Home Alone (moondazed & DonJasper)
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				<br>===========================================================<br>Tuesday by Hephaestus (GM)<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>Hephaestus was a craftsman.&nbsp; That means he did things precisely, and perfectly, time and time again.&nbsp; He was a proud man, and did nothing in half measures.&nbsp; He devoted the full force of his will, manner and fires achieving his great works.&nbsp; In short, he loved what he did, and the results showed.&nbsp; His works were second to none, and were much sought after by those who could recognize excellence.&nbsp; Not all could afford to share in a Hephaestus triumph.<br><br>Hephaestus’ wealth was beyond measure.&nbsp; No hyperbole that, simply a statement to truth.&nbsp; Hephaestus didn’t know, nor care, what his worth was.&nbsp; He lacked for nothing in his work, and Aphrodite seemed to be able to create a comfortable enough environment with whatever was left over.&nbsp; The roof didn’t leak, it was warm in winter, cool in summer, the bed was warm, and the food was hot<br><br>Which was not quite enough for Aphrodite.&nbsp; She longed for the day when her husband would bring home just a little of his blacksmith fire to make the bed hot instead of the food.&nbsp; She might as well try and change the setting of the sun as expect Hephaestus to save even a sliver on himself for her when there could be work done.<br><br>As usual he stopped at the door to shrug on his jacket.&nbsp; To Aphrodite it was a hand tailored Gianni Versace suit that she’d picked out for him today.&nbsp; To Hephaestus it was just the clothing he had to wear at home.&nbsp; At work he’d change into his real clothes, and then change back into his home clothes after a long rewarding day of toil.&nbsp; He’d tried both working in his home clothes, or coming home in his real clothes, but Aphrodite was equally impatient with either behavior.<br><br>She straighten his lapel, as usual, and the shared a quick kiss.&nbsp; It was then the pattern changed.&nbsp; He stopped.&nbsp; Not only did he stop, he spoke.<br><br>“There are some things I don’t do well.”&nbsp; This was the first time the vain Hephaestus had ever acknowledged the possibility that he might have a limitation.&nbsp; This was a major event.&nbsp; What was next?&nbsp; &nbsp;Could he be taking a day off?&nbsp; No that was too much, Aphrodite told herself to stop being silly.&nbsp; But maybe, just maybe, he would come home for lunch.&nbsp; If he did that, then he would be home with the days’ afternoon passion intact.&nbsp; Did she have the tiniest chance of plundering some of that for herself?&nbsp; Sadly no.<br><br>“I’m sending you a present my dear,” he said with a grin.&nbsp; “I appreciate all the things you do when I’m not around.”&nbsp; The tone of his voice was one of gratitude, but his eyes were hard and sharp.&nbsp; “Consider this my contribution for all the things you do.”&nbsp; Again the double meaning.&nbsp; “I’ve take some trouble for this, and have taken some trouble to leave detailed instructions.&nbsp; If it doesn’t please you – let me know at dinner.&nbsp; If on the other hand, my workday is interrupted for any reason, then I shall inflict my wrath without mercy.&nbsp; Delivery is at 11:00 am this morning.&nbsp; I trust you shall be able to receive it.&nbsp; Alone.”<br><br>===========================================================<br>Re: Tuesday by Aphrodite (GM)<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>Aphrodite went about their usual routine happily, loving her husband immensely even if he withheld his passion from her.&nbsp; She understood that it was simply his nature to immerse himself in his work, she'd stopped taking it personally years ago, turning to those she helped to vent her sexual frustration, but she couldn't deny her physical reaction to him as she pressed in close and kissed him goodbye.&nbsp; When he broke his usual pattern her eyes widened and she took the opportunity to remain near him, her palms resting on his chest.<br><br>At Hephaestus' announcement Aphrodite's eyes lit up, until his double entrendres registered.&nbsp; She loved her husband very much, but she fully understood the depth of his sense of justice, and no matter how many centuries had passed he couldn't seem to get past her assignation with Ares.&nbsp; To be honest, she hadn't bothered to try to explain the details, knowing that her beloved husband had no interest whatsoever in anything other than the straight facts, and they weren't particularly flattering to her case.&nbsp; Throughout the ages he had reminded her occasionally that his memory was ageless, and there was no doubt that this would fall under the category of reminder.<br><br>Day in and day out she wracked her brain for new ways to help mortals experience love, passion, and pleasure... and the occasional distraction was definitely welcome, although she was very careful not to reveal that to him.&nbsp; As he left for work she was more excited than she'd been in decades, even if it was an edgy, fearful kind of excitement.&nbsp; Throughout her regimen of beautification, which was unnecessarily extensive seeing how she was an immortal and would never age beyond her prime, her skin almost burned it was in such a state of oversensitization.&nbsp; As 11am approached she found herself eternally grateful that she was a woman, and when a Goddess was eternally grateful it really meant something.<br><br>===========================================================<br>It's my birthday! by Dan Geruss<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>&nbsp; The doorbell rang, and standing on the step was a man.&nbsp; Not a delivery man, nor was the man holding anything.&nbsp; He reached inside his suit and smiled as he handed over an envelope to Aphrodite.<br><br>Aphrodite,<br>The bearer of this note is my gift to you.&nbsp; I created it with my own hands, and imprinted it with my own feelings.&nbsp; You may trust it as you would trust me.<br><br>You may use it or discard it as you see fit.<br>-H <br><br>&nbsp; At her startled look, the man said: "Hello.&nbsp; My name is - Dan Geruss."&nbsp; His facial expression made it clear he didn't appreciate his maker's sense of humor.&nbsp; He went on to explain that he was a golem - a created human - made by Hephaestus.&nbsp; As such he was a fully functional human toy - with heart, lung, blood, bones - and yes that to.&nbsp; He really hoped that Aphrodite could find a use for him, as otherwise his fate would be Hephaestus' recycle bin.<br><br>&nbsp; " . . . or perhaps I might escape to the Isle of Misfit Toys - and hope that Santa Clause might find a child to love me."&nbsp; He ended with a smirk.<br><br>&nbsp; He was medium height, slightly taller than the Goddess.&nbsp; He had medium length brown hair brushed back, clean shaven face and clear brown eyes.&nbsp; His face was well portioned, if on the thin side, and his body frame tended towards slender.&nbsp; He was dressed in a tailored Gucci navy striped wool 2-button suit with flat front trousers, a blood red rose bud boutonniere.&nbsp; Bugatti silk tie and Dolce &amp; Gabbana black leather lace-up ankle boots (for fun).&nbsp; There was just a hint of sweetness in the air - Aphrodite unable to place the cologne.<br><br>&nbsp; He was without wristwatch or rings.&nbsp; This banality made even more shocking by his lack of a flower bouquet offering.&nbsp; Hephaestus would later be mortally embarrassed by this crass oversight, his only excuse being that as guys are legendary for having no sense of refinement - he is not immune.