Make me dirty

[AnAngelReally]

Twinkle twinkle little star

Call me Jelly Legs if you must, but after the encounter with the Monster Cock, I can only lie on my back as a young nurse-trainee straddles my face and licks my clit. I’m beginning to think that the 69 technique is a job requirement.

I’m tempted to hitch a ride with one of the ambulances, but those guys are even more insatiable than I am. So I pick up a combo at the drive-thru and eat it in the parking lot. I only have to blow the manager for the price of it. I don’t mind. I’ve had his wife often enough. He deserves a little something in return now and again.

All those proteins give me a much needed boost of energy.

When I make it home and park my beat up old Toyota, I notice a red light on the roof of the garage. My older brother is watching the stars again.

You see, Mark is a bit of a nerd. Well, a big time nerd. He’s into all kinds of scientific stuff, most of which I can’t make heads or tails of. Oh! Did I mention that he’s a third Dan Shotokan karate nerd? One of those nobody dares harass.

One of his passions is astronomy. Since my parents live on the outskirts of town, light pollution is minimal. Still, he built a six foot wall around the roof to cut even more of it. That’s the official reason. The real one is that he wanted a place to have fun with his then girlfriend and now wife.

So I walk in the garage and give the coded knock for him to lower the ladder. (We had the same arrangement for the tree house we built in the woods.)

I’m not surprised to find her naked, between his legs, gobbling his thick cock. He’s wearing his modified karategi with an opening to let his hard meat out. He was Julia’s karate teacher for years before she managed to corner him and show him a few things of her own.

“Hey, kid! Come over here and look at Orion. I got it centered on the ‘scope for you.”

Only a nerd would offer his telescope when his wife is mooning me.

I kneel behind her and caress her glowing white globes. She looks at me over her shoulder.

“How was the volunteer work?”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you, so I’ll show you in a while. First, let me enjoy your little body.”

She’s what you would call petite. At five-one, she normally tips the scale at ninety pounds, but all that’s changed in the last couple of months. I love running my hands on her bulging belly. Sometimes, I can even feel the little guy kick while we make love.

Yes, I said the ‘L’ word. With almost anybody else it’s energetic, satisfying sex. With Julia, it’s something else. First, we’ve been BFFs since kindergarten, second, we discovered the pleasures of carpet munching together, third, we took each other’s anal cherry. All that creates a special bond between two girls, you know.

I caress her for a while, then I strip. I want to feel her as I lean on her back to kiss her neck and fondle her breasts. I’m very careful. The closer she comes to term, the more sensitive are. Her nipples are always hard these days. I can’t wait to suckle at them.

Her breasts and belly are smooth with the lotion she obsessively rubs on them to prevent stretch marks. I don’t care. When I reach her clit, she moans around Mark’s cock. She spreads her legs to give me better access so I get on my back on the futon she’s kneeling on. (Mark may enjoy these little trysts, but he’s very protective of Julia.)

She reaches down to pull her own lips apart for me to feast on her pussy. We discovered much together and I’ve taught her everything I learned on my own. She squats on my mouth so I don’t have to strain to reach every inch of her. Isn’t she sweet?

I lick her with the flat of my tongue from perineum to clit which I caress with my nose at every pass. I reach in as far as I can to scoop as much of the little mother’s cream as possible. She’s simply delicious. She must have been fingering herself while deep throating my brother because in minutes, she starts shaking and she nearly suffocates me trying to get more of my tongue in her. I can’t swallow fast enough and some of her cream flows down the sides of my face.

Before she’s done, I hear Mark grunt his release and Julia moan her satisfaction. She takes her sweet time cleaning him up and I make her climax a second time before she rolls off and joins me on the thin mattress.

We kiss and she licks my cheeks. Like me, she loves tasting herself on another woman.

“I have a surprise for you, sweetie.” I tell her.

“Oh! Goodie! I love surprises. What is it? A new toy?”

“Better. Remember how you always wanted to fist me, but I was too tight?”

“Yeah, so?”

“Let’s just say that right now, I feel almost as you will after giving birth to Junior.”

“Damn! I wish I could do some volunteer work too.”

As she’s talking, she’s checking me out... up close. Her eyes grow wide when she sees my gaping hole.

“A man did that?”

“I met King Cock earlier. He didn’t climb the Empire State building. I climbed him instead and it felt pretty much the same.”

By now, she’s kneeling between my legs which she pushed against my tits with the order for me to hold them.

All that turned me on something fierce and she ‘has to’ lick me dry... or drier, at least, since I only produce more cream under her talented tongue. I hardly feel the two fingers she inserts in me, and the third leaves me unsatisfied. The fourth feels a bit better. When she adds her thumb, I sigh in relief. She lets a big gob of spit fall, but I’m creaming so much, it’s like a drop in a bucket of lube.

As she twists and turns her hand gently, I can’t believe it. I’m actually being fisted. When it pops through, I moan loudly. I’m back in the hospital room, only the member filling me so full is wiggling inside my vagina to caress me everywhere. We are both awed as we watch her wrist move in and out. She even pulls her small hand halfway out to stretch me to the max.

Her lips and tongue on my clit are like a cherry on top of a Sunday. Essentially useless, but a mighty fine addition nonetheless.

