John watched the first glimmer of early morning sun filter through the slight gap in the threadbare curtains, reflecting off the shimmering gloss of Vickie’s long dark hair. Slowly, softly he pulled back the covers from her naked form, his eyes taking in each bit of her. Twenty years before, when he had first seen her naked, she had been a beautiful girl. Now, she was even lovelier. The sight of her winter paled skin took the breath from him. The soft swell of her breasts with their darker nipples caused an involuntary reaction in his loins.

Twenty seven dollars and sixteen cents. His true love was worth so much more but that was all there was in their checkbook.

He folded the covers back over her flat torso until the slight dimple of her belly button was just exposed. John rose slowly to his knees, trying not to disturb her sleep in the early morning. For several moments he simply looked into her beautiful face, watching her nostrils flare as she sucked in breath, smiling slightly as she made that cute almost, but not quite, snoring sound that he liked to hear. He imagined her beautiful eyes, now hidden by her sleeping eyelids. He loved her eyes even more than her pert mouth that so easily curled into a brilliant smile that lit a room.

He lowered his face toward her neck. His nose drank in the faint smell of the inexpensive perfume that lingered from its application the day before. She always smelled so delectable. His lips touched the skin where her long neck met her curved shoulder. The smooth feel of her warm skin against his lips sent lightning coursing through his very being.

He kissed her skin softly working from her neck to her arm and then back to her neck. He listened to her breathing as his kisses worked up to her ear. She did not move a muscle but he heard her breathing change from the long rhythmic cadence of sleep to a more rapid pace. She was still asleep, or at least not quite awake, but the kisses had roused her from the depths of slumber. His kisses moved down her neck once more and then down her chest. He kissed each inch of skin as his mouth moved to her right nipple. He was intensely aware of his body, everywhere it touched her soft skin.The heat of their bodies touch sent a familiar warmth into him that circulated through his every fiber.

His lips sucked a stiffening nipple into his mouth as he was aware of her hand moving to run through his hair, pulling his face tighter as a soft sigh escaped her lips. He sucked with more vigor as his ardor increased. He felt the tip of his hard cock brush the skin of her waist as it rose to full attention. The feel sent violent waves of pleasure through him and he shuddered slightly.

Reluctantly he removed his lips from her left breast and kissed his way to the right, giving that nipple equal time as he sucked it into his mouth. The feel of her fingers running through his hair, encouraging his attention, made him breathe even faster. The slightly larger gap his knees made between her right arm and her body allowed her to move her heretofore pinned arm. She pulled it upward until her hand could close on his throbbing penis. She stroked it softly as her other hand pulled gently on his hair, moving his mouth up to meet her greedy lips.

Their tongues reached for each other and began a dance inside their mouths. They were both breathing faster as the need reached their cores. Vickie’s arm wrapped around her man, pulling him close, feeling the touch of their skin as her other hand stroked him. John’s hand was not idle as it traced the curves of her body sliding to her hip and then over her to find her moist entrance.

He heard her, felt her gasp as his finger slid inside her warm wet slit and gathered slippery juices to lubricate his finger as it slid along her stiff clit.

Vickie arched her back and thrust her hips to the rhythm of his finger as she pulled him even tighter to her. Their kiss became passionate as soft moans escaped her lips. Her hand pulled on his penis, guiding his whole body over hers as her legs spread. Knowing that the woman he loved, wanted him, needed him, increased his own desire. His soul was on fire with longing for her.

John broke their kiss as he rose to his hands and knees. His blue eyes gazed into the depths of her brown ones. He saw her desire for him in her unfocused orbs as he lined his cock up. The feel of her soft sopping pussy on the head of his dick made him tremble slightly. Her hands on his waist urged him forward but he took his time, slowly sliding into her. He gasped as he felt her welcoming pussy slowly engulf his cock. The muscles of her vagina clamped and relaxed on him, urging him inside her. He felt her hips moving but he held his position, luxuriating in the feel of that velvety pussy engulfing him slowly. He stopped when he was all the way inside her. His eyes had never left hers as they traded emotion between the connection of their eyes.

Her legs wrapped around his waist as she began to rock her hips. Her hands pulled him hard, urging him to thrust. John matched her rhythm, as they slowly sped up. His thrusts came faster and he felt her suck in her breath as she pulled herself up to meet the lunges of his hips. Her pussy clamped down on him and he felt her breath explode as her head rolled. His gaze never left her face as she came. John felt a wash of joy flow through him and a smile curled his lips. He actually felt her pleasure. Watching her release was all he really needed but not all there would be.

When she could breathe again, he slowed down, sliding slowly into her until her passion built again. He knew his wife and knew that her desire would return. In moments, her hips were rocking again and he matched her motion. Each thrust came harder. This time, he felt the pressure build. His eyes were locked on hers as he felt the connection of their souls. They were one.

He felt her need for him return as his desire for her intensified. The pressure inside him went almost unnoticed. It was not the feel of impending release for him, but rather the complete merging of the two of them. It was as if his love, his emotion, his very soul was trying to become one with her.

The feeling built as he matched her movements. He was determined to hold off until she came too. He watched her eyes close, her face twist. He felt the first contraction of her vaginal muscles and he allowed his own feelings to flow. He let the pressure come. He allowed his very being to well up inside his throbbing cock. He slammed into her and then stopped at the bottom as his face turned red from the breath that he was suddenly holding. The pressure built, not just in his cock but in his whole being. He gasped as he felt her pussy grab him again. He could hold back no longer. Her whole body convulsed in what he knew was a powerful release. The intensity of his explosion matched hers. Their bodies quaked and his soul exploded along with his cock.

Their mutual orgasm was as if they were connected, two souls merging, becoming one. The pleasure intense, draining, all consuming. The fire of their souls burning in each other quenching each other’s need. The moment lasted an eternity before it was over and they lay gasping for breath, his strength sapped, he sagged to her body as their lips met in a tender kiss that lasted for several minutes before he rolled off her and she moved to snuggle her body against his.

At that moment the alarm clock went off and Vickie began to giggle. She held her man softly in her arms. “Let it ring. I want to hold you for a few minutes. Damn, boy, you are way better at waking a girl up than that alarm clock.” Her eyes were smiling as her lips met his in a soft kiss. The touch of their bodies warmed them but all good things must come to an end and she released him.

John reached for the alarm as she rose with a smile and headed for the bathroom. He lay back on the pillow as his eyes followed the exquisite form, watching the wiggle of her pretty butt as she walked away from him. He loved her even more than he had twenty years ago.

The feeling of failure that had been so close to him since Christmas slammed into him again, driving away the warm wonder that she had left him with in the wake of their loving. Vickie was his true love and she was worth so much more than he was able to give her.

Her face had beamed when she opened the single present from him at Christmas. She had at least pretended to love the cheap sweater that he had managed to get her from K-Mart. She deserved so much more! He felt close to crying. He would do better for Valentines Day. He would show her the depth of his love.

Vickie had been a beautiful girl when he had first started dating her in their second year of High School. He watched her naked form as she walked and thought that she was even more gorgeous, more desirable than she had been then. The hard years she had spent with him had done nothing to dim her beauty. She deserved so much more than the life he had given her.

Thanks to him, she had not reached sweet sixteen without being kissed. In fact, he blamed himself that by her sixteenth birthday she could not reach the sink to help wash her family’s dishes. He had fathered the baby that she had carried.

There had been many options, besides the hard life they had chosen to share, but they had not even considered those. They had been young, but they had also been madly in love. They had loved each other, and the new life growing inside her too much to consider abortion or adoption. Instead, they had chosen a life of hardship and sacrifice to their own love and the life that that love had created.

They were married before either of them reached their seventeenth birthday. They had been offered the chance to live with both of their families while they finished school. Both sets of parents felt a certain animosity toward them. John’s parents considered Vickie the temptress who had wrecked his life. Her father treated John with total disdain, the corrupter of his sweet innocent little girl. Living with them had not been an option, if they had expected to succeed as a couple.

They could have finished school, finished in disgrace. Vickie would have had to go at night since, in those days, pregnant girls or married mothers were not allowed to be exposed to the student body as if such conduct would rub off on the other girls. John would have been almost equally scorned by the administration while the boys might have held him as almost a hero. Instead, he chose and she was forced to abandon school.

Neither family was pleased when they were married. They had tried to talk them both into the other options. Neither family had truly forgiven them for their choice but both had reluctantly accepted it.

John had gone to work, bagging groceries. The money had been slim. The life hard. His money had barely covered the cost of their apartment. The grocery discount had helped, as had their parents. Youth had been a curse in the early years. They had been barely out of diapers themselves when Charley came along. It had not been easy raising him and the sister who followed only a year later. There had been no luxuries in their lives, unless one counted the 19 inch color television, but even that had had to come as a Christmas present from her parents.

John had been a hard worker and promotion and raises had followed along with the benefits that made it possible. Those raises had kept them treading water, rising income that had barely kept pace with the escalating expenses. What John realized was that his ability had seen him further than his education should have allowed. Twenty years later, he was the manager of the grocery department. What he thought, and what the company knew was that if he had accomplished more than his GED, he would be the store manager, if not a district manager.

The only thing that had never failed them was the love that they shared. John was even more in love with Vickie than he had been 20 years before. Their love had endured, intensified through the hard years There had been many times when they worried about having a roof over their heads and food for Charlie and Connie, never had they worried about themselves. Each night they had found comfort in each others arms. Never had they lost the desire for each other. Never had either of them allowed the relationship to become stale. They were not only lovers but best friends who met the challenges of life together and head on.

Vickie had never complained about what she did not have and neither had John. He felt only joy at the years they had spent together, but he loved her so much that he believed that she deserved more.

Ten years ago, Vickie had found employment as a receptionist in an Optometrist’s office. A position that brought in only slightly more than minimum wage. Still every penny had helped in their war with the bills.

Two years ago, Charlie had graduated from High School with honors but he had not been able to garner enough in scholarship money to afford college. He had known that all along. He had never bemoaned their poverty, but like his parents he met the problems head on and solved them. Before graduation, he had enlisted in the Army. The last two years with Charlie gone had been difficult emotionally although they had not showed it. Both John and Vickie missed him, feared for him, especially when he volunteered for duty in Afghanistan.

John would have hardly believed it, but Connie had pulled off a full scholarship to play basketball! John could only shake his head. He knew Connie was good, but the touch of chauvinist in him had expected Charlie to win the athletic scholarship. Connie had never asked for money, but still they knew how hard it was with no spending money and they had sent her what they could.

The last five months had been strange. They had never known time to themselves in the 20 years they had been married. There had never been the time or privacy to wake each other with kisses. There had never been money for movies, or dinners out. They had seen two movies and gone out for dinner on several occasions. Each time was a joy, mixed with the guilt of spending money.

Vickie had celebrated one of the happiest Christmases of her life. Her baby, Connie, had come home from school. The value of the presents she had gotten had not mattered. Most important to her was the look of love she could read in John’s face and the joy of the love she felt for him and her family. She missed Charley, but his phone call from Afghanistan on Christmas Eve had lit her eyes with joy.

She had felt too much happiness to see the pain in John’s eyes when she opened his present. For the first time, he had not shared his feelings with her.

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Vickie had one joy in her life. She loved to write. At first she had practiced her craft with paper and pencil, writing short stories for John (private ones), and more public ones for Charlie and Connie. When the grocery store had updated office equipment ten years before, John had rescued a working computer from the trash. It had even come with word processing software. Vickie was still using it. The only part of that system that had finally gone to heaven was the old daisy wheel printer. It had breathed it’s last gasp just after Christmas. John would gladly have done anything to get her a new one, but it was no use. There was no way to connect one.

The old DOS programs needed to be tailored for a new printer, and that software was no longer being updated. No new printer would work. She needed a new computer.

Vickie did not complain but she did mention the problem at work. Her boss quickly agreed that Vickie could bring her disks to work and print her stories on the office computer/printer.

Anyone who read the words that came from her fingertips, knew that Vickie was good. Very good. She tried once to find a publisher for her romance novels and other works but failed in her attempt to find either a publisher or an agent willing to represent her. It was just a consuming hobby.

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John, too, had one love. A 1966 corvette that his father had given him when he turned 15. It was old then, and worse it had been totaled in a roll over accident. The plan had been to rebuild it. They had expected it to take several years but it had been twenty-one. It still rested in his father’s garage, complete except for an engine. The original motor was so badly rusted that it could not be turned. He could not afford the engine but he could afford to polish the car once each week. He loved that vehicle, dreamed of seeing it on the road with him behind the wheel. His father had offered several times to buy him the engine, but John had known that he could never afford the insurance or the plates to operate it.

The corvette sat in his father’s garage, so beautifully finished that it was more a work of art than a mere car. A work of love and not just a simple refurbishment.

John knew that his dream would never come. As he watched his beautiful wife getting ready for work, he decided. He would sell that car that would never run and purchase her a new computer with all the bells and whistles.

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Dr. Judy Stone was an optometrist but also a fan of pulp romantic fiction. Vickie had worked for her for ten years and Judy had never once had any inkling of her talent, until she allowed her to print her latest work on the company computer.

It had been an accident. Judy had not intended to read the manuscript, unbidden, but when Vickie had gone to lunch with the document printing, the first several pages had stuck to a letter that Judy had needed. After reading the first few paragraphs she had been hooked. Judy had come back to the office after dinner and read the words off the screen till well after midnight. There was only a single chapter left to read when her eyes could focus no longer. She had gone home to sleep, just so she could concentrate on reading the conclusion.

This morning, as Vickie stood before the mirror putting the finishing touches on her appearance, her boss had come in early. Judy was scrolling through the words, now committed to the company computer.

Judy was just finishing the story when Vickie came in.

“Vickie, I need to talk to you. You have a couple minutes?”

“Judy, I work for you. I always have a few minutes for you when I’m at work.”

Judy led her to her private office and closed the door. “Vickie, I owe you an apology. I read your novel on our computer. I read the first bit by accident, but I had to read the rest. I just wanted you to know that I read it. You have a lot of talent. Have you ever tried to have any of your work published?”

“I tried once, but all I got was a lot of rejection letters. Sent it to a dozen or so agents, but they all turned me down. Trying cost me too much. I couldn’t really afford the postage or the paper and ink. So I just write for fun. I’m glad you liked it,” Vickie chuckled. “I have about a hundred more at home you can read if you’d like. This one isn’t my best, but I’d be happy if you read it or any others. You want.”

Judy watched her for a moment. “Would you like to have them published?”

“Of course. It’s my dream, but I’m happy to just write for fun. I really don’t have the money to pursue it.”

Judy looked at her. “Maybe I could help.”

“Judy, I don’t want your money. I’m happy to just write for fun.” Vickie blushed a little and then she smiled. “I think we both need to get to work Doctor. I can hear the first patients now.”

They said no more but Judy knew something that Vickie did not. Her college roommate was an editor for a company that published exactly the type of romance novel that Vickie had written.

That night, Judy sent a long e-mail to her old roommate with the manuscript attached.

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On Valentines Day, John drove his beautiful wife to work as usual, but then he went to his father’s garage, this time not to polish the already glistening coat of the corvette, but rather to say his goodbyes. He needed to buff the car one last time with a loving touch and perhaps the hint of a tear at the corner of his eye.

He knew this car was in perfect condition, except for the engine. If it had been working properly, it would have been worth $25,000 or more. Bill was giving him $2,500. Still, it was more than enough to pay for the new computer he had already spotted for Vickie and new software. His heart sang with the joy she would get from the new computer while his eyes teared at the loss of his precious car.

He watched them hook it up to the wrecker and haul it away. He followed the truck into the street and watched the car rolling away until it was gone from sight. Then he took his money and headed directly to the computer store.

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At the very same instant that John was watching his car disappear into the sunrise, Vickie was in shock. When she came into work that morning there was a stranger there. Judy’s friend had flown in from New York with a check and a contract.

It would be months before her first (and not her best) novel was in print but the publisher had handed her an advance check for $5,000. Vickie had never held so much money before. Her mind was spinning and Judy gave her the rest of the day off and loaned Vickie her car.

