I had plans for Friday, Saturday, and Sunday the 14^th.

Friday

I walked into a novelty shop and a cute little clerk dressed as a French maid approached me.

She said, “Welcome to Vanity’s Chest. Are you looking for anything special today?”

With a devilish smile, I said, “Yes, actually I am. I want to recreate my man.”

She was puzzled.

I explained. “I want to replicate my man’s penis.”

“Oh!” she snapped, “So you want a vibrator. Follow me. We have an amazing selection.”

I followed her to shelves holding big ones and small ones and colorful ones. She picked up a big blue one that had rings of pearls and a hummingbird attached. She pushed a button and it lit up. The pearls started rotating and the hummingbird’s little beak jittered at the speed of light.

I looked at it, and then back at her, “Wow… Interesting. But… my man doesn’t vibrate nor does he have a little hummingbird beak attached to him.”

She stood it back onto the shelf and said, “Perhaps you would like a dildo instead?”

I smiled and she led the way. On an adjacent wall there were more big ones, small ones, colorful ones, and even glass ones. Covered with a roadmap of veins and harry testicles, some of them were very realistic.

I looked at them then back at her and asked, “Do you carry silicone molding kits?”

“Oh… No. We sure don’t, but a crafts store may.”

I thanked her and headed for Michael’s Arts and Crafts.

When I walked in, I asked the clerk for their molding kits and she pointed me to aisle 7. I grabbed one, paid for it, and hurried out the door.

Later that evening, I took Victor into our master bath to indulge in some foreplay that included fun with my new silicone molding kit.

He looked at the concoction sitting on the sink and chuckled, “What are you up to now?”

I whispered in his ear, “You’ll see.”

He smirked. I did too.

I sat him on the edge of our huge marble tub, pushed his muscular thighs apart, and knelt between them.

I pulled out his thick penis and said, “Hello… there… Bishop.” then gave it a wet kiss.

I teased Bishop’s head with the tip of my tongue and both of my thumbs. And in no time, I had the perfect erect model in the palms of my hands.

Like a master sculptor, I covered Mr. B. with the warm molding mix, and then straddled one of Victor’s thighs with my pantiless wetness.

Nibbling and licking his hard chest, strong neck, and soft lips kept him hard and excited while my masterpiece was being complete.

After a couple of minutes, I eased Bishop out of the mold and into my juicy peach.

With my legs around his waist, arms over his shoulders, and fingers in his hair; he stood to his feet and the praises began.

From the tub to our bed, Victor held me in his arms as we rolled into ecstasy.

Saturday

Victor showered and shaved then kissed me passionately before he left for golfing.  While he was gone I finished my sculpture. I poured the liquid silicone into the molding and within a few hours it was complete.

It was beautiful.

It was sexy.

It was big.

It was the only thing that could get me off.

It was him.

I decided to take the silicone Bishop for a test drive.

I stood in the bathroom, put one foot on the counter, and watched in the mirror as I pushed and made it disappear deep into my peach. I watched the melting expression on my face, as my head slowly went back, as my eyelids slid to half moon, and I started to hear the sound that he loves.

The one that he owned but had to leave at home. The live sound of my moans.

I pulled Bishop out of me, got my laptop and iPod, and went back to bed. I adjusted the picture of Victor that sat on my night stand so that it faced me, popped in my ear buds, and then turned on a sexy song; 70’s Love Groove by Janet, the instrumental version.

With the volume on high, Victor’s scent perfuming our sheets, and a clone of his manhood in my hand; I logged onto my laptop and hit record.

Sexy music filled my ears and my legs slowly relaxed apart. The smooth head of his clone opening me up, its thickness pouring into me, and filling me up. I fell into a trance.

I moved it with Victor’s rhythm. The way he had eased inside and stayed shallow. Moved it in and out, teasing my g-spot. The way he slides deep inside of me and then pauses. The same way he pulled all the way out and swiped up… and down…. and made slippery… circles… around my clit. It felt so real. Nothing like pretend. Victor was with me, riding inside of me, and I was enjoying every inch of him.

