Ode to a Redhead (part 2)

Ode to a Redhead (part 2)

She craved him like the deepest, darkest, sweetest addiction there could ever be. A desire so rare, it has never been named. He was like no other man she had known in her entire life. He seemed to sense her every need at the very instant she needed it. A rare quality any girl would cherish.  

The moment their eyes met, she knew in her heart that he was everything she had been searching for her entire life. There was nothing she wouldn’t do to please him, nothing. She knew he felt the very same way. There was a trust and respect between them that was beyond reproach.

The only thing on her mind at the moment was to return all the pleasure her lover had so generously bestowed upon her. She could only try to equal his experience. Just for him. Especially for him.    

She gently pried herself from his grasp and knelt between his parted legs. From her passion bruised lips she commanded in a sultry whisper. “Take off your clothes… now.”

There was an expression of delight in his hazel eyes as he obeyed her without hesitation. He wasn’t moving quickly enough, so she began tugging at his belt and his zipper with absolute determination on her pretty face. Finally, his rumpled suit lay in a pile beside the sofa.

She slowly ran her slender fingers down the length of his angular torso. He was so handsome. He would be an Adonis in any woman’s eyes. Her smile was delightfully mischievous as she pushed him against the back of the sofa. Mellow sounds of a sax played softly in the background as the dance between them started once again.   

Her pink nipples had popped out over the top of her bra. They were begging to be touched, licked and sucked. He reached out to caress them but she deflected his hands. Wagging one finger slowly she scolded. “You’re not allowed to touch” He grinned, dropped his arms to his sides and waited for her next move.

Her palms pressed against his chest as her green eyes gazed up at him lovingly. He leaned back, waiting, anticipating like an anxious kid. He loved to watch her. She was like a living, breathing Raphael painting and he couldn’t tear his gaze away from her beauty.

She bumped his knees farther apart with her hips and knelt forward. Her eyes, fixed upon his standing, rock hard penis as if it were a cherished golden idol. Her fingertips lightly caressed the entire length of his cock with an overwhelming desire to taste him.   

Her eyes were sparkling like flickering candles as she stroked his cock with graceful hands. Siren red enameled fingernails glinting as she slid them up and down his rigid length. The red wig she wore especially for him fell gracefully onto her pale shoulders.

She licked her lips and took her time, making him wait, making him want her even more than he already did. He was aching, yearning her as he waited for the next move.

Her hard nipples brushed against the insides of his thighs and sent shivers down his spine. She continued to trace every vein and ridge on his penis as if it was the first time she had ever seen one. Her tongue impishly slipped out from between rosy stained lips as she concentrated on her lover’s throbbing erection. He had never been so enchanted by such a beautiful misty eyed redheaded temptress.

His senses were heightened. He could smell her signature perfume. The warm scented wax of burning candles, her arousal. He could feel every sensation, every emotion, every single minute detail. From the feathery touch of her hands to her lovely soft body pressed against his. The shimmering sensation of her icy warm breath as it blew softly across every nerve ending of his flesh.

Their eyes met as her red lips parted. She licked them slowly, her face pent with emotion and devilish delight. The whole experience was ethereal, heavenly, unearthly and he never wanted it to end. His breath caught, his heart pounded wildly in his chest as he waited for her next move. She whispered. “I’m going to suck your cock so fucking good… better than you’ve ever had your cock sucked before – in your entire life.”  

Her words flowed through his head like molten lava. He grabbed onto the sofa cushions and took a deep breath. Fuck! She knew exactly how to turn his world on its side.

She grew more excited by her lover’s arousal. He smelled of musky sex and virility. Her desire to please him was urgent. She couldn’t wait another minute. Keeping one hand on his penis, her other hand cupped his balls. He momentarily closed his eyes and gasped as she held them gently but firmly in her palm and softly tugged at the rough skin. Her tongue glided underneath his heavy sack to the warm spot behind his balls, their weight rested on her face as she focused on his pleasure. She proceeded to lave him from his anus to his aching nutsack with warm saliva. Taking each testicle completely into her mouth, she rolled them around on her tongue at the same time she slipped one slender digit up his ass. The sensation was like a jolt of electricity shooting through him. Her thumb circled over the precum that was flowing from the head of his cock.

He groaned, his eyes rolled back and his body shuddered. She carefully enveloped his balls between her lips. Her green eyes sparkled as the tip of her tongue traced along the ridge of skin between his nutsack to the base of his penis. Slowly, her tongue glided up to the cleft of his throbbing purple head. She caught the glistening fluid with her tongue as it trickled down his cock then slicked it across her full red lips.

His cock was throbbing as the warmth of her mouth drove him to certain insanity. Her fingers wrapped tightly around his girth as she lathered it generously with her tongue once more. Her small hand moved up and down his shaft like a well oiled piston. He thrust his hips rhythmically, meeting her deliberate strokes. Her tongue peeked out of the corner of her mouth as she concentrated on bringing him to the brink of a climax.

Suddenly her head dropped down as soft wet lips wrapped tightly around the head of his cock. She kept her eyes focused on his while she sucked on his dick like it was a cherry popsicle on the hot summer day.

The suction from her mouth made a delicious popping sound as his crown entered and left her lips. Expertly rolling her tongue around the rim and into the slit, sending shock waves through his entire body with every seductive lick. Copious amounts of saliva trickled down the sides of her mouth and onto his pulsing erection while she jacked her hand up and down his cock rapidly. He moaned out loud as she gripped the head of his cock tightly in her fist and twisted and rolled it in her palm with a flowing circular motion. This beautiful girl looking up at him with angelic green eyes was capable of giving a blow job like a fucking demon.

She rose up on her knees and placed her mouth directly over his cock, easing it deeply into her throat. He watched with delight as his dick slowly disappeared completely into her mouth. She held onto it tightly with both hands and plunged the entire length, slurping on it while he groaned in pleasure. His balls tightened against her chin as his mouth formed a circle. A guttural groan came from deep inside his heaving chest.

She sensed his approaching orgasm just in time to pull him from her mouth. Urging him on with soft cooing words, she grasped his throbbing cock with both hands and waited with steadfast anticipation for his impending eruption. Her lovely face showed complete pleasure as she lapped up a fountain of shooting milky sperm that spurted onto her face and throat, dripping down onto her luscious white tits.

She closed her eyes, smiled sweetly and clutched his cock against her body as if it were made of gold. She lavishly rubbed his warm cum into her cheeks, lips and chest while still holding the head of his penis like it was magic.

His body convulsed and jerked as she drained every last drop of from his purged balls. She took great care to lick every bit of his sweet tasting cum until he was clean. She had pleasured her man the way she intended and the euphoric look on his handsome face was her ultimate reward.

He needed to hold her as he pulled her into his arms, kissing her face and mouth. He tasted himself on her lovely lips. He cupped her round ass and held her tightly against him. “Officially the best blowjob I have ever had in my entire life.” He whispered in her ear. She grinned mischievously as he slapped her bottom and grinned. “You’re really proud of yourself, aren’t you?” She giggled as she pressed her face firmly against his bare chest.

She twirled a strand of his hair between her fingers. “That’s for always trying to make me happy.”

He kissed her softly and cradled the back of her head in his large hand. “I’m the one who needs to be doing all the thanking.”

She sat up and ground her body on his lap. She seductively rubbed his semi hard cock against her dripping wet pussy. She leaned closer and whispered in his ear. “I know how you can show your appreciation my sweet love…” His eyes met hers. “Fuck me hard, fuck me long and fuck me now.” She didn’t have to tell him twice.

