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A sexfight is a voluntary erotic physical competition involving at least one woman and leading to one or more orgasms. There are several variations, but the most common version involves forcing the opponent to orgasm against their will. In real life sexfights are quite rare. They are far more common in erotic short stories available primarily on the Internet. As with much fetish material, sexfight material has an extremely limited audience—either the reader or viewer loves it or isn't interested.

When the opponents are both male, it is usually called a cockfight.

A sexfight differs from a catfight, which involves scratching, slapping, perhaps arm twisting, tit-squeezing, hair-pulling, punching and even biting but does not normally involve trying to cause an orgasm.

These are the common variations found either in stories or in videos:

Erotic Wrestling: This is one of the most common sexfight forms. Two women wrestle naked, or in bikinis, or in bras and panties, or in bras and tights (pantyhose). Often they wear stockings and suspender belts. The holds generally involve "wrestling around" rather than either formal amateur or pro wrestling techinques.

Loser Cums First: Whoever cums first loses. A problem with this is that for commercial videos it results in women wrestling around for 90 minutes with one orgasm, and that doesn't sell well. For stories it involves loads of build-up that gets boring.

Two Out of Three: AvidMike at Chickfight.com started this. His original videos were "loser cums first". Of course, a commercial video in his price range needs to be at least an hour, so if one opponent cums after 20 minutes they have to continue to have a saleable product.

Most Orgasms in an Hour: This started with Sasha vs. Monique from Chickfight. The video started as "best two out of three". However, the two girls were lesbians and lovers in real life and, unlike previous videos, they did not try to defend against stimulation. The result was three forced orgasms in less than ten minutes! Sasha is extremely aggressive and has had more than 10 orgasms in each of her videos, although she only lost one sexfight, to Dakota.

Trib-only: Some women prefer tribadism because it can be very erotic and stimulating, so they limit the fight to tribadism. An example was Veronika vs. Alexis at Chickfight.com. Alexis deliberately chose tribadism because in her previous sexfight, where she won 2-0, tribadism was the main thing that turned her on.

No Defense: In early Chickfight videos, the women often fought to prevent their opponent from stimulating them. Nakita Cross had several fights that ended with a single orgasm. Because sexfight fans are more interested in the "sex" than the "fight", such videos don't sell well. Newer Chickfight videos often involve competitors just seeing how can hold out longer with direct clit-to-clit stimulation.

Go At It Mechanically: This is a common complaint about many videos from Danube Womens Wrestling, a major European producer of unscripted sexfight videos. (See TribGirls) Often the two women simply get into a scissors-trib position and just mechanically rub each other until one of them cums.

Battle of Wills: In this variation the women engage in mutual stimulation until either one breaks off or one cums. This usually involves trib, 69, mutual deep-fingering, or rubbing each other's clits.

Victory Orgasm: The women agree that the loser will eat the winner's pussy until the winner cums. Usually, the loser lies on her back and the winner sits on her face as a symbol of conquest.

Humiliation: This is common in stories and occasionally appears in scripted videos. The idea is that two women sexfight either over a man or lesbian lover or for dominance.

In stories:

  • The winner often humiliates the loser by kicking her out naked or in torn clothes.
  • The winner humiliates the loser by having sex with her man or her lesbian lover while the loser watches.
  • The winner humiliates the loser by requiring the loser to have sex with the winner's man or lesbian lover.
  • The winner and her man or lesbian loever share the loser sexually.
  • The winner forces the loser to a huge orgasm with a dildo or some other means, generally while a crowd is watching.
  • The winner forces the loser to give her a victory orgasm.

