No Moral to the Story... Yet

Jack sits across the table form me at dinner, visibly annoyed.

I know he won't actually get mad, per se' but he is annoyed with me.

I have been driving my point home pretty hard about the soul-sucking parasite girl.

At first he was amused, but then I went too far.

He waves his hand and tells me enough.

"But..." I begin, but stop as his hand goes up again and fire flashes in his eyes.

"Ok, fine, but I don't want to hear about it anymore." I state emphatically and a wry grin comes across his face.

"Well," he begins, the edge in his voice barely contained, "Besides the fact that there is nothing to tell, I don't believe I was the one who brought it up to begin with." And waves his hand for the check.

I try to make small talk but he isn't having it. He pays the check and tells me he will get the car and I wait in front of the restaurant for him.

The night is beautiful with a soft breeze coming in off the lake and I start to feel wistful and a little sorry I have annoyed him.

A few minutes later, I see Jack's car approaching, but instead of stopping for me in front of the restaurant, he pulls into the alley just south of the building.

As I turn into the alley, Jack gets out of the car and walks around the front toward me. I stop and begin walking backwards, away from him and the car. he gets to me and grabs my wrist, pulling me toward him as a protest begins.

Yanking me around the front of the car I'm teetering on stilettos as he pulls me against him, wrapping his arms around my waist.

I can feel his heart beat and think I detect something hard against my hip. My own heart flutters and I swallow hard as he flips me around and folds me over the front of the car.

He leans in against me, grabbing me around the waist and pulls me back as he kicks my feet apart.

I hear his zipper as he reaches between my legs and rips my panties to one side, shoving his hard cock into my pussy. I'm bent over the hood, my head down, my ass in his hands.

His hand in my hair, pulling me back to hiss in my ear...

"Is this what you're afraid I'll do to her?" as he thrusts harder into me.

All I can manage as he assaults me are guttural sounds, whimpers of breath as he fucks me and my pussy grabs him.

"Is it?" he demands, grinding against me as he reaches around and rubs my clit.

"Yes..." An answer that comes out more as a whisper.

Jack stops thrusting and rubs my clit faster with his two fingers, keeping my legs wide apart with his knees. My short skirt is up over my hips, my panties torn off and somewhere in the alley and he has gotten just the right pressure on my clit that he knows I will do anything he wants.

"Say it." He demands.

"Yes."

"Louder!"

His fingers are circling my swollen little clit, my knees are spread on the hood of the car and he begins thrusting slowly into me.

"Yes... oh yessssss" I answer as I feel myself cumming.

He stops short of my orgasm and pulls out.

"Good. Glad we have that settled" he answers as he zips his pants up and gets in the car, leaving me looking at him through the windshield, still in a wild stance on the hood.

He gestures for me to get in.

I hesitate as I plan my revenge.

But only for a moment.

The Beginning of the Story...

Jack is one of those guys that rarely if ever gets angry.

He is one of the most even tempered men I have ever known.

Sometimes he infuriates me.

The past few months have been one of those times.

There's this girl who drives me crazy and not in a good way. She is a soul-sucking parasite disguised as a nice person. 

We all know this.  Jack knows this too.  

I can deal with her on a limited basis and at times I even feel charitable toward her, and am always pleasant when I see her and nice if she behaves nicely.

Every single time she fucks me over somehow. Or one of our group of friends.

Anyway, lately she has been hanging around Jack.  Showing up when he is out places, or stopping by his house...

It's like a teenager with a crush only it isn't cute and it isn't innocent.

When any of us mentions it he just smiles and shrugs. Says he knows her game so he isn't too concerned. Believes in the good in all people, even soul-sucking parasites.

He's very Zen.

Like I said, completely infuriates me sometimes.

Finn says I am just jealous.

I don't think that's it.

I just wish she would stay away from him because I don't want to see him get fucked.

Fucked over.

OVER.

Yeah, that too.

I brought it up to him and he smiled and told me he could take care of himself.

Yada yada yada....

(There's a point to this story.... trust me)

Covert...

Finn slips his two fingers between my smooth lips as I close my thighs tightly around them.

He rubs my clit in small circles and I believe for just a moment that I will be able to pull this off without anyone knowing.  The room is crowded and noisy and no one seems to be paying any attention to us.

Except for Finn's best friend Jared. 

Jared is across the room watching.  His longish scruffy blonde hair falls over one eye but that does nothing to deter him from the piercing gaze he has laid upon us.

My right arm is wrapped around Finn's waist and my left hand grips his bicep as I lay my head against his arm. He is too tall for me to rest my chin on his shoulder, even in heels, and I cannot take my eyes from Jared's.