He pulled the red wig off and her blond curls tumbled across his face. “Oh, I will, but this time I’m going to fuck my very own blonde.”  

The End

Ode to a Redhead (part one)

Ode to a Redhead

Part one

By Myandra Monroe

He tapped the toe of his shoe on the black and white linoleum floor beneath the booth, as he watched her every move. She sat across from him looking so seductive, so fuckable. Her tousled red hair and deep green eyes sent waves of electricity surging to his groin. Her attention was focused on the thick chocolate shake she sucked contentedly through a red and white striped straw.

She had him – body, mind and soul and she knew it. There was no way he could talk his way out of this one. She was a keeper, everything he’d ever imagined a woman should be. She knew how to press every damn one of his buttons with a mere wave of her hand or a single sway of her lovely hips. This time she did it by wearing a red wig, just for him.

She looked up, over her glass and smiled demurely. Her cheeks caved in around her dimples as she drained the bottom of the curved fountain glass with the straw. A droplet of melted chocolate ice cream slid down what was left of her smeared red lipstick. The rest of that scarlet dye was somewhere in the vicinity of his well served cock. He returned her look with a sheepish “you got me” grin. 

She withdrew the straw from her mouth; her eyes sparkled like fine emeralds in the late afternoon sun. “Hey, you were the one who kept hinting to me that redheads were your weakness.”

He winked. “I said ‘one’ of my weaknesses… I really like blondes… and brunettes too… and naked chicks, any naked chick.”

She giggled. “You specifically described what redheads did for you in great detail… and I witnessed it, with my own eyes.” She lifted one high heeled shoe and playfully pressed her peep toe between his legs. 

“It was surprise factor that did the trick babe. You sprung it on me and caught me off guard.” He raised one eyebrow slightly. “All’s fair in love and war when you play games with my cock… like you’re doing right now.”

She threw her head full of red curls back and let out a rich throaty laugh. His cock hardened immediately. This woman could give him a stiff dick with just the slightest effort. 

He quickly brought her slender wrist to his mouth and kissed her pulse point. He wanted her, he wanted her bad. He wanted her more than anything else in this world, right here, right now. 

“You nearly fucked me to death.” She whispered between swollen bruised lips as she swirled her fingertip slowly around the rim of her glass, picking up a drop of leftover milkshake. She placed her finger in her mouth and sucked it clean while her eyes watched his for a reaction. He narrowed his eyes and exhaled slowly. He could still taste her cum on his mustache.  

The vision of her naked body shivering, shuddering, cumming all over him just a few hours ago gave him chills. They had literally fucked all night long. She had surrendered to his passion and responded with the same fervor. The way he reacted to her little red headed fantasy was apparently the reaction she was hoping for. He would have given her anything she wanted plus more and she was ready to take it.  

His deep set eyes smoldered as his pants grew tighter with every passing moment they sat in the confines of the diner booth. He scanned the remnants of her half eaten burger and a few catsup soaked fries. Inquiring as he clasped her small hand in both of his. “Did you get enough to eat?”

She nodded her head, her curls bouncing with an impish grin on her beautiful face. “Yes. Thank you. I was starving.”

“Good!” He quickly slid out of the booth and pulled her to her feet and positioned himself discreetly behind her frilly black taffeta skirt. She giggled when she felt his erection pushing menacingly into the small of her back.

He threw two twenties on the table which was more than enough to cover the meal and tip. They both waved at the waitress as he awkwardly guided her out the door, careful not to expose his erection to a roomful of patrons. None of the diners seemed to pay much attention that both of them wore rumpled formal evening clothes in the middle of the afternoon let alone that he had a raging hard-on.    

They made it to his car. He made sure she was safely in the passenger seat before he hurriedly slid into the driver’s seat. His dick was so fucking hard his balls were aching.

She reached across the console and grabbed a handful of his crotch in her small hand. He quickly placed his hand over hers and cautioned. “Careful little girl. This could go off any second and frankly I would rather not do it in my pants like a seventeen year old.” She giggled with delight which sent another pang of desire to his twitching groin.

He hadn’t felt like this since he was seventeen. He seemed to walk around with a perpetual erection since the day he met her. She did things to him that he had thought had long since subsided. She reluctantly released her grip on his cock and gave him a playful pout. He chuckled. “No worries babe… we’re going right back to bed and I intend to have my way with you for the rest of the day.”

“Promise?” She placed one red fingernail on top of her full pouty lips and batted her eyelashes. He groaned at her impudence which made her grin even wider and more devilish. He started the engine and the car seemed to know the quickest way back to his apartment.

She could barely keep up with his long legs as he sprinted towards the door dragging her along on her strappy mile high stilettos. He quickly unlocked the door and they did a twirling, tongues entwined, hands groping dance, into the apartment. He pulled her closer as he kicked the door shut behind them.

He wrestled with the stiff petticoats of her black party dress until he managed to slide it down and remove it from her lean, supple body in record time. Her fair skin glowed under the filtered lighting of the room. He stepped back to look at her as she stood in front of him. She was like a vision from a dream, standing there in lacy black panties, a wired push-up bra, black garter belt with black stockings and heels. She was fucking beautiful in every possible way and he couldn’t get enough of her.  

Her heart was pounding so hard that it brought a rosy flush to her chest and cheeks. He pushed her back onto the cushions of the sofa and wrapped his hands around her exposed thighs. She drew in breath as his fingers slowly slid up her long stocking legs until he grasped her slender ankles. He firmly pressed her knees against her full melon shaped breasts.

She gave him a wicked smile as he eyed the treasure she held between her thighs. Her labia were outlined tightly beneath the narrow dampened crotch of sheer, black lace panties. He leaned his face over her and tore the lacy material away with his teeth. The sound of ripping panties sent a rush of adrenaline to her very core. His five o’clock shadow left a trail of goosebumps across her delicate skin. 

The sight of him with the remnants of her sheer panties between his teeth sent her into a frenzy of emotions. He shook them from her body like a hungry wolf before he shoved his face deep between her thighs. She caught her breath and held it as his tongue probed deep inside of her. She whimpered with little puffs of air as he lapped up her wetness. 

He teased the hood of her clit and drew circles around her silky pearl with the tip of his tongue. Slowly, methodically inching one long digit deep inside her bottom as she squirmed and squealed beneath him. Every flick of his tongue sent her into spasms which excited him even more.

Her moans became louder as he feasted on her like a hungry animal. His tongue worked relentlessly as she frantically reached out for a handful of his tousled hair. The louder she wailed, the deeper and the harder he pressed his face into her.

He nudged her knees wider apart with his broad shoulders and hooked his arms securely around her hips. He raised his head to look into her eyes and gnarled through gritted teeth. “Fuck! I could eat your sweet pussy forever!” His face thoroughly drenched with her honey. He returned to finish what he started.

Her groin twitched, the warmth rushed through her lower body as she shuddered from a series of orgasms that were so intense that her back arched and lifted her lower body completely off the sofa, driving her head and shoulders deep into the cushions. She cried out and clutched at his hair, his skin, anything she could get her hands on as her hips bucked wildly against his face. Her legs trembled under his strength as he firmly held her down, his tongue keeping contact with her clitoris at all times. Her ankles twisted wildly in her stilettos, digging deep red welts into his back.

His face was slick and shiny with her cum. Her inner thighs glistened with a combination of sweat and cum as she tried to catch her breath. She whimpered and cried as her fingers stroked the back of his neck.  