It took Vickie only a second before she knew what she was going to do. She was going to get a new engine for John’s prized corvette, but first she wanted to hold the money! She headed straight to the credit union and cashed the check. For a moment or two she fondled the crisp bills, simply enjoying the thrill of holding so much money in her hands.

As soon as she felt the joy of touching the cash, Vickie headed straight for Bill’s Car Parts. Bill had been a friend for years. What she saw shocked her. Vickie and the corvette arrived at practically the same time.

At first there were only some calm questions, but once things became clearer, the interior of the parts store became a very noisy place indeed! Stores hath no fury like a woman pissed, and car parts stores saw few angry females.

When the dust settled, Vickie had bought back the corvette for $3,000 and spent the rest of her money on that new engine and its installation.

Bill had mixed feelings at the conclusion of the transaction. He had never seen the car before he agreed to buy it. He didn’t realize how perfect it was. John had told him it was a finished restoration just needing an engine. Bill had heard that before, but this car was more than just restored, it was obviously a work of love. The car was perfect and Bill knew immediately that it would bring $25,000 or more with just the addition of the motor that was already waiting for it in the shop. For a second, after the corvette had arrived, the cash register had jingled in the back of Bills head. Then a pang of guilt had hit him. Before those internal noises had died, Vickie had hit him! Bill had just made a deal and seen $20,000 fly out the door, but so had his guilt. Still it was a profitable day. He made over $1,000 in just a few minutes after selling the engine and the car back to Vickie.

Perhaps it was the touch of guilt that made him agree to put all the shops resources into installing that engine but it was finished just after lunch. The release of such a fine machine, to its owner is not something for mechanics to rush. There had to be time to admire their work and the artistry of a classic car.

The four mechanics who had done the work had nearly come to blows deciding who got to test drive it. In the end, all four of them took one lap around the block, after each circuit they made minor adjustments until it was better than perfect. It was nearly 4:00 when they decided that they could part with it. Vickie had watched every turn of a screwdriver with a smile on her face.

Vickie had no regrets about her purchases. No qualms that all her money was gone. Only a question about why he would have sold that car. She could hardly wait to show it to him. She could only imagine the look on his face.

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John was not a computer geek. It had taken him most of the afternoon to get the damn computer installed complete with its fully functional printer. He had also prepaid six months of DSL Internet connection for his love. He felt no regret about the sale of his precious car. He could hardly wait to see Vickie’s face. Only one more hour before he picked her up at work! He could barely contain his joy at the thought of seeing her happiness.

He had just finished and stepped out the back door for some fresh air when he heard a car pull up to the house. He started around the garage to see who it could be.

Vickie had seen the car in the drive and could hardly contain her enthusiasm. She couldn’t wait to see John’s face. She also wanted to know what could have gotten into him to make him sell his car. She almost bounded into the house.

Vickie had entered the house just moments before John had come around the garage to see “Bill’s” Corvette in the drive. His heart leaped and crashed at the same time. He felt an intense joy, that his baby was now fully functional and he knew it would turn heads on the street. It was also salt in a fresh wound to know that that car no longer belonged to him. It took him a moment to realize that Bill was not to be seen and a look of confusion crossed his face.

Vickie had searched the house for John, and almost missed the new computer. She had gone right by it looking for John, and had not spotted the new equipment until she had turned around and headed for the door again. She gasped and squealed in joy.

There was a huge grin on her face as she walked to the front door. She watched John take his handkerchief out of his pocket and polish a spot on the corvette’s finish. She watched him from the door for a moment.

“How bout taking your girl for a ride in your new car?”

John looked up to see Vickie standing in the door with a huge smile on her face. “My new car?”

Vickie’s eyes twinkled as she walked quickly toward him. “Your new car. I bought it back for you.”

“How?”

She pulled her love into her arms. “I sold one of my novels, or rather Judy sold one for me. Now stop asking questions, kiss me, take me for a ride and then take me to bed!”

What could a man do but obey his wife?

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Now it was time for my short final speech, my last words. In my fingers I still had Vanessa’s strand of hair. Holding a tiny piece of her gave me the comfort to accept my fate, to die for her. vibrator

“Ladies and gentlemen of the audience and everyone else in attendance, I’m truly sorry that you have to be here so late this evening. It was unnecessary. Please don’t blame me unduly, I shall instead put the blame where it actually belongs… on the heads of the Granger family of Gilbreath County, where they, not I, murdered poor Vanessa Lea Miller and dumped her into a hasty grave. I learned of her murder and sought her killer, Ralph Granger and, after I faced him in his office with my evidence before an abundance of witnesses, he committed suicide. It was the only honorable deed of his entire sordid life. His family, the malevolent Granger clan that oppresses Gilbreath County, felt otherwise. The truth was dangerous to the prestige and power of their family, and, like all other challenges to their excessive unlawful and immoral authority, I must be done away and made an example of. Even though I was already in unlawful custody by the police long before the suicide of Ralph Granger, it was determined that I should be held accountable for his death, and by means of lies and forgeries I was framed for his alleged murder. Not satisfied with this outrage of justice, I was convicted for poor Vanessa’s death as well, despite the fact that if questioned, I could prove that I was living in a town four states away at the time of her death. Naturally, not a single word in my defense was allowed. So here I am today before you. The truth will come out. It must! It shall… and soon! I go to my death now as another murder victim of the Granger’s, but not unwillingly. Although I am innocent of the crimes I was sentenced here for, I accept this fate willingly, if not quite cheerfully, if it will hasten the end of the Granger reign of corruption by even a single day. It will take many steps to accomplish this worthy goal, and my single step off on this rope tonight is but the first. Except for the Grangers, I wish you all the best.”

Refusing the hood, I allowed the rope to be tightened around my neck while my fingers caressed Vanessa’s brown hair strand to find the strength to keep the tears from my eyes and the smile on my face. It was now all over… I had done everything for her that I could do.

I thought of the many dashed hopes I had dreamed of for my life. To find a home, to find a loving wife and have us build together a future. Since this had been impossible for me since my promise to Vanessa, I instead thought of my dreams for my next life… with her. Of growing up together as childhood friends and neighbors, to our growing love while in school, then our marriage and our wonderful children and then finally our golden years in retirement walking together on a sandy beach hand in hand. Bereft of everything I had yearned for this life, I prayed that find my contentment somewhere, somehow in the next one. Now that my oath was fulfilled I had oh so many regrets.

I heard the sound of the wooden door under my feet opening but I never felt the impact of my neck snapping. There were many worse ways to die.

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At first I thought something had gone wrong. I looked around and saw that I was still standing on top of the gallows. The warden and the executioner were standing next to me looking down into the open trapdoor and at the taunt extended rope that bore my lifeless body. I gave it a quick look to make sure that I was still hanging there, and I was. It was really quite disconcerting actually.

Ok… I was dead. This was to be expected, but I had rather expected that I now would be somewhere else entirely. This was now very disconcerting. No one looks their best when dead, but I thought the wane little smile on my face made me look at least contented with my fate and death.

Looking back over to the witness room, I was moderately amused to see that the Granger brothers were now at the center of the media attention. The two formerly bored newspaper reporters were now delighted to be at the center of some Pulitzer wining investigative journalism, and they were getting some first hand experience dealing with the stench of the Granger corruption. Another local TV camera crew was getting right into their faces and repeating my charges against them and not receiving much in the way of any replies. In fact, looking at the two brothers with my ghostly eyes, I could see that Vanessa’s plan would indeed work to perfection.

Their age of misrule was already over. There would be newspaper stories, state investigations, FBI and DEA agents turning over every rotten leaf in the county. Witnesses could come forward in droves to hand over hidden documents that ought to have been shredded or burned long ago… but instead held as insurance for a future day of need, and now that day was near at hand. Vanessa would receive her long postponed autopsy (they would find her wearing my jacket inside her coffin), as would Ralph’s body, both confirming my claims of murder and suicide. Both Granger brothers, and several of their uncles, nephews, nieces and cousins, would soon face federal trials and a few would eventually face long walks from death row to their own eventual scheduled appointment with the executioner. Vanessa and I had been avenged.

I should have cried tears of happiness, but apparently the dead can’t cry.

I looked to my right hand to look upon her hair once more, to gather the strength to find my path in this strange afterlife but it was now gone. Instead, Vanessa had now appeared and was holding my hand, as beautiful as she ever was in life. I had only seen her under the veil of shadow, but now she shone as the sun.

Her touch, once freezing to me, was now warm and soothing and I fell into her arms. Apparently the dead can cry tears of love and joy, and I let them flow for a very long time.

“Would you live for me?” She asked.

“Yes. All of the days of my next life! Can we be together, in happiness? To live and love and marry and raise our children… and live the life that we ought to have had here before it was taken away from us?”

“Come with me then, it’s time to go. We have a new future together just waiting to begin!” She said, holding my hand tightly as a lover would, and with a smile we disappeared in a flash of warm light. Going to a better place, and a new happier life… together at long last.

“Y…yes, I will, but I don’t know what to do or how to save you… or myself.” I told her, giving myself up completely to her cause and need for justice.

“Don’t be too afraid. It’s the only way. I’ll tell you what to do and then everything will be all settled. There will be some discomfort, some sadness, but in the end everything will be better, and then we can be together… in peace and happiness this time. Trust me.”

I did. She told me what I must do and how I must act. Her kisses were like burning hoarfrost that devoured my soul and made me weak but yet brave in her arms. I was still terribly afraid… but her anchor on my soul now gave me the strength and courage to act and speak on her behalf and go where she could not.

It would all be alright in the end… I was sure of it now.

She was once more wearing my jacket when she seemingly melted away right into my arms, but leaving me this time a single long strand of her hair left in my fingers. I expected it to melt away in my hand at the first break of daylight, but it remained in my hands. It was a lovely honey-brown color and I wished I could have seen it and caressed her hair in life.

I never saw my jacket again.

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My final campaign began in the wee hours of Monday morning. Using my hidden savings I had printed up a thousand handbills of my Manifesto, “Ralph Granger — Murderer of Vanessa Miller!” and I had put copies up on telephone poles, in mailboxes and on car windshields all over the county. I even put up a few larger signs on the county square and in front of the larger businesses in the county, including Ralph’s office building.

The signs would get taken down fast, but it would take a while to find and remove them all and in the meantime the word would spread. The accusation would have been publicly made and not easily refuted.

I tried to stay out of sight and keep a low profile until the last of my flyers were distributed and the business day at Ralph’s office was well underway. I wanted a full house for my one big speech… it was quite unlikely that I’d get a similar opportunity and I wanted to make the most of it.

Ralph, a rather nervous and seedy looking individual in his late twenties who appeared to be heavily partaking of his own methamphetamine products, was the nominal manager of a regional telemarketing call center in the county seat. Frankly, even this was probably beyond his limited managerial capabilities, but in this nepotistic county there was always some mostly harmless place to put the idiot sons and nephews to give them some sort of useful work. Allegedly, he and some old school buddies were also brewing up meth and after smoking up all that they could, they then tried to distribute the rest. Only family connections were keeping him out of jail. Not even his drug fueled rampages and his impulsive murder of Vanessa had been enough embarrassment for his dad and his uncles to quietly dispose of their troublesome kin.

After today, it was now going to be much too late. I got out of my truck and gave it a last caress goodbye. It had been good to me, driving me across seven different states in the last seven months and I hoped its next owner would treat it well. Where I was going soon, I would be unlikely to ever need it again.

**********

Ralph’s call center was a large former factory building not far from the center of town that had been converted into a large open cubicle work area, hosting at least two hundred employees to handle the phone calls. At a glance I could tell that it was really sucky work, especially for young ladies forced to work under Ralph’s roving and exploitative eyes. Most of the phone workers were women, local girls and housewives that desperately needed the extra income… even at the risk of falling prey to the sexual interest of Ralph or his even cruder friends. The aura of fear, hopelessness and misery was palpable everywhere inside.

I smiled at the girls and cleared my throat. It was a big noisy room but I was sure that even the poor gals in the furthest corner would be able to hear me. I wouldn’t have long at all; already I could see Ralph in his corner glass office looking at me in panic and starting to dial a number on his telephone. They would be coming for me soon, much too soon… but I would have time to tell Vanessa’s story, and in front of a lot of witnesses. Not all of which could be frightened into permanent silence after this was all over.

“Ralph! Come out of your office so that you can defend yourself. I will not harm you in any way, but I do wish to speak to you, to accuse you before these witnesses of the willful murder of Vanessa Miller. Why did you kill her Ralph? Because you had date-rape drugged her in the first place to bring her into your bed? Because she repeatedly fought to avoid your unwanted advances and the loathsome touch of your hands upon her? You’ve violated dozens, maybe over a hundred young women Ralph, but once you found Vanessa you swore that you’d keep her and make her yours. You kept her against her will, Ralph. Here under your sharp eyes while at work and then locked into your bedroom at night where you made her submit to you. Say this isn’t so, Ralph?”

Ralph said nothing to me, but jabbered some more into his telephone, apparently in a near complete panic. The rest of my audience was giving me their complete attention and several young (and not-so young) ladies were nodding in agreement with every word I said.

“You got her pregnant Ralph, the thing that she feared and dreaded the most, being forced to bear your child, the permanent reminder of your abuse and rape. She wanted to terminate it, to escape from you, to run away to some place far away where she could excise every single trace and memory of you — but you wouldn’t let her go. In your drug-fueled anger at her disobedience, you kicked down the bathroom door where she was then having a bout of morning sickness nausea and you beat her in a fury of rage until, at length in your insane fury, you drowned her with her head inside the toilet bowl until she was dead and oh so cold to the touch. You murdered her Ralph, and then unable to take even the slightest responsibility for your crime you then dumped her body into the pond behind the house to be found later. Isn’t that so, Ralph?”

Ralph still made no reply. Now he was cowering under his desk with his hands pressed over his ears so that he could blot out my stinging words. I just spoke up louder, right outside his locked glass office door so that he could hear every single word. My time was almost up and the sheriff’s deputies would be here any moment to haul me away.

“Your father helped you cover up the crime and called in the rest of the family to make sure that no one paid the slightest bit of attention to yet one more grave in the county cemetery. Poor Vanessa went into that cold, cold ground quickly that first night, away from friendly eyes or anyone who might show have the slightest interest in her demise. Even now, the Grangers will hold together, lying their old tired lies and frightening or beating anyone who dares utter a word of the real truth, like me. They think they can still protect you, but they can’t… not from her. By telling her story I’ve released her – she’s now free and loosened from her deep cold prison. When you leave here today you will see her. When you look into the mirror you will see her lurking behind you. When you lock yourself into your bedroom tonight she will be there inside with you as well. You cannot escape her ever again, her blue eyes will look into yours and you will hear her cries of ‘J’accuse!’ You can never escape what you have done, but you can choose to confess your crimes here and now… or else you can take them to your grave, when Vanessa comes to you for her revenge. What shall it be Ralph?”

Oh, for just a few minutes more… unfortunately, the rescue party of sheriff’s men came bursting through the door right at this point and soon had me down face to the floor with a heavy boot in the middle of my back and soon handcuffed. Ralph was blubbering something but I couldn’t distinguish anything of what he was saying. Frankly at this point it didn’t much matter. I had told my story and there were now witnesses that knew the real truth.

A half hour later I was back in jail and getting the worst beatdown of my entire life. It cost me three teeth and four broken ribs but even at the end I could still laugh at my persecutors.

Late the next morning, I learned that Ralph had been found dead in his father’s home, of a single gunshot wound. Self-inflicted. Apparently Vanessa had come to pay him a visit and her direct and more personal accusations had steadied his nerves and his trigger hand. I would have smiled at the news, but my face hurt far too much.

Later in the afternoon I learned, that despite being already held in custody, I was going to be formally accused of Ralph’s murder… and that of Vanessa’s as well, assuming they could find a way to fudge the evidence reports. All of my booking paperwork from yesterday was removed to be shredded and burned… as if it had never happened. Now I was ‘arrested’ once again and a new fraudulent paper trail was created, every single page and report was a travesty of justice and pure outright fraud.

Ralph’s father wrote a deposition claiming he had seen me at the house threatening Ralph once again, right before he heard the single gunshot. The ’suicide gun’ was relocated across the room by the doorway with the prints wiped off clean. Ralph, like Vanessa, was buried with extreme haste and without a coroner’s investigation or autopsy.