<br><br>===========================================================<br>When Gifts Come Calling by Aphrodite (GM)<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>She felt distinctly underdressed as she took in his attire, having opted for comfortable loungewear in dark heather gray.&nbsp; Taking the envelope, she read Hephaestus' note quickly, then reread it more slowly, a bit perplexed.&nbsp; You may use it or discard it as you see fit.?!&nbsp; This being was her gift... and he thought that she might discard it?!&nbsp; Looking up at the man before her she smiled uncertainly, although she couldn't suppress a giggle at his reference to being a Misfit Toy.<br><br>"Ummm... well..."&nbsp; She was at a loss for words as the situation sank in: her husband had gifted her with a man that he'd created.&nbsp; Hephaestus took his work very seriously, and after a brief moment of disappointment that he hadn't just taken a day off and spent it with her, it dawned on her that he'd taken time away from projects that were of grave import to him to create her gift.&nbsp; She wondered if they shared any kind of connection, if her husband could monitor the situation through the golem, then decided that that would require an enchantment that he probably wouldn't have bothered with.&nbsp; Pulling herself together, she tucked the note into her pocket.<br><br>"No need to rely on Santa's generosity... please come in.&nbsp; Would you like a cup of tea?&nbsp; Are you hungry?"&nbsp; She found herself quite curious about him and wondered what her husband had had in mind as he'd crafted her gift.<br><br>===========================================================<br>Re: When Gifts Come Calling by Dan Geruss<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>&nbsp; please come in, just like that?&nbsp; No warm up or preamble?&nbsp; The golem was not a well rounded toy.&nbsp; Aphrodite's polite behavior continued and Dan realized it was not an invitation.<br><br>&nbsp; "No thank, you.&nbsp; I'm not hungry for food, and I'm not sure how food or drink would effect me."<br><br>&nbsp; He knew how Aphrodite's moving effected him.&nbsp; It seemed her each movement was practiced and rehearsed for maximum impact.&nbsp; His eyes followed the curves of her body, the clothing offering just a teasing hint of the delights that lie beneath.&nbsp; Stepping further into her house, he felt like he was entering her.&nbsp; He was humbled, honored and excited to meet with her approval.<br><br>&nbsp; While impressive - the fashionable clothing her was wearing didn't betray his shaft's raising warmth as readily as close fitting trousers not over shadowed by a jacket.&nbsp; He allowed the enjoyable warmth to spread to his face and cheeks.&nbsp; His programming asserted itself.<br><br>&nbsp; "Would you like Champaign?&nbsp; A foot massage?&nbsp; A back rub?&nbsp; Perhaps some excercise first?&nbsp; Shall I tickle your palm?&nbsp; Or would you like to start by looking into each others eyes for awhile?"<br><br>===========================================================<br>Aflutter by Aphrodite (GM)<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>She blushed slightly at having offered him food.&nbsp; He looked so human!&nbsp; Turning, she walked into the kitchen to get herself a cup of tea, assuming he'd follow.&nbsp; After doing so she turned and looked at him and her breath caught in her throat at the way he was watching her.&nbsp; It occurred to her that her husband may have imprinted him with more than his general knowledge, which had her squirming slightly as she recalled Hephaestus' appetites eons ago when they'd first married.<br><br>Taking a sip of tea, her cup stopped halfway back to its saucer as he questioned her.&nbsp; Her eyes were locked on his, her thoughts jumbled and stuttering as they tried to sort out the connection between the options he'd given her, the last of which was taking place simply due to her reaction.&nbsp; Finally her thoughts locked on the choice that didn't fit... exercise?&nbsp; Her cheeks glowed a bit more brightly as she considered what type of exercise they could get up to.<br><br>"I... well..."&nbsp; Placing her cup back on the saucer she set them both down on the counter.&nbsp; "I have tea, so no Champaign for me, thank you.&nbsp; Perhaps we could get to know each other before indulging in any of the other activities?"<br><br>Her curiosity was killing her, part of her wanting to go through the other options one by one and see what else came to mind, but her sense of decorum kept her from doing so.<br><br>===========================================================<br>The first glimmers of hope. by Dan Geruss<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>&nbsp; Getting to know each other that implied 'limited acceptance' which beats 'outright rejection' all hollow.<br><br>&nbsp; He moved towards the kitchen table, pulled a chair loose and sat down facing her.&nbsp; His posture and facial expression open and friendly.<br><br>&nbsp; "Your comfort is my salvation Aphrodite.&nbsp; What I can do to make your comfortable?&nbsp; We are quite alone here.&nbsp; There are no strings to Hephaestus.&nbsp; Not that he doesn't care about your happiness, but that it would require imperfections in my clay.&nbsp; Also he chooses to respect your private life, and the things you do to remain Aphrodite, and I'm his contribution to&nbsp; . . . help you remain who you are."<br><br>&nbsp; He leaned forward and whispered, "I almost think that I'm his unspoken admission that he has short comings as a husband.&nbsp; Not only giving tacit permission to play with other people, but to endorse that activity.&nbsp; And if I may be permitted to speculate wildly - to insure that you apply yourself and derive the same level of satisfaction in your private life as he does in his public life."<br><br>&nbsp; "I draw these conclusions by examining the imprint he used to create me. Portions of this print has been filled-in or replaced by programming.&nbsp; Correcting flaws in the original?&nbsp; Or keeping some things private?&nbsp; I think the former, I like to think I'm what he wishes he could be.&nbsp; But I allow my opinion is baised in my favor", he ended with a smirk.<br><br>===========================================================<br>Curiosity by Aphrodite (GM)<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>Finding his wit endearing, she couldn't help but giggle as he speculated.&nbsp; Leaning her hip against the counter she relaxed a bit, strangely touched by his sweetness and attributing some of it to Hephaestus.&nbsp; Perhaps her husband was trying to offer part of himself, realizing that she missed him terribly, especially when it came to carnal indulgences.&nbsp; Of course she spent hours of her day doing what most would call carnally indulging, but it was all focused on the recipients.&nbsp; It had been a very long time since she'd been indulged and given an opportunity to just enjoy herself.&nbsp; Not that she didn't enjoy her work, she enjoyed it immensely, but she occasionally found herself pining for her husband's special brand of attention, or more accurately the special brand of attention that she knew he was capable of lavishing on her if he could only relax and forget about work.<br><br>A thought occurred to her and she gasped and averted her eyes, then spoke softly.<br><br>"Do you have his memories?&nbsp; What parts are filled in?"<br><br>===========================================================<br>Re: Curiosity by Dan Geruss<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>&nbsp; "Well my memories go back to this morning, but that's about it.&nbsp; I don't know what you like or dislike, and only have a vague idea about what I like and dislike.”&nbsp; His brows furrowed in thought.<br><br>&nbsp; “I’m not exactly sure what these are, but I think I like the Three Stooges, science fiction, pornography, blues music.