On the fast track to a stupendous orgasm, I wish I could reach the small ass I see swinging in front of me, but she ordered me to hold on to my legs and she’s not one to disobey lightly. She has a heavy hand when it comes to spanking. Her kid’s in for a surprise the first time he mouths off. My brother seizes the opportunity. He’s lubing his erect manhood even as he kneels behind her. He always has some with him since she got pregnant and decided she didn’t want to risk hurting the fetus.

He pulls her cheeks apart and slowly penetrates her. She only grunts her ascent, never interrupting her fisting and sucking.

His thrusts reach me as he pushes her forward. For the second time that night, I’m jolly well fucked. It’s a good thing my parents are heavy sleepers and keep the windows shut for the a/c, because I can’t help crying out my pleasure as Julia sends me flying over the edge repeatedly, then she’s the one arching under Mark’s athletic pounding and letting the world know she’s having one glorious orgasm.

When he’s about to come, my brother warns his wife who turns over so he can coat her swollen belly. She immediately rubs his spunk all over it. She says she read somewhere that it’s the best organic skin lotion.

Who am I to argue with Cosmo? We kiss as I help her massage the stuff evenly.

When we come up for air, he’s back in his chair, watching some constellation or other. We look in each other’s eyes and see quite different ones.


Word: Directory

 

[AnAngelReally]

Sorry, friends. I just couldn't help myself.
The little nympho just had to let it all out.
In fact, she has her next escapade already planned.
You're going to lick your lips when you read it.

I'll wait my turn. I promise.

 

[AverageGary]

Sorry, friends. I just couldn't help myself.
The little nympho just had to let it all out.
In fact, she has her next escapade already planned.
You're going to lick your lips when you read it.

I'll wait my turn. I promise.

Word: Directory

If you and Silk can wait a few days I've got a few ideas for this.
No problem with you taking a few in a row.
Let your muse guide you on the nympho's next adventures... my personal preference is she stay straight - but I have no problem with her girl-on-girl adventures. Also, I hate incest stories so please don't have her do her brother in the next adventure, unless it's revealed it's her step brother and not biological brother.

 

[AnAngelReally]

Word: Directory

If you and Silk can wait a few days I've got a few ideas for this.
No problem with you taking a few in a row.
Let your muse guide you on the nympho's next adventures... my personal preference is she stay straight - but I have no problem with her girl-on-girl adventures. Also, I hate incest stories so please don't have her do her brother in the next adventure, unless it's revealed it's her step brother and not biological brother.

I'll wait. No problem.

Sorry, but she's bi. As she said in her first story:
"I’m one of the bi. I’ll swallow a cock, lick a clit, ride a dick or trib a pussy with equal fervor and enthusiasm."
Also, you may have noticed that I mostly write lesbian stories.
That's what I'm most comfortable with.
I've tried BG, even one BB, if you'll remember, but that's not where my Muses are at.
Again, sorry.

Her next adventure is of the catering variety where she serves as a dessert tray for a bunch of women at Julia's baby shower.
Then, she's thinking of re-visiting Sister Margaret Crank (remember her) and the parish priest for some fun times in the church.

Finally, this was NOT an incest story. She had sex with her BFF, Julia, NOT her brother.
That was the whole point of the story: her long time lover could finally fist her after King Cock had stretched her so much.

If my writing makes you uncomfortable, I'll leave Make Me Dirty to you and Silk, with regret, like I left Haiku and 6-words to you and the Corseted One. Just say the word. I really don't mean to impose.


Word: Directory

 

[AverageGary]

I'll wait. No problem.

Sorry, but she's bi. As she said in her first story:
"I’m one of the bi. I’ll swallow a cock, lick a clit, ride a dick or trib a pussy with equal fervor and enthusiasm."
Also, you may have noticed that I mostly write lesbian stories.
That's what I'm most comfortable with.
I've tried BG, even one BB, if you'll remember, but that's not where my Muses are at.
Again, sorry.

Her next adventure is of the catering variety where she serves as a dessert tray for a bunch of women at Julia's baby shower.
Then, she's thinking of re-visiting Sister Margaret Crank (remember her) and the parish priest for some fun times in the church.

Finally, this was NOT an incest story. She had sex with her BFF, Julia, NOT her brother.
That was the whole point of the story: her long time lover could finally fist her after King Cock had stretched her so much.

If my writing makes you uncomfortable, I'll leave Make Me Dirty to you and Silk, with regret, like I left Haiku and 6-words to you and the Corseted One. Just say the word. I really don't mean to impose.


Word: Directory

Your writing doesn't make me uncomfortable and I'm sorry if you got that impression. Keep writing wherever your muse takes you. Keep writing here.

I know she's bi and have no problem with that. My preference is to read more about her straight side, but I'm fine with both sides. It's like with porn - will I watch and enjoy a scene where one girl is eating another out while a guy bangs the eater from behind? Yes. Would I prefer they double-team him in multiple positions instead of doing cunnilingus on each other? Yes.

Keep writing the way you do it best, where your muse or feelings take you. I don't want to discourage you from participating in any thread. Don't remember Sister Margaret or the priest. Anxious to see if she and the sister double-team the priest or if sister and the priest double-team the nympho.

I know it wasn't an incest story, but given she's a nympho I wasn't sure what twists and turns the story would take. So mentioned the incest just in case it was going to take an usual turn.

 

[AnAngelReally]

Your writing doesn't make me uncomfortable and I'm sorry if you got that impression. Keep writing wherever your muse takes you. Keep writing here.
...
Keep writing the way you do it best, where your muse or feelings take you. I don't want to discourage you from participating in any thread. Don't remember Sister Margaret or the priest.
...
I know it wasn't an incest story, but given she's a nympho I wasn't sure what twists and turns the story would take. So mentioned the incest just in case it was going to take an usual turn.

