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September 4, 2015 / razorbackwriteraus	/ 4 Comments
Teasing words that dare my inhibitions
Stripping away the shy exterior
To reveal bare flesh for your eyes only
A hiss through gritted teeth
I respond with the tremor of my thighs
Every second; longer than the next
Anticipation building…..climbing
Almost dizzy as I await your touch
Bedroom eyes stare to the wall
Heated breath escapes my parted lips
Rounded buttocks flinch at the slightest sound
You're behind me, I know you're there
Hair pulled back, caught within fingers tight
Never will I resist you
For this night you shall have your fill
My body….my sacrifice
The surrender to be the sweetest thing
One Night Only – SS.
January 4, 2015 January 4, 2015 / razorbackwriteraus	/ Leave a comment
Scene setting : Bandit & Raul's Room.
co-written with Artie.
Artie: For the beginning of the ride, Bandit had mumbled muffled obscenities at the warlock.. though as time progressed she would soon fall prey to slumber, encased in bodily warmth. She slept, but far from soundly. It was as though every few moments the little thief would twitch, her hands moving to cover the rest of her body as a small noise of yearning slipped through – occasionally, as Raul knew from her stay at his palace – she would speak.
"Nn.." It was a moan, her head lulling to the side as her arms tightened on her femininity, holding it in.. "Ah.." The thief gasped, her thighs pressing tightly together as though a hand was between them, despite her own hand covering the front of her womanhood.. Clearly, her dream was something of a recollection. "Please.. more.." These words would come out a few moments after the rest, her brows furrowing.. It was intriguing to hear this, as the subconscious would speak now… was this truly what she'd longed for? A slight curl of the toes would answer this question as the blonde's head turned to be against Raul's side, her sleeping and naked form burning next to him..
It was perhaps worse because of how used she looked, the drying of her juices and his own along her upper thighs and legs, the blood around her neck from his bite and the copper color as it'd begun to dry..
The Warlock kept his eyes on the skies as they rode on from the darkened ally towards the nearest brothel. Since the Warlock viewed Bandit as being a whore, what better place to have her kept than instead of in his own house. Raul had been through that before in the real world, here….he rather be free of having to watch her 24/7. The ride was an interesting one. Bandit falling asleep, but not before mumbling obscenities at him. Even at her lowest point, she still put up a fight. She was however in a situation where she said one thing, yet her body did another. Raul would realize that she was insatiable. One fuck just wasn't enough, and with her hand moving down to her swollen woman hood, and her guttural moans practically begging for his attentions, he was now starting to wonder if he should oblige her. The whispered words of "please more.." had the Warlock raise a brow, as the cool of the night breeze teased and played with Bandit's hair as they neared their destination. He thought for a moment. Should he?
The carpet flew around the building of the main brothel house and came into land, but as it did so, the Warlock levitated off the carpet with Bandit held in his arms. He kept her head to his chest, as the carpet de-materialized and vanished with a light pop. The Warlock strode in the front doors, only to be met by the Brothel madame.
"One of your girls I have found in an alley. She needs to be cleaned and set on one of your beds for me. I shall pay well for this service, as I wish to enjoy her for the eve." He tossed the Brothel owner a bag of gold, as he passed her, and she directed him to one of the suites. Within the room was a service girl, who got a wash basin ready as the Warlock laid Bandit down and started to remove the rest of her clothes. The girl used a sponge and scented water to clean Bandit as she continued to slumber, and when finished, she trundled the wash cabinet out of the room, leaving the Warlock alone with her once more.
Her hair was brushed out and fanned her face, to create an image that was almost holy. Almost. her body was now moving, writhing about the bed, her desire still not yet sated. The Warlock removed his clothes slowly, as no doubt she was still mumbling and begging him to finish her. With her upper body laying on a hill of cushions, the Warlock parted her legs slowly, with all the skill of an Master lover, and started a trail of kisses that worked their way up to the sweet place between her thighs. He was much more gentle at this point, since she was asleep. Within her mind it was anyone's guess what she could see, but her eyelids would flutter as she went through a stage of rapid eye movement.
Laying fully on the large bed, the Warlock then lowered his head between her legs, and the next thing she would feel, was the teasing presence of his tongue, as it delicately would seek to probe her inner lips. His hands would rest upon her hips and then it was up to her to use her hands to guide his head as she saw fit.
Artie:
Under usually circumstances, Bandit was a fairly light sleeper.. but in her drunken state and sleepless nights, as well as physical exertion.. she was so deeply in sleep that she barely stirred. This is not to say her eyes would not flutter open partly, only to close once more…
Holy, yes.. The sandy blonde tresses crowned her head, darkening her skin in comparison.. her brows furrowed, though her face relaxed, giving her naturally pouted lips a more emphasized look. Slowly, her chest would rise and fall, the single candle flickering in the dark room.. it threw off a shadow of her shape, the silhouette of her perked breasts and slim stomach beside her on the bed, as though laying next to her.. The gentle curve of her sides.. one arm lay on her stomach as though a mother might to protect her womb, the other up and into her hair. Long and strong legs moved slowly, thighs rubbing together a bit as her knees were bent slightly, cutting the slightly cold air.. Her body itself would radiate heat, soft mumblings coming from the sleeping figure, nearly comprehensible.. but only due to their tone of need, the slightly raised pitch of voice..
A flutter of eyelids as the warlock spread her legs, revealing her arousal.. he moved slowly so as to not rouse her to the point of awakening. A soft noise and a further mumble would greet his actions, her knees attempting to rub together once more but finding themselves to be pushed away from one another.. It was impossible to know what she dreamt, her words giving no clue to her settings or surroundings.. A gasp. One that sounded almost as though she'd wakened, her muscles clenching against the surprising feel of the hot breath the warlock emitted against her sex.. The air thickened around them to an extent, toes curling..
"Mm.." It was a lower noise that would find its way through the female's chest, as she would suck on her lip.. Her body would stretch, squirming a bit but slowly in doing so.. The hand once on her stomach slowly trailed down her stomach, moving blindly until it found a long tress of his hair, tugging him closer to her.. Knees would move to face outwards, her legs bent a fair amount at this point to leave none to his imagination.. A noise of her liquids would come with this.. if she had been awake she would have been embarrassed.. Yet her body was so instantly ready for him, beckoning he go once more.. Goosebumps formed all along her skin, her nipples perking further to be solid nubs.. A soft sigh, the movement of eyes under lids. The unconditioned body was a needy one..
Razorbackwriter: It was not the best room in the town, far from it. Far too cramped and there was very little in the way of furnishings. No paintings on the walls, not ornate furniture. Just a large king sized bed and duchess with a long floor standing mirror. This was angled in such a way that it reflected the goings on on the bed – not that Bandit would see any of this. The Warlock had chosen his moment wisely. The girl in the deepest of slumber from which it would be hard to awaken. What was a dream and what was reality? In Bandit's drunken state the real and the fantasy would blur and she may well not even be aware when she woke up of what the Warlock was about to do to her.
Only a single candle illuminated the setting and this in itself created even more shadows than if there had been rows of them.
The Warlock was a Master in more ways than one. Not only had he mastered the art of illusions and magic, he studied on how to give pleasure and how to receive. What he was able to do, was treat a woman as though she was a finely tuned instrument. Fingers that moved with a delicate sense of care – when the mood hit him, which was rare. Usually one that took what he wanted and forcefully, this was a complete turn around but Raul had his reasons for this most intimate of moments. He planned for her to remember this though not by conscious thought, but that it would be in her dreams. In a way, she would never be able to forgive herself, or him for this act. What is worse….he was going to make sure she remembered ever lick, every touch as though her skin was seared by a heated flame.
Already Bandit was arching her back, her bright pink nips standing to attention upon rounded mounds that rose and fell with the increased pace of the beating of her heart. If a bird, she would be singing the most beautiful of songs. Instead there was no sound aside from the low noise that came from her lips. Submission – mixed with cravings of the flesh.
Like a rose that was greeting the sun in the morn, she opened herself. Legs well apart – knees splayed in welcome. The glorious bubbling of her juices that met with the Warlock's tongue. Each drop treasured as he poked at her lips with the very tip, to tease her into further release. Her slender digits wandered down past her stomach and now caught into his tresses – curling them into locking onto tufts that she would pull. Though her eyes were not yet open, she instinctively knew where she wanted him to be. Deeper. So much deeper. He would of course oblige. Raul's hot breath warming her ripe and blooded flesh all the more.
Raul's hand snaked up the side of her. Following her hourglass shape. Ripples of goosebumps met his finger tips and he played with this. His digits pressing along like he was playing a piano till he reached the rise of her mound of pink flesh. Thumb and forefinger pinched the waiting nub that was erect to his attentions. Wanting.
The Warlock remained silent. Giving no clue of who was doing these acts. Eventually though, she would remember.
Raul delved past the point of no return, his tongue now pushing through her folds and now flicking in and out so to press against her inner muscles. Cat like almost, he teased and flicked. Prodding and retracting as she fell into a dizzying abyss of pleasure.
