'All Systems Optimal' Excerpt

“Leave it to you to see luxury in what everyone else considers a hovel.” She looked up to the glass dome that covered the short length of the module acting as ceiling and walls. “It is beautiful, but a bit oppressive.”

He followed her gaze. A coral garden in infinite colors of teal, yellow, and purple stretched up jaggedly some distance from the front of the dome. Beyond was endless blue. “I have lived here since the overcrowding laws required me to leave topside. Three years and I am not tired of the view.”

Lolly shuddered. “So much water. And the damn seals always leaking. I worry that I’ll see a newsflash on the vid: ‘Hydro Terrace apartment building implodes under weight of a napping jelly fish.’” She waved her hands in front of her face in mock terror.

Tage laughed, pleased that humor was within his parameters. She was so vibrant and gregarious that it would be difficult to relate to her otherwise. He enjoyed their interactions. He gave into an impulse to touch her and playfully flicked her earlobe. “It is not as fragile as that. And anyway droids cannot drown, remember?”

She pursed full, shapely lips colored with a rich cinnamon gloss. He stared a moment, wondering if she would taste like cinnamon if he kissed her.

Her eyes twinkled as she gave him a slow inviting smile, as if she knew what he was thinking. His heartbeat quickened and his control over his body functions slipped enough that his shaft thickened. He turned back to the fruit on the counter and ran a hand through his tousled brown hair before he resumed slicing.

Lolly, incurable flirt that she was, would perhaps let him satisfy his curiosity, but he had good reason to hesitate. That reason pinged the door hatch as Tage struggle to calm down his erection.

Lolly skipped the three steps to the hatch and flung it open. From the doorway, Ian gave her a small smile which accentuated the perfection of his face. A gently squared jaw and high cheekbones gave him a rugged look, while wide sky blue eyes under shaggy chocolate eyebrows suggested sensitivity.

He wore his usual-a simply cut light cotton shirt with short sleeves, and baggy tan work pants. The snug shirt stretched across his toned chest, and was a light blue that made his eyes stand out. Tage’s throat tightened at the sight of him, accompanied by a pleasant lightness in his chest. Ian had always been beautiful to him, but lately, as with Lolly, his body’s reactions were intense and off program.

Ian moaned in appreciation and pulled her closer, one hand running over her short white dress and tight, round ass. “I love your way of being upset with me.” He gave Tage a teasing grin over her head. “And you mate? You upset too?”

Tage tilted his head as he attempted to decipher his friend’s meaning. Though sure Ian was making a joke rather than an invitation, Tage imagined walking over, squashing Lolly between them, and sliding his tongue between Ian’s lips. As the image burned in his mind, desire flared in his belly.

This is too much. Tage instructed the operating system of his postironic central nervous system to send out the necessary signals to calm the excited parts of his anatomy. His throat and erection relaxed immediately, but the feeling of lightness in his chest remained.

The Return of 'All Systems Optimal'

My short scifi MMF disappeared from the ranks of free reads here on my blog because I decided to sell it. And succeeded! It is currently available through the publisher New Dawning Bookfair and on Amazon Kindle. If you've already read it, you may be interested in purchasing the anthology Threesomed in which it's featured with nine other short erotic menage stories. Also available from New Dawning and on Kindle.

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Cold Stone

Milla looked around the dim passenger cabin trying to identify what had startled her. Bluish light danced on the ceiling, cast from the compute-pads most of the other commuters were plugged into. Her own pad sat on the tray in front of her displaying a bit of work she hadn’t finished during the day. She rubbed her strained eyes, removed her suit jacket, and tossed it in the empty seat next to her. Dion always teased that only the too efficient and overly-stressed took the express jump; maybe he was right. She was tired and imagining things.

Yawning, she brushed a braid back behind her ear…and froze. Dion’s life-stone, normally warm against her earlobe, was cold. Chills crawled across her skin. Her fingers grasped the stone and squeezed it as if that would make it come back to life. It pulsed weakly.

She sat paralyzed, unsure what to do. The stone was connected to an implant that monitored the heartbeat of the man she loved. He wore a matching one in his ear that monitored hers. It was a fad really. Something couples who work off-world had taken to. ‘Worlds apart, yet only a heartbeat away.’ was the slogan.

“Are you ok?” Milla jumped and stared at the attendant.