Force Orgasm or Control During Orgasm: In this variation a "point" can be scored in several ways:

  1. Force the opponent to orgasm against her will
  2. Force your own orgasm while preventing the opponent from preventing it. For instance, a woman gets her opponent in a "school-girl" pin and then rubs her own clit until she cums all over her opponent's face.
  3. Force the opponent to bring her to orgasm. For instance, hold the opponent in a school-girl pin and force her to eat your pussy until you cum.
If anyone tries these in real life it is extremely important to agree on the rules in advance in detail. There have been reports of real-life sexfights where each woman claimed she won and it led to a real fight—the woman on the bottom said, "I made you cum. I won." The woman on top said, "I got myself off while controlling you. I won."

Celebrities: A number of fictitious stories involve sexfights between two well-known female celebrities, usually actresses or women in the news.

WWE Female Wrestlers: There is a site with loads of stories about WWE female wrestlers such as Trish Stratus. However, the stories are not widely circulated.

Uncommon or non-existent types of fights

RAPE: A sexfight does not involve rape. In a rape, one person does not want to be involved and the other person overcomes the resistance by force, drugs or threats. In a sexfight, each participant is trying to win either by forcing her opponent to cum or by using her opponent to cum. In a sexfight, when one opponent is saying, "No!" it is not that she does not want to participate, it is that her opponent is close to forcing her to orgasm.

Beat Up and Force Orgasm: This occurs in some stories but not in videos. The scenario is that the two women engage in a fistfight, a catfight or a boxing match, one literally beats up the other and then she brings her to orgasm against her will. In these stories, the storyline is not that the two agree to battle and the winner will be permitted to get the loser off; it is that the winner brutalizes the loser. It is essentially a rape or forcible sodomy.

Overpower and Force Orgasm: This is common in stories but not in real life. Women usually want an opponent of roughly equal size and weight. Women involved in a sexfight start sweating pretty quickly, which makes their bodies slippery. People familiar with this technique have said that if a woman slick from sweat is really trying to resist her opponent, e.g., by pushing away, it is almost impossible to overpower the woman, hold her helpless and stimulate her enough to make her orgasm. (Regarding the difference between "overpower" and "beat up", a wrestler who pins her opponent is not beating her up.)

Unconsciousness: This is not particularly rare in stories but unheard of in videos due to the possibility of severe injury or even death. Basically, the idea is that one opponent renders the other unconscious with a smother hold, choking, etc.

Oil, Jello, Mud, Spaghetti, etc.: These are quite rare. Women wrestling quickly start sweating, so oil does not substantially increase slipperiness. Oil or mud make it almost impossible to hold the woman long enough to make her orgasm. In addition, oil makes any medium or long hair look ratty, not sexy. People interested in watching sexfights generally want to see the forced orgasms, not women covered in mud.

Male versus Female: Although these are available they are quite rare and highly scripted and they involve severely mismatched opponents, such as a 180-pound 6 foot-tall woman bodybuilder and experienced wrestler versus a 5 foot 4 inch 110-pound man with no wrestling experience.

Sexfight-Cockfight Combo A few stories with this contain this theme but no videos because essentially a sexfight is lesbian porn, a cockfight is gay male porn and they appeal to different audiences.

Handicap Match: A handicap match is a two-on-one match. In pro wrestling, this usually involves a really big and well-known wrestler fighting two small wrestlers who are newcomers and the big wrestler defeats both wrestlers. I have suggested to AvidMike having a woman who is pretty good at holding off her orgasms fight two women who have difficulty resisting orgasm, taking them on one at a time. An alternative would be the the one woman can wear a bra, panties and stockings and the two women have to fight nude, which would make stimulation more effective against them. Realistically, it is quite unlikely either of those will happen.

Tag Team: In tag-team wrestling a wrestler can tag out with a partner. In a sexfight, this would be done to avoid an orgasm. The video would be one long wrestling match probably with a single orgasm.

Round Robin: I have suggested a variation to AvidMike with three girls, two at a time, where a woman switches out after she cums. The benefit of this would be that the woman who didn't cum would be somewhat tired and probably quite turned on and now she would have to face a rested opponent who is probably less excited because she has been watching but was not in physical contact with an opponent.

