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The Vagina Thief
The Role of Feelings in Swinging Lifestyle
Why I Feel No Jealousy
Spontaneous
I Asked SilverHubby to Respond to a Comment
Mastering Masturbation in 7 Steps
The One Where I Face Reality
The Cycle of Change, Simplified
My IMsL 2013 Keynote
Kink of the Week #5: Roleplay
How To find (and catch) a Male Submissive
How to be a Good female Sub
The Master’s Voice
Kink of the Week #5: Roleplay
“S&M: The Dark Side of Gay Liberation”, 1975
PolyAnna’s Musings: Choosing Revisited
KOTW-Roleplay: W’s Perspective
Brat-tastic!
Liberating the Fisherman’s Wife
How much realism should be in BDSM erotica?
Sunday Morning
Warehouse 69 Episode 2: The Marquis’ Crop
Sunday Morning
Salivate
Suffer
Bend Over, Bad Kitty!
Dirty Sexy Money
Lolita Twenty-Thirteen, Part Four
My First MMF Threesome
That Smile
What Wet Dreams are Made Of…..
A Good Match
I was a Naughty Girl
Jets
Right Here. Now.
I fantasize about blowjobs & being a good girl
Things to Wear – NaPoWriMo
Blood Lust
A poem for Rose
Vanishing
Colorless
Subby Space
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She happened upon his picture in a purge of her computer profiles. How long ago it was! When was it again? How many things had changed.
Life was so different now. Julian, in Med School and Katrina, just finishing high school…
She remembered back to when. Back when he sent her all those silly stories, and when she was actually considering…could it be that she *was* actually considering?
…those stories: filled with imaginings of lust; of carnal interludes and all-things, well…’forbidden’, for lack of a better word. Yes, she had considered such things herself, way back when they first met. It was WHERE they first met that everything began, actually. That ‘Kink’ site, honest-to-god. Was it still in existence?
Not that it mattered anymore. Was all really just kids’ stuff, wasn’t it. Good fun; good for…an orgasm! (shh!) or two, haha, but when reality hit…
Hub was now a reasonably successful, middle-management accountant, and made a good living for them. Gave up his aspirations to be an ‘artiste’, well…LONG ago. Shortly after they got together, in fact. How dreams die…or, practically speaking, how ‘reality’ tends to settle in, making mincemeat of those ‘other plans’…
Still, it was a good life. Wasn’t it? A house in the ‘burbs; a steady paycheque…enough money to at least get the kids into college. What does it matter if the last time they had a proper vacation was…when was it again? But love: LOVE was the key. Saw them through thick and thin; gave her enough courage to get him past the point where he was finally able to emerge from the hospital, and with only a few scars to show for his troubles…and they now had matching ‘wrist bracelets’! Ones that never fully faded, in fact…they’d always have that.
He’d been a larger part of her life, at one time. Hell, when she thought about it, that’s all he ever really wanted – to be part of her life; to share her stories; help out when he could…and he did help, really he did. Those times when she was being stalked; even in later years when she cried on his shoulder over ‘family stuff’, when he’d really just stopped by to say hello. Yes, if he wasn’t offering moral support, it was…just about…BEING there. Someone to talk to…a *genuine* friend. An increasingly rarer commodity, particularly as life went on and it became so much more about kids, the mortgage, and just trying to make ends meet…
Good looking guy, too, for his age. Back then, at any rate. Been so long! Well, perhaps she’d keep the picture, if only for old-times sake. Maybe add it to her scrap-book! Yes, that’d be the thing to do, and no one’s the wiser.
Printing the picture, she then pulled her scrap-book out of the desk drawer. Finding just the right page, she applied glue stick to the picture’s backing next to the article from the paper.
‘March 27, 2030: [ ____ ] died peacefully surrounded by friends and family.’
…not ALL of his friends, she thought, closing the book and reaching for a tissue.
She stood in daph’s doorway, with me, having just come out of daph’s closet. She seemed neither surprised, nor upset, at my presence, though – almost as if she was expecting me?