Thanks Gary. I feel relieved.

Sister Margaret is on page 47. It was the story with Silk's word 'Crank'.
Go take a look back. It was a good one... I think. At least it was lots of fun writing.

Good thing you warned me off. Her mother would obviously have been at the baby shower.
So I'll send her on a cruise or make the whole thing for another occasion completely, such as a bachelorette party or something. (I suppose lot of it will depend on the Word I get.)
I'll save any incestuous adventure she may have for the submissions.
I don't want to offend your sensibilities.


Word: Directory

 

[AverageGary]

Word: Directory

"My name is Jerry and I have a sex addition."

"Hi Jerry" the others in the room shouted out to him.

"I'm here because I've got a high sex drive, I'm always wanting it and my wife can't keep up," I said.
"I would never cheat on her so I turned to porn - the written word and videos. I guess it might be more of a porn addiction, than a sex addiction, and I didn't think groups like this existed, but when I looked in the phone directory, I saw this group listed."

"Jerry, what is about the porn that keeps you coming back?" the group leader said.

"The fantasy aspect," I said. "With the videos I can fantasize that I'm the stud banging the hot babes. With the written word, I can imagine myself in a variety of situations, some of which I might be afraid to try in real life. In the world of words, you can imagine yourself in any situation, trying anything."

"Are you afraid the online world is ruining your relationship with your wife sexually?" the leader continued.

"No, I know I can separate the fantasy world from reality. The fantasy world is a fun escape, but when you're having sex with someone you love it can't be topped."

"So why are you here?" the group leader asked.

"Because I'm afraid I'm starting to spend too much time online and at times I can't stop thinking about the fantasy world."

"Okay," the leader said. "How about we try breaking your addiction by limiting how often you go online?"

"I can try," I said sheepishly. "But I tried doing that on my own and failed, which is why I'm here."

The rest of the group gave me encouragement and then went around in the circle discussing the progress each of them made during the week.

After the meeting a black-haired beauty came up to Jerry and said "My name is Jen and I think I can help you with your addiction, come to this address tomorrow at 1."

She handed me a card that showed an address of 400 Main Street.

The next day I showed up at the address. The windows were painted black so he couldn't see inside. He walked inside and the walls were painted to look like a jail cell.

He walked to the reception desk and told the raven-haired receptionist that Jen told him to come here. She got on the phone and told Ann her appointment had arrived.

Jen came out to greet him wearing a black leather corset, long black gloves and long leather boots with spiked heels.

"Come with me now," she demanded.

I got up and followed her, admiring how well the leather hugged her body, accentuating all of its curves. We walked down a hallway and entered a small room.

After locking the door behind me, she grabbed a whip from the wall.

"Strip!" she shouted and cracked the whip.

"How is this supposed to help me?" I asked.

"Strip!" she shouted again, this time cracking the whip so it hit my chest.

"What the hell?" I said.

"I'm going to help you overcome your addiction, but you have to strip. You are not going to get to touch me, we are not going to have sex, but you need to strip."

Throwing caution into the wind, I stripped down and embarrassed that my cock was only three inches flaccid.

"You call that a cock?" she pointed laughing. "What do you jerk off with - a pair of tweezers?"

"No!" I said angrily.

"Put these on," she said tossing me a pair of leather briefs with a hole in the front for my cock.

"Here's how it's going to work," she said. "I'm going to put on a little show for you, talking dirty to you. If I see your cock stiffening or you playing with yourself, you will get whipped or paddled. Hopefully by the end of the hour you will have lost interest in seeing and hearing others have sex."

She walked up to me and with the whip rolled up, starting rubbing it against my cock and balls while saying "I bet you wish you could see me without the corset, my naked body here for your taking."

She starting running the leather gloves over his chest and teasing his ear with her tongue. She whispered to him "I'm going to go over there and strip and masturbate for you, but if you touch yourself or get turned on, or take one step toward me, you're going to feel pain."

She walked back to the hair across from me and unzipped her corset, letting it fall away.

She sat back in the chair and spread her legs. She started rubbing her breasts with one hand while teasing her pussy with the other. She started to rub her pussy lips slowly at first while tweaking a nipple with the other hand. She was moaning softly as she did this.

Fearing he would get turned on, Gary closed his eyes and sighed.

"Ouch" he said as he felt the crack of the whip across his chest.

"Open your eyes!" Jen shouted. "The rules are you must watch."

She then slid a finger into her pussy and started to slide in and out, moaning louder while caressing her breasts and licking her lips. Her eyes were closed halfway in pleasure.

I stood there transfixed by what I was watching as my cock began to stiffen.

"I said no hard-ons!" she shouted as she got up, came to me with a paddle and smacked my ass hard making me wince in pain.

"Now we're going to have to start over, start jerking off," she said.

"What?" I said.

"That's right, masturbate in front of me to get rid of that hard-on. I told you, there would be no sex between us and I'm going to call a handjob sex. You've got a minute to get yourself off or face more pain and if you get any on me, the pain will be doubled."

I jerked myself as hard and fast as I could and less than a minute later I aimed my cock down and shot my load.

"Good boy," Jen said. "Now we're ready for the next test and to make sure you don't touch yourself I'm going to hook you up to this."

With that she put my wrists in padded restraints, had me raise my hands over my head and attached me to a chain.