I just laughed and laughed. The more forged evidence they planted, created or forged, the more I just laughed in their faces. The family was desperate; I had been too bold, too public with my charges and I must be made to go away, fast and silently, and most importantly permanently. They even tried the trick of leaving my cell door ‘accidentally’ unlocked at night so that I could be shot while trying to escape. They were franticly seeking the quickest possible fix. That ‘fix’ was a forged confession letter that rounded off my case for prosecution at an all too speedy trial.

Three days after my alleged murder of Ralph Granger I was standing manacled and gagged in the courtroom of his uncle, the county criminal court judge Wyatt Granger, who took less than fifteen minutes to hold my trial and convict me of two counts of murder in the first degree. I never got to utter a single word in my defense, nor did I have even any sort of legal representation. All of these trivial details would be forged up later in a bogus trial transcript where I had alleged confessed to every crime, as if I were in a Russian kangaroo court in the days of Stalin.

The sentence was of course Death.

Underneath my gag I was still laughing at the poor fools. It would take time, but they had now sown the seeds of their own destruction more completely and thoroughly than anything I possibly could have ever done on my own. The sands of the glass timer were now slowly falling and nothing on earth was now going to be able to stop their advance, and our belated justice upon the Grangers.

*********

You might be saying to yourself about now ‘Ok, nice frame-up, but it’s all just too obvious. Somebody, somewhere will catch on and real justice would then start to ensue, right?’ Well not quite… yes and no, mostly no. Jails all over the world are full of ‘innocent’ people, poor folks caught at the wrong place at the wrong time, or who just had the wrong sort of enemies. The world everywhere is full of lazy police and prosecutors unwilling to reach for anything except the lowest hanging fruit on the tree, blind to other suspects that might cost them both time and money to pursue. One bird in a hand is better than a dozen other ones hidden in a bush… even if it’s the wrong bird. Innocent men and women are on death row and die there with regularity. Once the system has made a decision it is difficult to the point of near impossibility to stop the train of justice and get the wheels to slowly go backwards to fix even the most blatant mistakes. Governors are elected on ‘tough on crime’ platforms and often tend to view convicted felons as 100.00% guilty of their crimes. Common sense has almost never played any role in any courtroom anywhere.

While it is true there are anti-death penalty activists and “Innocence” organizations that crusade for cases like mine, they are all under-funded and heavily overworked. They too look mostly for the low-hanging fruit; low labor and costs — high reward cases. More than anything else, these groups seek out martyrs to further their political ends. The idea of an innocent man being wantonly executed by a harsh and uncaring state would make them salivate with pleasure, and they would leave no stone unturned in their path to make the most political gain, not to mention reap tons of favorable publicity. To them politically, one dead martyr to their cause was worth a dozen still living wrongly convicted death row inmates. I was counting heavily on this.

All of this was true in my case especially. The Grangers were extremely politically powerful in the state and they were friends (and big campaign finance donors) with the Governor, his Attorney General and the state administrator of prisons. I wasn’t the first troublemaker they had railroaded into prison for life, or worse. I didn’t have any money for lawyers other than the crappy next to useless ones appointed to draft my automatic death penalty appeal, most of whom couldn’t even explain what a tort was, well, correctly anyway.

On the surface, the evidence against me seemed to be overwhelming, albeit largely circumstantial, and no one I met while on death row for the next three and a half years seemed to show any inclination towards scratching at anything below the top surface of my case. As far as I was concerned, matters were progressing exactly as I wished them to and I wasn’t bending over even slightly to assist any of my appalling young and woefully inexperienced legal staff. Most of the male lawyers were barely old enough to shave. None were willing to accept my quite even tempered claims of innocence or even once indulged in any basic investigation of the facts of my case. So be it.

Soon faced with the decision of either appealing my sentence to spend years if not decades tilting at windmills in the hope of finding an attorney willing to work pro-bono that would actually investigate my case, or to just to drop my appeals and await my execution, I felt I had no choice but to choose the latter. Time was not on my side. The longer I waited the fewer witnesses that would be available to later investigators and there would be a greater risk of more genuine evidence being lost or destroyed. For Vanessa to get her complete revenge, my role in it had to be completed as quickly as possible. By waiving my final appeals, I could be facing the hangman’s rope in just a matter of months now, instead of years or even decades.

I accepted my fate… but I didn’t have to like it one little bit. I didn’t want to die… but I was willing to, to save Vanessa.

*********

By eleven-thirty that fateful night I made my final prayers and confessions to the prison chaplain, who was a rather likeable and wise old man that had known for some time that another innocent man was about to make that last final walk tonight.

I’d just finished my last meal, a rather pleasant dish of old-fashioned chicken and dumplings. Given a choice of nearly anything for a final last dinner, most inmates simply pick a cheeseburger and fries, and I quite understand why. They want something comforting to remind them of home. In my case I was remembering and craving something from my childhood. Happier memories from a simpler age and time.

Earlier in the evening, with both the chaplain and the warden present, I recounted the complete telling of my story, much as I have told it here. They also signed as witnesses my final notarized statement of the truth containing the facts of the case of the murder of Vanessa Miller, the suicide of Ralph Granger, the resulting cover-up and my kangaroo court trial. In the hands of a good crusading anti-death penalty lawyer, this length and comprehensive statement that recounted everything I had learned and every witness I had spoken to, would give any investigator a complete roadmap to the truth. In the hands of a good political zealot, this statement would blaze the trail for one of the biggest political scandals in a generation.

Part of me was scared that this would all be for naught, but holding Vanessa’s single long brown hair both calmed and reassured me. Somehow I still trusted her. The warden and the chaplain both thought I was benignly daft.

“Let me call the Governor and get a 48 hour stay of execution!” The warden begged. “I can call in the state police and if even one of the accusations you make is accurate then you’ll get an automatic appeal. There is no need to throw away your life in order to get revenge!”

“I’m not throwing away my life. I’m willingly but begrudgingly sacrificing it in order to fulfill an oath and to make the world a much better place after I’m gone. Hopefully quite soon. Warden, were you ever in the military?”

“Semper Fi!” he replied, and I nodded.

“In combat, would you have risked your life for a fellow Marine? Maybe even fallen upon a hand-grenade to save your squad? Or even fought against impossible odds on a dark street at night to protect the life of your wife and children, just to give them an extra chance at survival?”

He agreed he would do all or any of those things. I rather liked my warden; he was a fair man and a pretty good egg under his hard external shell.

“This is the exact same sort of thing that I am now doing. I’m going to fall on that grenade so that the decent men and women of Gilbreath County can someday enjoy the breath of non-corrupt air and so that no more of their wives and daughters will ever have to undergo even a small part of what Vanessa suffered. I have to do this… for her and for them.”

I think they both now truly understood. They both promised that they would see that my statements got into some proper hands where they could do some good.

********

Entering the execution chamber, I was a bit surprised. I almost expected some gothic chamber of horrors, complete with blood stains on the concrete, or the rampant odor of mildew and old fecal material or the stench of stale urine, but instead the room was bright and clean. It was almost a cheerful room, albeit with a slight heavy odor of pine-sol industrial cleaner. I was even more surprised to see some of my old nemesis’s sitting in the glass paned small witness room to watch my sentence being carried out. I guess the top Grangers wanted to make sure that I was finally out of their hair. Eli Granger was staring at me with undisguised hatred and only the presence of a preacher sitting next to him kept his rage and manners in check. His elder brother the judge sitting on the other side of him was a bit more circumspect, almost bored even, as if he wished to get a trivial annoyance done and out of his life for good.

Sorry, I wasn’t going to oblige them. I was willing to die to save Vanessa, and the others, but I wasn’t going to go meekly or gentle into that good night. The warden promised me that I’d have a few short minutes to make a final statement right at the end. Not long enough to tell my story over again to the pair of bored newspaper writers that were drinking coffee in a vain attempt to ward off the lateness of the hour, but enough to leave everyone with just a taste or hint of what was to come next. Or so I could only hope.

“Would you die for me?” The shadowy female hitch-hiker asked me not fifteen seconds after she got into my car.

I don’t normally pick up hitch-hikers, even rather lovely young and attractive appearing female ones, but when I saw her walking along the side of the lonely county road, miles from anywhere, hunched over in the cold late autumn rainy drizzle, something other than my head told me to hit the brakes and stop for her. Now, just a few moments later, I was wondering if I had suddenly picked up some sort of deranged serial killer who cruised remote rural roads near midnight on certain dark and moonless Friday nights.

“Ummm… probably not.” I admitted to her. In the murky rainy gloom, without a streetlight for miles, I really couldn’t get a very good look at her, but she didn’t seem to have a knife or any other sort of weapon in hand that was itching to bisect my throat.

“Well, that’s not a ‘no’, so I guess we can still become friends. I’m just… visiting here, really not much more than a passing stranger. A death in the family… murder, actually.” Her voice was low and sort of wispy, but I could clearly understand her every word.

“I’m fairly new here myself. Just passing through, really. I’m doing some grunt day labor over at the big grain silo in Bonner’s Grove. Not many jobs hereabout, but I needed to make a little more money before going back out on the road. Seeing America, finding myself, getting my shit together… you know.”

“I do actually. I’m still trying to get my shit together also, but it has been a pretty rough year for me. Slow down a bit, my stop is just up around the next curve in the road.”

I took that curve but didn’t see anything other than fog, mist and drizzling rain. If there was a farmhouse anywhere nearby, I didn’t see any lights. Still I pulled my old beat-up truck over to the side so that she could get out.

“Here! I said, suddenly in an unexplained moment of chivalry. “It is nasty wet and cold out there and you must still have a bit of walk to get home. Take my coat; it’s warm and it will keep you a bit dry. You can return it to me on Monday at the silo.” “Thanks! I’m not sure I can make it there, but I’ll make sure you get it back.”

She took the coat and put it on, and as she opened the passenger door to leave me, she bent over and gave me a slight peck on the cheek. Her lips were cold, nearly freezing cold. As cold as a grave doesn’t even begin to cover it. I was now glad I had given her the coat!

With that she walked off a bit down the road, just a shadowy figure that was nearly at once out of sight.

“Lady! You never told me your name?” I shouted off to her just as she disappeared out of sight on the other side of an iron fence. Instead of a reply I only heard some faint laughter that was soon lost in the cold wind and rain.

***********

I would have forgotten about this incident all-together, except for a couple of little disturbing facts. First, that the passenger seat and backrest of my truck were bone dry where she had sat. She had been walking in the rain and must have been soaked to the bone… but there wasn’t a single damp spot on the seat or the floorboard that I could find. Not one drop.

The other thing that bothered me was the way I did recover my coat. After waiting nearly a full week for her to show up at my work to return it, I decided the next Thursday evening after work that I would try to find the house where she was staying. It was a little tricky finding the spot where I had dropped her off, and at first I was certain that I’d gone to the wrong place. Gilbreath County Cemetery isn’t the usual place to deposit lovely young ladies in the middle of the night. I checked with the farms on all sides of the graveyard, but none of them had a young lady as a guest, or recognized the extremely vague and quite inadequate description I could give of her. I didn’t even know her hair color. Discouraged and walking back to my truck, I took a short-cut through the graveyard and soon found my coat. It was carefully hung up over a gravestone where I could easily see it.

The gravestone said simply “Vanessa Lea Miller”, along with her birth and death dates. The dates revealed that Vanessa was a young woman barely twenty-three years old. It was a fresh grave too, scarcely four months old. There were no flowers, not even plastic ones. Nothing was left here, except for my coat, to show that anyone had cared for or missed the late Miss Miller.

A chill ran down my back as I picked up my jacket and put it back on. The outside layer was very rain resistant and its inner layers were still quite dry. Still I felt quite cold all of the way back to my small rooming house. I naturally assumed that I had met Vanessa’s sister that last Friday night, but something kept bothering me for the rest of that night and the next day, Friday at work.

*********

At work I asked everyone I knew about the ‘murder’ of Vanessa Miller. Most of the guys had no idea whom or what I was talking about. Others changed the subject on me hard, and moved away from me if I pursued the subject. Around lunchtime, the silo foreman took me aside to find out why I was asking about such an unpleasant (and politically incorrect) matter and urged me, for the sake of my future employment… and my health, to drop the matter. Completely.

I didn’t disagree. I kept my trap shut the remainder of the workday, collected my paycheck, cashed it, got showered and changed for a little night on the town, and ended up as usual at Frankie’s Ice House. I like Frankie’s. The place is an unapologetic dive that serves one purpose only, to provide the local guys with a quiet place to drink — cheaply. You can get pretty much hammered at Frankie’s for about twenty dollars or less, but I was after the complete treatment tonight and stayed until at least one o’clock in the morning, when my table had too many empty beer bottles on it to fit any more fresh ones.

The subject of Vanessa, and her apparent mysterious relative, was not discussed once all evening. Frankie’s patrons don’t hold much to making casual, let alone controversial conversation. Much for the same reason that the jukebox in the corner isn’t even plugged in. Silence is the tonic that makes the drink flow smoothest at Frankie’s.

I really shouldn’t have driven home, but the late night wet and cold sobered me up fast. I kept telling myself it would be safe to drive home… that I wouldn’t see her ever again.

No one was more surprised than me to see my shadowy and mysterious lady once again walking that same stretch of lonely road in the early hours of the morning, but now she stopped and apparently was waiting for me.

I knew when I was screwed, so once again I pulled over for her.

**********

“Would you die for me?” The pale but pretty hitch-hiker asked me once again just moments after she got into my car. She ought to have been soaked to her skin from the cold rain, but I grasped her hand and like the rest of her it was bone dry.

“Darling, I would sustain any matter of bodily harm defending your virtue and protecting your honor, but I’m not quite ready for the grave just yet.”

“Fair enough,” she replied with something of a twinkle in her dark eyes as she leaned over to peck me on the cheek again. Her touch was once again bitterly cold, and her lips nearly sucked all of the warmth from my body. Despite my teeth now chattering and with my blood running in near frozen channels through my body, I was now dead sober and I looked upon her with a combination of fear and unabashed curiosity. I could almost see her eyes, still in shadows. Were they grey or a lovely pale blue that was lost under the cover of her wet bedraggled hair that would undoubtedly feel all too dry to my touch?

I had so many questions for her, but I feared the answers even more. The memory of old Cub Scout campfire ghost stories of the perils of phantom hitchhikers was once again fixed in my mind. I wanted to hold her and kiss her but I was terrified at the thought of what would happen even more.

“Drop you off at the same place?”

“If you please.”

We drove in silence for over five minutes until I could see her corner coming up in the distance.

“I tried to find out a bit about you… your sister at my work, but no one will listen to me. Some of the men were just plain scared of making any trouble; others were frightened at what would happen if some important people in the town and at the county seat found out that some questions were being asked. No one would help me or lift a finger to get involved… and now I’m scared and frightened too.”

“You should be,” she said with a slight smile as I stopped in front of the graveyard for her late night visitation.

“What can I do?” I earnestly begged her. The dread on my face was obvious and plain to see.

“Be a dear and loan me your coat again for the night. You just won’t believe how cold I’ve been lately. You’ll know where you can find it again when you need it.

I gave her my jacket once again and before she got out of the car she gave me a little kiss on my lips. It burned and froze me both at once. It was exquisite and yet it was soul crushing. I think it was supposed to make me feel brave… and it sort of did. I could feel her touch lingering on me, like a tiny anchor now roped onto my soul to protect it, hopefully, under the rough and dangerous seas that I was sure were now coming.

“Be brave.” She said with a small but penetrating voice that cut through my fear and the outside wind and rain like a crisp new windshield wiper upon wet glass. “You promised me your physical pain to protect my honor and I’m going to hold you to your oath. You are going to know true fear and undoubtedly real bodily pain, but if you’re the kind of man I hope you are, then I know you will persevere. I’m so counting on you… There is no one else who can or will listen to me.”

In a moment she was gone, out of sight and probably over the fence once more inside the cemetery. Just as I had expected, her seat was dry and didn’t leave the slightest trace of her, and I was left alone once more shivering with the cold and my fear of my now very uncertain future.

