Her flat felt empty and cold. It had been about two weeks since she had been in and maybe a month since the last time she had spent an actual night there. A night on her own in her flat? It had been months.
There was a thin sheet of dust that lined everything. The blinds were turned down so that no sunlight or prying eyes would be able to get in. The light filttering through the blinds now was cold, white morning light and she was happy to stand in the dimly lit room looking around it. Her head ached and her eyes felt buffy from all the crying. Absent mindedly she walked to the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea. Her throat was hoarse from all the yelling... Setting her handbag down on the counter and running water to the kettle she swallowed the tears that tried to push through again. No, she had done enough crying. She´d not be sad anymore but angry.
Leafing through her teabags in their pink and white tin she disgarded the camomille as certainly not suitable. She ended up with something spicy and from far away place and after she had soaked the bag for a while she picked up her mug and walked through to the living room. She took her coat off and sat down on the soft couch with a deep sigh. Reaching for her mug from the side table she kicked her shoes off and lifted her feet up on the table.
Angry as she might have been, she knew she would forgive him. But for now she wanted to enjoy the rise of her wrath. She rested her head back and closed her eyes. The tea mug felt hot in her hands.
She must have drifted of to sleep because she woke with a start to hear the rattle of keys against the lock of her door. Setting the empty tea mug back on the side table with a little cough she stood up. The room was still dark but the light coming through the closed blinds had changed. Suddenly she heard it, rain. It had started raining. How fitting, she thought with a little smirk to herself.
The door opened and closed. The steps coming towards her were quick, impatient to reach her. She could smell his scent, the soap of his choice on his skin wet from the rain outside. She could hear him breath before he turned the corner from the hall to the living room so she could see his anxious eyes settle on her. -Babe..., he sighed the word and started towards her.
She lifted her hand and it stopped him on his tracks. His eyes welled up and he bit his lip: -Please...
His pleading felt like a stab on her heart. She wanted to run up to him and forgive all and just let him make it all up to her but she had decided to be angry! So instead she shook her head and delivered her reply with cold and monotone voice: -You made your bed, now lie in it.
She turned her back at him so that he wouldn´t see that she was breathless from the effort it took for her to fight the urge to go to him.
He felt the water drip down his chin. All he could think of was that he was ruining her expensive rug. Her words just didn´t seem to register. Although he was frightened she wouldn´t forgive him, he almost couldn´t take her seriously because that would make things way too serious. This couldn´t possibly be the end... He had loved the six months they had been together, loved every single second of it. Loved her! It couldn´t all just end on account of him messing things up like this!
He took another step closer to her and realised it wasn´t the rain at all that was dripping down but his tears. Embarassed to cry in front of her, he struggeled to swallow the sob in his throat and used the back of his hand to rub at the tears on his cheeks. He opened his mouth to speak but realised there wasn´t anything he could say. She knew he was sorry. He had shouted that a her many times during their arguing last night. He had explained himself too. There was nothing left to say, not even 'i love you' because that had been said too.
Taking another step he reached for her hair. She didn´t move her head away as he had feared but let him stroke her long blond hair. He reached his other hand to take her right shoulder and stepped to close the gap between them. She was stiff against him when he leaned his body against her back stroking now her arms and kissing the back of her head. Gently he pushed the hair back from her shoulder and bend to breath on her neck. Her skin rose in goose bumps to meet his timid lips. Letting his hands slip down her back he reached for her waist. His long thumbs stroked her sides and his mouth nibbled on her neck scared, ready to pull away at the slightest flinch of the body under them. But she never flinched, instead she turned to face him with burning green eyes.
She could see he was startled. His eyes looked unsure, his hands trembled on her hips. He was breathing fast when she rose on tiptoe to reach his mouth. His full lips quivered when hers touched them. She hung on his shirt front crumbling it in her fists, pulling herself up against his long slender body. The shirt was wet and cool but the body underneath, it was burning hot, just like the mouth she teased. She didn´t kiss him, but licked his lower lip slowly staring him in the eye. He was blinking furiously and breathing through his mouth, loudly. When he finally couldn´t take it anymore and bend to kiss her, she bit into his lip. He moaned frightened by her teeth and tightened his grip on her waist. She bit down harder on the lip drawing blood. The taste of the blood, the iron in it, felt purifying. It washed away whatever was left of that other woman on his lips. Suddenly she let go and pulled back away from him and his grip. Looking up at him she challenged him. She wanted to see what he was willing to suffer for her.
His tongue swept across his lower lip tasting the blood instantly. He couldn´t help himself gasping. Her eyes were the greenest he had ever seen them. Her chest heaving. Her cheeks were flushed and when she licked her lips and challenged him with her intense stare, he realised he didn´t care what she would put him through because she would be worth it, whatever it was. He breached the gap between them again and pulled her to him. Again she refused his kiss and guided his mouth to her neck. Her hands were pushing his head down closer to her skin almost smothering him against her. Gnawing at her neck he wrapped his arms around her and lifted her off her feet. He felt her breasts press against his chest and when her lips caressed his shaved scalp he felt shivers run up his spine. He muffled his moans against her neck and squeezed her tighter in her arms. Taking few steps backwards he felt the edge of the couch against his legs. He set her down in front of him and pulling her with him by her delicate hands sat down. She straddled him and he blushed at the thought of her feeling his semi-hard cock between her legs.
She was pleased to feel his erection. The familiar shape of his cock felt good against her. His hands were restless and they tried to distract her from looking at his face and noticing that he was blushing under her with as much shame as pleasure. Her anger flared again, did he think this was it? That she was over it after few pets and a bite?
Quickly, unexpectedly it felt to her aswell, she slapped him across his face. They both held their breath for few seconds stunned by the slap and its force.
-I haven´t forgiven you... , she whispered her cheeks burning just like her eyes.
There was shock in his face, then sadness. He tilted his head and his eyes welled up again.
-I´m so sorry, his voice was small and his shoulders hunched forward. He reached for the hand that had slapped him second ago and cradled it in his larger hands. His long fingers stroked her wrist and he hick-upped with a sob. Whatever bravado had ever been there was gone from him now. What was left was him at his most vounerable, unguarded. He was at her mercy and he wasn´t fighting it.
She could feel the sobs by his contracting stomach muscles against her. She lifted her hands, gently this time, to his cheeks and felt the tears. She felt concern for him and his sadness but in a twisted way it felt good too to know that he was suffering, just like she had suffered when she had found out. Slowly she bend down and kissed his cheek. Going down lower she kissed the soft skin of his neck, licked at it. He pressed his face into her hair and nuzzled against her wrapping his hands around her with a sigh. She liked it but she was in no mood for gentle cuddling...
Slowly she started to move her hips against his lap. At the start he tensed up and held his breath for a second but relaxed soon and sank into the couch letting her grinding hips create the friction that felt so good. She could feel his cock hardening, pushing against her bigger now, hitting her clitoris sweetly through their jeans. His hands had slipped down on her buttocks and he was now moving her as much as she was moving herself. He bucked against her groaning low.
She unbuttoned his shirt quickly as he leaned against the couch with his beautiful eyes closed. The wet shirt was pulled off him and she marvelled at the sight of his chest and the fact that it was hers, hers alone and after this he´d know it too. She pulled her own black jumper over her head and tossed it across the dark room. It was still raining somewhere around them but she was only half aware of that or the fact that there was a universe around them.
She stood up and quickly opened and pulled off her jeans. He looked at her from the couch, shirtless, with feverish, gleaming eyes and rosy cheeks. His lips were parted and a lone tear was still clinging to the lower eyelashes of his left eye. He was a vision.
She straddled him again feeling his cock pushing through his jeans at her even better now. Her panties were wet and she almost giggled at the thought of leaving a wet stain on the crotch of his expensive jeans.
He sat up against her. He couldn´t help himself from panting. The white skin of her large breasts through her black lace bra made him shiver and he ran a fingers across them on the edge of the bra. She bit her lip and closed her eyes. He felt braver now and pushed his hand inside her bra pulling out her right breast. Her nipple was hard and keeping his eye on her face he dragged his wide tongue over it. She pressed into his lap tighter and moved her hips in a tormenting manner against his bursting erection. He slipped his hand around her neck and pulled her face closer to his so he could kiss her but she quickly placed her hand between their mouths and his eager lips were left with the salty taste of her fingers. Moaning frustrated he tried again but his hot tongue couldn´t find a way through the web of her tight fingers. His lips caressed her fingers, tongue lapped at them but he never bit her. He respected her rule.
She reached down now in turn opening his jeans. He bucked against her hands tugging at his trousers. Her soft fingers quickly found the opening of his tight boxers and released his hard cock. The cock swayed and hit her thigh making them both whimper with pleasure. Rising up in his lap she let him pull aside her soaked panties from the crotch. Carefully she picked up his pulsing cock and directed it at her swolled pussy. He could feel her over flowing juices drip on him and he had to go against every impulse of his body not to thrust into her before she would signal him that it was okay. She was in charge...
She could feel her skin burning. His cock brushing against her pussy sent small electric shocks through her body to the roots of her hair. He was grunting and looking down at his own cock and her pussy concentrated. -Wentworth, look at me, her voice was commanding and pulled him out of his concentrated state. His lips were swollen and his forehead was beaded with sweat. He parted his lips ready for her mouth when she bent down towards his face. But again she kept her distance and wouldn´t kiss him, instead teasingly she pulled close but not quite close enough. Just when he moaned with disapointment, she set herself down on him and let his cock slide up into her. He gasped grapping her by her arms so hard she felt herself bruising. He lunged forward to kiss her this time moaning satisfied against her mouth when she let him. She let him slip his tongue into her mouth sucking on it meeting it with her own. He seemed scared to move inside her and she let him gather his strength. Only after a while she started to move her hips gasping when the cock stretched her swollen pussy. His hands guided her hips, his mouth on hers, only once in a while dipping down to suckle on her nipple.
Very soon, after only what seemed a moment she could feel him starting to halt her hips from moving so fast, moving this way or that. He was holding his breath, tensing up. She looked down into his eyes and saw him on the brink of cuming. She indulged him and stopped moving letting him rest. His eyes softened and he started to breath again. Slowly he reached his hand and placed his fingers on her clitoris. She shivered when his fingers found the rythm he knew he loved, the places he knew so well. His mouth found her nipple now sucking on it hard then lapping at it gently and blowing on it. A deep moan rose from her throat and almost unaware of what she was doing her hips started to move again against his lap. His cock pushed deeper into her while he reached to grab her buttocks again. She kissed him. His jeans were rubbing against her thighs and the buttons of his fly were rubbing sorely into her flesh. She knew her panties were chafing the shaft of his cock badly too and she loved that he cared as little about that discomfort as she did.