My moans were filling the air and being recorded with my laptop microphone. I was capturing an MP3 of what he loves; the breathy sounds of me moaning his name while enjoying a voluptuous orgasm…

Sunday, February 14th, Valentines Day.

Victor had been out during the early part of the day preparing for our evening of valentine fun. He had planned a romantic night of finger foods and champagne overlooking the Pacific Ocean from the balcony of a secluded resort.

We enjoyed strawberries, mangos, and pineapple wedges. There were chocolates on the table for me and raw oysters for him. He was shirtless and bare foot, wearing loose fitting ivory pants with a drawstring, the kind that allowed Bishop to put on a show. I wore an ivory maxi dress, no bra, bare feet, and a sapphire g-string.

As the sun was setting, he looked at me, with eyes that told me that I was the most wonderful woman that he has ever known.

He said, “So, how do you like your chocolates?”

“Smooth… creamy… Like you. I love them.”

He blushed, “I love you too baby.”

I popped out of my chair and said, “I have something for you!”

With a smile that could launch a thousand ships, he said, “Oh yeah?”

“Yes I do… and guess what.”

“Don’t make me.”

“I made it myself.”

“Did you really? Baby that’s so sweet.”

I was excited. “Now you sit there and I will be right back.”

I went to my purse, took out a flat red box with a big black bow, and gave it to him.

Still smiling from ear to ear, showing all of his pearly whites. He said, “Thanks baby…”as he stood up and gave me a sweet kiss.

“What is it?”

“Just open it.”

He untied the black bow and took the lid off of the box.

He said curiously, “You wrapped my old iPod Touch?”

I giggled, put the ear buds in his ears, moved the touch pad to songs, and then tapped the track titled Juicy Valentine. As my sexy mp3 started to play, he turned his eyes toward me, licked and bit his bottom lip, and then…

A deliciously seductive tale…
With an unimaginable twist.
About a beautiful woman…
And her sweet tooth for a particular man…
“A Big Cup of Sugar”
Coming this summer July 2010.

Fresh Black Berries

I tipped the chauffer with a crisp one hundred dollar bill just before she drove away from the dock. I had been on several cruises in the past but this cruise was going to be different.
I was alone.
I was excited.
No date, no buddies, no human luggage.
What I was feeling could be summed up in one word. Freedom.
I could be whoever I wanted to be. Jason, Kenneth, Jonathon, or Victor. I was alone and on a cruise of endless possibilities, so my name didn’t really matter. The person wearing my white linen pants suit, Havana Stetson hat, Gucci sunglasses, and carrying the vintage luggage to match was part me, part my alter ego, and was ready for adventure and fun.
The summer time star was high in the sky, fondling beautiful bodies that were wearing bikinis and sundresses.
There were several pairs of Bermuda and Hawaiian swim trunks roaming around.
Some married. Some not.
All trying to make eye contact with their sexual fantasies, all who seemed to quickly become nothing more than muted silhouettes to me.
After listening to the usual safety rules, I headed to my cabin, unpacked, took a stroll out to the deck, sat at the bar then ordered a tropical drink. Just as I was about to tip the female bartender, a voluptuous cleavage walked over to the bar and tipped her for me.
Steel drum Calypso music and a constant hum of laughter and chatter faded in the distance when her breathy and seductive voice captured my ears.
She said to the bartender, “Allow me.” then handed her a fifty dollar bill.
Her voice was thick, under the influence of sex, and the ship had just set sail. She winked her long dark lash at the bartender, eyed me for a brief moment, then she casually eased away.

Just like that, she had me.
Just like that, I wanted to have her.
I wasn’t on the hunt but was ready for the chase.
I watched her tiny waist and string bikini walk away. I glanced over to the bartender. She gave me a thin smile. She looked at my lips, then licked hers.
I was speechless.

