Dark minuette...

[dansemajik]

I am sorry I have not been writing. I started back to work, and life sort of took hold..My apologies to any of you I left hanging. I am going to start with one new one, and see how it goes...This one's for you Gareman...

Grace had bought the huge warehouse sight unseen. It had possessed all the features she needed. She had issued directives on how she wanted it refurbished. This night would be her first night in the warehouse. She was a sculptor, the main areas were to be showroom, and work room combined. The upper floors would be her living quarters.

Grace caught sight of herself in the mirrors lining the walls of the studio. Her long copppery hair fell like a molten water fall down her back. Her eyes were light brown, lined with deep dark lashes. Her face was full of character, her lips full and lush. Her figure was long and lean, with high, large breasts, and a firm ass.

She climbed in the elevator lost in her thoughts as she rode up to her apt. She entered the space, and shivered, it was chilly.

She built a fire, and poured a glass of wine. She had lighted candles and put on some soft music. As she walked thru the rooms, the carpet soft and deep beneath her bare feet. She pulled her shirt over her head, and turned the shower on. the steam filled the room.

She felt like she was being watched. She stepped into the shower, the glass bricks were steamed over. her eyes were closed, she didn't see the figure advancing toward her...

OOC: ok Gareman, you create what you want out of this....I will be paying attention...

 

[dansemajik]

Had an idea....

She stroked the soap over her smooth skin, letting the water wash the suds off. The steam was curling itself around her, like smoke. Any breeze would cause the gossamer threads of it to waft away.

She breathed deeply of the jasmine scented soap. Her eyes were closed as she removed the shower head attachment. She smiled to herself as she dialed a new spray, a hard streaming, pulsating spray. She placed her shoulders against the cool tiles of the stall. She braced her legs as she directed the spray toward her pussy. It had been while since she had a real man. She wondered at that briefly, until the spray began its pulsating pleasure in her.

She could almost feel the strong hands on her skin. She could almost feel the breath touching her shoulder. She sighed, smelling the crisp scent of aramis drifting around her....She gasped as the orgasm began to rip thru her, the feel of hard hands squeezing her breasts was almost real. She opened her eyes and almost screamed.

 

[Gareman]

Shawn had never gotten completely over Grace. It had been over five years since he had fucked up and lost her, but the deep longing had never faded. He had been stupid and drunk when he had seduced her best friend. It had been so easy. Apparently Grace had bragged about his sexual prowess to her friend. The alcohol had made it easier, but he could have had her anyway. They had made passionate love several times while Grace was away at an art exhibit, half way accross the country. Shawn had pleased her like no other before. She did everything and anything he wanted, but her conscience got the best of her. She ended up confessing to Grace, bringing both her friendship and Shawn and Grace's relationship to quick conclusions.

He had thought about her, to the point of obsession throughout the five years and had recently run accross a mutual friend who had steered him to her. She had steadfastly refused to answer any of his calls or respond to letters or emails. She had gone on with her life and wanted nothing to do with him. But that was not acceptable to him. He had tracked her down and was stalking her for weeks before getting his chance to face her again. One of the painters had left the door unlocked when leaving that afternoon and he had seized the opportunity to get inside.

He had waited for hours, wondering what her reaction would be upon seeing him again. She hated him for what he had done, but deep inside he knew that if he was able to get his hands on her, he could have her one more time. He knew her weaknesses and could easily turn her to jelly with the touch of his hand.

When the door opened downstairs, he had hidden. Waiting for the elevator to bring her to him. She had stripped off her blouse and headed to the bathroom where he had heard the shower running. This was his chance..... Slowly he had moved, silently covering the ground to the shower. He got close enough to make out the vague outline of her naked body through the steam. Her hand was moving the pulsating shower head between her spread legs. She was masturbating...how much easier could this be for him ?