“Yes…no. I, ah, my husband’s life stone. It’s weak and pulsing.” She clutched it tighter. “He’s a technophobe. Doesn’t even have an ID implant, but I forced him to indulge me with the stones. It’s not supposed to go cold. I have to call him.” Her laugh was high pitched.

The man’s eyes went wide before he schooled his features. He squatted down and spoke to her in a soothing voice. “The field will be up for another twenty minutes.”

“Right, no communication from inside the jump field.”

He put a hand over her trembling one. “Perhaps it’s broken.” He turned and jaunted away, but not before she saw pity in his eyes.

As soon as the ship landed in the city space port, Milla used her compute-pad to connect with Dion’s office. “Mr. Dion has not returned from his meal break, Ms. Milla,” his automated assistant informed her.

“I have to find him.” She tried to match the AI’s calm tones as she explained the situation.

“The probability that he will survive is less than one percent,” it reported.

“What?” Her heart pounded painfully in her chest. She wished she could reach through the pad and slap some feeling into the voice on the other end.

“Life-stones, though little more than toys, are quite accurate. Pulsing indicates his heart is failing. He will die soon.” Milla screamed wordlessly, helplessly at the pad. “Miss?”

She forced deep breaths into her body.  He couldn’t have just developed a sudden illness. “There must be some other explanation.”

The AI replied, “There is a point one percent chance that the stone’s signal is being blocked at the source by strenium, a rare metal, however the likelihood that he has been involved in an accident is eight-five percent.”

Milla disconnected the call and threw the pad across the aisle. The cabin was empty and silent. She could hear her own heart thunder as it worked its way into full panic. An accident. But I just saw him this morning.

As he’d stood in their kitchen making breakfast, she gazed at the fire red highlights revealed in his dark brown hair by the sunlight. He grinned at her in sudden inspiration. “Milla, why don’t we skip work,” he slipped the omelet onto a plate and pulled her into the warmth of his arms, “and stay in bed all day?”

Hesitating, she toyed with medallion that lay nestled in the curls on his chest. She was so busy at work lately; they hadn’t spent much time together. “Dion, I wish I could, but I’ve too much work to do.”

Now, tears of regret stung her eyes. If she had said yes, would this be happening? She shook herself. Somewhere, Dion lay dying. She sobbed and lunged for the pad.

She connected with security and spoke with yet another AI. “Our logs indicate Mr. Dion has elected not to have an ID implant?”

“Yes?” She could almost hear the thing sigh.

“There is an unidentified male currently in urgent care at the hospital. He was involved in an accident near your husband’s workplace, so it is likely him. He is not expected to recover. I suggest you go there directly.”

“Thank you,” Milla replied weakly. She disconnected and stumbled out the ship, ignoring the attendant’s condolences. She barely had time to shield her eyes from the sun’s glare reflected off a hundred silver city spires, before a personal transport stopped in front of her. When it asked her for her destination she just stared at the console.

If the security AI was wrong and Dion was at home, getting to him right away was paramount. But if he was at the hospital he would not survive long enough for her to stop at home first. She gripped the console with hands gone bloodless. After a deep steadying breath, she gave her home address. Five minutes away, the pulsing stopped. The stone was utterly cold.

Tears streamed down Milla’s face as she reached for the key pad on her front door. The normally soothing sounds of the breeze through leaf-filled trees and the rushing water of the small nearby brook only reminded her of their isolation from the city. She ran into the bedroom, and there he was. Supine on the bed, arms and legs limp and very still. A wail broke from her lips as she stumbled closer to the bed. "Dion. God no."

He snored. "What?" Her face contorted with hopeful confusion. Then she saw his medallion at the end of the chain around his neck. His father's war medallion made of a rare metal. "Strenium." And the thing was plastered on his sweaty temple, right over the damn implant.

Ezulie's Gift

All over the beach clusters of drummers banged out a driving rhythm. Celebrants accompanied the hypnotic beat with singing, horn blowing, and cymbal playing under a full yellow moon. The sound of the waves climbing up the beach added their rhythm to that of the drums. Shelia crossed her arms tightly over her chest as her eyes darted around trying to take in everything at once. Feeling like she was on vacation on another planet instead of another country, she released her arms, determined to relax.