He took his time. He relished every single second of licking cum from that beautiful throbbing, drenched pussy. She gradually loosened her grip on his hair and lovingly cradled his head in her hands. Her body jerked sporadically and she shuddered each time his tongue brushed against her clit.

She felt like she had been set on fire. Her puckered pink nipples centered high on perfect round alabaster breasts, rose and fell as she struggled to catch her breath. A thin film of sweat shimmered across her skin in the filtered late afternoon sun. He knelt at her feet and adored her with beautiful, grateful gray eyes. Her response to his touch was more than he ever hoped for, from any woman, ever in his life. She was heavenly in every single way.   

He lay between her trembling legs, worshiping her pussy like he was kneeling before a sacred altar. She stayed perfectly still, waiting for her breath to return. He could perform oral sex like no other man she had ever known. He truly was the master and she would gladly be his willing slave, to the end of days.

She knew of only one way to repay him for what he had bestowed upon her gloriously satiated body and as soon as she regained the use of her wobbling legs, she would prove to him that there could never be anyone else in the world more perfect for him than her.

More to follow.

Designated Driving

Designated Driving

by Myandra Monroe

It’s Friday, I watched the clock as it neared five. It had been a long hard week and I was ready to get the hell out of Dodge, so to speak. Work had kicked my ass all week. It was time to go home and spend some quiet time with the wife, the kids and the dog.

No wait, there’s nothing quiet about that. She’ll have a million projects for me to work on. The kids will be running and jumping around like a bunch of maniacs and they’ll be dragging their even more annoying friends through the house. Well, at least the dog would be grateful to spend some time with me. I sighed and watched the final couple of minutes tick down.

About that time one of my work buddies stopped by my desk and interrupted my pity party.

“Hey bud!” He did a drum solo on my desk. “A bunch of us are going down to Al’s Place and have a few drinks and watch the ballgame. Wanna join us?”

I started to shake my head and decline the offer but something made me change my mind. Suddenly, I found myself nodding agreeably. “Sure, I guess I could stop by for a couple.” After all, I told myself, I deserved a night out, it had been a long week.

He grinned. “Good! We’ll catch you down there.”

I called after him as he walked away. “I’m not staying very long!” I warned. Now, I had to call the wife and tell her. I wasn’t looking forward to the guilt trip but here goes…

I call her cell and she answers right away. “Hi hun…” I try to make it as light and cheery as possible. “…um some of the guys here asked me to join them at Al’s for a couple of beers and a ballgame. I probably won’t stay too long…”

I waited for her to whine about not spending time with her and how the kids were driving her crazy and the dishwasher was making a funny noise… but she didn’t do any of that. She simply said. “Have fun baby… just remember, don’t drive. Take a cab home, OK?”

I was in such a state of shock, I almost told her I changed my mind and I was coming home but I figured I’d better “carpe diem” the moment. “Sure sweetie, I promise I’ll take a cab. I won’t be too late.”

She laughed. “Right… whatever. I have some writing to do. The kids are staying with friends tonight. I’ll see you when you get here. Have fun.”

Immediately the guilt set in. She plays ninja games with my mind sometimes. If I live to be a hundred, I will never figure out what makes the woman tick. It’s gotta be that pussy and those fabulous tits that keep me coming back for more.

I show up at the bar and about ten guys are already there. We order a round of drinks which requires another round and another round. The game was a snoozer so we quickly got wrapped up in telling jokes and talking about our co-workers… the ones who weren’t there to defend themselves. 

I looked at my watch. Shit! It was past midnight! How the fuck did that happen?

I finally push away from the table and start to leave. I can hear her voice “Take a cab home, OK?” I was a little past the point of being buzzed so I called one and had another shot before the cabbie came in and called my name.

The last shot did me in. My head was spinning as I climbed in the back of the cab. When I reached the house, it was completely dark but the porch light was on… so that was a good sign. I paid the cabbie and tipped him before I made my way to the front door and fumbled for my house keys.

It was eerily quiet when I got inside. I stumbled into the bathroom, stripped off my clothes and got into a hot shower, hoping it might sober me up a bit. At least I could wash away the smell of cigars, beers and chicken wings but I was blitzed, no doubt about it. Now… time to face the ball and chain.

I crept in our bedroom and she was sound asleep. She didn’t even stir, so I carefully slid naked, underneath the blankets. The room was spinning as I closed my eyes. It was the last thing I remember until the morning.

I wake up to the smell of honeysuckle and citrus body wash. I’m lying on my back and she is straddling me, fresh out of the shower. She smells wonderful and her long auburn hair is slicked back into a neat ponytail.

She has cradled my face in her hands and is showering me with sweet soft butterfly kisses, my eyelids, my forehead, my stubbly cheeks and chin and finally my lips. I love to feel her kisses, especially on my mouth. She doesn’t seem to mind my morning breath or the whiskers. I casually mention that she has another set of lips I’d like to kiss.

She doesn’t hesitate to crawl into position with that sweet freshly shaven pussy of hers directly over my eager mouth. I pull her down and play with her labia. Kiss it, open and close it with my fingers as I admire the drops of dew that are forming all the way around her sweet vagina. I insert a couple of fingers inside of it and pull her down to kiss her lovely pussy. My tongue sneaks between her inner lips and I tickle that silky little clitoris of hers. I can hear her staggering breath as I touch her just the right way. I pull it between my lips and suck on it until I can feel her pussy flutter. She is so ready to cum for me.

I gruffly whisper. “Sit on my face baby. Put that sweet cunt over my mouth and let me ravage you.” My cock is hard as concrete as she plops that beautiful pussy directly over my grateful face. She is gushing her honey all over me. I’m slurping and sucking frantically to keep up with it She starts grinding her hips into me as I grab her soft round ass and squeeze it hard.

I suck on her clit, tickle her labia with my tongue and shove my thumb up her sweet little asshole. She is trembling, shuddering and pulling on the headboard as she cums all over my face. It flows into my hungry mouth and runs down my nose, cheeks and neck. I feel like king of the mountain as this sex kitten cums like a banshee all over my grateful face.

She calms down enough to plead for me to fuck her. My cock is more than ready to pound that pussy as I gladly let her scramble off my glazed face. She slowly but steadily slides her still pulsing, cum sopped, contracting pussy over my harder than nails cock. Goddamn, she feels good.

She moves her pussy up and down on my dick as I grab her beautiful bouncing tits in my greedy hands. Her nipples are solid peach colored pebbles. I pinch and twist them between my fingers as she rotates her hips on my groin like a snake charmer. I’m in fucking heaven by now.

She leans toward me and starts to lick her own cum juice off my face. I think I’ve died and gone to heaven as she starts to have another orgasm. Holy fuck! Her pussy tightens up and throbs around my cock like a vise and my balls feel like they are going to be sucked up her sweet little asshole.

She’s digging her nails into my chest as she growls like a wildcat in heat. It’s all I can do to keep from getting my nut off just watching her writhe and shudder over my throbbing cum soaked cock.

She is so wet that my groin is soaked. Her sweet cum is flowing down under my balls into the crack of my ass. I want to pick her up and slam my cock into her so hard but something stops me from doing it because I can tell she’s not finished with me yet.

She leans forward and kisses me hard, then growls in my ear. “Fuck my ass baby. Fuck it good and hard!”

I had to pull her back for an instant, just to see if I had the right girl. My eyes widened. “Are you serious?” She never lets me fuck her ass. Says it’s dirty.

She spit fire from her beautiful eyes as she hissed at me. “Yesssssssssss! Goddamnit! Fuck my ass NOW!”

