Authors Note; I humbly encourage you as a reader to sample all the songs mentioned. All easily available on the web, rhythm brightens the words.
Please vote! Also some words of wisdom to start things;
Thought I was cool
But I was a fool
When caught
With fraught
I was only a tool...
Veal Piccata, she was watching him prepare the first homemade dinner. "Pick a wine." Doing everything he could to impress, mid priced Chardonnay, blended Rose' and Merlot from an outstanding California vintner.
She had arrived with two bottles of French Beaujolais, top of the line on gourmet wine lists, "It needs to breathe.."
Her schedule as an 911 operator was a mostly brutal third shift. She had planned the four days away from the stress for over a month. His schedule was the second shift plant manager at the battery manufacturing plant, vacation days added to the weekend. Fluke of nature that they met at the restaurant eating dinner alone, both of their work schedules in disarray. Talking on the phone or texting for the past month and a half.
Sipping her gin and tonic tight, white body conforming dress sexy in an understated elegance. Evidence of her intent visible, breasts loud and proud from her passionate greeting kiss half an hour ago. Tension and trepidation of a first date, a perfect candlelight dinner, wine nearing the bottom of the bottle, "Can we have Martinis in front of the fire place?" Unusual late spring snowstorm was brewing.
"Can't wait.." Smashing her against the refrigerator, his kiss with twice the breathless passion of her greeting kiss, taking her power away. Grinding the lump in his slacks, (she has been coyly observing all night), against her mound above her weak knees that he has spread apart. His grip on her bosoms protected under the white material of her dress, roughness that she craves and can't admit.
"I'll make the drinks." Shoving him away, "You finish the dishes.." Her abundant strength and will returning. Grazes the front of his pants with the back of her hand, fear and anticipation tearing her eyes up to his, his lust and rejection. Heavy breaths and the flush of her cheeks and chest hint at the orgasm that was approaching, 'With our clothes on!' her mind is racing...
"These are antiques," Those old vinyl lp records, cruelly circling the room, gave him the small tsk-tsk for the dust on the shelf with the old trophies and pictures with his dad. Soft lighting doesn't allow the contrast of the black lace panties that she was hoping for, 'Fuck my pussy is dripping!' Watched him untuck his shirt, adjusting himself before forcing him to sit on the sofa.
"Those were my dad's, classic rock and roll is better than the junk on the radio these days." Keep the hassock between them when he stands to remove the dust cover on the turntable, making some selections pulling several albums out a couple inches, carefully cleaning and dropping the needle replacing the soft jazz background music. 'Dark side of the Moon from Pink Floyd'. Praying that the flames in the fireplace shine through her wide stance, both of us growing insane with sexual tension.
"Let me dance for you..Sit!" Inches away from wrapping her in his strong arms. Gulps his martini sitting on the side table. Sways her hips as she approaches, gracefully sipping her drink, hands him her empty turning away raising her hands above her head undulating her whole body snaking away. Twists and turns, forward and back, hem of her skirt has been slowly rising closer to her tight athletic butt.
"Play your favorite.." His back was turned when she slipped the panties from her hips, black lace tangled over one ankle.
"Fuck.." Masterpiece from the eighties started playing, Aja by Steely Dan. Subtle hand holding his unbuttoned slacks relaxed, trousers falling to the floor. 'I broke him..' Her thoughts as he kicks the pants from his feet, steps forward for her ever retreating dance.
One button from his shirt, second, hair on his chest is manly. Third button when my feet hit the couch falling backward, sprawled, exposing my freshly shaved labia. Glacial steps as more of his body is exposed, nothing can stop a glacier's march to the sea, skyscraper sized icebergs falling to the ocean and she is his ocean.
'His cock is huge!' sight caused her shivers as his shirt sleeves fell from his strong arms. Straight up purple monster nearly reaches his belly button, twitches when some fluid weeps from the piss hole. Standing over her. "Please be gentle.." She is not the kind of woman that begs, "It's been a long time since I was with a man."
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Those words confused him, both of them have to remember four days ago. Monthly hormones had her on edge and the incident at work added even more stress. Meeting for coffee dates or breakfasts several times getting to know each other. First time she had been to his home. Pounding on his door early in the morning demanding to be let in with a manic rage.