A direct message was sent to me from them.
Neither of them spoke to me, but I heard every word that they had said.
She turned her back to me and I took in the entire view of what she had offered me.
Mouthwatering.
The sexy tipper had vanished into the crowd, the bartender served drinks to more cruisers, and I people watched and enjoyed my drink.
I felt strange, wondered if that was how women were made to feel. Nothing like that had ever happened to me before.
I liked it.
It made me feel a tingle from the head of my penis to the center of my throat. Made my partner in crime start to swell, to get excited, to want to come out and get a bird’s eye view of what I had just seen.
I started talking to him, called him by his name; I had named him Harold because I had always liked that name. I told Harold to be cool, that we had seven whole days left to be on this ship, and he would have plenty of time to come out and play.
Before long the sun had started crossing the intersection between Earth and sky, so I headed back to my cabin to get ready for some night life activities.
As I approached my stateroom, I noticed a business card had been wedged in the cabin door. I looked around and snatched it out.
It read.
If you love big tippers, meet me near the bar at The Black Mango.
I had to read it twice; I thought I had read, “If you love big TITTIES…” And to think, I was a writer but at that moment, literature was the furthest thing from my mind.
I had heard a lot about this night club. The ship’s brochure had made it more than inviting.
I wanted to go.
I needed to go.
I opened my door, closed it behind me, poured myself a drink, and turned on the room’s SIRIUS Radio.
I was a man, had been targeted, hunted, tempted, seduced by beautiful strangers, strange women that I wanted to fuck, strangers that I hoped wanted to fuck me.
I showered, shaved away the shadow that had joined me at 5 o’clock, and then got dressed. I took one last look in the mirror before I walked out the door. My line-up was just right, the black button up and slacks felt and looked perfect on me that night.
Soft jazz paced my black leather footsteps through the ship’s carpeted halls, down the escalator, and to the sounds of R&B coming from the VIP entrance of The Black Mango.
I took a deep breath, popped an Altoid into my mouth, walked past club bouncers, dancing lip gloss, and men’s cologne. The live DJ was bobbing his head and encouraging the crowd through his microphone. The dimly lit dance floor was full of vacationers waving their half full shot glasses in the air. I looked over towards the bar and locked eyes with the lip licking bartender. She was pouring liquid courage from a slim bottle that she was holding up high above her head of wild curly hair.
Time stood still.
Sound slowed down.
Chatter evaporated. Everyone in the club disappeared into a shadow and an imaginary spotlight settled on the big tipper’s beautiful cleavage. There she was, sitting on the bar stool, waiting for me. Right then, time and sound caught up to speed, and I picked up my pace moving towards the bar.
I strolled over and cleared my throat. “Hello. I’m Harold… I mean Terrance.”
I was nervous. I ran my sweaty palms down the side of my pant leg and reached out to shake her hand. And it was a good thing that I had wiped my hand because she lifted it to her face and sucked my finger into her warm mouth.
I stood there feeling her strong wet tongue rolling around my finger, moving to the beat of R&B, and that made my thighs twitch. Made Harold start pressing his head against my zipper.
I didn’t want to be rude so I didn’t pull my finger out of her mouth.
When she finished sucking my finger, she said, “Harold… Terrance, you do remember your liquor from earlier?” She was smiling and pointing at the sexy bartender that she had so generously tipped.
“Of course. Is she your friend?”
“You can say that.” She crossed her thighs.
