My Love

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Come to me my love
Come to me while I rest
Bring your love to me
Bring your soul to me

I want to breathe you in
I want to see into your soul
I want to feel your warmth
I want to hear your passion
I want to taste your essence

Come to me my love
Come to me

Let me smell your love
Let me taste your goddess
Let my tongue grace your pussy
Let my tongue taste you
Let my tongue reach inside 
Let my tongue touch your soul

Come to me my love
Come to me

Let my tongue dance across your ass
Let my tongue taste your bud
Let my tongue probe you
Let my tongue taste your very being
Let me smell you
Let me taste you
Let me

Come to me my love
Come to me

Flood me with your love
Immerse me in your essence
Let your love pour 
Pour from your soul
Pour into my mouth
Drown me in your love

Come to me my love
Come to me while I rest

Best 3 out of 5

“Best three out of five?” Kelsey said, adjusting her goggles and looking at her watch.

“You know… for the master-slave thing?”

Eric smiled wryly, knowing that as a former collegiate swimmer, Kelsey had him on this one.

“Sure,” he sighed. “50 or 100?”

“100s, you lazy ass.”

Eric pushed off the wall hoping to get a few strokes in before Kelsey could react. Maybe he could pull off one win, but the prospects for overall victory were pretty dismal.

Exhausted as he pulled up at the end of the fourth hundred, he touched the wall two body lengths short of Kelsey. There she was, grinning at him as she pulled off her goggles and swim cap

She smiled coyly, “Well you little bitch, get ready. I’m in my fertile phase.”

Eric watched her spring out of the pool, her broad but still feminine shoulders and long legs glistening; her dark blue maillot race suit pulled high and tight to her gorgeous ass.

“Not a bad loss…being a bitch to her,” Eric thought to himself, still struggling to catch his breath.

They arrived at Kelsey’s apartment. She unlocked the door and stepped aside and motioned Eric inside, pushing him slightly but firmly in the back.

“No ball gags,” he said.

“Oh no my pet,” she smiled, “I will be needing your mouth tonight.”

She dropped her bag, grabbed the wet towel and suit and disappeared into the bedroom.

“Sit on the couch and think of a safe word.”

Eric sighed, a bit apprehensive, since this was only the second time for master-slave. And he was master last time. He certainly trusted her, but something in her demeanor suggested things would get, well, a bit wild.

“Get your clothes off, little bitch,” she called from the bedroom.

Dutifully, he stripped and sat back on the couch, a bit awkward but noticing the inevitable excitement building in his cock.

Kelsey came out in high heels, a black leather skirt and a black lace camisole, the straps loose on her shoulders. She thrust her right foot to his chest, pinning his back to the couch. He caught a brief glimpse of her pussy, already a bit wet.

“Safe word?”

“Strap-on?”

She pushed her foot a bit more firmly.

“Not funny bitch. Safe word?”

“Limoncello”

She smiled a bit at the mention of her favorite digestif and the irony of using it as a safe word.

“Limoncello, it is. On your hands and knees, pet.

He did as she said and looked down at her feet.

“Lick them.”

Eric began to tongue the smooth leather of her Italian shoes, tasting and smelling the richness of the leather. She leaned forward slightly and pushed his neck down, moaning softly as he licked the tops of her feet and his tongue probed the space between her toes. He continued, his own excitement building, surprisingly, as his ministrations became more vigorous and passionate.

“That’s it pet, lick my feet.”

She steadied herself and brought her left foot to his back, rubbing it with the edge of her heel and then pressing the heel firmly into him. He shuddered slightly at the pain but continued licking her feet and shoes.

She sat on the couch and leaned back.

“Kneel pet. And watch”

She started to play with her breasts through the thin lace of the camisole. He couldn’t help himself and started to stroke his cock. Seeing this, she leaned forward, grabbed the back of his head hard and pulled his face towards her.

“Don’t you fucking dare, bitch. I said watch!” she breathed angrily, teeth clenched. “Do that without my permission and these heels will find their way to you tiny balls.”

She stood up and walked to the bedroom. Returned with a silk scarf, she ordered, “Hands behind your back!”

She tied his hands firmly swung her leg over his head and sat back down on the couch.

“Now where was I? Ah yes, of course.” She started her breast play again, this time propping her heels on Eric’s shoulders. She parted her legs slightly and he gazed longingly as her moist outer lips as they began to swell through her dark trimmed pubic hair.

“Like what you see, pet?” She breathed deeply, letting the shoulder straps fall, freeing her breasts. She fingered and pinched her nipples and brought one to her mouth, licking and biting it. Her other hand began to rub her pussy, gently at first, but then more vigorously. She began to finger herself, first one, then two, then four fingers as she came loudly, pushing Eric over as her legs extended uncontrollably.