She was smiling demurely. ‘I’m Cassie.’
I returned her smile. ‘I know who you are. You’re daph’s sister.’
Her smile turned mischievous. ‘And I know who YOU are.’
‘You think.’ My expression remained unchanged; revealing nothing.
Cool as a cucumber, Alex.
I’d managed to make it in daph’s house through a back entrance JUST as her parents arrived home. Though I don’t think they saw me, I somehow managed to sneak into her room and hide myself. (I simply followed the scent of her perfume.) From the gist of the ensuing conversation I could hear out the open window beside the driveway, plus the fact that Mom, Dad, and daph’s heated exchange trailed off into closing doors of a vehicle that then drove off, I had to assume that, well…something was up.
Leaving me, here…to my own devices. As it were.
‘…so. You KNOW me,’ I repeated, moving to sit on daph’s bed.
‘daph isn’t so good at using passwords that can’t be easily guessed at…’
I spied the laptop sitting on daph’s beside table, blinking happily as Cassie moved closer to the bed. (‘Open me! READ me!’ it seemed to whisper…)
‘And you’re not above snooping in her personal profile to see what big sister is up to.’
‘Yeah. Like that.’ Her fingers trailed lazily on daph’s comforter, and she never took her eyes off me.
‘Thinking you might know more about me than I you.’
Cassie smiled wider. ‘There’s time to fill in the blank spots. daph and my parents will probably be out for a couple of hours, at least. Something about filling out a police report – about an…abduction? I think they said? Or maybe that my car was stolen.’
Might have to take this little Chiquita a mite more seriously – at least until I could figure her game.
‘You’ve got me. So what did you have in mind.’
Her smile turned coy; her eyes glinted with possibilities.
‘Blackmail? If necessary.’
*twinge*
‘IF necessary. This DOES sound serious.’
Cassie rolled on the balls of her naked feet.
‘Depends on how…obliging…you are.’
I shifted on the bed, bunching up a pillow behind my back.
‘Open to persuasion?’
‘I know what daph is into. And I know who you are to her.’
Busted. ‘So?’
‘I want that, too.’
‘…you want…*that*. Can you be any more vague?’
Going on her knees, Cassie felt under the foot of daph’s bed. Pulling out a suitcase, she opened it, keeping her eyes on me. As the suitcase lid faced in my direction, I didn’t know for sure what might be inside – but I had my suspicions.
‘Perhaps a demonstration. These are daph’s things…daph’s…’toys’…’
An idea where she was going with this began forming. ‘Go on.’
‘I want to try them…want YOU to try them. On me.’
I smiled, trying not to have it turn into a wide-eyed grin. Cock, on the other hand, wasn’t being quite as discreet. Good thing I was seated so I could conceal myself under my hands and forearms.
‘…first: you’re…how old?’
Cassie smiled. ‘Came along one year after daph. So…’
‘Old enough.’
‘Yep.’
‘Good enough. Let’s see whatcha got.’
cassie, paused, alternating her gaze between the trunk she continued to kneel in front of and meeting my eyes. Standing up again, she said…’you mean…you mean like…?’
Shrugging and then unbuttoning her blouse, it appeared cassie had given this some advance thought. As nipples and auroleas the same color as daph’s came into view, engorged glans protested loudly at the sight of cassie’s somewhat larger breasts. Biting her lips in that OH-so coyly arousing way that girls do, next off was cassie’s skirt, revealing – surprise of surprises – no panties, but a lovely triangle of dark, bushy fur below midriff.
Yum.
‘No, that wasn’t ENTIRELY my meaning…’ I said, pausing for effect while not being disappointed by the crimson hue that colored cassie’s face, ‘but…no matter. You’re naked now. What I meant was, what would you like to TRY.’
‘Oh. OH! Well, of course,’ cassie smiled nervously, her nipples arching atop stippled auroleas. ‘I was…thinking…’ she said, dipping into the suitcase, ‘…this?’
