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Painting by Steve Hanks Rêves humides Des tes bras qui m’enserrent, Et qui m’emmènent Vers le ciel étoilé de Tes yeux emplis de désir.
Painting by Arthur Braginsky A Shabbat evening Near the Lake of Geneva Life is so peaceful. Sarit plays with her cat, My soul flies over the lake.
Keep an eye out for this lady, she might do some book covers for me, if she is interested. 😀
Now, click on this and be entertained!
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So far, I am convinced the world of the kitchen today is trying to perform some kind of twisted sense of humor.
In making a sandwich, A touch of mayonnaise, havarti cheese, mushrooms, sliced crimini mushrooms. Then powdered garlic, and a sprinkle of crushed red chili pepper.
Well, that was the plan. It all went well until the chili-pepper.
The dry pepper in a jar just takes a light shake. Instead of a pinch? I probably put two-tablespoons on the sandwich.
UGH! Shake it off- carefully. And I ate it down anyway. THIS was a sinus-clearing event.
and now, I know for sure it is not an anxiety/panic attack, but my tummy is asking me “WTF did you swallow? A bbq ember? Wow!”
Ugh, Refusal to back down, hard-headed “I refuse to let it ruin my meal.” attitude.
So now I sit here perspiring more than if I just sat in the sun after a hot shower.
To quote a famous cat. Pffttthhp.
I can even fail at making a lunch.
But I did finish making the frozen dog-treats. Greek Yogurt, (Local “raw”) honey, banana, peanut butter that are now in the freezer. I just tried really hard to make a mess. One of the containers had a hole in it from a dog-tooth, so it leaked all over the counter. *Sigh* but that was the only fail. Messy enough. At least when breaking up larger frozen “Cubes” of the dog treat, I didn’t slice a finger.
Not that I didn’t try. heh.
I did get a half-dozen shots in with the bow, hit the milk-cap twice. I’m trying to get focused again.
On a related “Focused” note. Keep an eye on this (and a few others! PoffPublishing and Rarity for two.). blog for announcements of an anthology of Horror scheduled now for (NO later than) 1 October 2016. Originally scheduled for 2015, but all of us have fallen behind and with my own rough patch coming up (Mama Dash with Multiple Myeloma- a bone cancer and Sister Sledgehammer [the “Dash it ALL” attitude. Do not @#$! with her, she will hurt you.] with hardware being taken out of her body to the tune of about a half-pound of steel. PLUS a discovery that the previous surgeries failed to reattach a TFL muscle back to the hip. Papa Dash trying to crash and burn in front of the nurses the day of his surgery. ) I don’t see me doing much in a full-fledged assembly of a story, even if we have a team of us authors.
Speaking of which?
Anyone who wants to be part of an anthology of a horror novel scheduled for a Halloween 2016 season release. We have some openings. We are shooting for a 50-60,000 word novel. No more than 100k words total. At that point, our short-story size begin to shrink.
So, shoot me a note. We can chat.
Assistant cook and chief bottle washer.
Oh and just promoted from journeyman baiter to master. So all is good there. (think about it and you’re allowed to giggle)
Married By Accident Chapter 33. I Smile Because You Are My Wife, I Laugh Because I Am Your Husband
‟Tom! This. I mean you… I am… We did… Unprotected!” Barbara paced the length of the jet, laughing hysterically holding her hands to her face. ‟I don’t know what I was thinking. I don’t want to bomb my body with a morning-after pill. But, one does not get knocked-up with one time unsafe sex.”
She tried to make herself relax.
‟It can happen,” Tom said with a smirk. “And if you can’t do that, if it happens, we could consider adoption or something.”
‟Tom, it is my decision. A deeply personal decision! No one gets to tell me what my choice will be.” Barbara stood for a moment. ‟I’m sorry. It is a frightening concept and, like you said, complicates matters.”
‟Well, I think you are jumping the gun a little. I have, and I always will, support your choices. First, you are my friend. I know I am not the first choice and we did do the deed and you had other plans. I accepted that fully, weeks ago.” Tom stood behind her and slid his arms around her nude body, holding her back against his chest.
‟I hoped you would stay, but I will help you find your own life. I am old and I have a life of stories.” He said as she turned around in his arms and buried her face into his chest. “You need to build your own story, chapter by chapter. Child by child when you get there. For now, you make me smile and you are my muse.”
Tom chuckled when he was struck by a thought.
