Rambling Down the Road

This contains adult sexual situations so if you are under 18 go away.

Riding through downtown always on the watch for a rider, always on the prowl. It is not exactly predator and prey but at least it is something to take the edge off. You must have a feel about it, some would call it a sixth sense. What areas to cruise at what time of day, almost a need to be able to predict the need of a random stranger. A ping and I head to the place to pick up my next rider.

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I pull up to a hotel on a less than savory side of town. The hotel is run down, the light on the sign is flickering like it is threatening to go out at any time. I can smell the weed clinging to the early morning air as I push the button that sends the rider a signal I am there. It is always a crap shoot as to what kind of person will be at an establishment like this. A door opens a couple rooms up and a lady is waving to me with her phone in hand, a universal signal to a driver like me that is the person I am looking for. She opens the door and gets in, not what I had been expecting at all. There is the smell of an expensive perfume to accompany her smart style of dress. She did not have the disheveled appearance I was anticipating. A quick verification she was the correct person and the address and off we go into the early morning darkness.

I focus on the road as she is on the phone talking to someone and she laughs then bids them a good morning and thanks them for a wonderful night. Suddenly it is quiet except for the music I play to keep my mind occupied. I can see her in the mirror as she is working with her phone a minute later, she clears her throat and apologizes for being preoccupied. I tell her it is no big deal to me; I have had business types spent an hour or longer in dead silence working on some corporate thing as I take them to their destination. I ask how her night was then it is like a dam opens and suddenly I go from being a driver to a confidant. At first it was broad strokes of how great her night was, then as we chatted details began to spill out. The streetlight I passed lit up the back seat. I could see her auburn hair she was twisting as she was looking right back at the mirror. Her dark eyes held a series of secrets that were slipping out from her red painted lips. The more we talked the more she became explicit in her description, also the more I had to focus on the road and not the reaction it was having on my body.

It seems her lover she had just left there was skilled at oral pleasure. I agreed with her that men that had that skill set were few and far between. She teased and asked if I had that skill as well. I felt the sudden flush in my face as I answered yes before my edit button chose a more diplomatic answer. She giggles and said she bet I made women happy then. I replied I have never had any complaints. She led the conversation further into her escapades of the night and how she loved him using a blindfold and holding her down. Traffic has picked up as rush hour is rapidly approaching, the time of what I call auto ballet. She is playing with her phone again and smiling as she bites her bottom lip. FUCK! I just blew a yellow light, at least it was not red. She giggled again and told me he took pictures of them last night with her phone so she would have them to remember. I see the upcoming red light and stop for it.

We get to the destination as she sits and waits for a moment. I end the ride, but she still is waiting and asks if I am in a hurry, she wants to show me something. I turn my meter off, and she leans back in the dark back seat. I can see her clearly as she spreads her legs and starts to touch herself. It is wicked fun watching as she touches and plays with her lips and slips a finger then two inside. She is looking right at me as she continues. She asks if I want to show her those oral skills I talked about earlier. I did not hesitate as I got out and entered the back seat. I could smell the scent of lavender soap and her juices as I leaned closer. Replacing her fingers with mine I enjoyed her gasp. I worked her wetness and rubbed my thumb on her eager clit. Her breath was getting faster and more ragged as her fingers gripped the sides of her skirt. I leaned closer and her fingers now gripped my hair. I followed her lead to where she wanted, needed attentions. It did not take long before she was having her first orgasm, I refused to let up and brought her to another. After I have gotten her to her third, she panted and pushed me away still shaking. Reaching into her pocket she pulled out a condom. She asked if I minded, of course I was good to go as she told me to lay back. Her hand soft as she worked it over me, then we adjusted so she could let me slip into her. I kissed her neck and gave a few nips as well and tugged on her earlobe. I rocked her slowly at first adjusting myself so I could enjoy her as much as she was enjoying. Before too long I felt my need growing as I released with my primal growl. The look of shock and sudden pleasure as she exploded under me was perfect.

A honking car as I had been sitting at the green light too long apparently. I looked in the mirror as she giggles looking back at me. I got to shop daydreaming at red lights.

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Our loony tune life

This is something a bit different, I always talk about communication so here is an example of a letter, well poem I wrote to express to my sub how I was feeling. Open and honest feelings are important so I will give everyone a look at how it works for me.

I am trying to say it without causing a fight

To not make it sound like you are wrong I am right

I need to tell how I feel before things explode

I also know that much is to be said for how it is told

Things change as time moves on this, I understand well

How do I share what is becoming a personal hell?