Artie: Soft gasps would greet Raul's inching fingers, a slightly sharper one pushing at her chest as the nub on her breasts was pinched. To this she would feel a shock, the cold of his fingers against her hot skin creating a tugging feeling above her navel.. The other hand that did not grip at his tresses instead reached for her own breasts, placing itself over his grip and digging her nails in slightly.. as though urging him onwards, trying to grab at the item that gave her such shivers.. It was much like seeking the familiar hand in a sea of strangers, grappling blindly.
A true noise, however, came from her lips when his tongue flicked at her sex, creating a light lapping noise that she could not hear. "Ohnn.." Low. It was a sound purely from instinct, a total reflex at the waves of pleasure that had begun to suddenly roll over the female.. A burning feeling had come over her core, conflicting with the cold air that caressed her flaming form..
~Dream~
"Riley.. Oh.." Bandit groaned, gripping at her lover's hair.. He was her first lover, the man who held her heart.. and would ultimately shatter it.. but she did not think of this now. This dream splayed into reality, the feelings far too strong to be fantasy.. The blonde gazed down at the male, slipping a hand into his hair and pulling him against her..
He would respond with a sort of held-back eagerness, as though he was teasing her by holding back as the act itself.. The burning feel of his tongue on her fairly warm folds brought another groan to her lips, bubbling from the surface and splaying into the air..
Orgasm sprang up on her, encasing her in its warmth and electrifying her center, burning her slowly from her beginnings as she unraveled..
~Reality~
Quick movements of her chest. The blond breathed shallowly, crying out loudly.. the curvature of her spine would increase as she rolled back her shoulders, tilting her head into the pillows and moaning out incomprehensible words.. Her womanhood would clench and unclench around him, liquid spurting slightly and then leaking from her..
The thighs of the woman would tremble around Raul's head, legs shaking as a terribly hard climax racked through her body in delicious waves.. "Oh!" Bandit's eyes blinked open, yet the scene remained the same from that in her dream.. A queen bed beneath her, red sheets that were embedded with markings rough beneath her bare skin.. An overhang from the bed, a nightstand to her right.. The moon the only light in the room as it would pour through the darkwood windows..
"Riley…" Bandit breathed, looking down at the red-haired man beneath her legs, a content sigh slipping through her lips.. She would comb through his hair with a loving intent, running her fingers through the tresses.. "This dream is so good.. I don't want it to end.." Little did she know she was awake.. Her normally clear and icy blue eyes appeared foggy as she gazed at the warlock, imagining him as her old partner in crime..
Razorbackwriter: ~The Dream~
The name of another man came from Bandit's lips as she was in the throes of a glorious orgasm. This man, another lover from another time and yet the thought that he was the one making love to her had her react so intensely that even the Warlock was surprised. The Warlock raised a brow, as he continued to enjoy the taste of Bandit's release, but his ears burned. Raul was meeting her needs above his own, and yet here she was – writhing in spectacular fashion with that name being said breathlessly. Anyone that could tame the wild cat that was Bandit must be worthy of her, the Warlock thought. Feeling her slender digits wind their way through his own hair as she betrayed herself and spoke that the dream was so good, had the Warlock decide to make the dream very real. More real than she was probably ready for. If he appeared in her mind to be Riley, then that was the mask he would wear as he raised the bar.
Gently, the Warlock removed his hand from her swollen bosom, and used it by placing it on the bed to help him move upwards towards her. A slight gust of wind would cause the candle light to flicker, but in this moment the appearance of the Warlock changed to that of the man in her dream. He rose up so he was now looking down at her. Their faces barely inches apart. She would see Riley as she cast her clouded eyes upward at him. Seeing his lips and nose wet from having been so intimate with her. Bandit's scent mixing with his own masculine one.
"It doesn't have to end you know, kid?." The dark voice said. His hair now a dark red, so unlike that of the Warlock's. "It's been too long. But….." His lips would press with hers, while his tongue flicked against hers. It had been too long. Riley was the one and only man that Bandit ever loved, ever counted on. Only in her dreams could he exist because in reality, as far as she knew he was dead.
Suddenly, the Warlock's expression changed as he felt that he had already conquered her body and marked her again in the alley. Here, she had experienced a joyful and fulfilling moment, where she believed it was Riley that had committed the act. Not her most hated enemy.
Slowly he pulled back from Bandit as she lay there, spent. Raul slid off the bed, but still appeared to be Riley. Slowly he dressed himself, as he hummed a tune that only Riley would have ever sung for her. Would she remember?
Standing dressed, he then tossed a small bag of coins on the bed and remarked coolly. "That should cover the room."Riley was leaving her again.
Without looking back, he walked out of the room and shut the door with a soft click. Whistling as he went down the stairs, his appearance changed to that of the Warlock once more and he nodded to the Brothel Madame.
"Delightful as always."
He then headed out into the night.
Artie: For a moment, she was flying. The female would entwine her hands into Riley's hair, tugging ever so softly to pull his lips to hers.. She did not care for their mixed scents, only taking in his own.. "… But.." At this Bandit would arch a brow, her hands falling from his hair and sliding to his shoulders. "'But?'" She would repeat, her expression changing as he slowly pulled away..
"That should cover the room." Her face hardened as he tossed the coin purse next to her, her jaw locking. Riley would never have done such a thing.. what twisted nightmare was this? Slowly she would move to be under the covers, ignoring the uncomfortable feel along her body.. surely this was not real… though it certainly felt it..
The woman wrapped her arms around her chest, on her side in the fetal position.. what the hell had just happened..?
It was thirty minutes before her eyes would lull closed, her mind unsure as to why she had yet to wake from this nightmare, the stabbing pains of Riley's disinterest coursing through her veins..
She awoke, a disgusted look immediately flickering onto her face at the odd feeling between her legs.. But more importantly, she looked shocked.. What was the coin purse doing here? Was she still sleeping? Bandit would stand, walking to the wash pot and beginning to scrub herself..
The blonde walked to the closet and dressed, memories of the previous day causing a scowl to light her features.. it was all so blurry.. but how had she ended up here, naked? What had happened? Why did she have a dull ache on her neck and in her nether regions?
Oh, the poor soul.. she could not even recall that the dreaded warlock resided in Hell with her..
Leaving the coins on the bed, Bandit would walk out of the room, staggering a bit from her beginning headache..
A Little Red Dress – Chapter two
December 23, 2014 December 23, 2014 / razorbackwriteraus	/ 3 Comments
The second in an erotic series that started with Cafe Discretions. The new chapter is "A little red dress", co written with TA, and is adult fiction – so reader beware.
RB– It had been about a week since Alana had enjoyed the pleasures of the unknown gentleman at the Coffee house. She had toyed with the business card he had handed her right before she had taken flight – sated and wet. Thoughts, wicked ones had crossed her mind as she ran her thumb over the gold embossing. Every so often she glanced at her phone. Should she call? It was not like he knew how to find her or even where she worked. She was still very much a mystery to Alec, but one that he probably wanted to explore in more detail if given the chance. It was tuesday evening, just about time to knock off work when Alana finally gave in. Taking out the card once more, she silently stared at the card. There was to be an office Christmas party hosted by her boss, Mister Ferguson. Everyone was said to be going, and her boss had made it clear that he hoped she would give him a special surprise for his Christmas present. He'd made advances towards her through the course of the year, and always liked a drink at the Christmas do. She could imagine just how bad he would get, but then she thought of Alec. Letting out a breath, she took up the phone and then pressed in his number. Would he answer? It was his business line. Chances were he had a secretary of his own. The phone started to ring….
TA – A couple of days had gone by since he experienced that lovely moment with Alana – he wondered if she would ever call. He had actually stayed away from the bistro for a time, just to let the aura of the encounter fade away a bit in the event they were noticed. However, he cared more about that killer body he had been able to have liberties with, and whenever he walked the block or two from the office, his eyes were always open. He tried to imagine what her life was – of course they hadn't talked about themselves beyond their wants, so did he want to know more, or did he just want to bang her. His desk was covered with paperwork that wasn't going to get done on its own, so he thought about spending a few more hours at work. He knew with the holidays coming normal schedules would be different so she was probably out of town, a lot Englanders liked to get out of the city for the week, and he wondered about driving out to spend a few days with his family. He looked at the paperwork, glanced out the window, and decided to get up and stretch a little bit, get the blood flowing. He imagined again Alana in her own world, wondered how she spent her evening and began to fantasize a lovely woman that tossed everything aside at night to just lounge with her legs spread over a divan, like any stunning woman would in her free tie. He imagined her taking her fingertips and beginning a slow tease across her skin, sipping wine, and then he wondered if he might be the image in her mind. Hiss phone began to vibe in his pocket, and he reached inside pulled out the phone and a number appeared that wasn't familiar. His policy to not answer unknown calls given his profession, so he let it go to voice mail. He thought if they really want his attention they'll drop him a message. He didn't even think about her actually making the call, but after it moved to voice mail, he returned to his desk and began hitting the paperwork.