She left the room for a minute and returned with a hot blonde and a muscle-bound man.

"Watch and enjoy, but don't enjoy too much," the blonde said with a laugh.

With that the blonde and Jen got into a hot 69.

They were licking each other's slits and moaning loudly. The blonde teased Jen's ass with a finger before spreading Jen's cheeks and slipping that finger inside, causing Jen to shriek with pleasure.
Although the scene in front of me was hot, I didn't have a hard-on yet. However Mr. Muscles was sporting what looked to be a full 8-incher at least 6-inches around. Whomever got that was going to get stretched.

He got behind Jen, moved blonde's finger away and eased his cock into Jen's ass. Her moans combined with seeing her taking the cock was starting to turn me on. When the blonde started licking the guy's balls my cock stiffened quickly.

The guy pulled out of her ass and she turned around, saw I was hard and cracked the whip in my direction.

"No hard-ons for you!" she shouted. "You better lose that quickly, or else."

I didn't know what to do, especially when they got into my favorite position for porn - him on his back, Jen riding his cock facing me and blonde straddling his face, her back to Jen. The sight of Jen riding him hard and blonde's hands holding the guy's head in place combined with the moans was getting to be too much for me. There was no way I was going to lose that hard-on without cumming and there was no way I was going to cum without touching myself.

The three spent the next 15 minutes fucking in various positions before they call came as I stood there in agony unable to cum.

"You're still hard?!" Jen shouted at me when they finished. "I told you no erections!"

She started swatting me with the paddle, insisting I say "Thank you mistress, may I have another."
I got 10 whacks and by the 10th my erection was gone.

"Good boy," she said. "Now next time you view porn, hopefully you'll remember this. Now get dressed and leave."

I quickly got dressed and left, trying to figure out how I was going to explain the redness to my wife.

Thankfully she wasn't feeling good so we didn't have sex and she didn't get to see me naked.

The experience with Jen was a mixture of pleasure and pain. Pleasure in how hot she looked in the outfit, pain from everything else. I decided to buy my wife an identical corset and she looked just as hot in it. Unzipping her corset and removing it from her gave me a huge hard-on.

For the first time in several weeks we got to have sex and made the most of it, making love in many positions over the next hour, as I came twice.

I spent very little time online during the rest of the week.

At the next meeting, I told how I spent less time online with porn over the last week, which I was applauded for.

After the meeting, Jen came up to me and said, "I'm glad to see my treatment worked. By the way, I'm guessing you didn't look up the address in the directory, otherwise you would have seen my name is Evil Dominatrix Jen."

Word: Cursed
(Note: I was just winging it, no story outline, no planning it out, just wrote off the top of my head)

 

[AnAngelReally]

...
After the meeting, Jen came up to me and said, "I'm glad to see my treatment worked. By the way, I'm guessing you didn't look up the address in the directory, otherwise you would have seen my name is Evil Dominatrix Jen."

Word: Cursed
(Note: I was just winging it, no story outline, no planning it out, just wrote off the top of my head)

Off the top of your head? Wow!
Aside from switching from first to third person, it was really good.
I like the concept of aversion therapy. Seen Clockwork Orange lately?
Still in the thrall of the Corseted One, I see. *grin*
I would have kept the Word as part of the punch line ONLY.

It's all yours Silk.


Word: Cursed

 

[rawsilk]

Off the top of your head? Wow!
Aside from switching from first to third person, it was really good.
I like the concept of aversion therapy. Seen Clockwork Orange lately?
Still in the thrall of the Corseted One, I see. *grin*
I would have kept the Word as part of the punch line.

It's all yours Silk.


Word: Cursed

Well what a cracker that was Gary! You should publish that one on Lit. As Angel said, a fix for the third person switch and a couple of typos. That is a keeper!

I think you may have found your forte. The Mistress stories have given you an excellent focus. Don't think you have written anything better.

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I have come back to a wealth of writing here. Angel you have been prolific! I am glad you two sorted your misunderstanding about the incest thing, hate to lose you here Angel. Incest isn't my favorite either.

These are rollicking good fun stories Angel, would they be what you might publish on Lit as a nice quick read for those like me who suffers from dyslexia and have only limited capacity to read?
I shall be back to claim my Cursed. Both of you have given me hard acts to follow.

The corseted one hisses and scoops up cursed under her arm.
Word: Cursed

 

[AverageGary]

Off the top of your head? Wow!
Aside from switching from first to third person, it was really good.
I like the concept of aversion therapy. Seen Clockwork Orange lately?
Still in the thrall of the Corseted One, I see. *grin*
I would have kept the Word as part of the punch line.

It's all yours Silk.


Word: Cursed

I had started writing with the intention of having a third person omniscient narrator telling the events, then midway through I realized forst person would work better. Guess i missed changing some of the hes to I s.

 

[AverageGary]

Well what a cracker that was Gary! You should publish that one on Lit. As Angel said, a fix for the third person switch and a couple of typos. That is a keeper!

I think you may have found your forte. The Mistress stories have given you an excellent focus. Don't think you have written anything better.

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I have come back to a wealth of writing here. Angel you have been prolific! I am glad you two sorted your misunderstanding about the incest thing, hate to lose you here Angel. Incest isn't my favorite either.

These are rollicking good fun stories Angel, would they be what you might publish on Lit as a nice quick read for those like me who suffers from dyslexia and have only limited capacity to read?
I shall be back to claim my Cursed. Both of you have given me hard acts to follow.