“You make me smile, because you are a precious gem, and you are a treasure that anyone would crawl over broken glass to have in their life.” He smiled. “But I laugh because I am your husband and you cannot do much about it just now.”
This made the tears that were welling up in her eyes turn into laughter.
‟Tom. You are the funniest man I know. I wanted an engagement ring from Glenn, ever since we were kids and you help me do that.”
‟Keeping you happy is my mandate.” Tom smiled. “I cannot keep you here and have you in misery. If I help you go, maybe you will return with all I have to offer.”
Sliding her arms around him, she pressed her breasts against his chest and kissed him.
‟Do not make me love you. You’d make me feel bad for all that has happened. But I promised…” Barbara smiled softly.
‟Yes. The promise.” He smiled back, but it was a smile that did not reach in his eyes.
‟Don’t interrupt. That is rude and will make me mad. But yes. I would like to get married and remember it.”
‟I understand.”Tom said as he laughed softly. ‟And we have had a good time this last month.”
“It is the weirdest time I’ve ever had.” Barbara whispered.
It had been one summer to remember. She had seen both the good and bad sides of people. It was as if her life was some grand illusion written by someone with only a one-dimensional imagination. A perfect storm of adventures and perverts. Days with drugs…
A thought occurred.
What if this were all a dream? She was still in early June, after being attacked and then beat the crap out of the serial rapist, wanted on at least ten different crimes.
‟No.” She said it into the hollow of Tom’s neck.
‟No? No what?” Tom sounded worried. ‟You have not had a good time?”
‟Oh yes. I said a thought out-loud. There was a moment where I thought this might all be a drug dream from the first night, or someone was just writing my life on a word processor.” She shook her head. “Like I am in control, but he or she makes my words come out.”
‟Now you’re inspired by something. As a writer, I know how the thoughts might come. Maybe I have written about you and you are just…”
‟Tom, do not trivialize my moment of insanity. Please.” She bit his chest lightly. ‟You did not write me into existence like some Twilight Zone movie.
‟Funny that you know about that show.” Tom chided. “You are older than you look.”
‟I study all the time. I like to get to know my husbands.” She wiped her nose on his chest and laughed at his reaction.
‟How many husbands have you had?” He looked down. “Brat.”
‟Are we going to do pillow talk standing up or would you like to cuddle?”
Taking by the hand, she pulled him to their bed and pushed him down.
He smiled, she had opened up to him more in those few moments than she had in the weeks of his hospitalization.
‟Well, I don’t know about you,” Tom said quietly, laying on his back with Barbara laying on top of him, gazing into his eyes. ‟But I appreciate the author of your life putting you on my chest. This is nice.”
‟I don’t know. Maybe they would put this all into a book- a series even.” She laughed. “I could bang you until we made the coastal cities complain, we could be a porn movie.”
‟Naw, I couldn’t take that. I’m depressed enough that you want an annulment to go marry someone else. Keeping this going as a series? We’d have to roll the clock back and live an hour-by-hour book.”
‟That would be a long time.” She nodded.
‟Okay. So let’s put that fantastic fantasy away and live what life we have left together. To use the story-writer vernacular, when you leave, I’ll close this chapter and move on into the world.” Tom followed her thoughts and wrote the story in his mind, letting his mind think out loud. “I was only going to live on the west coast for the summer anyway, then the speech at Doctor Manga’s installation. I might stay there for a few months. I have a few book-signings to do there for the next installation of Steamland.”
‟Next? How many are there?” She smiled. The first time she heard of the sequels.
‟Five as of this summer. The movie is from book-three. ‟Steamland: Heat”. And it violates more Steam-punk rules than it follows.”
‟Yeah, I have wanted to ask you about that. No Victorian-Age, you used Rome as the base for your civilization.”
‟Well, book-one started with Heron of Alexandria improving on Ctesibius’ inventions, that were already two-hundred years in development.”
‟Heron and who?”
‟Read the books.” Tom laughed, the force of the humor bouncing her up on down on his chest where she used him as a body-pillow.
‟Human technology was so close to having steam-power thousands of years ago, it is not funny, really.” Tom winked.
“Missed the steam age by that much.” Tom held up his thumb and forefinger so that little more than a finger’s width showed. ‟No telling where we would be if someone built steam trains or such back then. Christ could have traveled the lands of Nazareth in an airliner.”
‟Tom, you’ve an imagination like no other.” Barbara said smiling widely. ‟You are my muse in your own way. When you were in the hospital, I did a lot of drawing. I have much more to do, I have the itch and you are all in me, making me need to draw.”