A sturdy, but well-worth checking the flexibility of, riding crop was now held, gingerly, in cassie’s hands, as if in reverence.
‘Well.’ I said with mock surprise. ‘I didn’t realize daph was into, erm, ‘equestrian pursuits.’
‘Actually? It’s mine.’ cassie said, turning the crop in her hands as she studied it. ‘For HORSE riding? I took some lessons a couple of years ago, and after that, daph, well…comandeered it. Seems. But I knew where it went.’
My smile remained as I watched cassie carefully. Self-consciousness seemed to overtake as I stared, and she dropped the crop in her hand to one side and covered her muff with the other.
‘I see.’
Cassie was obviously becoming more and more flustered, making me wonder how she’d imagined this scenario playing itself out. Did she think I’d simply jump her, beating her with the crop and then fucking her, or maybe doing both at the same time? Oh, the possibilities!
I decided, considering it appeared Cassie was at least looking for me to make the first move, I’d oblige – the only consideration being the fact that, as she drew closer, so much harder would it be to contain my straining cock.
‘Come,’ I said, patting the bed. ‘Join me.
Please.’
Needing no further encouragement, Cassie came to daph’s bedside and sat down near me. She was still visibly flushed, with nipples hard and – was that a whiff of damp vagina I smelled, from between her legs?
Deciding that valour, at least in the initial phase, would help ease things, I put my hand behind her head. Drawing her close, she gasped, then closed her eyes. Her mouth opened against mine, accepting my tongue. Falling back on the bed, her legs spread apart, bent at the knees and with her feet still on the floor. Taking the riding crop from her hand, I began slowly drawing it between her legs.
‘Aah…’ cassie moaned, lifting a hand to my head. Pulling me closer, the intensity of our kissing increased as I ran the end of the crop between her lips. She bucked, and shivered, her nipples hard. Pressing the crop in an inch or two, cassie drew up her legs. I thought about pulling down my pants and pushing cock inside ass at that point, but kept control, not wanting to frighten her unduly.
‘Hit…me…’ cassie whispered, one of her fingers pointing toward her tits. ‘Please…’
Considering her request, I pulled back from her mouth. Her eyes opened in surprise.
‘Roll over,’ I commanded – and, with barely a pause (but with eyes open even wider), she obliged me.
Cassie’s ass was also bigger than daph’s. She was definitely more Rubenesque than her sister, but that simply made me all the harder. The bigger the cushion…
THWACK!
I tested the crop for resilience on the bed as cassie gasped.
‘That was just a test drive.’ I said, reassuringly. Then…
THWACK!
I brought the crop down firmly across her cheeks. She bounced.
THWACK!
‘AAH!’ cassie moaned. ‘Yes!’
THWACK! THWACK! Hard, and harder – much like my cock, actually.
Scarlet lines became visible, even despite the lovely mocha color of cassie’s skin.
THWACK!
‘Ooh…please…’
I could take the strain no more. Setting the crop down as cassie turned her head to look at me, I quickly slid out of my jeans and shorts. Going overtop of her, I slid my precum-slick’d glans along her crack, nestling shaft along it. Pushing glans against her lips, cassie gasped as I pushed inside. Holding that position as I picked up the crop, I began riding her ass while gripping her hair with my free hand. cassie pushed her arms under her, drawing herself up to meet my thrusts, and I continued hitting her – albeit not as hard – along her side and arm with my crop hand.
‘Are you a virgin?’ I asked, gasping between thrusts.
‘I…aah…was…aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh…’ cassie gasped, then shuddered, an orgasm shaking her body.
Just as she came, I did, too, pulling out in time to coat her crack and cheeks with my cum.
‘Appears I got your cherry, baby,’ I groaned, rolling over onto the bed beside cassie.
‘You’re welcome,’ she giggled, twitching her bum and moving to wrap her arms around me.
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Easy Come Easy Go: A Look at Orgasm Control
I came before I was ready
Relationships and age difference
PolyAnna’s Musings: Different is Good, Right?