To discover the truth of Vanessa’s murder, I was going to have to ask a lot more questions to a lot more people, and much more firmly. Many of them weren’t going to like the subject matter and a select few of them would undoubtedly soon begin to make my life a living hell.

I wasn’t long left in suspense. I also found my jacket Saturday morning right on top of Vanessa’s grave mound as if she had been lying right there on top of it before sinking into the rain sodden ground.

*******

By the lunch whistle on Monday, I was flat out of a job — fired by the silo foreman ‘for my own good’. Several other helpful former coworkers urged me to get my ass out of the county – fast. The sooner the better. I just couldn’t do that… I’d made a promise that I intended to keep, even though I was sure that it was going to cost me dear.

I spent Tuesday in the County Records office where the clerks and I played a complicated and tiresome game of ‘keep-away’. I wanted the see the autopsy and court records for Vanessa’s case and they claimed they didn’t have anything on her at all, blaming instead the county coroner. I knew better; I’d met the coroner on Monday evening and he swore to me that the county sheriff had interrupted him before the autopsy had been barely started, taking away all of his preliminary notes and telling him that the case was already closed.

What little I did learn convinced me beyond a doubt that Vanessa had been murdered alright. Allegedly she had been found floating one morning in a small stock pond behind Eli Granger’s house. The words ‘accident’ and ‘mishap’ had been used a lot by the sheriff’s men and by the county judge who indecently ruled her case shut and closed a mere three hours after the discovery of her nude floating body. The coroner knew otherwise; normal drowning victims don’t show signs of a recent severe beating or have loud and quite distinct finger strangulation marks around their neck.

Vanessa had been murdered, and the evidence instantly pointed to her sometime boyfriend, Ralph Granger, Eli’s son. Remember that name, Granger. It shows up a lot at every level of the local county government. A Granger was County Sheriff, a Granger was Chief County Clerk, another was the County Judge, and so forth. You get the idea. Rural southern nepotism at it’s finest. The Grangers had run Gilbreath County for nearly fifty years and took their dime or quarter upon every single dollar that was earned inside the county line. Most of the regular folks were getting more than a bit upset about this and were pretty much itching for some change, but the Granger family kept enough goons in deputy uniforms to keep the piece… and drive off the troublemakers.

By Wednesday evening, I was certified as county troublemaker #1. The word had gotten around fast that I was asking embarrassing questions about young Ralph’s stormy relationship with Vanessa. Some of her co-workers were beginning to open up to me and I was starting to hear some rather interesting stories about Ralph usual courtship rituals with young women like Vanessa that included drugging, forcible seduction, outright rape, and boatloads of physical and psychological abuse afterwards to keep their women in line.

As a side industry, he and his friends were involved deeply in a side operation of methamphetamine manufacturing and trafficking. Since I didn’t have a job anymore, I was using a bar table at Frankie’s to meet my reluctant witnesses. The quiet somberness suited the mood and the grimness of their stories. I was not getting a lot of different pieces of the puzzle, and it was a dark and unhappy one.

Not long after sharing drinks with a nice young gal who was a former co-worker of Vanessa’s, two rather impolite sheriff’s deputies came bursting into Frankie’s and quickly grabbed me and hauled me right out of there, with my boots scraping a furrow behind me through the decades old layers of peanut shells that covered the floor two inches deep in some spots. My captors didn’t even have any questions for me, other than my name. Once I’d identified myself they just commenced to beat the total crap out of me. Once I was satisfactorily bloodied enough to be booked, I was admitted to the presence of his august immenseness, the County Judge, who seemed to be holding a special night court session just for me. In less than five minutes, I was declared guilty of being a vagrant, since I no longer held a job, and fined for the full amount of money that they found in my wallet and for good measure then sentenced to a week in jail. Luckily, I don’t keep my savings in my wallet, I’ve got a little hidden hidey spot in my truck where I keep my important stuff.

Life on the road can sometimes be a little hazardous.

**********

To be honest, this wasn’t exactly my first time in jail, but this was the first time that I’d actually been more or less innocent. I’d been wild as a kid, hanging out with gangs of kids older and mostly braver than me. I had nothing to do with crimes involving the use of a gun, but just about anything else was fair game, especially petty theft. I did drive a getaway car once for a couple of casual friends who shot and nearly killed a convenience store clerk, a kid just barely older than me. I hadn’t known that my friends were armed or I wouldn’t have agreed to help them.

I knew that some sort of line had been crossed and I didn’t like it and I never worked a job with those guys again, but I still kept and spent the $225 that was my share of the loot. Two weeks later I got caught trying to jack a car and my minor crime spree on the streets was all over. The judge offered me five years of hard time up at State Prison, or four years in Army Infantry as a front line grunt. I took the Army, and it was the best decision of my life. The service was the family that I’d never really had before and I pretty quickly got my shit straightened out and became a model soldier. I spent my time on the DMZ in Korea and then did a tour in the Big Sandbox before getting out to start to make an entirely new life for myself. I’m still not quite an angel, but I’ve tried pretty hard to stay on the right side of the law ever since. Since I’d left the service six months ago I’ve worked and travelled through seven states, looking for someplace that I could call home, but nothing has seemed quite right to me yet.

Now, finding the law here to be on the wrong side of truth and justice was a bit of a surprise to me.

******

I managed to survive my week in prison, but I was astonished that my ribs and teeth all survived the stay intact, albeit extremely loosened. I was beaten, semi-starved and humiliated in nearly every way possible, but I kept focused and grit my teeth and endured. ‘Pain is just weakness leaving the body,’ one of my old Army physical training instructors had told me. Quite true. They were not yet willing to kill me, so their abuse and pain was just making my will that much stronger than theirs. I would survive… and someday soon they would pay.

When my week was up my things were returned to me and I was given clear and extremely precise instructions to leave the county and never return. I did leave the county, but just for two days. I caught up on my sleep and tried (utterly in vain) to interest any of the other surrounding county newspapers or sheriff’s officers in my story.

Some folks had some sympathy for me, and one neighboring sheriff actually bought me dinner while listening to my story, but the end result was the same. The Grangers were too powerful to go directly against, especially with petty claims. They would need something big – big enough to bring in the Fed’s like a major civil rights investigation, or even the DEA, to handle the rumors of major methamphetamine distribution in that county. They wanted the Grangers’ gone as much as anyone, but first there needed to be some sort of solid proof to get an investigation kickstarted.

‘Extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence.” I heard this repeatedly from nearly everyone I spoke with. They weren’t unwilling or disinterested… but they needed something firm that they could hold onto and use to bring in the Fed boys running to their assistance.

Somehow, for Vanessa’s sake, I had to find something tangible and real.

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Late Friday evening I turned the truck around and drove back into Gilbreath County. I intended to go to Frankie’s to quietly have a few beers while my brain tried to think of a clever plan. Instead I soon found myself driving past the ice house and travelling down that gloomy rural country road that lead to Vanessa’s cemetery. I began willing myself to not look towards the roadside, hoping that I would miss her in the dark cold and rain. Funny, it seems that it had rained nearly every day I’d been here. I was also beginning to think that I’d never see the sun or ever become warm again inside. Surely she wouldn’t be waiting for me to come again tonight?

When I saw Vanessa’s ghostly figure waiting for me on the side of the road I knew I was well and truly trapped with no possible escape. I needed to make an iron-clad case for the Feds to investigate so that Vanessa could have justice… I never guessed that it would be my own case.

Julian decided to visit one of the adult book and video stores in a gay section of the city. He had never been in one of those stores before and he was understandably nervous on his first visit. Julian walked in and he was greeted by the clerk behind the desk. Julian walked around trying to look normal but he was overwhelmed by all of the sexual material. There were videos, books, novelties and sexual toys of all sorts. His nervousness was more apparent than he thought.

“Is this your first time here?” a voice whispered from behind him.

“Yes, it is. Is it that obvious?” Julian whispered in reply.

“Yeah but don’t let it bother you. It’s normal to be nervous. I’m Allan,” the handsome young man said holding out his hand.

“Julian,” Julian replied shaking the stranger’s hand.

“Come with me Julian and I’ll show you something,” Allan said and then he walked toward the back of the store.

As if in a trance, Julian followed Allan into the back room where there a large number of private video booths. Allan picked out a booth and locked the door after he and Julian were inside. Allan then put some tokens in a slot and a gay movie appeared on the screen immediately. Julian couldn’t believe his eyes as he had never seen a gay porn movie. There were three men in the video and one was on his knees getting fucked in the ass while he sucked the cock of the third man. Allan rubbed Julian’s crotch through his pants until Julian was hard which didn’t take long. Allan then unfastened Julian’s belt unzipped his pants and pushed them with his briefs down to his ankles.

Allan then dropped to his knees and took Julian’s rock hard cock in his mouth. Julian was so turned on that he came in Allan’s mouth almost immediately. Allan sucked down every drop of Julian’s cum and he drained Julian’s cock dry. Julian couldn’t believe that he had just cum in another man’s mouth. Allan then stood up and kissed Julian allowing him to taste his own cum. Allan then dropped his trousers and underwear baring his own erection. He pushed gently on Julian’s shoulders and Julian realized what was expected of him.

“I’ve never done this,” Julian whispered.

“No problem, just do what I did to you,” Allan replied as he pressed down on Julian’s shoulders.

Julian sank to his knees and his face became level with Allan’s cock. Julian had never seen another hard cock until today. Allan pulled Julian’s head toward the erect cock and Julian instinctively took it in his mouth. Julian actually liked the feel of the hard shaft in his mouth and he sucked on it tenderly. Allan’s cock was about the same as Julian’s in length about 8″ but less in girth of asbout 4″ around. Allan guided Julian’s head back and forth until Julian got the hang of it. Julian then bobbed his head up and down on Allan’s cock until Allan stiffened and fired a barrage of cum into Julian’s mouth. Julian instinctively swallowed the first jet of cum that hit the back of his throat and then he continued to swallow each additional volley. Julian surprised himself with his reaction to Allan cumming in his mouth. Julian thought that he would have been repulsed by it but he had just the opposite reaction. He actually liked the taste of Allan’s cum and he had a strange sense of power over Allan when Allan came.

Julian was hard again and he hoped that Allan would suck him off once more. But Allan surprised Julian when he turned him around to face away from him. Allan then reached under Julian and cupped his balls and stroked his cock. Julian groaned as his scrotum was fondled and then he watched the scene on the video screen, the three men were still fucking and sucking each other. Julian felt Allan’s tongue slide over his perineum and up between his ass cheeks. Julian flipped out when Allan licked his ass and rimmed his asshole. Julian didn’t know that people did that to each other but the feeling was sensational.

Allan worked his tongue back and forth over Julian balls to his asshole. Julian thought that he would cum again any second if Allan didn’t stop tongue probing Julian’s ass. Then Julian felt a cool liquid enter his asshole and it almost seemed to numb his anus. Allan then stood up and coated his cock with the same lubricant unbeknown to Julian. Allan pushed Julian over slightly as he lined his cock up with Julian’s asshole. When Julian felt the cock at the entrance to his ass he panicked briefly but he didn’t protest. After all this was why he was here.

Allan pushed his cock into Julian’s ass and Julian almost screamed out in pain. Even though Allan’s cock wasn’t too thick it was still thicker than the candles. Julian muffled his cries with his arm as he was afraid that any noise would draw too much attention to them in the video booth. Julian was afraid of getting caught naked with another man. Allan worked his cock into Julian’s ass and the pain eventually subsided. Julian then felt bloated for awhile and then he just felt full. Allan began to saw his cock in and out of Julian’s ass.

Julian’s ass was extremely tight and Allan did not last long even though it was his second orgasm. Julian felt Allan stiffen and hold onto Julian’s hips. Allan plunged his cock all the way into Julian’s ass and then he unleashed a torrent of cum into the virgin asshole. Julian felt Allan’s seed flood his ass and he found himself instinctively using his anal muscles to milk Allan’s cock dry. Julian at that moment decided that he liked the feeling of cum filling his asshole.

They stayed in the same position for a few minutes and then Allan’s cock softened and slipped from Julian’s ass. Allan told Julian to pull up his pants. Once they were both dressed Allan spoke.

“That was great. Come on I’ll show you another part of the store,” Allan whispered.

Allan opened the video booth door and they both stepped out into the hallway. Julian noticed that there were other men standing around other video booths and as he walked by them he felt a hand caress his ass. Allan led him to the theater section of the video store. Julian saw the movie and it was an all out orgy with naked gay bodies all over the place doing every imaginable thing. It took a while for Julian’s eyes to adjust to the dark room but when they did he noticed that there were 6 to 8 men in the room. There were folding chairs to sit in to watch the movie but no one was seated. Allan started caressing Julian’s body again and he had Julian erect in no time. Allan this time undressed Julian so that he was totally naked and then Allan took off his clothes as well. Julian felt the presence of another body behind him as Allan embraced him.

“Who do we have here today Allan?” the voice asked.

“Fred this is Julian and you won’t believe this. Julian just gave up his cherry to me in the video booth,” Allan replied.

“His cherry, you got his cherry, his oral cherry and in the video booth!” exclaimed Fred.

“Fred I got both his cherries, his mouth and his ass,” Allan bragged.

“Both of them and in the video booth, oh that is so hot,” Fred gasped.

Fred then took hold of Julian’s erect cock and asked, “Julian you have a beautiful cock, can I suck it? Would you like me to suck your cock?”

Julian was overcome with desire and he just nodded. Fred dropped to his knees and took Julian’s cock into his succulent mouth. Fred proved to be an excellent cock sucker and he deep throated Julian as he cupped Julian’s balls. Another body then moved in behind Julian and Julian felt another cock slide into his ass. The man behind him pushed Julian over slightly so that he was bent over Fred who knelt in front of him. The man fucking Julian this time wasn’t as large as Allan and his cock slid in easily. Julian was groaning as his ass was fucked and his cock was sucked. Then someone turned Julian’s head to side and offered him another cock. Now Julian was getting fucked as he sucked a cock while his own cock was being sucked. The four of them kept at one another until they all came. The guy in Julian’s ass came first which triggered Lorne’s orgasm. As Julian was filling Fred’s mouth with cum his own mouth was flooded by the other cock. It was then that Julian noticed Allan on all fours with cocks in his ass and mouth.

The four of them uncoupled and then Julian was pushed to the floor and placed on all fours. Another cock entered his ass and yet another one filled his mouth. For the next several hours Julian sucked cocks and was butt fucked repeatedly. Every once in a while someone would suck on Julian’s cock too. Later Fred let Julian fuck him in the ass. It was the only ass that Julian got to fuck that day but he loved it. He loved sliding his cock in and out of Fred’s ass as he caressed the shapely buttocks. Julian finally came in Fred’s ass and then collapsed on top him. Minutes later everyone got dressed and Julian walked out of the video store. He never did see Allan again after that day but Julian had achieved his objective.

Julian looked at his watch and realized that he had been in the video store for over four hours. He walked back to the subway station and headed back home. When Julian arrived home he was exhausted and his body ached all over not just from the fucking and sucking but from using muscles that had been idle until that day. He learned that he liked getting fucked with a real cock and he like the sensation of warm cum shooting into him. He also liked fucking a guy’s ass as much as he had liked fucking Maria’s ass. Even sucking a cock and having it shoot in his mouth was kind of a turn on. Julian knew that from that day on he would enjoy sex with both men and women.

JULIAN VISITS A BATH HOUSE

Weeks passed since Julian’s visit to the video store. He still dated girls and he even found one who would let his fuck her in the ass. Most of the girls he dated wanted nothing to do with anal sex. Julian had even bought a dildo and a put plug so that he could indulge in anal play while he jerked off. Julian however missed the real thing and he decided that he wanted to experience another cock in his ass. He opted not to visit the video store but instead to visit a gay bath house that was popular in the Village.

On a Friday night Julian went to the gay bath house. When he entered he paid a fee which included a locker and a towel. Rooms were extra but Julian didn’t opt for a room on his first visit. He watched other men come in and they were all shapes and sizes. They undressed, put their clothes and personal belongings in a locker and then wrapped the towel around their waist. Julian did the same thing and then he walked around and checked out the bath house. It had a small swimming pool, large Jacuzzi, a stream room, sauna and of course showers. There was also a large room with rows of beds in it. Julian noticed that there were already guys in the beds fucking and sucking.