He fell awkwardly, unable to catch his fall. She stood over him, straddling his head so his gaze landed on her throbbing pussy. Not content with the first orgasm, Kelsey began to run herself again. She undid her dress and whipped off the cami before she lowered herself onto Eric’s face.

“Don’t you fucking say limoncello bitch.”

She rode his face hard, grabbing her breasts. She played with them roughly before she reached down and grabbed his head, forcing his tongue on to her swollen clit. She screamed as he sucked and licked her. She leaned back, sliding her lips along his mount and chin, letting his willing tongue probe and lick her ass. She lifted one hand from the back of his head and stroked herself, coming loudly as Eric’s tongue reached deep into her ass, ejaculate from her swollen pussy flooding his face. He, barely able to breach , was so turned on, but lay trapped by her powerful legs and the silk scarf binding his hands.

She stood up, a bit wobbly from the orgasms and the swim that made her master. She smile as she looked at his erect cock, harder that she had ever seen. She gently kicked and rubbed the heel along its vein. It pulsated, longing for release.

“Not yet, pet, I’m not finished with you.”

She disappeared to the bedroom again and he could hear her rustling around as he struggled to his knees, still tasting and smelling her rich essence that covered his face.

She strode back, heels off but wearing a strap-on with a long thick pink ribbed dildo that looked like the cock from some mythical beast. She casually tossed a tube of lube as she made her way towards him.

“Well that’s new,” Eric said, his voice a bit wavering as he contemplated what was sure to come next.

“Slaves don’t talk… but since you pleased me so just now… women’s swim practices can led to some very experimental moments.”

She pointed to the couch and Eric knee walked towards it. She pushed him down into the cushion as she cracked open the lube and spread a generous amount along his crack and pushed it deep into his rectum with her finger.

He gasped sharply as her finger spread the lube.

“Don’t worry pet. I’ll be gentle. At first.” She giggled as she spread more lube on the beast like dildo, the leaned against him and breathed into his ear.

“At first, at first.”

Eric felt the dildo between his ass cheeks as Kelsey reached around and stroked his cock with her lubed hand. He almost came at her touch, but she knowingly backed off. Opening his ass cheeks with one hand, she guided the tip of the dildo into his tight ass.

He again gasped sharply as it entered.

“Relax, relax”

And he did, letting her enter him. She thrust gently, barely moving the dildo in and out. His muscles began to soften and he felt the dildo tickle his prostrate. He moaned deeply as Kelsey leaned the dildo into his p-spot, grinding and twisting as Eric fell into a mesmerizing prostate orgasm. Semen dribbled, then shot from his cock as Kelsey caught some with her free hand.

Kelsey reached around and fed his essence to him. He licked tentatively at first but soon sucked her fingers greedily. He was still rock hard and still turned on and still wanting more.

Kelsey sensed this and began to work the dildo further in. She pressed the base against her own sex, increasing the pace and reached around to grab Eric’s cock. She grasped it tightly, still wet with cum and stroked him hard. His gutter moans deepened now as Kelsey, herself so hot and turned on, thrust the alien cock to its base, pressing it hard against her throbbing pussy.

Eric screamed, guttural as he came, shooting cum over the side of the couch. Kelsey was on the verge now; she pulled the dildo out of his ass, flipped him so he faced her and rubbed her clit with one hand while the other pushed and stroked the base of the dildo against her throbbing pussy She came wildly, her sweet ejaculate pouring over his face and chest, mixing with his cum. She could barely stand and fell into him, her sweaty torso rubbing against his, their cum bonding them together.

“Slave, you need to hug me.”

“I can’t, remember you tied me up?”

She laughed, reached around and undid the scarf and the two fell into a deep embrace, kissing deeply…exhausted.

“Tomorrow,” Eric whispered, “Best 3 out 5?”

“On a run? No fucking way.”

A Dip in the Pool

“Gentlemen do not sail to windward.”

Well, if “gentlemen” are anything like the ass that said that to me inn Hope Town, to windward I go.

To Barbados, in fact. As far from the “gentlemen” who haunt the cursing grounds of the Western Caribbean. Far from the tourists in The Bahamas, the ex-pat yacht clubbers in the BVIs and the trendsetters in the Turks and Caicos. TO Barbados and the most amazing surf on the East Coast of the Northern Hemisphere.

So to windward I go. Pick a weather window, get on that port tack and enjoy the ride.

I left a week ago. Awaiting me on arrival was an email from by best friend and occasional lover, Kylie. Married now, which is weird. And she wants to visit. A bit more weird. And she wants to bring her husband. Which is really fucking weird.

Not really comfortable with the whole thing, I took my usual approach when faced with something I didn’t want to deal with. I acquiesce.

“Sure!” I wrote back. “I would love to see you and finally meet Jack.”

Jesus. What was I thinking. Kyle’s sudden marriage was one of the reasons I headed south. I was finally getting my head wrapped around that fact. And really enjoying my solo surf safari through the Caribbean.

