talk further,”

And with that Miss Sinn escorted Mel into her office and the door slammed shut. Whatever happened when the so called lesbian business model was discussed left Mel looking somewhat flustered when she emerged an hour later. But the smile on her face told its own story, as did the tell-tale red-cheeks. It was clear that Mel and Miss Sinn understood each other.

We discovered, however, that Pixie, for all her liberal sympathies, was a great Royalist. She excused herself by saying she fancied Kate Middleton something rotten. She said she had actually applied to be a Lady-in-Waiting, but had been unwilling to wait quite long enough, whatever that meant; she could be quite gnomic at times.

Thus it was, Guardian hidden, Pixie, Mel and I snuggled together on a couch in the Detective agency and watched the Royal Wedding. Miss Sinn didn’t join us, insisting on braving the crowds and heading out for a coffee.

When she returned she was carrying a brown unidentifiable box that the suspicious amongst us, all right me then, deduced came from Women’s Erotic Emporium

I couldn’t help but ask, and she replied, “Just supplies bursa escort for the weekend Annie. I have a date.”

“Oh cool, which night?” Mel asked.

“All fucking weekend I hope, Mel darling,” Miss Sinn replied.

“So why do you need supplies,” Mel innocently added.

“She likes something a little bigger,” Miss Sinn relied.

The thought of something bigger led the petite Pixie’s eyes to water, but I couldn’t restrain a giggle and an obviously puzzled Mel asked us both, “Whatever does that mean.”

“Fucking large strappy for the fucking weekend, Mel,” I replied stating what I though was pretty obvious.

However long Miss Sinn’s date lasted that weekend, I think Mel, Pixie and I lasted longer. Since we had got together on the night we solved that last case, we had been inseparable in and out of the office. Pixie happily put both of us up at her house, and was happy to spend the day insisting we spend touristing so long as we spent the nights fucking. We were living in Sinn and quickly becoming aware something rather special was brewing between us.

Then on the Monday following the Royal Wedding, the Sinn world changed.

It was an inauspicious beginning though. Discarding her beloved Guardian, which ignored the Royal Wedding, for the Telegraph, Pixie was regaling us with pictures of the Royal Wedding, which we enjoyed reading about, and pictures of the Duchess of Cambridge, which Pixie was cutting out for her seventh scrapbook.

Mel and I smiled at each other; did she, we both wondered, realise how adorable she could be at times?

Then Pixie informed us of an even funnier article. Seems that everyone was so busy with the wedding that someone had managed to sneak into the National Gallery unobserved and lifted a painting off the wall.

“God who needs the UK police force,” Pixie added, “It appears they have absolutely nothing to go on.”

The words were no longer out of Pixie’s mouth than the front door swung open and a woman entered the Agency. While I obviously didn’t know who she was, it was clear that she was high up in the police as she was wearing the full regalia of a senior policeman, or more accurately policewoman.

But Pixie did clearly know who she was.

“Ah, Commissioner Dick,” she stuttered, “welcome, shall I tell Miss Sinn you have entered?”

I couldn’t stifle the giggle at the name Dick, which was totally infectious as Mel giggled too.

Commissioner Dick stared at us long and hard, which caused another round of giggles as I thought of the words hard and dick in the same sentence, and then she turned to Pixie, and ordered, “Miss Sinn, now.”

And so Commissioner Dick was shown into Miss Sinn’s office and the door was firmly closed as the lesbian head of the UK Police service spoke to the lesbian head of the Sinn detective agency.

Pixie first explained that our visitor was Cressida Dick the first lesbian head of the metropolitan police. Of course I found it hard to believe that a lesbian called Dick could be head of police, but a quick Google search confirmed that it was literally true.

And while I couldn’t wipe the smile of my face at the humorous possibilities, Mel, Pixie and I spent the next half hour speculating as to what was going on inside Miss Sinn’s office. I said it was “hard” to see what was going on, which made Mel collapse in giggles again.

But nothing that crossed our minds matched what would be the reality of Miss Sinn’s first introduction to Dick.

Finally, after Miss Sinn’s door opened, they both emerged, Miss Sinn somewhat flustered from whatever had occurred with Commissioner Dick.

And then after Commissioner Dick bade Miss Sinn goodbye, she walked past Pixie’s desk as she headed for the front door. She smiled at us three and said, “Ah, Miss Annie, Miss Mel and Pixieslut. Have a good afternoon.”

We all looked stunned and while we still recovering from the shock of her knowing our pet nick-names that we thought no-one knew, the head of the United Kingdom Police Force added, “One of the advantages of being Police Commissioner is that you can know everything about everyone.”