I wasted no time as I tossed her body off me like a ragdoll and landed kneeling behind her with her knees shoved to her chest. Her sweet ass was raised high in the air like some kind of altar, ready to make me a sacrificial offering.

Her sweet little pink asshole was pushed out for my pleasure at the same time as all ten of her fingers grabbed her own buttocks and pulled those lovely cheeks wide apart.

My face fell instantly into her ass. I started to tongue her anus like the last meal of a dying man. She wiggled and pushed her ass harder into my face as I tossed her a salad good enough to serve the queen.

If there’s anything I love more than eating her pussy, is eating her ass. It kills me because she rarely lets me do it but this morning she was offering me up the all you can eat buffet and I wasn’t about to let the opportunity pass me by.

I could hear her whispering between gasps. “Fuck me baby… shove that big fat cock of yours deep in my ass. Fuck me hard and deep.”

I didn’t want to waste anymore time for fear she’d change her mind but she kept her cheeks parted wide for me. I noticed there was some special anal lube on her side of the bed, within my arm’s reach. This little minx had this whole thing planned out. My cock was throbbing and my nuts felt like they were going to burst at the mere thought of it.

I held her hips steady as she whimpered and moaned beneath me. Her hands went from grabbing her ass to fisting the sheets as I rubbed my cock and her asshole with the lube. I began inching the head of it inside her tight asshole. She squirmed a little but kept her ass held high.

The puckering disappeared as I pushed slowly inside of her. She growled and groaned with pleasure as I slowly impaled my rather thick girth inside her little anus.

Shit it felt fantastic! She was incredibly tight, as the pretty smooth pink skin stretched around my cock to accommodate my size. She gasped and muttered into her pillow until I had sunk my cock, balls deep inside her little butthole. The temperature inside her ass had to be 120 degrees! I’ve never felt anything that warm on my dick before. Her soft skin was gripping my cock like a velvet glove.

She hissed out of the corner of her mouth. “Fuck me hard you bastard!” That really got my motor running as I cautiously pushed a little harder into her. She turned her head and practically bit mine off. “I said – fuck – me – HARDER – goddamnit!”

She didn’t have to tell me again. I gripped her hips and slammed into her like a man possessed. She screamed, growled, grunted, groaned and pushed back hard into my groin. The harder I fucked her, the harder she fucked me back. My balls were slapping against her dripping, throbbing pussy. I couldn’t hold out too much longer. My thighs were tensed up and my nuts were about to boil over. She rubbed her clit furiously and I could feel her pussy and ass tighten up and clamp down on my deliriously happy cock. By the time I heard her say. “Cum inside my ass baby. Fill it full of your hot thick jizz.” It was all I could take. I pumped her full of what felt like a gallon of sperm up her sweet ass as she shuddered with another mind blowing orgasm.

Her trembling body collapsed underneath me as I slid down and rested my head on the back of her thigh. I whispered to her as I massaged that beautiful fucked ass. “Creampie me baby. Show me what you have back there.” She knew how much I loved to see my cum flow out of her ass so she strained her ass cheeks until a stream of sticky white jizz spilled out of her tightening bunghole and flowed down onto her sweet cum drenched pussy. I used my hands to lightly rub it into the soft skin of her puffy labia before licking my fingers. Nothing could taste as delicious as our hot sex mixed together.

She squirmed a bit and I crawled up behind her and cradled her extremely fuckable ass neatly into my pelvis. I wrapped my arms around her spent body and softly caressed her lovely, soft tits. My senses filled with her sweet scent.

I rested my chin on her shoulder and smoothed a few strands of hair that had escaped from her ponytail onto her serene face. I had to know what had brought all this on.

I thought she was going to be pissed at me for missing a Friday night home alone with her and instead she gives me the fucking of a lifetime. I softly stroke her cheek. “So… what did I do to deserve all this?”

She grinned with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. “It’s not like I never fuck you, smart ass.”

I chuckled. “Well, you know what I meant.” She hadn’t fucked me like this since… well, I can’t readily recall when she last fucked me like this.

“So, I thought you’d be pissed at me for coming home late.”

She smiled. “Did you have a good time?”

“Yes, I did... and way too much to drink.”

“You took a cab home. That’s all that matters.”

“So, I drank responsibly and got rewarded?”

“Something like that.” She scooted further into our comfortable spoon. “Now hush, let’s get some sleep. It’s Saturday, no kids. When we get up, we can go out for breakfast and pick up your car.” She closed her eyes and I swear I could hear her purring.  

“Yes ma’am.” I whispered as I pulled her even closer.

The End

A Morning Gift

A Morning Gift

The morning light was pouring through the window. She rubbed her eyes and stretched her lithe body like a cat in the sun before rolling over to see him lying beside her. He was sleeping soundly. His exquisite naked body, sinewy and tan. He always looked exceptionally fuckable when he slept. Strong arms flayed, long legs, outstretched, with taut, toned muscles.

His nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply. His chest rising and falling so effortlessly. She leaned nearer to listen to him breathe and watched closely as his eyes shifted rapidly under lengthy dark eyelashes. Was he dreaming of her? She could only hope that he was.

She wanted to pleasure him. She wanted to kiss him. She wanted to make love to him completely on this beautiful sun filled morning. The craving of his naked flesh on her naked flesh was nearly overwhelming. She decided she would wake him the best possible way she knew. 

Her fingers gracefully wrapped around his sizable girth. The exquisite touch of soft, silky skin encased the steely hardness of his morning erection. His blood engorged cock was surging, pulsing beneath her sturdy grasp. She squeezed it firmly as her eyes glanced upward to catch a glimpse of his handsome sleeping face. A breath escaped from between enticing lips as he rapidly sucked air into robust, healthy lungs. His broad chest rising and falling as he slowly awoke to her subtle caresses. Eyelids fluttering, licking his lips with anticipation of her next move. Gentle moans of approval.

She wanted to make his morning worthwhile. She wanted to show him just how much she appreciated him. Something told her he would know by the time she was finished. Hopefully this would be the beginning of a wonderful day. That familiar sexy smile traced across his lips. The lips she loved to kiss.

The dance had begun.

He shifted slightly and she shook her head and firmly pushed him back. She had made it very clear that it was her turn to be in charge. She loved to play the submissive but this morning, he belonged to her. She was determined to make damn sure he knew it and knew it well.

Her message was received and welcomed by him as he immediately lay back on the pillow and locked his fingers behind his head. The satisfied smile on her face was all he needed to tell him he was doing exactly what she wanted.

Her warm lips glided softly from the base to the tip of his cock as her wet tongue darted between them to taste his brine. He shuddered as she repeated the seductive motion again and again. His moans became deeper, more aggressive as she gracefully slipped her delectable mouth over the purple crown and gently sucked at the sweet, slippery drops of precum dripping from his eager erection.

She looked up at him and smiled softly as she swirled saliva around the base of his head and gently tickled the cleft with the tip of her tongue. Her eyes danced with delight as she continued to pleasure her man. The man she so loved and adored.  

It was a struggle to keep his hands behind his head but he managed to do exactly as she commanded. Oh how he wanted to fuck her! He wanted to pound her tight pussy so hard with his cock but his love for her was stronger than his urge to take control. He remained in his place as she hungrily plunged the length of his cock deep into her throat. His thigh muscles tensed, his abdomen tightened as he clinched his fists firmly behind his head.