Her reply came immediately. “Awesome. But where exactly are you?”

“Barbados,” I responded. “Just arrived.”

My phone dinged a minute later. “Shit Clay. Flights are expensive. But we will be there on Tuesday.”

Damn, 4 days. Four days to get my head right. I checked the surf report…moderate swell. So at least there was that.

I hitchhiked into town to pick them up Tuesday afternoon. I stared through the chain link fence at the tarmac and watched the passengers as they left the small jet. And there she was, gorgeous as ever. Tan as always, blond hair pulled back, And following close behind, I assumed, was Jack.

Well, fuck. What a stud. I mean, like head turning, model like stud. Ok Kylie, I’ll give you a forever hall pass on this. Not that I would or even could.

We gathered their gear, including a couple of boards that apparently survived baggage handling, grabbed a taxi and headed to the marina.

“I figure we can spend tonight in town, get up early tomorrow and sail to a nice little back break. There is a protected cove we can anchor, spend a few days. The break is not too far… maybe a 15 minute paddle,” I said, raising my voice to be heard above the wind whistling through the open van windows.

“Sounds good Clay… Can’t thank you enough for having us,” Kylie said.

“Yeah, dude… We really appreciate it. I know it must be weird having me around.”

“No worries, Jack. I’m getting used to the idea. And I figured if Kylie loves you enough to marry you, you are ok in my book.”

He smiled a bit as Kylie squeezed his knee. We rode the rest of the way in silence, me staring out at the beautiful coast as the sun began to set.

Maybe this won’t be as wigged out as I thought.

After some espresso and toast the next morning, we headed out. Nice breeze, maybe 10 knots, and in the right direction. After motoring out of the channel, we set the sails and enjoyed a nice sail to the cove.

We set the anchor, had a bit of lunch and then jumped in the cool Caribbean water and paddled around the point to the break. Not much of a swell, so no one was out. We bobbed at the take off for a bit. Damn, Kylie looked so fucking hot in her board shorts and bikini top. And, fuck, Jack looked amazing, too. I took a dip in that pool once or twice back in college, after a few two many beers, but never thought of myself as “gay” or “bi”. Maybe just an opportunist.

We caught a few waves, Jack and Kylie a little rusty at first but definitely holding their own as the afternoon wore on. The swell faded as the sun began to set and an onshore breeze flattened out what was left. We paddled back to the boat, recalling the rides we caught and like all surfers, made outlandish claims about wave size and our extraordinary ability to tame the sea.

I got back to the boat first and packed up a cooler bag with some food, a few beers and a bottle of the local favorite, Mount Gay rum. Jack and Kylie arrived soon after.

“Hey… there is nice little beach in the cove here. I figured we could drop the dinghy and have a bonfire and dinner.”

“Sounds perfect,” Kylie said, drying off her hair. “Let me pack up a few things and get into some dry clothes. She and Jack disappeared into the guest stateroom as I went on deck to lower the dinghy.

Kylie and Jack came out on deck and jumped into the dingy as I started the outboard. We headed into the beach, the sun almost set behind us. We pulled the dingy on the the beach and started hunting around for driftwood. We soon has a nice little bonfire going. I got out the beers and the run and set up a grill over the fire.

We quickly downed the beers, thirsty after a day in the sun and water. I cracked open the rum and passed around the bottle as I flipped burgers for dinner. Afterwards, We sat silently watching the sun fade into the ocean silhouetting the sailboat.

“Wow,” Jack said. “I see why you do this dude.”

“For sure,” Kylie said.

Magic permeates the time just after sunset in the Caribbean and tonight was no different; we sat quietly, lost in our own thoughts.

I was thinking philosophically, as one does at such moments, when I felt a gentle kiss from Kylie, familiar and strange at the same time, as she parted my lips with her tongue and whispered, “I’ve missed you.”

“God… I miss you too,” lost in her and the memories, responding to her kiss. I hadn’t exactly forgotten about Jack but just leaned in. An opportunist again, I suppose.

I felt a hand creep up my thigh as we kissed. Doing a quick bit of geometry and anatomy in my head, I realized it was Jack, not Kylie. I opened my eyes to watch him kiss her breast through the thin gauze of her sundress as his hands worked towards my swelling crotch, staring now at the board shorts.

Well, I thought this visit was going to be weird, but this just felt right. Maybe it was the rum, maybe it was the magic of the day, maybe it was everything.

I moved my head down to Kylie’s other breast and began to kiss and lick her as she moved the shoulder strap down her arm. She stood up to remove her dress and Jack and I looked at each other, his deep blue eyes peering into me.

I couldn’t resist; I ran my hands through his thick hair as I pulled him towards me, kissing him deeply, feeling his beard stubble on my own. We kissed frantically, tongues dancing, breathing heavily into each other. Kylie stood over us her hands rubbing her pussy gently.