She walked along the shoreline where blocks of white garbed priestesses, initiates, and acolytes broke up the festive ocean of orange, purple, mauve, and teal of the carnival style dressed celebrants. Her hands fluttered over the thin purple silk sarong draped around her brown toned thighs.

The rough texture of its hand-painted flowers gently scraped against her nipples. She resisted the urge to cover them with her arms again. Even though many others danced and walked around the beach wearing much less, she couldn’t help feeling a bit self conscious. Nothing about this was ordinary for the young disciplined Christian woman.

She stood in the midst of a celebration for Ezrulie, the Vodoun Goddess of sensuality. Her pastor would not approve of her being there. His scolding voice quoted scripture in her head, ‘For thou shalt worship no other god: for the LORD, whose name is Jealous, is a jealous God.’ Sheila shivered and goose bumps crawled along her flesh. She blew out a breath and shook her head trying to free it of the phantom voice. The scripture had no relevance to her. She didn’t even believe in Ezrulie. Still, if she had doubts perhaps she should go.

She chewed her lip as she edged around a laughing, bare breasted young woman. Pastor’s voice continued to scold, “You should leave before you get yourself into trouble; the fornication kind.” A twinge of guilt twisted her gut. The truth was, getting into just that kind of trouble was exactly why she was here. High-inducing drum beats and half naked dancers were child’s play compared to that. She began to walk hesitantly down the beach again, as doubts assailed her.

She shook them off. After all, what had her reputation as a pious, chaste, God-fearing woman gotten her? Single, three weeks before her wedding. Dumped by her supposedly God-fearing fiancé. Deacon high and mighty said she was too virginal for him. He’d made noises about how she was too good for him, but that was bull. Eight months later, he was married someone else, and here she stood on this beach. Single, alone, virginal.

A naked couple swept passed her, laughing as they ran towards the water. The man’s erection slid across the back of her hand in an accidental brush, leaving a pleasant tingling sensation behind. A jolt shot through her as strong as if a lover had given her an intimate caress. She hugged herself, trying to pull herself together as her hormones raged. She couldn’t believe she was reacting so powerfully to such a meaningless touch of skin.

The couple reached the water and twisted themselves around one another in an enthusiastic kiss. They had no issues with making a public display of themselves. Sheila felt her cheeks burn at the thought of her own body being bared for all here to see. Well, wasn’t that her sensual plan; to unleash herself far from home where only strangers would witness? Her courage failed her, and she turn to head back to her hotel room.

But she didn’t, couldn’t. A gentle urging from the back of her mind kept her rooted where she stood in the midst of the crowd of half naked party goers. Not an urging, an instinct that something fabulous would happen if she pushed past her boundaries and stayed.

As she stood poised on the point of indecision, she saw her. Flowers and shells had been sewn into her braids, the shells chiming against one another softly as she turned her head to look right at Sheila. A priestess. A beautiful mirror image of her Goddess. Two initiates in white sat before her, eyes closed and heads thrown back in prayer. Sheila was drawn in by the woman’s eyes; trapped so that she couldn’t look away. “Will you let the Goddess in sister?” the priestess asked her. Sheila felt her belly twist as a new doubt entered her mind. This woman had something. A glow about her. Power. What if the Goddess was real? Unnerved she stepped back slowly as the woman picked up a gourd and offered its’ contents to the two initiates.

They drank eagerly, grinning. The male initiate started to convulse rhythmically; hopping gracefully and quickly to his feet to twist his body in hard deliberate movements. The female undulated her body gently as she stood, creating the illusion that she was floating, and then hovering above the ground. Or maybe it isn’t an illusion. Were her feet, covered by her long white gown, touching the ground? They both beamed; joy bright in their eyes. Sheila’s heart beat faster as she watched them. This was similar to people dancing in the Holy Spirit at church. But what spirit was upon these two? The brew or something else?

The priestess smiled reassuringly and beckoned her to drink from the gourd. Sheila shook her head and took another step back. She didn’t leave. That instinct was there again, pushing her forward. She was paralyzed with indecision again. She shook herself and blew out a frustrated breath. She was a decisive person and had had more than enough of this crippling doubt. She reminded herself the goddess was not real, then snatched the cup from the priestess’ hand and gulped down a generous mouthful. The priestess laughed as Shelia sputtered. The brew was sweet and spicy. Creamy like milk, with a hard hit of cinnamon.