‟I enjoy being in you.” Came the lecherous remark.
‟What? OH! Tom, I’m being serious.”
He stroked her back with his good hand, the splinted and wrapped wounded-arm carefully placed on the pillow beside them.
‟I’m just being honest.” He smiled. ‟Besides, not to move too far off the subject, but, we have to do a paper-chase to get the filings done. You need to head home to go be with Glenn.”
‟I get the feeling you are pushing me away.” Barbara said.
Feeling suddenly unhappy, selfish, even a little unwanted. She sat back, dismounted Tom and started to get dressed.
‟I think I want to get dressed. You said you would be able to fly with your arm?”
‟Yes. I have feeling, the fingers are pink, I have a good pulse. I have taken my medications and we have redressed the injuries.” He ticked off the laundry list of things. “I have no numbness. I can type, slowly or hand write on the screens. I have multiple tablets I use for that. I cursive write on the screens all the time.”
‟It is my form of entertainment. It tickles me to see the computer read and transfer it into text.”
‟So what are you saying?”
‟We can fly the Sea Dragon there. No waiting.”
‟Oh. Okay. I will have to think about that.”
‟Why?” Tom got serious as he pulled on black jeans and a black polo-shirt that had a sleeve removed to accept his bandaged arm. ‟We can leave now and you are suddenly pulling back on going?”
‟Do you want to stay married to me or go be with Glenn?” Tom said gently and sat on the edge of the bed as Barbara pulled on her shoes.
‟Two things. I care a great deal for you, Glenn would have never tolerated my quirks.” She said. “He would have blamed me for the Professor. And Glenn likes to keep me stoned. Sex is great with him after we smoked a bowl full.”
‟When you can remember it.” Tom winked. “Or according to him?”
‟I remember! Most of the time…” Blushing slightly, but Tom got closer to the truth than he knew. ‟Second thing is… I have really come to adore you. No. I don’t want to do it, but I made a promise and I don’t want to wake up in bed with you and keep saying ‟If only” every so often.”
‟Do you say that now?” Tom sounded hurt.
‟Well, no. You have not given me the chance.” Barbara held his hand. ‟Don’t be hurt. I would come back and marry you if my fantasy fails.”
‟So I am the consolation prize?”
‟You weren’t any kind of prize. You are the kindest, bravest man I know to put up with me, my quirks and my promises.”
‟And the best friend you will ever have. I want to you go marry him. When you look out a window and see a jet fly by, think of me. When you have children, get them the Leonard Sea Dragon Series, and I’ll write about an artist in my Steamland books. I might even name her Barbara with a sister named… Oh damn…” Tom had the look of a man who forgot something important.
‟Yes! Sandy.” Tom laughed. ‟Sandy would not be overlooked in the stories if I put your name in it.”
‟She would like that.”
‟But that would be your connection with me as you write your own story in life’s book.” Tom said, serious again. ‟I have my own explores to do in the world.”
‟Tell me you would find someone to love?” Barbara said. ‟Please?”
‟No. I cannot promise that. I won’t be untruthful to you. I have been alone a long time, you were a surprise.” Tom said.
‟A pleasant, exciting, twisted, funny and chocolate-flavored,” He licked her lips. ‟Surprise.”
‟You are not upset?”
‟I am a little hurt, but I am not a teenager and life-is-over crushed.” Tom smiled softly. ‟I knew you didn’t want to be married and you could have had a divorce that next day, but you wanted it annulled instead. So, I am well prepared.”
‟We can fly now?”
‟Let’s file a flight plan, check with the crews to prepare the Dragon and we can leave in an hour.”
1.The Party Planner
Rose had prepared for the office Christmas party for months, now only days away, they were a bit short on funds. Taking donations, working with the social committee, the weather was turning cold and Halloween had passed. Much to the chagrin of one of the managers. Longer hair than what the company owner liked, Thaddeus Harrison “Teach” Harte was the owner of the copper hair that hung down to his shoulders was eye-catching no matter where he was. The Van Dyke facial hair and green eyes made him look like a refugee out of some novel of musketeers or pirates. His penchant for hats was well-known. Beret’s, an archer’s cap with a feather in it, a straw hat in summer. He was known to compete in archery and had the muscular build of an athlete that he was.
His green eyes made women that worked with him think of the naughty things that they whispered to each other during their coffee breaks.