Battle Royale: In a Battle Royale, "anybody is game". If, for example, there were eight participants, they would randomly pair off and when a woman cums she would be eliminated. Ganging up would be allowed, etc. There have been a few Battle Royale stories but they are rare and videos are virtually non-existent.

Bondage There are some highly scripted videos where the winner ties up the loser and usually pretends to spank her, etc. Almost all of these are very poorly acted, with the sex completely faked. Also, people interested in sexfights generally are not interested in bondage and vice versa. Since these are both niche markets, it is even harder to find a customer base interested in both.

Toys There are some scripted videos where the opponents use toys at some point. Usually, these will have three segments, one with toys, one a sexfight and a third segment. In general people interested in sexfights are not interested in toys.

Golden Showers, etc. Again, both these and sexfighting are niche markets, with essentially no overlap. Many of Aussie Greg's stories contain a bit of such content but he is almost unique in this.

Typical story lines

  • A man cheats on his wife or girlfriend and she decides to show the other woman "who is the better woman" or "whose sex is better", in the sense of whose sexual organs are better.
  • "The other woman" decides to win her "man" from his wife or girlfriend by defeating her in a sexfight.
  • Two women each want to be "the" leader of a group of women (e.g., cheerleaders), and one challenges the other to a sexfight.
  • A corporation has only female executives. They settle disputes among themselves by sexfighting.

Less common story lines

  • Two sisters get in an argument, start fighting and it turns sexual.
  • Two female friends decide to experiement with kissing, etc., and it goes further.
  • Two women are titfighting or catfighting and one starts grinding against the other either because the one grinding is losing and she is seeking a distraction or because the one grinding is winning and wants to humiliate her opponent.

Well-known sexfight story authors

  • Aussie Greg (Stories involve Vietnamese plus other Asian women and sometimes involve urination or similar activities and/or physical violence. His new free site http://www.asiansexfightstories.com)
  • Giannis (Referred to as "Dr. Trib" for his extensive knowledge of tribadism techniques.)
  • H.G. Hunt (Novels can get extremely wordy with lots of "filler".)
  • Rino (No longer writes)

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I know it may have been some time since the last chapter, so if you've forgotten some of the story or if you're just jumping into the series, I'll give you a quick summary. In chapter 1, Alice began her journey as a cross dresser after what was initially a simple prank turned a platonic sleepover into 3 way for her and her friends. During the date however she met a classmate who was clueless to her true identity. In this chapter they go on their first date. In the other chapters Alice reconnects with her friends and struggles with her sexuality and new persona. She is constantly developing herself so if you read these for the plot, you might want to read the preceding chapters to fully understand the writing. As for the few but inspiring dedicated fans, the pleas to write more do not go unheard; I read all of your fantastic comments!

The week came and went and Kenny was still texting Alice with much enthusiasm. He no longer needed Ethan's help, though, and we weren't talking as much now. I wanted to know if he was excited or scared, or if he was going to try and make a move on Alice, but he wouldn't divulge too much information any more. Before, he would rush to me with every new text and consult me. I would practically write the entire conversation as I was texting for Alice too. I found the coincidence funny but there was no one I could tell. Now, though, Kenny would barely tell me if he even texted Alice that day. I knew he did, obviously, but I wanted to know what he was thinking and what he was planning. Unfortunately, I had to wait for Friday, when he planned our date.

While Kenny and I were growing apart, Greg was mirroring his behavior and started to border on ignoring me. I couldn't blame him, though: the last real conversation we had ended when I stormed off his porch after he kissed me as Ethan, not Alice. I was almost outraged that he had tried this, but after only a little bit of reflection, I realized how much I was overreacting. I had never told Greg that I wanted to be his friend as Ethan and much more as Alice. He was confused when I pushed him off, and when he called me Alice casually he thought he was just flirting, but he didn't realize the significance it had.