RB– Alana waited for the sound of Alec's voice on the other end, and she got it….but it was his voice mail message. 'Great..' she thought for a moment, as she waited for the right moment to speak. Alana swiveled in her chair and stared out of the office window at the city that was spread out before her. He was out there, somewhere. Finally the beep sounded, and that was Alana's cue.
"Alec. I don't normally leave messages, but in this case I guess I will. I'm not sure if you remember me." She paused for a moment and frowned. God, that sounded pathetic. She could do so much better. "It's Alana. I happen to be attending a little do here at the office tomorrow night and I wondered if you might like to come….come..and have a drink." Her voice became softer as a client entered the office and nodded at Alana – he had an appointment. Knowing she had an audience, Alana changed tact. "I believe I owe you a drink at least. You have no idea how much I enjoyed your company." This was said with a sultry tone, as she then went to give him the details of the address and the floor – along with the time. Alana closed the phone and set it down as she looked back at Mr Jansen, the new client.
"You're early. I like that. Let's get down to business."
TA – the ding went off on his phone so he decided to listen to the message. The moment he heard her voice his demeanor changed. He immediately got up and shut the door to his office, and walked to the windows. Her voice was in his head, and he chuckled at the first couple of lines. He certainly didn't expect that vulnerable tone from this delicious barracuda he had submitted to the other day, but then realized we don't always know people beyond their exterior facade. He listened with intent to the address she'd given him, "17th floor, 2042" he scratched on his notepad, and then put his phone down on the desk. He stood there for a minute and looked at the phone. He immediately thought he might be staying in town for the next couple of days.
'Heh" he laughed to himself. She called him. It wasn't an arrogant laugh, there was no tone of confidence, he simply remarked at the fact she reached out. He walked over to the window and looked directly at her building, surveyed the floors and tried to determine where the law offices began. He knew it was around the 14th or 15th floor and then stretched upwards five floors. He has sent a few clients that way. He imagined their offices being directly across from each other. He imagined he might be looking right at her, but had no idea of that even being a remote possibility. He picked up his phone, threw a few papers into his satchel, walked over to the windows and dialed … feeling a sense of arousal just with the notion of her making a connection.
RB– The night of the Office party had arrived, and thankfully Alana had been able to duck back to her apartment and change into something a little more festive. A knockout red cocktail dress with matching heels and sheer stockings. Gold diamond earrings finished off the dress nicely, and she wore her hair in a loose bun, with the curls that framed her face giving her a much softer look. Alana checked herself in the mirror before she was to head to the door, and was happy with the effect. Very festive. She was practically a present waiting to be unwrapped. If only by the right person. Thoughts again returned to Alec, and she felt herself glow at the idea of his presence. How he made her feel, his touch. They had seen each other so many times before the encounter, but not in the days that followed. This made the want for him grow all the more. Oh yes, the nights she lay upon her cotton doona – imagining that her fingers were in fact his. His face, his voice had filled her nights, if only it was just her imagination. Alana hoped that this night might lead to more. Happy with herself, she grabbed her clutch and headed for the door.
Driving into the underground car park of her office building, the silver Mercedes pulled up in the last row of spaces. The lights dimmed, and Alana quickly checked her phone. He hadn't called back, but maybe that was done on purpose. She called him. Usually, it was the other way around. Would he even come? Alana undid her seat belt and opened the door of her car, stepping out gracefully, and reaching for her purse. She slammed the door, which caused an echo in the car park. The alarm triggered and the flash of yellow lights faded. Looking about and not seeing anyone else about, she headed for the lift. Her hair bounced lightly upon her shoulder as she walked with a pronounced strut. Her red heels clacking on the concrete floor of the car park as she stopped before the lift and tapped the up button.
TA – He held onto the phone and just looked at the number, and wondered if he should hit send or just walk over and surprise her. He thought, hell, everything has been spontaneous, I'll just walk over. He took off his tie and dropped it in his office drawer with the others, loosened up the top button, rolled his sleeves back a flap or two … going for that casual, and hot enough outside he didn't need his sport coat. He walked over to the bar, and poured himself a scotch, leaned into the cherry wood counter and caught his eyes in the mirror. "Okay, so who am I today?" The lonely bachelor, or the 'everyman' that women want. He knew the scotch would help define that and slugged it down.
He walked over to the window and imagined her readying herself for the Christmas party. The fact she was inviting him indicated she would be bored as hell, and this would be an easy invitation to ask her to get out of there soon after they arrived. He walked out of the office, and pushed the down button on the elevator. Sally said good night and he realized he had ignored her, and turned around and smiled and said, "oh, damn I didn't even say good night" "you have a wonderful holiday alright, and drive safe, I'll see you on Monday." She smiled and nodded that knowing glance that said to him she would always hold onto that night last spring. The doors opened and he got on – leaned against the wall, and as the lift began to descent imagined doing it with Alana in this little square box. Hmm, could work.
He walked into the evening heat, and strolled across the street in sort of a brisk jog seeing a gap in the normally constant traffic, and walked into the glass doors fo the office building. The attendant asked him to sign in, and said 'office party right?' He said 'yes' and was glad he didn't have to explain, and realized his demeanor was inviting. He walked across to the elevator and before pushing the button, scanned the directory to see if her name came up in the listing. The print was very small and only listed last names.
The elevator door opened …
RB– The door to the elevator opened at the foyer, much to Alana's surprise. She thought that the lift would go straight up. Castling her blue eyes up to who it was that had rung for the lift, she was taken in by the man standing there waiting. It was Alec. At first, Alana was left speechless to see him there. He looked incredible. No, wrong word. He looked fuckable. Alana chewed her lip as she asked demurely. "Going up?" Almost like she pretended not to know him. Well, she didn't know him as well as she had wanted too. Alana moved to the left side of the lift, so that he could easily come in and press the button to make the lift close. Something told her it was going to be a long ride to her floor. One of her core fantasies was doing it in a lift. Something about being trapped in a confined space and no way out. Alana reached for one of the hand rails, and curled her fingers around it. This showed off her perfectly polished nails. Fire engine red, just like her dress.
No one else was there to use the lift, so it would just be the two of them riding up. Once he got in….who knew what would happen. Needless to say, the security officer in the foyer would be the only privileged to get a special screening of their second encounter.
One of Alana's pencil straps slid off her shoulder, and she gently moved her hand to draw it back up into place. Her perfume was scented with rose and lilac. The fragrance intoxicating as the doors closed. Sealing them in.
TA – Shocked by her presence he was immediately drawn to her red dress, and glanced around for a minute and casually strolled onto the lift and closed the door, winking at the security guard as he disappeared behind the metal. He then turned immediately to her and reached her hand and casually let her let go of the strap, and wrapped his fingertips underneath and slowly slid it down her shoulder letting his fingertip slide along her naked skin. He was intoxicated by her perfume, and immediately took his other hand and began to lower her other strap, not to undress her but simply to have access to her naked shoulders. He knew her delicious bodice would have no issue holding her dress in place. As his lips sought her he watched her fingertips reach the stop button on the lift, and while in motion, she pushed it in, and the car slowly slid to a gradual stop. At that same time, their lips connected and he welcomed the beauty of her passionate kiss driving his tongue inside in a manner that only spoke of his need to show her how much he wanted to continue penetrating her. She reciprocated by putting her hands on his ass and pulling him into her waiting hips, his hands sliding down her arms, while he let his tongue slide out of her mouth, and upon her neck. He wanted to take time on her shoulders, feeling her gasps as he sensed her shoulders coming alive with the soft touch of his teasing lips, her hand now reaching the back of his head and fingertips wrapping in his hair as she pulled his head upon her aching skin. His hands met her hips and he gently moved her body, in a manner that said "I want your ass please' and turned her around, she letting go of his head and letting her hands wrap around the rails feeling him pressing his erection along the side of her body as he moved her into place. While sliding his tongue along her neck his hands slowly pulled the silky fabric of her dress above her hips, and yes he discovered she was pantiless. Just as he began to slide his hand under her ass, she placed her fingertips around his wrist, to indicate a pause, and spoke …
RB– Of course she wasn't wearing panties. Her purse was only so big and after their last encounter, Alana wanted to be ready. She was already heady from the way he entered the lift and took to her. Tasting the sweetness of her lips, moving his fingers to make the pencil strap fall so he had full access to her naked shoulder. Oh, she had dreamed of this moment, and it was every bit as good as her imagination had explored. In the coffee shop, Alana had been bold in what she wanted and how she got it. A public display and yet kept so discrete. This was different. No doubt the security guard was enjoying himself as he watched the events unfolding on his tiny screen.
In the lift, things were hotting up. Alec had turned Alana around so that she was gripping the railing now with both hands. The slight feeling of air was growing, as her dress started to raise when Alec picked at the hem and moved it slyly up her thigh and over her bare ass. Alana caught her breath, and reached around to take his wrist. They both paused for what was the longest few seconds till she said.
"Don't hold back. I want you to go as hard and fast as you can."