Julian walked the halls and passed a number of rooms. Most of the doors were closed but there were some open with guys in them. Some guys lay on their stomachs and wiggled their asses in an invitation as people walked by. Other guys sat on the bed stroking their cocks. Julian noticed a board at the end of the hallway that had all the rooms listed. Guys wrote messages on the bed to advertise their interest. Julian was extremely nervous and actually thought about leaving when two cute guys walked up to him and introduced themselves as Bruce and David.

They convinced Julian to join them in the shower and when Julian noticed the firm hard bodies of Bruce and David he felt a surge in his loins. Julian was a little embarrassed as his cock hardened slightly into a semi-erect state and pushed out his towel. Julian followed David and Bruce to the showers and joined them. Julian stepped under the water and turned his back to David and Bruce. The next thing he felt a set of hands on his back and he froze in a state of desire.

David said, “Here I’ll wash your back for you,” then he ran his soapy hands over Julian’s shoulders and back.

Julian was then doomed as his cock sprung into a fully erect state. Julian stood rigid as the hands passed over his shoulders and worked their way down his back. When David touched him just above his buttocks, Julian trembled and moaned slightly. Then David cupped Julian’s ass and then moved his hands around Julian’s body. Julian could feel David’s erect cock pressing into his ass as David reached around and cupped Julian’s balls with one hand and Julian’s cock with the other.

“Would you like me to fuck you Julian?” David had asked.

Julian just nodded in the affirmative and David pushed him over slightly. David ran his soapy fingers in and out of Julian’s asshole and then David placed his soapy cock at the entrance. David pushed while holding on the Julian’s hips and the cock slid in easily. Julian loved the feeling of a warm cock sliding in and out of his ass. By then Bruce had joined them and he offered his cock up for Julian’s mouth. Julian eagerly swallowed Bruce’s cock and then the two of them fucked his ass and his face until they came. Bruce filled Julian’s mouth with his cum just as David came in Julian’s ass. Julian stood up and then he realized that they had an audience. Six other guys were stroking their cocks and watching the action.

“Come with us Julian,” David told him.

The three of them took their towels but they did not bother to wrap them around their bodies. Bruce and David then took Julian into their room where they had him get on the bed on all fours. This time Bruce fucked Julian’s ass and Julian sucked David’s cock until they both came again. Julian later found himself on his back with his legs dangling off the bed. David then pushed Julian’s legs up and slipped his cock back into Julian’s ass. David fucked Julian with Julian’s legs resting on David’s shoulders. Julian turned his head to one side at Bruce’s urging and took Bruce’s cock back in his mouth. David pleasured Julian when he reached over and grabbed Julian’s throbbing erect cock. Bruce played with Julian’s tits as Julian sucked Bruce’s cock. David jerked Julian off as he fucked him and Julian shot two loads all over his own body before Bruce and David came again.

Julian then returned to the shower and washed before he made the rounds again. Julian walked by the rooms again and this time a door was open that had been closed earlier. Julian saw a cute young blonde guy lying face down on the bed. The guy had a great looking ass and it stirred Julian loins. The guy motioned for Julian to come in the room and Julian entered.

“Close and lock the door. I’m Peter,” the handsome blonde said.

“I’m Julian.”

“Get on the bed Julian. I’m going to fuck you first,” Peter directed.

Then Peter greased up Julian’s asshole and he marveled at the shapely ass on Julian’s small frame. Julian looked good on all fours as he waited for Peter’s cock to penetrate his ass. Peter took his time lubricating Julian’s ass and he liked the submissive posture that Julian presented. Julian had his head down on his hands which were folded on the bed. Julian’s ass was elevated and his back was arched emphasizing the curvy shape of his ass. Julian looked perfect and he presented exactly the image that Peter liked to fuck. Julian even had cute little tits to go with his effeminate frame.

Peter moved close and slowly eased his cock into Julian’s ass. Julian groaned slightly with the penetration and his sphincter stretched to accept the swollen cock. Once past the sphincter Peter fucked Julian slowly until Julian’s ass opened up and was once again able to take a big thick cock. Peter then picked up the pace and soon his hips were slamming into the petite Julian. Julian’s cute ass would jiggle each time Peter thrust into it and Peter loved the effect. Peter felt his orgasm building and he knew that he would dump a good sized load in Julian’s ass. Julian felt Peter’s body stiffen and make one final thrust as Peter buried his cock in Julian’s ass. Then Julian felt cum surge into him and he felt Peter’s cock throb with each release.

Julian’s anal muscles involuntarily clenched and unclenched as they massaged Peter’s cock and drew every drop of cum from the shaft. Peter kept pressed against his lover and let his cock be milked dry. Julian couldn’t hold his position any longer and he collapsed forward on the bed. Peter followed Julian down and lay on top of Julian with his cock still buried in Julian’s ass. Peter felt Julian’s smooth hairless skin against his own and he liked the feeling. Peter remained on top of Julian until Julian begged him to get up. Peter didn’t realize it but he had been crushing Julian’s smaller body. Peter had gotten lost in the moment as Julian’s ass muscles tightened around Peter’s cock. Peter then rolled to the side and his still erect cock slipped from Julian’s dilated asshole.

Julian remained on his stomach face down on the bed as he recovered from being thoroughly fucked. Peter looked over at Julian’s ass and he could see cum oozing from it. Peter was tempted to finger Julian’s asshole and push the semen back in. Peter started by caressing Julian’s curvy smooth ass and then he played with his asshole. Peter pushed his finger into Julian’s cum filled hole. Julian wiggled his ass in response as Peter played with him. Julian then pushed himself up on all fours giving Peter better access. Peter felt his desire mount again so he moved back behind Julian. Peter eased his cock back into Julian’s ass for a second time and he knew he would last a little longer this time since he had already cum. Peter fucked Julian for what seemed like an hour until he finally came again.

“Oh Peter, I don’t know if I have ever been fucked like that since I’ve been here. You sure had a lot of cum built up,” Julian cooed.

“I’m glad you liked it because I loved fucking your ass,” Peter told him.

“Julian would you give me a massage? My muscles are really stiff after fucking you,” Peter requested.

“With pleasure,” Julian replied excitedly.

Julian took the body lotion from Peter and then straddled Peter’s body. Julian sat on Peter’s legs just below Peter’s buttocks and rested his soft cock in the crack of Peter’s ass. Julian poured the lotion on Peter’s back and shoulders and then began to massage Peter. Peter’s skin was hairless, smooth and flawless and Julian’s hands glided over the skin. After several minutes of massaging Peter’s upper body Julian turned his attention to Peter’s ass. Julian massaged each of Peter’s buttocks relishing in the feel of the round firm globes. Julian felt his cock begin to harden again and within a few minutes of rubbing Peter’s ass Julian was erect. Julian’s hard cock was nestled in the crack of Peter’s ass and Julian slid his cock within the fold of Peter’s buttocks.

Peter felt Julian’s cock harden again and he said, “You like my ass don’t you Julian?”

“I love your perfectly shaped ass,” Julian replied.

“Are you going to fuck me?” Peter asked in a sultry voice.

“Yes I need to. You got me hard so I will fuck your hot ass,” Julian rasped.

Julian smoothed the body lotion all over his cock and then he poured some of it in the crack of Peter’s ass. Julian then fingered Peter’s asshole making sure that it was well lubed. Satisfied that Peter was sufficiently lubricated, Julian eased his cock into Peter’s hot ass for the first time. Peter pushed his buns up to meet Julian’s penetration and the cock slid in easily. Peter groaned as the shaft filled his anal passage. Julian fucked Peter for what seemed to be almost an hour before he finally came in Peter’s ass and then Julian collapsed on top of Peter. Peter liked the feeling of Julian’s tits pressing into his back. The two of them remained in the same position for several minutes before they separated. Julian rolled off of Peter and lay on his back. “Let’s take a shower and get cleaned up,” Peter suggested.

The two of them went to the showers and began to wash each other. Peter washed Julian’s body and paid particular attention to Julian’s ass. Peter stood behind Julian and washed Julian’s tits and abs. Then Peter’s hands made their way down to Julian’s ass. Peter cupped the inviting buttocks in his hands as he soaped up Julian’s ass. Then he fingered Julian’s asshole and soaped up his own cock. Julian leaned forward slightly placing his hands on the shower wall and arched his back so that his ass pushed back toward Peter. Peter eased his cock into Julian’s soapy asshole as he held onto Julian’s hips.

Julian groaned seductively as the big dick entered his asshole. Peter fucked him slowly and watched his cock slide in and out of Julian’s shapely ass. Peter was so turned on that he felt his orgasm building quicker then he planned. There was no stopping him and his balls tightened as he unloaded in Julian’s ass. Peter held onto to Julian’s hips and drove his cock deep into Julian’s asshole. Julian felt the hot cum fill his asshole to overflowing and instinctively used his anal muscles to milk Peter’s cock.

Peter stayed hard and kept fucking Julian. Peter could feel his own semen surround his cock as he continued to fuck Julian’s ass. Peter sensed that he would stay hard and he was pleased that he could continue to fuck Julian’s ass. Julian realized that Peter would fuck him until he ejaculated again and Julian began to stroke his own cock.

“Peter, play with me? Please play with my cock. Stroke it for me. Jerk me off as you fuck me,” Julian begged.

Peter grabbed a hold of Julian’s cock and jerked him off as he fucked Julian’s ass. Peter loved holding Julian’s cock and jerking him off. Peter lasted much longer this time but he still felt a huge orgasm building in his balls. Just as Peter came in Julian’s ass a third time, Julian screamed that he was cumming. Peter stroked Julian quicker and he watched over Julian’s shoulder as Julian ejaculated. Julian’s cum oozed out of his cock and trickled over Peter’s hand only to be washed away by the shower water. Peter liked feeling Julian ejaculate and watching the spunk ooze out of Julian’s cock.

The two of them got out of the shower and dried off. Julian noticed that Peter’s cock was still semi-hard. “Does that thing ever go soft?” Julian teased.

“Not as long as there is a hot ass like yours to fuck,” Peter replied as he playfully grabbed Julian’s ass.

“Come on, let’s go back to the room,” Peter suggested.

Once in the room with the door closed, they both got hard again and then they played with each other’s cock. Julian couldn’t stand it any longer so he dropped to his knees between Peter’s legs and Julian took Peter’s big cock in his mouth. Julian jerked on his own cock as he sucked on Peter’s.

Peter then spoke, “Come on Julian, let’s go back to bed and we can suck each other.”

The two new lovers got into a 69 position. It took them quite awhile to cum again but they didn’t care as they loved sucking each other’s cock. They stroked each other’s legs, abs, asses and balls as they deep throated one another. They went at it for over an hour and then they both managed to cum again. They came in each other’s mouth and continued to suck each other’s cock until they both went soft. The two insatiable lovers then turned their bodies to face each other and embraced. They cuddled and petted and Peter sucked on Julian’s tits. Julian had never really cuddled with a guy before but he learned how sensitive his breasts were. Julian liked the way Peter made love and his visit to the bath house had been better than expected.

Julian eventually got out of bed and left Peter sleeping in the room. Julian closed and locked the door behind him. He decided to take another shower but this time to get cleaned up before he left. Julian then dressed and returned the locker key to the clerk who smiled at him. Julian then checked the time and saw that it was almost 5:00 AM. He had been at the bath house for almost nine hours. Julian then went home and slept until noon that day.

His life was changed forever as he loved having sex with both men and women. He loved getting fucked in the ass and he loved fucking other people in the ass. He had become an accomplished cock sucker along with his pussy eating skills. Julian was pleased with his sexuality and he looked forward to many more interesting encounters. Julian received word later that week that his Aunt Amelie and her son Pierre would be visiting New York. He had not seen them since he lived in Paris and he was thrilled that they would be staying with him while they were in New York.

With a quick flick of his wrist her bra was undone, she felt the release and her breasts relaxed against her body. He slid the thin straps across her shoulders, down her arms and let the bra fall to the floor. He brought his hands to her hips again and pulled her close. She gasped lightly as she felt his throbbing cock push against her tummy. She wrapped her arms around him as he leaned down to kiss her again.

Their lips met again, and they let their tongues dance slowly, lightly sucking and nibbling on each other’s lips. Their hands wandered each other’s bodies, making sure to cover every inch, he brought his hands to her perky breasts and rolled her erect nipples between his big hands. She began to moan softly. The pleasure from his fingers was causing her to squirm. She broke off the kiss and smiled as she looked into his ice blue eyes. He could tell she was up to something, her deep green eyes filled with mischief. She began to kiss his cheek, slowly moving to his jaw line and around his neck. Her lips touching ever so softly, tickling the little hairs covering his skin, she continued down his neck and to his chest. szexshop

As she reached his chest, she let her tongue leave her little mouth and began to flick it against his skin like a serpent. She reached his left nipple and began to lightly bite, suck and flick her tongue, alternating until she felt the nipple hard and erect. Once she felt that his left nipple had received enough she slowly worked her way across his hairy chest, nibbling and licking her way to his right nipple, which was pierced. She wrapped her lips around the hoop and lightly brought her teeth down on the nipple, behind the hoop, pinning his nipple in her mouth she began to flick her tongue. The moan that came from his mouth was completely unexpected and sent shivers down her spine forcing her to quicken her tongue flicks and alternate between flicking, sucking and blowing lightly.

She slid her little hands up his outer thighs and to his hips as she began to lower herself, kissing, licking down his flat tummy until she felt the head of his cock touch the bottom on her chin. She looked up at him as she stood on her knees, her faces less than an inch from his throbbing cock, her hands still on his hips and her breasts pressed against his legs. She smiled sensuously as she slid her tongue out of her mouth again, resting it flat against the top of the swollen head. She could taste his pre-cum on her tongue and she began to rub her body against his legs, her nipples pressing hard against his skin. She rolled her tongue around his hard cock as he slipped his hands to the back of her head, his fingers threading through her thick black hair. She wrapped her full lips around his swollen cock head, his eyes rolled back into his head feeling the warmth and wetness from her mouth begin to surround him.

She continued to push her head forward, letting his cock fill her hot mouth, and felt the head touch the back of her throat causing her to jerk slightly. She was moaning lightly as she began to bob her head very slowly, squeezing her lips around the shaft as it passed in and out of her wanton mouth. Her hands left his hips, letting one wrap around the base of his cock, lightly stroking with her head bobs, and her other hand took his balls gently, massaging them. Her strokes became faster as she felt his cock swell in her mouth, her lips squeezing tightly around the shaft, his hands pressing against the back of her head as he began to rock his hips back and forth, fucking her hot mouth.

Her sucking sounds filled the room as she quickened her pace again, ramming the head of his cock against the back of her throat, she could taste his ooze, covering her tongue. She rolled her tongue, caressing the shaft as it past through her mouth, her lips squeezing tightly and her hands gently working the base of his cock and his balls. She felt his body begin to shudder and his balls tighten, she squeezed the base of his cock and pulled her mouth off. She then stood up and he was completely in shock as she pulled him on top of her. She wrapped her long legs around his waist and pulled him closer to her. His cock slid easily into her warm wet hairy pussy.

He had been so close to cumming he was scared he’d cum too soon, so his strokes were slow and long. She moaned as his cock filled her tight pussy, squeezed her muscles tightly around his thick shaft, her nails tracing circles around his back. Their strokes began to quicken, she started to grind her hips against his, feeling their hair mesh together, he leaned forward and began to kiss her deeply, his tongue entangled with hers and he tasted himself on her tongue. He felt his climax begin to build again and began to thrust harder into her soaked pussy.

She felt her orgasm begin to build deep within her, her hips grinding and rocking between his and the bed, each of his thrusts making her bounce on the bed until he rammed her with the next thrust. Her clit was so swollen, loving the stimulation of his hard thrusts; she knew it wouldn’t be long until she came. Her moans became louder and longer, he fed off of them, forcing his cock deeper into her with each moan, he felt the familiar warmth travel up his shaft as he came. His cock exploded into her tight pussy, coating her inner walls with his thick cum. She felt his cock spasm inside her hairy pussy, her body tensed and she arched her back as her climax peeked.