She said, “Did you enjoy your drink?”
I paused. “Yes… yes I did.”
“Do you want another one?”
My eyes found her cleavage then crawled up to her full lips.
I said, “I don’t want to be greedy?”
“Oh, but you should be.”
“You don’t say?”
“Yes I do… In fact…” She touched my lips with her fingertips. “I think you should have two this time.”
“Two?” I raised my brows.
My heart was racing, breathing was tight, and now Harold was really putting up a fight.
She said, “Let’s go back to your room.”
“Excuse me?”
She stood up, took an easy step close to me, and pressed her body against mine. She slid one hand around my waist, down and around my ass, then palmed and stroked my crotch with her other.
I got hard. I got weak. I got nervous.
She whispered in my ear, “Take me to your room.”
I chuckled, looked around, wondered if this was some type of a joke.
I had always dreamed of a having a night like this but thought it was always going to be something that would only happen inside of my head.
I played it cool. I said, “Right this way.”
She winked that same wink to the bartender as she had done earlier and then smiled at me. I took her soft hand and lead her out of R&B and into jazz, up the elevator and behind the doors of my stateroom where the SIRIUS Radio was still playing a different type of smooth jazz.
We had been silent on our travel back to my room, hadn’t said two words. Not until we were inside of my room.
No hesitation, she made herself comfortable on my small bed, slid out of her black dress, and twirled her finger in her shoulder length wavy hair. Without thinking, I moved so quickly towards her I had left the door slightly ajar. I stood in front of her and a blink later she had put her mouth on my crouch. She was tonguing and nudging Harold through the fabric of my slacks. He started jumping and throbbing and drooling. He wanted to be free.
I tangled my fingers in her hair and she unzipped my pants. I guided her head backwards and Harold slid deep into the back of her mouth. I watched her as she licked and moaned.
I played with her hair. I played with her hard nipples.
Her skin felt sticky, and she smelled sweet. I guided her head back and forth, watched Harold disappear into her mouth, then out past her lips.
She pulled her head all the way back, the tip of her tongue waved goodbye to Harold and then she stood up on the bed. With one of her hands she guided her hard nipple into my mouth. She had lotioned her body with real Hershey’s butterscotch and that’s what had made her feel, smell and now taste sticky-sweet. I was in another world, crazed, and heady. I was sucking and licking both nipples, moved my head fast, back and forth from one to the other. I was all choked up, I wanted to let out a man-scream but I didn’t, kept my thoughts to myself, didn’t want to say the wrong thing, I wanted to enjoy every second of this.
I was kissing and licking her neck. Harold was dying to get wet again. And to his and my surprise, in the next moment he did.
He was being licked and nibbled by a mysterious mouth. A mouth attached to a body that had crept into my room and was now kneeling beside me on the floor. I closed my eyes tight, afraid to look down. Harold was being swallowed sideways.
It felt so damn good; listening to the sound of two moaning women was oh so nice. I was tasting one woman and the other was tasting me.
Eyes still closed, I savored the moment.
I ran my tongue down the cleavage of one and directed the fast and slow pace of the other one.
My tongue found the candy coated slippery slit of one and my finger found the opening of the other.
My tongue tasted milk chocolate and fresh black berries and I loved it. My finger felt silky wetness of the other and she loved it.
I was eating one and feeding the other.
This was too much.
It was one of my wildest dreams and Harold and I were enjoying all of it.
I was about to come. About to come hard.
I finally opened my eyes and…