&nbsp; Although I’m not sure how music can have a color.&nbsp; I think pornography is taking pictures with a camera.&nbsp; In the same vein I think I don’t like Nazi’s, dandy-lions, movies with subtitles and loyal bushes.&nbsp; I’m not how a bush can be loyal, but I guess I don’t like them.”<br><br>===========================================================<br>Adorable by Aphrodite (GM)<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>She breathed a sigh of relief as she realized that he didn't have her husband's exact memories and his observations had her stifling an outright laugh.&nbsp; She didn't want to hurt his feelings, but she found his open honesty adorable and couldn't help but giggle.&nbsp; Pushing away from the counter, she went to the sitting room and ran her finger along a shelf of DVD's, pulling out the first season of the Three Stooges and popping it into the player.&nbsp; Sitting down on the couch and patting the seat beside her, she felt like a schoolgirl introducing her boyfriend to a guilty pleasure.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Home Alone (moondazed &amp; DonJasper)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DonJasper</strong> on <strong>17-11-2007, 06:54:31</strong>
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				<br>===========================================================<br>On the clock. by Dan Geruss<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>&nbsp; Dan sat next to her, and put his arm around her shoulders.&nbsp; Together they watched the television, Dan delighting in the school-boy silliness.&nbsp; He also kept his attention on Aphrodite, while the Stooges were a pleasant diversion - he felt like he should be doing something.<br><br>&nbsp; His hand around her shoulders was placed gently at her side, gently discovering if she was wearing a bra or not.<br><br>===========================================================<br>Re: On the clock. by Aphrodite (GM)<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>Laughing at the antics of the Three Stooges, she felt his eyes on her occasionally and wondered what he was thinking.&nbsp; As the episode drew to a close she felt his hand at her side and had a sneaking suspicion what he was up to.&nbsp; As the credits began she stood gracefully and retrieved another DVD.<br><br>"That was the Three Stooges, now for some science fiction... Hephaestus enjoys Stargate very much so we'll watch an episode of that."<br><br>Settling back down beside him, she rested her palm on his thigh, her eyes carefully trained on the television.<br><br>===========================================================<br>Off the map. by Dan Geruss<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>&nbsp; Dan was off the map.&nbsp; &nbsp;Hephaestus - the consummate workaholic - would never had sat still this long.&nbsp; His imprint directed him to get busy.&nbsp; His programming said 'Make Aphrodite happy'.&nbsp; Both couldn't be done at the same time.<br>STACK OVER FLOW FAULT&nbsp; 123:3456<br>SYS ERROR 657<br>RESET.<br>RESTART.<br>RESTART FAILED.<br>SYS ERROR 9834<br>ENGAGE HEURISTIC ALGORITHM.<br>RESTART.<br>HEURISTIC OVERRIDE.<br>RUN<br><br>&nbsp; He began to take off his jacket, and tie.&nbsp; “Do you want to share a beer?&nbsp; Or wine cooler?&nbsp; Or something?”<br><br>===========================================================<br>Re: Off the map. by Aphrodite (GM)<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>Aphrodite looked slightly nervous at his removal of clothing.<br><br>"Share?&nbsp; I thought you weren't sure how food or drink would affect you?"<br><br>She couldn't read his body language, he seemed a bit disoriented and unsure, but she only had to remind herself that he was a product of her husband to renew her faith that she was safe with him.&nbsp; It was difficult to see him as a machine, he looked and felt so human... so human, in fact, that her body was reacting to him quite predictably.<br><br>===========================================================<br>Re: Off the map. by Dan Geruss<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>&nbsp; "Well, I think that maybe I'm made better than I was lead to believe."<br><br>&nbsp; And you husband is a bigger fool than I could have imagined - not something you say to the man's wife however.<br><br>&nbsp; "So I'm thinking of prudently testing my limits.&nbsp; I thought you'd like it better if we shared.&nbsp; Am I wrong?"<br><br>===========================================================<br>Re: Off the map. by Aphrodite (GM)<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>Her eyes dropped, although he would have to have been paying pretty close attention to notice it.&nbsp; "No, you aren't wrong..."&nbsp; Rising, her eyes darted to his for a moment before dropping again.&nbsp; "I'll get us some wine."<br><br>Turning, she went to the kitchen, taking the opportunity to take a deep breath and calm her nerves.&nbsp; Pouring one glass of zinfandel, she returned and sank down on the couch, offering him the first drink.<br><br>===========================================================<br>Re: Off the map. by Dan Geruss<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br><br><br>&nbsp; When she left, he carefully laid his jacket on a nearby chair and draped his tie over it.&nbsp; Then moved about the room, examining it’s nooks and cranny’s.&nbsp; He rejoined her on the couch, his arm resting along the top – half turned towards her.&nbsp; With his other hand he sipped the wine.&nbsp; The fragrance entered his nose and gravity seemed a little less specific for a moment.&nbsp; He took a sip, and the lightness seemed to spread from his mouth.&nbsp; Once it hit his stomach, a warmth seemed to seep into his blood.<br><br>&nbsp; “It’s good,” he said handing it back looking into her eyes.&nbsp; His pupils were dilated and large.&nbsp; “Thank you for making me feel welcome.&nbsp; I feel very comfortable.&nbsp; Thank you more for showing me these new things.&nbsp; I am looking forward to being able to return the favor.&nbsp; I hope that you’re happy with me.”&nbsp; He then turned back to the TV.<br><br>&nbsp; “You said that Hephaestus enjoys Stargate.&nbsp; If it’s your pleasure, I’d like to watch something that you enjoy.”<br><br>===========================================================<br>Has it gotten a little warm in here? by Aphrodite (GM)<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>Her breath caught in her throat as he settled beside her, her eyes wide as she watched him sip the wine.&nbsp; She was very much aware of his arm behind her, of the proximity of his thigh to hers, and she realized that she was in uncharted waters.&nbsp; She wasn't the predator, she didn't have a master plan to follow, all she had to go on was her desire to please her husband by appreciating his gift and the way that her pulse quickened when said gift looked into her eyes.<br><br>She had no idea how to react to his thanks, smiling softly as she rested her cheek against his arm.&nbsp; At his comment regarding "returning the favor" she squirmed slightly, clenching her thighs imperceptibly at the images he evoked... faint silhouettes engaged in passionate lovemaking, their vocalizations clear in her mind, especially his deep, clear voice.&nbsp; She wanted to assure him that she was happy with him but felt slightly shy about doing so, which was entirely new to her.&nbsp; Shyness was not something she experienced often.<br><br>When he turned to the TV she studied his profile, finding it difficult not to reach out and trace his jawline with her fingertip.