To me, it seemed like the entire persona of Alice was nothing to Greg, and he was just another horny teen looking for the next place to stick it in, but I knew he was so much more than what I gave him credit for. He cooked meals for me, he took me on dates, he held doors for me, and when we had sex, we made love. Greg was a lover and took nothing more than he gave. I was lucky to have him. I was really lucky to get any guy. I don't think anyone else in my class would be OK with Alice. I forgot how much I should be thankful for Mark as well.

Maybe Mark didn't just ask for a blowjob whenever he felt horny: maybe he knew that it made me feel like a woman. This was a stretch, but it was still a possibility. I remember the first time he saw me dressed on my own. He called me Alice, and he said she was beautiful, and when I told him I wanted to be a girl, he assumed his position as a man. He told me I had to please my man. Was this him being horny, him wanting to help me realize who I was, or a little of both. I hoped it was the latter, or was all that just a lie so he could fuck me? I hadn't considered it before. I quickly shook out those thoughts. Mark wouldn't have created that elaborate plan just for an orgasm: I convinced myself then that Mark cared about me, but I was going to have to see in the days to come how he really felt about me.

The date night approached, and I started to stress about what I was going to wear. It was early in the week, but I was already worried about my very limited wardrobe. I couldn't make any excuses to get out of the house during the week and getting Alice's clothes in through the front door was always a very tense time, so I decided to order them online. I began browsing for casual dresses then got carried away and started gazing upon gowns and party dresses. I remembered what I was doing then got back to it. I ordered a modest floral dress and large purple belt to match the flowers on my dress.

I decided that I should order some shoes to go with my outfit, and then I went down a slippery slope of online shopping. I ordered a pair of light purple pumps, and then I got really adventurous. I added stockings and a garter belt to my personal collection as well as a black g-string and a petite black satin nightie. I knew that I wasn't going to let Kenny get anywhere near the stage where I invited him in to see my underwear, but I was fantasizing, and I didn't want to stop. Then, I took another big step and decided to order a bright pink vibrator. I felt so naughty doing it, but I couldn't stop anticipating its arrival even though I had just ordered it.

With my outfit sorted, I was finally able to relax and take care of the erect dick in my pants. I hadn't cum since I was at Greg's, so I was expecting to get off quite quickly. I got started with my usual routine by loading up a video on the internet and then pulling my pants down, but for some reason, I couldn't climax. I sat there masturbating, but it just felt like something was missing. Dismayed and shocked, I gave up after a few near-climax moments, feeling they were enough for tonight.

Friday came around and I was taking books out of my locker when Kenny walked joyfully down to me and stopped, leaning against my locker with a smile.

"You did it! The date is tonight, and I can't thank you enough for your help. "

"Thanks, but I just helped you get what was in your heart onto the screen, you did it too."

Kenny blushed, "That's it, thank you so much again, any more great advice for tonight? Do you know what Alice might be expecting?"

Of course I did, I knew exactly what Alice wanted. It was almost too easy. I told Kenny what cologne to wear, and what kind of shirt he should wear for tonight. I wanted go on and describe to him everything I wanted to see in a man, but if I had gone any further, I would have sounded like a stalker. As far as Kenny knew, I had never even met this girl, and I was already prepared to tell him all about the way she cut her sandwiches! He thanked me for the cologne suggestion, but questioned my decision to go with a collared shirt. I told him it would be an evening date, and she would expect it, but he just told me he would consider it. "Fine, I guess we'll just have to see what Alice thinks," I thought. It was too easy to be right. The bell rang and we both went to our classes, and I never got the time to meet up with Kenny again, but a few hours longer to wait wouldn't be a tragedy.

I went home and started my transformation into Alice. First, I got in the shower and began slathering my legs, arms, and anywhere that needed it with shaving cream. Luckily, as far as hair went, my face wasn't an issue. I had barely managed to grow some lip fuzz over the course of a month a couple months back, so facial hair would not be a problem in my transformation.