The corseted one hisses and scoops up cursed under her arm.
Word: Cursed

Thank you for the kind words. If i choose to submit, what category should I use?

 

[AnAngelReally]

... Incest isn't my favorite either.
...
These are rollicking good fun stories Angel, would they be what you might publish on Lit as a nice quick read for those like me who suffers from dyslexia and have only limited capacity to read?
I shall be back to claim my Cursed. Both of you have given me hard acts to follow.

The corseted one hisses and scoops up cursed under her arm.
Word: Cursed

The original taboo about incest comes from pedophilia and assorted power trips, literally rapes for the most part.
In all the incest stories I've written, it's always about love between consenting adults. In some cases, between adults who don't know they're related. How could that be wrong?
It's called "genetic sexual attraction".

I will indeed publish them on Lit in a series named "Nympho Unleashed".

I can't wait to read your Cursed story.

Meanwhile, I'm writing "A different kind of slavery".
It's slow going because the first part is in Olde English.
I don't know how good it'll be, but it's fun trying to remember all the old phrasing.

So, I leave thee to thou musings and penning of yon wordings.


Word: Cursed

 

[AnAngelReally]

Thank you for the kind words. If i choose to submit, what category should I use?

BDSM, I would think.

And I'd leave out the 'Evil' in her professional name.
I've never heard of a true Dominatrix calling herself that.
But I suppose Silk would know better.

 

[rawsilk]

The original taboo about incest comes from pedophilia and assorted power trips, literally rapes for the most part.
In all the incest stories I've written, it's always about love between consenting adults. In some cases, between adults who don't know they're related. How could that be wrong?
It's called "genetic sexual attraction".

Word: Cursed

Angel, we are not suggesting there is anything 'wrong' with writing about incest...or doing it for that matter as consenting adults. I think what Gary and I are saying, it is just not a place we can put ourselves and relate. (no pun intended). Stories are things for people who want to be a part of the story in a voyeuristic manner. This isn't a judgement call, it's about the enjoyment of a story.


Bill stops the corseted one and with his normal politeness asks, "Excuse me madam, may I have the word 'Cursed'?". The corseted nods politely in response and hands the word over to Bill and minces off haughtily.

 

[rawsilk]

Bill looked at the bank of screens in his office. Some had newsfeed, one had a stock forum, some had live stock charts. He rocked back on his leather chair, dragged off his black-rimmed glasses and dropped them on the desk. Then raising his hands, grinding the palms into his closed eyes. He had made some good trades today, made money. Now the markets were closed, he could finish off the paperwork, it was Friday and his week had ended.

"Bugger me, what a fucking day!" he cursed to himself. This meant his day had been busy but good. He is Australian, and while he had perfect manners, he also had a vibrant, colorful vocabulary when it was appropriate. Had it been a bad day he probably would have said words to the effect "Well fuck me, what a cunt of a day!".

He stretched his arms high and arched his back, holding the stretch for a time. Back to the computers, in turn he switched them off, tidying the desk so all things were in their correct place. Not that things got too far out of place with Bill, he was very well organized in all ways.

He pushed back on his chair; it rolled across the dark timber flooring. He took a moment to gaze out at the tall gum trees and ferns; that was his view. The land fell away down to the valley below. It was a tranquil view. His eyes lingered on the trees for a few moments. It was a good way to wind down, of the intense focus, needed with his day trading of the markets. He dealt in big stocks, with big money and daydreaming during trading was not to be recommended.

Shaking himself away from his contemplations he got up and meandered toward the bathroom. The master bathroom had an enormous window looking outside into ferns and bushland. The shower recess is set against part of the window. As he showered, he could gaze at the view, until the heat of the water, steamed the view out of vision. He enjoyed his life, especially the sensual things.

The running water, flowing over his body relaxed him, sending him into a peaceful reverie as he contemplated what might be. Smiling a little as he thought about that redhead. The amazing colour of hair, not carrot red but deep, dark red. His cock began to react slightly at the thought.

Recently, he had gone to a seminar about gold. He had been free tickets, VIP tickets for the front row. He had followed Marc Faber for years on his gold report. Not because he agreed with what he said, mostly he disagreed. It was a chance to get up close and personal as a 'vip' person to Faber. Mostly for no good reason, but because a bit of a heckle is fun and 'vip' people get questions answered.

After the show was over he turned to go, when he noticed a face in the crowd he recognized. Both saw each other at the same time, reaching out offering the other an enthusiastic handshake. "I'll be damned, John how are you mate?" They had been work colleagues, in another time and place, a few years earlier.

They resolved to have a drink together at the pub, next door to the lecture hall. It was early enough even though Bill had a two-hour drive back to his home. They caught up with a little of each other's news and made another time to have a decent catch-up. Bill suggested John come up one Friday night and spend a day or two in the bush and relax. There were a couple of spare rooms from which to choose.

Bill towelled himself dry and wandered back to his room. He had a large walk in wardrobe, all the clothing and shoes, organized neatly in order. He selected a dark blue pair of Armani jeans and fine wool navy polo top. Looking at himself in the mirror he was happy enough with what he saw.
Tall and slim with dark well cut hair, slight greying at the temples, bright blue eyes, clean shaven. He was careful with what he ate, as his job was mostly sedentary, it is easy to get a bit of weight on at his age. Thinking that John must be about 35 years old now, probably about 15 years his junior.
He pulled out some cologne and sprayed a light spray onto his chest, rubbing it off the chest hair onto his skin. Dressing and sliding into a pair of light leather house shoes, then combing back his hair.