The only complaint that any of them would talk about, his choice of clothing that was always black. But his work pants were always tailored properly and on jeans day he wore black, tight jeans that every woman enjoyed to watch as he took care of troubleshooting problems with printers and net connections that mysteriously cropped up for the women when he was so dressed. If he knew, he never let on that he was aware of the rules of the game.
Although he did seem to bend over a lot more and closer to desks for no reason when those days had arrived. Much to most of the women’s enjoyment – and some of the men, too.
Rose always found her eyes following him as she approached him with a printed sign to put on his office window for donations to the upcoming Christmas party.
“Teach, could you donate some money for the company party? Mr. Caleb has donated most of all we need, but we need some small things to decorate with. Mr. Caleb has paid for an open bar and the party room at the hotel, but nothing else.”
She noticed today he wore glasses instead of his contacts, behind his glasses his eyes crinkled a little in a smile.
“I have just the donation for you. Last week you know I competed in the year-end archery tourney and I came in third. The third-place prize was twenty-five hundred, cash. It is yours.”
“Oh my. Teach. I could not…”
“Take it. It puts me over some tax issues, so if I give it to a good cause, I can just deduct it. So I think a donation to our companies Drive For Kid’s Cures, I can do good on both ends.” Teach smiled. “I’ll talk to Mr. Caleb and have him use that money to buy decorations and such for good will of the community.”
“Thank you! You will get a special recognition for this.”
“Not necessary,” He chuckled. “just throw a good party.”
“Oh we will! We will!”
Weeks of planning and the day finally arrived only another hour before the half-day ended and the Christmas party started. The ginger musketeer brought in a bushel of mistletoe and was hanging it up everywhere. When asked where he got so much, he only replied.
“I climbed few trees.”
Doubting laughter followed when he described his adventures, until Tyree Hayburt showed photos on his cell phone of Teach climbing trees and harvesting the fresh mistletoe with a pole saw.
One woman, after she stared at the image for a moment, caused a commotion when she commented that he was up in a tree in just a t-shirt.
A few laughed at the misunderstanding. The t-shirt he wore was black, matching his pants, giving the impression he wore a black jump-suit. But his arms!
She commented that his arms made a woman dream what it would feel like to be in an embrace with such arms.
The phone made the rounds with the office women and Tyree did not get his phone back until the battery was screaming for mercy.
But Teach struck a handsome image. Fingerless gloves, standing in a tree with his feathered cap while he trimmed a large growth of mistletoe off an oak tree.
Many of the workers looked at him now as he stood on a ladder and taped, pinned, stapled the green plant all around the dance floor.
It appeared that he was intent on having kisses exchanged everywhere in the party.
Rose laughed at Teach’s personal mission and pointed out to him that he still had a large amount left over.
“Well, I do need to show care. Each sprig is worth a kiss, right?” Teach smiled conspiratorially. “So, I worry about overdosing the magic if I put up too much. I mean, a single sprig is worth a simple kiss. How much is small a branch worth? A passionate kiss? More? How much would a large branch be worth? It’s tradition, you know. This is why children are born in late August and into September.”
“It’s a good thing I brought some condoms in my purse.” She whispered back. Enjoying his shocked look and a touch of color to his ears as he turned away, laughing with embarrassment.
Rose cackled quietly to herself, catching the beautiful T. H. Harte in a bomb like that. But then, she had already had tipped the bottle in the kitchen with the Irish Coffee’s that MaryJo had made.
The best part of the day so far had been the drinks that Alice poured. Hot chocolate and peppermint schnapps with a cinnamon stick floating in it. Rose poured some Irish coffee into it and made a killer mocha that was making her feel happy. Extremely happy.
Looking at the clock. It was nearly noon, the party was due to start in a few minutes. The smell of lunch was wafting through the office, roast beef and ham, chicken and even a turkey roasted in the company kitchen.
Rose walked off, she had done the job she set to do. The party was starting and she had an Irish Snuggling Mocha calling her name.
3. To The Victor Go The Spoils
At noon, everyone filed in. It was a short walk to the hotel and those that had drinks and snacks all morning were already feeling the effects of such mid-winter cheer. There was Christmas in the air and no functional work, even the boss, Mr. Caleb, had not accomplished much, except to drink and mix drinks in the kitchen. Even as he lead the group across the hallway, he did not quite stand up straight. But he was still talking clearly, blaming his unsteadiness on his bad knee.
At the head of the tables, Caleb stood and spoke, giving out generous bonuses. A thousand dollars for every year of employment, a few joke gifts and then announced food, finally, was served.