&nbsp; She wanted to move closer to him, to rest her head against his shoulder and press herself against him... hell, what she really wanted was to crawl into his lap, straddle his thigh, and grind to her heart's content, but instead she stayed where she was.<br><br>"To be honest, I very much prefer music to television... would you mind?"<br><br>===========================================================<br>Re: Has it gotten a little warm in here? by Dan Geruss<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>&nbsp; He could see her watching him out of the corner of his eye, but let her be.&nbsp; Her question gave him a chance to turn and face her.<br><br>&nbsp; He looked into her eyes, then down at her lips before answering.&nbsp; Then he leaned over, and touched his warm soft lips to hers.&nbsp; The air seemed to leave his lungs, and his faced felt on fire.&nbsp; He softened his lips to deepen the kiss, but limited it by keeping his jaw set.&nbsp; Leaning back, he could feel her wetness on his lips, and licked them to taste her.<br><br>&nbsp; “Not at all, I would like to hear what you enjoy,” he muttered.&nbsp; “It occurs to me that you were given no opportunity to prepare yourself.&nbsp; Mentally, or physically.&nbsp; If you wish, perhaps you might take the opportunity to do so now.&nbsp; Not in a hurried fashion, but savoring the anticipation.&nbsp; If I find your taste in music trying, there’s plenty of delights awaiting me in your DVD collection.”<br><br>&nbsp; Looking down at her upturned face, his eyes followed the curve of her throat, down to the bulge of her breasts.&nbsp; His mind wandered.&nbsp; He tested the weight of one in his hand.&nbsp; The soft supple skin flattening in his palm, the nipple between his thumb and index finger.&nbsp; In his mind it was hard and tight, and he touched it just enough to flatten the skin of his fingertips.&nbsp; It felt warm to his touch, and he applied a little more pressure.&nbsp; Between his fingers it was pressed into oval shape, and felt warmer still.&nbsp; With a blink he brought himself back to reality, his breath hissing from his nose.<br><br>===========================================================<br>Re: Has it gotten a little warm in here? by Aphrodite (GM)<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>She was distracted by thoughts of riding his thigh until he kissed her.&nbsp; She tilted her head and fitted her lips to his, one hand coming up to rest on his chest.&nbsp; She wanted to deepen the kiss but didn't press him, feeling off kilter at not being in control of the situation.&nbsp; Of course she could always try to take control, but in truth she was enjoying the freedom of the experience.&nbsp; When he pulled away she remained where she was for a moment, her eyes half-lidded, locked on his lips.&nbsp; A tiny whimper escaped her as he licked his lips, that small movement bringing a flush to her cheeks.<br><br>As he spoke she sat back, her cheek returning to his arm, although she averted her eyes when he suggested she leave him.&nbsp; She didn't want to waste any of their time together on such frivolity but it occurred to her that she was under-dressed, at least by the standard he'd set.&nbsp; For a moment she considered slipping upstairs and changing, but only for a moment.<br><br>"Actually..."&nbsp; She couldn't believe that she was struggling to express herself... she, Aphrodite, a Goddess!&nbsp; "Ummm... if you don't mind, I'd rather just stay here with you."<br><br>As she spoke she glanced up at him and noticed the track of his gaze.&nbsp; Fighting the urge to stretch so that he could get a better look, she simply stayed put, her eyes following his jawline, down his neck, along the collar of his shirt.&nbsp; Her eyes rested there, her thoughts wandering off for a moment to wonder if his chest was smooth, until the hiss of his breath brought her attention back to the present.&nbsp; Without looking up at him, she brought her hand up from his chest to the top button of his shirt, very gently unbuttoning it.<br><br>"This doesn't look very comfortable..."<br><br>===========================================================<br>Rising to the occasion. by Dan Geruss<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>The tension of the shirt on his shoulders eased as her warm hand against his chest worked loose the button.&nbsp; The crotch of his pants began to shrink, what was loose and roomy was becoming filled.&nbsp; His chest was clear with only a small thin tuft to cheat hair.<br><br>He rested his forehead against hers, sharing the warmth, and another button went.&nbsp; His shirt was now hanging from his shoulders, her hand rested against the bottom of his breastbone.<br><br>When the next button was opened, her hand began to rub against his belly.&nbsp; His trousers were now restricting Dan's warm stiff shaft from sprouting from his lap.&nbsp; He brought his hand to her chin, and slowly began to trace lines on her upturned neck.&nbsp; He pivoted his head to kiss her on the lips, his breath short and heart beating fast.<br><br>The kiss lengthened until another button came loose.&nbsp; He cupped her jaw and held her lips to his.&nbsp; His tongue was exploring her mouth, and her taste filled his head.&nbsp; Her knuckles brushed his naval, and her finger tips touched the waistband of his trousers working the last button.<br><br>He kissed her a moment longer, then twisted his hips and broke contact with her lips.<br><br>He stood before her, the bulging in his pants unsubtle and tasteless.&nbsp; His shaft was bent and uncomfortable.&nbsp; He looked down on her with a gentle smile on his face.&nbsp; His shoulders were broad, his chest marked with a smattering of freckles, his breasts well defined and a flat tummy.<br><br>&nbsp; “My trousers are&nbsp; no longer comfortable.”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Home Alone (moondazed &amp; DonJasper)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DonJasper</strong> on <strong>17-11-2007, 06:55:39</strong>
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				===========================================================<br>Unwrapping her gift by Aphrodite (GM)<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>Her neck was quite sensitive, one of the places she loved to be touched, which lent some heat to the return of his kiss.&nbsp; Her undressing of him remained slow and methodical even as she rocked her hips slightly, reveling in the friction.&nbsp; She did her best to follow his lead, to give him control of the intensity of the moment, but she found it difficult to resist latching onto his tongue and suckling it.<br><br>Pulling his shirt free of his trousers, she was wondering if she was bold enough to open them as well when he pulled away from her and stood.&nbsp; She looked up at him, her expression telling of her desire for him, then dropped her eyes to slowly traverse his neck, then his chest, her eyes going from one nipple to the other as she had a fleeting visual of licking and nibbling them, then further down his torso until they stopped at the obvious bulge of his arousal.<br><br>Things were suddenly moving very quickly.&nbsp; She didn't want to over-analyze, she didn't want to worry about such trivialities, but she had a sudden urge to exert control and get off the roller coaster ride... but then she remembered where Dan had come from, what he was, and her fears dissipated.&nbsp; After only a moment's hesitation she took a deep breath and moved forward to the edge of the couch, eyes closing for a moment as she paused, pressing down hard and tilting her hips forward.&nbsp; Tipping her head back she opened her eyes and smiled as her hands came up to the button of his trousers.<br><br>"We can't have that..."