“Ob my god, this is so hot,” she said, falling to her knees between us. She untied Jack’s board shorts and wiggled them off. She turned to my shorts as Jack and I continued our passionate kissing.

We were both rock hard now and our cocks rubbed against each other as Kyle began to lick us both. This was almost too much and we both moaned deeply into each other. I felt my hips start to grind against him as my hand gripped his firm ass. I pulled him against me as I thrusted hard.

Jack pulled away and began to kiss my neck as he moved to my chest, sucking my nipples as he played his tongue over them. Kylie was throating me deeply, I felt her own excitement building, coming from deep within her and channeled into my cock. Jack’s mouth joined hers soon as I leaned back in enduring ecstasy. Jack and Kyle began to kiss each other, my cock in the middle. The pulled away slightly, lost in their own passion. I watched, glowing now as I began to stroke my own cock in rhythm with their kissing and movements. Jack went down on Kylie as I moved to kiss her, our tongues meeting and teasing like so many times before. Her breathing quickens as Jack brought her to the edge. He stopped, kneeled before her now, stroking his cock and lay down on her, easily entering her wet pussy. She came almost immediately, as her ecstatic sighing evolved into a guttural scream. Jack slowed his thrusts slightly but still worked Kylie, his own orgasm building. He slowed and then stopped as he came to the edge.

I was laying back now, gently stroking myself. Jack moved between my legs as Kylie brought out some lube. I didn’t know if I should be pissed, because bringing lube meant they planned this whole adventure. But I was too hot and too fucking turned on to really care.

Kylie lubed me ass, and rubbed lube on my cock and balls. Jack brought his cock to the rim as Kylie squirted it with lube. He pushed in gently. I have played with my ass and enjoy the hell out of it, but this was a first. My ass strained at first, but I soon relaxed as Jack pushed further in. I felt his cock rub by prostate as Kylie began to suck me and play with Jack’s own ass. I shivered uncontrollably as Jack’s throbbing dick massage my prostrate. Kylie pulled away from me as my cock throbbed. I felt an orgasm building, but this was unlike anything before. It rose pulling itself from my core, my very soul shooting hot liquid on to my chest as my throat exploded into a primal scream. I convulsed widely, uncontrollably, my mind and body no longer mine.

Jack’s pace increased as he watched me cum and Kylie rose to kiss him and pull him into me as she fingered his ass. Jack’s orgasm build, almost as strong as mine and Kylie thrust her fingers deep into him.

I was still had, still turned on still wanted more as Jack’s cum poured into me. Kylie pulled away from Jack and straddled my face in 69 as she began to suck me. I could not get enough of her, her wet pussy, her essence… reveling in its rich musky odor. My tongue flitted from her clit then deep within her pussy lips and back again. I brought my head up slightly to reach her ass and rimmed her as she fell heavily on my cock.

I caught sight of Jack out of the corner of my eye, his cock still hard. He stoked himself, wiped it clean and came up over me and pushed into Kylie. I wasn’t quite prepared for that but began to kiss them both, my tongue reaching out to lick his balls and back to Kylie’s clit and gorgeous pussy. He thrust harder now, as the three of us built to another orgasm. Jack came first holding his cock deep into Kylie. Feeling his balls quiver in my moth shot me over the edge and Kyle reeled back, pushing her pussy, wet with her juices and Jack’s into my face.

Holy crap, I thought to myself, wow, just wow.

We untangled and lay together on the beach blanket, glowing from the moment. I leaned up reached for the rum, almost too exhausted to do that.

“Same plan tomorrow?” Kylie said, smiling.

“Yes, yes indeed.” Jack and I said in unison as I took a swig of rum and passed the bottle down.

An Orchid

I woke up late, still feeling the glow from last night. Rolling over, I realize you are already up. I walk into the kitchen of the AirBNB and pour a coffee, spying you on the veranda with your smooth long legs crossed at the ankles and resting on the small bistro table, The black silk robe you bought for the trip is tied loosely; the sun radiating your luscious red hair turning it almost gold.

I walk up behind you and nuzzle you neck though that golden hair and whisper, “I am with a goddess.”

You turn and smile slyly. “I’m not sure about all of that,”

I look at the computer perched on your lap.

“Oh my, whatcha doing?”

“Editing the video I took this morning. I woke up early and watched the sunrise and, well, thought about last night and …I’m editing it now. I fell so pretty when I see myself.”

“That’s because you are.”

I kiss your neck, breathing in every bit of you, my hands gently caress your breasts. I untie the robe as you return my kiss, deep and pure. I walk around you and kneel between your legs, my head reaching up to meet your breasts. I tongue your nipple rings gently at first, then with more vigor as your breathing increases. My tongue follow your stomach, tasting the little sweat beads that glisten in the sun. Your hands move through my hair as you sigh deeply, releasing something deep in your soul.

