I wanted to tell you how I feel, although I doubt you will ever see this. I know you probably don’t even care about me. I really miss you and I wish I could see you again. I would be happy if I could even be friends with you. But I don’t think you even want that. I don’t know why I feel this way. I think you are the sweetest guy when you want to be. And at the same time, kind of a jerk; the biggest heartbreaker I’ve ever met.

I have never been so attracted to anyone in my life. I can’t even describe how much I enjoyed being with you, kissing you, being in your arms. You made me feel so good. Like I never wanted to leave that spot in your arms. I remember the first night we got together. I couldn’t even catch my breath we were kissing so much. I remember that morning when I drove home, I felt out of breath from kissing you. I could still feel your kisses on my lips.

The next time was just as intense. I wanted you even more. I’ve never spent so long kissing someone and so intensely. I enjoyed feeling you rubbing against me, driving me crazy, making me want you so bad. We may as well have had sex that night it was so intense. I hated leaving your arms in the morning. It felt so good the way you held me. I could lay in your arms forever and still feel like it wasn’t long enough.

Then there was the night she was there. I loved the look in her eyes when she walked by and we were kissing. She had that death look in her eyes. I was disappointed that you gave her so much time to talk and not be with me. I was even more disappointed when you said you were sick when I went to kiss you again in bed. Made me feel bad. So I turned away from you, then you just put your arms around me.. Why do you do this to me.. It’s so confusing.

Some weeks later I asked if you wanted to be “friends with benefits” and you said you didn’t really want me. I sure thought you would have. So I avoided you at work, I couldn’t to talk to someone who didn’t want me. But then one day I starting talking to you again, as if nothing happened. I’ll never forget the day I came in before work at Vix and you told me I looked “pleasant”.. It was the first time you’d said anything nice to me in months. I was surprised. And I actually felt like you meant it, since alcohol wasn’t involved, u didn’t seem after anything; it seemed sincere.

Then we got together again over Christmas. I really didn’t think anything would happen. As I told you I really thought we’d just hang out and maybe be friends. But it didn’t happen that way. I remember sitting with you and watching that porn movie. I thought it would be weird, but I really felt comfortable after a while. You just put your arm around me and everything felt right again.

I was so afraid to kiss you that night. Even though you’d been pretty sweet to me, I was afraid you didn’t want me. But then I did and it was soo good to kiss you again. The rest of that night was fun, felt just like it had before, only now I’d known you longer. I loved it when I was on top of you kissing you and you pulled up my shirt so I could feel your skin against mine…mmm that felt so good.. And then I slid my hand onto you for the first time.. you were so hard… mmm…

The last time we were together, I will never forget it. You made me feel so good and drove me so crazy, I loved it. Your touches your kisses, the way you spent so long licking, sucking, and fingering my pussy. Then it happened. A little awkward at first, but that’s me not being experienced. .. It felt so good to have you in me. I couldn’t get enough of you. I didn’t want that night to end. I know you thought you disappointed me, but you truly did nothing of the sort. I enjoyed all of being with you more than anything. .. Later on.. I had to repay you for how crazy you did me. I’d never done that, but I wanted to for you, you deserved it. I just hope you enjoyed it… But.. as we went to sleep, I felt it was gonna be over for us. I could tell. Even if you did like me, it wasn’t gonna matter now. I felt like I had disappointed you. That maybe I could of done things differently for you.

I know I embarrassed you with my joke, but I didn’t mean to hurt you or anything by it.. I really thought you’d get a laugh too. Anyway. I hope you aren’t holding that silly thing against me. Because I would never do anything to hurt your feelings, if that did, I’m sorry.

I was hurt when I found out you had a new girlfriend. And I wondered if you were trying to make me jealous, trying to rub it in that I wasn’t the one with you. You asked me if I was disappointed. I didn’t want to tell you how much I really was. I figured you just wanted me to be jealous, so why give you the satisfaction. But I was really hurt. Then you acted like you wanted to see me.. But maybe that was another game.. Why do you make things so confusing? ..Did you know about her calling me from your phone that night I called you.? Do you know how rude she was to me? She told me you were having sex and hung up. I hope you had nothing to do with that. That was rude and totally uncalled for.

I don’t know how to explain how I feel for you. When I saw you last bartending, I was hoping you’d have ended with her. I guess I didn’t think it would last long.. Then months later, I found out you are still with her. I cried after I left.