The dance floor was lit and the music boomed, MaryJo walked up behind the office archer and pulled Teach (as she was slurring his nickname a bit) off his stool and out onto the dance floor. As they walked and swayed to the music, MaryJo noticed that “Teach” had an eyepatch on.
“Oh my god! What happened to your eye?” she leaned into him, pressing her barely contained breasts against his taut body while he snaked sinuous arms around her. More to hold her up than to dance with her.
“Nah. I walk into and out of lighted areas, this little flash dance area would blind me if I was to walk into a dark room for a drink. There is a show across the way with an stand-up comedian I might want to go see. Starts in an hour. I wouldn’t be dazzled in one eye this way, it’s an old pirate trick.”
“Mmmm…” A voice came in from behind them. “You can plunder my booty anytime, ginger-snap.” Rose had walked up behind the dancers and handed a drink to MaryJo.
MaryJo and He laughed.
“I think I need to go get another drink. The bartenders here make these drinks too weak.” MaryJo winked and walked off, one over-sexed divorced woman leaving him with another over-sexed divorced woman as the two double-teamed him.
Suddenly feeling like an endangered species, Teach Harte smiled and headed back to sit down at a a table where an electronic game of greedy-greedy could be played until the music ended.
Smiling as Rose sat with him, the waitress walked over and asked what they would like.
“Ron Abuelo Centuria, neat please. The bottle, too.”
“Sir, you do know that the bar is open, but it only covers well drinks.”
Slipping the barely dressed cocktail waitress two bills of paper money with Benjamin Franklin on the front, whispering to her “Keep the change.” She smiled widely and sashayed away to the bar.
Together they sat and talked. Starting with the office work before he leaned over to Rose and whispered to her ear.
“I am making a rule, no more shop-talk.”
Rose laughed softly and nodded. Looking down at the table that they sat at, a computer controlled dice game. Gaming levels listed on the display of:
[ ] G
[ ] PG
[ ] R
With one level listed as an extra cost to play:
[ ] X
“Which level would you like to play?” He asked as he slid his card through the reader, tapping in his identification number.
Rose looked over the game, not knowing how to play, she was not about to miss out on anything.
“Let’s go with X.” She said, here brown eyes twinkling in the strobe of the dance light.
Another voice behind them, “Can anyone sit here?” It was Robert Hershey with his very pretty wife, who wearing a naughty lady Santa outfit. Not quite slutty, but it danced along the edges of the term. When asked about it, Barbara would say “This is Sexy Elf, Slutty Elf did not come with a vest, only two bells to hang on each side.”
The game started with number of players and their names. The greedy-greedy seemed draw people like a magnet, a new style of game that had started in an online virtual world, had spread to real world with small changes. In this case, the numbers of the dice indicated the clothing that the players would bet. On the menu it showed a listing of “Slow”, “Medium”, “Fast” and “Waste No Time!”.
The game started and the holographic dice spun and indicated the score. In two rounds, the scores were showing that Robert was ahead and his wife was in a very distant last place.
Another roll and it was Teach’s turn, and it indicated to spin who the paired couple would be. The menu selected had no gender specifications. A spin and showed that Barbara had to give a deep kiss to MaryJo.
A gasp! Would they do it, the group got quiet for a moment, then Barbara stood up and stepped over to MaryJo and straddled her lap. The players were given a show of a serious, passionate kiss to MaryJo who slowly slid her hands over Barbara’s body, lightly playing with her breasts as the kiss drew on longer than a minute.
Buy the time that Barbara stood up, her nipples were visibly erect and she walked unsteadily to sit back next to her husband. Then it was Robert’s turn. His challenge was unhook Rose’s bra with one hand and leave the garment in place. Rose, blushing at this, stood and held Robert in an embrace that was sensual while she found his lips with hers. The kiss was slow and sensual, but for Robert it was an effort in an abject failure as he could never get the bra unhooked.
As the loser of the game-driven command, Robert had to remove his shirt. Slightly overweight, it was still obvious why Barbara found him attractive. He even had a tattoo of her name on his shoulder with the names of their children.
Turns became more sexy as others would join around them at other tables as they played on.
As the game wore on, Barbara advanced higher and Robert lost ground, no longer the leader he had lost major points on the game. Robert lost another roll and was required to perform an oral sex-act on Rose who sold the act to Barbara for a good price.
The holographic representations of the characters were in various states of dress. Teach’s avatar was down to its digital underwear, when he spun one more time. The arrow landed on Rose and then the dice was between them.