Moving without a sound he slid back the shower curtain. She never heard him and did not stop pleasuring herself. He reached out, knowing that she was too far gone to refuse. His hand touched her firm breast and began squeezing it.

 

[dansemajik]

Applause...

I felt the hands for sure now. It wasn't a dream. I was on the verge of cumming when I smelled the familiar after shave. I couldn't stop it, so I let it ride over me, with fury. I turned taking in the man who broke my heart. I turned from him, and belted my robe around me. "What the fuck do you think you're doing here Shawn?" I asked, the anger making my voice tremble.

God, he had been the best lover I had ever had. He was amazing in bed. He knew me, what I needed, what I wanted. The problem was he had given my best friend the same treatment he had given me. They had both betrayed me. She had been my friend since grade school. It hurt worse that Shawn had chosen her to fuck behind my back.

I pulled the robe closer around me, frowning at Shawn. Damn, he was still too good looking. His hair was longer, but his body was still the same. Strong, tall, beautiful. I wanted to touch him, to kiss him, to forgive him. But he had killed my feelings for him.

I strode to my closet, and pulled out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I ignored him as I strippped off my robe, and pulled the tshirt over my head. I pulled the jeans on. I never wore underwear, unless I was going someplace like my parents house....I could see the glazing over of Shawns eyes. I left the bedroom, and heard him follow behind me.

I closed my eyes. His hands had been magical, his mouth a miracle, and his technique without flaw. I wanted him.

 

[Samuari]

OOC: Welcome Back... wondered if you had fallen off the edge of the earth.

 

[Gareman]

"Nice try, Grace," I thought to myself.

Her attempt to cover her body may have been successful, but she couldn't cover the desire that lay just below the surface. She still looked incredible. I admired her firm tits and ass as she strode around the bedroom throwing clothes on. Yes, the anger was still there, but that was only on a conscious level. Once I got beyond that, I was certain that the powerful desire that I had once uncovered would still be there.

She threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and walked past me angrily. God, she hadn't changed a bit and her anger only fueled the passion that was building within me.

I wasn't here to ask her to dinner and a movie. I was here for something much more primitive. In fact, primitive was a perfect description for the urges that bubbled just below the surface of my conscious mind. If I had to take her "caveman style" I would.

I followed behind her, catching her in the doorway to her livingroom. My arms wrapped around her waist and my mouth found THE SPOT on the side of her neck that would shatter the anger. I expected somewhat of a fight, but I knew that in no time, I'd get what I came for. She could never resist this technique, it was foolproof.

 

[dansemajik]

I shivered, and threw my self away from him. I hated the effect he had on me. I hated the way that he made me want him. I hated that he made me remember, the way he made me need.

I turned on him, my eyes flashing with anger and I am sure a touch of desire. My hands twitched with the need to lay them on his chest, to feel the taut skin beneath his shirt.

Instead, I slapped him. My palm cracked against his cheek, and then turned numb. His eyes didn't leave mine. His hand reached out and grabbed my wrist. He pulled me to him...I held my breath, I wanted to kiss him, but I would be damned if I made the first move.

 

[Gareman]

My cheek stung as her hand made contact, but I refused to show any pain. I wanted her to understand that I was in charge. She may be able to fight her desires for a little while, but she'd give in and I'd take her anyway I wanted.

I stared past her eyes and into the depths of her soul. She was afraid. I could sense it. I knew that it wasn't I that she feared, but herself. She struggled so hard against the fire that lay just below the surface. Her conservative upbringing had made her ashamed of her sexuality. But I knew the real Grace ... and the fire was alive and well inside of her.

I stepped forward, grasping her wrists, raising them above her head and pinning them against the wall. I leaned in, firmly pressing my lips to hers. How would she react ? I knew she wanted me as much as I wanted her. Would she give in or continue the charade ? The next move was hers....

 

[dansemajik]

My breath caught in my throat, as his searing lips pressed against mine. I wanted to outraged. I wanted to hurt him the way he had hurt me, so deeply, so permanently. It angered me that I couldn't. I really angered me that I kissed him back.