I think I clearly expressed what is on my mind

Dreams and ideas that make me feel crazy all the time

What I want, what I think what I feel, words fail me

Never before have they, maybe because it is insecurity

Yes your logic is sound, but the idea keeps sniffing around

There must be a solution before I lash out or drown

How odd to me, this never would have been an issue before

There is a huge difference, you I love and adore

The hiding, lying and cheating all stopped with you

Even secrets are not a thing to have for us two

Now I am the keeper of secrets again, I don’t know why

I damaged you more than your injury when I made you cry

I ripped your soul open because that locked place in your mind

I could not just accept some things should be left alone for all time

I have cried myself to sleep many times in quiet frustration

For my unforgivable acts there is no proper compensation

I am far from the thing you met, you have changed much in me

I remember the destructive beast I once was happy to be

Shallow and self-serving, ungrateful for gifts given in love

The change so slow I did not notice it till I felt a nudge

The Texas sized mistake as she came with pretense to play

I never forget how angry you seemed that things went that way

I attract the crazy so often that is true, she was just another

I felt guilt I missed the sign hurting you to play with some other

Flirting and flaunting have subsided for the most part online

The beast side openly shown to keep them away from my line

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What has come of us, will we be the old couple that stares over tea?

Glory days behind as we feel the coming inevitability

Scratching days off the calendar, sharing the stories once again

You remember the time when we, oh yeah, well mind hearing it again?

I am angry inside, we are not supposed to wither and die

Maybe it is just me filled with my arrogance, vanity and pride

I am angry with Laura, shattered a situation I had hope in

I am angry with Covid as it has forced un into isolation

I am angry with myself for wanting to feel alive again

I am angry with your injury and not being able to play again

Other forces bear down from outside, I feel contempt for the world

My mother, brother and so much more like darts are hurled

I know I am petty and ungrateful because I want so much more

I promise you this when I leave each day I will come back through the door

You are my heart and soul, this will ever be true for all time

Please be patient with me as I share the things that are on my mind

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Fate’s Plan

So here we are at the 5th part of the story –The Great AdventureThe GameThe CaveCan we negotiate – as always this is for adults so if you are under 18 leave. TW: blade play

Jackie lay there frozen and tense for a moment while Sara ran the blade over the remaining articles of clothing. The deft hands manipulated the knife like it was just a continuation of Sara. The movements seductive and sensual as the straps of the bra that ran over each shoulder were cut, the sharp steel slicing the cloth effortlessly. I was mesmerized as the blade danced along the remaining cloth covering Jackie’s breasts. The tip disappearing under the center gore then reappearing as the silver sharp phallus glided easily under the material. The wicked grin crossing Sara’s face as Jackie gasped when the tip touched against her throat. Leaning down Sara kissed her captive deep and passionately, with a twist of her wrist and pulling back movement the material split open springing the cup to either side and exposing the gorgeous B cup breast I have many times enjoyed myself.

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For a moment, my view was obscured as Sara crossed over and positioned herself at Jackie’s head. It was arousing watching those lips and tongue dance over her exposed flesh. Special attention was given with soft kisses where the blade had passed and left a thin red line. Not enough to bleed but enough to know Sara could have easily cut her if she wanted to. It was like a dance as Jackie arched into the attention of her new seductress, moans of arousal grew with each lick, kiss and touch of blade. This time the silver slowly disappeared into the waist band of her shorts, the spine of the blade pressing against Jackie’s sexy flat belly.

It was mesmerizing watching as Sara used the blade and slid it in and out of the shorts, each invasion going a little deeper till the tip could be seen pressing against the material for a couple of strokes before bursting through like a metallic release escaping the confines. The motioned continues as the expanse in the material grew and eventually made a complete opening along the zipper that still was pulled closed. The next few minutes Sara took full advantage of the compromising position Jackie was in. Straddling her face and letting the material of the skirt fall around, obstructing the view from the guys while toying with Jackie’s clit and soft wet lips by sliding the spine back and forth and wiggling to at the same time.

Jackie’s hands had a tight grip on Sara’s thighs, holding her close. Her increasing moans while Sara mercilessly teased her turned my mild but often kinky girl into a wild cat. The shift was breathtaking as suddenly Jackie arched and dug her nails into Sara’s legs. The blade clattered on the side of the table and to the floor as Sara arched and howled herself. It was more a surprise and shock that erupted then Sara dove for Jackie with wild abandonment her face and mouth planted firm in newly exposed flesh. Sara gripped and pulled Jackie’s legs up and it was easy to see this was a battle of wills. I have never been so turned on, the animalistic growls emanating from the two of them was spectacular. Jackie fumbled around reaching on the floor till Steven jumped forward and handed her the blade he carried on his hip. The remains of the shorts were gone in a moment and Sara turned the knife so she was holding the blade. The rounded handle found the opening of Jackie’s wet pussy, in a flash the butt of the knife was pushed in and Sara used it to fuck the wild cat she had bucking under her.

Steven had moved back but he had unzipped his pants and was stroking while watching the girls go at it. I could hear Chad next to me, his breath ragged as he was caught up by the show. There was no hiding my erection as it pressed against my pants, demanding to be released. It felt odd for a moment as I pulled my zipper down and released my cock till, I saw from the corner of my eye Chad had done the same. The girls showed no sign of letting up, Sara had Jackie’s clit in her teeth and she was tugging and pulling on it while the handle was fucking my girl. Jackie stiffened and Sara let out a scream, both women in a locked moment of pain and pleasure.