She paused significantly and slyly added. “The Australian Federal Police tell me that your parents are well Annie, though your father is worried about impact this week’s rain in Sydney is having on his spring vegetable garden.”

Ms. Dick paused again letting the impact of those word settle before continuing, “And Mel the Royal Canadian Mounted Police tell me that your nieces are doing fine without you, except the older one has an bursa escort bayan early winter cold.”

Having impressed on us colonials the wisdom of not expecting to keep secrets from her, she fixed Pixie with a knowing look and added, “I hope your recent separation from Sarah isn’t weighing too heavily on you.”

In the stunned silence of the Number 1 Lesbian Detective Agency, it was Miss Sinn who recovered her wits first, responding, “I think we have just found out what the saying an iron fist inside a velvet glove means, Commissioner.”

Ms. Dick smiled, acknowledging the wisdom in Miss Sinn’s remarks. and then looked me directly in the eye and added, “I am glad we all understand each other. But finally Annie should you ever feel the need to write, remember to limit yourself to two jokes about my name and try to make them original.”

“Not like, Commissioner Dick cocks up and shafts another case, which cums to naught with the erection of penile evidence from turgid members of the public,” I observed.

“God that was convoluted Annie. But yes not like that.”

And with that the first lesbian leader of the United Kingdom Police Force was out the door, and shell shocked doesn’t even begin to describe the feelings of the Sinn detectives.

“We have a case Ladies,” Miss Sinn said after a while, “But I need to clear my head.”

“Then we should have lunch first,” Mel replied, “I saw is a lovely pub down by the Thames called the Swan’s Neck.”

Pixie looked really surprised at the choice of pub, but as no-one had a better idea the four of us went down to the river to find that the menu had an Olde England Elizabethan flavour to it.

“We will discuss how we progress the case after we have ordered,” Miss Sinn stated and four pair of eyes descended to the menus.

“I think I will have the Merchant of Venison,” Miss Sinn quickly concluded, bringing a look from Pixie and I at twee names used to describe the food.

“I will have the Much Ado About Nothing, it’s the vegetarian special” Mel added.

And Pixie and I who frequently seemed to think alike decided on fish and ordered the Midsummer’s Night’s bream.

“Should we have beer or wine,” Miss Sinn then asked.

Pixie and I locked eyes and while nothing was said we both knew it was game on.

“Beer maybe. Either King Bear, or perhaps a Winter’s Ale,” I said with a superior look and a giggle.

“I can top that,” Pixie countered, and then she did, “Perhaps the Two Gentlemen of Corona,”

“Thanks to you two,” Miss Sinn responded with an exasperated air, which it turned out was just an act, “Now is the Winter of my Discontent. So we will have a bottle of fucking Sauvignon Blanc, served Measure by Measure.”

“That was very funny, Miss Sinn,” Mel observed, obviously crawling up her arse, “Not like the Comedy of Errors from the other two.”

Pixie and I exchanged looks, in part looks of surprise and in part a determination to put our heads together and out banter the other two.

But we were distracted from that challenge when Mel added, “I wonder what the first Queen Elizabeth would actually have eaten.”

“She never married,” Miss Sinn replied, “So I am guessing pussy.”

A deep red blush covered Pixie’s face which was a complete surprise, and I gazed at her wondering why the possibility that first Queen Elizabeth may have been a lesbian had embarrassed Pixie.

After our food was served, Miss Sinn said, “The case is about the missing painting, the police hate being a laughing stock and contrary to newspaper reports they do have one clue.”

She extracted a photo from her hand bag and placed it on the table. It was a photo of two young women, obviously twins about twenty or so.

“Now,” Miss Sinn continued, “These two were photographed loitering outside the National Gallery, seemingly just waiting. The police officially don’t know who they are, but the Commissioner tells me their names are Nikita and Natasha, also known as Nik Nak.”

“How does she know that?” Pixie asked.

“It was,” Miss Sinn replied, “The first time I have ever seen a police commissioner blush, so the less said about that the better. The additional details I got was that these two are lesbians who like unusual play, in one case quite unusual. Nak seems to like to watch Tinkerbell movies and play with stuffed animals, usually when dressed in princess t-shirts and cute little knickers. And sometimes she has been known to involve escorts in her play.”

“Oh,” said Mel looking surprisingly interested.

“Yes,” bursa merkez escort continued Miss Sinn, “I suspect that the embarrassment is because Ms Dick knows someone who has similar tastes.”

“That isn’t much to go on and why us,” Pixie observed.

“Why us, is that the Commissioner wants to use unofficial channels. But there is one other thing, Commissioner Dick thinks that the twins have two older sisters. No confirmed evidence but she advised me to keep that in mind.”