Then she felt it, the wave of pleasure raising up from deep within her bursting as it reached her pussy. She arched her back and dug her nails on his chest gasping for air in the dark room. Her pussy convulsing triggered his orgasm and he came into her calling her name against her bare breast. They were sweatty clinging to each other with breathless bliss. Neither one said anything.
Finally she pulled away and stood up. She grabbed her tea mug of the side table and walk to the kitchen. Not bothering to wait for cold water, she filled her mug and drank the luke warm water. She could hear him get up of the couch and follow her into the kitchen. She turned to see him walk in shirtless with his jeans open. He was covered in sweat, lower lip still swollen from her bite and his left cheek slightly red from her slap. He was gorgeous.
He reached for a glass from the open shelf and waited for the cold water. He drank two glasses of water and then opened the dishwasher and put the glass in. He turned to face her, refreshed.
-Go home Wentworth.
Her words starttled him. His face was a question mark and he opened his mouth to speak again but said nothing. He looked distressed.
-Go and come back tomorrow. With flowers.
She winked at him and stepped to him closing the gap between them. She kissed the man´s mouth gently and caressed his chest. -It´s okay. Everything is okay. I love you.
Walking away from the baffled man in her kitchen she wondered if she should order take-away before or after a long hot bath...
Monday, July 14, 2008
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Playing doctor
The day had been long and hot and although he didn´t mind the heat usually, on a busy day like this, he hated it. His shirt had been wet since he drove to work that morning and it was clinging to his skin under his white coat. With an annoyed grunt he pulled his white coat off and tossed it into the corner of his office, the cleaning crew would pick it up, he thought to himself pulling on the front of his soaking shirt. A light breeze blew in from an open window and he closed his eyes. The wind felt so good on his baking body that he felt every hair on his skin stand up on its end. He drew in the scent of the ocean from the wind and thanked the heavens for his luck in landing this office right by the beach. The beach. The mere thought shook him from his pleasure and made him grab his keys off the table and rush out the door.
- See you on monday Mrs.Jones!
He was past the old woman sitting behind the glass at the waiting area going through his patients papers before she could say anything. The old woman´s eyes followed the well built body of her employer as hungrily as did the eyes of many of his patients she observed daily in the waiting area. -Bye Doctor, i´ll see you on monday. You be careful now, you hear me, the ocean is not a friend... The old woman knew he wouldn´t hear her but she said it anyway, half to herself and half to the Big Guy upstairs. Closing the file in her hands, she decided that she´d leave too and close up the office for the weekend 10 minutes earlier than she usually did, taking the advice of the Doctor finally for the first time in 5 years.
Carrying his surf board under his tanned and muscular arm, he walked on the hot sand towards the ocean. The waves were rather tame but he couldn´t and even wouldn´t be content merely with a dull soak in the waves. He wanted to feel the rush of riding the waves... He never even slowed down when he came to the water but just kept on going at the same pace welcoming the cooling water on his skin. After he felt the water hit his thighs, he hopped on his board and he paddled towards the horizon. There were only few people surfing so he almost felt like he had the ocean to himself today. Enjoying the salty spray on his face and the sun beaming down on his bare back, he kept on paddling and looking out for the wave that would carry him back to the shore.
The wave came, picked him up on his board and he enjoyed the run of it until the wave disappered from underneath him and hit the sand washing away someones footprints. He splashed some water on his face and grabbed his board to head back to catch another wave and another and maybe another... A sharp cry from the beach caught his attention and he turned to see where it came from. His icy blue eyes scanned the beach and finally focused on a young woman sitting on the beach holding on to what seemed to be a painful ankle. She was alone and since the beach was nearly empty it looked like noone was about to go and check if she was ok. With a silent moan he pushed his board towards the beach and waved his hand to the young woman signaling that he was on his way. Sometimes he hated that he couldn´t just leave situations like this alone. Surely there would soon be someone else to help the woman and he was off duty anyways...
Walking in the hot sand again, this time towards the slender young woman he evaluated the situation. Young, pretty woman seemed to have hurt her ankle... Nice legs, good figure, long blond hair, sexy looking summer dress...
Snap out of it, he shook his head sending little droplets of water everywhere smiling to himself. Be proffetional now!
- Hey! You ok?
Kneeling down on the beach next to the young woman he reached for her ankle.
- Excuse me...!, the woman voice said it all and he was not surprised at all to see an annoyed frown on her face when he looked at her. She seemed to think it some what intruding for a stranger to start pawing at her out of the blue on a public beach.
- Oh sorry... Don´t worry, i´m a doctor! I was just going to see if your ankle is ok...
The woman looked at him sucpisiously with piercing green eyes from underneath her tight frown. - Yeah, sure, a doctor...
To his amazement he was quite sure he saw her roll her eyes at him!
He burst into laughter: - Ok, ok... i can guess what that sounds like but i pomise you, i am a doctor. You might have seen my office on the beach avenue. The 50´s building with the green walls. It says Doctor Dom in front...?
She tilted her head and looked deep in his eyes: -Doctor Dom, huh?
He nodded and reached for her ankle again. Running his thumb on the tender skin of her ankle he tried to feel for any fractures or swelling. The woman gasped a little when he found the ligaments on each side of her ankle. - This where it hurts?
She nodded biting her lip. He looked at her face intently while he gently manipulated the ankle to see if any particular movement was painful. She closed her eyes trying to relax her leg and he was given a chance to really look at her for the first time. Her skin was pale which made him instantly think she wasn´t from around here. Freckles on the bridge of her nose, long lashes and beautiful pouty lips. She was very pretty.
- Ouch, ouch, ouch... , her voice woke him up and he let go of the ankle. She bend to rub her sore ankle with the now familiar frown: - Hurts! I can´t believe i managed to twist my ankle on my first day on the beach!
Doctor Dom laughed and stood up:- I do think your ankle needs a bandage to support it and as luck has it i have plenty at my office. Do you think you could make it there if i helped you?
Another sucpisious look from the young woman. - I can go and get it too if you don´t feel comfortable... , Dom rushed to explain himself.
- Fine, fine, i´ll come along. Even i can´t have such bad luck that after i twisted my ankle i would bump into a real life serial killer on the first day on the beach, right?
He burst out laughing again and winked at her: - You are safe with me, i promise.
Taking her hand he pulled her up from the sand and caught her when she fell trying to put weight on her ankle: - Steady now!
She smiled at him looking tiny against his chest and nodded: - Ok Doctor Dom. My name is Maya by the way...
- You can call me just Dom, he replied smiling back at her feeling a little knott in his stomach. Her smile was radiant. He couldn´t remember when he´d seen such a beautiful smile or felt like this because of one. Blushing slightly he helped Maya slowly across the beach towards the pavement.
... To be continued...
- See you on monday Mrs.Jones!
He was past the old woman sitting behind the glass at the waiting area going through his patients papers before she could say anything. The old woman´s eyes followed the well built body of her employer as hungrily as did the eyes of many of his patients she observed daily in the waiting area. -Bye Doctor, i´ll see you on monday. You be careful now, you hear me, the ocean is not a friend... The old woman knew he wouldn´t hear her but she said it anyway, half to herself and half to the Big Guy upstairs. Closing the file in her hands, she decided that she´d leave too and close up the office for the weekend 10 minutes earlier than she usually did, taking the advice of the Doctor finally for the first time in 5 years.
Carrying his surf board under his tanned and muscular arm, he walked on the hot sand towards the ocean. The waves were rather tame but he couldn´t and even wouldn´t be content merely with a dull soak in the waves. He wanted to feel the rush of riding the waves... He never even slowed down when he came to the water but just kept on going at the same pace welcoming the cooling water on his skin. After he felt the water hit his thighs, he hopped on his board and he paddled towards the horizon. There were only few people surfing so he almost felt like he had the ocean to himself today. Enjoying the salty spray on his face and the sun beaming down on his bare back, he kept on paddling and looking out for the wave that would carry him back to the shore.
The wave came, picked him up on his board and he enjoyed the run of it until the wave disappered from underneath him and hit the sand washing away someones footprints. He splashed some water on his face and grabbed his board to head back to catch another wave and another and maybe another... A sharp cry from the beach caught his attention and he turned to see where it came from. His icy blue eyes scanned the beach and finally focused on a young woman sitting on the beach holding on to what seemed to be a painful ankle. She was alone and since the beach was nearly empty it looked like noone was about to go and check if she was ok. With a silent moan he pushed his board towards the beach and waved his hand to the young woman signaling that he was on his way. Sometimes he hated that he couldn´t just leave situations like this alone. Surely there would soon be someone else to help the woman and he was off duty anyways...
Walking in the hot sand again, this time towards the slender young woman he evaluated the situation. Young, pretty woman seemed to have hurt her ankle... Nice legs, good figure, long blond hair, sexy looking summer dress...
Snap out of it, he shook his head sending little droplets of water everywhere smiling to himself. Be proffetional now!
- Hey! You ok?
Kneeling down on the beach next to the young woman he reached for her ankle.
- Excuse me...!, the woman voice said it all and he was not surprised at all to see an annoyed frown on her face when he looked at her. She seemed to think it some what intruding for a stranger to start pawing at her out of the blue on a public beach.
- Oh sorry... Don´t worry, i´m a doctor! I was just going to see if your ankle is ok...
The woman looked at him sucpisiously with piercing green eyes from underneath her tight frown. - Yeah, sure, a doctor...
To his amazement he was quite sure he saw her roll her eyes at him!
He burst into laughter: - Ok, ok... i can guess what that sounds like but i pomise you, i am a doctor. You might have seen my office on the beach avenue. The 50´s building with the green walls. It says Doctor Dom in front...?
She tilted her head and looked deep in his eyes: -Doctor Dom, huh?
He nodded and reached for her ankle again. Running his thumb on the tender skin of her ankle he tried to feel for any fractures or swelling. The woman gasped a little when he found the ligaments on each side of her ankle. - This where it hurts?
She nodded biting her lip. He looked at her face intently while he gently manipulated the ankle to see if any particular movement was painful. She closed her eyes trying to relax her leg and he was given a chance to really look at her for the first time. Her skin was pale which made him instantly think she wasn´t from around here. Freckles on the bridge of her nose, long lashes and beautiful pouty lips. She was very pretty.
- Ouch, ouch, ouch... , her voice woke him up and he let go of the ankle. She bend to rub her sore ankle with the now familiar frown: - Hurts! I can´t believe i managed to twist my ankle on my first day on the beach!
Doctor Dom laughed and stood up:- I do think your ankle needs a bandage to support it and as luck has it i have plenty at my office. Do you think you could make it there if i helped you?