Alana gave a little wiggle of her hips, then pressed her backside out invitingly towards him. She slowly released his wrist, and instead reached up for her hair pin, which she slid out slowly, allowing her dark hair to cascade down in a torrent upon her back. Alana purred with a throaty richness. A light trickling was already going down the inside of her inner thigh. She was aroused beyond measure, and wanted him to seize the day. Alana glanced over her shoulder and he saw the flash of lust in her eyes.
TA – This was all he needed as he listened to her words feeling his erection wanting to pop. He didn't need her hands yet, this was the moment, the zip less fuck that he first experienced when reading Erica Jong's 'Fear of Flying' when he was a teenager.He reached his fingertips inside of her and spread her lips knowing her readiness, and unbuckled his slacks with his free hand while swallowing her shoulders, lost in her aroma … He slid his slacks down with his free hand and brought his wet fingertips up to his lips and dripped his saliva into the palm of his hand, reached the tip of his cock and an saturated it with the sweet gel of slide to make the entrance easy, grabbed his shaft and slid his dick underneath her ass, with fingertips guiding the head of his cock felt her lips and slowly slid the head inside guided by her gasps, pushed more, suddenly feeling her grip his cock and relishing in her strength. Now inside he placed his hands on the elevator wall, stepped away from her legs just a tad, while she grabbed onto the rails and let her breasts ease into the cold metallic of the wall. The only thing connecting them was the girth of his penis in her tight vagina, and he now slid slowly inside, and retreated, slowly inside and retreated, being careful to not touch any other skin. She reared her head back and her flowing her teased his chest while he continued to play with her anticipation, finally letting his lips fall back onto her shoulders, now beginning a more steady and necessary rhythm, her gasps turning to moans, her ass pushing against him with every thrust. He was going to cum, rather than fuck around with any affection. He now decided he was just going to slam her until he exploded. He wondered about how she was reacting inside at this point.
RB– The cold of the metal wall seared her nipples to the point that they were taut beyond belief. Her sweet mounds being pressed up hard to the elevator wall with each thrust. Course, she let him take charge, holding her in such a way, that only his engorged cock was touching her. It was doing more than touching though – drilling her slowly. Teasing. It was like he was torturing her to see how she would respond. A small cry emitted from her lips, as she clearly wanted more than this. Her ribbed insides squeezed and locked upon him each time, only to feel him withdraw from her slowly. It was driving her insane, and she started to push back in a show of eagerness to please and be pleased. Her own hair was now tickling her naked back, and it wasn't until she felt the press of his lips on her skin that she let out a moan of aching need. Alec had changed his rhythm to now being slightly faster. Alana grit her teeth. Between her thighs the ache was growing. She could feel him thicken inside her and in her mind she could picture him behind her – ready to hunch over and hammer her wildly. Suddenly, Alana wanted to make this last. Not to have him simply explode in her, but change gears and have him experience her in ways she had only dreamed. Hardly believing what she was about to do, she pulled forward so he would have left her body. Turning sharply so that she now faced him, she licked her lips and whispered in a hoarse voice.
"I'm dying to taste you."
At that moment she sank to her knees before him. Luckily the bottom of the lift was carpeted. Alana's dress had now dropped to expose her breasts and she gazed up at him as she placed her hands behind her back. Ripe red lips waiting for him to take her by the head. She wanted to be his gift for Christmas. At first she nudged his cock with her nose, then let it slide along her cheek. Her tongue danced around the head teasing. She knew that he could not resist such an invitation. To take her head and then guide himself into her waiting mouth. Her red lips parted as she slowly started to take him in…down to the back of her throat.
TA – Where did this woman come from he thought to himself as he put his hands on her the side of her head and just held on. She was doing all the work, he didn't have to pump, he just let her tongue and lips drive him crazy. The way she took her tongue and ran it along the base of his cock and slowly crawled up to the head was delightful, and then when she with desire spent time sucking on the middle of his shaft, it was like she was designed for his cock alone. No one had ever caught the sensation of his cock in such a delicious manner. As she worked on his cock, he slowly took a couple of steps back so he could lean against the wall instead of falling on top of her as her prowess was causing his legs to turn to rubber. He hit the wall, and just submitted, feeling her lips now sliding him towards orgasm, her hand cupping his balls. He was about to explode, and looked down at her, and noticed her eyes looking for him as her mouth made deliberate slides on his cock. She gave him a nod with a smile, and went to town. As he began to anticipate his explosion he wondered about how she would handle it, I mean 'Jesus Christ' he said in a whisper they were in a public elevator. She focused on the head of his cock, knowing it was close, tasting his precum, and now stroked his cock feverishly feeling him grow more restless, his breath giving moan to each stroke of her hands. His hands on her head now he held on for dear life as he began to cum, expecting her to pull her head away but instead she stayed firmly attached – her mouth with phenomenal strength holding onto to every squire of cum releasing into her mouth. She tightened her lips around him and rode him to orgasm, waiting a couple of seconds to be sure, and then audibly swallowing, letting his cock free while she took her tongue and cleaned the shaft of his cock. He leaned back on the wall, and felt her lips begin to kiss his abdomen as she slowly rose lips now kissing his nipples, sliding upon his shoulders until he
felt her mouth reach his ear. She whispered, "Fuck the party, my car is down a couple of floors." She let her dress down while he pulled up his slacks, lips pressed together while they readied themselves, and turned and pulled out the stop button …
RB– Alana slyly raised a finger to the corner of her mouth, where there was just the hint of his jizz on her lips. Skillfully she wiped it off then sucked her finger as she went to pull out the stop button and allow the lift to move once more. Alana herself had yet to enjoy an orgasm with her newest lover, but that was going to happen. Just not in the lift. She still could taste Alec's come in her mouth and she made a purr like sound at how good it tasted. The door to the lift suddenly opened at the floor of her office and her boss was standing right there. He looked shocked by Alana's appearance, and least to say the man standing in behind her was one he had never seen before.
"Alana…you're late."
"No, actually I just came up to wish you a Happy Christmas. Sorry, something just came up." She giggled as she wiggled her fingers at her boss and then pressed the button for the car park. The doors slid to a close with a very annoyed looking man left to explain Alana's behavior to the rest of the staff. That wasn't exactly the kind of present he had wanted from her. That….was going to Alec. Turning around slightly as the lift started to descend back to where she had her car parked, Alana said "I don't live far."
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Rough Dominance – SS
Scene setting : Dark alley in Hell.
(Brutal sex scene – reader discretion is advised)
Artie: The blonde felt her skin perk with goosebumps at his words and whistle… but at the same time his words prompted a sort of fear only he could bring to the front of her mind.. The chill went from her core to her fingertips, causing her to involuntarily wrap one arm protectively around her breasts.. despite her full covering she still felt exposed. His tone gave her the feeling that he saw through her clothing, to the soft flesh underneath.. He'd only ever forcefully exposed her bosom to his greedy eyes, the rest remained hidden from his view and the thief felt such was best.. Slowly she would increase her own pace, the heat of the moment beginning to sober her, yet at the same time it kept her drunk and under. "Fuck that!" Her voice had risen in pitch — was that how she sounded when in ecstasy? The warlock could only ponder..
The fall of her chest picked up as did his pace, her own feet fumbling to move faster.. It was difficult to remain balance as one hand clutched the bottle of liquid that made her in such stupor.. the other hugging to her chest.. Even now she was dressed in such clothing that held everything in, but her increased voluptuousness also created an effect.. So surely, if all was released, she'd be much more appealing than now.. despite already appearing so. "Go away, you.. you.. fuck!" She'd gotten frustrated, increasing her pace and thus the loudness of her strides..
And then strong arms wrapped around her body, encasing her. At this the girl's feet would kick upwards, heat bursting from her core at the physical touch while her mind screamed in agony with the yell of fright from her lips.. "Don't fucking touch me!" Her hand would bring back the bottle over his head – she was unsure if she'd hit him, or if it flew over him.. But either way, she heard the shatter of her only defense…
Her leg would attempt to kick back, aiming to hit him hard in the shin. This was done merely to get a few hits in – from his strong grasp she knew that her continuous squirming would do little good.. Her heart beat furiously, excited and scared all at the same time as her chest moved in reaction as such. "Son of a bitch! Bastard!" Random profanities ripped from her lips, her expression that of a snarl as she could feel her clothing tightening against her form.. Her hands clawed for his arms, attempting to leave deep scratches on his forearms.
All thought of his pleasure was forgotten as she fought his will.
Razorbackwriter: ~ Come into these arms again….and lay your body down~
Such a rawness to her voice. Though tainted by the drink, there was a hidden message within her words. Bandit's pitch a dead giveaway. She could not hide the excitement she felt if she dared. It was what made her all the more exotic in his mind. How could Bandit have forgotten so easily that it was her fighting spirit that made him heady and almost slick from rising passion. Already he was releasing a dribble of pre that stained his pants, though in this lack of light she would not be able to see. Like a viper, the Warlock's arm shot out and then enveloped Bandit from behind. She was slow due to her alcoholic fueled stupor and this made it all the more entertaining. In a filth laden alley, with the woman that he had hunted for so long being nothing more than a sad drunk. Oh but she still had that bite. Her words filled with venom and malice. It was only when he dug his clawed digits into the succulent mounds of her breasts that were now stretching the very fabric of her top did the Warlock howl long and loud as he went in for the kill.