I could feel chad’s eyes on me as I moved behind Sara and lifted her skirt. I needed to see Jackie’s face, I wanted to shoot my load on it while She was obsessed with another lover. A moment of shock, Jackie’s nails hand dug in and made Sara bleed, but even more there was Blood on Jackie’s face. In the heat of the moment Jackie had bitten down enough to draw blood.

“Oh hell.” Chad said just above a whisper “no wonder Sara was going buck wild. She gets off on being bitten hard like that.”

We ere just flies on the wall, Jackie and Sara had forgotten we existed till now. Jackie opened her eyes, fire burned in them. Jackie let go with a hand and snaked it around so that she could finger Sara as I watched. Her thumb rubbing Sara’s clit as the next three sank into her wet hole. Jackie’s pinky teasing the edge of Sara’s ass. It was the show of a lifetime as both women pushed the other to the heights of pleasure. Several orgasms later both were starting to slow down. Sara slowly dismounted and went over to the other flat surface as Chad checked on her wounds.

“Your girl did a good job on mine. Shall we take this to the house so we can clean up and see what other things we can get into?” Chad asked

Jackie and I were excited by that thought so we gather out stuff and off we went with them. It was like fate had planned this wild getaway for us.

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Can we negotiate

I felt a shudder as Steven was close to my other side. Sara took the Bowie knife and slowly cut the remaining cloths off Jackie and tied her down.

Continued from the story like I have been running for the past month. Enjoy and for those under 18 this is not a place for you do please leave.

The previous stories are .The Great Adventure .The Game .The Cave

Sitting down on one side of the makeshift table with Jackie my mind raced as Chad, Sara and Steven stood on the other. The feeling of apprehension growing in my gut as different scenarios played out in that crazy space everyone has in their mind. Best case we would somehow walk out unscathed from the cave then run like hell back to civilization. I am not really one to focus on a best case though, my mind ran more along the lines of never being found as we are tortured and left in the woods for the bears. Maybe our remains be found when they were breaking ground for the banjo hall of fame or something like that.

Sara was the wild card, twirling her long pigtails and smacking her gum like some country version of Harley, I knew she would have to be the one to reason with. The guys might be the muscle, but it was easy to see she was in control. Her crop top just barely covering her ample breast showing off her tight abs, the short cutoff blue jean shorts all but flaunting the rest of what she had to offer. Both the guys in their dirty stained blue jeans with dingy cut off tee-shirts sporting a different rock band, were calm as their eyes stayed focused on us. Jackie did her best to keep herself covered with the remains of her cut tee-shirt.

“So Bo, riddle me this,” Sara started off with a playful glen in her eye “you liked it when you thought Chad was watching you two, right?”

“Yeah, I guess.” I stammered

“Oh no big boy, you liked it. You made sure Chad got a good look-n-see. You did not really seem to mind till you felt trapped by me and Steven. So, do you feel trapped, scared, worried thinking about what we might do to you guys?”

Swallowing hard I new she was toying with me as well. Testing my reaction, my response. A classic battle of wills and resolve, or was it something simple as she was taking charge even if I did not wish it? No, if that were the case we would not being talking, the guys were people of action more that thought and restraint. This was more a cat and mouse game with her, or maybe more a couple kids coming to the playground and the others wanting to see if they could play too.

“The lady asked you a question.” Steven barked gruffly

I snickered and he bowed up. I knew he felt slighted but calling Sara a lady was funny to me. She was a far cry from my definition of a lady.

“My apologies man, no need to get all bent out of shape.”

It was easy to see he was trying to show off for Sara, but she was focused on me. I doubt there had been many men in her past that would have been difficult for her to manipulate. For her, I was an unknown, a challenge, she needed to know how far she could get into my head.

“You think I am not a lady” Sara said with a playful pout.

She got up and rounded the table. Running her hand up Jackie’s arm I saw Jackie tense up even more. Sara leaned in close and kissed the side of Jackie’s face, her lips slowly gliding towards those soft lips I had felt many times. Sara’s hand slid to the back of Jackie’s head and applied enough pressure to lock lips as I watched Jackie melt into the moment. I was far from the first time she had been with a woman and I always enjoyed watching or participating with them. The situation here though was quite different than any other we had been in before. It was obvious Chad and Steven were enjoying the view too, but they remained on their side of the table.

“Tell me tasty little thing, what would it take for you to agree to let me any my boys enjoy some time with you, and your guy?”

Jackie looked at me with confusion and concern in her eyes. We were far from exclusive but normally we had an evening or more of negotiation for the wants, needs, soft and hard limits. This would be a first for us negotiating on the fly.  She looked at the trio as they eyed her like a new toy then looked back at me and bit her bottom lip. That was a sign I knew saying she was game for seeing what would happen.