Another sucpisious look from the young woman. - I can go and get it too if you don´t feel comfortable... , Dom rushed to explain himself.
- Fine, fine, i´ll come along. Even i can´t have such bad luck that after i twisted my ankle i would bump into a real life serial killer on the first day on the beach, right?
He burst out laughing again and winked at her: - You are safe with me, i promise.
Taking her hand he pulled her up from the sand and caught her when she fell trying to put weight on her ankle: - Steady now!
She smiled at him looking tiny against his chest and nodded: - Ok Doctor Dom. My name is Maya by the way...
- You can call me just Dom, he replied smiling back at her feeling a little knott in his stomach. Her smile was radiant. He couldn´t remember when he´d seen such a beautiful smile or felt like this because of one. Blushing slightly he helped Maya slowly across the beach towards the pavement.
... To be continued...
Saturday, June 2, 2007
Balls, i have been tagged...
Thanks for Cole Goodwin for tagging me.
Makes me laugh this, as i´m pretty sure the tag is meant for actual writers such as Cole herself, but there we go... She seems determined to ruin the tag for everyone! lol.
Well, as one to never pass on q&a sessions here are my answers:
11. Do you outline? -Why would i?
2. Do you write straight through a book, or do you sometimes tackle the scenes out of order? -Not that there has ever been even a thought of a book but i do write in chronological order. Might go back and add later though.
3. Do you prefer writing with a pen or using a computer? - Computer.
4. Do you prefer writing in first person or third? - I dabble with both at times but i suppose u can tell wich one i perfer by reading the stories on the blog. lol.
5. Do you listen to music while you write? -Yes. As do i most of the time anyway.
6. How do you come up with the perfect names for your characters? -The names come from the same source as the inspiration for the characters.
7. When you're writing, do you ever imagine your book as a television show or movie? *rofwl* No.
9. Do you know how a book is going to end when you start it? -Very rarely. The ending usually comes to me during the writing of the story.
10. Where do you write? -Work or anywhere i have access to a computer and a pirvate place.
11. What do you do when you get writer's block? -Kick the shit out of unreliable muse. Also try and watch, read and listen to things that might get my mojo working again. Rarely just write something completly else inbetween to unblock my mind.
12. What size increments do you write in (either in terms of word count, or as a percentage of the book as a whole)? -There is no set manual for this for me. Whatever feels right at the time. 13. How many different drafts did you write for your last project? -Just the one u see on the blog. I very very rarely write drafts anyway. usually i just sit down, write the story and post it. Even if the story does not get finished and i save it to finish it later, i never completly rewrite it. Might change few things around but thats it. As i am not a writer, i do not tke myself or my writing seriously enough for drafts.
14. Have you ever changed a character's name midway through a draft? No.
15. Do you let anyone read your book while you're working on it, or do you wait until you've completed a draft before letting someone else see it? -No books, just stories. No, noone is allowed to read mys stories before thy are either finished or posted on the blog.
16. What do you do to celebrate when you finish a draft? -Lol. I dont celebrate.
17. One project at a time, or multiple projects at once? -Usually just one, but currently have few things up in the air.
18. Do your books grow or shrink in revision? -Grow.
19. Do you have any writing or critique partners? -Nope.
20. Do you prefer drafting or revising? -If i have to choose, revising.
So there. No u all know just how unprofetional and how much of a nonwriter i actually am. lol. Like u didnt already know anyway...! ;)
Makes me laugh this, as i´m pretty sure the tag is meant for actual writers such as Cole herself, but there we go... She seems determined to ruin the tag for everyone! lol.
Well, as one to never pass on q&a sessions here are my answers:
11. Do you outline? -Why would i?
2. Do you write straight through a book, or do you sometimes tackle the scenes out of order? -Not that there has ever been even a thought of a book but i do write in chronological order. Might go back and add later though.
3. Do you prefer writing with a pen or using a computer? - Computer.
4. Do you prefer writing in first person or third? - I dabble with both at times but i suppose u can tell wich one i perfer by reading the stories on the blog. lol.
5. Do you listen to music while you write? -Yes. As do i most of the time anyway.
6. How do you come up with the perfect names for your characters? -The names come from the same source as the inspiration for the characters.
7. When you're writing, do you ever imagine your book as a television show or movie? *rofwl* No.
9. Do you know how a book is going to end when you start it? -Very rarely. The ending usually comes to me during the writing of the story.
10. Where do you write? -Work or anywhere i have access to a computer and a pirvate place.
11. What do you do when you get writer's block? -Kick the shit out of unreliable muse. Also try and watch, read and listen to things that might get my mojo working again. Rarely just write something completly else inbetween to unblock my mind.
12. What size increments do you write in (either in terms of word count, or as a percentage of the book as a whole)? -There is no set manual for this for me. Whatever feels right at the time. 13. How many different drafts did you write for your last project? -Just the one u see on the blog. I very very rarely write drafts anyway. usually i just sit down, write the story and post it. Even if the story does not get finished and i save it to finish it later, i never completly rewrite it. Might change few things around but thats it. As i am not a writer, i do not tke myself or my writing seriously enough for drafts.
14. Have you ever changed a character's name midway through a draft? No.
15. Do you let anyone read your book while you're working on it, or do you wait until you've completed a draft before letting someone else see it? -No books, just stories. No, noone is allowed to read mys stories before thy are either finished or posted on the blog.
16. What do you do to celebrate when you finish a draft? -Lol. I dont celebrate.
17. One project at a time, or multiple projects at once? -Usually just one, but currently have few things up in the air.
18. Do your books grow or shrink in revision? -Grow.
19. Do you have any writing or critique partners? -Nope.
20. Do you prefer drafting or revising? -If i have to choose, revising.
So there. No u all know just how unprofetional and how much of a nonwriter i actually am. lol. Like u didnt already know anyway...! ;)
Saturday, May 12, 2007
Holiday romance
She downed what was left of her drink on one go and set the glass back on the scratched table feeling the vodka burn in her chest. Her cheeks were turning rosy with the alcohol taking it´s affect but also from the sun she had exposed them to earlier in the day. A holiday on a paradise island sun bathing wasn´t really her thing but it had been a toss between this and a coach holiday around German breweries - tough one... So sun bathing it was then for the next two weeks although she always joked that she never tanned but just turned red like a lobster.
This was the first time ever she had just walked into a travel agency and bought the first thing on offer. Usually she spent months planning her trips and reading books about the destination but not this time. She had bought the holiday package and left the next morning. And here she was 24 hours later, enjoying few drinks in a small shabby bar by the waters edge. The sun had just set and the bar was still quiet with just few locals and few tourists in it. Looking around she liked what she saw and decided she´d have one more drink, at least...
The breeze from the sea felt lovely on her skin and she wondered if the locals ever got used to having an open air bar like this with just a reed roof and no walls. The sea was so close she could hear it and smell it and the floor of the bar was just some decking with so much sand on it she was pretty sure she would be able to make a sand castle right there in her feet. She tried to imagine coming to this place after a workday to relax few times a week. She imagined she´d just turn into an alcoholic living on the beach next to the bar in no time... Although shabby the bar felt very cosy and she knew it would be her local hang out should she ever decide to leave everything behind and live on this island.
She got up and walked to the bar. She felt like an idiot with her burning cheeks and her white tunic and brand new sandals she had bought earlier in the day from a local shop. She giggled inside, sure that she couldnt look more like a tourist if she had a camera hanging from her neck and she was holding a map!
“Another vodka, please. With a slice of lemon”, she gave the young bartender her order and watched him pour the drink for her. After the two drinks she had already had she was still amazed of the quantity of vodka that was considered to be just one drink here. The poor lemon slice hardly fit into the glass at all after the ice and vodka!
She thanked the bartender and turned to return to her table. To her surprise she saw a guy sitting at her table pulling a cigarette out of her pack of smokes! The bar was full of empty tables but this guy had sat down on the one she had been occupying for the past hour or so.
“Excuse me...”, setting her drink on the table, she snatched the pack of cigarettes from the guy and gave him a half serious “Tsk!”. The guy lit the cigarette and blew the smoke towards the reed roof grinning at her: “Please, sit down”.
Surprised by his seeming arrogance she sat down opposite of him and sipped on her drink. “Would you like a cigarette too?”, the strange, arrogant man asked her and pulled another one from her pack she had only just set back on the table. Leaning back on her chair she nodded laughing a little and watched him light the cigarette and then hand it to her. He had huge hands but he didnt seem clumsy with them like most men with big hands do. Her mind started to wander as she followed the arms up to the wide shoulders and beautiful neck. He looked to be taking time off from shaving and a dark stubble spread from under his jawbone to his cheeks and around his mouth. His lips were near perfect and she found herself instinctively licking her own. When she finally lifted her stare to his blue eyes she was startled to find him looking back at her. For a fleeting moment there he had been just a piece of juice meat to her and not a live person at all! He tilted his head and smiled to her: “Hey... Where did you go?”.
Blushing she realised she had been openly staring at him for a while not realising it at all. Bloody drinks, she pushed her drink further down the table from her. Feeling the light buzz of intoxication tingle in her limbs she smiled: “I´m here... just a little...ummm...relaxed, i suppose. My first night on the island and i´m celebrating. And may i just point out that it´s very rude to take someones table like this and not only smoke someones cigarettes but to offer them out too, like your own?”.
The stranger laughed and nodded to her: “You are right of course. This has been very rude of me. And i havent even introduced myself yet... Please forgive me. My name is Dom”. He extended his hand to her and she took it, again marvelling at the size of it. “You have some making up to do but i´m sure that forgiveness isnt completely out of the question Dom”, she answered. “And by the way, my name is Kat”.
Dom nodded and repeated her name silently before sipping on his beer. He asked her about her holiday and her plans for it and they eneded up spending some time talking about the possibilities on the island. Dom was on holiday too with his friends but had wandered off tonight to get some alone time. Apparently spending two weeks with a group of rowdy guys isnt all that it´s cracked out to be...!
Bit by bit people started to fill the little bar and it got louder and louder in there. Bit by bit Dom and Kat moved their chair closer together to be able to carry on with their conversation. They talked about the bar and exotic fruits they had both seen on the island market. Dom told Kat about his diving trip on close by reef and Kat told Dom about her lost luggage. It wasnt deep and meaningful conversation at all, but a nice relaxed one. They laughed a lot and both felt at ease with a complete stranger. They smoked Kat´s cigarettes and drank more than they should have and after couple of hours they both felt a little drunk and somewhat giddy.
“Wanna get out of here?”, Dom asked Kat deliberately knocking an empty beer bottle over on the table. Kat finished her drink and nodded: “Yeah, it´s loud in here”. Dom got up and took hold of Kat´s hand to lead her out of the crowded bar. Looking around Kat was surprised to see all the tables full now and people spilling out to the beach too.