As I finished the last stroke on my leg, I smiled and reached down to feel the smoothness of my legs. It was nothing new, but it felt so feminine and was a symbolic process for me. It was also, as usual, an arousing experience. The stroking of my soft legs got me in the mood, but again, for some reason, I couldn't climax. The shower had a track record of housing some of my most explosive orgasms ever, but this time it failed me. It still felt like there was something else I needed and this missing piece wouldn't let me cum until I found it. I rinsed off.

I took out my newly acquired makeup kit, and with the help of some online tutorials, I began applying it. I was proud of myself after I had finished. I had been getting better after practice, but this look was almost professional: it was like it was something I'd been doing all my life. I slipped on my underwear and bra, and tucked loose ends into their place. I was walking out of the bedroom when I heard the doorbell ring.

I looked outside and saw a mailman's truck. Startled, I rushed to put on my guy clothes to answer the door, but I suddenly remembered my make-up. Even if I had wanted to take it off, I wouldn't have enough time; these mailmen didn't wait very long. I threw off Ethan's shorts I was putting on and grabbed the red blouse I had grown so attached to. I heard more knocking this time, and louder, as I was doing the buttons on my blouse. I was only a little more than halfway buttoned up when he knocked and yelled, "Anybody home? I'm about to take off now." I raced down the stairs still only wearing nothing but my panties from my waist down.

I flung open the door and exclaimed "I'm here, wait!"

The mailman almost dropped his jaw. "Um, p- package for Alice Johnson." He was stumbling over his words at seeing me. There I was in panties and a bra, with a blouse that was buttoned barely enough to cover my stomach. It must have been straight out of a porno!

"I'll sign." I took the clipboard from his hand and gave him my signature. I handed him back the clipboard but he didn't move. "Excuse me?" No response. I assumed that all the blood in his brain had gone south. "Can I have your package now?"

"What?" He looked shocked, and I had expected that. I chose my words carefully, just enough to be flirtatious but also casual.

"The box under your arm. I think that's for me?"

"Of course, sorry." He was brought back to reality and handed me the package. I thanked him, then closed the door. I could tell the makeup had done its trick.

I went upstairs and emptied the contents of the package on my bed. I took the dress belt out first and laid everything out on the bed. Then, I pulled out my light purple shoes with a modest but tricky heel. Next I took out the unmentionables and set them on the bed too. Then, beneath all the clothes, I suddenly remembered the toy I purchased all those nights ago, the pink vibrator. It was bigger than expected; I estimated it to be about 9 inches. I grasped it and held it for a while, before hiding it in a box under my bed. I put on the garter belt, then the stockings, rolling them up my legs. It gave them a lovely curve and elegance. Then I slipped into the floral dress and fixed on my belt. I sat down on the bed to adjust my shoes, and then took a step in front of the mirror. Staring back at me was a girl ready for an evening out with a handsome companion. I hoped Kenny was putting in half as much effort, but that was unlikely.

When the time came for the date, I went downstairs for a quick drink to calm down, but unfortunately I was interrupted by the doorbell yet again. Kenny was there waiting for me. I opened the door and greeted him with a hug.

"Hi, how have you been?" I asked gleefully while releasing my arms from around his shoulders.

"Fine, and you? You look great, by the way. I feel a bit underdressed now,"

"Thank you, I've been looking forward to this date all week."

"You don't think I look underdressed?" Kenny asked nervously.

"Maybe just a little, but it's fine. I love your cologne, though, you smell great." Hopefully now Kenny would take my advice more carefully.

We continued the meaningless small talk to his car and talked about our weeks during the drive. When we got out of the car, the first thing that I noticed was the smell. Even though I couldn't see it, the smell of salt sea told me we were at the marina.