This story was inspired by one of my reader’s fantasies. Thank you Harold… I hope you enjoyed.
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Shadowy Figure

“John, it’s 11:30. You need to hurry up!”
“Yeah, I know.”
“Your lunch is on the counter.”
“Thanks baby. Gimmie kiss. Gotta go. Running late.”
“Don’t get another speeding ticket.”
“I won’t.”

I watched him disappear through the bedroom door, down the stairs, and out the front door. My husband had to be to work by midnight and always pressed his luck by running late. I curled up with my favorite book. Pages of erotica took me away. I read for about an hour, hit the switch on my headboard and turned off the tiny overhead light.
I fell into a deep sleep.
I heard a loud sound, made me sit straight up. I looked at the red numbers on the top of my nightstand, it read 4 o’clock. I sat motionless, paralyzed with fear, took a closer listen, my eyes glued to my bedroom door. After a few minutes and not hearing another sound, I figured it had to be just my imagination. So I returned my head to my pillow, and tried to fall into another sleep.

A few minutes later, I heard a new sound.
My eyes flew open, swept my bedroom, and landed on a large hooded figure standing at the foot of my bed. Fear raced through me. I had no weapons. I didn’t know what to do. My eyes moved to my bedroom door then snapped back to him. I decided to make a run for it then I jumped out of bed. But before my feet landed onto the carpeted floor, his fingers were tangled in my hair.
He tossed me back onto my bed then tied a blindfold around my head. I started to scream, that’s when he told me to shut up. Told me to be quiet and do as he said.
The shadowy figure was heavy on top of me, my wrist bound by one of his hands; he was holding my wrist above my blindfolded head. His free hand started lifting my gown, tearing my panties while pushing them aside.
Fear ripped through me like the panties he had torn off of me then thrown to the floor.
A moment later he was inside of me. Went in fast and hard. Pressed his nose against my cheek, then licked my face.
He said, “I’ve been watching you watching me.”
I didn’t say a word. His thrust were slow and deliberate. I was trying to think of how to get away.
He groaned in my ear. “You want me don’t you?
You want… me… to… give it… to… you… like… this.”
“No.”
“Yes… you do.”
“No… no… please stop.” I could hardly breathe.
That must have turned him on. My begging him to stop was turning him on. He pulled way and flipped me around. He grabbed my waist and lifted me to my knees, his erection danced in front of my opening.
That’s when I tried to give him a hard backwards kick.
He caught my foot in midair, grabbed my ankle and flipped me back around.
He said, “So you wanna play rough huh! Think you can fight back!”
I apologized, told him I wouldn’t try anything like that again.
He was inside of me again, riding deep inside of my privacy, touching my secret place, searching for my personal ecstasy.
He grunted with aggression, started tugging on my hair, pulled my head back, and buried his teeth and tongue into the side of my neck. His body stiffened, his movements slowing down. I gave him guilty moans in return, told him to please don’t stop; I kept that part secret inside of my head. He started pouring warm liquid deep inside of me; his groans sounded painful, they were now without words, his body seemed to be getting weak. I removed my blindfold; this was my chance to see. I kissed him on his forehead and told him to get off of me.
He asked me if I liked that. I said yes. I asked him what’s going to happen the next time he seduces me.
My husband’s only reply was, “You’ll just have to wait and see…”

A Big Cup Of Sugar

I had made it home about an hour before he did.
So I decided to relax with a bath.
Dropped my purse and keys on the couch, stopped by the kitchen, and grabbed my bathing supplies along with his sexy surprise.
A cup of dry milk, a jar of honey, a glass, and a bottle of my favorite wine.

He had been relaxing in my mind all day. Lounging and taking up space. Moving in and out of one seductive room after another. Today was going to be the day.
I placed the open jar of honey on my vanity table, drew my bath, poured the cup of milk flakes into the water, then indulged the tub with my glass and bottle of red wine. I soaked in warm milky suds, humming a few seductive lullabies.

Two glasses later, I heard a chirp setting his car alarm.

So I stepped out of the tub, walked to my vanity.  Sitting in front of my mirror, I enjoyed the view. My wet round breast were ready to be held in the comfort of his mouth. My shiny legs… were ready to be laced around his waist. I dipped my finger into the jar of honey, opened my thighs wide, and left a golden pearl drop. A sweet crowning for the rooftop of my temple of love.
I wrapped my soft damp skin with my red silk robe, grabbed the empty cup, and headed for his front door.
I rang his doorbell and waited.

When he answered, and I asked, “May I borrow… a big cup of sugar please?” Daring him to say no, forbidding him to resist. I wiggled my nudity… just a little.

He stood there shocked, eyes looking down at everything that I wanted him to see. His admiration, unmistakable.

He smiled a sneaky smile. Cleared his throat, and said, “Of course.” And then he…

11 o’clock

I picked up my cell and called her for the third time. She finally answered after four hours of telephone tag.
“Hey baby.”
I said. “Tag your it.”
She asked, “What time is the film playing?”
“11:00 p.m.”
“I have work early tomorrow.”
“I’ll go to work for you.”
Laughter in her voice. “Oh really?”
“Yes… really.”