“Wow, i didnt realise this place had filled up... No wonder its loud in here!”, Kat laughed following Dom out onto the beach. The fine sand poured into her sandals and tickled her toes. It was hard to walk in the soft sand and Kat had to almost run to keep up with Dom pulling her down the beach. “Hey, wait up...!”, staggering behind Dom Kat almost fell and had to grasp at Dom´s hand with both hands to keep her balance. Dom turned around and wrapped his arm around her shoulders laughing: “Are you drunk?”. Kat tsk´ed at Dom giggling and shook her head: “Of course not! What you think that i just go around bars on my holidays getting blind drunk with strange men? What sort of girl do you take me for...?”. Dom let out a low laugh and they started down the beach again, his hand around her shoulders, slowly this time.
The moon was out, not full but still there looking much bigger than it ever did back home to her. The sky was full of stars and when Kat looked up to them she felt the vertigo she always did when looking up at the night sky. Dom stopped and held her a bit tigher to stop the sway she felt. “Wow... You alright Kat?”, he sounded a bit worried and he frowned peering into her face. Kat smiled and closed her eyes. “Yeahyeahyeah” she mumbled and patted Dom´s belly absent-mindedly: “I just get vertigo when i look at the night sky”. Dom accepted the explanation with a puzzled smile and they moved forward again.
“Where are we going?”, Kat asked after they had walked away from the bar´s lights and still headed down the long, lonely beach with nothing on it infront of them. Dom shrugged but kept going: “Does it matter...”. Kat smiled at his answer and shook her head: ”No, no it doesnt. This is nice...”.
Waves crashed to the shore and there was the gentle breeze again, from the sea, Kat had felt in the bar. The night was still warm after the hot day and felt like it would never cool down. Even the sand filling her sandals on every step was warm to her toes.
“Dom, can we stop? I want to take my sandals off”, Kat slowed down. They stopped and Kat sat down on the sand to open her sandal straps. Dom stood looking down on her for a while but knelt down in front of her soon: “ Let me...”. He pushed her hands away from the straps and started to open them slowly. His fingers worked fast brushing against her skin once in a while. His touch was light and send shivers up her spine. Kat looked at Dom working on her sandals and enjoyed the view. He was wearing a dark gray button down shirt and faded jeans. He had left the few top buttons undone on his shirt and when he bent down to help her with her sandals she could look down his shirt at his beautiful chest. Kat sighed silently at the sight of his muscular chest and wondered if she could blame the alcohol for her naughty thoughts. She usually didnt go for the more muscular types...
Dom had Kat´s sandals open and pulled them off her feet slowly. Deliberately he let his hands stroke her bare feet gently. He found himself getting very aroused by this funny woman he had spotted in the bar. She was beautiful with her blond hair and blue-green eyes that peered into his boldly, without a hint of uncomfortableness after just few moments together. Her laugh was amazing and he couldnt help but laugh everytime she did and she was funny, boy was she funny. Her wit and interesting observations made her an interesting person to talk to. Dom couldnt quite believe she had noticed the same exotic fruit on the market he had. His friends had made fun of him when he had gotten excited about the damned things and that´s why he had taken off tonight to find more interesting company to talk to. Bunch of wankers...
Kat was still sat on the beach with her feet in his hands. She had her eyes closed and she seemd to like him stroking her feet. “Feels nice, huh?”, Dom whispered and sat down on the sand too. He let his fingers draw circles onto the skin of her ankles and then he drew his fingers up the soles of her feet making her gasp a bit and curl her toes. Laughing Dom lifted Kat´s right foot up to his lips and blew on her toes. Kat giggled and tried to keep her balance in vain. She fell to her back onto the beach and laid there with her arms stretched to her sides. Dom set her foot down onto the sand and crawled up next to her. He lay down on his side and set his head on Kat´s arm. Kat turned to face him and they just laid there looking at each other. “I love your eyebrows!”, Kat said finally after a long time. Dom burst out laughing surprised by her comment: “Yeah? Well, thank you, i guess. I like your eyebrows too”.
Kat giggled and reached to touch his left eyebrow. Dom closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of her fingers tracing his eyebrow. Kat let her fingers stroke his jaw and and cheeks and then finally his forehead. Dom grunted pleased and shifted his large frame closer to her. Kat´s hand stopped and Dom opened his eyes fearing he had spoiled the moment by being too forward. Their eyes met and Dom saw that Kat was still at ease and that he hadnt scared her. Gently he reached his hand around her small waist and pulled her closer to him. Kat smiled a little and continued to stroke his face. The sound of the waves nearly drowned it, so that Dom had to strain but then he heard it again, she was humming. Dom pulled closer to her to hear her quiet humming. He wasnt sure what the song was. Kat paid no attention to his curious look and obvious attempts to try and catch the song title from her humming.
“What is that... I know it, dont tell me...”, Dom closed his eyes and pressed his ear close to Kat´s lips. Kat giggled. Quickly she pecked a kiss on Dom´s ear and whispered: “It´s the Snow Patrol´s “Chasing cars”... You know: “...if i lay here, if i just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world...”?”, Kat´s voice was lovely and the song choice made Dom smile. He turned to face her and answered her last line with a soft kiss.
This was the first time ever she had just walked into a travel agency and bought the first thing on offer. Usually she spent months planning her trips and reading books about the destination but not this time. She had bought the holiday package and left the next morning. And here she was 24 hours later, enjoying few drinks in a small shabby bar by the waters edge. The sun had just set and the bar was still quiet with just few locals and few tourists in it. Looking around she liked what she saw and decided she´d have one more drink, at least...
The breeze from the sea felt lovely on her skin and she wondered if the locals ever got used to having an open air bar like this with just a reed roof and no walls. The sea was so close she could hear it and smell it and the floor of the bar was just some decking with so much sand on it she was pretty sure she would be able to make a sand castle right there in her feet. She tried to imagine coming to this place after a workday to relax few times a week. She imagined she´d just turn into an alcoholic living on the beach next to the bar in no time... Although shabby the bar felt very cosy and she knew it would be her local hang out should she ever decide to leave everything behind and live on this island.
She got up and walked to the bar. She felt like an idiot with her burning cheeks and her white tunic and brand new sandals she had bought earlier in the day from a local shop. She giggled inside, sure that she couldnt look more like a tourist if she had a camera hanging from her neck and she was holding a map!
“Another vodka, please. With a slice of lemon”, she gave the young bartender her order and watched him pour the drink for her. After the two drinks she had already had she was still amazed of the quantity of vodka that was considered to be just one drink here. The poor lemon slice hardly fit into the glass at all after the ice and vodka!
She thanked the bartender and turned to return to her table. To her surprise she saw a guy sitting at her table pulling a cigarette out of her pack of smokes! The bar was full of empty tables but this guy had sat down on the one she had been occupying for the past hour or so.
“Excuse me...”, setting her drink on the table, she snatched the pack of cigarettes from the guy and gave him a half serious “Tsk!”. The guy lit the cigarette and blew the smoke towards the reed roof grinning at her: “Please, sit down”.
Surprised by his seeming arrogance she sat down opposite of him and sipped on her drink. “Would you like a cigarette too?”, the strange, arrogant man asked her and pulled another one from her pack she had only just set back on the table. Leaning back on her chair she nodded laughing a little and watched him light the cigarette and then hand it to her. He had huge hands but he didnt seem clumsy with them like most men with big hands do. Her mind started to wander as she followed the arms up to the wide shoulders and beautiful neck. He looked to be taking time off from shaving and a dark stubble spread from under his jawbone to his cheeks and around his mouth. His lips were near perfect and she found herself instinctively licking her own. When she finally lifted her stare to his blue eyes she was startled to find him looking back at her. For a fleeting moment there he had been just a piece of juice meat to her and not a live person at all! He tilted his head and smiled to her: “Hey... Where did you go?”.
Blushing she realised she had been openly staring at him for a while not realising it at all. Bloody drinks, she pushed her drink further down the table from her. Feeling the light buzz of intoxication tingle in her limbs she smiled: “I´m here... just a little...ummm...relaxed, i suppose. My first night on the island and i´m celebrating. And may i just point out that it´s very rude to take someones table like this and not only smoke someones cigarettes but to offer them out too, like your own?”.
The stranger laughed and nodded to her: “You are right of course. This has been very rude of me. And i havent even introduced myself yet... Please forgive me. My name is Dom”. He extended his hand to her and she took it, again marvelling at the size of it. “You have some making up to do but i´m sure that forgiveness isnt completely out of the question Dom”, she answered. “And by the way, my name is Kat”.
Dom nodded and repeated her name silently before sipping on his beer. He asked her about her holiday and her plans for it and they eneded up spending some time talking about the possibilities on the island. Dom was on holiday too with his friends but had wandered off tonight to get some alone time. Apparently spending two weeks with a group of rowdy guys isnt all that it´s cracked out to be...!
Bit by bit people started to fill the little bar and it got louder and louder in there. Bit by bit Dom and Kat moved their chair closer together to be able to carry on with their conversation. They talked about the bar and exotic fruits they had both seen on the island market. Dom told Kat about his diving trip on close by reef and Kat told Dom about her lost luggage. It wasnt deep and meaningful conversation at all, but a nice relaxed one. They laughed a lot and both felt at ease with a complete stranger. They smoked Kat´s cigarettes and drank more than they should have and after couple of hours they both felt a little drunk and somewhat giddy.
“Wanna get out of here?”, Dom asked Kat deliberately knocking an empty beer bottle over on the table. Kat finished her drink and nodded: “Yeah, it´s loud in here”. Dom got up and took hold of Kat´s hand to lead her out of the crowded bar. Looking around Kat was surprised to see all the tables full now and people spilling out to the beach too.
“Wow, i didnt realise this place had filled up... No wonder its loud in here!”, Kat laughed following Dom out onto the beach. The fine sand poured into her sandals and tickled her toes. It was hard to walk in the soft sand and Kat had to almost run to keep up with Dom pulling her down the beach. “Hey, wait up...!”, staggering behind Dom Kat almost fell and had to grasp at Dom´s hand with both hands to keep her balance. Dom turned around and wrapped his arm around her shoulders laughing: “Are you drunk?”. Kat tsk´ed at Dom giggling and shook her head: “Of course not! What you think that i just go around bars on my holidays getting blind drunk with strange men? What sort of girl do you take me for...?”. Dom let out a low laugh and they started down the beach again, his hand around her shoulders, slowly this time.