“What do you have in mind?” I asked after the long hanging pause

“Well big boy, how about you guys watching us girls enjoy each other and I tie this little sweet thing down. Nothing harsh just some oral and fucking. With condoms of course, we like to be safe when we have fun.”

I looked down at Jackie and gave a shrug, she looked up and smiled sheepishly then gave a nod to say she was game. The tension changed from apprehension to excitement as the guys started to shuffle around to get a better view.

Sara smiled as she kissed Jackie and ran her hands over her body and slid open her already cut shirt. It was so sexy watching them play together. Chad crept up next to me to get a better view. He reached down to his boot and I gasped as he pulled out a boot knife.

“Hey buddy, relax. Sara is a pro and you are going to love watching this.”

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I felt a shudder as Steven was close to my other side. Sara took the Bowie knife and slowly cut the remaining cloths off Jackie and tied her down. Chad was right, I loved watching her work, she was as good with a knife as I was. She turned and gave me a wink then handed me the blade as the guys got undressed and stood waiting for their turn as Sara enjoyed the sweet taste of Jackie.

“Just say red if things get too much for you baby, okay?” Sara said with a wink.

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The Cave

Welcome to the next installment of this story line. The trigger warning is in place for readers. If you are under 18 scram, you are not old enough to be reading this. It is time to start the decent into the rabbit hole of where I envision this going. The first two parts are The Great Adventure  and The Game  .   ~And off we go!~

The cave offered Jackie and I a fun place to explore our kink even more. The couple bed like areas might have been used for sleeping or something but that must have been years ago. At least that was my hope. The notches were perfect for the climbing rope I always carried in my bag. Tying Jackie down I started to tease her through her clothing. Her nipple responding as I blew hot air onto the material then pulled back allowing the natural coolness of the cave to excite them. Those mews of pleasure encouraged me as I slid my hand inside her shorts. Running my finger over the wet hungry lips I had many wicked plans for later. Her back arching and eyes pleading for me to continue. Caught up in the moment I took my boot knife and grabbed her shirt. Without a word I cut it open exposing her beautiful breast. That gasp of shock and surprise made my mind race as I leaned down and took a hard nipple in my teeth. The whimpering moan as I tugged was sexy as hell.

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The sound of footsteps on the loose floor behind us made me freeze. Jackie was to in the moment to notice as I turned to see Chad the property owner watching us. He smiled and gave a wink as if to encourage me. I am all good with people watching but this was an unusual situation. The reality of us being in a cave on his property and the way the place seemed too perfect a find sent a chill of anxiety for a moment. Jackie was too far into what I was doing to let that stop me. Chad leaned against a wall and gave a since of ease as I proceeded to bite and lick over her body. I knew those favorite places she had, when my teeth grazed her armpit Jackie pulled hard against the rope. This time I used more force latching on. Her pleasure filled cry as I felt my teeth grip her flesh, she was going crazy as I knew how much she needed to feel my finger in her. Pushing into her wetness there was no holding back as Jackie exploded, the beautiful sound of her orgasm crashing against the walls of the cave.

The sound of Chad giving a clap for our performance shocked Jackie out of the moment.

“What the hell?” She yelped. “How long has he been watching us?”

I shrugged my shoulders “I do not know. I am glad he enjoyed watching.”

“Untie me!” Jackie demanded

“Why? He is just watching, and I know how much you enjoy being watched.” I growled looking in her eyes

“You put on one hell of a show.” Chad said “Plus if I remember right this cave is in the off-limits area. Ever wonder why?”

I swallowed hard as I could see he was really the one in control. Especially when his girl twirled around him. She had been hidden by his shadow in the dim light.

“Oh baby, they look like so much fun, do you think I could play with her too?” she begged Chad

“You would have to ask them Sara. Right now, it looks like they are scared as jackrabbits.”

Chad was right, maybe it had been too many crime dramas but all I could think was we were in real danger now, especially with the two of them there between us and the exit. I reached down to pull the quick release to let Jackie up. As I touched the tope another voice from the shadows.

“Not so fast sport, we were just enjoying the show. No need to get all flustered and run off.”

I could not see the person saying it but the shadowy figure with the gruff male voice sent a shudder along my spine. I looked down as Jackie as she looked back with fear and pleading in her eyes. I pulled the rope; it was do our die as her hands were free. My heart racing as they stood their ground. Jackie untied her feet as I moved closer to them to protect her.

“Aw Buck, no need to get all excited the voice said as he took a step forward.

The tall well build new guy was imposing. He reached out his hand to shake mine

“Hi, my name is Steven. I help with the upkeep here. We just heard some noises and thought something bad was going on. Glad you guys are okay. That is one hell of an adventurous girl you got there.”

Trepidation raced through me as I reached out to shake his hand. His big grin as we shook hands did little to set my mind at easy.

“So now that you know me, how about we talk about what you two are doing here?”