<br><br>The backs of her fingers brushed against his warm flesh as she fiddled with the button, taking a bit longer than was necessary, her gaze locked on the bulge she was suddenly very eager to reveal.&nbsp; Button sliding free, she grazed the backs of her fingers along his waist, her other hand dropping to his zipper.<br><br>===========================================================<br>Re: Unwrapping her gift by Dan Geruss<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>&nbsp; Inside the trousers was nested white cotton breifs.&nbsp; They were stretched tight and distorted.&nbsp; A thick rod was confined within.&nbsp; The waist-band needed to be pulled tight to expand far enough to comfortably slip over the rosy tipped cock.&nbsp; The briefs got caught on the swollen tip and it sprang upwards once free.<br><br>&nbsp; The tip was red and swollen, a broad head leading a rigid shaft.&nbsp; The shaft itself was as long as her hand, and was a solid three finger-tip thickness.&nbsp; At it's base was close cropped curly hair.&nbsp; Underneath the testicles were tucked under, and were entirely hairless.<br><br>&nbsp; The curve of this inner things was free of body hair, the pattern of hair not really taking hold until beneath his knees.&nbsp; He stepped out of his clothes and stood in front of her, his chest expanding and contracting with heavy breathing.&nbsp; His face felt warm, and had a rosy glow.<br><br>&nbsp; "Are you pleased with your toy so far?" he asked, a little worried.<br><br>===========================================================<br>A year's worth of presents wrapped up in one! by Aphrodite (GM)<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>Revealing what was behind his zipper was a singular pleasure.&nbsp; She was accustomed to undressing men in ways that pleased them, but she'd almost forgotten what it felt like to do so for her own pleasure.&nbsp; Her movements were slow, she paused occasionally just to look, or perhaps to graze the back of her fingers along his thighs as she slid his pants down his legs, which gave her an inexplicable urge to turn her hand over and curl her fingers.&nbsp; Her thoughts were tumbling over one another... she wanted to touch him gently, run her tongue over all that she could reach, rake her nails across his skin and mark him... but instead she dropped her hands to her thighs as he stepped free of his pants and just looked her fill.<br><br>Her eyes crawled over him with painstaking thoroughness, seeking out any flaw and finding none, pausing at his well-crafted manhood and squirming on the edge of the couch.&nbsp; Catching her bottom lip between her teeth she bit it sharply, needing to do something to pull herself back from the edge of complete hedonism.&nbsp; Continuing upward, she didn't answer his question until she reached his eyes.<br><br>"Oh yes... pleased is an understatement..."&nbsp; She licked her suddenly-dry lips, a devilish smile playing about her lips.&nbsp; "although I'll need to see the rest of you to give an honest answer."<br><br>The thought of him pirouetting before her simply because it would please her caused her such pleasure that she had to grip the edge of the couch to keep from reaching out to touch him.&nbsp; There would be plenty of time for that later, right now she wanted to see how far he would go for her pleasure.<br><br>===========================================================<br>Re: A year's worth of presents wrapped up in one! by Dan Geruss<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>&nbsp; He frowned working out what she wanted.&nbsp; Then his eyebrows lifted and he turned to the right.&nbsp; His penis took a few moments to stop waving around after he'd made his turn.&nbsp; It was sticking straight out, nature's hat-rack.&nbsp; His buns were smooth and prominent.<br><br>&nbsp; He raised his hands above his head, and interlaced his fingers.&nbsp; He had some silky hair tastefully nestled in his armpits.<br><br>&nbsp; Another right turn, and his broad shoulders, curved spine, buttocks and the back of his thighs could be seen.&nbsp; He had a few minor moles on his back, and otherwise his skin was hairless and clear, only the skins beneath his knee could a layer of body hair be seen.&nbsp; His muscular was toned, if not particularly sculpted or bulging.<br><br>&nbsp; Another right turn, his left side looking very much like his right side.&nbsp; His erection was beginning to shows signs of flagging, drooping slightly from the stiff horizontal as seen before.<br><br>&nbsp; Lastly he turned again, and kept his hands clasped above his head, and looked down to Aphrodite.<br><br>&nbsp; He kept a calm pleasant expression on his face while saying, "Have you seen enough, or would you like to inspect my teeth and the soles of my feet?"<br><br>===========================================================<br>Re: A year's worth of presents wrapped up in one! by Aphrodite (GM)<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>Drinking in every inch of flesh that was revealed to her, her hands relaxed their stranglehold on the edge of the couch and slid up her thighs, arms crossing as her hands rose to follow her waist, then uncrossing as she slid her palms across her breasts.&nbsp; She was following her urges, releasing her need to do things "right" and indulging in thinking of what her body desired.&nbsp; Judging by the ease with which her nipples could be seen through her knit blouse her body desired him immensely and there was no mistaking the soft moan of pleasure that escaped her as her palms grazed across them.&nbsp; Her thoughts were delightfully hazy, absorbed in the thoroughness of her perusal of the enticing man before her.<br><br>As he turned she noticed that his erection was flagging and wondered why.&nbsp; It was her nature to please her lover, regardless of who they were, so her thoughts turned to his pleasure, her hands dropping to her sides as she giggled at his question.&nbsp; Blushing self-consciously at having asked him to do something simply because she'd wanted it, she smiled up at him.<br><br>"No, that won't be necessary.&nbsp; Please forgive me, that wasn't very considerate of your needs or desires."<br><br>She rose gracefully, moving closer to him although she stopped short of their bodies touching.&nbsp; Reaching up to slide her hand around his neck, she pulled him toward her gently, offering her lips.&nbsp; She could feel the heat emanating from him and had a fleeting thought of touching all that she had seen with her hands in a most methodical fashion, but contented herself with offering a kiss.<br><br>===========================================================<br>It's nice to be appreciated. by Dan Geruss<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>&nbsp; Seeing the points through her blouse, caused a flush of warmth in Dan's body - on many levels.&nbsp; His self-confidence blossomed.&nbsp; Dare he hope that he could please her?&nbsp; His hunger to saticfy her lusts was stoked.&nbsp; Determination to do just that set in.&nbsp; His erection stopped being lazy, and rose straight to a full hard-on.<br><br>&nbsp; . . .&nbsp; your needs or desires.<br><br>&nbsp; "On the contrary, being able to lift your nipples by simply standing before you?&nbsp; That makes me feel like . . .&nbsp; I'm overwhelmed Aphrodite."<br><br>&nbsp; He leaned over to kiss her lips, his face feeling hot and flushed.&nbsp; He opened and softened his lips inviting her in, his tongue searching hers.&nbsp; Gravity seemed to shift underneath him, and he became a little light headed.&nbsp; He'd forgotten he had a nose that he could breath through.<br><br>&nbsp; In order to keep from fainting, he straightened up - breaking contact with Aphrodite.&nbsp; His heart was racing and he could feel the blood pulsing in his neck and face.