My tongue dancing with his, my hands pinned above my head ached for the feel of his hair. He pressed his body against mine, and My own body responded against my will. It knew this touch. My body knew the feel of Shawn against me. I moaned, half cry, and half desire. I ripped my lips from his and stared at him. My eyes full of questions, my mouth unable to speak them....I couldn't be hurt again, not by him, never again could I take it again.

 

[Gareman]

Grace, confused, stared into my eyes. She was looking for something that I wasn't ready to give her. Now was not the time for words. We'd talk later.

I released her hands and pulled her t-shirt up over her small firm tits. They were still as perky as I remembered them. Their adolescent appearance had always turned me on. I fondled them and began rolling her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. Her nipples had always been especially sensitive and I noticed by her reaction that nothing had changed.

God, she was a turn on. From the first time I'd seen her I'd wanted to fuck her brains out. Her snotty, conservative appearance made her a challlenge to me. We had very little in common. She hung around with her artsy-fartsy crowd, going to art exhibits and plays. I on the other hand, liked sports and outdoor activities. My bluecollar carpentry job also didn't fit in with her crowd. She seemed to be surrounded by artists, lawyers and doctors. Her parents sensed the differences and took an immediate dislike to me. It was the only thing I had going for me. I was her "bad boy". She could piss off her parents royally by dating me, and I believe that was a large reason why she agreed to go out with me. But boy did I give her other reasons to stay !!

I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers again, my hands still working her, now hard, nipples. I could tell she wanted to kick me in the balls and tell me to fuck off, but she couldn't. I almost had her. If she kisses me back its all over. I release her left breast and grasp her leg behind the knee. Raising it up, I step forward, pinning her against the wall and rubbing my hard bulge against her jean clad crotch. Common baby, kiss me... you know you want this as much as I do....

 

[dansemajik]

His hands on my skin was like fire and ice all at once. My skin rememebered him. I was fighting my response to him. I struggled with it for a while, but he knew my buttons.

Damn him, coming back. I had not wanted to get involved as deeply as I had, he had been a irritant to my parents, something for my crowd to whisper about when we walked into a party. Me in my silk, him in his black leather. My hair neatly coiffed, his long, touching his collar and wild about his head.

He lowered his head to me, I could feel his breath dancing above my lips....without meaning to, my tongue left my mouth to wet my lips. It happened before I could catch it. I drew my head back from his, till it bumped against the wall...I didn't want to kiss him, I didn't not want to kiss him.

I breathed deeply, and my bare chest brushed against the denim of his shirt. My leg was hefted up on one of his strong thighs, the feel of his dick throbbing against my pussy, the warmth of which I was sure he was feeling.

Oh god, I wanted him again. I wanted him hard, and fast, and completely, but I wouldn't tell him that. I pushed my chest out hard, and brouht my knee up, hard. It didn't do any good. He was prepared for me.

 

[Gareman]

Grace struggled against her burning desire. She tried to catch me with her knee, but I moved in closer and avoided the blow. I enjoyed the game. She wanted to hate me. Well, she probably did hate me, but she really couldn't resist what I could give her.

Pinning her to the wall with the full weight of my much larger body, I reached down and unfastened her jeans. Once the button released, I easily slid the zipper down. My left hand continued pinching and twisting her nipple. Man did I miss her. I forgot how hot she was. My cock throbbed in my jeans, eager to feel the warmth of her pussy again.

The fact that she was struggling, made the conquest that much more sweet. She wanted to be able to justify our impending sexual union with the fact that I forced myself on her. "Whatever works for you honey", I thought as I slid my right hand down the front of her jeans and very lightly stroked her pulsing clitoris. It was sheer torture for her. I could tell by her facial expressions.