“I think you figured that out watching” I shot back smartly

“No need to get all huffy man, I was just trying to be friendly. You want to be friendly right?”

The tone of his voice made it clear we were going to be friendly if we wanted to or not. I looked back at Jackie. The look on her face was between worry and curiosity. I knew we had played games where she was helpless with strangers making me watch but this was different, this was real.

Sara walked over to me, she ran her finger along my arm and over my chest. There was a sultry mischief begging for action. She was adjusted to getting her way as she slid her hand down and gripped my crotch.

“Oh baby, you got something I would really enjoy seeing in action.” Her voice almost a dare as she continued her fondling.

“What do you have in mind?” I asked before I lost my nerve.

“There you go tiger.” Chad said. “How about we all sit down and see what kind of an agreement we can come to.”

Jackie and I stood on one side of the makeshift bed as Chad, Steven and Sara took the other side.

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The Game

Her blonde pigtails bound with the bright pink bows bounced around her face as she playfully walked toward Chad. Her long slender finger poked him in the chest and drew a heart along the checkered pattern shirt. She turned playfully leaning back and running her hand to the back of his neck in the maneuver.

Trigger warning Rough, forced, adult content. Continued from The Great Adventure

The chime from the gate opening let Chad and Sara know company was coming. It was expected of course, the nice-looking couple had made reservations for a week-long stay at the country retreat. Chad walked in the house to check the CCTV his gaze fixated on the jeep’s slow approach. Watching as it crept along sending up a cloud of dust along the rock driveway. Just as they came to the bend where they would be in sight Chad got up to give them a proper meeting.

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It had been Sara’s idea to turn the family farm into a retreat to make some extra money. Chad was opposed to it at first but warmed up to the idea when she shared her ideas and the advantages it could present. The idea of having strangers freely roaming over the same land he grew up and played on was bothersome at first. It was not until he talked with his lifelong friend Steven that he realized it could be a great idea. The two of them had always been inseparable and even now lived only a mile apart.

Chad greeted the new arrivals and gave them the basic rundown of the place and of course his hand drawn map of the grounds. He had created special romantic trails cut through the place down to the creek and small waterfall, he even made a couple of gazebos for hanging out and letting the day pass by. He left out several personal favorite areas on the grounds, marking them on the map as dangerous areas for visitors to avoid. Areas like the cave he used to play in as a kid and later took his friends to and a few special ladies to. Also the old stone building Steven had found with him when they were teens that eventually it became their unofficial clubhouse. Chad watch the couple get into their jeep and drive to the cabin in the back. While they were on their way, he sent a text to Steven.

“Game on”

“See you tonight” was the reply.

“Hey Sara!” Chad bellowed through the house “Are we supposed to make them dinner tonight?”

Sara swung around the corner one hand on the frame with a lollypop in her mouth and a half smile.

“Nope, they just asked for a basket of fruit for tonight.” She replied

Her blonde pigtails bound with the bright pink bows bounced around her face as she playfully walked toward Chad. Her long slender finger poked him in the chest and drew a heart along the checkered pattern shirt. She turned playfully leaning back and running her hand to the back of his neck in the maneuver.

“You fancy them?”

Chad swallowed hard and felt his pulse racing. Sara was almost a decade younger with her twenty fifth birthday just around the corner, but just as wild and crazy. She knew about the antics of her husband and his best friend; they were the troublemakers that turn into respectable men as far as anyone else knew. She was no fool, she knew their proclivity for getting into trouble was hidden just under that calm appearance.

“How about I relieve some of that tension before you let your ideas out run your thinking babe” Sara said in a playful tone.

She did not wait for the reply and she fell to her knees. Before Chad could move her hands deftly ripped off his belt. With her teeth she slowly lowered the zipper of his pants while never breaking eye contact. Chad’s moans were all the encouragement she needed as his shaft strained against the material. Sara put her hands behind her back and locked her fingers in the belt she used to hold up her skirt. The deft teasing use of her tongue slid the material to expose the tip for Chad’s pleasure and her desire. She worked her magic tongue as Chad grabbed the pigtails and forced himself roughly into her waiting mouth. She knew his mind was still on their new visitors as she made a growling sound that sent a vibration along his shaft. That was all it took for Chad to explode in her hungry mouth, her eyes smiling as she knew how to take care of her man.

The day passed slowly like all hot summer afternoon in the southern states. Chad kept himself occupied with chores around the farm. Sara made a fruit basket to take to the guests and headed down to their cabin that was secluded in the back. After a brief knock she realized they were out exploring the place. Placing the fruit basked on the shaded porch Sara heading along the trails to see if she could observe their new guests and maybe even watch them for a while. No such luck getting a show as they ere just rambling around.

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Sara headed back to the house and walked in the door. As she entered a hand quickly grabbed her from behind and covered her mouth. She had no time to scream as she was pinned against the wall. The hot breath smelled of peaches and moonshine. The dirty old work boot kicked her legs apart, the rough hand snaking under her shirt while calloused fingers grated over her wet slit. She knew fighting him off would be impossible.