&nbsp; His heaving chest drove his panting breath, leaning to keep his balance, his swollen sensitive tip brushed against Aphrodite.&nbsp; Passion flooded through his lower body for a moment.<br><br>===========================================================<br>Re: It's nice to be appreciated. by Aphrodite (GM)<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>Following his lead, she kissed him with an intensity equal to his, although the touch of his tongue to hers caused a swell of desire within her.&nbsp; The thought of pushing her tongue into his mouth and pressing her body fully against his flitted through her mind, followed by various snapshots of taking control of the situation: her pushing him down on the couch, crawling atop him and rubbing against him like a cat, then trapping his erection between their bodies and tormenting him until he begged her to ride him.&nbsp; She couldn't quite picture him begging... breaking the kiss snapped her back to the present.<br><br>Feeling him brush against her, she glanced down, then looked back up at him a bit shyly.<br><br>"Wait here..."<br><br>Trailing her hand down his neck and chest, she moved away from him to put on soft music, the low, steady beat of tribal music matching the beat of her heart.&nbsp; Returning to him her hips swayed more fully, the delicious friction inviting her to cross her ankles slightly so that her swollen clitoris was more tightly nestled between her slickened nether-lips.<br><br>Stopping before him, again just short of their bodies touching, she reached out to touch a fingertip to the center of his chest, then slowly traced a figure eight around each of his nipples without actually touching them.&nbsp; Her lips were parted, her eyes watching her fingertip, although she glanced up at him from beneath her lashes to judge his reaction once or twice.<br><br>His skin felt warm and silky and she could barely suppress the urge to lean forward and follow the same path with the tip of her tongue.<br><br>===========================================================<br>Re: It's nice to be appreciated. by Dan Geruss<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>&nbsp; He felt and urge to step forward to keep her fingers on his chest.&nbsp; He closed his eyes and tried to remember the tingle her touch brought to his skin.&nbsp; It seemed to dissipate.&nbsp; He couldn't help but feel the tension on his pelvis from his erect cock, the tip feeling cool surrounded by the room temperature air.<br><br>&nbsp; On hearing the music, he opened his eyes to watch Aphrodite move.&nbsp; She stepped up to him, and he could see the flush of her skin and her dilated pupils.&nbsp; He surrendered to her body and soul.&nbsp; Time seemed to slow - he stood for what seemed and eternity, yearning for her touch.&nbsp; Her merest fancy was his iron-clad duty, and she'd asked him to wait, so he didn't clasp her body to his, and instead allowed her to come to him.<br><br>&nbsp; Finally he felt the gentle pressure of her finger tip, the merest hint of pleasure.&nbsp; It began to journey over his chest, his cock became harder, and he brought his shoulders back - to open himself to her.&nbsp; The tingling path circled first one nipple - then the other.&nbsp; He was having a hard time keeping from leaning into her caress.&nbsp; Following the trace of her touch with his entire being, he let his face find it's own expression.&nbsp; His jaw slackened, his lips parted and his eye's were half closed - he looked like a goof-ball.<br><br>&nbsp; He wanted to thank her for making him feel so much.&nbsp; He wanted to beg&nbsp; her to touch his erection.&nbsp; But his concentration was captured by following warm trail of her finger tip, and words were not a concept he could grasp right now.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Home Alone (moondazed &amp; DonJasper)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DonJasper</strong> on <strong>17-11-2007, 06:56:58</strong>
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				===========================================================<br>Exploration by Aphrodite (GM)<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>Her eyes followed the path of her fingertip as she unwittingly leaned closer, the desire to press her tongue to his flesh driving her.&nbsp; She licked her lips, the tip of her tongue slowly moistening them, her breathing erratic as she trailed her fingertips down the center of his belly.&nbsp; Reaching his bellybutton, she flattened her palms against him and dragged her hands upward, hands conforming perfectly to every dip and bulge of muscle.&nbsp; The music filled her mind, her body swaying slightly to the beat, her concentration on her task nearly absolute as she felt the texture and shape of him throughout her entire body.&nbsp; Her hands were the only thing physically touching him, but all of her felt his nearness and warmth, body and soul.<br><br>Her hands reached his shoulders and she paused, looking up at him hesitantly.&nbsp; She kneaded his shoulders gently, moving very slowly inward toward his neck until her fingers crept up alongside his spine.&nbsp; Moving the slightest bit nearer, her breasts brushed against his chest and her breath hissed between her teeth.&nbsp; He was so warm and smooth, her aching nipples highly sensitive to the friction.&nbsp; She considered lovemaking a dance and was always quite sure-footed, at least she always had been up until that point.<br><br>Cupping his head in her hands she rose to meet his lips as she pulled him toward her, a sudden sense of urgency imparted through the hunger of her kiss.&nbsp; She still resisted the urge to fully press herself against him, no matter that she craved him, wanted to cover him in warmed oil and writhe all over him until no part of their bodies hadn't touched.&nbsp; She traced his lips with her tongue then suckled his lower lips for a moment before again seeking his tongue with hers.<br><br>===========================================================<br>Re: Exploration by Dan Geruss<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>&nbsp; She moved her wandering hand down to his naval, and his soul rejoiced.&nbsp; Now she would touch his swollen organ, her fingers tracing lines of fire along the shaft as . . .&nbsp; Her hand was rising, soon joined by the other.&nbsp; Nooooo.<br><br>&nbsp; "Ohhhh," escaped his lips.&nbsp; Relaxing pleasure from her fingers washed down from his shoulders.&nbsp; He could feel the two soft pressure points of her shirt against his chest, then his head was spinning as her lips found his.&nbsp; He drank her into his mouth, and tasted her, and swallowed her.<br><br>&nbsp; He found his fingertips at her breasts.&nbsp; He traced random circles through her shirt, feeling soft uniform tissue, finding a hard knot at each tip.&nbsp; His fingers grasped the hard lumps, finding their size.&nbsp; He rolled them between his thumb and forefinger, finding their hardness.<br><br>&nbsp; He could feel her squirm against his lips, and hear her heavy breathing.&nbsp; The thought came unbidden to his mind that he could drop his hands to his rigid cock and trace his own patterns of fire there.<br><br>&nbsp; "Can you dance?&nbsp; Would you dance for me?," he whispered.<br><br>===========================================================<br>Re: Exploration by Aphrodite (GM)<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>Her breath hitched slightly at his touch, then she pressed her breast into his hand.&nbsp; Her thoughts were becoming fragmented: Gods, that feels heavenly... mmm, a little harder... if only my clothing weren't in the way....<br><br>At his request she whimpered softly, her eyes darting to his then skittering away.