So where does that leave me?? You are with her, and of course I’m not with you. I wonder if you ever think of me, or if I am just a memory that’s fading fast. Do you think you could ever have feelings for me again? I hope you would. I really liked you, I fell hard. But how can that be..? We weren’t truly together, I dunno, I must be stupid or something. But I do know no one has ever made me feel how you did!! .. And I know no one else will ever come close! ….And despite everything that happened between us, whether it was all a game or not, I want you to know that I still think you are a good guy, a sweetie, and whoever has you is lucky!

I miss you…

***This is a part of the Born to Love series. If you didn’t read Born to love. You will not understand this story. This is it’s sequel because I wanted to add more to it and felt it was a great story. You don’t like some romance with your sex this isn’t a story for you. Lots of sex and twist and turns to come.***

I held my wife’s hand as our plane landed. It had been ten years since Rachel and I had been home. Soon after graduating we moved out of state settling into a nice home with our inheritance and going to school together as lovers and not siblings.

The winter we moved Rachel gave birth to our son Mikey and two years later we welcomed our daughter Rebecca into the world. Our grandparents came to visit us as often as possible but two years ago our grandfather had a stroke making it difficult for them to travel. We remained in contact and spoke daily but our jobs were demanding and travel wasn’t good for us.

Rachel stared out of the window of the plane biting her nail. It was something she started in college whenever she was nervous.

“Darling, it’s alright. Just breathe.” I kissed her hand gently and kept hold of it on the arm rest between us. Rachel simply nodded and told the kids to put their things back in their carry-ons.

Since the day I married Rachel I had made it a point to show her that our life together could be everything we hoped and dreamed about. What I didn’t think about were the things in life I had no control over. Like my grandfather being stubborn and doing as he wished.

I remember the phone call that brought us here. It was heartbreaking to hear our grandmother so lost. She had been in the hospital with my grandfather all day after one morning he got out of bed and decided he could walk down the stairs “without feeling like a damn invalid” as he so gently put it.

He fell down the stairs and broke two ribs. One of which punctured his lung causing him to go into respiratory arrest and having his heart stop.

That was four days ago and I still felt every ache in my wife’s heart along with my own. My children were lost without the man in their lives who would buy them sweets and tell them stories.

Grabbing our bags we jumped into our rental and drove to the lake house. The funeral would be tomorrow followed by a wake at the lake house.

Rachel played with her wedding ring and looked out at the trees the whole ride. Only stopping to call our grandmother telling her we were fifteen minutes away.

Once we pulled into the dirt drive way the kids leapt from the car and rushed out to the lake. Mickey began to show Rebecca how to skip stones on the water.

I grabbed the bags from the trunk and placed them on the porch. Expecting Rachel to be behind me I turned to ask her about rooming to only find her standing by the garage.

She pulled a sheet off the old truck and saw the newly restored truck complete with a new paint job. “He must have finished it before his stroke.” I sighed heavily.

Hearing no response from my sister I turned to see her brushing her fingers over the old tools sitting on the counter top. “He must have wanted to surprise you. Why didn’t we ever come back here?”

“Rachel, we work for demanding companies and have two children to raise.”

“We could have tried harder. They needed us and we left them here alone.” Rachel was fully crying now and it was breaking my heart.

I took her in my arms and kissed her gently. The passion grew like wildfire. It was as of being back here ignited something in us. Something that this place always held for us. I lifted her up onto the counter top. She wrapped her legs around my waist. I pushed my hand under her shirt to grab her breast through her bra. She moaned as she unzipped my pants and reached for my cock. Stroking it slowly I began pumping into her hand to get the speed I wanted.

We have always been very sexual people but seeing as we rushed to come back here we hadn’t made love in four days. Looking over at our children they were too busy by the lake to come back toward us. They couldn’t see us but we could see them out a small window in the back of the garage.

Pinching her nipple with my left hand, I moved my right into her jeans and rubbed her clit intensely. I moved my mouth to her neck and bit the sensitive skin.

“Mmm Michael please, I need to feel you cum.” Pumping my cock faster, I moaned and moved her hand out of my pants. I took my cock out of my pants and stroked it, teasing her with it. I knew she hated it when I stroked myself. She always said it was a waste of cum.

“Rachel, get on your knees for me. Now!” All to eager to taste my cum she leapt off the counter and took my rock hard cock into her mouth. She took me deep into her throat. I grabbed the back of her head and moved her up and down on my cock.

After only a few minutes my load shot into the back of her throat. Swallowing all my cum she licked my cock clean. She zipped my jeans back up and licked her lips.