Teach rolled a sixteen of a thirty possible on the dice.
Rose rolled twenty-one of thirty. “Rose wins!”
Then the selection menu came up.
“Questions or Actions”
Rose selected “Action”.
A roll of the dice again and Teach rolled again. Four twos, eight points out of thirty.
Teach was in trouble. His last roll of a six did not help him greatly. Fourteen points of thirty possible.
Rose would only have to play a conservative roll.
Her first roll she hit three fives that she could keep. Leaving two dice left to roll.
Already it they wondered what she would be offered by the machine and what would be selected.
“A slow strip dance on the table by your partner.”
“A night in heaven.”
“U-turn. Select another partner.”
“Slow Naked Kiss.”
The group’s women laughed. The sound of clinking came from across the table. Teach was pouring his glass full. The pressure was getting to him.
Rose selected “Night in Heaven.” and hit “roll”.
“12 hours with your partner who must do everything you request of them without question.”
“Oh my gosh,” Teach nearly shot rum out his nose. “for twelve hours?”
“No sleeping!” The laughing voice came from across the table was that of MaryJo as she kissed Robert with great passion.
Sending a text message to Teach, Rose messaged, “I think MaryJo, Robert and his wife are working on a 3-way.”
Reading the phone, Teach nodded smiling. Messaging her back. “Elf power.”
A roll, Teach just could not get any love from the machine. The score eliminated him from the game and Teach sat back with his arms crossed. A common position that he would stand in. Rarely smiling at work, this evening at the party, with a half-bottle of two-hundred dollar rum in him, he was quite jolly.
Suddenly, the game was over! Robert failed his roll and suffered the eliminatation leaving only MaryJo and Barbara in her sexy elf outfit when Barbara’s roll was a perfect thirty.
In a single roll at the end of the game, Barbara selected from the menu.
MaryJo had to go spend a night in heaven.
Getting up, the group laughed at the naked holographic avatars on the table with the naked version of Barbara jumping up and down in her place on the game board.
Teach walked past the registration desk and looked out the window and motioned Rose over. Several other Christmas parties were going on all over the building and many were leaving.
The street, lined with red and blue lights of cars driven by law enforcement pulled drivers over by the two’s and fours.
“Three hundred rooms per floor, fifteen floors, and people want to drink and drive home? That is bad thinking.” He said and Rose nodded. “I’m staying here tonight. How about you?”
“Well, I have no one at home waiting for me. I have an hours drive. So I am staying, too. With you I think.” She grabbed him by his eyepatch and pulled him into a long kiss. His hands found what Robert’s could not during the game. She had on a front-hook bra and released it simply by sliding his hand over her breasts.
“Good and well.” He whispered and walked to the registration desk.
4. A Night In Heaven
They stepped off the elevator and out into the hallway. Robert was visible as he fumbled with the key card. Barbara and MaryJo were in a very sexy and sensual clinch. The way that the vest moved on Barbara’s body, it was obvious that it was a very busy night in the hotel and in that room, busy was the night’s entertainment. Teach and Rose walked the opposite way and down to a suite that the company had reserved for employees.
“Mr. Caleb was very pleased with business this year. Everyone gets a suite at a steep discount, but you have to ask for it.”
Taking Rose by the hand and lead her to the bedroom. Wobbling slightly from his rum and she with her wine, they slipped into the bedroom where he sat on the edge of the bed. Standing close to him, his hands gently slid up the inside of her blouse, caressing her hardening nipples. They spoke no words for there were none needed. This was the plan ever since she had joked with him hours before. She was nearly sure they would have had a third, but she did not press the thought.
She wanted him all to herself tonight. Her blouse slowly removed, as his lips found her nipples. A gentle sucking over the razor sharpness of his incisors, he sucked air slowly over the moist flesh as it puckered hard enough to scratch glass.
Gasps of pain/pleasure escaped her lips.
“Sorry. Did that hurt?” He looked up with a twinkle in his eye. He was not sorry. But her own voice betrayed her.
“Oh god no… that hurt, but it is a good hurt. Oh god that was good… please…more.” She pulled him back to her breasts again.
Looking down and watched him tease and bite her nipples. The thought struck her and reaching down she pulled on his shirt, forgoing the buttons, she pulled the cloth up and over his head. It was a fine shirt, it felt like silk as it slide over his broad shoulders easily and revealed what she had gossiped about in the kitchen with MaryJo.
She slid her hands over his back as he traced his tongue over the valley between her breasts and down to her belly button. Light kisses on that so-sensitive skin just below the dimple of her navel while he unbuttoned her skirt and slid it down over her hips.