“But, I saw that movie a couple of weeks ago when my girlfriends and I were hanging out.”
“You haven’t seen it from where we will be sitting.”
“You’re right… so… I’ll be ready at 10:30.”
“Ciao.”

It was already 9:45, didn’t have time to shave so decided to wear my 5 o’clock shadow. She likes the grungy look, says it goes nicely with my dreads, says it makes her feel hot.
I jumped in my ride, sped across town, and picked her up five minutes earlier than she was expecting me to. I got out the car to greet her but she had already started walking towards the car. As usual, she was beautiful. She knows what to wear because she knows what I like. White cami, no braw. Black miniskirt, red-hot lace g-string. Loose curls flowing down to her waist, lips shiny with sparkly gloss, hard nipples dancing under her thin shirt, and long legs stemming from the bottom of her miniskirt.
I said, “Stick out your tongue.”
She smiled then did it.
“Give me a kiss.” I sucked her tongue, licked her glossy lips, then caressed and cupped her nice round ass.
I asked, “Ready to go?”
She bit me on my chin and said, “Yes.” Her smile was broad and filled with excitement.
I opened the car door for her then closed it behind her. Jogged around to the driver’s side, jumped behind the wheel, put the stick in first, and then sped away.
We arrived at the theater about twenty minutes later with a few minutes to spare. So we sat in the car and killed time.
She said, “What’s that?”Pretending to be confused.
I amused her, “What’s what?”
Pointing her finger, she said, “That long thick thing inside of your pants?”
I looked down at my zipper and said, “What do you think it is?”
“Not sure… but I hope it’s for me…” a thin smile crawled across her face.
With my middle finger, I couldn’t resist touching her soft leg. I said, “Are you hungry?”
Her thin smile turned into a sexy mouth showing me a dark hole behind a pink tongue. She bit down on her bottom lip and nodded her head yes up and down real slow.
Just as I started to unzip my pants, she said, “Look at the time… come on… let’s go inside, I don’t want to miss the film.”
I sighed and said, “I thought you said you already seen this movie?”
“I have already seen the film… but not from where will be sitting… remember?”
“Why do you call a movie a film?”
“Because I refuse to call a film a movie.”
She giggled. I didn’t.
We headed to the box office, past the concession stand, and went straight to cinema six.
All seats were empty, we had the joint all to ourselves. It was me, her, my tongue, and my fantasy. The previews ran by, opening credit rolled, my hand slid under her miniskirt, and tugged at her red g-string.
She locked eyes with mine and said, “Nooo…”
Her voice whispered no, but the smile in her grey eyes said yes.
My finger traced the edges of her moisture and heat.
I said, “I want to kiss these lips.”
She inhaled and raised both of her eyebrows. I smiled and raised only one of mine.
I said, “Baby open your legs… Give me some.”
“Right here? Right now? What if we get caught?”
In my baritone, I whispered into her ear, “Then it will be more fun.”
I grabbed her soft calf, lifted her leg high, and draped it around my neck. Inside of the dark theater and between her legs, I saw a pretty sun rise. Belizean bikini wax exposed my swollen treat. The closer my taste buds got, the brighter the glow.
She grabbed my chin, and whispered, “Ryan… Wait… Stop. Stop.”
I looked into her eyes to see if stop really meant go. That’s when I saw her staring in the direction of the flashlight that the usher was pointing and shining on her aroused and glistening pearl. I turned back to her and…

Purple Haze Chat:

FurgessduzitBess: where r u?
PerfectbreastNAdres: bgins w a twinkle. ends with Warren Buffett’s bf.
FurgessduzitBess: let me guess… Star-bucks.
PurfectbreastNAdres: Ab-so-LUTE-ly… &u?
FurgessduzitBess: out. needed privacy.
PurfectbreastNAdres: gf hovering over ur shoulder?
FurgessduzitBess: of course. Insecure.
PerfectbreastNAdres: Lol

FurgessduzitBess: is that Lol as in Lots of Lust?
PerfectbreastNAdres: ur a naughty naughty boy?
FurgessduzitBess: only with u.
PerfectbreastNAdres: o-really?
FurgessduzitBess: wanna feel me?
PerfectbreastNAdres: only if u have supernatural powers??
FurgessduzitBess: mind control = better than supernatural.
PerfectbreastNAdres: minds control bodies.