“So we need to find four sisters and work out whether the older two nicked the painting,” I said summarising.

“Indeed Annie,” Miss Sinn replied, “Ideas ladies. How do we find out more about these sisters?”

“Well,” I said, “I could put out feelers to my friends in the escort trade.”

“And I will get a deep dive into social media,” Pixie added.

“And I could check out local littlies sites,” Mel said slightly wistfully.

And having settled on a plan, while none of us needed pudding, we decided on a little Turkish Delight to end our meal. It was delicious, but Pixie’s blush returned with a vengeance, when I innocently asked, “I wonder whether Queen Elizabeth the First actually ever had the delight of eating something that was sent from Turkey.”

God knows why Pixie blushed again. But she was even cuter when she blushed, and Mel and I winked at each other.

Miss Sinn announced she had “business” to transact. We took a similar view, but decided to divert back to Pixie’s place to rest after lunch.

“What was all that blushing about, Pixie?” I asked.

“Just that I have written a story about Elizabeth I and lesbianism,” Pixie stammered.

Mel smiled.

“Well, little Pixie, I bet that made you wet writing it.”

Pixie nodded, and Mel continued, “As it happens I am feeling wet, so what are you going to do about it?”

Pixie dropped to her knees.

Going behind Mel, I unzipped her dress, helping it down her slender frame. Unhooking her bra, I played with her wonderful full, firm breasts. Her nipples were already hard. Given that Pixie had already pushed her panties aside and begun to lick her cunt, this was not surprising.

“Good girl,” Mel gasped, as she coped with the twin distractions of Pixie’s tongue and my fingers. She pulled Pixie into her, using her pigtails to get proper purchase. Pixie was in seventh heaven, licking away. The slurping sound and the sight of her like that, made me wet. There was only one thing for it.

“Pixieslut, lick me too.”

Mel and I sat next to each other, our dresses off, our panties down, and Pixie went between us, licking each of us in turn.

She was so responsive it was amazing. If I told her to lick Mel hard, she did, and she would do the same to me a second later, when that command came.

I leaned over to kiss Mel. She tasted good. Our tongues entwined as Pixie’s tongue engaged with us both, lapping from one to the other. I felt Mel’s nipples, and could not resist leaning in and sucking them – hard. The harder I sucked, the more Mel moaned. The more Mel moaned, the more Pixieslut sucked her.

“Oh fuck,” Mel moaned, “fuck, such a good girl Pixie.”

Pixie’s tongue was deep in her cunt, and I could hear her sucking on Mel’s clit. I felt amazingly horny. Mel, catching on, began to rub my cunt when Pixie was not licking it.

“Fuck,” I heard myself say, as though from a distance, high on the twin sensations of Pixie’s mouth and Mel’s fingers.

Then it happened.

“I can’t stop, fuck!” Mel screamed and, drenching Pixie’s face, came, spraying her.

The sight of Pixie’s face fripping with Mel’s cunt cream set off my orgasm, as Mel skilfully fingered me to my own climax.

“Fuck, oh fucking fuck,” I moaned loudly.

Somehow, Pixie managed to be there to catch my cunt juices, sucking them as I came.

Mel and I held on to one another, kissing, feeling elated and with our orgasms still rippling through us.

Pixie would need to change before returning to the office, our girl goo had coated not only her sweet face, but dripped onto her blouse, making it so transparent that we could see her titlets as well as her pokies. I pulled her up and kissed her, tasting myself and Mel. Mel did the same.

“We love our Pixieslut,” I gasped.

“Yes, baby, we love you,” Mel agreed, her voice shaking with passion.

We looked at each other.

“She is such a good girl,” Mel averred. I agreed.

Pixie, her face wet but happy, looked at us both with a huge smile.

“I take it I am still not allowed to cum before Friday night?” she asked.

I nodded and Mel laughed.

“You know you like it that way, baby.”

Pixie nodded and kissed Mel, then she kissed me.

“Now, Miss Annie, Miss Mel, your Pixieslut better clean herself up, as we have work to do.”

And so we did.

I settled myself on the sofa in Sarah’s room. I was beginning to wonder why I had booked a room for myself? Thus far I had not spent either of the two nights I had been at the hotel in it. I reflected that it was as well that Anne had taken a suite, as she would need a large bed to accommodate her, Emily and my friend Emm. I wondered what they were doing? Emm was no doubt on her knees tasting their delights, but I could not help wonder about the idea of training Emm. She was headstrong, rich, and confident, and whilst she had expressed an interest in being totally submissive, I did wonder how that desire would survive contact with the reality?