The moon was out, not full but still there looking much bigger than it ever did back home to her. The sky was full of stars and when Kat looked up to them she felt the vertigo she always did when looking up at the night sky. Dom stopped and held her a bit tigher to stop the sway she felt. “Wow... You alright Kat?”, he sounded a bit worried and he frowned peering into her face. Kat smiled and closed her eyes. “Yeahyeahyeah” she mumbled and patted Dom´s belly absent-mindedly: “I just get vertigo when i look at the night sky”. Dom accepted the explanation with a puzzled smile and they moved forward again.
“Where are we going?”, Kat asked after they had walked away from the bar´s lights and still headed down the long, lonely beach with nothing on it infront of them. Dom shrugged but kept going: “Does it matter...”. Kat smiled at his answer and shook her head: ”No, no it doesnt. This is nice...”.
Waves crashed to the shore and there was the gentle breeze again, from the sea, Kat had felt in the bar. The night was still warm after the hot day and felt like it would never cool down. Even the sand filling her sandals on every step was warm to her toes.
“Dom, can we stop? I want to take my sandals off”, Kat slowed down. They stopped and Kat sat down on the sand to open her sandal straps. Dom stood looking down on her for a while but knelt down in front of her soon: “ Let me...”. He pushed her hands away from the straps and started to open them slowly. His fingers worked fast brushing against her skin once in a while. His touch was light and send shivers up her spine. Kat looked at Dom working on her sandals and enjoyed the view. He was wearing a dark gray button down shirt and faded jeans. He had left the few top buttons undone on his shirt and when he bent down to help her with her sandals she could look down his shirt at his beautiful chest. Kat sighed silently at the sight of his muscular chest and wondered if she could blame the alcohol for her naughty thoughts. She usually didnt go for the more muscular types...
Dom had Kat´s sandals open and pulled them off her feet slowly. Deliberately he let his hands stroke her bare feet gently. He found himself getting very aroused by this funny woman he had spotted in the bar. She was beautiful with her blond hair and blue-green eyes that peered into his boldly, without a hint of uncomfortableness after just few moments together. Her laugh was amazing and he couldnt help but laugh everytime she did and she was funny, boy was she funny. Her wit and interesting observations made her an interesting person to talk to. Dom couldnt quite believe she had noticed the same exotic fruit on the market he had. His friends had made fun of him when he had gotten excited about the damned things and that´s why he had taken off tonight to find more interesting company to talk to. Bunch of wankers...
Kat was still sat on the beach with her feet in his hands. She had her eyes closed and she seemd to like him stroking her feet. “Feels nice, huh?”, Dom whispered and sat down on the sand too. He let his fingers draw circles onto the skin of her ankles and then he drew his fingers up the soles of her feet making her gasp a bit and curl her toes. Laughing Dom lifted Kat´s right foot up to his lips and blew on her toes. Kat giggled and tried to keep her balance in vain. She fell to her back onto the beach and laid there with her arms stretched to her sides. Dom set her foot down onto the sand and crawled up next to her. He lay down on his side and set his head on Kat´s arm. Kat turned to face him and they just laid there looking at each other. “I love your eyebrows!”, Kat said finally after a long time. Dom burst out laughing surprised by her comment: “Yeah? Well, thank you, i guess. I like your eyebrows too”.
Kat giggled and reached to touch his left eyebrow. Dom closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of her fingers tracing his eyebrow. Kat let her fingers stroke his jaw and and cheeks and then finally his forehead. Dom grunted pleased and shifted his large frame closer to her. Kat´s hand stopped and Dom opened his eyes fearing he had spoiled the moment by being too forward. Their eyes met and Dom saw that Kat was still at ease and that he hadnt scared her. Gently he reached his hand around her small waist and pulled her closer to him. Kat smiled a little and continued to stroke his face. The sound of the waves nearly drowned it, so that Dom had to strain but then he heard it again, she was humming. Dom pulled closer to her to hear her quiet humming. He wasnt sure what the song was. Kat paid no attention to his curious look and obvious attempts to try and catch the song title from her humming.
“What is that... I know it, dont tell me...”, Dom closed his eyes and pressed his ear close to Kat´s lips. Kat giggled. Quickly she pecked a kiss on Dom´s ear and whispered: “It´s the Snow Patrol´s “Chasing cars”... You know: “...if i lay here, if i just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world...”?”, Kat´s voice was lovely and the song choice made Dom smile. He turned to face her and answered her last line with a soft kiss.
Monday, April 16, 2007
Goodbye Mr.Bossman & Miss Sexatary...!!!
I would like to thank everyone who has shown interest in the serier of texts about dear Mr.Bossman and the beautiful Miss Sexatary. Since it seems they have finally decided to move to the next stage in their relationship, I feel like I should give them their well deserved peace.
So goodbye to the great couple and all the best in the future! ;)
Love, Katjus
So goodbye to the great couple and all the best in the future! ;)
Love, Katjus
Sunday, April 15, 2007
BUSINESS TRIPPIN´ - Part 3
Mr.Bossman pulled Miss Sexatary to him again. He crushed her against his bare chest kissing her face. Miss Sexatary felt his hardening cock against her belly through his tight boxers, pushing her over the edge. "Will you just fucking kiss me now? Please...",she sighed trembling. She just couldn´t handle the anticipation anymore. All this time and he hadn´t kissed her once!
Mr.Bossman chuckled against her cheek. He took it slow, kissing the corner of her mouth first. He held on tight to her face and prevented her from just stealing the kiss she so desperatelly wanted. His tongue was soft and hot and he licked her lips teasing her endlessly. Miss Sexatary moaned feeling all her strength escape her limbs. Mr.Bossman nibbled at her lips pulling away everytime she tried to kiss him. Her pussy throbbed hot like she was about to come and she felt desperate for him all of a sudden. She dug her nails into his back in vain attempt to make him loosen his grip so she could over take him and suck on his beautiful mouth. Mr.Bossman only groaned at her attempt and continued tormenting her.
Miss Sexatary slid her hands down on his ass and slipped them inside his tight boxers. He tensed his buttocks first and they shiverred at her light touch. Slowly he relaxed and gasped a little when she took a gentle hold of his ass. Sighing loudly he pushed his tongue past her lips into her hungry mouth. His hands were demanding now around her, grasping at her sides, ass, hair. His hips were grinding his swollen cock against her belly, making her pull him even closer to her. Their mouths were locked, tongues lapping at each other. The passion in his kiss made her melt.
"I want you... Now. For me. All of you. Now!", Mr.Bossman´s whispers were frantic. He pulled away and turned her around. With trembling hands he tried to open her bra but failed with a frusturated moan. Miss Sexatary giggled giddy in her own passion and undid the bra for him, letting it fall to the floor. He let out a pleased sigh and pulled her panties off her with out even turning her. She felt his breath on her buttocks and giggled again. Mr.Bossman chuckled at her familiar giggles and pressed his face against her ass. His tongue lapped at her milky white skin while his hands stroked their way up and down her legs. Her pussy was over flowing now. Miss Sexatary turned and pulled Mr.Bossman to his feet. She pulled his boxers down to his ankles and released his thick organ. Although she had seen the cock before, although she had tasted it before and felt it rip through her with such sweet pleasure, she couldn´t hold her tongue: "Could you be more perfect..?".
Mr.Bossman laughed uncertainly. He wasn´t sure what she meant and searched her eyes for an answer. "I´m sorry, I´m just... you look so... Just so...", she tackled with her words. Miss Sexatary moaned impatiently and pulled to him again. His relaxed smile told her he had understood her in spite of her pitiable explanation. "Hold on baby...", Mr.Bossman took a gentle hold of her arms before she could wrap them around him again. "Let´s take this to the bed, yeah?", his low voice seemed to drip from his lips like honey and Miss Sexatary wanted to lick it all up. Still nodding eagerly she followed him to the bed. He lay down on the bed reaching his hands above his head, like stretching. She stood at the side of the bed unable to move. She had never seen his naked body like this... It had always felt rushed before, in a hurry, a stolen moment. Miss Sexatary drank in the sight of him laying on the bed, naked. Mr.Bossman looked beautiful in the dark of the room; his eyes closed, mouth relaxed to a slight smile, hands stretched and his cock hard, erect, swaying as he breathed. Slowly she got on the bed next to him, sitting on her knees. Mr.Bossman opened his eyes and reached his hand to touch her back. Sitting up he pushed his face onto her neck, finding the secret spot. "Lay down", she felt his whisper on her sensitive skin. When she didnt move but stayed still, enjoying his lips and his breath tickling her skin, he took a gentle hold of her and pushed her down. His eyes were determined again and his grip was firm.
Once he had her laying down on her back looking up to him glossy eyed with anticipation, he lay down on top of her. His weight sweet on her, he slipped his legs between hers and pressed himself close to her. Kissing her again, deeply, he started something that they both knew couldnt be stopped, something they had both missed.
In the silence of the room Miss Sexatary heard her own moans loud as Mr.Bossman kissed a path down her chest, her full breasts and her round belly. His wide tongue strayed from the path once in a while, finding places she was sure she had never been touched before. His fingers seemed to stroke her sking endlessly, everywhere at ones, summoning the moans and cries from the depths of her soul. On her belly he stopped to look to her flushed face: "You are the most beautiful woman i have ever seen...". His confession was heartfelt and brought tears to her eyes. Turning her head away from him she hoped he wouldnt see that he had made her cry the second time inside the half an hour they had been together! Mr.Bossman continued down her belly finding her dark triangle pointing him the way like an arrow. His hot breath felt like flames on her pussy and she trembeled.
His wide tongue pushed against her pussy and parting the lips from it´s path. It made a long stroke up the bud and past it. Miss Sexatary cried out. Opening her up with his fingers Mr.Bossman started licking her slowly. Strong strokes were followed by light ones, long ones by short ones and in no regonizable pattern his tongue pushed inside her. Her back arched with pleaseure, she was barely conscious of her surroundings anymore. The room around them had disappeared, the city vanished. All that existed for her was the intense pleasure and him at this very moment. Grinding her hips against his mouth she thought she would surely die of the pleasure he was giving her.
"Stop, stop, stop...", she begged him desperately struggling against his firm grip and his presistant mouth. Quietly, seemingly enjoying her struggles, he held on, now pushing into her with his tongue in fast stabs. Then suddenly it wasn´t just his tongue anymore but his long beautiful fingers stroking her from the inside now It only took few seconds for her to explode with his fingers inside her, feeling her pussy contract around them sqeezing them tightly. Mr.Bossman pulled his fingers out of her and pushed them, still dripping from her juices, into his mouth. He moaned closing his eyes for a moment, tasting her.
Miss Sexatary was still trying to catch her breath when the tears broke away. She burts into sobs with her entire body still trembling from the intense orgasm. Mr.Bossman rushed to pick her up and pull her to his gentle embrace. He lifted her to his lap. In slow strokes he smoothed her hair once again, while whispering quietly to her ear: "Shh, my beautiful girl... Did you like that? I think you did. I just want to make you come tonight - again and again and again... May I? Will you let me? Come now beautiful...".