I can feel your wetness, and breathe in deeply as I begin to kiss your pussy. Your goddess elixir, so exquisite, mixes with my cum from last night… a sensual almost spiritual essence. I moan loudly as I taste it, drinking it in deeply and without thought as though I had no say in what I was doing. I share the essence with you as I stand and kiss you softly and deeply, before, guided again by that unseen spiritual force, I return to your goddess pussy, spreading your inner lips with my tongue. You are so close now and I back away, staring, admiring your pussy, your womanhood, glistening in the sunlight.

“I’m blessed,” I say as your hands grip my head and guide me back to you. I concentrate on your clit now, alternatively sucking and tonguing it. Your breathing is rapid now and your hands grip me tightly. I reach down and stroke my cock, hard and dripping with pre-cum. I slow down slightly, kissing your lips as my mouth glides towards your ass. You slide down in the seat and brace your legs on the table as I gently tongue your ass. You moan deeply as I continue stroking myself. I’m close too, so turned on by our essence, our connection. I return to your clit now as your breathing quickens. You moan deeply, powerfully as your orgasm rises. I feel myself starting the first throbs of my own climax as you cum, your ejaculate rich with our essence flooding my face sending me to my own edge. I stand over you now pounding my cock as your hands grip my ass and pull me close to you, your fingers probing my hole as I cum, my juice landing on your gorgeous body, I stagger barely able to stand and hug you, the sweat from our bodies mixing with the cum as we hug tightly, almost one as the sun continues its steady and inevitable rise.

The Gift, Part 2

“That’s a lie, Dan.”

“How so? I’m serious. You give me everything I need, “ Dn smiled at her.

“It’s a lie because you tell me… all the time.. about how frustrated you are with Sylvia and your sex life. And, by the way, you know how much I hate it when you doubt me.”

“I know, sorry, But seriously, pleasing you is very gratifying to me. Honest.”

“You tell me everything Dan.”

“I do. Yes, of course, I do.“

“And you have told me your fantasies.”

Dan blushed a bit as he recalled the business trip years ago when an unexpected layover turned into a long night of drinking and true confessions.

Elle leaned back in the chair, placed her hands on her thighs and pushed her legs open, her pubis still moist from his loving ministrations moments earlier.

“If I recall, you said your favorite fantasy is watching a woman masturbate. And how Sylvia thought it was gross and never would oblige you.”

Dan laughed, a bit uncomfortably.

Elle’s hand moved to her pussy and she began to stroke herself.

Dan sighed slight as he watched.

She smiled at him.

“Now. Take off your clothes.”

“Huh?”

“You heard me. I did the same for you,” Elle said, vaguely domineering.

Dan removed his shirt and sat down to take off his shoes and socks. He stood up and undid his belt and stepped out of his pants. His cock strained slightly in his boxer briefs.

“Sit down, “ she said.

“Elle….”

She started to rub her pussy while her other grazed over her thighs. She moaned as she slowly worked her fingers between her outer lips.

Dan wanted to resist, but the sight of his dearest friend fulfilling his most compelling fantasy proved too much, and his own hand reached into his briefs while the other pushed them off. He sighed deeply as he began to stoke himself.

“That’s it love, stroke your cock,” Elle whispered breathlessly. While she knew this was Dan’s favorite fantasy, she, was equally turned on by watching him.

Dan couldn’t help himself as he heard her words and stroked furiously and moaned loudly.

“Oh my god,” he said, unable to contain himself. “Oh my god.”

She gasped at his reaction and grabber a breast as she stroked herself furiously her eyes fixed on Dan as he pleasured himself.

Dan spit into his hand and mixed his saliva with the pre-cum oozing from his cock, stroking himself a bit slower and more deliberately. His other hand grasped his butt cheek as a finger rubbed his perineum and ass. He looked at Elle with lust and love.

Elle pushed her middle and index finger deep into her vagina. She pulled her fingers out and licked them before reaching them back in. Her palm reased her clit as her fingers thrust in rhythm with Dan’s cock strokes.

“My god Dan,” she moaned, a bit surprised about how turned on she was.

He leaned back in the char and stoked himself more vigorously, as his other hand clenched his ass.

Elle watched him intently as she matched his rhythm, her other hand holding her breast.

“Cum for me Dan. Cum for my love,.”

Dan leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes a as his orgasm built and Elle’s built with him.

“Oh Elle… god, Elle, I love you so much,” Dan grunted as cum shot from his cock with a vigor  he never experienced. Elle gasped loudly at the sight of his orgasm and she thrust her hips upwards as her own orgasm washed over her.

“God, Dan my love, “ she screamed as her thighs clasped against her hands and the other hand clenched her breast..

Dan’s hands fell to his sides, and the initial exhaustion turned to exhilaration as he looked over at Elle.

“Thank you Elle.”