She shuddered underneath him as she moaned his name loud enough people in the next room surely heard. Their thrusts began to slow, he rolled over to her side, both their chests were heaving, and they were gasping for breath. He smiled into her eyes as he kissed her again, his fingers stroking her hair softly. They lay there on the bed, holding each other tightly and after a few minutes, drifted off to sleep.

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They met online, a simple mIRC affair. After several months of typing, exchanging pictures, cybersex and phonesex they decided to meet face to face. They agreed on a public place at first, until they felt comfortable enough to move to private quarters. She got to the little outside cafй first, dressed in her favorite short skirt and skintight button up the back shirt. As she waited for him to arrive, she fiddled a bit with her clothes and sipped at her coffee. Then out of the corner of her eye, she saw him. “Oh my god, he’s much better looking in person. I could ravage his body for hours.” She stood up and waved, getting his attention. His smile was bright as he walked over to the table.

He sat down and ordered a coffee. They both sat there, completely quiet, staring into each other’s eyes, neither of them believing this was real. He slid his chair over a bit, sitting beside her, instead of across and slipped his hand onto her thigh. His touch made her entire body leap without moving, and goose bumps began to cover her leg.

Her skin was soft and smooth to his hand as he slowly started to rub lightly, moving a little further up each time. His fingers reached the bottom of her short little skirt and slipped them underneath. Her eyes grew wide as she realized what he was about to do. She looked around at the other tables to make sure no one had discovered his wandering hand and relaxed a bit as she noticed on one seemed to be interested. His hand continued to creep up her skirt and thigh until it met the bend at the top of her thigh and her hip. He promptly changed course and slipped his hand toward the inside of her thigh, causing her to spread her legs a bit. He grazed the damp cotton material of her panties as the waiter brought his coffee.

She squeezed her legs shut tightly, pinning his fingers against her panties. Her face was bright red. However, the waiter hadn’t even noticed and continued on, adding creamer and sugar to his customer’s liking. As she watched the waiter, in horror that he wasn’t leaving, she felt his fingers begin to wiggle, pressing firm against her hairy pussy. Her body quivered and ached for him. She relaxed her thighs, releasing his hand and giving him more room to play with. He smiled into her eyes and grinned mischievously as he edged his middle finger past the elastic band of her panties and into her damp black pubic hair.

She let out a gasp as she brought her coffee cup up to her lips, hoping to hide her facial expressions from the others seated at the cafй. He pressed his fingers between her wet lips and grazed against her already swollen clit, her hairs tickling his fingers. He grins at her again, and nods suggestively to leave. She feels her heart jump and skip a beat as she stands, and straightens her skirt. He grabbed his wallet and tossed the money on the table, took her little hand in his and led her off to his hotel room, just up the street.

The hotel room was pretty much as all hotel rooms are, it had a small round table, two chairs, a small bathroom and a king size bed covered in an 80’s reject bed spread. As soon as they entered the room, he tossed the keys onto the table and turned his attention to her. She was nervous again, fidgeting with her clothes, just like she did at the little cafй. He had watched her as she sat waiting for him from his hotel window. He had seen her every move. He chuckled as he played back the view in his mind. He walked over to her, wrapped his strong arms around her slender waist and tilted his face toward hers. As their lips met for the first time, her heart raced, but her nervousness subsided. This just felt so right.

She pressed her lips against his firmly and slipped her tongue from her mouth to his, seeking his tongue. His arms began to slide up and down her back and sides, the wrapped his fingers underneath the bottom of her shirt and began to pull upwards, slowly revealing her flat tummy, then the roundness of her breasts resting in their white lacey bra. He broke the kiss and pulled her shirt up and over her head then tossed it aside, landing on the back of one of the chairs. He slid his hands across her exposed midriff and he felt goose bumps rise behind his trail of touches. Her hands began to untuck his shirt, tugging lightly she pulled it over his chest, he raised his arms and let her pull the shirt over his head.

She let the shirt drop and returned her hands to his chest, lightly dragging her long nails across teasing his nipples, then directed her attention to the button on his pants. His hands had slid up her inner thigh by this time, his thumb playing with her thick pubic hair through her panties, still damp from his earlier attention. She bit her lower lip as she felt his thumb almost touch her clit, she hastily undid his pants and gave them a good yank, taking his boxes with them. She watched as they slid down his legs, stopping at his ankles and to her surprise, his cock was rock hard and quite large. She felt herself grow even wetter, seeing her lover so aroused.

He worked the zipper on the back of her skirt as he gazed into her eyes, slowly he drew the zipper down and pulled the sides apart, separating them enough to loosen the skirt from her hips and let it drop to the floor. Then he slipped his thumbs into the waist band of her simply cotton panties, traced the inner band around her tummy and hips and began to pull them down, past her hips then to her thighs. He paused slightly and pressed his nose against her wet hairy, pussy taking in her scent, then raised again to kiss her, letting her damp panties fall to the floor. As she stepped out of her skirt and panties, she kicked off her little sandals and he followed her lead, taking his shoes off and kicking them to the side as he worked his boxers and jeans past his ankles and kicked them under the table. He turned to her again, pressed his naked body against her and slid his hands up her thighs, to her hips, up her sides, then around to her back to the clasp of her bra.

“Get undressed,” the pretty brunette told me, and I obeyed. She was called Jennifer, we’d met the night before at the rock nightclub, and I’d thought that she looked gorgeous in her goth make up so she invited me back to her place. It turned out that she was eighteen and still living at home, so we locked her door and did our best to keep quiet as we fucked the night away. Now it was noon, her parents were at work, she was on half-term break from sixth form college, I had the day off uni and we were in the sitting room. We’d both put on the same clothes we’d worn last night when we got up, and she’d removed her make-up, but she was still stunning, her hair a bit messy and her ample breasts squeezed into her tight black lacy v-necked vest top. She took my hand when I was done, picked up a bag she’d brought from her room, and led me on to the cold tiles of the kitchen.

“Now Jack,” she said, kneeling at my feet and rummaging in the bag, “This is a fantasy I’ve had for a long time, so please let me do this. I’m going to shave you, so keep very still.” She pulled out a razor and some shaving cream. Applying it to my left leg she quickly began shaving it with smooth, confident strokes. In no time my left leg was bare up to the hip, tingling, and she started on the right leg.

That done, she turned me around to do my arse. I was quite enjoying all this, when she made me gasp in horror by plastering my balls and cock with shaving cream. Hoping she had a steady hand and keeping absolutely frozen still, I allowed her to shave my bollocks, the skin tight from the cold. The slight stinging was helped by her squeezing my balls a bit for a while, as she shaved under my navel. Up she went, any body hair disappearing quickly, finishing with my cheeks and chin, so that I was as smooth as the day I’d been born. Jennifer wiped the remaining cream off with a damp towel and stood back to admire her handiwork.

“There,” she said smiling, “you look good enough to lick all over.” We returned to the sitting room, where she quickly stripped naked, throwing her knickers over my face so I could inhale the sweetness of her sweat and juices, and handed her clothes to me. “Now put them on, Jennifer. I’ll be Jack.” She began putting on my clothes.

This was a new thrill, I thought, getting into her still-warm, black lace briefs, my stiffening cock poking out the top. Next I went for the black bra, and Jennifer gave me a bit of help, standing in my boxers, socks and unbuttoned white shirt, then gave me two little cushions to pad it out. While she buttoned the shirt and put my trousers on, I put on her garter belt and had fun putting on her black fishnet stockings, which felt nice on my bare skin. Jennifer admiring herself in the mirror above the mantelpiece, I got into her black mini-skirt, a snug and comfortable fit, although it restricted my movement a little, and then finally the vest top, which didn’t feel too strange with my shaved armpits.

A bit of adjustment to my fake tits and I thought I was done, but then she brought the finishing touch: a pair of high-heeled stiletto shoes. I put them on and walked about, wobbling at first but soon swinging my hips like a good slut, making her giggle. We kissed, Jenny on tiptoe to reach my new height. She sat me down in an armchair, and got out some make-up. Delicately, she applied dark red lipstick to my mouth and outlined my eyes with black eyeliner, so that when I looked in the mirror above the fireplace I could see that she’d given me her goth look.

Again we kissed, this time for longer and more passionately. Her hands moved to my legs, moving up the stockings, under the skirt to squeeze my buttocks. I lifted the bottom of the shirt to slip my hands around the soft flesh of her waist. My lips moved down her neck, her head thrown back, and I found myself undoing my own shirt to get at her breasts. We kissed again, my hands cupping the warm firm shapes of her tits, before I had to bend down to reach them with my mouth due to the high heels.

Brushing the sides of the shirt out of the way, I kissed the sides, sucking and licking gently at the undersides and between them, teasing her until she grabbed my head and pushed it on to her right breast. Taking the hint, I began sucking on her nipple, gently pulling and nibbling at it with my teeth and flicking my tongue over it until it was hard and erect. I shifted my attention to the left nipple, rolling the right between my thumb and forefinger.

Once her nipples were nicely stimulated, she covered them with the shirt again and pushed me down on my knees, my face now at crotch level. I undid the flies of the black trousers and pulled them down to her ankles, followed by my boxers, the smell of my own sweet sweat starting to mix with that of hers. Faced with a gorgeous, unshaved pussy, there was no doubt in my mind about what I had to do. Slipping my arms between her legs to reach her buttocks, I pulled myself towards her and began peppering her inner thighs with kisses, working my way slowly up towards her slit. I licked around the entrance and deposited a large glob of saliva in her dark brown pubic hair just above her clit, watching it roll down over it and mingle with the juices of her glistening cunt.

As it formed to drip off, I held out my tongue to catch it and then slowly licked up her inner lips, pushing it inside her but keeping the speed agonisingly slow until she twitched with anticipation. Reaching her clitoris, I licked around it and under the hood, milking suspense for all it was worth. The circles my tongue was making gradually zeroed in on her clit, so finally I was burying my nose in her bush, sucking and licking, making her moan. Hungrily, I lapped and sucked at it, then dove down to stick my tongue in her hole, nibbling at the lips with mine before returning to her clit.

Jennifer moaned and whispered to me, caressing my head. To anyone looking through the open curtains though, it would appear that a short-haired brunette goth was deep-throating a short guy with long brown hair. As her legs began to wobble, she shuffled back pulling me with her, and fell into an armchair. Here I could more comfortably eat her out, and moved my left hand to stroke her stomach and my right to insert a finger into her. This allowed me to concentrate on licking and sucking her swollen clitoris while I finger-fucked her. Within a few minutes her moans turned to cries of ecstasy as she climaxed, secreting more and more juices, soaking my hand and running down my arm. I redoubled my efforts and added a second finger, which before long yielded a second orgasm, and then more. Finally, after over twenty minutes she became too sensitive, so I stopped, a little relieved as my tongue was feeling pretty tired.

Getting up off my knees I straddled her lap, resting my bare buttocks on her bare legs, the fishnet and high heels at my ankles touching them at the edges too. Jennifer took my wet face in her hands and kissed me on the lips, thanking me, and for a while we hugged and kissed, her hands caressing my arse and the lace that divided it. I was almost painfully erect now though, and was wondering when she would return the favour.

I needn’t have worried. Soon she began to squeeze my balls gently and to run her thumb and forefinger up and down my shaft through the material of her knickers covering them. Once she’d fully recovered from her orgasms, she asked me to stand up, and immediately knelt between my legs. Lifting the front edge of the black mini-skirt to tuck it into the waistband, and pulling down the front of the panties, she pulled my erect cock and balls out. Immediately she set about licking my hairless scrotum, taking each testicle on her tongue and allowing it to roll off, then licking repeatedly between them, leaving a glob of spittle on them.

Her big brown eyes looked up at me as, her tongue extended, she caught the saliva dripping off and then slowly sucked each of my balls into her mouth individually, her chin shining with her own dribble. With both in her mouth, warm and wet, being sucked on and teased with her tongue, the feeling of the hardness and sharpness of her teeth lightly touching the skin of my sack just below the base of my dick reminded me that I was at her mercy.

Presently she widened her attention to the base of my shaft, licking around it and the skin just above it where previously a thick mass of pubic hair had grown, never allowing any area of skin that she had wetted to dry. I became aware of her hands, stroking my stockinged legs and bare cheeks, occasionally slipping between them to rub the material over my anus, or to caress my unslobbered penis lightly with her fingertips. This was quickly running out with Jenny licking and sucking her way up, though not fast enough it seemed to me, being driven mad with anticipation, running my hands through her long brown hair. As she neared the head she pulled the foreskin back and forth over it, then she was sliding her tongue around the edge, licking the head itself, flicking the tip of her tongue over the little slit.

If I had not cum twice in the early hours I’m sure I would have with what she did next, though as it was I was a long way from it. She simply sucked the entire head into her mouth, sucking hard whilst swirling her tongue around it again and again. Then with a pause for breath, she put her tongue under it but pushing up so that the top of my cock touched the roof of her mouth, and sucking harder than ever took more of me into her, until I almost thought she was going to swallow it deep into her throat. However, she pulled back slowly so only the head was in, and sucked me in again. She did this slowly twice more, and then another three times quickly before she ran out of breath and released me.

Once again she licked and sucked all over my balls and cock before giving me the full blowjob again. After the second lot I shuffled over to the sofa and sat down while she carried on with it, now giving me a gentle wank when she wasn’t sucking on the end of my knob. Each time she did, she did it for longer, moaning to add vibrations to the intensity, squeezing my balls at the same time, so that my pubic skin, her knickers and her chin were all soaked in her slobber.

Nearly ten minutes in and she forgot about licking the rest, concentrating on the head with her bobbing and licking, sometimes everything, sometimes just the tip, whilst massaging the shaft and balls with her hands. For my part, I could feel an orgasm coming on, closing my eyes and bucking my hips to encourage her, the movement of my hands on her head less under my control. Just as I could feel myself reaching the point of no return, Jenny stopped and pulled back completely, the orgasm fading but for a small stream of precum that she daintily licked up.

“I don’t want you cumming just yet Jennifer,” she said smiling. “Now, you’ve been very good so far in wearing my clothes. I wonder, would you go a bit further?”

“In what way?” I asked, intrigued.

“Well,” she began, evidently finding it awkward. After a pause, she finished. “I want to bugger you. Sorry, that’s a silly way to say it… I want to fuck you in the arse with a dildo. Apparently it’s even more fun for blokes than girls, and I love it! So, will you let me?”

“Of course,” I replied, obviously to her surprise. I explained my bisexuality, and she seemed pleased. Returning to her bag she pulled out a big strap-on flesh-coloured dildo, which she buckled on, and a tube of KY jelly. She came towards me, the seven or eight inches of nearly two inch thick pink dildo poking out from the ends of the shirt towards me, the black trousers around her feet forcing her to shuffle. Taking the tube from her I lubricated the fake prick liberally and passed it back to her, getting down off the sofa on to my knees facing it and leaning forward on my elbows. Looking at the cushions in front of me I felt her pull the knickers aside, almost hooking them on my arse cheek, then smearing the cold jelly around my anus, her finger slipping in and twisting around, followed by the click of the cap closing on the tube.

Now I could feel the sliminess of her fist covered in lubricant pressing into the soft flesh around my forbidden hole, in the centre of which she held the cold tip of the dildo. The front of the skirt had become untucked and hung down with my limp genitals, while Jenny lifted the back up and out of the way with her free left hand, which held my hips just under the garter belt, preventing the skirt from falling back.

Carefully, she pushed forward at the same time as I relaxed and tried to push my muscles open, and the head of the dildo squeezed through the ring of my sphincter. I gasped at how good it felt, and pushed back to meet her, more of the dong sliding in over my prostate, eventually feeling her skin meet mine to indicate it was all the way in. My arse ached a little, but I soon ignored that as she began to thrust in and out, and before long I was groaning in pleasure, even clenching myself tighter around the fake cock as it pumped in and out.