While she got herself straightened out I fixed the counter top back to how it was. Turning around I took her in my arms and began to kiss her passionately knowing I gave her what she so desperately needed.

Our kiss continued as a familiar voice spoke to us, “Well, I see you two haven’t changed much.”

Breaking the kiss, Rachel ran towards our grandmother and hugged her tightly. “Grams, I’m so sorry about grandpa.”

“Shh, it’s not your fault. Now, don’t go beating yourself up about not being here either. There’s nothing wrong with living the life that makes you happy and that’s what you two did.” Grams rubbed Rachel’s hair and held her close.

I took a moment to truly look at my grandmother. Her hair was pulled back and she hadn’t aged a day since we left ten years ago. Grams was only 69 years old but she could pass for 50 any day. It always stunned me how young she looked.

“Grams! Grams!” the kids came running up from the lake taking me out of my thoughts.

As soon as they reached our grandmother they wrapped her in a big hug. I knew they missed her deeply and part of me felt guilty because I knew Rachel was right. We should have tried harder to come visit and spend time with our family.

“Now, there are cookies on the table why dont you go have a few while I talk to your parents.” the kids raced into the house as soon as they heard cookies.

“I’m sorry we couldn’t get here sooner Grams. How have you been holding up?” I put my arm around her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her.

“I’m alright sweetheart. Just taking it a day at a time. I think what’s makes it the hardest are all the memories.” she held Rachel and I close as she began to cry. I wiped her tears away and kisses her cheek gently.

“Everything will be ok Grams. We are here now and we are going to take care of you.” Rachel said as she led us all in to the house.


Rachel and I had just finished putting the children to bed and were closing the door to my sister’s old room. We headed down the stairs and into the kitchen.

As soon as I saw Grams doing dishes I let go of Rachel’s hand and walked up behind her. I placed my hands on her shoulders and walked her to the table. “I’ll finish these dishes up. Why don’t you two talk for awhile?” I took the dish towel off my grandmother’s shoulder and kissed my sister tenderly before washing up the rest of the dishes.

It had been thirty minutes later and I hadn’t noticed that Grams and Rachel had moved into the living room. I stood leaning against the wall just watching them talk and laugh. It was good to hear my grandmother laugh again.

It seemed that they had found my grandfather’s supply of old brandy. He showed it to me on the night before I married Rachel and we shared a few drinks talking over the loves of our lives.

Coming back to the present I decided to intervene seeing as how Rachel was a light weight when it came to alcohol and they appeared to have consumed one bottle already.

“Are you two getting yourselves into trouble?” I chuckled standing in front of them both now.

“Baby, I was wondering when you would come keep us company.” my sister got up and stood in front of me grabbing the collar of my button up. She was cute when she was drunk but tonight she is alittle too drunk.

“Come on, lil sis. Time for bed.” I picked her up in my arms and looked to our grandmother. “I’ll be back once I put her down. She’ll be asleep as soon as her head hits the pillow.”

Grams held up her hand with a smirk on her face and said “I’m not going anywhere. Take care of her.”

As soon as I put Rachel into bed she fell fast asleep. I took off her heels and slipped the bed sheet over her body. Slipping out of the room I made my way back down to the living room.

As I walked in I saw my grandmother looking through an old book with photos in it. She still held her glass in her hand and as I got closer I realized she was crying.

I took her into my arms and held her close. She wrapped her arms around my neck and cried onto my shoulder. “I miss him so much. Why did he have to be such a stubborn bastard?!”

“Shh, it’s alright Grams. We are here for you now and we aren’t going anywhere.” I gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek and rubbed her back slowly.

“Rachel is lucky to have a man like you. I know when she was younger she worried so much about how your mother would feel about you two being together, but I knew it was what she wanted and I stood by her. Your mother was a bitch anyway for treating me like that. William never forgave her for the way she treated us.”

By this time she had stopped crying and I looked at her with great confusion. “Grams, I think you have had a little too much to drink tonight. You’re not making much sense. What are you talking about?”

She looked back at me with shock and realization, “I’m just tired don’t listen to me. I’m going to get some rest. Goodnight, Sweetheart.”

She kissed me on my cheek and made her way up the stairs and to her room. Still thinking about what she said I got up from the couch knocking over one of my grandmother’s books in the process.