Her struggles were foreplay, her scratching and snarling were that of a temptress…a tease. His thickening member twitched and slapped at her ass from within the confines of his pants. Her legs kicked outward, but this only made her rounded buttocks press back to his hips. It was almost like she was bouncing and Raul reveled in the actions. "Don't fucking touch me!" She screamed, and this would only heighten his need to dominate her. "Too…Nmmph….late." He was doing more than touch her. His other arm coming around, to find a way to slide his fingers between her legs. The tearing sound of her shirt would come as they struggled with each other. Raul trying to force her to one of the industrial bins., so he could bend her over. Bandit got a few good kicks in to his shins, but this was met with delicious growls as a reward."Son of a bitch! Bastard!" She screamed, as she scratched into his forearms, drawing blood.
"YES!…MARK ME!..MAKE ME BLEED…AND I SHALL DO THE SAME TO YOU!" Raul's voice rich and thick with want, as he bit down on her neck with a ferocity that would leave her reeling.
Artie: "No.. no!" Rrrriipp! The tear of her fabric that shielded her from his view was the sound of the beginnings of defeat.. All that stood between him and the sensitivity of her chest was the bra that held her full bounce in.. Yet he had already made it clear that he could take the fabric and rid her of it in haste. Yet.. her heart beat in desire, her legs squeezing together in protest of him but at the same time her womanhood tensed in ready anticipation. The contradictory feel of mind and body was overwhelming, her drunken brain buzzing with an attempt to make sense of what was happening. The grunts of her struggle reflected back at the thief, the female's feet dragging along the ground to dig in her heels.. She was not making it easy for him to drag her to such terrible confinement, where he would truly be able to dominate her. "Fuck! No!" The words burst from her in loud cries, distress clear in her voice while the higher pitch gave away her excitement.. If she had been sober, such pleasure would not be heard..
The warlock's next words caused her to stiffen, her whole body tensing at the action that followed.. It was surprising that she did not go limp, instead her body going to a complete lockdown mode when his teeth dug into the sensitive fleck of her neck.. Until, of course, her body immediately followed with an involuntary reaction. Her chest constricted, her lips parting as a cry resounded from her core. It started low in pitch but was soon high, her eyes fluttering at the intense pain and yet pleasure that came from it..
Her voice would end in a breathless tone, as though she had realized her noise finally and immediately cut it off, replacing it with a gasp. The sound had echoed around her, a redness coming over her cheeks as a breathlessness settled in. And dread. Dread coursed through her veins, knowing now that the growing need in her lower regions would be recognized through the terrible noise she had uttered..
"I… I don't want..!" Though they had nearly reached the bins now, her stiff moment giving him quite a bit of leverage to drag her: but it was now that she dug in her heels harder, squeezing her thighs shut against his fingers that attempted to prod.. A sob racked her lips in the complete fear she held for herself, yet at the same time she wanted to laugh in lust..
Razorbackwriter: The fight that Bandit put up only brought about rapture from the Warlock. His every pore taking in her released pheromones for she was clearly excited as she was terrified. The sharp razor edge of his nails now tearing not only the fabric of her shirt, but moving now to rip her bra to shreds. Lust had risen – eyes a shocking shade of red with a tinge of green stared at the woman's neck as he withdrew from the fevered bite. Yes! He had once again made his claim in the way of a mark that bled such sweet droplets of her crimson stain. Hungrily he lapped at her flesh – panting as he did so. Fingers…hands moving fast and Bandit gave up a terrific fight of resistance. Her cries however betrayed her. High pitch and riddled with an aching need for more. It was what Raul knew of Bandit all along. As much as she would hate to ever admit it, the girl needed a firm hand – a strong Master to bring her to new and dizzying heights of unadulterated bliss. The heat she was now radiating was such her cheeks were aflame. Raul could feel the pounding of her heart beneath her peaked bosom, now swollen to fit perfectly into the clasp of his large hands.
Raul's fingers probed through the cloth that separated him from her inner jewel. The sweet nub and luscious lips that he craved to delve and wallow in. A sob escaped Bandit's lips and this was the moment of triumph. It spurred him to render her free of the tight pants that bared his way. "I… I don't want..!" Even in the midst of the frenzied attack, her own body betrayed her words. Raul tore her panties free as though a rag, and his index finger and middle fingers slipped into the juicy folds that were waiting for him. Hot…lush…ripe. Bandit must truly be aching for him as he was now busting out of his own pants – the need to finish her so strong.
"Oh…but you do!" Raul cried out with her blood upon his lips. The Warlock slammed her hard against the bin, so her breasts were pushed to just hang over the side. His bulk pressed to her buttocks as he pinned her to the cold metal. Being of a larger frame, he towered over her. His lips brushing the back of her head, sniffing her sweet scent -ready to truly own her. One hand locked upon her right breast, with nails piercing her flesh – whilst he tore the last of the fabric to expose her bare rump. His hand striking it hard, before he released himself from the confine of his pants. Engorged and glistening, Raul began to rub his slick self between the crack of her arse, while his fingers violently began to pump into her dripping opening.
Cafe Discretions.
December 14, 2014 December 14, 2014 / razorbackwriteraus	/ 1 Comment
This is a collaborative piece and is classed as erotic fiction. Reader discretion is advised as it contains adult content. Cafe Discretions is a wonderful collaboration with a fantastic writing partner; eleganceinwords (TA).
TA – She was that knockout you're usually afraid of, at least I was when I first walked in. She stood waiting for her order, staring straight ahead, I knew she was aware of my drooling disposition. I sort of kept my eyes on the bakery goods rather than look right at her, but then I wondered – does she wish guys would just look through her rather than dancing around her elegance?
RB – It was about the same time of day and she knew that he should be coming in the door at any given moment. Already she was heady from the delicious scent of freshly ground coffee beans and the inviting smell of muffins and banana bread. Wearing her usual wool suit with the trademark short skirt, Alana tilted her head slightly as she mused over the various choices of coffees. The girl behind the counter waited dutifully for her to place her order, but she was holding back. Waiting. Waiting for him. He didn't disappoint. Right on cue, the tell tale sound of his heels upon the tiles; along with the familiar scent of his cologne had her show a sly smile. She didn't have to turn her head. Alana knew he was there. She's seen him before. Those eyes that followed her every move. The way he practically drooled. God, get the man a bib. Finally, she spoke.
"Short flat white, no sugar."
Then, she did something unexpected. "….and I'll pay for his coffee."
She turned her head ever slightly, and then motioned to a booth down the back.
"Care to join me?"
TA – He was happy he could still speak,
"Why certainly," he stammered, smiled, looked at the barrister to see if she was judging him. Yup she was, she looked at him as if to say,
"Why don't you just tell her you want to fuck her right now," but he looked past it and glanced at Alana's eyes, a deep blue horizon he had wished to lose himself inside of for weeks, her sweet smile that told him she could tolerate him for fifteen minutes of chatter, but he better use his time wisely.
He watched her walk away her legs gliding across the tile, and imagined she was enhancing her hips just for him. It worked. As he waited for his coffee, he noticed she put down her things and dashed off to the restroom while he was finishing his order. Without thinking about it, he dropped his change into the cup not even aware that Jenny the server was smiling at him, He walked over to the booth, a rather discreet one at the end of the aisle, high walls to protect conversations and other such matters. He sat down, and already felt the start of an erection. That alone told him to not really focus on trying to impress her with words. He loosened his tie and leaned back on the felt cushion of the bench and waited, each second trying to maintain the best 'hot guy' posture he could.
RB – Having walked into the rest room, Alana hurried into a cubicle and closed the door. Her lips parted as she ran her tongue across her bottom lip and then reached for the edges of her skirt, her fingers sliding up beneath the woolen fabric till reaching the top of her silk panties. Oh, they were coming off. No need for them now with what she had planned. A light wriggle of her hips and she shimmed so the black silk slid down her thighs and onto the floor, where she crouched down to snatch them up and then stuff them into her jacket pocket.
A little purr escaped her lips as she imagined that he was sitting at the booth – waiting for her. Did he know what she had planned? That she was far from a demure office secretary, but secretly had a few kinks in the closet. Smoothing down her skirt, she could hear others in the restroom and to mask what she was doing, she pressed the button and then opened the door; walking out smartly to wash her hands. Alana was immaculate. From her hair to her make up. A perfectionist you could say. She turned slightly to adjust the run of the seam of her stockings and gave her belt a little pull, to snap it tight to her flesh. The sensation sent a burning feeling racing through her. One final look in the mirror and she was ready.
Walking out of the rest room, Alana spied that he had gone straight for the booth and was now sitting in a non chalant fashion – his tie slightly loosened, and leaning back at ease. So…relaxed. Her eyes widened slightly as the right corner of her mouth twitched and she strutted towards the booth.
"Still not got your coffee?"