Heaven was having her soft lips wrapped around his eager cock. She placed her delicate hand around his throbbing balls. Her thumb and index finger, gently tugged on the skin between his nuts. She knew exactly what he liked. There was a damn good reason he was in love with this goddess of women that knelt between his legs, worshiping his cock. He had no fucking idea how he got so lucky to be chosen by her but he would gladly reward her tenfold for bestowing on him the best blowjob known to any man, at any time.

She used great care and diligence to lick, suck, massage and worship every centimeter of his grateful cock as if he were a Greek god returning from battle. She looked up at him with hypnotic, breathtaking eyes. He loved her more at this moment than he ever thought could be possible.

The incredible urge to cum was beginning to override everything else in his brain. He tried to keep the sperm from boiling up from his balls but every time he would look into her beautiful eyes and vision of her soft pink lips sliding up and down his grateful cock, it weakened his resistance.

She sensed his impending orgasm and placed her hand on his pulsing groin. She could see the familiar signs on his face. The way he closed his eyes, the tightening of his jaw and jutting of his strong chin. He never looked more handsome than when he was about to cum. His nuts tightened, his groin tensed and his thigh muscles flexed as hot creamy semen spurted into her waiting eager mouth. She gently massaged his balls and stroked the base of his cock as he spilled every ounce of his cum into her warm soft throat.

She readily swallowed every drop, except for the tiny bit she purposely allowed to dribble from her lips so she could lick it from his gratified penis. His body shuddered as her tongue traced the length of his pulsing cock.

She held onto him as his girth softened in her tender grasp. His heart was pounding, his mind was racing and if ever a man felt like a king, he certainly did at this very moment.

She slowly licked her luscious lips and gave him a wide smile as she softly whispered. “Good morning, my love.”

He beckoned her into his arms and as he pulled her near, he kissed her passionately. Stroking her soft hair, he whispered. “It is, my queen. It’s a very good morning.”

   

Lay Lady Lay - Lay across my big brass bed

Song written and performed by the legendary Bob Dylan 

Production by Myandra Monroe

Whatever colors you have in your mind. I'll show them to you and I'll make them shine.

A Very Sexy Video Words and music by Bob Dylan production by Myandra Monroe

Rainy Day Memories

Rainy Day Memories

It’s been cold and rainy all day. I’m lying here in this big bed alone and I yearn to feel your touch upon my skin. I always miss you most on days like this. I close my eyes and take in a deep breath, imagining you are right here with me. My memories flow back to my special thoughts of you, of us, together in this bed. Your familiar scent and the touch of your fingers as they explore my hungered body. The soft sound of your voice as you whisper in my ear. Telling me all those naughty things you wanted to do with me. Beneath closed eyelids, it’s all so clear… you’re right here with me.  

Fresh out of the shower, I’m naked under these warm blankets. I smell of lavender soap and shampoo. You always loved that scent. My hair is loose and damp, a halo of golden tresses fanned out across the pillow.

I trace my hands slowly down my curves. Cupping my breasts in both hands as you would do. They are full, soft to the touch. I strum my thumbs across the tops of my nipples. They are erect and rosy as if you just filled your mouth full with them. I can feel the smooth warmth of your lips and the wetness of your tongue on my pink nipples. You said they were the color of pink bubblegum. It always made me laugh. I pinch and massage them, pretending it’s your touch on my skin.

My fingers lightly dance across my skin, further down my body. I massage my abdomen and the softness of my belly just below the naval. I can feel your head resting there as you sweetly smile at me. My fingers tangle through your hair. I hear your sexy voice telling me how much you crave my body, my mind, my very presence. I reach out for you and lovingly stroke the side of your handsome face. I can feel the warmth of your sinewy body flush against mine.

My hands glide down to the top of my smooth hairless mound. I still keep it that way because you always liked the look. My middle finger slides into the naked cleft and I take a deep breath. My whole body is tingling. The vision, the thought of your mouth, your lips as you flick your tongue between the folds, makes me tremble with desire. I feel it… your warm breath and wet tongue as you settle your body between my trembling legs. Your strong arms reach around my hips to hold my soft thighs as your velvet brown eyes look deeply into my blue ones. Your fingertips caress the tender flesh of my belly as your tongue flattens against my silken pearl. You watch me closely as I take anxious breaths while you taste glistening nectar on the tip of your tongue. You tease and flick the small pink hood as my body responds in harmony to your sensuous moves.

Your eyes revel in delight as I sigh with euphoric pleasure. The mere touch of your mouth to my wetness is sheer mirth. I miss that most of all… your eyes, the way they look just before you start to take me to heaven.

My breathing transpires into a deeper state of arousal as my hand caresses the dampness left by your sweet carnal memory. I move in a circular motion around my clitoris as I recall how your tongue worked its magic. You could make every hair on my body stand on end as you made love to me with your mouth. Do you taste me baby? Do you miss my sweet honeyed arousal?

I swirl my fingertips around my silken pearl and pretend it’s your mouth thrilling me. Your soft lips sucking on my clitoris as beads of dew moisten my swollen labia. Breasts are rising and falling on my heaving chest as my back gracefully arches and my pelvis thrusts toward your eager mouth. My head, spinning with visions of our love making, sinks deeper into the pillow. My mouth forms a perfect O as you drink in my arousal.

Baby, you always knew my favorite spots, how to make me shudder and tremble. I still make those silly little mews like a purring kitten when I think of your tongue tasting me. I reach to touch your head as if it were there. My legs spread wider as my hands work faster and faster, cajoling myself into a frenzied state of arousal. I can feel you baby. You’re here with me now. The heat rises within my core.

Your strong arms tighten around my upper thighs. Your face is buried deep within my folds. My hips rock faster and I moan deeply as my tongue reaches out to moisten my parched lips. Yes, baby! Keep going baby! This is heavenly.

My breath stops suddenly. My body stiffens. My vagina contracts tightly around your eager mouth. My sweet honey pours lavishly from within me as you allow it to flow onto your thirsty tongue.

Hold me tighter as I scream your name to the gods and beg with you, plead with you not to stop pleasuring me. I can feel your whole body tense up as you desperately try to hold onto me. Riding me all the way through my orgasm.

I’m pulling at your hair, grabbing onto you with all my strength as my entire body shudders and writhes in my unworldly ecstasy. You slow down and slowly kiss my cum soaked vagina. Lightly licking the final drops of my savory juices.

My breathing calms, my heartbeat slows again as you raise your head above the crest of my smooth mound. Your sexy eyes meet with mine. Your gorgeous face, slickened with my arousal. The lazy smile on my face tells you everything you need to know. You’ve made me so very happy my darling lover. Nobody can do it better, even if it’s only in my dreams.

Baby… you’re the best. Always have been and always will be. You make my body sing, my heart flutter and my soul soar. Something I can never forget, no matter how many miles may separate us.

My eyelids are heavy as I pull the covers up over my sated body. I keep my hand between my legs, cupped over my throbbing pussy and pretend it’s you holding me there, like you always used to do.      

It’s cold and rainy tonight but I will fall asleep knowing that I’ve felt your sweet love once again. It will keep me warm. 

I miss you baby. 

One Night Stand

The One Night Stand
By Myandra Monroe

Seth woke up groggy and confused. He quickly became aware he had absolutely no idea where he was.  

Burgundy satin sheets were tangled around his naked frame. He quickly sat up and looked down at his muscular physique to find it riddled with red welts and scratch marks. He shook his head, attempting to clear the cobwebs and tried to recall exactly what happened the night before. How did he end up naked and looking like he’d been in a cat fight in some stranger’s bedroom?

The room was opulent, tastefully decorated and definitely feminine. He peered into the open door of a large walk-in closet. There were burgeoning racks of stylish female clothing and rows upon rows of high heeled shoes neatly lined up. Yeah, he was definitely in some broad’s bedroom… but whose?