Joyous warmth spread out from her belly to engulf her whole body. Her anger and doubts lost their edge as a tangible calm settled over her. She briefly wondered what was in the brew but realized she didn’t really care. She felt too good. An abundance of energy shot though her demanding to be used to some purpose. The priestess gazed at her and murmured, “Let the Goddess in.” Sheila dismissed this advice. Instead she reveled in the feeling of elation and sought a way to express it.

The two initiates had found a way. They ate at each other’s mouths and swallow one another’s laughter as they tore the white garb from their bodies. The man’s glorious erection jumped eagerly when the woman stroked him with a sure hand. Lust pooled in Shelia’s belly, and with wantonness, she stepped towards them. But a young man spun in front of her, to block her view of them and the watchful priestess. His arms were outstretched as if to say go no further.

She shied away from him, startled. She felt like a child who’d had her hand slapped away from the campfire. So pretty, but so dangerous. She lifted her chin and stared at him. The bemused half smile on his face and the slight shake of his head seemed to call her naïve. What did he care? The question drifted out of her mind as she let her eyes wander over this curious obstacle. He wore a gold loin cloth over a full and heavy looking bulge. The bit of clothing left his lean, well toned chest and legs bare. Delectable brown nipples stood out from his honey olive skin which was dusted with gold glitter from head to toe. The abundant jet black wavy hair that fell almost to his waist was crowned with an elaborate gold and green feathered headdress.

Sheila’s insides tightened and her cheeks heated. She felt her lips curl up in an appreciative smile, and stilled them. She was wary of this beautiful man. Of the affect he had on her. But perhaps that meant he was the opportunity she sought. She waited for him to make some indication of his intentions.

His amber eyes steady on her, he began a slow serpentine dance. The effects of the heady brew combined with the sight of his contracting abs and writhing hips mesmerized her. She forgot to breath. He laughed as she took in a gulp of air, and then moved closer to her as he continued his gyrating dance. The touch of his body invited hers to follow. She did, hesitantly; the rhythm pulling at her. She resisted. “Let go” he said, his eyes encouraged her. “The Goddess is here.” He traced his fingers lightly over her heart as he said it. Sheila crinkled her brow as she thought, Is she? Here in my heart? I feel nothing. He grinned at her as if he knew her thoughts. “Dance”, he said. “Let the drums move you. Let the Goddess in.”

Tentatively at first, she moved with the drums. The driving rhythm forced sharp, staccato movements from her body. Something heavy was fell away from her, and she felt light and free. Yes, this is what I’m here for. I want this. His rich laughter flowed over her, warming her. “The Goddess is here!” he said again. Warmth grew within her. Her movements gentled into soft undulations and flowing arms. She opened, expanded. A fresh, gentle, and unmistakably feminine presence lovingly embraced her. An electric zing of shock passed through Shelia as identified it. “Ezrulie.”, she whispered in awe. The Goddess was real, and in her, claiming her as one of her own.

‘For thou shalt worship no other god…’ Icy fingers seemed to grip her heart. She collapsed to the ground. Curled up into a ball, Sheila clamped her arms around her knees and tried to keep the Goddess out. Now I’ve done it! Blasphemy! She shook off the soothing hands of the priestess and the golden man while she waited for some terrible punishment from God to descend upon her.

Nothing happened.

The rich, sensuous laughter of Ezrulie echoed in her head. ‘Child, what were you expecting? A lightning bolt to burn you to ash? Or to be eaten alive by a plague of locusts? Foolishness.’

Sheila rolled the Goddess’ words slowly around in her head as she continued to hold herself tense against God’s absent wrath. She gasped and sat up looking Heaven-ward as she realized no reaction was coming. She burst out laughing. “Lightning bolts and locusts!” she sputtered. “Bless me I did actually expect it.”

Ezrulie’s laughter joined hers. ‘Do you think God really wants you to be afraid?’

Sheila sobered, pondering. Maybe not. I don’t know. But, I know I don’t want to be afraid. She stood and swung her head and shoulders back. Her long caramel hair cascaded down her back with the movement. She opened her arms and heart to the sky and laughe; laughed so hard joyful tears washed down her face. She hovered a moment with her arms wide to savor the presence of the Goddess as it poured over her like clean cool water. It made her skin tingle as it flowed down through her outstretched arms, to pulse pleasantly through her head, and into her heart.