Miss Sexatary felt the sobs slowly start to fade as she listened to his voice. Taking a deep breath she pulled herself together again. She leaned back from his chest and looked up at him. He smiled and wiped her cheeks dry from the tears with his hand: "You ok?".
Blushing she nodded: "Yeah, I´m perfect". She kissed him tenderly. She sucked on his lower lip and slipped her tongue inside his mouth. He sighed against her mouth and tightened his hold on her. She realised that although she had exploded with an orgasm and felt all warm and fuzzy now, he was yet to get any relief from his impressive hard on still pushing against her. Feeling selfish she leaned on him hard and pushed him onto his back on the bed. He didnt resist but when she tried to slip down on him, he stopped her. His large hands pressed her down, holding her still, on him: "No you don´t! You my dear, are not going to work tonight... I said I wanted to make YOU come and that is what I´ll do!". Miss Sexatary moaned mock disapointment, feeling his cock against her. All she had really wanted was to have him cum in her mouth... But maybe this wasn´t all bad, she thought when he rolled on top of her kissing her ravenously. He slipped his right hand down and between her legs. As his fingers plunged into her still wet pussy, he pulled back to see her face break with a ecstatic smile. Miss Sexatary moaned as the fingers curled inside her and slipped in & out aided by her grinding hips. Mr.Bossman slid down on her and took her rock hard right nipple in his mouth. He sucked hard while fucking her with his fingers, making her gasp for air. His tongue draw circles around her nipple while he played inside her.
"Are you ready? Do you want me? Inside you?", Mr Bossman´s voice send shivers up her spine and she moaned again clutching at his shoulders. He pulled his fingers out of her, sucking on them with a pleased sigh. He spread her legs, helping her to wrap them around his waist and taking his time he placed his cock against her clitoris. He rubbed the swollen clit with the tip of his erect cock making her pant: "Please... Come, come, come...!".
Mr.Bossman grinned at her begs and pushed into her. His hard cock slid easily into her tight pussy, spreading it, streatching the walls. He grabbed hold of her left breast trying to steady himself. He wanted to fuck her quick, hard and fill her with his cum now, but he knew that was out of the question. They were gonna take this slow or at her pace anyway and he was only going to cum when she had peaked. Holding still, eyes closed, for few seconds, he gathered his thoughts before he pulled out just to push into her again. Miss Sexatary´s face was flushed and with every push she arched her back pushing her beautiful breasts forward. Mr.Bossman marvelled at the sight of her pleasure, pushing into her again and again. Miss Sexatary reached her hand to her clitoris and rubbed it slowly in circular motion. Mr.Bossman groaned at the sight and pushed deep into her so he could feel the back of her hand against his lower belly. Miss Sexatary opened her eyes and looked at him: "I have missed you so much...".
The words came out in a moan and made him pull closer to kiss her deeply. Breathing into her mouth, their lips grazing, he whispered to her: "I have missed you more!".
His pushes turned faster, shorter. He pulled her right leg from his hip and placed it against his shoulder, arms around it. Keeping a close eye on her face he fucked her, listening to her bodys little signs. Her nipples were hard, her chest flushed and her breathing seemed shallow, fast. She moaned desperately and held on to his thighs like pulling him into her. Kissing her foot resting against his shoulder, he pulled out completly and just as she moaned her disappointment he plunged his throbbing cock back deep into her. Her pussy pulsed and her loud cry made his skin tingle. She was close! Starting to fuck her in the rythym her hips provided him, he ground into her faster and faster. Miss Sexatary gasped under him clawing at the bed. Finally she opened her eyes again, wide, held her breath for a second and groaned like an animal. Her pussy sqeezed tight around Mr.Bossman´s cock pulling him deeper and deeper with every wave of her fierce orgasm. Mr.Bossman tried to fight the pleasure her orgasm was giving him but failed. He felt the heat rise from his balls and burst out of him like fire. He wanted to weep as he filled her pussy with his cum. Unable to do anything else, he just shuddered in the grip of the pleasure and moaned. Finally the shudders subsided and he opened his eyes to find her watching him rosy cheeked and beautiful. Her body glistened with sweat as he pulled out of her slowly and lay down next to her on the bed. She moved to kiss him tenderly again, touching his face while doing so. He pulled close to her and rested his head on her breasts still panting. Her hand stroked his short hair and she curled one leg over his hip. Her white skin looked even whiter against his tanned skin and Mr.Bossman was surprised he had never noticed that before. Casually he stroked her long leg with his fingers and kissed few drops of sweat from her skin. "I wish I could stay like this forever", Miss Sexatary whispered in the dark of the room. Mr.Bossman moved higher so he could be on her level, looking directly into her eyes.
"Maybe we could...", his eyes were soft and his voice stirred something up inside her. "How?", she hoped he would play this game and not crush her unrealistic dreams at this moment. Touching her cheek with his hand Mr.Bossman smiled: "Well, what if i wouldn´t go back to Australia anymore?". Miss Sexatary giggled: "Just like that, huh? Don´t you think the company would have something to say about that?". Mr.Bossman laughed and continued: "What if... what if i had decided to resign before this trip and was just here to tie up the rest of the lose ends? What if i had already decided to leave Australi to come back and...?". Miss Sexatary sat up on the bed and looked at Mr.Bossman intently: "That´s not funny... ". Mr.Bossman rose too and kissed her: "I am not trying to be funny Miss Sexy! Tell me, if all this was true, would you... Could you ever consider me as a...". He was struggling to say what he wanted and blushed at his own awkwardness. Miss Sexatary stared at him not quite believing what was happening. She watched him rub his head and sigh deeply: "Would i stand a chance with you?". A tense frown spread accross his face as he waited for her answer. Miss Sexatary giggled nervously: "A chance? As in a relationship? You?". Mr.Bossman stood up and walked to the windows. She could only make out the outline of his body against the lights of the city shining through the large windows. He looked gorgeous! The snow was still falling outside and created an amazing backdrop to him.
"Yes. Yes, you would stand a chance, a good chance", Miss Sexatary stood up and walk to meet him by the window. Mr.Bossman sighed quickly and pulled her to him. He kissed her bare shoulder and laughed giddy: "Really? You mean that?". Nodding to him Miss Sexatary giggled excited:" So, is it true then, what you said?". Mr.Bossman nodded slowly and leaned in to kiss her. The hunger was gone from his kiss, replaced by tenderness and love she had never felt before. She melted against him letting her mind run away from her. She broke into a wide smile against his mouth as she thought of them together and the future which now felt full of possibilities...
Mr.Bossman chuckled against her cheek. He took it slow, kissing the corner of her mouth first. He held on tight to her face and prevented her from just stealing the kiss she so desperatelly wanted. His tongue was soft and hot and he licked her lips teasing her endlessly. Miss Sexatary moaned feeling all her strength escape her limbs. Mr.Bossman nibbled at her lips pulling away everytime she tried to kiss him. Her pussy throbbed hot like she was about to come and she felt desperate for him all of a sudden. She dug her nails into his back in vain attempt to make him loosen his grip so she could over take him and suck on his beautiful mouth. Mr.Bossman only groaned at her attempt and continued tormenting her.
Miss Sexatary slid her hands down on his ass and slipped them inside his tight boxers. He tensed his buttocks first and they shiverred at her light touch. Slowly he relaxed and gasped a little when she took a gentle hold of his ass. Sighing loudly he pushed his tongue past her lips into her hungry mouth. His hands were demanding now around her, grasping at her sides, ass, hair. His hips were grinding his swollen cock against her belly, making her pull him even closer to her. Their mouths were locked, tongues lapping at each other. The passion in his kiss made her melt.
"I want you... Now. For me. All of you. Now!", Mr.Bossman´s whispers were frantic. He pulled away and turned her around. With trembling hands he tried to open her bra but failed with a frusturated moan. Miss Sexatary giggled giddy in her own passion and undid the bra for him, letting it fall to the floor. He let out a pleased sigh and pulled her panties off her with out even turning her. She felt his breath on her buttocks and giggled again. Mr.Bossman chuckled at her familiar giggles and pressed his face against her ass. His tongue lapped at her milky white skin while his hands stroked their way up and down her legs. Her pussy was over flowing now. Miss Sexatary turned and pulled Mr.Bossman to his feet. She pulled his boxers down to his ankles and released his thick organ. Although she had seen the cock before, although she had tasted it before and felt it rip through her with such sweet pleasure, she couldn´t hold her tongue: "Could you be more perfect..?".
Mr.Bossman laughed uncertainly. He wasn´t sure what she meant and searched her eyes for an answer. "I´m sorry, I´m just... you look so... Just so...", she tackled with her words. Miss Sexatary moaned impatiently and pulled to him again. His relaxed smile told her he had understood her in spite of her pitiable explanation. "Hold on baby...", Mr.Bossman took a gentle hold of her arms before she could wrap them around him again. "Let´s take this to the bed, yeah?", his low voice seemed to drip from his lips like honey and Miss Sexatary wanted to lick it all up. Still nodding eagerly she followed him to the bed. He lay down on the bed reaching his hands above his head, like stretching. She stood at the side of the bed unable to move. She had never seen his naked body like this... It had always felt rushed before, in a hurry, a stolen moment. Miss Sexatary drank in the sight of him laying on the bed, naked. Mr.Bossman looked beautiful in the dark of the room; his eyes closed, mouth relaxed to a slight smile, hands stretched and his cock hard, erect, swaying as he breathed. Slowly she got on the bed next to him, sitting on her knees. Mr.Bossman opened his eyes and reached his hand to touch her back. Sitting up he pushed his face onto her neck, finding the secret spot. "Lay down", she felt his whisper on her sensitive skin. When she didnt move but stayed still, enjoying his lips and his breath tickling her skin, he took a gentle hold of her and pushed her down. His eyes were determined again and his grip was firm.
Once he had her laying down on her back looking up to him glossy eyed with anticipation, he lay down on top of her. His weight sweet on her, he slipped his legs between hers and pressed himself close to her. Kissing her again, deeply, he started something that they both knew couldnt be stopped, something they had both missed.
In the silence of the room Miss Sexatary heard her own moans loud as Mr.Bossman kissed a path down her chest, her full breasts and her round belly. His wide tongue strayed from the path once in a while, finding places she was sure she had never been touched before. His fingers seemed to stroke her sking endlessly, everywhere at ones, summoning the moans and cries from the depths of her soul. On her belly he stopped to look to her flushed face: "You are the most beautiful woman i have ever seen...". His confession was heartfelt and brought tears to her eyes. Turning her head away from him she hoped he wouldnt see that he had made her cry the second time inside the half an hour they had been together! Mr.Bossman continued down her belly finding her dark triangle pointing him the way like an arrow. His hot breath felt like flames on her pussy and she trembeled.