“You are such a dirty whore; I can feel you getting wet already.” That unmistakable deep growl of Steven’s voice sent a shudder and thrill along her spine.

His hand ripped her shirt open, buttons clattering across the floor as his hand gripped her throat. The pinch of his thick fingers cutting off the blood to her brain as the room spun. Steven manhandled her like a rag-doll and tossed her bent over a table. Her brain was spinning when she felt the first thrust slam deep in her. Before long he was grunting like an animal and pulled out to let the white streams of his cum land on her ass and skirt. As Sara looked up, she could see the red glow from Chad’s cigarette.

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The Great Adventure

We went out and explored some trails and found the waterfall that was on the hand drawn map.

“Remember that trip we took to that remote breathtaking resort? It was breathtaking alright, it looked like something from that ghost town movie.”

“Come on Jackie, how many times do I have to apologize? I still feel bad about that.”

I really did feel bad, it was a week long trip to a secluded retreat camp in the Pennsylvania mountains. The promise of an exciting get away with the option of several exciting challenge courses sounded like just the ticket. I just missed the part that all the spectacular reviews were over a decade old. Jackie and I had always been the outdoorsy type with a love of excitement, sadly time had turned that place into something more like a camp of dismal disrepair.

“Come on Jackie, did you even look at the place I found?”

“Of course, I did!” she said in a huff with a cold glare. “What’s to make it any better than last time?”

“Trust me, plus what happened to your sense of adventure?”

“Fine but if I hear banjos or see a half fallen in building as we drive in, I am leaving”

“Fair enough” I agreed.

A month later we were pulling up to an old swinging cattle gate. The camp sign stood over the entrance like a silent guardian, slightly weathered but still acceptable for a remote camp. The crushing stone sound as we drove in and up to the check in desk did little to help settle down our nerves until we rounded the corner and saw the check-in building. It looked clean and well maintained. I heard Jackie exhale and start to relax. A couple chickens pecked about in a small garden plot near a barn like structure. A couple came out the front to great us, I recognized them from the brochure as the people who ran the place. A quick exchange of greetings and then I had the key to our cabin and a map with an explanation of all the amenities they had to offer.

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Walking in the cabin Jackie gave an approving nod as I brought in our bags. It was clean and had that rustic wooden smell of an infrequently used building but also the smell of cleaners that said it had been kept up for visitors. Jackie walking into the bathroom and let out a gasp.

“Look! It is clean! These is nothing growing in the tub or sink. This is how a place should be.”

“You are never going to let me live that down, are you?” I said with a half joking tone.

“This might redeem you.” She replied with a playful punch to my shoulder.

We went out and explored some trails and found the waterfall that was on the hand drawn map. It was good being out in nature again. The smell of the woods, the feel of shade cool breezes and the sound of the playful water dancing along the rocks. There were the remains of a crumbling stone building, it had a danger sign on the boarded doorway. Dusk was setting in as we headed back to the camp, a distant owl hooted and the sound of the nocturnal animals waking began. We arrived at the cabin as the first stars began to shine bright in the sky, it was breathtaking being out away from the city lights. A bowl of fruit was sitting on the porch with a note if we wanted dinner to come up to the main house. Snacking on the fruit the adventure of the day started to sink in as we decided to call it and get some sleep. It did not take long before we both crashed hard.

My eyes fluttered open, the disorientation of waking up in a strange place took a second to settle out. A trip to the bathroom as my brain caught up with where I was, Jackie was just waking up too. After a Danish and coffee, we were back on the trail. There was a cave on the map I wanted to explore. Jackie was never keen on going underground but she reluctantly agreed. It did not take long to find it. Once we entered, squeezing past the boards that were roughly put up to keep it closed to large animals, it was a perfect escape.

“So, did I find a good place for an adventure?”

“Yeah, I guess. You know these old caves give me the creeps.”

As we pushed in further it opened to a large space. It was easy to tell it had been used as storage or living space before. It was that quiet you only get in a cave, the silence that makes your ears strain and the breathing of the person with you sounds like stormy gusts. Slowly stroking my hand down Jackie’s back made her whole-body shudder. I made no reservations what was on my mind as I pulled her close, pressing my body against her. Hot breath on the nape of her neck as she melted back into my arms. Reaching around I slowly unbuttoned her shirt and let it fall exposing her to the cool air of the cave. Her nipples hard and erect in the dim light from out lamps, aching to be touched and toyed with. I took her hand and led her to a formation that could be used to lay her back on, slowly undressing her as I let my hands caress and explore her flesh. My tongue tracing along all the places she craved to have attention payed to. As I shifted and manipulated her body, I noticed notches in the rock. They would be perfect to tie her to, too perfect as a welling of excitement and dread grew.

“I don’t thing we are the first people to use this rock.”