Without hesitation, I released her breast, moved my hand around to the back of her head and pulled her face to mine. Grabbing a handful of hair, I tilted her head to the side and slid my tongue into her ear. This was one of the things sweet little Grace could not resist.

I moved my moist tongue around and intermittently blew gentle puffs of air into her sensitive inner ear. This was the final straw. My right hand pressed harder against her clit. My tongue slithered into and out of her ear. And then....almost inaudibly.... I whispered..."Common Grace, tell me what you want."

 

[dansemajik]

he was ready for me. He knew my moves better than I thought he did. I was truly surprised that he would remember so much of what I was like. Of what I liked. When his tongue ran its wet warm way into my ear, I almost sighed...

My head was tilted to the side,his mouth running from my ear down my neck. His hand was stroking my clit in a way that would cause chaos in mere moments.

When he whispered in my ear, his breath turning the dampness chilly. I turned, capturing his lips in mine. "Fine" I said, "You want it? Take it, but it will be your last time with me."

I didn't know for sure if I meant that, but it sounded good. I rammed my tongue into his throat and began moving my knee in circles against his throbbing cock. he moaned. The funny thing was, as crazy as he was able to drive me, I could drive him beyond that. I had been unlike any woman he had ever had. I was uninhibited, open minded, and I had more energy, and a creative mind. My whole being was sensual.

I turned it on then. "Come on big boy, show me what I've been missing." I rubbed my body against him, my hands free to roam. I had given myself permission to fuck him. I intended to do just that, thoroughly.

 

[Gareman]

Grace relented. Or was she taking charge ? It was hard to tell. All I knew was that, I was going to have her again. Maybe it would only be once more, but I'd make the most of it.

Our mouths worked feverishly together. Tongues sliding over one another. Her lips were soft. The memories of our prior lovemaking sessions flooded back. There was a magic between us. A spark that I never found with any other woman.

My hands slid down the back of her jeans, peeling away the material as they went. They fell to the floor in a pile, around her feet. I reached behind her and tore her t-shirt off, literally. I wanted her like never before.

I picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. She was like a child in my arms. Her skin felt so soft and I wanted to feel her warm flesh against mine. I layed her on the bed and peeled off my clothes in record time. Climbing into bed, I spread her legs and slid down to taste the sweet pussy that I had missed for so long. My tongue slid along the length of her labia, barely touching her moist lips. I inhaled deeply, taking in her familiar scent, intoxicated with a powerful lust that I hadn't known in years.

Would this be our last time together ? I wasn't sure, but I knew I wanted it to be our best...

 

[dansemajik]

The fires were stoked, and my body, mind and soul were burning with an intensity that I hadn't expected.

I let him carry me like a child to my bedroom. The King size bed was like a sea to me, and I felt as if I was drowning. His hands were everywhere, his mouth was sending shivers throughout me. I gave him back what he was giving to me...

Seeing him again, naked was like pouring cold water all over me. I held my breath looking at his chest, the hair that crinkled all over it, then thinned to a line to his pubic hair. His dick stood out like a rod... I could still feel it inside of me, grinding, pounding into me.

I couldn't stop my hands. I took his dick in my hand and heard his breath escape in a rush I pulled him to me, then I lowered my head to him. I knew how he loved my mouth wrapped around his dick. I also knew that I could take him places he hadn't been in a long time. I wasn't a fool, thinking he hadn't been with anyone after Lisa, my best friend, that ended as soon as I walked out on both of them, but he was sexy man. I only knew that I gave head like no one else ever could...I took him all the way to my throat, his hands wrapped in my hair, urging me on...

 

[Gareman]

What would her stuffy friends think if they saw her now ? Their little princess sucking the cock of a lowly carpenter. But I knew a side to Grace that they would never see. I loved this facet of her personality. It was what brought me here again after five years. I craved the little tramp that she could be when properly motivated.

My thick hard cock disappeared into her mouth. God, did she know how to suck cock. She had a technique that drove me nuts. I have never found another woman that could do it quite the way she could.

