Ongoing Research

I just got a new toy (the lady friend who was pushing the boundries had hosted one of those Tupperware for Adult Novelty type of parties and I had ordered a vibrator while I was there).

I'm checking it out, and will give a full report later. Inital research indicates that it was a worthwhile purchase. I also purchased a shaving lotion and a perfume. The perfume is supposed to have phermones in it, but I got it more for the scent then the "drive your man wild with phermones" enchancement claim.

Look behind the Whole Post link below for a picture and a link the toy from the company I got it from:



The vibrator's name is Lucid Dream and it's available through this link at Athena's Home Novelties

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Poem: Once More

A touch a caress a sigh
can't get enough
damn I have to go
sweet sorrow of parting
tart thrill of pleasure
kiss and shudder and melt
never want it to end
damn alarm clock

kiss me once more

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Fiction: The Hunt - Part 2

If I recall correctly, some of you have been waiting for this.... It'll go at least another chapter, probably two.

(For the first part as a refresher, click here)

The Hunt
Part 2

This song ends, and I’m reluctant to pull away. “I’m Grace. Come to my table for a drink?”

The lovely woman swallows visibly. Perhaps it is because the music is no longer playing her body like I hope to be soon, but then she nods to me. I take her warm hand in mine and lead her to our table. As I help her down the steps I ask her for her name. She says in a breathless little whisper, “I’d like that. I’m Anna.”

Her voice is like warmed wine.

I smile at the tentative note in her voice. “That’s my middle name. I was named for two of my great-aunts.” The small talk seems to relax her as we come to the table.

To read the rest of this part of the story, click on Whole Post

You’re sitting there, with a slight smile on your face. Her steps falter for a moment and I reach out to steady her. I gesture to you and start the introductions. “Anna, this is my friend Steven. Steven, I just met Anna on the dance floor and figured she needed a break and a drink.”

You stand and offer a hand to Anna. “I noticed you on the dance floor, you move very well.”

Anna bends her head a little, in a gesture I know very well. If it wasn’t for the darkened area of the booth, we’d be able to see a slight flush. “Thank you.”

You offer her your spot on the bench that lines the walls and serves as the chair. I’m happy to see that there are a couple of bottles of water and glasses with ice waiting for us. Again, you’ve been preparing. One would almost think you’re a Boy Scout.

Then, thanking the darkness, I blush at the thought of your knot-tying skills.

Anna sits down and I sit down next to her. I pat the space on the other side of me for you to sit because I get the feeling that crowding her in would just scare her, and not in a good way. Not if we want to take her back to the room later.

The bottles of water are still sealed, and I open hers for her and pour her a drink. I then open my own bottle and pour my own drink.

Then starts the getting to know you dance of words and touches. She mentions that it’s her first time at this club too, that a friend had suggested it. The waitress comes by and Anna orders a Saint Mortiz (Chambord & cream). Inspired by this, I order a French Kiss (Chambord, vodka, white creme de caco, and cream) for myself. You chuckle and lean over to me and stage-whisper, “Is that a hint?” Then you wave off the waitress, still nursing your only scotch for the night.

Anna’s eyes widen for a moment at your comment, then she notices the fruit platter on the table and reaches for the strawberry I had my eye on earlier. She dips it in the whipped cream and then takes a bite out of it, closing her eyes for a moment. Now I have an idea of what I look like when I do something similar. I have a momentary flash of respect for you and my other lovers who don’t just fuck me right then and there when I have that look on my face.

I wish there was enough light so I could see her flush. Then again, with any skill on our part, I’ll get her into a place where I can see it.

Our drinks come and she picks up her drink and brings it to her lips.

I look at the fruit then at you for a moment. You barely nod, and I reach for a strawberry of my own and dip it in the chocolate sauce. Anna pauses with her glass raised and watches my face just as intently as I was watching hers.

I grin just a little bit as I bite into it.

As I chew the piece of fruit, a little bit of juice from the strawberry edges out the corner of my mouth. Instead of using the napkin, I wipe it up with my finger and then suck the juice off while looking into Anna’s eyes.

She raises her glass and steadily drinks her Saint Mortiz until there’s only a smear of pinkish cream left in the glass.

I reach for my water and take a long sip to clear my palate before going to my own drink.

We talk. She gets another Saint Mortiz. We exchange little shreds of information. She’s only been in the area for six months. You’ve been here for three years and I’m visiting from out of town. She’s an artist, a sculptor. I’m a programmer, and you’re an engineer.

Her friend had been here a few times and was going to meet her here tonight, but he called to cancel just before she saw me on the dance floor. She decided to stay and dance a little bit and then met me.

The music gets good again, and I excuse myself to dance. Anna stays behind.