Jackie gave a perplexed then a wicked smile.

“I wonder what evil things are you thinking? Shall I be your prisoner or sex toy?”

All I could think was that it was going to be an amazing week of adventure and naughty fun.

To be continued…?

Come enjoy the wicked fun

”Wicked
 

Never Surrender

I am pleased there is a pride month, that is wonderful and amazing. Yesterday I watched the Queen Adam Lambert Story. It really hit home as they talked about Freddie and thought it was not the main point it reminded me of the struggles the LGBT community has and, in many places, still goes through. The things we have endured to be able to publicly come together have been bittersweet victories. The lives lost and destroyed along the way were crushing soul felt blows. Safety was in our hands as we wore whistles or sound making devices just in case some group of “gay bashers” showed up and targeted us. We had to always be on our guard, careful who we told and knew we were bi or gay. It’s the 90’s in the land of BBQ, rock-in-roll and river side fun. The hand full of openly gay clubs were shut down by either police raids for acts of lude behavior or acts of violence that drove patrons away. Firebombs burned a few to the ground and parking lot beatings were not uncommon, after all we were “asking for it” by expressing our desire to openly be who we were.

Most everyone in the community was scared back then, the few that were out and open were always in danger. It was the early days of don’t ask, don’t tell for the military, a huge victory since before that anyone caught engaging in any form of homosexual behavior was kicked out of the service. Back then we did not have the LGBT movement, no laws remotely protecting us against discrimination. For those who reported being assaulted it often meant being branded or targeted. What we now call hate crimes were joked about, the victim often the “punch line” to be made fun of. That what they deserve for being deviants. Gays, bisexuals and Transgender people were grouped in with rapists and pedophiles, all equally sexually deviant according to the general public view at the time.

Back then, I was one of the loud and proud, with my multi-colored rat tail and bright colored underwear under white scrubs. I did not care what people thought and said about me behind my back, I dared them to say it too my face. Flamboyant and ostentatious were often used to describe me, I had an amazing primary male lover in my life and a couple female lovers too. It was a rolling party and the world was my oyster. I was bisexual and proud, open minded and in an open relationship; I was living the dream. Things changed and the dream turned to a nightmare, the jarring cold reality of life slapped me in the face as that relationship ended abruptly. Still loud and proud I looked for places to meet more like myself. Straight bars were good if I was looking for a woman, scoping guys was dangerous there. Gay bars, well that goes without saying except I was still too naive or stupid to hide the fact I was bi, but that is a different story for a different time.

The days of the internet had just started. Chat rooms were coming around and we had a place for anonymity and freedom. Finally, the freedom to talk about what we felt and our personal experiences. Ultimately, a place we could meet and talk about things that we wanted, there was an energy to it, a beginning of a movement. I don’t really remember when I first heard the term LGBT but it had arrived. It was still a turbulent time for anyone in the LGBT community. There were some people trying to find out who the gay or bi people were in the chat rooms. There were a few who would pose as gay or bi, “befriending” people and offering to get together for drinks. It was the new age and style of “gay bashing” as several were people were meeting up hoping to connect with an online “friend” only to be beaten or killed just for being who they were.

I had gone underground, or back in the closet, whatever you wish to call it. I had got married and had a couple kids and played the good American strait male. Not bashing but just a family man in a deep backwards southern town. I felt shame, not for being bi but for running away, I felt I had too much to lose to be engaged in the LGBT movement. It was not till two decades and two failed marriages later that I had another relationship that rekindled my bi side. I had met another like me, coy comments and double meaning phrases were passed between us before on night we found ourselves in a position we were able to take a chance and talk about the tension between us. I could say it was like coming up for air, but really it was like waking up again. Things I held back were finally able to be revisited and openly talked about. I rediscovered the LGBT community in my local area, it took a while for me to make any real connection and I do not fault them. There still are some people that want to hurt us for being open about our sexuality.

Looking back, I have great respect for those who stayed the course and kept in the fight. From Freddie who was center stage, my best friend who was able to be married in Washington DC several years ago to his wonderful partner, to the ones that attend the Pride Parades in whatever city they go to. I still stand by the thinking you do life your way and I will do it my way. I stand with pride alongside my LGBT family as we fight for our rights to be free to live without fear. I have found my voice again and am a loud and proud bi male who will never back down or surrender.

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”Wicked

Magic Box

The single light beaming down into Jasmin’s face blinded her from seeing across the table. The hard metal folding chair started to feel like a torture device. Her hands cuffed to a ring under the table forced her to sit up straight as well as prevented her from resting them. The room was a touch warm but not hot enough to sweat with classical music playing in the background.  His voice was monotone as he asked the questions making her even more anxious. She knew he was watching for any tells as he asked each question on the paper before him. Starting with her name, age where she lived, he worked his way methodically down the list.

“Have you ever engaged in any unusual or deviant sexual behavior, or do you plan to in the near future?”