Obviously she had money and good taste but he still had no recollection of meeting anyone or what he had done the night before. Seth began to panic. He’d been drunk many times in his life but never to the point of blacking out. It was enough to make him knock off the boozing forever… if he could ever find his way out of this room.

He swung his legs over the side of the bed and tried to stand up. Feeling dizzy and disorientated he quickly sat down and grabbed one of the hand carved bedposts to steady himself. What the hell did he drink anyway?

He felt weak, like he was going to pass out so he fell back on the bed, face up. It startled him to see his own naked image staring back from the mirrored canopy. Obviously he’d had sex with a woman in this bed the night before. He couldn’t remember getting the life fucked out of him underneath this mirror. If anyone needed to check into the Betty Ford Clinic right now, it was Seth Andrews.

He gazed up at his ghostly form and grimaced. “Goddamn Seth, you need to get some sun!” Now he was talking to himself in somebody else’s bed, somewhere in “Where the fuck am I land?". He continued to stare at his battered body hovering eerily above him in total disbelief.

On just about any day, Seth could easily attract any woman he wanted but right now he looked like road kill that had been left out on the hot pavement too long. Except… he wasn’t warm. In fact he was freezing. He blew out a puff of air and he could see his own breath. Other than being inside of a meat locker once when he was a kid, he‘d never recalled any room being this cold. He pulled the sheets around his shivering body and hugged himself for some warmth.

Think you stupid bastard - think! What had he done? Where did he go? What was the last thing he remembered doing? He was still wearing his Rolex - so he knew he hadn’t been rolled. He checked the date to see that it was Sunday, November first and it was three in the afternoon. What the hell? He’d had this watch since he graduated from law school twelve years ago and it never lost a minute in time. He was almost hoping that was the case… but he knew otherwise.

Looking at the image of his battered body was more than he could handle so he rolled over on his side and wrapped the sheets tighter around his aching frame. From the way he felt, he must have been doing some very strenuous activity last night because he had muscles aching he didn’t even know he owned.

He pulled his knees up tightly against his body and cringed at the shooting pain in the left side of his groin. He anxiously grabbed at his genitals and breathed a sigh of relief. Yep, they were still there. At least she didn’t bite his dick off!

Suddenly, a flashback of getting the best blow job of his life hit him like a ton of bricks. He labored to bring back the recollections of last night. He remembered the oral sex - how could he forget it? This chick could suck the chrome off a tailpipe with no problem. He lay across her bed and allowed the memories to flood back as he fought off the dull ache that was invading his chilled body.

Last night was Halloween. He’d agreed to meet with some former clients at a posh Hollywood night spot on Wilshire Blvd to celebrate a civil case he’d successfully settled for them out of court.

The Goldsteins had money and connections so he could hardly afford to pass up the chance to gain favor with them. His brand new Porsche was eating up his savings since the market crashed. He might as well drum up some business and enjoy himself while he was at it. Being a workaholic did have its perks.

The evening’s entertainment turned out to be Sade and he was mesmerized by her exotic beauty and the rich velvety sound of her voice. He’d only planned on staying for one drink and wound up staying long after his clients left to enjoy the laid back atmosphere of the club.

Sade was still as beautiful as he remembered her to be. The music took him back to his college days as she crooned the words to “Smooth Operator” into the microphone as he sipped on a single malt scotch, neat.

That was the moment he noticed her – the sultry vixen with the talented mouth and bright red lips. He vividly recalled those red lips wrapped tightly around his throbbing cock. The vision in his head was making his painful groin twitch. At the moment his balls felt like they’d been sucked inside out but it sure felt good while she was doing it. Now the vision was coming back vividly.

He watched as she approached him like a jungle cat on the prowl from across the dance floor. Her svelte
body was draped in a skin tight sheath of red velvet and her dark pageboy gleamed blue/black under the soft barroom lighting. Her deep brown eyes peered into his steel blue ones with an unscrupulous desire. He could feel her sensuality all the way down to his core. This woman was born to fuck and he was certain she knew it too.

He gave her a grin as she slipped onto the high barstool next to him and placed her elbows on the polished table. “Well hello there.” was all he managed to eke out but it was done with as much debonair charm as he could muster. His dick was going to be doing all the thinking for him tonight.

He managed to keep a cool façade as she gazed at him with hypnotic dark eyes. She lowered her thick lashes and sighed. Her voice was sultry. “You’re probably not going to believe this but I normally don’t make a habit of meeting strange men in bars.” His dick stiffened with each word that poured forth from between those pouty red lips as she held out her slender hand. “My name’s Tatiana Du Bois.”

“Well Tatiana Du Bois, I’m pleased you decided to break your habit.” He lifted her long fingers adorned with bright red nails to his lips and kissed them lightly. Chivalry was still alive and well in the City of Angels. “Seth Andrews… and the pleasure is truly mine.”

He winked as she coyly slipped her fingers from his grasp. A seductive smile exposed a hint of perfect white teeth. He could already picture her naked, on top of him, doing very bad things. His Armani trousers could barely contain his arousal.

Seth Andrews was going to bed this beauty before the sun came up and hopefully she would be receptive to the idea without much persuasion. So far his chances were looking pretty good.

She gave him a serene smile which revealed she was well aware of the effect she was having on him. The softness of her voice played like a melody in his ear. “Well, the truth be known, you remind me of someone I used to know and I couldn’t resist.”

His piercing blue eyes sent chills down her cold spine. Tatiana had surveyed his tall muscular frame from across the bar with pure lust for more than an hour. The slender nose, the crooked grin, the high forehead, all seemed so familiar. She had a pressing urge to run her fingers through his short and stylish chestnut waves. The handsome lawyer could be a dead ringer for her ex and she had already decided that he would look good immortal. She wasn’t walking out of this nightclub without him. Her mind was made up. What Tatiana wanted, Tatiana got.

Seth could recall very little about their night together… other than the coolness of her alabaster skin as he glided his hands along the length of her long legs. He remembered holding them apart by a pair of red fuck-me stilettos. Not to mention the spectacular act of fellatio she so gloriously bestowed upon his grateful penis.

Why couldn’t he remember anything after that? He felt like he’d been in a barroom fight. The woman had to be an animal in the sack. From the looks of the claw marks up and down his chest and arms, he assumed that he had returned the favor. His back felt like a kitten’s scratching post.

Too bad he hadn’t been sober enough to witness her in action. Perhaps she’d give him another chance and maybe he could manage to remain sober enough to slow her down a bit. He couldn’t meet up with clients looking like he’d been beat up by a pussy cat.

Seth sensed movement behind him and quickly turned his head to see his mysterious bed partner standing at the foot of the bed looking like a dark goddess. She wore a black silk kimono which hugged her curves. The fabric accentuated erect nipples sitting high upon round firm breasts.

Raven tresses fell softly about her shoulders and her red lips were just as luscious as he remembered in contrast to her translucent, flawless skin. He became hard again despite the dull pain he was experiencing in his groin.

She spoke to him in a voice so seductive that even the wildest of beasts would kneel at her feet. “Good morning, my darling. I trust you slept well last night?” Dark mysterious eyes focused on his growing interest in her as he rolled over to admire the ravishing beauty.

He attempted to stretch his sore muscles and winced. “Apparently last night I was feeling no pain… but I can’t say that now.” He placed his hands across the broad span of his chest and grinned slightly. “What the hell did we do last night?”