He went around the car and opened the door for me. He held out his hand and helped me out of his car. I abruptly got up and nearly fell over, as it was one of the first times I had ever worn high heels, but Kenny caught me. Although when he did, he may have been trying to sneak a feel of breasts, which was worrying for me, seeing how I had stuffed my bra with tissues. I got my balance back and we began to walk down the boardwalk together. It was still light out and quite warm, but there was a gentle breeze that would occasionally blow my dress up a little, causing me to force it back down and blush in the process. Kenny just laughed along with it and took my hand.

We continued down the boardwalk until we got to the restaurant where Kenny had reserved a spot. When we walked in, I saw him slip the waiter a bribe and whisper something into his ear. I couldn't tell what he said, but I'm assuming it's what helped us get the most desired table in house, right by the window, with a perfect view of the sea. We ordered our food and chatted nonstop until it came. We talked about anything that came into our minds. Whilst I was rambling on about something that probably had no point or interest at all, Kenny sat and admired everything I did. What I had to say wasn't important, but Kenny would have watched me go on and on forever. Alice may have only known Kenny for a week, over text, but I felt we could tell each other anything, and I almost did. During another one of my stories, I casually mentioned urinals in the bathroom and, as if that wasn't enough, the ending would be a dead giveaway as to my gender.

"Why were there urinals in the girls' bathroom?" he asked. He sat up and looked at me with a quizzical look.

"Oh, we were in the boys' bathroom," I lied.

"What were you doing in there?"

"That's where Mar-," I elongated the 'r', stalling to think of a girl's name in place of Mark's. "-rrla, Marla, decided it would be best." I cringed internally at that, and I immediately cursed myself. Couldn't I think of anything better?

"OK, then," Kenny was still unsure about the semantics of this story, but that wasn't important to him. I finished my story rather hastily, and left many unanswered questions, but I quickly changed the topic.

The sun was going down, and the light was escaping us. Kenny signaled for the waiter to come and the attendant lit the candle for us.

"Oh, romantic," I giggled.

"I just want everything to be perfect for you," Kenny and I locked eyes across the table. He put his hand on mine. My heart was racing. I responded by slowly and softly brushing my foot against his calf. "Wanna get out of here?" I nodded at him and this prompted Kenny to ask for the check and quickly pay. We walked out of the restaurant, hand in hand, and strolled down the boardwalk once again. We walked by the water and past the closing vendors. There were still street performers out, though, only now their music was soft and serene. The temperature had dropped a little while we ate, and I never noticed how little women had to keep themselves warm with. I shivered at the sense of a cool sea breeze passing by my bare skin on my arms and legs.

"You're cold, aren't you?" Kenny asked.

"It's just the wind," I replied.

"Here, you've got nothing to cover yourself with," He took off his coat and placed it over my shoulders. Everything felt so right at the moment, the sun was setting over the waves, there was the pleasant drone of a violin in the background, and Kenny had just shown me how selfless he could be, as he had been doing during the whole evening. I leaned up on my toes and placed my lips gently on his. I came back down on my heels and Kenny smiled at me. He was nothing but content. The coat fell on my shoulders and he put his hands around my back. We stood there in close conditions with our foreheads gently touching each others. I grabbed his shirt just below the pockets and pulled Kenny's body closer to mine. We kissed again, and Kenny pulled me in as well. The moment was straight out of movie or from a dream of mine.

Our kiss progressed and opened my mouth just a little to let his tongue only just enter. We Frenched under the setting sun and I threw my arms around his neck. I was elated, and couldn't describe the feeling I had. I loved the way he always opened doors for me, and I loved the way held my hand when we walked, and I loved this kiss, but could what I felt for Kenny be love? I had known him for a couple of years, but that was as Ethan. I had known him as Alice for only a week or two, and already I felt loved by this man like no one else has. I know it was terrible of me to do so, since I had had such a great time with Greg last week, but it felt so right. I didn't want to complicate things now, so I pushed all that aside and fell back into the experience. We were like that until the sun was finally out of sight.