That question jolted her to the core. What was considered unusual or deviant? Her mind raced across the different things her lovers had done with and to her. All of it was exciting to her as she explored her sexual sides. The sudden sliding of pictures across the table made her feel even more exposed. There were images of her bound in various positions, experiencing the joy of embracing her submissive side. The sudden scraping of his chair as it was suddenly pushed back. He walked around the table, little more that a form in shadows as he walked behind her.

“Look at those pictures!” his voice a commanding snarl “Do you feel this type of behavior is appropriate?”

Jasmin shifted in her chair, her mind went back to each scene and the pleasure she got from each one shown. She could feel her nipples getting even harder, that butterfly in the pit of her stomach came alive. His hot breath on the back of her neck as he was right behind her. She began to sweat as her face flushed.

“Well, is it acceptable? Is this the kind of behavior you think is appropriate to engage in?”

“I, I enjoyed what happened in those pictures.” Jasmin stammered.

“I see.” He replied. “What part did you enjoy the most?”

Each picture showed different type scenes, each had been new to her at the time. They all were something she liked. The one in the middle though, she tried to not look directly at it. She remembered the feeling of being naked in the room, kneeling as each hand was tied to her ankle, forcing her to sit up straight and exposing her breast. The bar between her knees keeping her legs forced apart. The way his rough hands explored her body, probing her openings wile all she could do was take it. The pinch of the clams on each nipple, the cold invasion in her pussy and ass when he put the strange looking belt oh her.

“What did you enjoy the most?” he asked again

“The one in the middle.” Jasmin knew better than to lie, he would have found out anyway.

“How interesting.” He said, his voice still steady even though his breathing had sped up. “Would you like that again? To be exposed and used?”

Her voice just above a whisper as she replied “Yes”

There was no time for her to react as he uncuffed her. Jasmin could feel herself offering no resistance as he manhandled her. Being picked up and laid on the table before she was secured to it. Her legs quickly bound then her wrists tied to her ankles again. A small stand was placed under her head because it otherwise would lean off the end of the table. In just a few quick minutes Jasmin was tied to the table with the pictures under her. Their uneven feeling over the smooth surface added to her feeling exposed. Then the magic box, she could see the cold metal inserts as he walked closer, the wires attached to the box. She shuddered as he pushed them in. A final touch as he added a blindfold, she could only hear and feel everything. A click and the light pulsing began.

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Jasmin lay there as the man adjusted the dials, the speed and intensity of the little shock running into her pussy and over the clit causing them to spasm till she arched without warning. The wave of pleasure took her by surprise.

“Now it is time for you to ride the wave” he said with a sinister tone.

A tweak to the settings and Jasmin felt her whole body tense, this was beyond words. The never-ending intense peak of an orgasm. She could hear him counting but it was like a far away sound. Then a click and her body collapsed. He chuckled as she whimpered.

“I told you that I could make you experience an unrelenting orgasm.” His voice almost triumphant. “I just needed you to pick which point we would start from. Now five, four three two, one.”

A click and he turned the machine back on. Jasmin jerked and arched suddenly; the peak of pleasure rushed through her body as he left it on the setting. The world started to blur more and more the longer he left it on. Sweat covered her flesh as he watched. Her muscles tight and shaking as there was no end. He flipped the switch off, she collapsed in total exhaustion. She half expected some smoldering effect from her body as he unhooked her. Taking off the blindfold she could see his smile like a proud cat that caught the bird.

“You did great Jasmin, you made it to the two minute mark.”

“Two minutes? That was just two minutes?”

“I told you, the box is a magic time machine. Now next time we will try something a bit different” he said with a wink and looked over toward the St Andrews cross.

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”Wicked
 

I think

This week’s topic is feminism, I feel like the least qualified to speak to this issue. I can say so many forms of it have been presented that is gets a bit dizzying after a while. Do I think women should vote and have the same say as men? Yes, I do. Do I think women should be paid the same as men for the same job? Definitely they should be. Do I think just because a company has reached a certain level, they should be mandates to have a woman doing a particular job? No, I do not.

I might be old fashioned, behind the times or some other team for us dinosaurs still walking. I think if a job requires a certain level of mental, physical or emotional strength it should be given to the person that is most able to do it efficiently and effectively. I believe in blind merit testing, not race, gender or orientation being allowed to influence to outcome. Does that person possess the skills, capability or strength to fill the job requirements, as they were originally written? This whole lowering the standards to fulfill some gender quota like has happened in the military is an injustice to the people that came before, especially the women. Those women that went before and earned it with their sweat, blood, tears and sometimes their life.

I will keep this brief. I am aware there are more issues at play, many more topics that feminism covers but as I said, I feel I am the least qualified to speak on this topic Women should have the right to vote. Women should have the right to work alongside men without harassment. Women should be able to do any job they are qualified for. Women should have access to the same level of medical treatment as men do. When it is all said and done, women should be able to have the same equality as men. It is past time for that to become a reality.

”Wicked