Moving back to the kitchen, he checked the time, thinking about getting dinner started. He had prepared most of it earlier. In a large open baking dish, there was a long rack of lamb with foil covering the bones, to avoid burning them, a mass of cubed root vegetables, and some fresh rosemary from the garden sprinkled over the top.

He got out the honey and drizzled some over the meat and then squeezed the juice out of half an orange over the lot. Smelled good now and it will smell even better cooking. The beans were ready for a quick blanching later on and the white chocolate panna cotta was in the fridge next to the hulled blackberries. He slapped his hands together and congratulated himself on having it all done.

John was due any time, but the meal would go into the oven a bit later. It would only take three-quarters of an hour to cook; there was time before hand for wine. He had selected a local Pinot Noir to start. As he was selecting the glasses, Bill heard the crunching of tyres on the driveway and went to greet his guest. It was still daylight which made finding the place, in amongst the thickly wooded trees and ferns, a little easier.

There was a warm greeting as the two men met again. Once inside, after the overnight bag had been stowed away in the spare bedroom, they became deeply immersed in conversations, with things they had discovered of mutual interest. The dinner cooking, with the aromas of roasting lamb and fresh rosemary, tantalized their appetites. The meal and wine were consumed as such a meal should, with a full appreciation of the flavors and textures. The wine had enhanced the experience of the food.
They discussed the merits of various whiskies, Bill asked if John might like to try some boutique Tasmanian single malt whisky. John hadn't tried it and was interested. Bill asked "Neat?" "Certainly. Back in a minute." the younger man got up and walked to the guest bathroom.

Bill poured the whisky into finely cut crystal glasses and set them on the black, red flecked marble kitchen counter top. It was an island kitchen, all black cabinets and appliances. One side led to the dining room and lounge area the other side was facing the entrance and main body of the house. The house was long and built in the scale of the golden ratio. Math was one of Bill's passions, so a house designed from a math ratio was a given.

Bill decided to risk screwing the evening, by sitting up on the kitchen bench, to wait for John's return. He had a feeling his instincts were right, now he was going to test them. John ambled back in and looked up amused at Bill perched up on the kitchen bench top, holding out a crystal glass to him. Bill held the glass quite close to himself; it meant John had to come in close.

The glass is returned to the counter top. The two men's eyes met and stayed gazing. John remained close. Bill reached out and held the back of the young man's head. He pulled John into his open legs where he sat on the bench, Bill leaned down and they kissed. First gently then deeply with passion, each feeling the welling up of desire in the embrace.

The older man kept firm hold of the other's head. Their lips and tongues entwined in a violent passion, eyes tightly closed. Eventually Bill sunk his fingers into the silken hair and dragged the head away from himself. Their eyes looking back at each other, an honest carnality remained between them.

With his other hand he picked up the glass and handed it to John, at the same time releasing the young man's hair. Bill slid off the counter top, picked up his glass and guided John back to the lounging area, one arm around his waist. They sat closely together, John's head resting on Bill's shoulder. They sipped their whisky, both savoring the whisky and the night.
Bill would turn to kiss the young man's face, and stroke his hair occasionally, as they sat together quietly. They finished their whisky, another was offered but refused with thanks. Bill whispered,

"Coming?" He got a gentle nod in response. He took the two glasses to the sink and rinsed them and set them down. Holding out his hand, for it to be joined to another.
The older man led the way to his bedroom, flicking the light on, flooding the room with a radiating glow of soft, hidden light. Bill was taller than John as they stood together facing each other. Slowly John was undressed. His clothes folded carefully and placed on a chair. There was no mad, rushing passion, it was a slow savor.

John was led naked into the wardrobe space and watched as Bill undressed and folded the clothes away. Turning back to face each other, the two naked men embraced, both feeling the arousal of the other. Bill gave a shuddering moan as he led John back into the bedroom. He pulled back the covers and let John slide in. He went to the other side of the bed and slid in close and began stroking the young man over his body.

Kissing mouths and faces, holding on to each other tightly. Bill breaking away from the embrace to roll the young man over onto his front gently, he sat up and began stroking down the length of John's back, long loving strokes, leaning in to kiss the back and neck. He moved his hands down John's back until he reached the cheeks. Smoothing and caressing them, squeezing into them and releasing.

His thumb teasing the young man's hole. John whimpered as he was being fondled. Bill leaned over and retrieved some gel and smoothed it over his own engorged cock, and over his companion's anus. Kneeling up, he dragged John into a kneeling position in front of him, slipping his cock deep inside. Both men releasing deep moans at the penetration. Bill began slowly, gently as he moved in and out of his lover. Intensity increasing with each penetration, he gripped the young man's hips as he fucked him. Then leaning lightly on top of John, balancing himself on one arm, he reached around and gripped John's cock firmly.

His own penetration slowed to barely moving, enough to keep him at total arousal as he rubbed the swollen cock. The young man was moaning loudly, almost whimpering. It took only moments before his seed pumped out onto the white, damask sheets. His orgasmic moaning and spasms were enough to send Bill's cock into spasms of ejaculation inside his young friend.
Bill hugged his arms around John's waist, holding him closely. Eventually, they slumped onto the bed, finished, content.