The golden man joined her in a dance. She ran her hands down his smooth powerful thighs then up until she tentatively stroked his firm ass. She moaned, then laughed and grinned at him. She let her hands travel over his tight, hot body. He shivered slightly and invited her in closer with his arms and heated gaze. How much guilt had she built up around such a simple, innocent pleasure? As her lust rose, urgency came with it, crowding out the subtle cool energy of Ezrulie. He pulled back as if he sensed it, and instructed her again, “Dance.”

She moved again as she closed her eyes and opened herself to the quiet, joyous presence. Ezrulie came, a blissful flow of energy at once both calming and ecstatic. Shelia allowed the flow of energy to move her more than the music. She spun, undulated, laughed, and twisted in her own space within herself. Alone with the Goddess. She was aware of others who danced and still others who watched. And she could feel him close by, the energy of Ezrulie riding him as well.

She felt like she could reach out with psychic hands and touch him, merge with him, but an Ezrulie held her back. ‘This time is for you to be alone with your own sensual power.’

Sheila continued to dance in a frenzy. She let go of her self-imposed repression and burned away inhibitions. Her sarong danced its’ own dance around her body, flowing in the warm breeze that blew lovingly between her thighs to caress her damp curls.

The energy around her rose in a final crescendo driven by the drums, the chants, and the dance around her. She allowed herself to be carried with it, as she shimmyed through the ecstatic climax, then shook as she journeyed back to awareness. She did not come fully back to a normal state of consciousness. She didn’t want to. Not yet. She settled onto the beach in a cross legged position to savor the blissful quivers through her body.

The energy around her changed slightly. She felt a strong presence behind her, warm on her back. The presence seemed to hesitate, then meeting no protest, it solidified into a muscular male body. Shelia smiled, not needing to turn around to recognize him. She knew his energy now, could feel the slight rumbling vibration and joyful little prickles that marked him.

She laughed at herself. She didn’t believe in any new agey stuff like chakras and auras, and yet here she was reveling in it. His energy wrapped around her as his naked thighs dusted with gold glitter engulfed hers. She welcomed both the energetic and physical touch.

His large, smooth palms slid down her body to her hips. Gently, he pulled her against him, her back supported by his chest as his hot engorged flesh pressed into her. His lips kissed, sucked at her neck, triggering more waves of pleasure and soft cries.

She shivered as she felt his tongue, lightly licked and tickled, then firmly bathed her neck with moist heat and pressure. Soft bites followed. She was limp with pleasure, and her body surrendered itself to this man’s arms. His hands untied her sarong and removed it from between their bodies. Her soft skin rubbed against firm male flesh. The warmth grew into a hot energetic pulsing throughout her body that was echoed by his.

She felt the Goddess inside her and him flow back and forth until their energy merged and she felt bound to him. She rocked her hips back, and felt the length of him between her buttocks. He groaned against her neck at the welcome pressure. His hands caressed her breasts; his fingers pinched her erect nipples. Her genitals clenched with anticipation of release. And all the while, the hot pulsing of their joined energies and that of Ezrulie built around them, and pulled them to higher states of ecstasy.

Sheila turned her head to invite a kiss. Their lips met hungrily. Breath flowed from one to the other in the slight space that appeared and disappeared between their lips. Through their joined breathes their merging deepened. Their hearts connected at a level higher than mere flesh.

She welcomed him in-on so many levels-and he accepted her invitation. His hand was smooth and hot on her belly as he drew her closer. His erection nudged against her slick lips before it slipped blissfully inside. She cried out and felt his gasp against her cheek as he filled her. They paused like that, in no rush to move on; the moment so delicious that it didn’t require movement. Eventually, though, desire built between them and demanded fulfillment. She had to move then, and rocked her hips against him. He rolled his hips with hers so their love making felt like a continuation of the earlier dance. She gripped his strong thighs for support as she thrust herself down upon him again and again.

“Ezrulie.” He murmured, his voice becoming strained. His fingers strayed from her belly to massage the sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs. She jumped in ecstasy at the contact. An electric line of pre-orgasmic pleasure zipped straight to her innermost core. Her womb tightened around him of its’ own accord, and he groaned in response. He thrust wildly, then torturing slow. The fast rhythm overwhelmed both her throbbing, needy womanhood and her unraveled emotions. But the slow strokes were worse as he dragged his hot thick member across every single nerve inside her at an excruciatingly leisurely pace.