Seriously Proud Queer
Spanking Kink of the Week
How to Be Good in Bed
A Thousand Small Unhappinesses
What’s in a Number?
The Absence ofHow to Tell if a Man is Gay
Stop Shitting on the Bottoms
It’s Not Misandry, You’re a Douchebag
Caning: To count or not to count
Slavery and Social Death, by O. Patterson
His Eyes Hungry. His Body Pleads: Use Me!
Toilet Whore
And then, I apologized.
Wicked Wednesday: A little bit of confusion
The Moment
Detached
Waxing Lyrical
The “L” word
Gorge
Lolita Twenty-Thirteen, Part Three
Difficult
Girl on Girl
The Moment I Felt Owned
Tasting Her
Acting on Instructions
Final Cruise
Quickie
A Lazy Sadistic Orgasm
I had 8 days of sex.
An hour together
Cheerful Disappointment
What is Erotic?
The Coin Flip
Playing with Adam
A Trip to the Hardware Store
Fall From Grace
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Copyright 2013 M2B
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I was hot, sweaty, and nearly out of air when you finally opened the car trunk.
‘Sorry about that!’ you exclaimed, hesitating a little before sitting on the edge of the trunk and putting a hand on my leg. ‘You ok?’
‘Sheesh! Yeah, I’ll live, daph,’ I exclaimed, filling my lungs with the still-warm, pre-evening air while stretching out as best I could.
‘Quick thinking, though, suggesting I jump in the trunk when the police showed up. Close call, huh.’
You smiled down at me while glancing around nervously, your dress and hair delightfully rumpled. You’d parked on a quiet side-street and, fortunately, no one was around.
‘I’ll say. We still have to be careful, though. Was all I could to convince the cops not to escort me home like they wanted. That doesn’t mean we’re safe yet.’
Cock rose at the realization that I still had your panties in my pocket – to say nothing of the fact that you weren’t wearing them – and the way the sun was hitting you, I could just make out the curve of your mound. I wondered if you were moist, and I shifted my hips so I could reach into my pocket.
‘So,’ I groaned, propping myself up stiffly while fingering your still-wet panties, ‘what’s the plan?’
‘Well, I have to go home. No way around it,’ you smiled, noticing my gaze. ‘The police would be on me fast if I didn’t arrive there straight away, and besides, my folks are worried sick. So the police said.’
‘Hmm,’ I puzzled, drooping a little. ‘Understood, love. Guess I’d better get used to my confines…at least until we arrive home. Not that I have a clue what we’ll do then…’
‘…yeah…’ you said. ‘No, I expect the jig will be up by then and you’ll be sent off to prison or something.’ You smiled, and crossed your arms, letting one hand drift over your mound while trying not to stare at my increasingly uncomfortable bulge.
‘What to DO?’ I asked, a slight shake in my voice – not so much from fear (though that certainly was a factor) as from excitement, watching you watch me. Unzipping my pants, I finally released my cock, much to its relief.
Glancing around once again, you paused briefly before bending down. ‘Geeze, Alex, don’t you think we’re in enough trouble already?’ you said while raising me vertically and sucking me into your mouth.
‘…well, if this is the end, how about a ‘last supper’?’ you smiled, a glint in your eye as you looked at me sideways.
‘daph!’ I exclaimed, my hips writhing under your head. ‘A bit sacrilegious…aah…aren’t you?’
‘Mmm,’ you replied, cock now fully in mouth as your bobbed up and down on it. ‘I’ll say a few extra ‘Hail Marys’ at bedtime, ok?’
‘And I’ll…aah…make sure you do…’
Pulling your dress up over your hips, I dug my nails into your hips as you sucked. As you leaned into me, I pressed my fingers in-betwixt your cheeks, applying some cunt juice to your rose.
Just as I pressed inside your bum-button, I came, filling your mouth with cum.
‘Mmm!’ you said, allowing my sticky liquid to dribble from your mouth onto my crotch.
‘A last supper, indeed…’ you smiled, wiping your mouth with your hand.
‘See what’s come over me? What you’ve done?’