John left for the bathroom, on his return, Bill was looking well pleased with himself and said. "I would offer you a cigarette if I had any." John shook his head grinning, and slipped back under the covers. Bill flicked the lights off with the remote. He rolled back and held his companion close until they both fell into sleep. The early morning sun flooded into the bedroom falling over John's hair. Bill reached over to it and began stroking into the soft strands of his most amazing deep, dark red hair. The older man lifting up onto an elbow, to give his lover a kiss.

Word: rose

 

[AnAngelReally]

Angel, we are not suggesting there is anything 'wrong' with writing about incest...or doing it for that matter as consenting adults. I think what Gary and I are saying, it is just not a place we can put ourselves and relate. (no pun intended). Stories are things for people who want to be a part of the story in a voyeuristic manner. This isn't a judgement call, it's about the enjoyment of a story.
...

But there IS something wrong in a lot of what's written about incest. Yuk!
You should read the stuff going on in LitChat about it. Brrr! Sends shivers down my spine.
Just saying I do it tastefully, but I understand what you mean. I won't here.

 

[AnAngelReally]

...
The early morning sun flooded into the bedroom falling over John's hair. Bill reached over to it and began stroking into the soft strands of his most amazing deep, dark red hair. The older man lifting up onto an elbow, to give his lover a kiss.

Word: rose

Only one word for this masterpiece: Wow!
Your writing never fails to impress.
I bow to your keyboard, green with envy.


Word: Rose

 

[AnAngelReally]

One for the road

“The two cherubim placed by God at the entrance of paradise were angels created on the third day, and therefore they had no definite shape; appearing either as men or women, or as spirits or angelic beings. The cherubim were the first objects created in the universe...

The following sentence of the Midrash is characteristic: "When a man sleeps, the body tells to the neshamah (soul) what it has done during the day; the neshamah then reports it to the nefesh (spirit), the nefesh to the angel, the angel to the cherub, and the cherub to the seraph, who then brings it before God"...

In early Jewish tradition there existed the notion that cherubim had youthful, human features. Despite this tradition, some early midrashic literature conceives of the cherubim as non-corporeal...”

Aladiah swiped her tablet, closing the webpage in disgust. ‘At least we don’t have the face of a lion, an ox and an eagle too anymore.’ She thought.

“Why do you keep brooding about what the humans think we look like, sweetheart? We choose our forms according to our role at the moment and how we feel.”

The tall beauty reached for the tiny expresso cup she had manifested on the small table of the café terrasse.

A lean five-ten, with small breasts, her strong yet sensual face framed by long strawberry blond hair, Jophiel was truly in His aspect of ‘Beauty of God’, on this warm early summer day, with her stylish sheepskin coat open to show the finely crafted gold chains and pendants around her long neck and her embroidered light blue top.

“Am not!” Ala pouted. “I only wanted to see how things had evolved since I was last among them.”

The diminutive cherub looked as a child sitting beside his superior. He had chosen a petite brunette form. At five-four, weighing hardly more than seven stones, she looked fragile with her golden skin, breasts marginally larger than Jophiel’s current manifestation. Try as she might, her angelic nature always shone through in her genial features and forever smiling full lips.

“And you checked out Wikipedia? Come on, Ala. At least read...”

“Don’t bother with the extensive list, Dina. We all know you’re the Archangel of wisdom, understanding and judgement. I simply wanted the highlights.”

“I’m trying to be helpful, is all, honey.” Dina grinned as she reached under Ala’s hair to caress her neck, ending in holding it at the back.

The petite cherub didn’t even try to hide the love shining in her eyes, as if anyone could from the Watchman of God. She leaned into the touch, parting her lips to meet the Woman’s.

Beings of their level commonly shared energy as a means of personal exchange of feelings. When the Archangel of Paradise kissed one of her associates... bells pealed, celestial trumpets sounded, choirs of angelic voices sang alleluias...

Aladiah smiled beatifically when she was released, renewed in spirit, the body she had slipped into tingling, each of its erogenous zones stimulated at once.

“As the Patron of Artists and Illumination, I’m off to attend a major Art Fair in Vienna. I need you to do a small favor for me.”

Only superior control of her body kept Aladiah from drooling (the cream bubbling between her legs was another matter entirely).

“Anything, Boss, anything at all.”

Jophiel as Dina smiled lovingly at her. She had a soft spot for this particular cherub.

“One of the daemons is up to a bit of mischief in Montreal. I need you to look it up and remind it that there are certain proprieties to be respected.”

“What’s its nature?”

“It’s one of the benign nature spirits. It probably wandered in the city by mistake and can’t find its way back where it belongs.”

“How am I going to find a single entity... Aaaaah!”

Dina twirled the tip of her tongue in Ala’s ear longer than strictly necessary to impart the information, but the cherub’s pleasure was her own.

“Be good, sweetie.” She whispered and kissed her cheek.

The woman sat there for a long moment, shivering, eyes closed to savor the memory, arms crossed below her breasts, legs tightly pressed together, oblivious to the patrons grinning at her, visibly in the throes of ecstasy.

With a last moan, she let go and reached for the bowl of café au lait she re-heated to perfection with a thought.

‘Ah, well. So much for the City of Lights.’ She sighed.


The Mannegishi capered under the full moon on top of Mont Royal, dancing its delight in finding itself in the entirely new environment where it could violate principles of social and natural order, playfully disrupting normal life with impunity since hardly any of the humans around knew of its existence.