When I picked it up an old picture slipped out. In the photo was Grams and Grandpa next to what appeared to be my mother. But it couldn’t have been my mother. Having seen pictures off my mother when she was younger it looked just like her but what was strange was that Grams and Grandpa looked to be only a few years older than her.

Turning the photo over I saw in my Grams handwriting “William, 23, Beth, 21, and Carol, 17.”

Holding the picture in my hand I thought back to what my Grams had just said. She was drunk but the look she had after saying it looked as if she hadn’t meant to say so much out loud.

Folding the picture in my pocket, I put the book back on the coffee table and went to prepare for bed. After changing my clothes and I put the picture in the drawer if my night stand and brushed my teeth.

Slipping into bed beside my sister I took her into my arms and thought about the picture and the writing on the back. I would ask her about it tomorrow as soon as we were alone. My thoughts ran around in my mind until I finally fell asleep from the exhausting day.

Part 2 – David Next Door

His kiss was mind-blowing, euphoric, delightful, delicious. His lips were soft, supple, warm, wet. His hands held my arms aloft, pinned to the back of the door. His body he pushed firmly up against my own. His kiss the most sensual I’ve ever experienced; his lips the softest I’d ever felt; his grip strong, his body warm. I was sinking at the knees.

As if aware of my failing limbs, he slowly withdrew his mouth from my own. Seconds later I finally opened my eyes, they locked instantly onto his. He was still only inches away from my face, but his eyes stared back into mine. Neither of us spoke, and the longer the silence, the longer we knew what the other were thinking.

He released his grip from my arms, and I dropped them to my side. He broke slightly away from my now heaving chest, a hand reached up and brushed a strand of hair out of my face. I blushed. My knees went weak again.

“Let’s go to your room,” David suggested, and I nodded, taking his hand, and leading him down the hall. Before we got to the bedroom door, David pulled on my hand forcing me to stop before bumping into me. We both laughed.

He pushed me up against the wall again, he was firm, strong, in control but gentle. He put his face close to mine, he was breathing me in. I watched him, hearing only the sound of our breathing coming on heavier with each moment. I went to move my arms up to embrace him, but he took control again.

He took my hands in his own, and held them down at my side. He pushed his hard and warm body up against mine again, up against my breasts. He groaned. His mouth found that delicious spot on my neck, and began kissing me, my head fell languidly to the side, inviting him in for me.

He eased a leg in between the two of mine, and slowly brought his knee to up meet my crotch. He pressed against me, more firmly than before, his teeth now finding my neck, his hands gripping me tight: I cried out in pure ecstasy.

Where was this guy taking me? I’d never felt so much fire, so much passion. His obvious persistent need for me, fuelled my ravishing need for him. I wanted him now, needed him now, had to have him, but he was going to make me wait. His slow, delightful and delicate seduction was turning my tummy over and my world upside down. The waiting was turning my limbs to jelly and my mind to custard: what a sweet, sweet dessert I would make for him tonight.

He moved his mouth from my neck as he planted little kisses on my cheek, my nose, one eyelid, and then the other, before he found my mouth. But he teased: he placed his lips over the top of mine and breathed into me, he didn’t kiss me. I tried to kiss him, but he withdrew – he was a master, perhaps the master.

I had to play his game, he was only going to give as much of himself to me as he wanted, so we were playing by his rules. I was happy to do that, so long as his game increased in pace soon. I had a fever burning between my legs and a fire inside my chest. I needed him, and I needed release.

He played with my lips, running his tongue slowly over them. First over the bottom, and then across the top. I closed my eyes so I could concentrate only on his feel, his smell, his sweet breath, his beating heart. Suddenly he kissed me full on my open mouth. I wasn’t expecting it – and that’s the precise moment he was waiting for. He wanted to lull me into a false sense of security before shocking me onto another plateau. He succeeded.

While he kissed me again with those warm tender succulent lips, his knee pushed harder into my groin, massaging me with his touch. His grip tightened on my own hands, I squeezed back. I arched my back and pressed my breasts into him and tried to kiss him back – but he was still in control.

We kissed for what seemed an eternity. I became lost in him. He transported me to another universe where only we existed, and time ceased too. I’d never understood the phrase about ‘two becoming one’ until right then. There was no him and I, there was only ‘us’.

As if reading my mind, David suddenly broke away from me. He let go of me and collapsed back on the wall behind him. He was breathing heavy, his eyes sparkling, his arousal evident. I was sure I could hear his heart beating, almost see it popping out from his chest. He ran his hands through his hair as he looked at me, and smiled.

“This is intense” he finally said.