‘Saints preserve us,’ I sighed, I quipped, my legs cramping up again.
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Livia Has a Crush
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Before
All About the Collar
Dirty Little Secret
Honesty
Master’s Valentine’s ToDo List
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Ma’am’s Turn (First Meeting Part 3)
Nipple torture and girl love
The Boundary
I’m in the Mood
Skin
Memories
Lolita Twenty-Thirteen, Part Two
Want
A Quick Preview
Lindsey’s Orgasm
Blog Jammin’
Postponing the Inevitable
Watching Has its Own Rewards
A Farewell Torment
Writhe
I want to lick your pussy
Cap D’Agde 2012 Foam Party
Dirty Hot
Eighty-Five Minutes
Saying Goodnight
Hundreds of orgasms
our open marriage- mina’s date
1+1+1= My first threesome
Writing Sex Scenes
Beginnings and Endings
Glass Bottle
One Cole the Dane + One WeVibe Salsa = Orgasm
Epiphora’s beginner’s guide to sex toy review
Very Inspiring Blogger Award
Erotic Eroticon
Finessing Sex- A Snippet Of Fiction
Eroticon Highlights
Bite Me
In the Back Seat of the Bus
Transmogrification
Gelüste
Oiled Seduction
Copyright 2013 M2B
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daphne shifted gears without a hitch. Her previous look of distraction clouded over into…something else. Something…darker.
‘How could you? What were you thinking?’
Alex glanced over at her, a smile of incredulity crossing his face.
‘Wasn’t the only one there, you know. What happened to ‘no worries’?’
‘Know? Do I ever. Perhaps you remember my AUNT, poking up from under the stall?’
Alex smiled.
‘Oh, I noticed, all right. She was so cute, all red in the face. Wasn’t my point, though.’
daphne paused as we slowed for a traffic light. ‘Point being? Apart from the one…which is currently the source of the damp spot between my legs…’
daphne tried stifling a smile while rubbing her sticky thighs together.
‘You were right there, split by my cock, love,’ Alex said, glancing out the window as the light changed and daphne fired up the engine once again. ‘We’re close…’
‘Yeah, I remember where you said you were staying. Luxurious. Here we are.’
Screeching into the parking lot, the cool night air hit us as daphne and Alex exited her car. A few short steps and they were into Alex’s motel room – modest, but affordable accommodations, for only a few thousand pesos per hour.
Crashing onto the bed, it was all Alex could do not to fall asleep right then and there. It had been a long day, after all.
daphne stood over Alex, a look of incredulity still crossing her face.
Taking her cue, Alex replied in as gentlemanly a way as possible. ‘Umm…great seeing you? Thanks for the lift?’
Incredulity changed to shock as fast as it had taken for daphne to change gears.
‘Thanks? THANKS? Not knowing what my Aunts have told my other relatives? Not knowing what’s going to happen when I return home? THANKS? That’s what you’re offering?’
Alex tried to offer a pout, but with daphne standing there, all a-fluster and in that hot – and by now, presumably rather sticky and sweaty – crimson dress, it was all he could do not to unzip, to allow boner its freedom.
‘We’ll come up with an explanation, love, so let’s not spoil the rest of the evening, ok?’ Alex said, patting the bedspread beside me. ‘C’mon…’
daphne crossed her arms, considering. ‘Well, if this IS to be my last night on earth…’
Alex smiled, holding out his arms. ‘That’s my girl…’
daphne fell into Alex, then, the weight of her body crushing against Alex’s hard cock as their lips met. While sucking daphne’s tongue into his mouth, Alex squeezed her tight buns, firmly gripping the dress covering her cheeks. Pulling the dress upward, Alex slipped his hands inside daphne’s panties, pulling them down. She gasped as fingers trailed between cheeks, grazing rose as they headed toward daphne’s previously slicked slit, pleased to find it still warm and hot. Sticking fingers inside, Alex began stroking where cock was soon to re-enter.