“No thank you,” she smiled. “And Dan?”

“Yes?”

“You know better than to doubt me.”

A Gift

“Hey”

“Hey Elle, what’s up?”

“I had a really really bad day. Can we get a drink or something?”

“Yeah, I’m just parking now. Do you want to swing by the townhouse? Sylvia is out of town.”

“Yeah, that sounds good, probably better than the usual anyway.. I’ll be there soon or as soon as this fucking traffic will let me be.”

Dan Smiley got out of his car and walked around the corner to the local liquor store.

“Hey Ki, how goes it?”

Ki, the old Korean store keeper looked up from the baseball game on TV briefly.
“Fine,” he said.

Dan picked up a chilled bottle of Chardonnay, Elle’s favorite and paid for it. He walked to the townhouse he shared with his wife Sylvia. Sylvia, “out of town” he thought. More likely, with one of her lovers, Dan thought.

He put the bottle of wine in the refrigerator and made himself a capriosca, a favorite drink from his time in Cartagena with the DEA. The door bell rang, just as he poured the drink into a glass.

Elle, beautiful even when she was distraught smiled at him and gave him a warm hug and briefly rested her head on his shoulder.

“Jesus, Dan. The children are up to their old tricks again.”

“Let me guess, Fred and Ryan did an end run around you again.”

“Shocker. I know,” Elle said as she grabbed a wine glass from the cabinet and opened the refrigerator.

Dan took the bottle of wine from her.

“Here, you sit. I’ll open it.”

“They just don’t give a shit about mission… they just want to stroke their egos. I just hope nothing happens because of their shenanigans.”
Elle sighed as Dan handed her the glass of wine.
She took a few sips and relaxed into the char.

“So where is Sylvia?”

“Our of town. On business.”

“Dan… when are you going to leave?”

“II dunno. I’m a bit trapped financially. But I could ask you the same question.”

“Fuck. I don’t know either. The thought of someone else raising my son kills me. The jackass will find someone to take my place in a heartbeat and push me right out of the picture.”

“I wish things were different Elle. I really love you.”

“I love you too,” she smiled at him.

They stared at each other for a moment.

“We should just sleep together,” she said. “Fuck the whole world already things we are.”

“Elle, I hav been down that dark road. You know it’s why I’m in this situation. It’s horrible and I could never do that to you. It will all work out.”

“I know Dan. I know. But I haven’t had sex in a year.”

“Which is a tragedy in of itself, Elle.”

He walked over and kissed her on the fore heard.

“I so want you,” she said.

“You don’t want the aftermath, trust me.”

She smiled, a smile of resignation.

He stood up and took a sip of his drink.

“Elle… take off your clothes.”

“What?”

“Just take off your clothes.”

“But you just said…”

“Please.”

She sat for a moment, thought and stood up in front of him, just out of arm’s length. She put down her wine, kicked off her shoes and slowly unbutton her blouse. She tossed it aside and undid her pants and stepped out of them. She stood there, a bit embarrassed but strangely at ease as he smiled at her. She undid her bra and sat back down, her gorgeous legs crossed.

Dan knelt before her, took her knees in his hands and spread her legs. She resisted at first, thinking about what he had just said, but gave into her desire, yes, but mostly she surrendered out of deep love for him.

He slowly began to kiss her thighs, slowly and gently at first. He reached up with both hands and pulled off her panties. Moving closer to her pussy, he gently licked her legs. She sighed and then shivered as he moved closer.

Even before he licked her, moisture already collected on her lips and Dan breathed in her sweet scent. He loved that sensation and breathed even more deeply, his cock growing and straining against his clothes. He missed the joyous sensation of pleasing a woman he loved.

He pressed his tongue gently against her outer lips and tasted her essence as he licked upward to her clit but avoided it at first. He continued the licking, more deeply and a little more quickly. He reached up and spread her legs farther as his fingers gently pulled her outer lips apart. Still, he avoided her clit as she writhed and reached her hands down to his head. Pulling his head upwards she pressed it hard against her as his tongue circled and teased her clit. She moaned deeply as he drew it into his mouth continuing to dance his tongue around and over it.

Dan reached down and unbuckled his pants and stroked his cock. How he wanted to make love to her, but he couldn’t, he wouldn’t . He knew that that would change things. He loved her so deeply and feared losing that love.. He feared that more than anything, more than the rangers he faced daily, more than the wrath of his wife and more than the demons that haunted him.

Elle held his head against her, but Dan pulled back and briefly stopped. He pushed her legs up supporting her ass with his hands as he slowly began to lick her again, his nose deep between her lips . His face was wet with her sweetness and he paused again to look at her. She bucked towards him and reached down to stroke herself. Dan kissed her hands and sucked her fingers as his own hand reached up to clasp hers. He rolled her over and began to kiss her buttocks as her hand stoked her clit. He spread her cheeks and sighed deeply at her rich, sweet muskiness that flowed from her. His tongue prober her ass and then her anus and she gasped deeply. He again started licking her pussy as a finger gently rubber her asshole.