Aladiah sat cross-legged on a boulder and watched the spirit revel in its freedom, somewhat sad that she would be the one to curb it. She felt a certain affinity for the nature spirits. There was something pure in their artless view of the world.

Shedding her own clothes, she joined her in the simple pleasure of expressing happiness in this physical way.

Without missing a beat, the slightly taller woman accepted her presence, taking her hand so they danced together, her light chestnut brown hair flowing as she threw her head about in abandon. Eyes flashing, she crowed her joy, her pointed teeth showed white against darkly tanned skin. Spinning her companion, she pulled her close, their bodies pressed, full lips joined, tongues doing their own choreography.

She arched when Ala pulled on her lower back to bring their groins in closer contact. She cried in a husky voice when lips fastened on a nipple. One sexdactylous hand behind her lover's head, the other on her buttocks, she wanted more, so much more.

Seeking contact with the Earth Mother, she brought the woman with her as she floated to lie on the dew-wet grass, arms and legs wrapped around her. She crooned her desire when the woman on top of her extruded a male organ and penetrated her smoothly. Natural energy flowing into her from the back and the front, connecting at her very core, she lost herself in a maelstrom of pleasurable sensations.

As much fun as she had in the strange place she ended up after following a traveling shaman, she shed tears of happiness at finding herself back in the familiar tundra, inland southeastward from James Bay.

“What a way to go. You made the Earth move under us.” She giggled at the woman still in her arms, her manhood connecting them yet.

“We at Cherub Travel Agency aim to please, ma’am.” Aladiah smiled at her. “You know I had to bring you home, don’t you?”

“I’m glad you did. I didn’t belong where you found me.” She sighed. “I will never trail that particular shaman again. He ranges too far.”

The two spirits, the higher and the lower, gazed in each other’s eyes, sharing the moment at a level human poets can only aspire to describe.

“You don’t have to go right away, do you?” The daemon pleaded. “I’m lonely. That’s why I followed the human.” She clenched her inner muscles as an incentive.

“I happen to be on hiatus.” Ala told her, answering with a twitch of her own. “I have plenty of time to smell this particular rose.”

Waves of Love rippled from that area and there was quite the population explosion that year, from the lowliest lichen to the caribou herds.


Word: Mist

(It probably took longer to do the research than to write the story itself, but I just had to do it. This will be the second story in the new series 'Angels and Daemons'. I hope you like it.)

 

[rawsilk]

Word: Mist

(It probably took longer to do the research than to write the story itself, but I just had to do it. This will be the second story in the new series 'Angels and Daemons'. I hope you like it.)

Goodness me Angel. All the years of study I have done with the Rabbi and the Tanya, never got me to the sexy bits. I guess he glossed over them. It will be interesting to see how this all develops.

Word : Mist

 

[AverageGary]

Bill looked at the bank of screens in his office. Some had newsfeed, one had a stock forum, some had live stock charts. He rocked back on his leather chair, dragged off his black-rimmed glasses and dropped them on the desk. Then raising his hands, grinding the palms into his closed eyes. He had made some good trades today, made money. Now the markets were closed, he could finish off the paperwork, it was Friday and his week had ended.

A beautiful romance, even though I don't care for male-male stories, it was beautifully written.

 

[AverageGary]

“Word: Mist

(It probably took longer to do the research than to write the story itself, but I just had to do it. This will be the second story in the new series 'Angels and Daemons'. I hope you like it.)

Never in all my years of Hebrew School and extended studies had I heard the midrash Wikipedia cited nor I had known the cheribum were so naughty.

 

[AnAngelReally]

Goodness me Angel. All the years of study I have done with the Rabbi and the Tanya, never got me to the sexy bits. I guess he glossed over them. It will be interesting to see how this all develops.

Word : Mist

It won't develop in the way you may think.
It's a stand alone story.
In the first, Ariel, the angel and demon, interacts with her unlikely friend Azrael. (Look them up for fun.)
In this one, it's a cherub and the Archangel in charge of them.
Who knows who will be in the third? I don't, yet.

In all my years of Hebrew School and extended studies had I heard the midrash Wikipedia cited nor I had known the cheribum were so naughty.

That's because you were listening to the 'cheribum' stories.
I wrote about the 'cherubim'. *grin*

Wow! Two religious scholars. It's a good thing I take my research seriously.


Word: Mist (It's all yours Gary)

 

[AverageGary]

It won't develop in the way you may think.
It's a stand alone story.
In the first, Ariel, the angel and demon, interacts with her unlikely friend Azrael. (Look them up for fun.)
In this one, it's a cherub and the Archangel in charge of them.
Who knows who will be in the third? I don't, yet.


That's because you were listening to the 'cheribum' stories.
I wrote about the 'cherubim'. *grin*

Wow! Two religious scholars. It's a good thing I take my research seriously.


Word: Mist (It's all yours Gary)

That was a typo on my part, I meant cherubim.
Might be a couple of days before I have time to write a mist story -- toying with a couple of ideas.
Silk or Angel, jump in if your muse moves you and you've got something good.

 

[AnAngelReally]

That was a typo on my part, I meant cherubim.
Might be a couple of days before I have time to write a mist story -- toying with a couple of ideas.
Silk or Angel, jump in if your muse moves you and you've got something good.

Of course, hence the *grin*. I was teasing.
I was more impressed with you two being Hebraic religious scholars.

Silk? I can take it if you won't.


Word: Mist

 

[AverageGary]

At the suggestion of both of you I cleaned up my last story here and just submitted it.