&nbsp; She felt raw, exposed, as if the mantle of her usual role had been stripped away and she was purely female, reacting from her heart instead of through a sense of duty and responsibility.&nbsp; Not that she saw her usual encounters as a burden, but her every word and action went through a filter discerning what the other party needed and how she could provide it.&nbsp; Shedding that filter left her in her current state, which was nerve-wracking but not unpleasant.<br><br>Taking a step back from him, she smiled softly as her eyes drifted closed, her hips beginning to sway of their own accord.&nbsp; Picking up the beat of the music surrounding her, the movement of her hips began to echo throughout the rest of her until she was undulating gracefully.&nbsp; She longed to cast off her clothing, to fully indulge her base urges and behave without fear of his reaction, but she simply followed the rhythm of the music until her skin was lightly sheened in sweat, then opened her eyes to watch him, steeling herself against rejection.&nbsp; It felt so foreign to her, worrying about such things, but she didn't let her fear stop her from doing as he'd asked.<br><br>===========================================================<br>Re: Not enough words by Dan Geruss<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>The fact that she was moving - dancing - just because he'd asked her too was a heady intoxicating feeling.&nbsp; He wanted to make her happy.&nbsp; He wasn't quite sure how to do that - his maker blotted out those secrets - he was determined to try.<br><br>&nbsp; Oops, there I go again.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; When he'd said dance he really meant strip-tease.&nbsp; But strip-tease sounded rather harsh and explicit.&nbsp; Just like when he thought 'happy' - he meant 'stimulate her body in the most enjoyable manner possible, probably - but not required - ending in orgasm(s).&nbsp; The actual type(s) and number(s) - to be determined by Aphrodite.'<br><br>&nbsp; It would be a first impulse to look for validation in the expression of Dan's face.&nbsp; However there was a certain part of the male body that cannot tell a lie.&nbsp; His red fully inflated penis-head looked back at her - it's vertical slit a black line in a land of inflamed glory.&nbsp; It stood out, hot and wide, on the tip of his rigid shaft.&nbsp; It shifted to Dan's slightest movement, but the shaft was so stiff, and the blood pressure from his hips so high, that it didn't waggle around but moved and then was stationary.&nbsp; The tangle of hair at the base of his shaft seemed irrelevant - being so far away.<br><br>&nbsp; "God," he gasped.&nbsp; "Show me your body.&nbsp; Please."&nbsp; He wondered if his voice was steady - or hiccupped in time to his throbbing heart.<br><br>===========================================================<br>Revealing herself... by Aphrodite (GM)<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>Although his expression wasn't clear, her eyes were drawn to the clear evidence of his enjoyment, and any doubts were vanquished at the stark need in his voice.&nbsp; The curve of her lips was wanton as her hands rose to the hem of her shirt, pulling it up slowly as her body continued to sway.&nbsp; There was a soft layer of padding over her body, although the play of her muscles could be just slightly seen along her spine.&nbsp; She turned slowly, her shirt just beneath her breasts, then looked back at him over her shoulder and winked before pulling her shirt over her head.<br><br>She remained with her back to him, her hands going to the waistband of her pants and pushing them down little by little, bending at the waist until they were around her knees.&nbsp; There she paused, again looking back at him, her lips slightly parted as she kept her eyes on his until her pants were around her ankles and she was fully bent over before him.&nbsp; She felt like the Goddess she was, so blatantly sexual in her presentation of her body, her arousal flushing her nether lips crimson, plumping them as they glistened before him.&nbsp; Although she appeared self-assured, there was a pang of trepidation at having acted so brazen of her own accord.&nbsp; There was a rawness to doing it from her desire to arouse him instead of in service to his needs and she was quickly growing to relish it.<br><br>===========================================================<br>Re: Wrapped around her finger. by Dan Geruss<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>&nbsp; When she lifted up her shirt, he could see her body had the soft sculpted curves of the goddess from antiquity.&nbsp; Her skin was as smooth and milky as the finest marble, but moved in provocative ways that no sculpture could hope to capture.&nbsp; Raising her arms to lift her shirt free revealed her torso as refined as an exquisite Champaign flute.&nbsp; Then her slacks were moving down, revealing that the waistband had left behind a red ugly band.&nbsp; Slowly the pants dilated around her hips and buns, and her shoulders lowered.&nbsp; A split showed, first separating her buttocks, then her lips, then widen and undulate separating her legs.<br><br>&nbsp; See her sex, the air left the room.&nbsp; Her lips were moist and swollen as if they’d just passionately kissed him on the mouth.&nbsp; He wetted his lips with his tongue, his chest swelling and falling as he breathed heavy.&nbsp; Then Dan titled his head and half-twisted – looking at her in the eye in a half-upside down manner, his face lit up with a smile.<br><br>&nbsp; “You’re terrific.”<br><br>&nbsp; He fell to his knees, noticing her flushed face.&nbsp; Being upside down will do that to a girl.&nbsp; He fell forward on his hands and kissed her on the mouth, then sat back on his heels – waiting for her to assume a more comfortable pose.<br><br>===========================================================<br>Re: Wrapped around her finger. by Aphrodite (GM)<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>Not having thought her actions through before committing herself to them, she was a little embarrassed at having ended up thusly.&nbsp; He looked so adorable, twisting to look her in the eye and smiling boyishly.&nbsp; At his compliment she giggled, surprised at the sense of relief she experienced when he reacted positively.&nbsp; After his quick kiss she hesitated for a moment, then straightened, turning to face him.&nbsp; In that moment of hesitation she'd decided to continue on her path of bold behavior, regardless of the butterflies in her stomach.<br><br>Raising her arms until extended above her head, she interlaced her fingers then took a deep breath and returned the favor of turning slowly, allowing him time to look at any part of her that he pleased.&nbsp; Her breathing was shallow, her head swimming with delicious images.&nbsp; A vivid imagination led her to think in pictures as well as words, so the knowledge that he knelt before her while she did as he'd asked led to thoughts of where her behavior could lead, all of the titillating ways that a man and a woman could revel in each other's bodies.<br><br>===========================================================<br>Re: Wrapped around her finger. by Dan Geruss<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>He kept his eyes level as she turned in front of him.&nbsp; What he saw was a beautiful female body, and he wondered who would describe it - he or Aphrodite?<br><br>Once she was facing him, he grabbed her ass and buried his face between her thighs.&nbsp; He kept his elbows pressed against her knees, keeping her legs together.&nbsp; His tongue reached out and touched where her thighs met.&nbsp; She could feel the warm moist pressure as he slowly licked up to her sex.