This is the most interesting part of the hunt, and I’m never there for it. I want to know what it is that you say to our prey, how you coax her fantasies and tendencies from her like offering sugar to a skittish colt. I know what you do, but only in abstract. You make sure that either she would take us both, or not deny your presence. You explain how things work between the two of us, and how she would fit in our bed. In compliment to the words you weave so well, I dance and offer myself for the two of you from the dance floor.

It usually takes about four songs for you magic to work, or at least to find out that it won't work out at all for what we want tonight. I dance for all I’m worth, and thank the gods the music stays good. One of my favorite songs comes on as the fifth song. I cannot help but dance it. In the past we’ve joked that it’s the ultimate sub song, but tonight I’m not a sub. I still dance, turning it into pure sex and sensuality instead of servitude. The movements are still slow and controlled, a belly dance in slow motion. No shimmies, but a lot of isolations and flowing snake-like undulations.

The last time I danced to this song in front of you... I flush at the memory of the hotel room, the ben wa balls inside of me, and the chain from nipple clamps cold between my breasts.

Sweat gives my skin a bright sheen while I come back to the table. I notice a little “Do Not Disturb” card on the table as I get close to it. I smile to see that Anna’s leaning back against you, facing away just enough that I can see her easily. Her head is up and tilted back and you finish a deep kiss from her lips as I settle into the booth. You hand is on her belly, just like mine had been a little while ago.

She raises her head, a bit surprised I’m there, but the sexuality of the moment relaxes her to lean back and look at me.

“That was really hot, Grace. Don’t you think so, Anna?” Gods, you’ve turned on charm. Your voice has descended to molten honey and cinnamon and I’m sure it’s not possible for my pussy to get any wetter at the sound of it.

Anna sits up. The movement is languid, with that slightly smiling and sleepy glow that only happens when a woman has just had a fast and hard orgasm. You were a very busy man when I was on dance floor. It's too dark, but I bet your fingers on her belly are damp, and not from sweat.

I sit down on the other side of Anna and catch the scent of her perfume and arousal, sweet and spicy.

She reaches up to push the damp tendrils of hair away from my face. “Oh, yes,” she breathes lightly, the words almost lost in the dance beat outside the booth. “Very hot.”

She leans towards me, breath scented with raspberries and cream, and asks, “May I show you how hot it was to watch you?”

I nod, and she breathes, "Thank you," as she leans in to kiss me. Her lips were soft and I can taste a faint trace of scotch on her kiss, left over from you. I reach up and take her mouth carefully at first, getting the feel for her lips and tongue. She's eager, so I turn on my hunger, taking her mouth a bit more forcefully as she leans back into your warm body.

I hear your voice, low and soft, cutting across the throb of the music around us.

"That's it Grace, take her. You have to feel her give in, it's so delicious. She's so responsive and hungry, like you. That's it."

Gods, I love it when you talk like that.

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Pushing at boundries

A friend of mine yesterday invited myself and my best friend over to her place for "play time".

This surprised us because we knew her to be of the "straight but not narrow" bend and while fun to flirt with, the two of us were certain that nothing else would happen.

In a way, it was kind of strange. Our young friend seemed to throw herself into the situation without much of an idea of what she was getting into. She'd seen porn with lesbian scenes, of course, but she wasn't sure what to do or what she wanted, so she just offered herself with open arms. I got the feeling that she wasn't sure if she even wanted to do this.

She did admit that it was partially due to a dare from her boyfriend (who had told her, "nah, you wouldn't do it").

We all talked and relaxed and waited for the 5 month old Italian greyhound puppy to tire himself out. The puppy ended up in the bathroom (still riled up) as we spread out on one of those cotton printed tapestries (Celtic knot-work of course, the friend is a pale red-haired Irish lass).

We took it very easy on her, with gentle kisses and touches, sucks and little nibbles on her pretty breasts, slowly building up her arousal. With a little help of some lube (she's on a new birth control pill and has been a bit dry since she started taking it) and fingers....

Well, her reaction was (and I quote), "Wow."

She said later that she felt sort of bad that my best friend and I "didn't get anything out of it."

As my best friend put it, "A woman is most beautiful when she's about ready to scream in passion."

And our pale red-headed lass was most beautiful last night.

Knowing that we helped make that happen was something incredible

So I'm not sure what is going to happen in the future, but at least it was a beautiful night.

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hello from the front...

What have I been up to?

Lots of roleplaying (D&D/Living Greyhawk, not in the bedroom)

Giving one of my lovers a very special birthday present with the help of another lovely and sexy lady friend. I think my knocking on the hotel room door created the closest look of surprise anyone has seen on him--- right before the biggest grin in creation set in.

and getting ready to see if an opprotunity comes from a heavily suggestive invitation I've received for this evening....

so I'm off to the shower!

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