The service wasn't exactly speedy, but that was how she liked it. It gave time for her to introduce herself. If the case need be. But he already knew her. He had seen her repeatedly day after day and now the time had come to get better acquainted.
With a graceful move she slid into the booth. The movement meant that her skirt rose up high enough for the exposure of those garter straps. A hint of bare flesh. Pink…ripe. The fabric of the couch made a slight sound as she got comfortable. Her eyes flickering from his, and then tracing down where she happened to notice the growing bulge beneath his pant's fabric. Already? My my…what was he thinking?
"I'm Alana." this was said with a husky tone, that was smooth yet subtle.
As she got comfortable, her jacket opened slightly so that he might spy the black lace of her bodice beneath. The rise of her breasts just enough to show she was more than a handful. Alana didn't adjust her clothing. She wanted to make sure he got a good look.
"So aside from coffee, is there anything else you fancy?"
TA – He let out a bit of a gasp with a chuckle to feign how nervous or excited he was. He hadn't a clue at this point. All he could think about were her legs. Just then he reached to the side of the couch and picked up his coffee cup, nonchalantly glanced at the motorists in their routine out the window. He was doing his best to set up a casual glance. he took a sip, and placed the cup back on the floor nearby, purposely leaning over so when he returned his eyes could blatantly glance inside her thighs. She was there and ready, and parted just a tad, so when he sat up he could readjust his tie, a subliminal suggestion of how he might want her to caress him in a short while. He turned to see her looking right at him, with a smile. He let his eyes fall to her shoulders on purpose, noticed the fabric of her blouse that appeared to have been given a bit of a toss in the restroom, let his hand drop to his right thigh while his legs pulled slightly towards her, allowing his erection to settle well in his slacks. He watched her eyes purposely glance, with just a flit of her tongue, a wet sliver of saliva resting on her bottom lip.
"I'm Alec, I am just delighted,' he said, now bold, now wanting to favor her desires with a sharp return of confidence, something he was fully aware was coming from somewhere he didn't know.
He held out his hand and she laid her along his fingers so he gently lifted her hand feeling her soft skin slide inside his palm, imagining well beyond that initial touch. There was a fire happening and he wanted to build upon that passion.
"Well, actually, I'm thinking only about what might await me," and glanced again at her legs, watching them part just slightly more than before he set down the coffee.
"I certainly do fancy you," feeling completely comfortable with the energy she was sharing with him right now.
He had worked this moment in his head for days and was beside himself with how good everything felt up to this point, her picking the discreet couch, the reaction to his waiting cock, and even his fantasy of her removing her panties shortly before she sat down. He thought to himself when he watched her go whether that might be the case, and now, knowing her freedom with her body in his eyes, he was convinced …
"I think I would like you to tell me what you might want out of a spontaneous afternoon coffee, perhaps a fantasy of yours," he threw the idea toward her with a soft caress of his inner thigh that was now dancing with a subtle rhythm of arousal.
RB – So casual and acting as though he was more interested in the world passing by for a time. His head turning as he took up his cup and sipped, watching the cars that passed the coffee shop. Alana had to admit, she enjoyed this candor, the way he held himself. Moving his legs in such a way to hide the tell tale sign of a bulge. She could only imagine him without the pants on. Exposed. Throbbing. She pushed her tongue to the inside of her cheek as she quietly mused and studied this man. His name…was Alec. It suited him, and reminded her of a famous screen star by the same name. He was a confident gent, and as the moment progressed, Alec was showing signs that his self confidence was growing. Alana had given off very subtle cues, and he instantly picked up on it. It was like they were on the same wave length. Often so very hard to find.
When he took her hand, she felt the strength behind his grip. Fingers that she could imagine plundering her insides. The very thought sent a shiver through her, which she tried to contain. Her smile only grew when he said he was thinking of what may await him. Alana thought of a few things that were on offer – if the time was right. Finally, he admitted his feelings. That he fancied her. Success. She knew it all along. The silent flirts with eyes and of course her hips had paid off. Alana was never one to put herself out there, but to do it in such a way, that it would leave him craving and fighting those delectable fantasies, that she was now sure he had enjoyed.
At the question of what she might want out of a spontaneous afternoon coffee, or even a fantasy, Alana let out a very soft purr. She reached into her jacket pocket and skillfully pulled out that same set of panties she had just removed in the rest room. Casually, she reached for her briefcase and opened the flap – only to slide them deep inside. This allowed him to see exactly what she did in the rest room. Closing the flap, she drew back slightly and then glanced at him.
"I had wished for a sexual encounter with a stranger, but….as we are now on a first name basis, I guess we can try for something a bit…hotter."
Her hand slid down her own thigh and then reached across to where his hand lay. Gently she wound her fingers around it and drew it back so that she could place it just on the inside of her inner thigh. Her thigh quivered at his touch as her eyes searched his the entire time.
"I want you to finger fuck me….right here…right now."
TA – He didn't flinch and only slid a little her way across the couch, still keeping enough distance for eyes that could see them both shoulders up to not quite realize their actions, well not completely anyway. He let his fingertips tease the hot sensation of her skin inside the silk caress of her garter, soft circles for a moment or two with a smile, eyes looking inside her passion, while he let his other hand brush aside her long brunette hair to reveal a naked shoulder. He danced his fingertips along the side of her neck, letting her roll her head a little bit to suggest he can continue.
"You are beyond words, and far more delicious than even my greatest fantasy could imagine," he said, and slid his fingertips inside with little notice, danced the tips of two fingers around for a minute than slid them back out, letting her lip drop from her mouth at the shock of such a lovely start. He then caressed her inner thigh some more and spread his legs out a bit to allow his erection to signal her attention.
She responded with her right hand, sliding it upon his thigh, and when her fingertips engaged the fabric of his slacks he rose to her touch …
"You know, I'm not going to kiss you yet, because that might give us away, but I think I'll just play with you and demand that you cannot move for fear of our potential audience watching you writhe. We are in a public venue of course, and again he slid his fingertips inside of her, while his thumb collapsed on her clit – he watched her chest heave and jerk slightly to the touch, a sweet gasp emanating from her lips as her eyes closed just a bit to allow the moment…
He glanced behind the couch at the patrons throughout the bistro, and noticed their quiet ignorance, and with a smile began to rhythmically finger her sweet with pussy, feeling her hands tug on him each time he slid inside.
RB – Alec had laid down the rules of their encounter. She was not to move, nor show outward signs that his pleasuring her was taking her to heaven. She could not help the breathless gasp that escaped her parted lips when his fingers found purchase. The delicate nature of his touch sending sensations through her. It was enough to make her eyes roll back, but she had to remain composed. Only when he looked into her eyes did he see the oncoming flames of her arousal. Surely though the wetness that greeted his fingers was a stark indication. Drawing back in a breath sharply, her breasts swell from beneath her jacket. Now he would see the glorious curves as they move upward and are seen much easier than before. The dark nips tighten and grow taut beneath the silk of her bustier. The sensitivity is off the charts, and it wouldn't take much for her to cry out from the pleasures. Instead her lips part, and you can see her tongue running along her top row of teeth – pushing her body back slightly into the couch for support.
His whispers of how he had no plans to kiss her, stung her lips to fullness just at the very idea. So instead, she uses the only part of her body that can move unseen. Her fingers crawl up to his belt and slowly untie it. Eyes lowering to see her progress and soon the zip is lowered and her hand slips beneath the fabric, in search of his engorged cock. The first touch is the sweetest. His skin so smooth, yet riddled with the tell tale veins that are furiously pumping blood into his member. If she cannot touch his lips, she shall guide her fingers to curl around the shaft and then slowly slide up and down – applying pressure to the base. Alana was very skilled, and started to pump slowly. Again so as not to give away to their audience the nature of her endeavours.
Soon, their actions flowed into a sweet rhythm; each pleasuring the other in the full gaze of a packed coffee house.
Alana's legs parted a little further, wanting him to drive his fingers in as far as he could. She imagined that he was on top of her – ramming her senseless as she screamed and pulled at his hair. Instead, they would be silent. She didn't know what was more erotic.
It took all her strength to hold still, while her hand did what she wished her mouth could.
TA – Her fingertips were so smooth, a slow stroke that told him she would make him cum right there in his slacks – he sensed it and quickly pulled his hand out of her crotch, reached back and removed his suit jacket, and holding it by the collar draped it over his hard cock so her hands could freely stroke him in discretion…
He returned his fingertips inside, and let his left hand slide underneath her silk bustier, sliding over a nipple, two reaching fingertips clasping around and twirling. as she slowly rocked her shoulders, her eyes staring out into the street, wanting to roll back but staying firmly directed toward the traffic, just holding on, readying her release… her smile appeared as purposeful as the first moment he met her, but this time, it was at work, building a momentum with his every touch.
She felt his fingertips slide back inside, but this time they stayed inside, while he let his pinky dance around her ass, just enough to create a little bit more of a reaction. Her breathing directed him now, fingertips inside, not sliding just gyrating inside of her pussy, while his thumb drew circles directly on her clit.