Slowly, piece by piece, they shed their clothes until he whispered to her ear.
“Let’s move up to the pillows.” Softly he had whispered, but the glint in his eye was as loud as thunder.
Rose crawled backwards on hands and feet. Her heart beating in her throat, she could feel the wine swishing around in her. He had consumed more than half the rum, she had put down two bottles of a chardonnay, two snugglers and one Irish coffee… at least two snuggler drinks, she was trying to think, when his teeth raked the inside of her left calf. His hands sliding up her bare thighs. In a hysterical thought she was thankful she had just gotten waxed the day before, the laughter escaped her lips and Teach smiled at the sound.
His mouth touched the inside of her left thigh, then the right as his slow bites alternated sides.. Sucking against her skin on each side, she was almost laughing with the thought of bite marks on her skin there and if they might be visible when …or if..she wore a skirt, pants was the order of clothing for the near future. But each bite made her ache to have him inside her.
Tracing fingertips over the bare labia that was slowly opening to him. The tip of his tongue slowly trailed over the flesh of her pubic mound. A slow puff of breath, the damp trail of kisses he left chilled her skin with a thrill that had not been done to her before.
Rose gasped as she ran her hands through his hair. His hands found and slipped up under each ass-cheek and lifted her to his mouth. His teeth finding her swollen and damp clitoris. The sharp teeth holding that bit of flesh between them as he pressed against the pubic bone.
And then… Then he hummed! The sound entering her body through flesh and bone. Going through the scales, he hummed a tune until he hit that one tone, it seemed to start in her clit, through her core and into her mind. The very heart of her body seemed to spasm in one mind numbing orgasm as her pelvis bucked against his face.
Rose gasped in the skin tingling post-orgasm as he kissed his way up her body. Sucking gently on her left nipple, then on her right nipple he rolled the flesh between his teeth while sucking air over the tender flesh.
Sliding up her body, his erection pressed against her, kissing her lips, sharing the taste of her sex on his lips with her. His hardest part found her softest as he entered her gently and slowly, arching his back as he pressed in. His erection entering her labia, he pulled back after an inch. The large diameter of the cock forcing open her love-hole.
“We should. Oh god. Put on… Mmm, that’s nice. A . Oh! A Con… Oh my god! Con..OH! Yes! Rubber! You are going to get me pregnant, I don’t want to be pregnant… We need… Oh! Forget it!” She moaned into his mouth as they kissed. “Oh. God. Please. Fuck me!”
Pulling her legs up, locking her feet behind his back as her fingernails raked his back, leaving red scratch marks along the length of his back as she sucked on his tongue.
Pushing deeply into her, the pain of his entering her was a burning pain. This intensified her driving lust, forgetting all outside worries. She thrust her hips up to meet his push. Intensity of his kisses, flavored with her sex was still infused in the kisses.
Rose pulled his head tightly to her for the kisses that were so delicious while he pushed the whole of his organ deep into her, pressing against the back wall of her vagina, he touched the deepest part of her. Her lover’s balls bounced off her ass as he pressed her into the mattress of the bed.
Teach broke the kiss for a moment, gasping.
“I just need to say something.”
“What?” She asked softly, with had a crooked smile.
“Oh god…I’m cuming!” He moaned as his body went into spasms. His seed filling her with each twitch that she could feel.
Rose held him to her, kissing the side of his face as he gasped for breath. Lightly stroking his body.
Deep inside him, he began to laugh and twitch.
“That tickles. Please… Oh please stop!” He said laughing.
They lay in each other’s arms for several minutes, kissing. His softened member slipping out of her as they continued to explore with hands and lips. Of touching and traces of tongue and fingertip. Raking sensitive flesh and enjoying the laughter of the post-coital Celt in her arms. Rose smiled widely at his body’s reaction to her touch.
They lay next to each other, him lightly caressing her breasts. Kissing the puckered flesh of her nipples and the soft curve of her neck. She touching his hips and sliding her hands down, taking his flaccid organ in her hands, the slightly sticky fluid she found with her hands, brought up to put on his lips and then kissed those beautiful lips clean.
A few minutes passed and another erection began to grow, much to her enjoyment.
He chuckled then gasped as Rose traced her fingers over the swollen length of flesh under the thin material. Seeing his cock for the first time, the tumescent organ was not very great in length, she could use both hands to cover it, but it the diameter was massive, her fingers could not close around the organ as she explored his naked sex.