His wide tongue pushed against her pussy and parting the lips from it´s path. It made a long stroke up the bud and past it. Miss Sexatary cried out. Opening her up with his fingers Mr.Bossman started licking her slowly. Strong strokes were followed by light ones, long ones by short ones and in no regonizable pattern his tongue pushed inside her. Her back arched with pleaseure, she was barely conscious of her surroundings anymore. The room around them had disappeared, the city vanished. All that existed for her was the intense pleasure and him at this very moment. Grinding her hips against his mouth she thought she would surely die of the pleasure he was giving her.
"Stop, stop, stop...", she begged him desperately struggling against his firm grip and his presistant mouth. Quietly, seemingly enjoying her struggles, he held on, now pushing into her with his tongue in fast stabs. Then suddenly it wasn´t just his tongue anymore but his long beautiful fingers stroking her from the inside now It only took few seconds for her to explode with his fingers inside her, feeling her pussy contract around them sqeezing them tightly. Mr.Bossman pulled his fingers out of her and pushed them, still dripping from her juices, into his mouth. He moaned closing his eyes for a moment, tasting her.
Miss Sexatary was still trying to catch her breath when the tears broke away. She burts into sobs with her entire body still trembling from the intense orgasm. Mr.Bossman rushed to pick her up and pull her to his gentle embrace. He lifted her to his lap. In slow strokes he smoothed her hair once again, while whispering quietly to her ear: "Shh, my beautiful girl... Did you like that? I think you did. I just want to make you come tonight - again and again and again... May I? Will you let me? Come now beautiful...".
Miss Sexatary felt the sobs slowly start to fade as she listened to his voice. Taking a deep breath she pulled herself together again. She leaned back from his chest and looked up at him. He smiled and wiped her cheeks dry from the tears with his hand: "You ok?".
Blushing she nodded: "Yeah, I´m perfect". She kissed him tenderly. She sucked on his lower lip and slipped her tongue inside his mouth. He sighed against her mouth and tightened his hold on her. She realised that although she had exploded with an orgasm and felt all warm and fuzzy now, he was yet to get any relief from his impressive hard on still pushing against her. Feeling selfish she leaned on him hard and pushed him onto his back on the bed. He didnt resist but when she tried to slip down on him, he stopped her. His large hands pressed her down, holding her still, on him: "No you don´t! You my dear, are not going to work tonight... I said I wanted to make YOU come and that is what I´ll do!". Miss Sexatary moaned mock disapointment, feeling his cock against her. All she had really wanted was to have him cum in her mouth... But maybe this wasn´t all bad, she thought when he rolled on top of her kissing her ravenously. He slipped his right hand down and between her legs. As his fingers plunged into her still wet pussy, he pulled back to see her face break with a ecstatic smile. Miss Sexatary moaned as the fingers curled inside her and slipped in & out aided by her grinding hips. Mr.Bossman slid down on her and took her rock hard right nipple in his mouth. He sucked hard while fucking her with his fingers, making her gasp for air. His tongue draw circles around her nipple while he played inside her.
"Are you ready? Do you want me? Inside you?", Mr Bossman´s voice send shivers up her spine and she moaned again clutching at his shoulders. He pulled his fingers out of her, sucking on them with a pleased sigh. He spread her legs, helping her to wrap them around his waist and taking his time he placed his cock against her clitoris. He rubbed the swollen clit with the tip of his erect cock making her pant: "Please... Come, come, come...!".
Mr.Bossman grinned at her begs and pushed into her. His hard cock slid easily into her tight pussy, spreading it, streatching the walls. He grabbed hold of her left breast trying to steady himself. He wanted to fuck her quick, hard and fill her with his cum now, but he knew that was out of the question. They were gonna take this slow or at her pace anyway and he was only going to cum when she had peaked. Holding still, eyes closed, for few seconds, he gathered his thoughts before he pulled out just to push into her again. Miss Sexatary´s face was flushed and with every push she arched her back pushing her beautiful breasts forward. Mr.Bossman marvelled at the sight of her pleasure, pushing into her again and again. Miss Sexatary reached her hand to her clitoris and rubbed it slowly in circular motion. Mr.Bossman groaned at the sight and pushed deep into her so he could feel the back of her hand against his lower belly. Miss Sexatary opened her eyes and looked at him: "I have missed you so much...".
The words came out in a moan and made him pull closer to kiss her deeply. Breathing into her mouth, their lips grazing, he whispered to her: "I have missed you more!".
His pushes turned faster, shorter. He pulled her right leg from his hip and placed it against his shoulder, arms around it. Keeping a close eye on her face he fucked her, listening to her bodys little signs. Her nipples were hard, her chest flushed and her breathing seemed shallow, fast. She moaned desperately and held on to his thighs like pulling him into her. Kissing her foot resting against his shoulder, he pulled out completly and just as she moaned her disappointment he plunged his throbbing cock back deep into her. Her pussy pulsed and her loud cry made his skin tingle. She was close! Starting to fuck her in the rythym her hips provided him, he ground into her faster and faster. Miss Sexatary gasped under him clawing at the bed. Finally she opened her eyes again, wide, held her breath for a second and groaned like an animal. Her pussy sqeezed tight around Mr.Bossman´s cock pulling him deeper and deeper with every wave of her fierce orgasm. Mr.Bossman tried to fight the pleasure her orgasm was giving him but failed. He felt the heat rise from his balls and burst out of him like fire. He wanted to weep as he filled her pussy with his cum. Unable to do anything else, he just shuddered in the grip of the pleasure and moaned. Finally the shudders subsided and he opened his eyes to find her watching him rosy cheeked and beautiful. Her body glistened with sweat as he pulled out of her slowly and lay down next to her on the bed. She moved to kiss him tenderly again, touching his face while doing so. He pulled close to her and rested his head on her breasts still panting. Her hand stroked his short hair and she curled one leg over his hip. Her white skin looked even whiter against his tanned skin and Mr.Bossman was surprised he had never noticed that before. Casually he stroked her long leg with his fingers and kissed few drops of sweat from her skin. "I wish I could stay like this forever", Miss Sexatary whispered in the dark of the room. Mr.Bossman moved higher so he could be on her level, looking directly into her eyes.
"Maybe we could...", his eyes were soft and his voice stirred something up inside her. "How?", she hoped he would play this game and not crush her unrealistic dreams at this moment. Touching her cheek with his hand Mr.Bossman smiled: "Well, what if i wouldn´t go back to Australia anymore?". Miss Sexatary giggled: "Just like that, huh? Don´t you think the company would have something to say about that?". Mr.Bossman laughed and continued: "What if... what if i had decided to resign before this trip and was just here to tie up the rest of the lose ends? What if i had already decided to leave Australi to come back and...?". Miss Sexatary sat up on the bed and looked at Mr.Bossman intently: "That´s not funny... ". Mr.Bossman rose too and kissed her: "I am not trying to be funny Miss Sexy! Tell me, if all this was true, would you... Could you ever consider me as a...". He was struggling to say what he wanted and blushed at his own awkwardness. Miss Sexatary stared at him not quite believing what was happening. She watched him rub his head and sigh deeply: "Would i stand a chance with you?". A tense frown spread accross his face as he waited for her answer. Miss Sexatary giggled nervously: "A chance? As in a relationship? You?". Mr.Bossman stood up and walked to the windows. She could only make out the outline of his body against the lights of the city shining through the large windows. He looked gorgeous! The snow was still falling outside and created an amazing backdrop to him.
"Yes. Yes, you would stand a chance, a good chance", Miss Sexatary stood up and walk to meet him by the window. Mr.Bossman sighed quickly and pulled her to him. He kissed her bare shoulder and laughed giddy: "Really? You mean that?". Nodding to him Miss Sexatary giggled excited:" So, is it true then, what you said?". Mr.Bossman nodded slowly and leaned in to kiss her. The hunger was gone from his kiss, replaced by tenderness and love she had never felt before. She melted against him letting her mind run away from her. She broke into a wide smile against his mouth as she thought of them together and the future which now felt full of possibilities...
Sunday, April 8, 2007
BUSINESS TRIPPIN´ - Part 2
A door opened somewhere in the long corridor and they could hear steps. Miss Sexatary struggled against Mr.Bossman uncomfortable with the idea that someone would see them like this. This felt so private to her... But Mr.Bossman held on to her, not giving her an inch. "Be still...", his husky voice commanded her and she obeyed instantly. His eyes held her stare and she couldn´t read a thing of his face. A man passed not paying any attention to the couple embracing in the corridor. He walked to the elevator and pressed the button to call it. Mr.Bossman reached his hand down behind Miss Sexatary and grabbed her ass through her clothes. His hand was rough and demanding, making her gasp a little. A pleased smile crept across Mr.Bossman´s face and he pushed his other hand into her hair. He tugged at her hair surprisingly hard, licking his lips slowly.
Miss Sexatary didnt know quite what to make of his behaviour and yet she felt her own wetness increase by the second. He had always been assertive but this was new... She wanted him so much it felt like pain. She could hear the elevator doors open and close but it didn´t matter much anymore. "Please...", she wasn´t sure what she was asking for but she pleaded with him. Her eyes were glossy with desire and her hands grabbed at his coat desperatelly. Mr.Bossman grunted and let her go. She stumbled back few steps, stunned. Standing infront of him, she felt almost naked. She could almost hear a ticking of a clock standing there in silence, with the anticipation building up in the pit of her tummy. After what felt like an eternity there was still no change on his face. Not knowing what to do she picked up her luggage from the floor. Mr.Bossman said nothing but kept his eyes on her. Slowly she took few steps away from him waiting for him to respond, to stop her. She wanted him to take hold of her and say something, anything! But he said nothing, just pushed his hands into his pants pockets and stared at her. Fumbling to find the right words she glanced at the floor: "Umm... I...Goodnight...I guess... Mr.Bossman".
He said nothing again, didn´t even nod. Miss Sexatary felt like a fool and laughing nervously she turned away from him. She held back the tears stinging her eyes as she searched for her key card in her coat pocket, while she stumbled still on uncertain legs, towards her room. With trembling hands she struggled to open her door, the tears glazing her eyes so she could hardly see now. How humiliating. Her chest felt like someone sat on it as she held back the sobs. She had made a complete fool of herself out there with him... She´d been like a submissive child infront of him and he had just...just...