He looked at her now, and she at him, the two of them now just staring in each other's pleading eyes as they both mercilessly caressed the other with the same degree of intensity, just enough to stay under the radar, but certainly working toward a simultaneous climax. He worked her wetness now, the juice of her center enveloping his hand, her thighs collapsing with strength upon his fingers as she readied herself to cum. With each movement inside her fingers gripped him and rocked his cock. There was no sliding on his cock today, just a firm grip of his shaft working the boiling cum inside.
Her nipples taught, her breath fast, she began to moan softly as he waited for her body to respond to his touch.
Their eyes, played each other's intensity with a fervor of unbridled abandon.
RB – If only she could scream, if only she could do to him what was now going through her mind. This however was beyond words. He ordered her to stay still, and yet his hand soon found its way deep under her bustier and clasped onto her waiting nipple. The ache that came from his touch made her chew her bottom lip. Her nip hardened even more at his touch – her bosom growing firm beneath. Soft, yet firm and hot to touch. For now it was just by touch. Nothing could be seen. It was the ultimate trip.
Alec was clever to use his jacket in order to shield Alana's hand from view and she used the opportunity well. Showing her eagerness in the way her fingers gripped and pumped his cock hard as she could. Every so often she glanced up at the crowd in the coffee house, and she could see that they were all too engrossed in their own cell phones and coffee to worry about a couple down in the back corner booth. Perfect. She turned her head towards his and their eyes burned for the other as they simultaneously used their hands to do what they could not. Alana felt the thickening of his cock in her hand, and she chose this moment to reach down and cup his balls – teasing them as she licked her lip. A growing hunger welling between her legs, as his fingers were now gyrating within her insides. The feeling was building – like a volcano about to erupt.
She knew the moment she heard his footsteps and smelt his cologne that she wanted him. Alana timed everything beautifully, and he played his ace card on acceptance.
A few sharp short breaths, and she clenched down tight as she could – her body now racked with a spasm as the shock wave from her orgasm hit her like a tsunami. Drowning in the bliss of feeling and wonder. The silent scream. Her mouth opened and yet there was no sound. He would know though. Her fingers clenching his cock so tight – working …flexing as she came all over his fingers. The dew of her opening flower, saturating his digits.
Her mind clouded for a few moments, as the dizzying high left her mute. There was a beauty to her face as she glowed. Her cheeks reddening. Slowly, she started to descend – though her eyelids were heavy. Almost bedroom eyes.
Now it was her turn. To finish what she started. Her eyes locking onto his, as her hand furiously pumped his cock. Alana was panting, she couldn't help it. She licked her lips, as a bead of sweat ran down her cheek. What she wouldn't give to taste his seed. Maybe she didn't have to wait long at all.
TA – He held on as she prepared imagining the scenario. His fingertips inside of her felt wonderful with her climax all over them, having ridden her orgasm with his hand, being sure to stay inside to assure her of completion without any abandon.
Now his smile turned to pursed lips as he kept his eyes on her while she stroked him faster, he was building and he knew he would be walking out with his sport coat on his arm, en route to the dry cleaner. She looked at him with purpose now, and with a feverish rhythm began to feel him let go. He actually grunted ever so slightly and quick glanced around to see if it had been too audible, but they were safe, and he now came inside of his jacket his cock exploding with her hand enveloping him, her palm sliding around his head as his cum continued to emanate from his orgasm. He felt her hand hold on until he was done, his breathing was beginning to settle and he felt her hand slide inside of his slack to wipe off most of the cum, but then he felt her fingertip and thumb just squeeze the head and a bit of semen fell inside of her hand, and she gradually pulled her hand out from underneath his jacket and while he watched her, she licked her fingertips with a smile, as if to say, thank you, and I hope you are satisfied.
She then deftly pulled her skirt down, rearranged her jacket, tossed her beautiful hair for a minute, and while looking out the window, stood up leaving him lounging on the couch. He quickly reached into his breast pocket and snared a card, and as she turned to walk away, he tugged on her naked elbow; she glanced around and snapped the card out of his hand, brought it to her lips, kissed it teasingly and looked at him with that delightful, no, delicious smile, and whispered, thank you, reached down, picked her briefcase and walked out of the cafe.
He sat back, let out a deep sigh, and watched the traffic slide by knowing that he had experienced something that no one else would at least in this cafe, on this particular day. Perhaps another opportunity might arise, indeed, he smiled.


Nigerian Buns are fried dough balls with Crunchy outer crusts. Its quite similar to the popular Nigerian puff puff but less oily and densely packed. The perfect buns are usually soft within with rocky looking outer crusts. I must say it took me quite a while to perfect my buns making skill. That's why i've decided to make it simple with my step by step Pictorials.
Step 2: Whisk the eggs and pour into the melted butter - Mix to combine.
Step 5: In a frying pan, heat the oil on medium heat.
Step 6: Scoop tablespoons full of Sticky dough into the hot oil and leave to fry till golden brown on both sides for about 4minutes. Don't worry about the dough size on the tablespoon, it'd expand and bloat once it gets into the oil.
Step 7: Transfer the fried Buns onto a Paper towel to remove the excess oil. Leave to cool .
Made this today...Thanks for the recipe dobby.
I just love U dobby!
Hi, I am working with several food bloggers to help pull down this blog www.nigerianfoodrecipesonline.blogspot.com.
He is seriously infringing your copyright.
He has all your food pics on his site and facebook page and making money from them.
Father in heaven!!!!!!!!!!! I just checked the Site out. The person practically duplicated Almost all my content and even Cropped out my logo. thanks for alerting me on this barrister mike. The owner is a shameless thief and would be treated as such.
Dobby either disable the right click option which makes it hard for people to copy your photos or protect the entire blog all together so that even to click on the photo is impossible only links will work when clicked on ask a technical IT person to help you that's what Lohi of http://lohiscreations.com/ did her content was even being used to market restaurants in Nigeria unbelievable! People are so shameless!
It's so Annoying. Thanks Anon! Would do just that.
Yes you can prevent right clicking like Lohi does but there is a way around it. Just click on the image alone and it will open from there you can right click. Just watermark your images in the middle where it will be difficult to crop. My sister owns a photography website and you can't even copy the written content not to talk of images. She doesn't like watermarking her images so she had to do a full site and content lock. Even if you click on the image and try to right click from there it won't work. You cant copy one word if you try control C. You need to move from blogspot to wordpress Dobby. All the wizzy techy stuff are there and you don't even have to be an IT person. My sister cannot use a smart phone to save her life and she uses wordpress and her site is on lock down.
I just copied your entire content of this recipe to my Microsoft word. You need to lock your site Dobby.
I noticed the right clicking stuff too after double clicking on the image itself. i guess the best option right now is watermarking my pictures right in the middle though it takes time but i guess its worth it. Personally, i prefer bloggers interface better than wordpress although wordpress can be tweaked easily. Thanks for the eye opener Anon!would definitely look into more ways to prevent such from reoccurring.
hi, i think the original blogger should be happy his/her post(s) are being used by someone else. Information goes round and round. Its a blog not a patient document. However, we should rather encourage people who copy other people's items to at least give CREDITS to the original source(s).
So we dnt use yeast for buns?
No Anon, yeast isn't required for buns.
Dobby won't kee me with long throat tinz. I like.
Thanks Anon! Would do just that.
Recipe toh bad!!! Made ds for breakfast n it turned out really nice. Had to have flour on my hands to knead the balls. Thanks a lot.
hi anon 1:03, when frying buns ensure you deep fry. Also, make sure the oil doesn't get smokey before putting the buns batter into the oil and once you put the batter, reduce the burner so the inner part would get done.
It's best to reduce the heat before dropping the buns into the oil. By doing that, the oil soaks into it and it'd cook evenly. if you drop the buns into hot very hot oil, it'd just cook the outside and might even begin to smoke & burn which'd make you remove it before the inner part gets done.
Step 2: Sift the flour, sugar, mixed spices (if you are using) and salt into an empty bowl. Mix thoroughly then add the margarine. work into it with the tip of your hand till it looks crumbly like breadcrumbs.
Step 3: Make a well in the center and gently add water little by little. work into it some more till you get a non sticky elastic dough.
Step 8: Remove from the oil and drain on a paper towel. Serve!
I'll d like to say that your work is inspiring. Cookery used to be my passion, but my life is so caught up in other things at the moment and I sometimes feel as if I have lost touch! Just doing a random google search for buns and coming across your website put a smile on my face! It is beautifully presented and even though I don't know you, I feel immensely proud! Just thought to commend you for the hard work you've put into presenting your recipes and the general look of your website; it really appeals to the senses!!!
Thank you for d recipe. You always make cooking interesting. Kudos.!
Please I tried making d buns but d inner part of it looked n tasted raw. Please what didn't I do right. Thank you.
You are welcome Anon. The heat from the burner was too high and this made the outer part of the buns get done before the inner part. Here's a tip to make the buns cook evenly next time, heat up the oil on medium but before dropping the buns into the oil reduce the burner to the lowest and let it fry on the lowest heat. that way, when you finally bring out the buns, every part of it would be evenly cooked including the inner part.