When I regained my breath enough to speak, I answered, “Yes, yes it is.” I laughed, stayed against my side of the wall.

“Are you okay?” I asked, suddenly becoming worried that he had just changed his mind.

He smiled, and then laughed a little chuckle, “Oh yeah, I’m just great!” he

laughed again, “I just didn’t realise, I didn’t think, I …..” he stammered, shifted feet, ran his hands through his hair again.

He looked up at me, I realised he had deep alluring brown eyes, and I melted. “It’s just, I’ve never felt like this with anyone before, I mean, I‘ve never felt so, so……so free, so right, so damned hot!”

I laughed. “I know, it’s crazy isn’t it, I feel the same way!”

“You do?” he seemed surprised.

“Yeah!!!! Can’t you tell?”

He laughed. And stared at me again. I stared back. e kept staring and soon I began to feel embarrassed by his attention. He sensed it, and walked toward me.

“Come with me,” he motioned, took my hand, and entered my room.

The night was quiet, there was a full moon and I was alone on the beach. I found a pair of small dunes that mad a perfect little sand recliner. There was just barely a breeze and not a cloud in the sky. I sat down drank a sip of water tighten the cap and placed the bottle behind me. I loved to come here at night. I might find another beach goer or two but usually had the place to myself. I listened to the gentle lap of the waves against the shore. It was almost like the tic toc of a grandfather’s clock in an empty house. As I let stress of the day seep away I found myself beginning to relax and I decided to focus my thoughts on more pleasant things. I reached back finding my water drank another sip closing it back up I let my mind wander aimlessly a bit…..

I laid on my back and thought about Melissa. She has the sweetest smile you would ever see, and you would see it because she gives it out to everyone. She has no prejudices. Everyone in her eyes has equal value. She is gorgeous, one of those women who does not even realize how beautiful she is. She is not of the character of being hot and sensual. She has a nice body but does not flaunt it. She is not one for flare with skimpy outfits or tattoos but she is like the homey sweet girl next door who would run out in the rain to save you from getting wet. Its a matter of attitude along with physical bea……

My thoughts are interrupted by the arrival of another solitary beach lover. It is a beautiful woman in what appears to be a white bath robe. She is either a redhead or blond because her hair is aglow. She scans the beach for a minute and then approaches the shoreline. She stands there for a few minutes as though she is basking in the moon light. She once more scans the beach. I guess she doe not realize that I am here because when she is finished she tosses a beach towel on the ground and disrobes. She is naked and for a brief moment my eyes are privileged to witness a rare beauty. In contrast to Melissa this girl is a hottie of hotties. She walks out into the surf and then dives head long into the chilly water. It is not a cold night but the water is cold. I watch as she swims disappearing under the relatively calm sea reappearing from time to time. I try to focus on what I had seen. Her breast were perfect and as she turned, the moonlight caressed her so as to reveal that she was shaven. She could pose in any men’s magazine. I believe if Hue Hefner was here right now he would claim her playmate of the century.

Her abs were flat with a bit of definition and the contour of her pelvis was femininely defined by her petite frame. She was not anorexic but the subtle undertones of her ribs were just visible. I could see Divinchi using her as a model. Her proportions were perfect. Her legs were lean and long but not overly so. Her hips are the hips that every guy dreams about having wrapped around him lean, tight, and sculpted. I could not see the details but I could see several tattoos on her. One on her lower back one on her lower belly and one on her left leg. I also could not make out the details of her face but I had to believe that she was a knock out. It dawns on me that she has been under water for some time now. I began to scan the surf for any disturbance to indicate that she is OK. Nothing, the full moon has lit the top of the water like a thousand little lights and I see no oddities to it’s pulse. The water is quite serene with its rhythm and so I do not think she could have been taken by an undertow. Fear begins to swell within me. What about a shark? I read somewhere that most attacks happen in less than three foot of water. I jump to my feet and race to the edge of the surf. Looking up and down the beach, I stare intently and with each passing gaze for a little break in the water hoping she will rise. My heart is pounding and can hear it in my ears. I have witnessed death without even being aware of its ugly presence. I am almost moved to tears. I didn’t even know her but to have been the last to see her alive rends my heart.