Jennifer really started getting into her role, pounding like she was some guy fucking a slut in a porn movie, which any passersby might have thought had they glanced through the window. She called me a whore, pulling playfully at my hair and slapping my cheeks occasionally, telling me to beg for it. After a while though, she became bored of this position, and pulled out, ordering me to lie on my back on the floor and pushing my legs up and back until they almost reached my shoulders. Kneeling down, she re-inserted the dildo, and then leant forwards over me, screwing me missionary style while I wrapped my legs around her back, pulling her closer to cup her breasts with my hands, straining upwards to kiss her.

My cock was erect again, and sticky from all the precum that was being produced by her fucking, but although I was really enjoying being her slut, I needed to have an orgasm soon or I might go mad. Thankfully, she was becoming bored with being the man, so she stood up and started taking the strap on off, while I got out of the vest top, skirt, knickers and stilettos.

“Right Jack,” I told her, and she giggled as she slumped down on the sofa, now only in my shirt, ready for me, “It’s your turn to be fucked.” I spread her legs and slipped my cock inside her wet pussy. We began fucking hard and fast, as I knew I couldn’t last much longer, Jennifer fingering her clit with one hand while with the other she held my thigh, still in her fishnet stockings. For a moment I imagined again what someone looking in would think, now that it was probably obvious that I was a guy – maybe that a tranny was fucking his boyfriend. I leant down to suck on her tits, and she began moaning again, but I felt myself near an orgasm finally, and told her so, pounding her cunt faster still.

“Cum in my mouth!” she gasped, so as fast as I could I pulled out of her, her fingers still working to pleasure herself, and climbed up on to the sofa. I wasn’t quite fast enough though, as the first spurt splattered on to her breasts, and the second streaked over her cheek, but then she took me in her mouth and caught the rest, while I stroked her hair in gratitude, her tongue working to prolong my climax for as long as possible until I began to soften up. I slid down next to her, completely spent, and just kissed her while she slowly brought herself to another, final orgasm, then sat together, leaning on each other for support until we could muster the energy to get to the shower.

Jen my wife worked for one of the biggest telecommunication offices in Melbourne and has done so for several years, which has enabled her to develop friendships and a healthier workforce within her department as well. Most the of the people who work with her are male so when it came to fantasy sex between the two of us, we were able to conjure up the wildest pleasures that involved both of us.

Jen is well liked and with her gorgeous body, the guys found it hard to keep their hands off… There was one guy in particular who turned Jen on and if she had had a hard day at work we would both talk about him to relax her. Our fantasy included him, and with the hot sexual erotic sessions performed in our bedroom at night, Jen relaxed so easily bringing about wild orgasms for both of us…

Jen describes this hot hunk as being six foot three inches tall, dark skinned, short black hair and a cute smile. His pearly whites shining bright whenever he smiled at her. Our fantasy had Derek fucking and sucking both Jen and I. Just the thought had my cock growing hard as we both talked about having Derek join us, so he could slip his cock deep inside Jen’s hot pussy and at the same time I would feel his mouth close over my swelling organ…

In all our fantasies we were both included and both serviced by Derek’s massive cock. Jen always tells me I’m good looking and she was sure that a threesome would work well for us and out exciting sex lives. It was after a steamy love session with me licking her love nest, teasing her ass with my fingers as she described what she wanted Derek to do to her that we decided that it was time to invite Derek out for dinner and drinks and back to our place for a nigh cap and for whatever else may happen that evening…

Jen went to work the following morning a little nervous but excited at the same time. She even arrived early knowing Derek was always at work whenever she arrived for the day – he was such an early bird when it came to his work… Jen needed little encouragement to invite him out, but she also wanted to keep this very private to prevent tongues wagging throughout her workstation.

Derek was a little taken back when Jen asked him out, but with her flirtatious expertise she persuaded him into thinking about the possibility of an exciting night if he accepted… He did agree to join us but under the proviso that she went out to dinner with him. Jen didn’t hesitate in accepting his invitation because with her plans in place for the evening a disappointment was not something she looked forward to.

Jen’s lunch proved to be very exciting. Derek flirted all time they were together turning her on more and more and it didn’t take a lot of convincing for her to suck his big black cock, right there in the diner when he asked her to. She looked around ensuring that there were no prying eyes before pretending to drop her napkin. Jen slid under the table; unzipped Derek’s fly releasing his thick cock.

She sucked him deep into her mouth teasing him with her tongue as she stroked his cock with. Derek let her know that he was about to come but she didn’t need his warning, his juices flooded her mouth and what she couldn’t swallow dribbled down her chin… her dropped napkin coming in handy wiping the drops away from her mouth…

Jen came home bubbling from her exciting lunch with Derek. She was all over me, her pussy dripping as she recalled his big black cock and his sweet tasting cum.

At 7pm we met him our favourite restaurant, Jen introduced us and I noticed that Jen was right about one thing… Derek was a hunk… For a guy looking at another guy, he was special. His looks, his smile and the way he looked me in the eye when he talked was enough to make the straightest guy melt in front of him. For me, well I could feel my cock swelling as the evening progressed.

With dinner over, we headed back to our place for that special night cap of Jen’s hot pussy, Derek’s massive black prick and my threesome fantasy of horny cock sucking guys with a sexy babe ready for hot action and if we played our cards right there will be three pillows in our bed tonight…

Derek surprised both Jen and I, he took control of our hot session, telling us what to do. He was very dominating when it came to sex, somewhat different to how he appeared at work. He told Jen to drop to her knees and suck my cock the way she had sucked his earlier that day. Jen hungrily pulled my rod from its captivity and sucked me deep into her mouth. Derek made his move; behind her he played with Jen’s thighs through her short skirt before slipping his hands up and under pushing her skirt over her hips. His hands slipped inside her skirt, his fingers diving between her pink pussy lips and deep into her honey pot.

First off when you sign up to a dating site you need to fill out your personal information, such as age, height and body type. Do yourself a favor do not lie! It’s useless to lie about yourself, likes, dislikes, occupation, etc… If you ever plan on actually meeting people in person from internet dating services, then be honest.

Photos are very important if you plan to get as many responses as possible. Men especially will search through profiles with photos only and contact people based on their appearance, so it’s important to have a photo. Post a recent photo of yourself, not one that was taken 10 years ago, this can be deceiving if your appearance has changed. Ladies watch your email inbox fill up if you put a photo on your personal ad. The amount of emails you will receive will amaze you.

Try not to jump into sex talk in your profile too much, unless you are on a site like Adultfriendfinder.com. People might be scared off if they think sex is your only reason to want to meet them. We are all sexual beings however keep the sex chat in the background in the beginning.

When you do find someone you are interested in take it slow! Send a few emails back and forth, chat on instant messenger then work up to a telephone conversation. Don’t ask to meet right away, and do not meet right away. You need to be smart and stay safe. When it comes time to meet in person, do so in a public place and take your own transportation. I’m not trying to scare you, it’s just important to be safe, while meeting people you know very little about.

Try not to discuss previous relationships as this is a big turn off for people. No one wants to hear about negativity especially when you are first getting to know someone. Be positive and your personality will shine.

If you have already starting searching through dating sites, you can see that their is an endless supply of men and women looking for casual dating , romance and marriage. It can be overwhelming to try to find something you like because now you have too many choices compared to the real world. Don’t get overwhelmed, this is easy to do. Write down what you are looking for and search for people who fit your requirements.

This might be a no brainer but do not ask someone to marry you when you first start corresponding with them. And don’t say that you love them or they are your soul mate right off the bat, this might not go over too well. You would be surprised at how many men do this! The bottom line use your common sense, be honest, take your time and have fun!

Not all girls are born female. There is a special class of woman out there, with a different set of attributes than the “genetic girl,” or GG. It’s the transsexual woman, or “TS.” A woman who used to be a male. “Pre-Op” refers to the fact that she has not had sexual reassignment surgery (SRS), the sex-change surgery.

Definitions: A “pre-op transsexual” is a woman in the wrong body, one who has breasts (through taking female hormones and/or breast implants), and a cock. A TS is almost always living full time as a woman. A “non-op transsexual” means that the TS will not have SRS. Usually that is also the case with a pre-op TS. I will be referring to both categories of TS as pre-op in this article, since it is a more widely used expression.

These are the topics that will be addressed in this article:

1. Why would a guy want to date a pre-op TS?
2. Sexual confusion and disorientation.
3. What does a TS look for in a guy?
4. How should a guy approach and treat a TS?
5. How does a TS regard herself?
6. The TS and the gay male community.
7. Sex with a TS.
8. Shemale escorts.

Let’s address them one by one.

1. Why would a guy want to date a pre-op transsexual?

A lot of guys who show interest in TS’s are, in fact, bisexual. Others are bi-curious. Still others are looking for cheap thrills. Some men find TS’s to be more feminine than GG’s. And then, of course, there are guys who seem to just plain connect better with a pre-op transsexual than a GG.

For the guys just seeking a sexual experience, there are plenty of shemale escorts available who will happily provide an exciting experience for a fee, without any danger of commitment. Don’t know any escorts? Use a search engine, search under keywords “shemale escorts (enter name of your city or state)” — odds are you will find what you need.

TS’s tell me that most of the guys who contact them are, in fact, bisexual or bi-curious. They say these men are often looking for a same-sex experience but packaged in such a way that they have deniability. They seek to deny (to themselves, probably) that sex with a person who has both tits and a dick is homosexual in nature, when the guy is sucking that dick or getting fucked by it.

Meet asiangoddessnyc@yahoo.com, of New York.Some men find today’s so-called independent woman to be not very feminine at all, overly assertive, argumentative, prone to characterizing a simple male advance as “harassment,” and a general pain in the ass to be around. One guy told me dating a so-called independent woman “is like dating your brother.” Who among the women of today delight in being extremely (and classically) feminine? The TS’s.

Others find solace with a pre-op transsexual because she used to be a male and has a far better understanding of what it means to be male than most GG’s ever will. Any guy who is chronically misunderstood by GG’s will be able to appreciate the viewpoint of the TS.

2. Sexual confusion and disorientation.

Guys ask me for advice. “I met this transsexual woman at a club and I am really attracted to her but I am concerned that it means I am gay or something. Am I?”

Some careful dialogue with the guy usually uncovers the fact that he was very attracted to the TS’s femininity. Her look, her voice, her movement, her laugh, her smile, her scent, and all those other feminine cues that trigger interest and a masculine response from a guy. Gay guys are not attracted to those attributes.

Therefore, if a straight man finds himself interested in a pre-op transsexual and is experiencing Meet Jamie of Indiana, email: Glamazonblondets@aol.com. some confusion as a result, then he needs to consider exactly what it is about her that is attracting him. If it’s her femininity, then he’s not responding like a gay man would, and thus shouldn’t worry about whether he’s “turning gay.” If the guy can accept that he is attracted to a somewhat different kind of woman and still wants to pursue it, take it just one step at a time.

Take her out to dinner or a movie. Talk to her about whatever, listen to her words. Look into her eyes. Can he get lost in her eyes, as he can with a GG? Can he relax around her and just enjoy being with her, as if she were a GG? If so, take one more step. Hold hands, kiss her good-night. In other words, treat her like he would any GG date, at a pace that he can handle, given his concerns. Easy!

3. What does a transsexual woman look for in a guy?

What does any woman look for in a guy? A straight man, a guy who loves and appreciates women.

This quote came to me this evening as I was writing this article. A pretty TS said she wants “a man with class, respect, morals, intelligence, humor and loyalty.” She is having great difficulty finding a man like that.

Why? Because most guys, she said, “are the same, they are just bi-curious or want their fantasy to come true.” That is why god made “escorts.”

What a pre-op transsexual woman wants in a guy is what most any woman wants in a guy. Surprise, surprise! If a guy wants to develop a relationship with a TS (think this through carefully)…how should he approach her?

A TS who hangs out online gets a million instant messages and emails about sexual encounters. A TS who has the genuine sensibilities of the female will not respond to sexual adventure proposals any better than most GG’s will.

4. How should a guy approach and treat a TS?

A male-to-female transsexual is generally defined as a woman in a man’s body. The key thing to bear in mind here is: WOMAN in a man’s body. If a guy wants to get past her suspicions about the nature of his interest in her, don’t offer her a dick. Offer her flowers and a dinner date. He needs to express his interest the same way he would with any GG.

What genetic females will appreciate, so will the TS. Don’t treat her like a freak. Chances are excellent she will resent being treated as a curiosity. She has endured a lot of pain and derision over gender issues, and has spent a lot of money trying to correct a mistake by nature. Be understanding and appreciative of her ordeal. Be a gentleman. Get past the plumbing issues and think in terms of her femininity. It’s not that hard to do and she will greatly appreciate it.

Reading the articles at this website will satisfy your curiosity about what a TS is, what she needs and how she thinks. Therefore, a man doesn’t need to bring up TS issues on the first date. Instead, he should focus on her, her life and her interests. He shouldn’t treat her any differently than he would any other woman. She craves to be treated like any other woman, but she fully expects her date to ask inappropriate sex- and TS-related questions, because it happens all the time. Surprise and delight her! Don’t even bring the subject up. Let her be the one to bring it up, if she wants. Doing things this way will likely make a very big impression. And that could put the guy miles ahead of everyone else vying for her attention.

Odds are, she’s taking female hormones. That often results in feminine mood swings. Expect that. The pre-op TS may still have a dick, but psychologically she’s a girl.

5. How does a pre-op transsexual woman regard herself?

She responds as a woman, therefore she regards herself as a woman. But being female for her is likely a whole lot more difficult than it is for the GG. Why? Imagine how men she meets react when she tells them she is a TS who hasn’t had the sex change. Usually the guy immediately loses interest. He might even react with disgust. Or worse. This will impact on her sense of self-worth and esteem.

Meet Donna of Southern California, email: MsDonna826@aol.com.The pre-op TS will often adopt an image that is clearly, unmistakably feminine as she seeks to define herself as a woman. Probably she will not care to dress in a way that could be construed as masculine. A male appearance is in her past. The TS wants to immerse herself into something warmly and clearly feminine, which accounts for the clearly feminine clothing and heels. The TS is unlikely to identify with female Marines, Abrams tank drivers and fighter jet pilots.

Who is attracted to her? Mostly bi guys and thrill seekers. Finding a man who will accept her as a woman with a dick is very difficult indeed. But the man who can appreciate her femaleness, accept and love her is in for a huge benefit. He will be on the receiving end of a whole lot of attention, affection, and desire to please. His girl will probably go all out to look very desirable. She will wear very feminine clothing and shoes. She will work hard to perfect her makeup. After all, she loves being a girl. And she (finally) has a man who appreciates her. She is very unlikely to take him for granted. Interestingly enough, this approach to pleasing a man and adopting a feminine appearance is rather sadly lacking today among genetic women.

When my girlfriend and I go off to the movies or a restaurant, she is almost always the only female in the place in a blouse and skirt, or a dress — and both the men and women notice her. You can see the envy in the men’s eyes. They want their women to dress in a more feminine manner too, and it isn’t happening for them. The TS’s often have a better understanding of what men want, a better grip on how to be female.

6. The TS and the gay male community.

Often they are at odds. Gay men respond to masculinity, not femininity. A TS is very likely looking for a straight man, for it is a man who will make her feel like the woman she is, which is something to which most any GG can attest. Gay men will generally not find a TS of interest. There is often friction between the transgendered and gay communities. Some gay men accuse transgendered women as being unable to decide what they want. Although transgendered and gay communities ally themselves for political purposes, they otherwise have little in common.

7. Sex with a pre-op TS.

For those men who find themselves attracted to a pre-op TS but wary of the prospect of sex, here’s a solution. Assuming that guy has read the earlier remarks in Section 2, then the solution is to think of having sex with a TS as just a plumbing issue. Forget about her penis. The guy has a girlfriend with a simple plumbing issue. There’s no pussy, so get over it. What are the options? I’m sure any guy thinking of sex with a pre-op transsexual woman has quickly inventoried all the places he can stick his cock.

A TS on hormones may not have a functional penis. And a TS with the sensibilities of a Meet Ranae of Florida, email: RanAllis7@aol.com. She was born in 1964. genetic woman is very unlikely to want to fuck a guy in the ass or stuff it down his throat anyway, so a straight guy need not be concerned about it.