Her lips sealed around the shaft of my cock and she started a pulsing sucking technique that almost buckled my knees. I pushed her hair out of her face and held it back so that I could watch her devouring my throbbing rod. Her soft brown eyes looked up at me, watching my reaction as she continued sucking my prick. I stroked the long strands, running my fingers through them and admiring the softness of her beautful hair.

"That's it baby," I encouraged, "you know what I like. Suck that cock, honey."

I thought back to the first time I had convinced her to fellate me. She had been raised in such a stifling, prudish atmosphere that it had taken me several months to finally get her to try it. The first time wasn't all that great. She really didn't have a clue, but within several weeks of trying, she had developed a good technique. Now, she was an expert. She was the only woman that I had ever found who was able to take my entire length into her throat. She did it with ease.

I gazed down at her. Wondering if this was the last time I'd ever admire her beauty or enjoy her this way. The thought lasted only a moment because the pleasure forced me back to the moment. She had begun bobbing up and down on my cock slowly, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

"Oh yeah Grace, that's incredible !!"

 

[dansemajik]

I felt his throb in my mouth, his hands gripping me tighter. When I had first given him head, I had gagged and choked and given up. But I had gotten better in the time we were together. I had gotten even better after Shawn.

I wonder if he was envisioning my mouth around other dicks, driving them insane. I had become rather free with my sexuality right after we split up. It was just recently that I had tired of the games. I was not into the play any more. I needed more.

I knew I wouldn't get it from Shawn. He was just into it for the fun, the enjoyment, pleasure. I continued sucking, listening to him talk to me. His deep dusky voice making me shiver. I sucked harder, running my tongue around him, up and down, and then I stuck my finger into his ass and stimulated his prostate.

If this was a one night thing, I wanted it to be worth my time and effort.

I slid my tongue down his dick and let it leave my mouth. I grabbed him, pulling him down to me. I kissed him and said against his mouth, "Now why don't you show me what your tongue has learned in the years youve been gone." Then I shoved his head between my legs.

 

[Gareman]

Grace took me to the edge and stopped... She pushed my head between her legs and challeged me to show her what I'd learned. Okay sweetheart, strap youself in because the ride might get a little rough !!

My tongue traced circles around her clit. I barely allowed it to touch, but gently graze the surface of the bud. I guaged her reaction. I know she wanted me to go to town, but I liked teasing her a little bit too. My fingers rubbed up and down the length of her pussy, parting her lips and probing just inside her opening.

One of our favorite games was to talk dirty to each other while we made love. I loved that game.

"Why don't you tell me about something naughty you've done since I last saw you," I said, lifting my head long enough to look into her eyes. "It has to be true though."

I've always loved hearing women describe their sexual experiences. It brings out the voyeur in me. I can visualize everything that they describe, right down to the most minute detail. There would be something very exciting about hearing Grace. I had been very much hooked on her (I am cautious about saying "in love"). Her story would give me my favorite mix: 1 part fantasy and 10 parts jealousy. I lowered my head to her pussy, wanting to hear her sexual adventures. Surely she hasn't been sitting around waiting for me...

 

[dansemajik]

He wanted me to talk? He was driving me nuts, and he wanted me to talk. Fine. I would.

"You remember that Sax player I used to hang out with?" I felt the pause in his stroking tongue. He was picturing the long lush hair of Frank. The bright blue eyes, the deep dimples. I remembered Franks Hands, and his mouth. They were both instuments of art. They created magic within me for the year we dated.

"Frank was amazing. Are you sure you want to hear this?"
I waited for him to respond. I wasn't being fair, but I didn't much care.

 

[Gareman]

Frank ? I couldn't believe that she had dated him. She really did have a thing for "Bad boys". The last time I saw Frank, he was passed out on Grace's couch from smoking grass and doing double shots of "Jack". I never really considered him to be her type, but I guess I wasn't either.