She felt an orgasm build as he continued his erratic rhythm-fast fast, slow, fast fast, slow. Then her orgasm crushed over her in waves. He held still inside of her as she came, pressed against that magic spot inside that intensified the pleasure and drew out her ecstasy. At the crest of each orgasmic wave she seemed to disappear and melt into him, the Goddess, the nearby ocean, the universe. There was no thought, no sense of her body, only pure ecstasy. Every time the waves of her orgasm receded, a small thrust of his hips started them again.

She squeezed around his pulsating shaft. He quaked as his impending orgasm demanded to be released. As she came again she clamped down on him as hard as she could and brought him with her. They undulated against one another and moaned; temporarily helpless and overcome pleasure. He kissed her, wet and opened mouth, passionate and sweet. She smiled with delight, as she returned his kisses. She felt the Goddess leave as something else settled down inside, taking up permanent residence. Her own personal sensual power.

At a touch on her shoulder, she reluctantly broke her lips away from his and turned to see the priestess. The woman beamed at her. She leaned down to place a kiss on Shelia’s forehead. “Welcome home, sister.”

Shelia crinkled her brow. “What was in that brew I drank?” It must be some sort of hallucinogen. An unpleasant thought struck her. Would this newfound power leave her when she came down?

The priestess, reading her face correctly, shook her head. “The magic was not in the milk, it was in you. The brew is only a trick to make you see it. Once initiated to it, it will never leave you.” She grinned. “Don’t take my word for it. Call it again.”

Shelia smiled wickedly at the naked golden man who still held her in his arms, and he grinned back. She called up the sensual power now curled up contentedly in her belly and it flared to life. It wrapped around them both with renewed ardor. Before it swept them away again into the boundary-less passion, Shelia thanked the Goddess Ezrulie for her gift.

Fun Sci-Fi Sex Part I: Pon Farr

I had to do post on Star Trek, one of the sci-fi worlds I grew up with. It was suggested that I write about Klingon mating rituals, but I must admit I find Klingons among the least appealing sentient beings in the universe. So sorry Worf. But you and Deanna Troy? Really? The exception would be B’Elanna Torres, the sexy Klingon/human half breed rebel on Voyager. I always appreciated her attitude and barely contained fire. Though I liked Paris, I thought he was a bit too mellow for her. Chakotay would have been my choice. So hot!

As far as sci-fi sex practices go, the Pon Farr has always fascinated me. Vulcans are so contained and emotionless, that the idea of them going into a violently sexual heat every seven years is thrilling. And the sexy part is they must mate with someone they are empathically bonded to or they die! Oh yeah, they can also purge the Pon Farr in ritual combat, but that’s no fun.

One of my favorite episodes is Blood Fever. It demonstrates the Pon Farr well and involves my girl, B’Elanna. A Vulcan junior officer, Vorik, is going threw his first Pon Farr and chooses B’Elanna for his mate. Presumptuous. Don’t worry, she puts him straight. But not before he accidentally transfers the Pon Farr to her via plak tow, the telepathic mating bond. God I love Star Trek! Then, fortunately she and Paris become trapped in a cave together.

So we have B’Elanna, a fiery Klingon in a Vulcan sexual frenzy trapped with charming but not so alpha Tom Paris. I though his protestations of taking advantage of her in horny state were cute. But I wasn’t fooled. Mistress B’Elanna was in complete control of the situation. She’s physical and emotionally stronger than he is, and it didn’t ring true when she backed down and angrily accepted his refusal.

The last bit of the episode was perfect, however, showing that B’Elanna is definitely the dom in that relationship. Vorik challenges Paris for the right to mate with her, and B’Elanna says screw that, I’ll fight you myself. And of course, she proceeds to kick his ass. You go girl!

So Star Trek fans, what are your favorite Pon Farr moments? Or any favorite Star Trek couples?