FurgessduzitBess: my control blows minds.
PerfectbreastNAdres: mind ready to be blown… A3.
FurgessduzitBess: open ur mouth… lick ur top lip.
PerfectbreastNAdres: I’m speechless…
FurgessduzitBess: already?
PerfectbreastNAdres:*s*
FurgessduzitBess: say my name.
PerfectbreastNAdres: John…
FurgessdoesitBess: that’s right… now put ur finger in ur mouth.
PerfectbreastNAdres: mmm
FurgessduzitBess: r u sitting?
PerfectbreastNAdres: yes…
FurgessduzitBess: now open ur pretty legs.
PerfectbreastNAdres: ppl r watching… there is a man staring at me.
FurgessduzitBess: that’s the idea.
PerfectbreastNAdres:6Y
FurgessduzitBess: now reach down… push ur wet finger nside of u.
PerfectbreastNAdres: tight… feels nice.
FurgessduzitBess: like a hot slippery glove?
PerfectbreastNAdres: ahhh… yes.
FurgessduzitBess: use two fingers… now three… know that it’s me.
FurgessduitBess: do u like that?
PerfectbreastNAdres: moaning. G-string wet.
FurgessduzitBess: URA*
PerfectbreastNAdres: G-string really wet!
FurgessduzitBess: color?
PerfectbreastNAdres: purple haze.
FurgessdoesitBess: I like that… take it off.
PerfectbreastNAdres: take it off?
FurgessdoesitBess: yes… take it off?
PerfectbreastNAdres: &
FurgessdoesitBess: look to ur left… Black shirt. Black hat.
PerfectbreastNAdres: soooo ur the man that’s been staring at me??
FurgessdoesitBess: yes… if u like what u c… walk over and hand that wet g-string to me…
Inspired by one of my readers. Thanks John.

Hard Candy

“Your last name sounds Italian.”
“It, is Italian.”
“Welcome to the family. I’m Italian.”
“Wonderful…”
“Yes. You taste wonderful.”
“And so do you.”

From the moment the elevator door closed, he had been laying his eyes all over me. His eyes were feeling my thighs, my ass, my breasts, and my hair. They were taking me all in.
Owning me.
His emerald green eyes locked with mine. But only for a moment. I had turned away, tried to look coy. That’s when his hungry eyes returned to my mounds, found my ripe nipples. They were planning an escape through the tight fabric of my tight black dress.
They were hard like grapes. Sweet and juicy.
Like the night before Christmas. Visions of sugar plums danced in his head.
I cleared my throat.

Made him read my nametag.
The tag read Miss Pomponio. Just then his eyes reached up and touched my plump lips. Tried to see past my soft lips. A moment later I rolled out my tongue. Tongue that was rolling around inside of my mouth, the tongue enjoying the flavor of hard candy, the hard candy he was dying to taste.
I slid my red tongue across my cushiony lips, like fluffing pillows, was patting them with my tongue like saying…come-here-boy.
So he did. Pressed his hard chest against my soft breast. But. I became the aggressor. I pulled him closer, leaned into him, and gave him a taste. By the time we had reached the Penthouse floor, my tongue was ready….
But the elevator door had opened.

Spark

“Elan, girl this place is nice.”
“Yes, I know. Marcus brings me here all the time.”
“Marcus. Man. Who knew you had such good taste?”
“Everyone. And Jason… I’m surprised you hadn’t brought Leah here a long time ago.”
“Why are you trying to make me look bad?”
They laughed. Leah didn’t. I poked my bottom lip out at her saying don’t feel bad.
Dinner and dancing had been something that Marcus and I enjoyed for the past six years of our relationship. We had only dated for one year before we married and the way he treated me had not changed. He was still romantic, considerate, and in great physical shape.