Time for the orifice inventory. Will a TS want to suck cock? Get fucked in the ass? It’s very likely she will. Can she cum? Many do cum from anal sex. TS’s on hormones tend to cum repeatedly, much as GG’s can, but without the usual male-type ejaculation.

Anal sex need not be messy. An experienced TS will know how to make it a great experience. Lubrication is a necessity. Keep some handy.

What is the essence of femininity? Females are nurturers and pleasers by nature. They are warm, loving beings who love to please. Sex tends to be tied up with romantic love. Women love to be “taken” by a masculine man, since it is the act of erotic surrender that centers them, that makes them feel like “a real woman.” Therefore, hardly any TS with the sensibilities of a woman will be looking to “top” a guy or will be looking for a guy who wants to suck her dick.

Foreplay? Remember, treat her like a woman. She is going to respond the same way.

8. Shemale escorts.

The term “shemale” came out of the porn business, and it refers to a person with breasts and a dick.

I keep using the expression, “a TS with the sensibilities of a GG…” for a reason, to distinguish the TS who wants to be treated as a woman, who fully identifies with being a Meet Tiffany of Florida, email: spoiledrottenfl@aol.com.woman, from those who cater to the submissive male crowd, the bi-male crowd and the thrill-seeking crowd for money.

The genuine TS — one with the sensibilities of a GG — won’t likely be promoting herself as a shemale any more than a GG seeking a real relationship will be promoting herself as an “escort.” That means, one who advertises herself as a shemale or shemale escort likely has a viewpoint not very compatible with developing a sound relationship. Act accordingly.

A man needs to clarify his interests and goals. If he’s just looking for a blowjob from a TS, or wants to suck some TS dick, cool. Pay an escort for some fun. If he wants to get something real going, then forget about the escorts. Why forget about them? Those girls get lied to every hour of every day and have heard it all. They aren’t likely to believe that the average Joe asking for a simple date is serious. For most, the gateway to getting to know them is to first become a client.

That’s it. Good luck. Feedback is appreciated.

FEEDBACK RECEIVED:

“Great article. I am actually going on a date with a very classy TS next week. I hope to take her to a very nice dinner and just enjoy her company. If there is no sex then I don’t mind because I will have got to know a very cool lady. I will remember what you wrote so I will not act like a fool and ask her about sex all the time and respect her as a true woman. Thanks and I will tell you how the date went.” -from a man.

“Thanks for this. Made me feel good.” -from a TS woman.

“I love that article. Very impressive.” -from a TS woman.

“Excellent! That will save me hours of explaining things to these freaks. The points you make are well put. Most people are so clueless when it comes to a transsexual.” -from a TS woman.

“That was one of the most awesome articles I have read. I myself have limited experience in this matter, I have only dated one, and it didn’t last very long. She called it off due to what she said was her not being ready to commit. We are still friends and I call her every now and then. So I am a 43-year-old male still in search of the right ‘girl.’ The points you made in the article are great. I think it will open many eyes. Thank you, well done.” -from a man.

“Your article hits all the issues dead on. Dating for us is such a minefield, strewn with so many issues, to tell, not to tell. Is he married, is he a gentleman, is he a jerk? The only issue you don’t touch is violence, with is done to us a lot. At least it was to me.

“I’m a little older than most of the TS’s you probably send it to and I really don’t look my age. So another issue for me has been age, so many young kids looking for thrills. I personally have given up ever meeting online or in the GLBT bars around town. And with my own surgery this week, hopefully I can meet someone just living my life.

“I do think you’re right, we tend to be a better partner and understand the men’s issues better. We also tend to be as feminine as we can be, a result of going through this process. Thank you.” -from a TS woman.

“Indeed very interesting…you hit it all on the head.” -from a TS woman.

“I don’t really know you but I read what you wrote about TS’s, GG’s and men and I think it was very well written and had a lot of validity to it.” -from a TS woman.

“Great info, it answered a lot of my questions. OK now I just have to find someone in the central Florida area.” -from a man.

“Hi, that’s very good. Thank you for putting most of my thoughts into print. I think you should clean up the choice of words a tad, but I think it’s wonderful. In fact, I sent a copy to a guy who was rude with me a few minutes ago. I loved it. Again, thanks.” -from a TS woman.

“I loved your article. You handled a difficult subject with candor and sensitivity. Your girlfriend is a lucky woman!” -from a crossdresser.

“I just wanted to say I enjoyed your articles and to say thank you.” -from a TS woman.

Shemale (sometimes she-male or she-man) is a noun in the English language, most notable for its slang usage in a pejorative context referring to male-to-female transsexuals (transwomen). Shemale is widely used in sex industries to refer to transsexual people who have breasts of an adult female (through hormone replacement therapy and/or breast implants) and may have other female secondary sex characteristics, but have not undergone genital reassignment surgery. Shemale, along with tranny, ladyboy, and other terms with similar connotations, are commonly used in pornography, escorting, and associated sex industries; videos and magazines involving such people are a common sub-genre of pornography. Melissa Hope Ditmore, of the Trafficked Persons Rights Project, notes the term “is an invention of the sex industry, and most transwomen find the term abhorrent.”

According to Philip H. Herbst’s Wimmin, Wimps & Wallflowers, shemale has been applied to “almost anyone who appears to have bridged gender lines”, including effeminate men and lesbians. In LGBT communities, especially amongst transgender individuals, the term is considered offensive for its connotations, associations with sex industries and implication that one’s gender identity is less than genuine. It is often seen by transsexual people as a term of abuse. According to Professors Laura Castañeda and Shannon Campbell at the University of Southern California’s Annenberg School of Journalism, using the term for a transwoman is considered “highly offensive and inaccurate” because it implies “she is working ‘in the [sex] trade and retains her male genitalia.’ It may be considered libellous.”

My girlfriend Nikki walked into a TS club in Los Angeles recently, with two transgendered friends. Inside, one of the girls met a fellow she had met once before and had talked with online for about a month. Each knew ahead of time the other would be at the club that night. They began talking, then slow-danced, then all three girls and the fellow talked for a half hour.

“I’ve got to go out and make a quick phone call, I will be right back,” the guy said. He walked away.

After a half hour, the girl went looking for him. He had left the club altogether. “He’s gone,” she said to the others.

“The discussion between us girls turned to what this means,” my girlfriend said. “He’s leaving her alone in a pick up bar with lots of other men around that could swoop down on her at any moment. They had a little relationship going, a brief one, but there was real interest on the part of both. I mentioned, ‘He wouldn’t do this to a genetic girl.’ Things like this happen all the time to TS’s.”

The abandoned girl was upset and 45 minutes after he went to “make a quick phone call,” she left.

Soon afterwards, the guy returned, looking for the girl. He comes up to the two remaining girls, and says, “I’m back. Hey where’s my girl?” His demeanor was as though there were nothing wrong.

“She left,” the girls said.

“Why, what happened?” he asked.

“Well, she figured after 45 minutes that you hadn’t gone to make a quick phone call, that you had dumped her,” my girlfriend told him.

He was very surprised at that, she said. “I’m sorry. But I told you I was coming back.”

“Yes, but that was about an hour ago.”

“I guess I need to apologize to her,” the guy said.

“He left saying he would call and apologize,” my girlfriend reported.

The two girls talked. Both have had experiences where men have said the same kind of thing, saying they will be right back, and disappeared for a long time. “You run into them an hour and a half later in a different part of the club, and they walk up to you as though they had left five minutes ago, not an hour and a half ago, and they don’t see that as a problem. They don’t understand what that does to us as a person.

“Quite frankly, going through repeated experiences like that has a very negative impact, it’s very deflating to you as a woman. Because we suspect that they don’t do that to genetic women.

“It’s not just me and the girls I know, it happens to thousands in the transgendered

community. One girl has had guys call her after 18 months with no contact and act for all the world as though he hadn’t been absent.

“We think this happens for a couple of reasons,” my girlfriend said. “They think we’re not real women. On some level they think we’re guys and that we will understand. They expect us to understand as if we were guys, like one of their guy friends would. They wouldn’t think of this as an issue, they wouldn’t think of this as degrading.

“But we are not guys. We don’t think like guys, we don’t want to be treated like guys. Don’t treat us like one of your buddies. A transsexual is not a guy, we are not going to understand like one of his guy friends would. So don’t expect us to.

“Expect us to react like a genetic woman would,” she said firmly.

“They see us as something less than a real woman, and because of that they react to us differently than they would a genetic woman. In their mind, we’re in some kind of in-between world, not quite a woman.” And when a TS is perceived as “not quite” a woman, the men treat her as “not quite” a woman.

“The simplest thing to do,” she said, “is stop thinking about us as anything less than a female. Make the leap and think of us as women. If you can make that leap, then you will have solved one of the biggest problems a transsexual faces.”

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~ Adam Starbucks, Ph.D.

In the passion of making love, my playmate and I communicate a profundity of love that words cannot carry. Being together in this fully present and intimate way opens the channel of communication to allow for full disclosure of emotions and the expression of our innermost desires.

We never allow our lovemaking to be a routine act of fulfilling desire. To do so would invite boredom. Intimate love is an adventure of shared warmth and spontaneity. We have spontaneity in our lovemaking, knowing that spontaneity between lovers must always be balanced with kindness, care, and respect for each other.

Love today, right now, without condition or requirement. Live each day by love. Seize love when it comes your way and as quickly, give it away. Celebrate love! We occasionally have our very own private party in the bedroom or anywhere else our imagination takes us that might stimulate and excite us. We allow our imagination and creativity free rein. We do not expect our love relationship to be exciting without making it exciting.

The intimate and trusting atmosphere we create together allows an occasional flirting with mutually acceptable fantasies, a powerful stimulus to sexual pleasure. Anything goes as long as love prevails: touch, tongue, tickle; silk, satin, lace; the kitchen table, the patio in the moonlight, the hot tub or Bennigan’s parking lot.

Making love is an open window of discovery, an exciting adventure of each other, allowing exploration of a depth of passion attainable to only the few.

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There is no such thing as too much intimacy.
A balance of excitement and quiet pleasures allows a relationship to maximize its potential. My love partner and I have a deep need for the gentleness of a passionate kiss, tenderness, caressing, fondling, and touching each other.

We experience touch as an expression of caring, of comforting and of expressing warm affection. Touching enlivens our lives. It nurtures our love relationship. The gift of touch contains within it the miracle of healing and bonding. Touch is a means of connecting emotionally, physically and spiritually. The gentleness of touch communicates, “I love you,” and is not always a prelude to passion.

The miracle of unconditional love is nurtured by the power of the Divine and our own imagination. Imagine the possibilities!
Sex gives us an enormous opportunity to exercise responsibility. I believe that the sexual experience is immeasurably heightened when both love partners feel free to mutually share their likes and dislikes, cares and concerns and honor each other for their choices. It is the ultimate expression of the joy of life; of being together. It is a Divine connection.

My love partner is the consummate lover. She openly discloses her sexuality, free of inhibitions. I also invite my love partner to know me intimately. Making love with one another elevates us to a level of satisfaction for which there are no words.

The highest form of pleasure comes when you give yourself fully with love, creating a mystical ecstasy that allows both love partners to be lost in time and space, if only for a few brief moments.

Chains do not hold a relationship together. It is threads, hundreds of tiny threads which sew people together through the years. That is what makes a relationship last – more than passion or even sex.
My love partner and I both know that our individual sexual fulfillment is primarily up to each other, not our love partner. Our lovemaking is a beautiful expression of love at its most Divine level of happiness; a demonstration of reverence for God’s ultimate gift of Love to us as lovers.

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Most people know that although performers are there to provide a service members pay for, they are persons with feelings, too. For whom this is not clear we put together a brief guide about what turns them off.

One goes to private with a performer to have fun and various kinds of satisfaction. The primary goal is naturally to please the member, who pays big bucks per minute. However, if the member wants the performer to do everything he wants, it is useful to be nice. Performers do have the freedom to refuse whatever they do not want to do. So to keep both parties satisfied it is essential that they should both be humane and understanding. We got the following no-no tips from the performers themselves, so it is important to keep them in mind.

What performers hate:

1. Beggars/free-beggars. Make him/her want to do the things you imagined, instead of begging for them right away. It is not stylish, and it’s silly to think that anyone would love to do special things for free, or for a couple of dollars. Begging is the biggest turn-off for the performers.

2. Rude people/no respect. Rude people are almost like beggars, but in a worse version. The rude types should remember those moments of their childhood when they were told what to do by a rude person. Paying for something doesn’t entitle a person to humiliate others.

3. People who leave private without saying thanks and/or goodbye. This is basics. Let’s not be rednecks…

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1. On the couch:

After the bed, the couch in the living room is screaming for attention. And the best part… it’s comfy too. The cushions work as a support system to get those curves and arches to enjoy the perfect moves, while the lack of space will keep up the intimacy levels. Want some more action? Put on a wild flick on video and you have a perfect mood maker!
Word of caution: Watch out your moves, going out of control is injurious…for the couch of course!

2. In the bathtub: Things can get real hot even in a cool bath tub. For the ultimate romantic experience, arrange for a bubble bath with aromatic rose petals and passion perfume. Add some mood lighting, splash a few drops of ‘ylang ylang’ essential oil and be certain that the sensuous experiment will lead to some supah hot sex.
Word of caution: Check out the water temperature, you don’t want to end up with painful blisters or a frozen lover…isn’t?

3. In the kitchen: Be it 91/2 Weeks or Fatal Attraction , the kitchen has borne witness to quite a number of sexapades. The sturdy surfaces and shelves offer great support, especially for stand-up acts, while the feeling of being at an unconventional place pumps up the excitement to newer heights. And how can you miss the yummy treats your kitchen is loaded with? Eat them, but off each other’s hot bods. Think chocolate, cream, jams and jellies!
Word of caution: Know the stuff you are eating and applying…some edibles are good only to eat. So watch out for allergies!

4. In the pool: Though not many are privileged to have one in the confines of their home, if you are one of the lucky few, make the most of it. Challenge your swimming skills and get under for into some underwater escapades. Who said that the inflatable water turtle is meant only for tanning, use it for some steamy adventure…ride it together and get a new high!
Word of caution: You need not be swimming champs, but fairly decent floating skills are definitely expected to get into the water-y fun.

5. In the car: Yes it’s crammed, but it’s cosy too. A quickie in the backseat can rekindle the excitement that you felt during your heady college days. Put on some romantic retro tracks and switch on the AC. Don’t fret, it won’t cool down the passion. When the place is different, the position can’t be a drab. It’s tough to adjust facing each other, but turning the world around can definitely help…hope you got the clue!
Word of caution: Just be careful where you park…you don’t want to get busted!

6. In the dressing room: How about catching her unawares in the dressing room of a store? Sounds dangerous but thrilling too! The fear of getting caught will only add to the sensual experience, while the lack of time is perfect to give you a never before quickie. Thinking comfort? Sorry! All you have is a stool…let him stand as you take charge!
Word of caution: Making noise is not allowed here and do take care of hidden cameras and key-holes.

7. The stairs: If you are thinking they can be a pain to one’s body, think again, as they can be adventurous too. After all, they can give you those highs and lows, especially when the girl is comparatively short.
Word of caution: Don’t get really aggressive if getting cramps in your lower back is not on your mind.

8. On the roof : Yes, this can be a great playground; the gentle moonlight, a cool breeze to caress your passionate entwinings. Pep it up with some paper lamps or scented candles and light music, which will just add to the mood. You have all the space to set the ball rolling…so go ahead and explore her contours under a starry sky.
Word of caution: No physical risks are involved…but just take care of peeping Toms around.

9. In a sleeping bag: Nothing could bring you as close as that sleeping bag that’s meant for a single person and is loaded with two! Why not get into some naughty action and add to a fun-filled camping trip? Instead of the normal position, turn around and have some fun from behind. Talk about kinky fantasies!
Word of caution: Zip the bag properly, you don’t want end up killing insects in the mid of the act.

10. On a plane: You can try the toilet and if that’s too cramped, the seat in a Business or First class cabin. Some airliners with long-haul flights now boast of recliner seats that go as flat as a bed. Take a flight of fantasy.
Word of caution: Don’t try it if you already have flight phobia and take care of people lining-up outside the loo.

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