I frantically begin to search the water. No more looking for a diva but the unmasking of a shark fin announcing its presence. My broken spirit begins to boil as I vow to have its carcass on display. I swear to Thee Sweet Lady I will take the beast and that I will not let your passing go unnoticed. Then I see it. The shadow of its dorsal fin rises out of the water as if to mock me. My hatred swells in my heart. I have nothing to capture it with but I am determined I will catch it. Just then however it begins to change shape . It’s no longer a shark but the silhouette of a woman’s head rising up from below the surface. My body had been surging with adrenalin due to fear and anger and I should have been able to take cover but I remained motionless. I watched as though I was the helpless prey before it’s predator. She was headed straight for me and though she was too far for me to see her face I knew that she was looking right at me. Her shoulders were now above the surface and I watched in terror and awe as her breast became visible. Her body coated with the sea shimmered in the moonlight. Her skin a creamy complexion was in stark contrast with her nipples that looked as though they were almost black. As her hips came into view I was transfixed and unable to take my eyes off her. She never changed her pace nor did she try and hide her nakedness. The tattoo on her lower belly was that of a dragon. Its head held high, its wings spread open wide and its tail looping below.

As she approached me she was gazing into my eyes. She was smiling but I would associate it as a predatory smile. Like the cat that has cornered a mouse. Not because the cat is hungry but rather because it is a cat and it found something to play with. I thought like a poor trapped mouse. If she tires of me before she gets hungry I might survive. Then as if she knows what I am thinking, she turns her head slightly without taking her eyes off mine and licks her lips. It was most intense erotic and seductive thing I ever seen a woman do. I was instantly aroused and I was so hard that my cock is in burning hot pain being constricted by my clothes. She stands there a moment as if sizing me up and I realize that my heart is pounding ninety miles and hour and I am panting like I just ran a marathon. She takes a step near me and places her right hand on my left shoulder. At the same time she places her left hand over my crotch. She give a gentle squeeze and even with the clothes on I can tell her nails are razor sharp. I then realize that she also squeezed my shoulder and she is gently rubbing it. She lets the embrace our eyes go and closes hers as she leans near to my neck. I wondered for a moment if she might be a vampire and I was about to be bitten. It would explain why I was unable to move as she returned to the beach. She does not take a bite but instead begins to take deep breaths inhaling slowly. It takes me a moment but I realize she is breathing in my essence. Again this is highly erotic. She is purposely inhaling my scent. I notice after a few minutes I too begin to match her as my short rapid breathing begins to favor the slow deep inhalations. As our bodies exchange pheromones I am also no longer feeling the need to bolt like the frightened prey but I am now relaxed as though she gave me a sedative.

I note a hint of strawberries and lavender in the air, perhaps from her shampoo. There is also an aroma of Chanel. She tilts her head back up and as she does her nose nuzzles my left earlobe. I am on the edge of an intense orgasm and it is killing me. Again as if she knows my thoughts she backs away and looks into my eyes. Her hands releases there hold and slide to either side of my waist. She begins to pull my shirt off. She lifts it up over my head and tosses it aside with her robe on the beach. Bathed in the moonlight my skin glows and light shadows show her that my abs have definition and my core is tight. My arms are toned as well as my chest but removing the shirt the intense moonlight illuminates the broadness of my shoulders. She raises one eye brow slightly and bites down a bit on her lower lip. Then she lets the brow fall back as it was and licks her lips provocatively while stepping up close in front of me. Her nipples are hard and just inches from me. I am uncertain if it is an effect from being in the cold water or the exchange of the pheromones, perhaps a little of both. Lifting her hands to my chest she slowly rakes her nails down the front of my body. I am certain if she wanted she could disembowel me they are so sharp but she leaves the slightest hint of their presence on me. When she reaches my waist, she bends down and relieves my cock of its torment by unbuttoning and unzipping my pants. The pent up prisoner thrashes out fully erect within my Love Dr boxers.

I am still unable to move under my own voluntarily actions and all I can do is roll my eyes and try to see what she is doing. After a minute or so she pulls down the boxers and she stands back up. This time however she is looking at my cock. I would not call it extraordinary. Its about six inches long but I am very thick. To my surprise, I discover I can move as she takes my arm leading me and I step out of the boxers and pants. She grabs her robe and beach towel and we head back to the two little dunes where I was perched when she first arrived. She stops and places the beach towel between the dunes dropping the robe beside it. She looks at me placing her right hand on my left shoulder as before and leans toward my left ear. She whispers that I have a nice bank roll and that she would like to deposit it into her private vault. She promised that though she would be wiping my account clean there would be no additional charges to my account later and that my identity was safe. She also tells me that even though the account will be depleted that I will be compensated for the transaction. She smiles a devious smile that excites me all the more. She then decides that prior to making a deposit into her account that she wants to make a withdrawal from my ATM. I was a bit confused until she dropped to her knees.