After Hours

I hate working late on Fridays. So does my boss. Which is why every Friday she bails out at 4P and I’m left to twiddle my thumbs until 6P. Needless to say, staying after 6P on a Friday is just not something I do. So, last Friday, as I was preparing to leave work, a man entering the lobby of my insurance office was the last thing I wanted to see. “I’m sorry, sir, we’re closed.” I was annoyed, but still noticed that he was rather attractive. He had lightly tanned, smooth looking skin, and a kind of baby face that made it difficult to tell his age. As I stepped closer, I was drawn into innocent grey eyes. My eyes discretely strayed down his tall, lean frame hidden beneath a very classy looking suit. Though his suit was well tailored, he was not.

His blond hair was a tousled mess. A very attractive mess. I had the almost irresistible urge to reach out and run my fingers through it. I realized with embarrassment that I was staring at him with my mouth open. I shut it and stammered out an apology. But he clearly didn’t mind because he gave me a slow inviting smile. Flushing, I tried to play it off. “I’d be more than happy to help you Monday morning.”

Looking disappointed, he ran a hand through his hair. “Can you make an exception? See, I’m going to my sister’s birthday party, and I bought her this expense bracelet. Maybe too expensive for a thirteen year old. She loses things.” He flashed me a beseeching smile. “Please.”

I crossed my arms under my ample breasts and lifted an eyebrow at him, taunting. “You want me to stay after hours to insure a necklace that is sure to be lost? And, you think I should do that for a mere ‘please’?”
His smile and eyes turned warm, not just friendly warm, smoldering. “Well, I could offer you more.” He sauntered towards me, his eyes freely roaming over my slender waist and curvy hips, down to my shapely legs and high heels. He stopped in front of me, barely an inch between us. The heat from his body seeped over me slowly like a newly lit fire. “I think I can convince you to stay open a little longer.”

He caressed my face with large, warm hands and looked into my eyes. A deep, soul penetrating gaze that had me melting into vulnerable pool of want. My hands found their way inside his jacket as his lips met mine. His silky lips were so delicious, coaxing mine into a slow dance. Lust overcame decorum. I wanted more. My hands stroked over the hard muscles of his chest, and began to unbutton his shirt.

I returned to reality long enough to realize we were still in the lobby where any passer-by could see us. I tore myself away from him reluctantly and went to lock the outer door. I was sure I blushed as I asked him, “Will you step into my office please?”

“Excellent, I really appreciate this.” He grinned at me wickedly, managing to look both boyish and sensually naughty at the same time.

“I’m sure.” I teased as I shut the door. He grinned wider and gave a little laugh before pulling me against him and putting his month on mine in another soft, wet kiss. His hands gripped my ass through my cotton skirt, kneading and rubbing. I tangled my hands in that tousled hair pulling his head gently to encourage more kisses. His tongue licked over my lips before coaxing its way inside my mouth. Once there it was hot and demanding, dancing with my own tongue.

He pulled my hips to his and I moaned as his erection rubbed against my thigh. I could feel my pussy lips sliding against each other as my juices flowed. He moved his hands between us to squeeze and massage my large breasts. Unbuttoning my sweater, he pulled down a cup of my bra and sucked the erect nipple into his mouth. His circling tongue felt so wonderful, I craved to have it work on another part of my body. Aching to felt him, I reached inside his pant and cupped his cock, just savoring its warmth and hardness for a moment. Slowly, I began to massage the base, right above his balls.

He shivered slightly and groaned around my breast. I traced a finger up his shaft to the sensitive spot below the head and pressed. He groaned louder; a growl, and thrust into my hand as he moved up to bite my neck. Exquisite chills raced down my spine, and my cunt, my whole body, spasmed. I even whimpered a little as he began licking my ear. I stroked him while he teased the sensitive flesh. Moist droplets seeped onto my fingers from his plumb head and I sighed with anticipation. I wanted to taste him.

Kneeling, I assisted him out of his trousers while he removed his jacket. I was already on him as he struggled out off his shirt and tie. I started with steady long strokes, taking him all the way in my mouth until my nose touched his stomach, then pulling back slowly until just the head is in my mouth. He shuddered just a little harder with each pass. He tasted delicious, clean musky male with a hint of spice. I drank him in reveling in each tremor, each moan, each spasm of his cock.