It doesn't take long for my breathing to start jumping, as my clit swells and responds to Finn's fingers.  He whispers secrets in my ear and laughs when he finds out Jared is watching. 

Jared watches intently as I am having a hard time standing still. My legs shake and I cling to Finn and whisper that I think he should stop.

He looks at me with those indigo eyes and breaks out into a killer grin.

"Now why in the world would I want to do that?" he asks, not really expecting or wanting, an answer.

I can't manage much else so I lay my head on his chest and close my eyes, knowing I am about to cum any minute.  I'm trying so hard to stay quiet but I know my ability and sometimes I can cum discreetly and sometimes I can't.  I try to explain to Finn that this is one of "those times".

He nods and ignores me.

Hitting him will draw more attention to us.

Wrestling myself away will also.

So instead I lock eyes with Jared and watch as he strokes his bottle of beer.  I don't think he even knows he is doing it.

And just as I think I am going to be able to cum quietly, Jared smiles ever so slightly and his hand goes down to the crotch of his jeans and grabs his very hard cock.

My clit ignites and I grab Finn so hard I put welts in his arm as I cum.

And THEN I wrestle myself away from him but I cannot move.  I lean back against the wall breathing heavily as my head spins.

Finn puts his fingers to his nose and inhales deeply before slipping them into his mouth.

SO hot.

When I Travel...

I miss her scent.

The smell of her skin.  That clean, fresh girl smell.

The smell of her hair. Fresh and slightly flowery.

The silkiness of her skin, running my fingers down the insides of her arms when they are tied above her head.

Her curves, with muscles underneath them that flex when she is ready to do battle.

The sweat the trickles in between her breasts when she is fighting to cum.

But better than all that is the smell of her pussy.

The heady, slightly musky scent the lingers on my fingers when I run them between her lips.

I don't think there is any better scent that that in the world.

When I opened up my suitcase in Toronto and found a paid of panties in there I had to smile.

It was hot, and definitely fed my night time fantasies, but still didn't compare to coming home and having her laid out in front of me on the dining room table.

Back in the Saddle....

I hope anyway.

Jeez it has been the busiest couple of months with real life getting in the way.

My business partners and I have been working on launching a new endeavor that is going to ROCK!  But it has taken every waking moment finishing the website and getting all the swag made and the promotional material made and whew.... I'm tired.  But exhilarated at the same time.

Believe it or not, with Finn in Toronto the past few weeks I have not thought much about sex.  Jack is sort of in love with some new girl so he is off limits and while I still have a stable I can call up when need be (I'm lucky that way) truthfully that has taken more energy than I have had the past few weeks.

Until last night.

Finn called me from Toronto.  He was getting on a plane.  He didn't know if he would have the energy to see me....

Two weeks he has been gone.  

Not enough energy is unacceptable, but knowing how I have been the past month I just said ok and to call me if he changed his mind.

By the time he was in a cab going home from the airport, he was on the phone, whispering how hard his cock was and how much it ached.

Before he had hung up, I was getting in the car.

Ache?  I knew that ache.  I felt it.

An hour later I am naked on the dining room table as he kneels between my legs, licking the insides of my thighs so lightly that I am shivering.  The cool night air comes in through the windows and I don't know whether it is that or Finn's tongue that has my nipples so hard they could cut glass.

He runs his fingers down my sides before wrapping his arms around my thighs and pulling me toward him, sealing his mouth against my pussy lips. 

My hips move involuntarily in circles, grinding my pussy against his mouth as his tongue teases me. We both know as soon as I cum I will become demanding and need him inside me and as the tension builds in my clit, the familiar ache starts also.

I grab his hair and wrap my legs around his shoulders. He looks up at me and moving his mouth away, smiles at me.  Knowing how close I am, he starts to tease, running his fingers between my soaked folds, playing with my ring, kissing my clit and flicking his tongue lightly against it before moving his thumb over the hood. The ring moves under the skin while the bead hits the head.

My fingers go down to guide him and he grabs my wrists and stands up, his hard cock slipping inside me.

Just the head. 

Oh, so we're playing that way?

Laughing, with my legs wrapped around his waist, I also wrap my hands around his wrists, pulling him toward me.  I watch the muscles bulge in his biceps and run down his forearms.

Did I mention I love forearms?  Yeah, some guys have awesome forearms.  Guitarists have awesome forearms.

Finn is a guitarist. So is Jack.

But I digress.

I also love to wrestle for control.

I love when my partner fights back.

Finn fights back.

I almost win but eventually he has me pinned.

And as he pins me to the table, he shoves his cock all the way inside me...

I'm such a gracious "loser".

Thick...

The air is thick and hot and hangs like the moss on the trees outside in the moonlight.

We lay on our backs on the crisp white sheets, listening to the fan above us.

Thud. Whoosh. Thud. Whoosh.