Rolling to one side, daphne quickly found Alex’s zipper. Unzipping his pants, she pulled down his shorts, taking cock in hand. By this time the straps of daphne’s dress were off her shoulders, and with Alex’s free hand he pulled the zipper on her dress down, releasing her breasts. Gnawing her cheek, then down her neck, soon Alex’s mouth was on her left breast as he greedily sucked daphne’s nipple into his mouth.
‘I’m going to be in so…much…tru…truuu…aah…’ daphne attempted to say.
‘Shh…’ Alex whispered, releasing daphne’s tit briefly before resuming his sucking, licking and biting. ‘Not while I’m eating.’
Going on all fours, daphne pulled Alex’s pants and shorts off while stripping off her dress. daphne’s panties were still halfway down her legs as she slowly pressed her mound against Alex’s cock, rubbing sensuously, a look of bliss crossing her face and half-closed eyes. Grabbing her forcefully as she started, Alex flipped daphne over onto her back, pulling off her panties as he did so. daphne’s legs instinctively wrapped around Alex’s torso, just above his ass as he rubbed between slit and cheeks.
‘…in…IN…’ daphne insisted, eyes a-flutter and nipples taut. In Alex went, too, pressing glans against rose as daphne’s eyes opened wide. ‘Aah!’ she exclaimed, and Alex could see a look of hesitation, fear and excitement in her gaze.
‘Relax, I’ll be…GEN…tle,’ Alex moaned, parting daphne’s bum.
‘Oh…my…god…’ daphne moaned, in time to Alex’s ass-fucking. As she didn’t seem to be in any particular distress, though, Alex pressed his advantage, pounding cock between cheeks with determined possessiveness.
The bed squeaked as they fucked, with Alex taking turns sucking on daphne’s tongue and chewing on her tits. He rammed her as hard as he could, taking care to ensure she wasn’t in any *undue* pain.
‘I…love…you…’ Alex gasped, breathlessly, their momentum at this point AT the point where he was about to explode.
‘I…I…aah…’ was about all daphne could muster in reply. It was enough.
Pulling out, Alex came, squirting his cum on daphne’s tum and between her breasts. Collapsing on top of her and kissing her deeply again, Alex’s cum on daphne’s tits matted his chest hair as the sweat of the two lover’s bodies caused them to cling together.
After what seemed like an eternity, Alex rolled to daphne’s side, pulling her toward him. They snuggled then, kissing softly and stroking each other gently.
Groggily pulling back the covers, they eased into the bed, collapsing into each others arms once again.
‘So,’ daphne whispered, kissing Alex on the lips. ‘What ARE we going to do?’
Squeezing daphne tightly, Alex kissed her forehead. ‘Have a good night’s sleep, my love. We’ll figure tomorrow out when it comes.’
daphne looked at Alex with concern but, noting that his eyes were already closed, decided not to press the issue further.
At least until sunrise.
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Detective Ramirez set down the phone and got up from his desk.
‘The APB we have out on the abducted girl. Her car was spotted at the ‘Muchacho Motel’ just outside the city.’
Setting down the report he’d been working on, Agent Sanchez grabbed his holster and strapped it around his waist.
‘Let’s go.’
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Alex kissed daphne, passionately, as they lay, naked in bed, the sun just beginning to stream in as dawn broke. They hadn’t gotten much sleep, but Alex, for one, really hadn’t wanted to. Everything he wanted was finally in his arms – all the grace, beauty, warmth…a heart pulsing wildly, matching his own. He wanted it to last. Forever.
‘I…love…’ daphne sighed, between kisses.
Alex’s cock…and every other part of him – was in complete agreement. It could be seen in his eyes, without so much as a word.
Planting kisses on daphne’s cheek, Alex continued down her neck, and between her breasts. Taking a nipple between his fingers, Alex held it firmly, increasing pressure as he met daphne’s gaze. Just as her eyes widened and her pelvis lurched, Alex released, smiling. Then, to the melodious sound of daphne’s gasping, Alex PINCHED…and daphne started.