Even as I was pondering such erotic dilemmas, my attention was caught by Sarah. I had admired her presenting style for years, and it had been a thrill to finally meet her. Finding her in flagrante delicto with Emm had shown me not only more of her than I thought I would ever see. It had also told me that she was a lesbian. She had been interested enough in me to bring me back to her room, which was an unexpected delight. But I did wonder what would have happened had Emm been available?

Sarah had taken advantage of the bathroom to remove her top and her skirt, revealing her beautiful pert breasts (34B was my guess), and, jutting out from her loins, a purple feeldoe. Her nipples were engorged, turning slightly upward, their tips delightfully full. If I did not actually lick my lips, I did so metaphorically. There was not much metaphorical about what was sticking out and coming toward me. Instinct took over, escort bayan and I dropped to my knees.

She smiled.

‘I knew you were a good girl Pixie. I want your sweet little body. Suck my girl cock darling, I want it nice and wet before I fuck you hard with it.’

That’s the thing about radio presenters, they have such a way with words: economical, to the point, and when necessary, graphic. I looked up, and smiled.

‘Seems as good a reason as a girl could want to suck a cock.’

With that, I opened my mouth, taking as much of the tip of the girth of the purple girl cock into me. My lips wrapped round it, and I looked up at her as I began to circle it with my tongue. My mouth sucked on the tip, and I slid it further in, lashing it with my tongue. I grabbed her ass to gain extra leverage. Her ass cheeks were wonderfully firm and soft at the same time. I loved the way it felt as my hands kneaded it; it moved in the most delightful way under my grip. I slid my finger down her ass-crack. She moaned.

I am not the greatest fan of cocks; I have to admit. I have never quite understood why so many of my fellow lesbians seem to need them; maybe it is just what they usually come attached to that some women dislike? For me, it is the softness of another woman’s skin, the sweetness of her taste, and the desire to see how she differs from me, but what we have in common, which governs my passion. But if Sarah was excited by the thought of my sucking her cock, then I would go to it with enthusiasm, and a lot of noise. That seemed görükle escort to do it.

She moaned as my tongue made slurping sounds as it lashed around the plastic cock.

I sucked hard, again, ensuring that I made as much noise as possible. I gripped her bum. My goodness, it was such a peach of a bottom, and my hands caressed and squeezed it. I was seized with the desire to bury my face into it. But Sarah had other ideas.

One of the delights of being so petite, is that if I get lucky, my lover will realise, in her passion, that she can physically lift me, and this moment of epiphany had arrived for Sarah. I felt her hands go under my arms, and then the thrill of her lifting me up, carrying me to the bed and depositing me on it. As she came to the bed, my thumbs slipped into the waistband of my panties, pulling them off. My legs went up and open, wanting her to have the fullest access to me. She obliged.

The wanton act of opening myself in such a lewd manner to her meant she needed no further lubrication to access the heart of my wetness. As she lay upon me, holding herself up with her elbows as she kissed me, her breasts pressed into mine, our taut nipples rubbing together, as she entered me. I moaned, loudly. As she pressed in, deeper, my pussy felt stretched, and full, she was almost hitting my cervix. My legs wrapped round her as far as that was possible, and I lay back and let myself be taken.

Sarah was a vigorous lover. Her hands gripped my bum, making me angle myself where her bursa elit escort girl cock could achieve maximum penetration. One of the disadvantages of my size was that other parts of me were equally diminutive, and to be honest, there was a limit to what I could take by way of cock, but she seemed to know, intuitively, how to fill me. I groaned at the sense of being plugged by her. I could feel my rosebud being lubricated by the excess my pussy was generating.

It was part of her skill as a lover that her fingers followed my flow, skilfully probing me there, slowly opening me up, allowing my own pussy juice to make me wet enough for her fingers to penetrate. This was not a normal part of my love-play, and it was a sign of how aroused I was that all I did was to press back onto her questing finger, roaming and grunting.

As she pushed and pressed and I moaned, there came to me the sense that she was also quite near. The tightness of my pussy was rubbing the bulb against her pussy walls and causing her to moan in time with me. I felt her thighs begin to stiffen, even as I felt my own grow taut. Then the world exploded.

I had never believed the parallel, often used by writers, of fireworks going off as a way of expressing how an orgasm feels; but at that moment I discovered its truth. As Sarah’s juices mingled with mine, and her finger teased my ass, my own pussy clenched the feeldoe, and I gripped it like I never wanted to let go. That triggered her even more, and she shouted ‘fuck’ into my mouth, as she came, wave after wave passing through her. In turn, that set me off, and a tsunami of wetness and lust overwhelmed us both. If we were lost out in night’s vast ocean, it was together on the last life-raft. We floated into the morning hours together, bound by something so deep and primal that it would mark us forever.