He made little sound as she teased his hard shaft with her fingernails and gently traced the tip of her tongue around the barb of the glans. Pleased with the sound of his soft moaning, her mouth closed over the head of the shaft and she began to stroke in counterpoint to the motion as she performed a fun tease of oral pleasuring to his body. His body bucked which made her laugh softly.
“Did that hurt?” She smiled.
“Oh god! N- no.” Teach gasped with a touch of giggle. She could feel his pulse in his massive shaft as she slid her mouth slowly down it while pulling up with her hand.
Rose put her hand on his naked belly to hold him still, a sudden upward thrust would choke her as she held him in her mouth. He laughed as she raked her fingernails along the inside of his thighs. Rose explored the glory of his body as she slid off her panties and sat astride him, pressing the head of the shaft against her clitoris and began to ride up and down. Not allowing him any entry no matter how he was begging her.
“Oh damn… Please… “ His whispers were of near agony as she teased his scrotum as she rubbed her body up and down over the corona around the glans of, what Rose decided was, a beautiful penis as she used the man-probe as her personal sex toy.
Each stroke as he played with her thighs and cheeks of her bottom, served to drive the passion in her soul higher and with more intensity until the orgasm that she strove for. Holding his erection against her clitoris, she reached a point that Rose was unable to control her movements.
“So close…” She moaned but had to put her hands on his knees for balance. His erection pushing against her belly.
“Turn around.” he whispered as his hand slide under her backside and traced over her labia. Teasing her further for the missed orgasm, the entry of her body was slippery with her personal moisture.
Smiling, she turned around and stretched her body full length along his, enjoying the sensation of his erection pinned between them.
“Are you enjoying yourself? “ She whispered as she reached down between them and stroked his hard shaft.
“Very much, we have much more to go. We are not finished yet, lady.” he laughed softly as she sat back up astride him.
She slowly stroked his erection with both hands. A little scary that the thickness was so that she could not close her hands fully around it.
“You want more?” She bounced lightly on his pelvis, her breasts swaying hypnotically as teased her nipples.
“Mmm… Come here, let me kiss those beautiful nips.” Teach laughed as she complied. “You have beautiful breasts.”
Rose gasped as he took her into his mouth. “Thank you…”
Feeling him lift his hips up, she lowered hers down to his, guiding the head of the twitching muscle to the wet labia. Sliding slowly down over the head, she felt the organ enter her and stretch her flesh as he entered her.
A little at first, it was too tight to fit without the sensation of burning. The skin surrounding her orifice complained at his intrusion into her body.
“Oh my god you are so big. I still don’t know how I could fit you.” Rose gasped as she rode up and down. Each time she slid him in, it was a little deeper. Almost half-way down the shaft she was certain he could not get any more inside her in this position.
Laughing softly. “It will fit, it was there once. You are in control.” Then pulling her for a deep kiss, he thrust upwards as she slid down. Pulling her ass close to his pelvis, the thick penis slide its full length into her, pressing against the back wall of her chamber. The pressure against her womb with the head of the shaft.
“Oh…. god.” She moaned into his face, sliding her tongue into his mouth while the walls echoed with the soft sounds of their bodies slapping together as she rode him until he began to tremble.
“Shh…” Rose stopped moving for a moment.. “Not yet. Hold it. Hold. You don’t get to cum before I do.”
“Oh god. I can’t.”
Rose sat back, holding him inside her. The sensation of the head of his organ bumping against her cervix excited her as she rode slowly. She enjoyed watching him, watching her.
Teach put his hands on the mound just above her clit, stroking the little cum-button with his thumbs in a small circular motion.
“Oh.” The shock of his thumbs pushing the hood back over her bit of flesh was as an electric shock in her heart when his hands changed positions, holding her by her hips. He thrust upwards in her and held still. Keeping her still as she tried to keep riding his shaft.
His body bent in an inverted “U” for a moment. Rose did not realize the moment had arrived as he moaned in the spasms of orgasm. Semen flowed into her at more than twenty-feet per second from the tip of his love muscle.
Smiling at him as he relaxed. Rose leaned full length on his body and relaxed. His seed slowly leaking out of her as he kissed her face.
“Mm…that was not bad.” She smiled as she kissed him again. “For a second time.”
Laughter faded as she kissed him, her slim body relaxing on his. She slipped him out of her and slid off to his side. Going to sleep with her head on his shoulder and a leg draped over his belly.
The morning would deal with the morning issues.