He continued to stare at his exotic hostess. “I’m not in the habit of drinking until I lose my memory.” He raised one eyebrow. “I assume we had a good time… am I right?”

There was an evilness in the way she tilted her head to smile at him. “You don’t remember?” She leaned seductively against the bedpost and whispered. “You were an animal.”

The term, sex kitten entered his thoughts as he ran his hands along the bloody marks across his chest and upper arms. “We must’ve brought it out in one another.”

Tatiana’s eyes traveled over Seth’s sinewy body as she leaned across the rumpled bed linens. Her eyes caught his momentarily. His glance was quickly averted to her bare breasts spilling out of the low neckline of her gown. “Feel like breakfast in bed?” She asked coolly.

He looked at his watch again. “Um, sure… although it’s nearly dinner time.” He stretched his body once again trying to loosen up. “But I’m game if you’re on the menu for dessert?”

She answered with a raspy growl. “I am… if you’ll be my main course.” She crawled seductively across the bed towards him on her hands and knees like a panther on the prowl. If Seth hadn’t been so focused on Tatiana’s pendulous breasts bobbing beneath her kimono he might have noticed her dark eyes turning pale or the gleaming white fangs erupting from her jaws between those enticing red lips but… it was too late.

Seth pulled her close to get a taste of her luscious mouth when he heard a deep growl come from low in her throat. His face showed startled surprise as he held her at arm’s length to gaze into ice cold silver blue eyes of a monster. Her signature red lips were parted by long canine incisors that loomed dangerously close to his neck.

Seth’s eyes widened as his startled words escaped his mouth. “What the hell are you?” He tried desperately to push her away but her strength was immeasurable and he was no match as she hovered dangerously close to his throat. He tried to shift his body from one side to another but she held him stationary beneath her in a death-like grip. His mind was racing with thoughts of pure terror as he desperately attempted to wriggle free of her grasp. He raged at her. “Let go of me you crazy bitch!”

Tatiana laughed with a throaty quality that bordered on pure evil. “Andre darling, that’s no way to talk to a lady and besides you know what I really am… don’t you darling?” Her voice purred as her grip on his body remained concrete.

Seth’s nostrils flared, his brow furrowed in pure hatred for the entity that loomed on top of him. There was panic and confusion in his response. “There is no such thing as vampires! Who the hell is Andre?”

Tatiana continued to reign over him with a look that wavered between angelic and demonic. It sent terror ripping through Seth’s very soul. He was hypnotized by fear and morbid curiosity.

“Sorry Seth, it was a Freudian slip… You look so much like him. I was caught up in the moment.” She smiled insanely as she leered. “I promise darling, never to do that again.” His eyes were focused on her razor sharp fangs. She continued to pull him deeper and deeper under her hypnotic spell.

Seth felt as if he were moving in slow motion with every passing moment their bodies lay tangled together between the burgundy satin sheets. His struggling seemed to excite her and increase her unparalleled strength. Inciting him to continue to fight against her powerful hold.

Seth realized what prey must feel like at the moment of capture. He was powerless to fend her off. Vulnerable but not willing to give in as long as he still had some survival instinct left. Ironically, another part of him wanted to surrender to her wickedness. He wanted to know the mystery of what lay beneath her dispassionate, undead heart.

She continued to hold his gaze with her silver tinged ghostly eyes. They were hauntingly beautiful. It was as if he was staring into crystal balls that foretold his fate awaiting so near.

He couldn’t hold her off a minute longer. His arms weakened and collapsed beneath the weight of her slender body as if she weighed a thousand pounds. Tatiana could sense the defeat of his will surrendering to her power. His ability to fight off the power of a two hundred and twenty year old vampire for as long as he did was impressive. Seth was going to make a wonderful immortal mate, a complete match for her in every way.

Seth released a mournful groan from deep within. He was grieving for the impending loss of his humanity. He seemed to accept his fate.

Tatiana hoped that she had finally found a cure for the never ending hunger of her long lost beloved Andre. Maybe she could accept her immortal lover’s rejection if she could replace him with a new found obsession.

She stroked Seth’s handsome face, dreaming of the everlasting future they would share together. Seth had no idea of the powers she could bestow upon him. He would eventually appreciate her gift of immortality. She was convinced of that. A powerful vampire was going to arise from a mere mortal man in just moments.

Tatiana would sire him differently. She wouldn’t make the same mistakes as she did with Andre. This mortal would make her forget the undying love she held for the vampire that abandoned her long, long ago.

Her sharp fangs snapped through his taut skin and sunk deep into the side of his muscular throat. The taste of his blood was exquisite as it flowed onto her tongue. She could sense Seth’s mortal soul slowly begin to depart from his body. Soon, she would return the rich sanguine fluid to his body along with the limitless powers of a regal and powerful vampire.

The room became darker as Seth felt the life draining from his body and his earthly pain diminished. He had begun to believe that he was surrendering willingly to this beautiful dark eyed vampire.

His impending demise was put on hold abruptly as Tatiana’s body was lifted violently from his nearly lifeless form. Too weak to move, he was witness to the unbelievable struggle that was taking place on the floor next to the bed.

Tatiana’s plan to sire Seth was cut short by a sudden lurch from behind. A beautiful blonde vampire yanked the raven haired seductress by her tresses and dragged her to the floor. Tatiana’s fangs released prematurely from her future fledgling’s throat.

Chrissa cried out. “No Tatiana! Not again!” Chrissa yanked at Tatiana’s black silk gown, tearing it from her body.

Tatiana screamed as she struggled to return to her hapless victim on the bed. “No! No! Let me go Chrissa! Let me finish turning my beloved new Andre!” 

Seth held his throat and gasped for air as the life Tatiana tried to drain from him slowly returned. The sudden appearance of the blonde beauty was a welcomed sight as he watched in stunned amazement while these two beautiful women grappled with one another in a desperate battle for domination.

Tatiana tore the white dressing gown from Chrissa and threw her to the floor. The two nude women rolled around violently on the rug beside the bed, scratching and clawing at one another. Seth found the strength to scramble to the other side of the bed and watched in horror and confusion as these two beauties battled one another like a couple of jungle cats for dominance.

Tatiana’s scramble to get away from Chrissa was futile because Chrissa’s determination to prevent her from returning to Seth was stronger. Soon Tatiana lay on the floor with Chrissa straddling her, pinning her wrists above her head. She pleaded with the raven haired vampire. “Why Tati? Why?” There were tears in Chrissa’s blue eyes as she looked into Tatiana’s velvet brown ones. “I’ve dedicated my life to try to make you happy and this is how you repay me? Why?”

Tatiana’s eyes were full of pain as she looked up at Seth sitting on the bed. She turned back to her loving blonde companion of so long and softly replied. “Just look at him Chrissa. Just look at that beautiful man.”

Chrissa didn’t turn around. She kept her gaze exclusively on the love of her life. “I see Tati… but he’s not HIM! He will never be him! It was wrong of you to do this! It didn’t work with Andre. How could you possibly think it would work with a total stranger?” Her heartbreak was evident as she pleaded with the distraught Tatiana.

Chrissa turned towards Seth who sat naked and stunned on the opposite side of the bed. She narrowed her eyes and hissed at him. “Get out! Get out now and never come back!” She motioned her head towards the bedroom door as she held the still struggling dark eyed vixen beneath her. “Your clothes are over there. Take them and leave now! Forget what you’ve seen here and never tell a soul.” Her voice lowered. “Trust me if you say anything to anyone, you’ll regret it.” Her eyes turned pale and fangs protruded from her upper jaw as she glared at him. “Get out!”