&nbsp; He dragged his face over her body.&nbsp; His lick continued along the crease of her skin towards her left hip, his nose pressing into her soft warm skin.&nbsp; Then he started over, following the moist trail left from his first lick and his nose followed the crease towards her right hip.&nbsp; Again his began his slow lick, and she could feel his fingers work between her buns.&nbsp; By the time he started his drag his face over her for a second right sided lick, his fingers had found a thin and tender skin sphincter.<br><br>Her legs were still pressed together, the front being slowly licked – moisture sagging and dripping as his thick tongued licking continued.&nbsp; She could feel his hands between her cheeks and his fingers began to trace a teasing circle.&nbsp; If he couldn’t enter her hot tight body with his fingers, he’d just have to keep trying some other way.<br><br>His own cock was hot and hard, the smell of her driving his blood to new heights of passion.&nbsp; He kept his eyes closed as his face moved over her.&nbsp; He couldn’t see her indescribable body, but could feel it with his face, smell it with his nose and hear her with his ears.<br><br>===========================================================<br>Contact! by Aphrodite (GM)<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>She was so wrapped up in her musings that she wasn't paying attention when he grabbed her and she yelped, although she didn't pull away.&nbsp; Her ass was lush, plump enough that his fingers sank in slightly, her muscular thighs flexing as she instinctively tilted her hips toward him in an effort to give him easier access.&nbsp; She could do little to aid him as he firmly held her thighs together and she was shocked and surprised by his actions, the soft downy fur of her sparse pubic hair offering no barrier to his exploration of her.<br><br>His questing finger drew a soft whimper from deep within her and she bent forward slightly, arching her back, making his access to her sex slightly more difficult but parting her buttocks and relaxing her gluteus muscles.&nbsp; Whispers of trepidation and doubt through her mind were soundly ignored as she followed her instincts, basking in his desire to explore her in a way she'd never experienced before.&nbsp; Sure, he wasn't the first to touch her rear, but he was certainly the first to make her feel so desirable, so exquisite, and she was breathless as he lapped at her, gasping suddenly as she began to feel lightheaded and realized that she'd forgotten to breathe.<br><br>Her hands, forgotten, remained extended above her head, which would have embarrassed her if she'd been capable of rational thought.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Home Alone (moondazed &amp; DonJasper)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DonJasper</strong> on <strong>17-11-2007, 06:57:27</strong>
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				<br>===========================================================<br>Re: Contact! by Dan Geruss<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br>Behind, her tender skin was hot but dry inside.&nbsp; He could feel her weight on his head.&nbsp; Oh so that’s what she likes, he thought in triumph.&nbsp; He ducked his head to one side, while behind his fingers dilated her further.<br><br>“You’ve been a bad girl.”&nbsp; She could hear a sharp crack sound, and her left buttocks sting into heat.&nbsp; “You should tell me what you like.”<br><br>She could feel his shoulder press into her hip, his hands clench her shins to his chest, and she found herself rise towards the ceiling.<br><br>Dan staggered only slightly under her weight.&nbsp; He could heard a thump, and felt the jar through her legs.&nbsp; He smacked her other cheek this time, “Come on.&nbsp; You’re not stupid.&nbsp; Bend over so you don’t hit your head any more.”&nbsp; He could feel her heavy warm soft skin press down his shoulder.&nbsp; Taking small steps, he carried her towards the hall.&nbsp; At the first door, her kicked it open.&nbsp; A child’s room, that wouldn’t do.&nbsp; She began to speak - to help him with offered directions, and she felt another layer of sting cross her bottom.&nbsp; “Quiet”, he said.&nbsp; More children’s rooms, and a bathroom. She could feel his body grow warm beneath her.&nbsp; Finally, a room with a large bed.&nbsp; He stepped inside, huffing with exertion, and she could feel his skin begin to moisten with sweat.<br><br>With a jolt she was floating in air, when the bed came up and gently bounced against her side.&nbsp; Her hair was grabbed from behind, and gently her face was turned towards the mattress.&nbsp; She could hear the sound of drawers begin pulled free of the nightstand and the contents dumped on the floor.&nbsp; The hand on the back of her hand, jerked and pushed as Dan pawed through the mess grabbing what he wanted.&nbsp; She was positioned so her knees touched the floor, her face still against the mattress.&nbsp; His hips pressed against her ass, and something hot and hard was resting between her cheeks.<br><br>“Now we can do this easy –“ she felt something chilly and slick touch her back, then the oil warmed as his massaged it up and down her backbone.&nbsp; “ – or hard –“ suddenly her buns felt the cool as the room air washed over them, moments before the stinging pain as two quick slaps got both sides of her now reddening bottom.&nbsp; “Are you going to tell me what you like now?”<br><br>===========================================================<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Home Alone (moondazed &amp; DonJasper)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>28-11-2007, 07:31:56</strong>
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				Her soft cry of pleasure interrupted as he swatted her, her hands dropped to his shoulders as she tried to process his words.&nbsp; <em>Tell him what I like? </em> Just as she parsed his meaning her head hit the ceiling and she grunted in a very unladylike fashion.&nbsp; Seeing the wisdom in his order to bend over, she draped herself over his shoulder, thoroughly enjoying the view of his magnificent buttocks flexing as he walked.&nbsp; Realizing that he'd kicked open her son's room, she drew breath to speak, only to release it with a squeak when he warmed her bottom.&nbsp; The friction of her breasts pressed firmly against his back had her squirming slightly in his grip, even as her senses centered on the warm glow of her reddened bottom.&nbsp; Her doubts were distant echoes, her concern over his desire for her evaporating as she realized what he was about to do.<br><br>Tossed onto the bed, her eyes were wide as she began to protest, only to be silenced by the mattress.&nbsp; The carpet was lush beneath her knees, the bedspread cool and silken against her breasts as her mind filled with images of what he could be rummaging for, of what he would do with whatever he discovered in her nightstand drawers.&nbsp; Her imaginings only grew more intense as she felt the heat of him nestled between her buttocks, her breath coming in short gasps as she squirmed, although whether or not she was trying to escape was unclear.&nbsp; She didn't realize what he was doing immediately, lost in her musings and the friction of the bedspread against her nipples, so it took her a moment to parse what he said.&nbsp; She was struggling to think straight, her senses sharp and focused even as her thoughts became less so.<br><br>The sharp sting of his swats snapped her back to attention, though, and she wriggled against him as she drew a breath to answer, then hesitated.&nbsp; Which way did she want this to go?&nbsp; Perhaps a few more swats would sort out her answer.
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