Not the hug and kiss on the cheek that teenagers hope to be parental safe. Full blown push him against the wall teeth clicking tongue ravishing kiss. Shorts he had pulled on gone in a flash, "Where's your bathroom?" Shocked and dismayed meekly pointing, she wouldn't look at him dragging him by the dick
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Dazed he watched as she shoved her jeans to her knees, tugging the string from the tampon dropping the mess in the toilet. Her fist using his cock as her own personal dildo bracing herself on the tank of the porcelain throne. Within a minute his ejaculate was adding to the mess. Quick as that she had pulled up her jeans racing for the door leaving him a confused pathetic sex toy. Several hours later his texts were answered: Please I need to be with you this weekend. Something at work that I can't talk about. Back on my meds! (A Joke!).
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"Tell me what happened at work." Dropping to his knees, his hands gripping her hips tugging her vulva tight to the base of his throbbing member. Inching the hem of her dress over her heaving belly. Pressure on her clitoris was scrambling her nervous system. Gripping his biceps when he refused to be pulled down for a kiss, trembled as the stretchy material nicked over the hard points of her breasts. "Tell me.." His eyes enraptured at the first sight of the grapefruit sized mounds, the first sight of her teats.
"No.." Slightest of a whisper, 'I can't tell him, his breath on my skin,' Tore the dress over the top, movement down below, the friction, orgasm seized her out of nowhere. Both hands grab the stick that torments, gushing and throbbing. Kissing her breath away, his lips trailing down, tongue circling the outer edges of her areola, his thumb wet with our sticky emissions gliding over her left nipple. Lips cross the valley to suckle the delicious topping on the neglected nipple, back and forth. His wonderful cock surging, feel his racing heart beat.
"Need to be in you.." his desperate plea silenced with her index finger on his lips, rocks her hips, her other hand swishes the tip spreading her inner pussy lips. Dominating grip at the base of his shaft pushes back when his hips flexed. Matching blue eyes locked on each other, her will demanding his compliance. Other hand caressing his cheek, moving to his shoulder, stroking his locked elbows keeping his hands on the cushion. Above her straining to ravish her as she swivels her hips capturing the first few inches in her pulsing vagina. Controls the depth using him to dildo the inner sanctum, in and out as the tip drags across sensitive front wall, deeper, her hips shudder fighting for control.
"Too big!" Tip has reached the top, cervix spasms with the pressure. Little finger of her fist tight against her clit, stopping his full length from stretching her inner organs, surrendering to the biggest climax of her life. "What you do to me..." Kissing her lips, biting her neck the sensitive spot that makes her growl. Plunging into her furnace, live wire resisting her death grip. Tugging and squeezing her breasts, limit of her sanity. "Breed me! Give me your soul!" He reached for her clit his fingers over hers. Sweat drips from his forehead, splatter on her chest, explosions deep inside rack his body.
"Even soft you fill me." Somehow they had found themselves on the floor in front of the fireplace. "Don't get up.." Pelvic muscles refused to release. "Without your weight of top I'd float away." Interrupted with another kiss, "Yes.." Both her hands firmly on his ass, "Growing inside me.." Short tender strokes began tipping her furthest depths. All the way out so he could pierce her vagina again, slow and steady, only occasionally pushing his sperm to the entrance of her womb.
"Harder." Her fingertips over his encouraging him to pinch her nipple, "Use your teeth.." Breasts and neck, lips and tongues, biting and licking, passion was reaching a dangerous temperature. Snaked her hand down, fiddle her diddle, guide him back in, feel his length. Frustration growing when he retreats from her humping, wants to be filled completely, the depths no man has ever reached.
"Don't tease me.." Fingertips from behind grazed his scrotum, out stroke she used a finger on his butthole hoping he would change direction. "Don't tease me fucker..." 'I've got her now.' He knows there is a deep inner passion, something he noticed last week. Dominance and control hiding an inner demon. Smack on his ass, she giggled through the kiss. Pinch and twist her nipple hard, again an orgasm crashed into her, flailing with uncontrolled spasms.
"You want it.." Hand from her tit to her neck, hold her head still forcing her to look into his eyes. "All of it.." Wide eyed with fear she can't form any words, fast half strokes while his elbow crooks behind her neck. Slammed into her with his full strength, crush her clit with his bone, grind and swirl his hips stirring her guts. Fingernails denting his buttocks as the brutal fucking continues, holding on for her life. Lights out for both of them while her voracious cunt extracted any DNA left in his family jewels.