She rolled over again and pushed herself to the edge of the chair so her head lay on the seat and her strong legs supported her weight. Again, Dan knelt between her legs and without hesitating, began to suck and lick her clit. She bucked hard against him now, her orgasm building with an intensity she had not felt in years. As she reached her peak, she grabbed his head with both hands and help him deeply to her as thick juices flowed out of her. Dan licked her furiously as she writhed and twisted on the chair, moaning loudly and then breathless.

As she came down, Dan sat back and looked u at her with loving eyes.

“Thank you, Dan, that was wonderful.”

He smiled but said nothing.

“What can I do? What do you need?” she asked after a few minutes.

“Nothing dear. You have given me averring I need.”

 

The Meeting

He pulled his collar against the cold artic wind that blew across the tarmac and ducked his head as he exited the small prop plane that brought him to Toronto.

“Why don’t the Canadians ever use a jet ramp?” he thought to himself.

He walked quickly to the terminal and felt his phone buzz. He glanced at the message

“I’m here,” it read.

He smiled as he shook off the cold and walked towards customs.

“How long will you be in Canada?” the border agent asked.

“For the night,” he said.

She looked at him quizzically, stamped the passport and waved him on.

He headed back to the cold and ordered an Uber to the hotel where she waited. His mind raced with excitement as he thought of their fist and only meeting A furative glance during a conference meet and greet that led to drinks and dinner and a promise to see each other soon. But it took till now for that to happen.

He texted her, “what room #”

“2266… with a view”

The Uber pulled up to the hotel entrance and the bell hop opened the passenger door.

“May I help you with your bags, sir?”

“Nope, this it. Thanks.”

He walked quickly, almost running ,to the elevator bank; his heart pounding with anticipation…love and lust coursing through him. Love for a woman he hardly knew but always knew and lust for a moment that he dreamed about for months. He politely knocked at the door, the anticipation turning to a sense of anxiety as she open the door.

Her smile, that smile, the smile of unfettered joy and love immediately put him at ease. She stood there, silhouetted by the winter twilight that shone though the window, the lights of a Toronto night just coming on.

She still wore her heels, clad in a grey flannel pencil skirt that accentuated the sensual curve of her hips. A light gray silk blouse fit tightly around her breasts and highlighter her smooth skin and cleavage. She took his hand, hugged him strongly and led him to the room.

They melted into the embrace and he felt waves of extreme happiness wash over him. He buried his face deep into her black hair and breathed her perfume… the perfume he kept at his desk to remind him of her. He never knew this love, a love that transcended time and a love that existed for all time.

“Maggie, I’ve missed you,” he said as he looked into her blue eyes.

“Oh David, you don’t know.”

He looked at her deeply.

“It’s odd, you know. Even magical. I felt I’ve known you forever. You are an angel.”

She smiled, “Oh, I’m not sure about that, but, yes, we have known each other for a long time.”

They stared at each other, smiling. He brushed her hair as he warmly brought her head towards his and gently kissed her, tasting her warmth and feeling her sink towards him. Her lips parted slightly as his tongue reached into her.

They kissed deeply now, as she kicked offer heels. Falling back onto the bed, she untucked her blouse as he threw off his coat. She reached up, grabbed his hands and pulled him onto the bed. They embraced deeply and kissed even deeper. His hand reached behind her, felt her smooth soft ass through the flannel as he pulled her to him. He undid the snap of her skit as she reached down, stroked his groin and sighed as he grew with her touch. She undid his belt and pants as he he slid her skit off.

He stood up and looked down at her lovingly. She undid the buttons on her blouse as he pulled his shirt over his head, not even bothering to unbutton it.

She lay there, an angel, the black hose clinging tightly to her pussy lips, already moist. He watched her undo her bra, freeing her breasts as he reached down and gently massaged each one. She moaned as his pace increased and reached up to feel his cock as it stained against his boxers. She pulled him back on the bed, kissing him wildly.

She rolled him over on to his back and pulled his boxers off, completing the job with her foot as she pressed herself on to him, her tongue reaching into his mouth as her hips humped against him. He pulled her closely and moaned as the silk of her hose, now wet with her essence rocked against his cock. She flipped over, her ass facing him. He smelt her beauty and bent to taste her but she slid down his chest, straddling him. As her wet crotch reached his cock, she sunk into him. He grabbed her hips and pulled her onto him, his cock tucked between her pussy lips and the silk smooth wetness of the hose. She rocked back and forth against him as he pushed his thumbs against his cock, holding it against her. Her pace increased and he began to rock his hips up to meet her as she sank deeper onto him. She leaned further forward, her hands gripping his ankles as he bucked harder against her. They moved in unison as her orgasm built to an intensity that only true love brings.