I pray for the air to come down from the high ceiling or a breeze to move in off the water.

The crickets sing through the fan's chorus.

Slowly, I reach over to tickle the lower part of his belly, watching his reflexes and the muscles tighten as he tries not to laugh.

Absently I continue, running circles around his navel with my fingertips.  

He sighs contentedly and I move up and down lightly tracing lines along his thighs, around his belly, never touching his cock.  It's a game we play and it takes no time before it is reaching for me, begging me to wrap my hand around it.

But I don't.  Not yet.  It's way too much fun to have him squirming.

I'd make him beg if it weren't so damned hot.

Finally, he begins to squirm and turns toward me, poking my hip with his long, hard cock.

I laugh and begin to protest about how hot it is but he is over me, running a trail of precum down my belly to the cleft of my pussy.

I try to open my legs but his are on the outside holding them together.

Slowly he begins pushing against my lips, until the head of his cock slides against my clit, but no further.

Braced above me, he grabs my hips for leverage and grinds his cock slowly into the cleft, the lips sucking on the juicy head as we both begin to sweat.

Him from the heat; me from the swelling in my clit, the tingling in my toes....

He reaches up for my arms, leans over to kiss me and releases my legs, sliding into my cunt as I cum.

Just in time for him to fuck me.

The Great Pretender...

The plagiarist is making her blog "friends only". I would have been happier if she had just taken the ones that belonged to me down. But I guess she will continue to troll the ether and steal what does not belong to her.

What pissed me off the most, not that stealing does not make me mad, were the comments from people saying what an amazing writer she was.

No, that would be ME and all the other people she stole from. (I know, the sentence should really read: "from which she stole". Cut me some slack, I'm crabby)

On a happier note, the project I have been (happily) handcuffed to is taking shape and still means the next month or two is going to be blindingly busy, but last night Finn showed up to sing me to sleep.

Mmm... I love the way he sings....

Imitation ??

Is the sincerest form of flattery.

I'll second that.

But what about plagiarism?

Not so much.

In fact, it makes me really angry.

I write for a living, in many realms, many genres. It pays my bills but I also write because it is what I love.

Someone has stolen 3 or more of my posts and pretended they were her own.

She posts on Adult Friend Finder and one of my readers sent me the links.

She's stolen a lot of other bloggers' posts too.

If you want the scoop, I'll be glad to give you the links if you send me an email.

You have to have an AFF account which, believe it or not, I didn't have.

It was worth it to me to be able to read my work being passed off as hers.

Such a snaky thing for someone to do, don't you think?

The Moment of Surrender...

Finn signals silence with his finger across his lips as he slides his half naked body on top of mine.

There's a room full of people on the other side of the wall and we're supposed to be sleeping, which makes everything more delicious and naughty.

He lifts my t-shirt so his bare skin is against mine and I can feel his cock, pressing insistently into the crotch of my already moist panties.

We kiss quietly, my fingers running through his long hair and then running down his back to slip into the sides of his underwear, tugging at them.

Knowing we should not be doing what we are about to do only adds to the excitement felt between us.  He is biting my bottom lip and my nipples are so hard they hurt. 

Reaching down, Finn, slides the crotch of my panties aside and slips into me. I gasp and try to keep quiet as he slowly grinds his hips against mine, his shaft coming into contact with my clit, moving the bead of my piercing methodically up and over the head.

My nails grab his biceps; his kisses turn more violent as our bodies heat up.  Not daring to go faster, we dance together with common purpose and some restraint.

My ankles lock around his waist.  I pull him in as hard as I can and arch my back.  He takes my arms and pushes them above my head, pinning me down.

The mating dance, brutal and beautiful, a fight for control and release.

Hearts pounding, blood pumping, impulses firing.

Until the very moment of surrender.

Life Gets in the Way!

I hate when that happens!

I believe I speak for both of us when I say we're sorry we've been so scarce lately.

I am working on a huge writing project that is taking up most of my time. It's rewarding and exciting, though not in "that" way but is an amazing endeavor that will, as it comes to fruition, cascade into an even bigger project that (fingers crossed) will take on a life of its own.

That said, it does not leave a lot of time and energy for writing the saucier side of life.  

And Finn has been on a job site for the past week, so we're barely getting any time alone.

Booooooo......

But I promise we'll be around very soon.  We hope to get to hang out tomorrow night as I have to get back to brain storming with my two business partners on Sunday.

Just wanted y'all to know what was up!

xo

Closely....

Sometimes when I am horny, I enjoy savoring it, and waiting, in the anticipation of what is to come later. Definitely, the anticipation is a lovely addition to foreplay.