Miss Sexatary finally managed to get the door open and stumbled into her room kicking her heels off. She dropped her luggage on the floor of the dark hotel room and pushed the door to close it with her hand before releasing the tears. Like floodgates had been opened the tears started and she sobbed to herself. She tried to take her coat off but the damn tears made her vision all blurred and she gave up on the buttons with a frusturated groan. Suddenly she felt a firm hand on her shoulder. Knowing full well who it was she didn´t bother to turn.
"Just leave me alone...!, she was still weeping and knew that any attempt to disguise it was in vain. She tried to shake the hand off her shoulder but instead the hand pushed accross her chest and pulled her backwards, against him. She struggled, bursting into more sobs. "Hey...", his voice was soft now, almost a whisper again. She felt his other hand making it´s way accross her waist, pulling her nearer yet. "Don´t cry, come now...", he sounded different from before, lika a completely new person from the hall way. Miss Sexatary felt confused, what had that been in the corridor?
"No, i told you, leave me alone Mr.Bossman!", she wasn´t going to be humiliated by him again. This was humiliating enough, crying in front of him and so obviously over him too...Jesus.
Mr.Bossman kissed the back of her head. His breath felt hot against her scalp bringing on the trusty old shiver up her spine again. She struggled against him again, swallowing the sobs now. Slowly he let go of her and she darted further away from him. She stood facing the window looking down on the street wiping her tears. She wanted him to go away and again the confusing feelings, she wanted him to stay too. She could hear him move in the dark but couldn´t bring herself to turn to see if he was actually leaving. "Miss Sexy, please. Come here",that wasn´t a command like before in the corridor. "Please...", it sounded like he was pleading with her now.
"I can´t do this, be like this with you anymore Mr.Bossman... That ship sailed when you got transfered", she was calm now. Turning around she was surprised to see him sitting on the large bed in the room. He had taken his brown coat and tie off, they lay on the floor next to him. He looked at her apologetic. "Please...", he repeated again and reached his hand towards her. Miss Sexatary sighed deeply. She walked towards him but changed her mind at the last second and walked past him. She opened her coat and took it off. Miss Sexatary heard Mr.Bossman stand up again and move in the dark. She knew he was coming to her but she still shuddered when she felt his touch. He storked her hair gently and pulled close to her.
"I´m sorry...", his voice was small, quiet. This time he didn´t take a hold of her, he just stood there, very close to her. Miss Sexatary felt him in the dark like if he was infact holding her. He was familiar even in the dark; his size, the scent... She closed her eyes and tried to fight the urge to turn and press up against him.
"I am so sorry...", he said again and continued: "That must have seemed so cold what i did in there... I´m sorry. I was just stunned to see you and for a moment i just lost all control... i know our relationship is more than that to you, it´s so much more than that to me too... that´s why i stopped, i had to stop because it felt wrong, Miss Sexy. I don´t want to treat you like that, not really..."
The words poured out of him. He was out of breath suddenly and shifted his weight from one leg to another. "Please...Can you forgive me?", he sounded anxious, like if there was any doubt wether or not she could forgive him. She turned to him. She felt small with him towering in front of her. She liked it that he was taller than her, wider, so when he did hold her she could just curl up and feel all tiny and girly. "I liked what you were doing out there, i did... atleast untill you let go of me. That scared me. The silence...", she looked up at his eyes and trembled inside. She had never been this honest and vunerable with anyone before. Mr.Bossman gasped and broke into a wide smile: "You liked it...?!". He looked surprised again. Miss Sexatary nodded blushing. "So, you understand then...? Forgive me?", he reached gently to touch her face. "There is nothing to forgive, silly", she answered closing her eyes. He slid his hand around her waist carefully and stepped to close the gap between them. He stroked her hair again and kissed her on her forhead. "I missed you so much...!",he breathed the words, relaxing against her. Miss Sexatary wrapped her hands around him and pressed her face onto his chest. She could hear his heartbeats and held on a bit tighter. Mr.Bossman pushed his head onto her neck. His lashes fluttered on her skin tickling and his lips grazed her neck. Sighing she lifted her face to kiss his neck hungry for him again. Under her lips and tongue, Mr Bossman cried out silently and bit into her shoulder. She pulled away asn started to open his shirt. The exposing skin of his chest begged to be kissed and she was only too happy to do so. She loved to feel his breathing getting heavier under her kisses. When all the little buttons of his shirt were open, he took his shirt off quickly. Eagerly Mr.Bossman pulled Miss Sexatary´s olive colored kashmir jumper over her head and pulled down the zip of her black skirt. The skirt caressed her legs on it´s way down to her ankles. She stepped out of her skirt and tugged at the belt of his trousers. It opened easily and she helped him out of his dark pants.
Miss Sexatary didnt know quite what to make of his behaviour and yet she felt her own wetness increase by the second. He had always been assertive but this was new... She wanted him so much it felt like pain. She could hear the elevator doors open and close but it didn´t matter much anymore. "Please...", she wasn´t sure what she was asking for but she pleaded with him. Her eyes were glossy with desire and her hands grabbed at his coat desperatelly. Mr.Bossman grunted and let her go. She stumbled back few steps, stunned. Standing infront of him, she felt almost naked. She could almost hear a ticking of a clock standing there in silence, with the anticipation building up in the pit of her tummy. After what felt like an eternity there was still no change on his face. Not knowing what to do she picked up her luggage from the floor. Mr.Bossman said nothing but kept his eyes on her. Slowly she took few steps away from him waiting for him to respond, to stop her. She wanted him to take hold of her and say something, anything! But he said nothing, just pushed his hands into his pants pockets and stared at her. Fumbling to find the right words she glanced at the floor: "Umm... I...Goodnight...I guess... Mr.Bossman".
He said nothing again, didn´t even nod. Miss Sexatary felt like a fool and laughing nervously she turned away from him. She held back the tears stinging her eyes as she searched for her key card in her coat pocket, while she stumbled still on uncertain legs, towards her room. With trembling hands she struggled to open her door, the tears glazing her eyes so she could hardly see now. How humiliating. Her chest felt like someone sat on it as she held back the sobs. She had made a complete fool of herself out there with him... She´d been like a submissive child infront of him and he had just...just...
Miss Sexatary finally managed to get the door open and stumbled into her room kicking her heels off. She dropped her luggage on the floor of the dark hotel room and pushed the door to close it with her hand before releasing the tears. Like floodgates had been opened the tears started and she sobbed to herself. She tried to take her coat off but the damn tears made her vision all blurred and she gave up on the buttons with a frusturated groan. Suddenly she felt a firm hand on her shoulder. Knowing full well who it was she didn´t bother to turn.
"Just leave me alone...!, she was still weeping and knew that any attempt to disguise it was in vain. She tried to shake the hand off her shoulder but instead the hand pushed accross her chest and pulled her backwards, against him. She struggled, bursting into more sobs. "Hey...", his voice was soft now, almost a whisper again. She felt his other hand making it´s way accross her waist, pulling her nearer yet. "Don´t cry, come now...", he sounded different from before, lika a completely new person from the hall way. Miss Sexatary felt confused, what had that been in the corridor?
"No, i told you, leave me alone Mr.Bossman!", she wasn´t going to be humiliated by him again. This was humiliating enough, crying in front of him and so obviously over him too...Jesus.
Mr.Bossman kissed the back of her head. His breath felt hot against her scalp bringing on the trusty old shiver up her spine again. She struggled against him again, swallowing the sobs now. Slowly he let go of her and she darted further away from him. She stood facing the window looking down on the street wiping her tears. She wanted him to go away and again the confusing feelings, she wanted him to stay too. She could hear him move in the dark but couldn´t bring herself to turn to see if he was actually leaving. "Miss Sexy, please. Come here",that wasn´t a command like before in the corridor. "Please...", it sounded like he was pleading with her now.
"I can´t do this, be like this with you anymore Mr.Bossman... That ship sailed when you got transfered", she was calm now. Turning around she was surprised to see him sitting on the large bed in the room. He had taken his brown coat and tie off, they lay on the floor next to him. He looked at her apologetic. "Please...", he repeated again and reached his hand towards her. Miss Sexatary sighed deeply. She walked towards him but changed her mind at the last second and walked past him. She opened her coat and took it off. Miss Sexatary heard Mr.Bossman stand up again and move in the dark. She knew he was coming to her but she still shuddered when she felt his touch. He storked her hair gently and pulled close to her.
"I´m sorry...", his voice was small, quiet. This time he didn´t take a hold of her, he just stood there, very close to her. Miss Sexatary felt him in the dark like if he was infact holding her. He was familiar even in the dark; his size, the scent... She closed her eyes and tried to fight the urge to turn and press up against him.
"I am so sorry...", he said again and continued: "That must have seemed so cold what i did in there... I´m sorry. I was just stunned to see you and for a moment i just lost all control... i know our relationship is more than that to you, it´s so much more than that to me too... that´s why i stopped, i had to stop because it felt wrong, Miss Sexy. I don´t want to treat you like that, not really..."
The words poured out of him. He was out of breath suddenly and shifted his weight from one leg to another. "Please...Can you forgive me?", he sounded anxious, like if there was any doubt wether or not she could forgive him. She turned to him. She felt small with him towering in front of her. She liked it that he was taller than her, wider, so when he did hold her she could just curl up and feel all tiny and girly. "I liked what you were doing out there, i did... atleast untill you let go of me. That scared me. The silence...", she looked up at his eyes and trembled inside. She had never been this honest and vunerable with anyone before. Mr.Bossman gasped and broke into a wide smile: "You liked it...?!". He looked surprised again. Miss Sexatary nodded blushing. "So, you understand then...? Forgive me?", he reached gently to touch her face. "There is nothing to forgive, silly", she answered closing her eyes. He slid his hand around her waist carefully and stepped to close the gap between them. He stroked her hair again and kissed her on her forhead. "I missed you so much...!",he breathed the words, relaxing against her. Miss Sexatary wrapped her hands around him and pressed her face onto his chest. She could hear his heartbeats and held on a bit tighter. Mr.Bossman pushed his head onto her neck. His lashes fluttered on her skin tickling and his lips grazed her neck. Sighing she lifted her face to kiss his neck hungry for him again. Under her lips and tongue, Mr Bossman cried out silently and bit into her shoulder. She pulled away asn started to open his shirt. The exposing skin of his chest begged to be kissed and she was only too happy to do so. She loved to feel his breathing getting heavier under her kisses. When all the little buttons of his shirt were open, he took his shirt off quickly. Eagerly Mr.Bossman pulled Miss Sexatary´s olive colored kashmir jumper over her head and pulled down the zip of her black skirt. The skirt caressed her legs on it´s way down to her ankles. She stepped out of her skirt and tugged at the belt of his trousers. It opened easily and she helped him out of his dark pants.
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