I tongued her hot pussy lips. She didn't understand my facination with her sex life and I didn't really either. It was just something that got me fired up. Picturing her with Frank's cock buried deep within her pussy was incredibly exciting to me.

"Yeah baby, tell me what he did to you," I said in muffled tones as my mouth worked slowly around her clit. I flicked my tongue over it's surface every once in a while, teasing her while she continued relating her experiences. It was difficult for her to speak and I made it even more difficult when I slipped my tongue deep inside of her and began moving it in and out slowly. I grasped her ass cheeks in my hands and pulled her against my face, impaling her deeper onto my wiggling tongue.

"Common baby tell me more," I thought. Because whatever he did to make you cream, I'll do ten times better...

 

[dansemajik]

"Frank had such muscles in his tongue and lips from playing saxaphone." I with held the moan that tried to escape my lips. "He could lick me into oblivion. And his hands...oh god, his hands. So strong." I felt Shawn bury himself deeper into me. I had a hard time forming words. His tongue was much better than Franks had been. I groaned.
"please, Shawn, please." God, now I was begging. He knew what I wanted. I grabbed his head and pushed it closer. "if you are going to do it...Do it RIGHT." I said.

I wanted him to fuck me. I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him up to me. "C'mon Shawn, Give me what you want to give me. All the way."

 

[Gareman]

Grace begged to be fucked. She wanted it as much as I did. I pulled myself up between her legs and rubbed my thick cockhead against her wet pussy. I had been anticipating this moment for so long. I teased her, rubbing my cock up and down the length of her labia, spending extra time stimulating her clit.

"What do you want, Grace ?" I urged. "Tell me and I'll give it to you."

I waited for her response. I wanted to hear her beg one more time for my long thick cock.

 

[dansemajik]

I glared at him, and then pulled myself up off the bed. I looked deeply into his eyes, turned over and waved my ass at him. "If I remember right, you really like it doggy style." I moved my hips back and forth. "Do you like what you see? Do you want it Shawn? You know that Frank really loved to fuck me from the rear. He used to bury his thick cock all the way in my pussy, hard, and deep, and oh, so slowly." I ran my finger up and down my clit, knowing he was watching me.

"Do you want it Shawn? Can you give it as good as Frank did? I used to think you could, but it has been so long, I don't know...."

 

[Gareman]

Grace, taunting me and waving her ass in the air, did it. I positioned myself behind her and lined my cock up with her pussy. I know she was playing me, but I knew that she'd scream when I drove my thick long cock deep inside of her. Her "cockiness" would disappear.

Grasping her by the hips, I pushed forward, parting her lips and sliding slowly inside of her. I let my cockhead pop inside and then stopped. It was like the moment just before the rollercoaster plunges over the first hill. Time stood still for just a brief moment. Everything was quiet. My senses were completely aware. Sight....her shapely body, ass up, before me. Sound...my heart pounding, the sound echoing in my ears. Smell...her perfume combined with the unmistakeable scent of sex. Taste...the unique flavor of her womanhood that I had just tongued. Touch...her soft skin below my fingertips.

I closed my eyes and pulled her backward while thrusting forward....

 

[dansemajik]

My head snapped back as he slammed into me. Memories of past fuck sessions slammed into my mind. I went back five years. The time span disappeared. Once a man knows you as well as Shawn knew me sexually, you never forgot the feel of him. My eyelids fluttered. I was a goner. "Oh, God, Shawn." I met his strokes with my own. "Do you remember Shawn? Do you remember waht it was like? It was like this, but this is better." His dick filled me, stretched me, pounded into me. I felt his hands come around and cup my tits, pinching my nipples hard. My pussy lips were clamped tightly around his dick. I could feel him throbbing inside of me, The walls of my pussy were a torture chamber, pleasure palace, the way they must have been squeezing him, and releasing him.

Oh, I knew I would regret this, but I was damned sure to make it worth it.