Marcus raised his glass then nudged Jason with his elbow, “I would like to make a toast to my gorgeous and sexy wife. I love you Elan.” Leah and I tapped our glasses to theirs and we all said, “Cheers!” in harmony.
I smiled, everyone took a sip of the Red Malbec, and we lowered our glasses.
Marcus ordered the vegetarian pasta for me, a lobster and steak for himself, Leah ordered rosemary chicken and Jason requested the same chicken that Leah was having. Before our dinner could be served, I had twitched and squirmed in my seat a few times and was excited about doing it some more.
Leah tapped my thigh. “Elan, why do you keep jumping and giggling like that? Was there something extra in your wine? If there was, you better give me some.” She laughed.
“Oh… no… nothing extra in my wine.” At that moment I squirmed again.
Marcus glared across the table at me.
I licked my lips and threw him a wet kiss. He caught it with his tongue then flashed me his bright white smile.
Leah eased her shoulder into mine and whispered, “Damn Elan… it’s like that? After all these years?”
Without taking my eyes away from his smile, I said, “Of course.” then whispered to her. “It’s called spark.”
“Spark?”

I moved my eyes to hers. “Yes… spark.”
“If you say so…” She snickered. “Hell, where can I buy some of that?”
Leah and I laughed. Marcus nodded his head yes, and Jason was out of the loop, focused on eating. With the exception of his chicken’s remains, he was ignoring all that was going on around him. Jason didn’t have a clue, only Marcus and now Leah knew what I was going through.
Leah and I nibbled on a bit of our food and Marcus ate only half of his.
Marcus dabbed the corners of his mouth with the linen napkin, polished off the rest of his wine, rubbed his palms together, and said “Ahhh. Ladies would you like to dance?”
“Yeah. Leah…You wanna dance?” Jason shot Marcus a pair of sharp eyeballs, decided to back away from his dinner plate and tried stepping up to a gentleman’s plate.
Leah and I led the way to the dance floor. The men followed closely behind. I was switching hard, was still jumping and tingling. I squeezed past handsome goatees and beautiful miniskirts on my way to the middle of the crowded floor.
The bass was pounding between my breast, colorful lights danced across the sea of faces that surrounded me, then I felt a smooth hand moving up my thigh. Light touches under my black dress sensitized my skin. His voice, was deep and strong.
Just at my neckline. He said one word, “Beautiful.”
Along with the other tingles, I felt a rush in my orchid. He nudged his hardness against my ass. Tingles blossomed between my legs. Whole regions of my brain filled with erotic moans. I was heady, I was far gone.
Pleasure interrupted. Leah.
“Elan, go with me to the ladies room.”
I looked over my shoulder, “Excuse me Marcus… I’ll be right back.” I slid my fingertips down his cheek and he watched me walk away. My legs wobbly. Head dizzy. Knees buckling. Feeling weak.
When we got to the ladies room, Leah pulled me into the largest stall.
“Girl. What’s going on with you. That man has STILL got you gone!”
I rolled my eyes back into my head. “I would let you in on ONE of our secrets, but I’m afraid if I tell you, then I’ll have to kill you.”
We laughed.
“Tell me… I have to know.”
I placed my hands on her shoulders. “Okay. Okay. Step back.”
I reached under my dress, slipped off my laced thong, and held it in the air.
Her eyes grew large. She said, “Oh my God!”
“Shhhh!” I told her to be quiet, to calm down.
She lowered her voice to a whispery giggle. “What’s that?”
Before I could answer her or say another word. The crotch of my black thong started vibrating like crazy, doing a wild dance in mid air.
We locked eyes.
I smiled.
She opened her mouth wide.
I said, “Marcus is calling me, come on let’s go.”
All she could say was…
A personal message from Angelic-…A word of advice. From me to you. Get yourself a pair of remote controlled panties. Hand the remote to your lover, and your sex life will never again be the same… Auviour, Angelic.