As she came down, she kissed his feet and slip her ass back towards his face. He breathed in her beautiful femininity and his tongue gently licked the soaking wet silk. She shuddered slightly, sensitive from her orgasm and flipped around to kiss him. He started to rock agains her as she slithered out of her hose.

“I love you David, ” she whispered hoarsely to him as she warmly kissed and licked his neck. She took one hand to her mouth and spit gently on it, reached down to her soaking pussy, mixed the spit with her essence and stated to stroke his cock. She moved her mouth to his breasts, first one, then the other tonguing them stiffly and then sucking them. She licked and sucked in rhythm with her stroking as his breathing increased. He bucked against her hand as her tongue traced down his abdomen and gently touched the tip of his cock, now wet with salty pre-cum. She sighed deeply at his taste and licked his cock. She maneuvered herself so her head fell between his legs and sucked and tongues his balls while her stroking continued. He writhed in ecstasy as she kissed his perineum and moaned loudly as her tongue licked the outside of his anus and then probed deeply into his ass. He was close now and she felt his body quiver. She slowed and stopped stroking his cock and kissed the inside of his thighs. Moments later, she started again, this time drawing his cock deep into her moth as she played and fingered his ass and stroked his balls. Again, she brought him to the brink.

“Oh my god,” he moaned into the pillow, his body writhing from side to side.

She looked up at him, her face moist with the mixture of her and him, smiled and said, “No dear, I’m an angel.”

She crawled beside him and kissed him as they embraced again.

“That you are, “ he said.

“Make love to me,” she said, rolling on to her back, spreading her legs, one hand bent over her head, the other fondling her pussy and spreading her lips.

“Make love to your angel.”

He knelt before her, stroking his cock as she played with herself, opening the lips for him. He slid up to her and holding his cock, gently stroked it against her lips. Their hands drew closer and they held each other aa he stroked his cock up and down her slit. Together, they guided his cock and pushed it slowly into her. She kept her had there, stroking them both as he brought his full weight on top of her, his hips moving naturally and lovingly agains her. He kissed her neck and fell deeper onto her, his pace increasing as one hand grasped a breast firmly. He pulled the breast towards his mouth, never stopping his thrusting. He blew gently on the nipple and then brushed it with his tongue. She gasped as his mouth surrounded the nipple, his tongue dancing across it as he sucked. Her stroking of her pussy and his cock increased as he pounded harder and harder against her. She couldn’t hold back and grasped his ass with both hands, fingernails digging into his flesh as she pulled her deep into him. She came wildly thrusting her hips towards him, towards the sky as she screamed in ecstasy.

Her vagina pulsed strongly and gripped his cock pulling it deep into her. He never felt anything like it, as though a hand inside her held him. He stopped his thrusting and let her pussy, let the hand, take over. She moved with her pussy and shivered as his orgasm slowly built. His guttural moaning turned into a scream as her vagina pulled his cum from his very soul. She felt his cum hit her and fill her and as it did, she came again, her legs crossed over his as she thrust up to meet him.

They breathed hard and then slowly, looking at each other, cuddled under the blankets and fell asleep in each others arms.

“That was magic,” he said after their nap. “I’ve never felt anything like that.”

“That’s because you have never made love to an angel before.”

He laughed as she stood up and gathered he clothes.

“Where are you going?”

“Oh David, I’m going home now.”

“Wait, I thought we had a night together. Please don’t go.”

“I have to go David and you know that.”

“No, please. I’ve waited all my life for you, Maggie. Don’t go now.”

“I must go, David. You will understand. I know you will.”

“But when… how… “David stammered, unsure what to say, what to do to hold on her and the magic.

“David, I really AM an angel. I’m your angel. I have always been and always will be here for you.”

“An angel?” He looked at her, laughing. “I was being a bit metaphorical.”

She laughed and bent over to kiss him. He closed his eyes and she kissed him deeply, her tongue dancing around his. As it did , he felt a sense of peace overwhelm him. He reached for her and tried to pull her to him but couldn’t. He opened his eyes and stared at her.

“Maggie….”

“David, I must go. But remember, I’m your angel. And an angel will never stop loving..”

She stepped back and smiled at him as a soft glow surrounded her. The light intensified and as he jumped out of bed to grab hold of her, all went dark.

He stood there, tears in his eyes, shaking with emotion.

He heard her, or, really, felt her, whisper to him. “I’m always here. And I will always love you”

He looked out the window as the lights of Toronto glistened in the winter sky and a soft snow began to fall. He stared at the snow for what seemed like hours and then felt his dread turn to an ethereal calm.

He picked up the phone.

“Room service, how can we help?”

“Could I please have your best bottle of Champagne?”

“Of course, sir. I assume two glasses?”

“No, one is fine. Thank you, my angel doesn’t drink.”