She gently took hold of my balls with her left hand and I felt those sharp claws ensnaring them. She grabbed my cock with her right hand. I felt the tip of her tongue on the head of my shaft and I just about passed out. She coaxed me to remain alert though with a gentle squeeze of the boys and I regained my composure, momentarily anyways. I was beginning to feel a sense of control when something started vibrating against my perineum. I found my body responding with a slight spasm throughout it. I still was unable to simply move freely. I wondered if I was drugged. All I could do was be aware of the sensations. Unknown to me at the time she had a little personal vibrator and a powered nexes p-spot stimulator in her bath robe along with some lube. She had slipped the personal vibrator onto her index finger of her left hand and was using it on my perineum. I would soon enough discover the nexes stimulator.

As the vibrator massages and teases my perineum, the head of my shaft is enveloped by a warm wet set of lips that had to be of a goddess. She sucked me and drank my cock completely into her. I know for certain because she sucked until her lips were kissing my balls. Though I had no free will to move, I could feel every sensation, my skin was hyper sensitive and I was dieing of sheer tortuous pleasure. After a few more strokes she pulled my cock out of her mouth and had me lie on the beach towel. I was face up with mt legs spread open allowing her access between them. She once again began to suck my cock and to use the vibrator on my perineum. It somehow felt different than earlier and I became aware that she was somehow pressing a finger into my ass. I had no way to stop her from what she was doing. After a few minutes she had a finger inside me. I felt her begin to stroke inside but was hard to tell what was happening. Then she removed her finger for a minute. Using the nexes, (unknown to me) she begin to penetrate my ass again. It felt like she went deeper this time but this was something new to me and I could not be sure.

She released my cock and removed the vibrator. She stood up and had something in her hand.

I could not see what it was but it had a wire that went somewhere. Straddling over me, she lowered herself until her pussy was just inches from my cock. It was hard and I desired for her to take me. She bent over me lowering her head down toward mine. She smiled at me and teasingly licked her lips. Then there was this strange sensation in my ass as I herd a hum. I looked questioningly into her eyes. She understood. She said, ” You can’t rob a bank without first taking care of the guards. The best way is with a distraction. Its called a nexes. It is a powered P-spot stimulator.” She smiles a wicked smile and this actually scares me a little,….OK, more than just a little. (Drop it. I am a man and more than a little is as far as I will admit!) The sensation is not a painful one but it begins to have a familiar reaction. I feel an orgasm beginning to occur. The contractions get stronger and soon I am shuddering from the spasms that have taken over my body. It last for what seems to be minutes. I have never experience an orgasm quite like it. The intensity is overwhelming. When it finally subsides I find myself again breathing like there is not enough oxygen on the planet. Slowly my breathing returns to normal. The hum is gone as well as the strange sensations.

She had remained the entire time staring into my eyes as the episode unfolded. She raises both eyebrows up and down and give me another evil grin. Then ever so slowly she moved her head down my body until it was just above my chest. She allowed her eye’s to embrace mine and then quickly tore them away and bit my right nipple. It was a shocking pain that sent electricity through my body causing me to momentarily spasm uncontrollably. She released the vampire like hold and flicked the nipple with her tongue. The pain had subsided and I discovered that the experience was quite erotic. My dick was harder than it had ever been. As she lifted her head I noticed a little blood dribble down from her lower lip. She had truly bit me. I also found that now I could move.

Now that I had the power to turn the tables and take control. I wanted to bury myself in her and torture her in return. I reached up and grabbed her arms and rolled over on top of her. She didn’t really offer any resistance. In fact she was looking up at me with a new kind of smile. She stretched her head back her eyes were closed and her mouth open moaning with delight. She knew that I wanted her and she had released me on purpose. I leaned down and kissed her passionately on the lips. Our tongues battled as swords caressing in the heat of the dance. I felt her feet on the outside of my hips as she positioned herself for the assault on her nether region. But I was going to take my time. I let go of her wrist and grabbed her hair with my left hand while my right hand begin to torture her nipples. I pinched and rolled the swollen teats roughly and teasingly. Our lips release their embrace and mine traveled to suckle her sweet tits. I continued my hold of her hair with my left hand and my right hand marched downward through the valley. It scouted and found an oasis below the desert and began to dip in into the hot moist spring. I discover that she is wet and sticky. She cries out with a sigh of pleasure as my fingers explore the warm depths. My lips having been rejuvenated from her ripe breast head southward too. I release her hair knowing this could be dangerous to do but I must drink from her fountain.