Then there are other times, like earlier this afternoon, where I need to ride my "buzz" so to speak, and if my partner is not up for sex at the moment, I will take things into my own hands, usually with him right there next to me, reading or working. That way, I'm guaranteed of getting participation from him of some kind. 

So coming back from the bathroom, I walk in, lock the door and Finn laughs. I shimmy out of my jeans and panties, but leave my t-shirt on and gathering up lube and one of my favorite friends, climb back into bed next to where he is sitting reading through some project plans on his laptop.

I drip the lube in between my freshly shaved pussy lips and turn the vibe on low. The silicone sleeve makes a whooshing sound as it slides between my inner lips and toward my clit. I linger with it on low, not wanting to rush. After a few minutes though, I am aware of him watching me. My nipples get just a little bit harder, my clit a little bit more sensitive. I love when he watches me.

The vibe slides down and into my hungry pussy. The bumps on the sleeve feel harsh against my flesh, still tender from last night's pounding. It's still good, made better by his watchful gaze.

Turning the vibe up, I circle my clit and spread my legs wider, bending my knees and pulling them up. He leans over slightly and I perform for him. My body responds and before I know it, my arms wanders across his lap and I slowly massage his growing shaft. He says nothing but leans toward me to allow me better access. He is wearing linen drawstring pants with no underwear, so this access is easy. I can feel the ridge around his head through the thin material and my mouth begins to water.

He groans his approval and in one swift movement his pants are untied and he is sliding out of them, presenting me with his beautiful hard cock.

"I need to fuck you" he growls, low and insistent. His hand strokes his shaft, the head beginning to drip.

He grabs my ass and pulls me toward him, biting my hip as I flow into him, wrapping my legs around his waist.

Slowly, with purpose and strength, he slides into me.

The Line

She crossed the line. I warned her that sometimes she teases just a bit too much.

Did she listen to me? No, of course not. She got that haughty look she gets and wiggled her hips at me, taunting and just begging me to take her down a notch.

When she was naked on the bed, and I was grinding my cock into her while biting her neck, she bit her lip but she didn't give in.

I wrapped my arm around her from behind and slid my hand down to play with her clit as I slowed my movements. We rocked together as the head of my cock pushed against the walls of her velvet cunt.

She gasped as I hit the right spot and I continued until she was stretching out, pulling away, hanging onto the edge of the bed, free falling into one helluva climax.

I was brutal, pounding into her as I pulled her hair, kissed her mouth fiercely.

Finally her hand went up.

Was it surrender?

Hardly.

She brought it around to grab my ass.

James...

... continues his work until Finn and I both start thrusting our hips toward his mouth.

"Get on the bed" I command and James is off his knees and lays down on his back on the bed, his own hard cock reaching out toward his hand.  He hesitates, and waits for me to nod before gripping it. 

I remember back to the first time I fucked him. How he was one of the boys who didn't want to be facing me when I popped his cherry. And even though I made sure he understood I wanted him facing me, I agreed to start with his back to me.  Looking down at him now, on his back, wrapping his long legs around me, pulling me toward him, I have to smile.

And snap open the bottle of lube with one hand.

Slowly he takes me in. I don't rush, begin to push, pull back slightly, feel him relax...

I wrap my arms around his thighs as he closes his eyes and grips his cock.  Finn watches, spellbound, as I pull James to me and his legs close even tighter around me. I know he is looking for space somewhere between us, but there is none.

He comes around behind me, moving slowly as if he isn't sure I will allow him to watch and places his hands on my hips.

I feel the urge to smack him away, but decide to let his hands stay as long as he doesn't try to guide me.  In my cock-possessing dominant brain I am hoping he gets this, but can't take the time, nor do I care to express it.  Finn will have to fend for himself if I strike.

As I fuck James harder, the sweat begins on my neck and between my breasts.  It is not for strength or work that I perspire, it is for possession. If I were standing completely still, it would begin to seep from my pores.

As soon as control is rendered to me.  Johnny used to consider it marking my territory; my own pheromone.

Finn's hands move from my hips as if burned. He moves my hair out of my face and I snap my head back. 

Turning through tendrils of blonde I smile, savagely.

"Go on, Finn..." I say in what I recall later as almost a sneer...

"Fuck his mouth."

In the Bedroom...

We undress quickly and I take note all 3 of our hard cocks, though theirs are far more impressive.

James drops to his knees in front of me and I slide my cock back into his mouth. Finn gingerly moves closer to me and I slide my arm around his waist, pulling him close.

Barely missing a beat, James wraps his hand around Finn's cock and turns his head, slipping the head over his tongue.  

Finn jumps and I hear that familiar catch in his breath again.

Together we entwine our hands in his hair, guiding him from one cock to the other.

Finn turns to me, kissing me deeply as James swallows first his cock, then mine....