Thanks Dobby. You are so generous. I ve learnt to be more generous with my ideas/ Knowledge.
Pls my Dobby my is alwayz hard.
Hi Anon, you should check the mixing.
YumYum! Trying this this week. Already excited!
Thanks rose. Do keep us posted.
Hi princess, yes you can add more flour to make it thick and sticky. The thicker it is, the better it'd turn out.
Thanks so much for this your post. Am going to ensure that i practice all. Thanks a million.
Mine came out nice though i could not get d nice round shape. Y?
could either be the amount of baking powder to ingredient ratio or the dept of the oil.
You're welcome oge. Thanks for the feedback.
Hi Anon, you should deep fry the buns in hot oil to prevent that from occurring.


My motivation for running this week has gone down the tubes. Burn out?!? Maybe? Monday morning I woke up at 4:30 am to the sound of thunder and lightening. My running buddy then text that to say the storm wasn't going to pass anytime soon. By the time Monday evening rolled around I had zero energy left and same for Tuesday. So fall back turned into "way fall back week" eek! I'm sure I'll get my mojo back after my business trip next week. I've just been stressed out and I hate leaving my family.
Week 10 Marathon Training called for 31 miles this week and I ran 20 miles.
Saturday Long Run (10 miles): This week I called a Garmin and they confirmed what I knew. My watch is broke. ::sad face:: So they are replacing mine but I still haven't recieved the replacement. I used my Nike Plus app on my phone for this run. My friend Jackie tagged along to MIT today. It was so nice to have her there this week since we haven't run together in awhile AND tomorrow's her birthday so it was an extra special run.
I forgot everything this morning when I left but luckily did remember chews. So I had Watermelon GU Chomps. Then drank the Gatorade Lemon Lime with water that was out on the trail.
Overall good run and I was really happy we were "just" doing 10 today.


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Library censorship: here we go again
The last time the Loudoun Republican Party tried to save our innocent children from being corrupted by the evils lurking in our local libraries, it cost the county $100,000 defending a lawsuit that it inevitably lost and made us the laughingstock of the country.
But that bit of political theatrics shored up the right-wing wacko religious zealot credentials of one Dick Black, then serving on the Library Board, thereby catapulting him to a rewarding political career in Richmond as a state legislator, where he became the darling of religious wackos everywhere by handing out plastic fetuses to his fellow legislators and decrying the notion of ever prosecuting a husband for rape against his wife since, as he explained on the floor of our great state legislature, if she's "wearing a nightie" in bed she is asking for it. But we digress.
This lesson in practical politics was not lost on other local aspiring Republican politicians, who are well aware — since the Republicans almost never deign to allow the people to select their candidates in primaries — that kowtowing to the powerful wacko religious right faction in the party apparatus is a key to career advancement.
So here we go again!
Supervisors Ralph Buona (R-Ashburn) and Matt Letourneau (R-Dulles) recently began thumping the same old drum again, ominously warning that our innocent children are in danger of being corrupted by checking out "age inappropriate" DVDs and games from the library — and proposing that the library staff needs to prevent children under 18 from having access to such library materials.
When the county's library director quite sensibly pointed out that it's up to parents, not the library, to decide what their children can and cannot read or view, Buona indignantly replied that "It's like walking into the 7-11 and you're 16 and buying a six pack of beer and the clerk sells it to you because mom and dad didn't say you couldn't have it."
Well, not exactly. Though we do have to give Mr. Buona credit for a very viable entry in the Ken Reid Inane Analogy Competition.
For one thing, it is against the law for a 7-11 to sell a 16-year old beer (whether or not their parents approve). Any suggested age ranges on movies or video games, however, are voluntary industry standards that have no force of law and indeed — as the American Library Association has pointed out in their Library Bill of Rights — would clearly violate the Constitution were library staff to try to enforce them.
There is of course something rather quaint in this day and age — when parents are grappling with the genuinely fraught problems of preventing their children from accessing really inappropriate material 24 hours a day in total privacy on their cellphones, computers, and iPads — for our earnest elected representatives to be so concerned about what the young people might be bringing home from the public library. While insisting they are opposed to "censorship," the policy Buona et al. are proposing is exactly that, would violate the ALA's code of ethics, and would also plainly violate the Constitution's protections of freedom of speech.
And PS: It would make Loudoun County once again look like a bunch of yahoos and rubes, and the laughingstock of the country.
It is also of course completely typical of this theatrical political drum-thumping that our esteemed supervisors did not even bother to ask what other jurisdictions do or what the library professionals believe about it before shooting their mouths off. Here is the ALA's position statement, which you can find on their website along with a good discussion of the First Amendment case law, which without a doubt makes clear that any library policy restricting access to library materials would be unconstitutional censorship:
Parents—and only parents—have the right and responsibility to restrict access of their children—and only their children—to library resources. Parents who do not want their children to have access to certain library services, materials, or facilities should so advise their children. Librarians and library governing bodies cannot assume the role of parents or the functions of parental authority in the private relationship between parent and child.
It is also of course typical of this species of pandering to the religious right that politicians who under other circumstances are always decrying the "nanny state" and government infringement on liberty suddenly think it's just fine for government to butt into our lives and for a minority of parents to decide for everyone else's children what they may or may not read or see.

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Cryptocurrency exchange user counts skyrocket
Peter Terlato
Posted: 10 January 2018 5:55 pm
Hundreds of thousands of users are being added to digital currency exchanges at an alarming pace.
Virtual currencies and the blockchain networks and exchanges that run them are bursting at the digital seams.
Many major cryptocurrency platforms have closed their doors to new clients in the past few months, including China's Binance exchange, US-based exchange Bittrex, UK-based network CEX.IO and Hong Kong's Bitfinex.
UK-registered online digital exchange CEX.IO temporarily halted new registrations in December, allocating extra efforts and resources to processing the current queue of user transactions, verifications and requests.
Around the same time last year, Hong-Kong's US$3 billion Bitfinex exchange began requesting an invitation code from all new traders. However, the company has not yet revealed how these codes are distributed.
"This pause for new account creation is a temporary measure. New account registration will resume by January 15th, 2018 at the latest," Bitfinex Management said in a statement posted on their exchange website.
In a blog post released mid-December last year, US-based exchange Kraken said it was receiving 50,000 new user registrations per day, plus 10,000 new support tickets, a sizable increase on previous quarter sign-ups.
"We are struggling to keep up," The Kraken Team said in the post.
The exchanges invoked the embargoes in order to improve and enhance their infrastructure support systems.
However, some exchanges have resumed new user registrations. For example, Binance lifted its temporary ban earlier this week, albeit in a limited daily capacity, following reports some users were selling their accounts.
Late last week, Binance chief executive Changpeng Zhao issued an apology to customers via Twitter, revealing that the cryptocurrency exchange had added 250,000 new users in just 24 hours.
sorry guys, servicing existing members is higher priority at this point. Full team working around the clock. Both tech and support. Just too much demand. Added 250,000 new users in the last 24 hours. Just crazy! https://t.co/yY8eCIL2Ph
— CZ (@cz_binance) January 4, 2018
Trading $6.8 billion in daily volume, Binance is the biggest cryptocurrency exchange listed on CoinMarketCap. Binance's engine is capable of processing 1.4 million orders per second, according to the company's website.
In comparison, America's largest broker-dealer firm, Fidelity, has 26 million individual customers and holds $6.5 trillion in total customer assets. The private company conducts 532,000 commissionable trades per day.
According to its website, Coinbase boasts more than 10 million users. However, data compiled by Altana Digital Currency Fund co-founder Alistair Milne suggests that at the beginning of November 2017, Coinbase had over 13.3 million users, up 182% from just 4.7 million one year earlier. Given the recent explosion of enthusiasm in the cryptocurrency market in the last few months, these figures may be significantly higher in early 2018.
This sudden uprising has spurred debate as to whether these relatively inexperienced exchanges are able to implement proper vetting controls, quality assurance, account authenticity, while maintaining the ability to meet client requests in a timely fashion, process bulk transaction volumes and retain agile network speeds.
Several big businesses have debated the use of cryptocurrencies as a result of their inherent price volatility.
American online retailer Overstock recently suffered a cryptocurrency payments bug that severely impacted the cost of purchases and allowed some customers to claim refunds at a significantly higher rate of return.
Microsoft briefly ceased accepting bitcoin as a payment method earlier this week but has since restored this option. Entertainment and gaming platform Steam announced in December last year that it would no longer support bitcoin payments, given the cryptocurrency's unreliable value and inherently high processing fees.
Additionally, a number of prepaid cryptocurrency debit card providers had their services suspended by Visa.
In contrast, tech giant Kodak and blockchain development company WENN Digital signed a licensing partnership to launch an image rights management platform and virtual currency for digital photographers.
Expanding into digital currencies and related technologies is helping to boost a wide range of businesses. For example, Chanticleer Holdings, whose brands include Little Big Burger and a few Hooters restaurants, saw its stock rise 50% after the company reported plans to implement a new cryptocurrency customer loyalty scheme.
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