‘Owww…that hurt,’ daphne pouted, her bottom lip extended. ‘So much for ‘love’…’
Alex smiled. ‘What do you mean? So much for love,’ he said, feigning indignity. ‘You knew what I was like, going in, right?’
daphne paused, biting her lower lip while carefully eyeing Alex’s fingers on her breast.
‘Yeah. I guess. Carry on, then…Sir.’
‘Say ‘please’.’
‘Owww! Aaaah…’puh-LEEZE…Sir Alex…’
daphne’s thighs squeezed together as Alex increased the pressure on her nipple.
‘That’s more like it.’
Cupping daphne’s breast, Alex began kneading it while drawing circles ’round the circumference of her aurolea with his index finger. daphne’s gaze alternated between watching Alex’s hand – perhaps mistrustfully? – and meeting his eyes, possibly for signs of intent.
Like Alex would give anything away.
‘Mine,’ Alex stated, squeezing firmly.
‘Gaa…YOURS…Sir…’ daphne winced, drawing her legs up, seemingly in a protective stance.
‘I love you, too, you know,’ Alex said, kissing daphne on the forehead. ‘More than you can imagine.’
‘I know…I know…’
Of a sudden, daphne was off in a distant place – one Alex was wary of, but one he’d hoped to have warded off, for at least a few more blissful moments.
‘How long, d’ya think.’
‘Mmm?’ daphne met my Alex’s again, then lowered hers.
‘Your relatives…your dad…the Colombian Mafia…’ Alex cajoled.
daphne managed a half-smile. ‘Oh, I don’t think the MAFIA would be called out…just for YOU…’
‘No. Not…for ME.’
‘Mmm. Well…to be honest? Theyr’e probably closing in on us as we speak, love. If I know my Dad. To say nothing of the rest of my relatives.’
‘Mmm.’
As cock went flaccid, Alex’s eyebrows raised. After a brief moment pondering, he sat up. Scrabbling for his glasses and putting them on, he shifted his weight over the side of the bed and reached for the clothes the two lovers had abandoned barely moments before. ‘Guess we might want to consider going.’
Placing daphne’s clothes beside her on the bed, Alex began dressing in his. Noticing daphne hadn’t moved, he paused.
‘What.’
‘Where do you think we’ll go? Where can we possibly?’
Zipping up his jeans, pulling his tee over his head and adjusting his glasses, Alex replied ‘you remembered your passport?’
‘PASS…well, yes, but…I mean…where? THERE? I mean…away…I just…don’t…’
Standing up after pulling on his runners, Alex motioned with his finger toward daphne’s clothes.
‘Yes. It’s insane. I know. We could be stopped…anywhere…en route. We could be stopped at the airport. I am fully aware of how this COULD end, daphne. I’ve read ‘Romeo and Juliette’. Saw ‘Natural Born Killers, too.’
daphne simply glared, momentarily uncertain. Could he know?
Naah…not possible. ‘Now’s not a time for jokes, love.’
daphne had managed to slip her dress over her head and had pulled it down by this point. Looking around, she said ‘where…are my panties?’
Smiling, Alex patted his pocket. ‘In a safe place.’
‘Bra, too?’
‘No, I thought we’d leave that here for the authorities to find. It’s got both our DNA on it, after all.’
‘Asshole!’ daphne laughed.
‘Yes, probably some cum from there dripped down, too. I licked up as much as I could.’
daphne swatted Alex then as he got up to peer out of the venetian blinds. ‘Shh, now. Ok, it looks like the coast is clear…at least for the moment.’
‘Such a drama queen,’ daphne said, smiling while gripping Alex’s buns while looking over his shoulder. ‘You’re SURE the army, and the navy…and the entire Colombian Drug Cartel aren’t just outside our door, waiting…’
‘Army! NAVY!’ Alex snorted. ‘Drug Cartel, now…maybe…’
Swatting Alex again, daphne turned and picked up her purse.
‘Oh THERE’S my bra!’ she exclaimed, opening her purse and pulling it out.