She didn’t have to tell him again. Adrenaline took over as Seth launched his weakened body off the bed. He scrambled to the large wingback chair where his suit and shoes lay crumpled in a pile. He quickly gathered them but couldn’t resist turning back for one last look at the carnage before he ran from the room.

The blonde and brunette were lying on the floor completely naked and wrapped in an embrace as they softly wept together. Seth would never be able to get that image out of his head for the rest of his days.

He didn’t bother getting dressed as he found his way to the front door of the estate. The warmth of the sun felt seraphic on his chilled naked body. He frantically looked for his car and spotted it, parked at an awkward angle toward the end of the driveway. He stopped long enough to pull his trousers on and breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the keys jingling in his pocket. He would wait until he was safely in his car before he had a total meltdown.

Seth sprinted across the manicured lawn in his bare feet as he clutched his shoes and clothes under his arm. His legs carried him swiftly to the relative safety of his Porsche.

Once he was safely inside, with the doors locked, he gripped the steering wheel and took a series of rapid deep breaths trying to calm down. He looked in the rear view mirror and nervously ran his trembling fingers through his short hair at his pale image with sunken eyes and dark circles.

He didn’t want to believe what he’d just witnessed. He tilted his head back and ran his fingers across the puncture wounds on the side of his throat. Two narrow stripes of dried blood ran down the length of his neck to his shoulder. He wasn’t having some kind of hallucination. It really did happen.

He sat in his sports car laughing and weeping like some kind of crazed lunatic. His pulse kept a steady beat on the side of his throat. He was alive. He had been mere seconds from death and he could still feel the lonely despair of preparing to meet his fate at the hands of a bloodthirsty female monster. His body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Seth looked up at the stately mansion with its manicured lawns and ornamental shrubbery as he noted the street address. He never wanted to drive past this house again for as long as he lived. He started his engine, spun the powerful sports car around in the driveway and sped out onto the street of the upper class Brentwood neighborhood. When he reached Santa Monica Blvd, he headed west toward his home at the beach. Trying hard not to think about what happened, even though it was the only thing on his mind.

His thoughts turned to a man by the name of Andre who obviously wasn’t as lucky as he was. He had been human. Eventually the poor bastard must have gotten away from Tatiana but obviously not before she turned him into a monster like herself.  

Seth would search for a face that looked like his in every crowd from this day on. An intense sadness came over Seth for the stranger. Chrissa must not have been around the fateful night Tatiana chose Andre for her life partner. Seth’s heart was heavy for the mysterious undead victim of the night.

He arrived at his Malibu beachfront home just as the sun was beginning to set into the ocean. He sat below his deck overlooking the Pacific and relished the feel of warm sand between his toes as he gazed out at the big orange glowing ball of fire. Never had a sunset been so beautiful.

The water and sky turned to a golden haze before darkness set in when the sun dipped below the horizon. He sat listening to the waves and silently celebrating his mortal soul. He breathed in the salt air and spoke softly to himself.

“Seth, you are one lucky son of a bitch.”

The End

From my Pinterest account. Yes, I broke down and made one. I used some of my words on some gorgeous photos thanks to @njeastman for getting me started.
I decided to put a few on my blog. You can go to http://pinterest.com/myandram/ to see all of them. I'll keep adding more.

Excerpt from The Taming of a Contrary Girl

Excerpt from 

Taming of a Contrary Girl

(just a dirty nasty little book)

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00BSK653W

Maxie’s slender body collapsed over the spanking bench as Master Drew immediately dropped to his knees between her spread legs. His hazel eyes softened to limpid pools of green as he admired the delicate folds of woman flesh that were displayed before him. His mouth watered to taste the erotic moistness of Maxie’s flowering pink labia. He buried his face deep into her throbbing sweet pussy to taste her for the very first time. Like finding heaven for his hungry soul.

Maxie took a deep staggered breath as her master, the man she had given her entire being to in the last hour buried his tongue deep inside her aching needy sex. She had never experienced oral sex before and although she had perused detailed descriptions in her tawdry dime novels of how it was supposed to feel, nothing could have described it well enough for her to understand.

He swirled his tongue around her clitoris like it was a feast. She pushed her bottom out as far as her restraints would allow and wept openly as he buried his face deep within her sex and drank in the wetness like it was nectar from the gods. In mere minutes she was calling out to those gods as Master Drew brought her to a soul shattering orgasm.

A sensation like nothing she had ever experienced before. Incredible heat erupted from deep within her core, traveled the length of her and radiated outward to every single minute nerve in her body. Her fingers and toes tingled, her legs went numb, she strangled on her own cries. She felt as if she was travelling to another plane as her eyes rolled back in her head. The moans that came from deep within her were haunting. She would give her soul away to feel this every night. 

None of her inexperienced finger diddling could ever come close to being compared to what his expert oral skills had allowed her to experience. Maxie knew that no matter how painful that beating was… she would relive it again and again just to feel this ultimate expression of love offered to her by her master.

She had knelt at his feet to honor him and now he worshiped her in the same manner for her willingness to trust in him. She sobbed in grateful recourse as he drank the seemingly endless flow of her cum until he’d licked her dry.

Maxie’s bottom was bright flaming red and warm to the touch. She sobbed softly as she lay across the spanking bench in Master Drew’s chambers. Not only because of the pain but the because of the entire experience. It was overwhelming. Her master rubbed something cool and soothing onto her tender flesh. Maxie moaned and sighed as he spread the lotion gingerly across the angry red welts.

He applied more of the cooling salve to her swollen pussy lips with his fingers and took extra care to gently massage her still throbbing clitoris. She squirmed and mewed from his gentle touch. His hushed tone asked her. “You liked being punished for your transgressions didn’t you Miss Maxie?”

Between sniffles she quietly answered “Yes sir. I needed to be spanked. I was a very bad girl. I won’t do it again, I promise.” She bit her lip, thinking she may have spoken out of turn. She wouldn’t have believed that she could crave to feel the sting of that paddle ever again, but she did.

Nothing made sense to her anymore. She was confused about her emotions. She was confused about the event that just took place. Even so, her feelings toward Master Drew were solidly confirmed in her mind. She wanted to always please him, even if it meant displeasing him to get his undivided attention. 

He spoke calmly. “Miss Maxie, your punishment isn’t over yet.” What more could he possibly do to her tonight? She took a deep ragged breath as he applied a large amount of the cooling lotion to the opening of Maxie’s tight pink puckered anus.

He’d never seen an asshole that was as perfect as hers. She gasped and squirmed as he applied pressure against the delicate pink opening with his finger. It felt strange but exhilarating at the same time.

She looked in the mirror to observe his intentions. She pretended to fret as he caught her questioning eyes in the mirror. Maxie found the courage to ask in a small childlike voice. “What are you going to do to me now, Sir?”

He slowly inserted his middle finger deep inside her bottom. “This will be the next phase of your training. Since you disobeyed the rules so soon, I’ve decided it’s time to advance your training a bit ahead of schedule.” He pulled his finger nearly all the way out and pushed it back in deeper. Maxie gasped and groaned as her pussy twitched. She was dripping wet again. Having him put his finger in her ass was a strange but oddly satisfying sensation. Much better than the nozzle Nurse Ratchet rudely shoved inside of her three times a week for her enemas. She moaned and pushed her ass up to meet his finger as he wiggled it around inside her bottom.

His voice is as soothing and gentle as the lotion he’d applied to her sore red bottom. “All naughty girls who disobey the rules… eventually get fucked in the ass.”