I kiss her belly with sweet gentle kisses all the way down to her mound. I find that she is not fully shaven but that the end of the dragons tail is a small patch of pubic hair shaved to form a vee pointing to the door of her spring. Her legs are spread wide in anticipation but I savor the moment and continue to take my time. The tattoo on her left leg is a permanent ankle bracelet with a small heart. I slide my hands under her knees and begin to massage her slowly working in circles with my thumbs down and inward toward her labia. As I reach her inner thighs I spread my hands so I can grab each cheek of her ass. I squeeze her ass holding it all in my hands. She thrust upward in response to squeeze offering her sweet pussy to my face. I lower my head and kiss her outer lips. She responds as though to suck my tongue into herself. I break the kiss and lick teasingly around the outside of the mound. I look into her face and see her looking back at me. Begging me to enter her. I can feel the heat that is emitting from her. She is on fire and now I am enjoying being the one that is doing the torturing. Yet I also want to enter her tunnel of love and to have my funds transferred into her private vault.

I begin to lick into the lips pulling them apart. Her clit has arisen and is earnestly awaiting to be captured and tortured. I thrash and flick it with my tongue without mercy. While whipping nibbling and tugging with my tongue and teeth, I can hear the response of sighs groans and light screams. She begins to writhe and contort her body as she gains momentum toward her climax. She slides her legs over each shoulder behind my back digging her feet into me as she thrust against my face. Her pace increases and I know she is close. She begins to scream and I feel her body tighten as a tidal wave of contractions surge and she cums all over me squirting and gushing in my face. She taste sweet and the odor of her body is intoxicating. When the flood of ecstasy is over. We lie still momentarily allowing each other a rest. I breath in her scent and allow myself to instill and enjoy this memory.

She is so gorgeous and I have enjoyed her body like savoring a fine wine but I still have not made my transaction. I begin to suck her clit flicking and teasing. It takes some time but I finally can see she is beginning to be aroused again. By the time I see that she ready for me I am hard again. I look up into her face and she is looking down at me knowing and waiting. She pulls her legs up onto my shoulders and as I rise lifts her bottom to mate her hungry pussy to my throbbing mass of a cock. She is beyond wet and as the head of my shaft enters her she sucks me in before I can thrust. I am in euphoria. I tell her, “Wait or I will cum right now.” Neither of us move as I gain control and relax a bit. Despite the ease of my entry and her sucking me in, she is incredibly tight. She begins to move her hips side to side helping her to stay aroused while not sending me overboard. I feel the need begin to subside and so I begin to thrust slowly. I see wicked delight on her face. She ensnares me in a death like grip with her pussy and I again almost loose it. She however knows and ceases her thrust and allows me to recover. I am over her resting on my forearms. I lift myself onto my left one and using my right hand I reach down, pinch and roll her nipples teasingly. She sighs at this torture and I know she wants to continue. I begin to thrust again and now feel I have control. I tell her, “Your my bitch now!” There is a look of surprise on her face but it is only for a flash. It transforms into a delighted smile of pleasure. She reaches up placing her hands on my shoulder and gives me a gentle squeeze. I can feel those razor claws and wonder if my back will survive tonight.

I find again I am unable to move I look back into her eyes. She has this evil grin on and says, “No Baby Your my Bitch”. Somehow she is responsible for my immobility. I had forgotten about the earlier anal stimulator but I was remembering it now. She had turned it back on. “Fuck me Bitch!”, she demanded. All I could do was respond to her wishes. Enslaved to her will and the vibration of the nexes I became a madman. I had never fucked someone with such ferocity. It was by far the most passionate sex of my life. She bucked and countered each thrust and I felt her sharp razors graze across my back. I felt like I was about to go blind. She was screaming again and I knew she was close. I felt like I should have cum ten minutes ago but for some reason instead the intensity continued to build. I was like a racehorse being whipped by its jockey to go faster. I looked at her face and she again had her head back eyes closed mouth agape screaming in sheer ecstasy. I could also feel her pussy clamping down on my cock with greater force and knew she was at the threshold. Just when I thought my heart would give out she says, ” Cum bitch cum!” Being given permission I felt my balls contract as she began to convulse. I ejaculated in a thunderous jet stream as waves of contractions swept over the two of us.

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