He pulled away suddenly leaving my mouth hungry. My moan of protest was silenced as he pulled me into his arms and kissed me as if he my breath were a source of sustenance. He carried me to the plush love seat and lay me down, his lips still tangled with mine. I was enraptured, completely captured in our kiss. He bestowed reverent, magical kisses down my body parting my clothing on his way. Each kiss sent exquisite chills through me, and my pussy throbbed in longing, awaiting its’ turn to be worshipped.
When his tongue caressed my swollen clitoris, I felt muscles deep in my pussy twitching. I moaned in appreciation, and arched into his mouth. My desire and need for him intensified as he alternately tongue kissed my clit and thrust his tongue into my pussy teasing but not reaching the sweet spot inside. “More.” I pleaded. And his eyes smile up at me from between my legs.

He stood, pulling my legs over his shoulders. He stared at me, nostrils flaring in lust as he slowly rescued an eager condom from its’ wrapping. He rolled it down over his erection, and shivered as I reached down to massage the latex covered head of his cock.

Then we both watched, mesmerized as his cock slowly disappeared inside me. He was pleasantly thick and filled me up wonderfully. He sighed in contentment when his cock was completely sheathed inside me, and I looked into his eyes. They had softened, gone from grey to a pale blue, and his face held the wonder of a child discovering something new and impossible. Raw want clenched in my belly again at that look. Then the wonder was replaced by a wicked, mischievous gleam as he began to plunge into me deeply and slowly. I lay there gazing into his eyes as he leisurely fucked me delighting in the sweetness of it but not expecting to come. I was in for a pleasant surprise.

His thumb began to trace lazy circles over my clit while his hips angled each thrust upward so that the head of his cock kissed my g-spot over and over again. Pressure built sluggishly, but steadily inside me. His cock seemed to swell as I tightened around him, and he groaned. His lust filled gaze remained steady on my face as it twisted with agonized pleasure. “That’s right; let me see how pretty you are when you come.”

I crept into an orgasm so intensely drawn out, that I was sure my pussy had slipped into a dimension where time had slowed for it alone. While I bucked and screamed out my release, my pussy rode every spasm of my orgasm individually, making sure I appreciated each one. And then he rode me hard. Without time to come down, I stay at an ecstatic peak while he moved towards his own release. When I came again, my pussy milking his cock relentlessly with strong, deep contractions, he was pushed over the edge. We groaned out our pleasure, and then he pulled me up into an embrace. It was some time before either of us felt inclined to move.

He got his insurance policy. And I’m not even should I care if little sis loses that gold bracelet. As I left the office with his number programmed into my phone, I thought, maybe working over time once in awhile isn’t so bad.

Submission grappling with vampires!

If you’ve read ‘Chosen’ then you know that Shauna Christie is a pretty tough chick. Well, in her newest adventures in my work in progress, 'Lukoran’s Faithful', she’ll be kicking butt Brazilian Jujitsu style. I chose to use BJJ in my story because I figured it would negate the vamps’ advantage of speed and strength. My vamps aren’t super human in these areas unless they are bloodborn vamps of a certain age. Other vamps have only slightly heightened abilities. But BJJ is a martial art that relies on less on size, strength, and speed, and more on leverage.

When I started doing more research and watching YouTube videos, and I kind of got hooked on BJJ. I wanted to try it myself. I figured I should anyway just for the research. So, off I went to a practice class I found on the internet. I was really nervous about going, and worried that I wasn’t in shape enough for this. I remember from my Caperiora days that martial arts class can be extremely demanding physically. I didn’t want get hurt, or worse, embarrass myself.

Well, I went anyway and I had a great time. My experience of BJJ is that it is very multi-layered. It’s a game of control, a struggle to get the better position and dominate your opponent. Hum, sounds a bit like the relationship between a strong heroine, and alpha hero. BJJ is also a very intimate sport. At first I was like, “really? We’re going to lock our legs around one another and refuse to let go?” I got over it, but there is little room for shyness or personal space issues.

My first roll was with a guy who had some experience. He went easy on me of course. We learned how to ‘pass the guard.’ Basically, one person is lying on their back with their legs wrapped around the other’s waist. The person on top is in the bottom’s guard and has to try to get out of it. It was fun trying, but I liked the defensive position best. When I had him in my guard, I clung like an evil monkey! Once, I grabbed his shirt to try and pull him back down to the ground (like that was going to happen) and his shirt ripped. Oops!

Good times! Here is a video demo on passing the guard. Can’t you see Shauna and Lukoran in an erotic grapple? I can. In fact I’ve already written that scene!