When it did start to get too dark, we walked back to Kenny's car. We sped off down the road, but he missed the turn back to my house.

"Where are we going?" I asked. I could tell where this was headed.

"I know a place around here with a great overlooking view of the city. It's also very secluded." I was almost sure I knew what he was talking about. "It's called Dawson's Ridge," he said, confirming what I was speculating. It was a quintessential hookup place for kids in the area. Many of my friends have bragged about getting laid up there and how easy girls get with a great view and a little alcohol. "Ever heard of it?"

"Yeah," I replied almost unenthusiastically. I turned to look out the window. Here I was, driving in a decent car, to a romantic setting with a very handsome man. It was the perfect high school love story, but I wasn't the perfect high school girl. Maybe in Kenny's eyes I was, but there was the one little issue under my dress that he still didn't know about. I was going to have to do something before it got too serious.

When we arrived, the view was no less than everyone had made it out to be. I could see for miles, and the town looked so pretty on a clear spring night. "Alice, I just want to tell you that this was the greatest day of my life because of you, and I really loved spending time with you."

"Thanks, I feel the same way. This has been an amazing date so far and I can't thank you enough."

"My pleasure," he said. "You know, you look beautiful under the moonlight." We locked eyes yet again and we both moved are heads closer together until we were back to where we had stopped on the boardwalk. "This is fine, just a little kissing," I thought, but how far would it go? He put his hand on my thigh but I brought it back to my waist instead. I didn't want to discourage Kenny because I did want this, but I had to, or else he would get a possibly nasty surprise. To compensate, I put my hand on his thigh and slowly moved up until I felt his throbbing cock in his pants. They were tight pants, but Kenny was definitely excited. I massaged his crotch over the pants. I knew it what it might lead to, but I kept doing it anyway. I wanted to show him that I wanted to do this too, and I wanted so much to please him, but I just couldn't go that far. He put his hand back on my thigh, and then I broke the kiss and brought my hand back to my lap.

"I'm sorry, I can't do this."

"It's fine, we can take it slower if you want," he desperately answered.

"No, it's not that. I really like you and I want to do this, but I just can't, I'm so sorry."

"That's fine, I guess." Kenny slumped back into his seat. I awkwardly glanced around the car. "You're right, though, maybe not on our first date. I mean, we've only known each other for a couple weeks." I smiled weakly back at him. At least he was trying to be understanding about it.

He drove me home with little conversation between us. I didn't want such a perfect night to end this way. When we arrived at my house, he again opened the door for me and walked me up my walkway. I stopped before the door and took his hands in mine.

I looked up at him and spoke, "I really did enjoy tonight, it was the most fun I've had in a very long time. I've never been with a guy who makes me feel this way. I'm sorry tonight didn't end the way you maybe had planned, but I still want to go on another date with you."

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Seducing Louisa

Louisa turned around and looked into the deepest brown eyes she'd ever seen. Slowly she became aware of the fact that they belonged to a tall man on the other side of the counter. He was leaning against the counter, with a smile on his face. His hair was almost black and cut very short, and despite the early hour he had a five o'clock shadow on his face. He was wearing a long black winter coat and underneath it she could spot a black jumper with a V-neck that exposed some of his black chest hair. She smiled at him.

"How can I help you, sir?" she asked.

"I'd like a cup of coffee," he said, revealing a faint Eastern European accent.

"What type of coffee?" she asked, motioning with one hand towards the board that listed dozens of different varieties.

"Just a regular cup of coffee."

She poured him a cup and handed it to him. His hand brushed past hers and she felt a jolt of electricity through her body. Her nipples stiffened and the tingles went all the way down to between her legs, giving her that slightly forbidden and pleasurable moist feeling.

"What's your name," her customer asked as he sipped his coffee.

"My name is Louisa," she replied.

"Louisa," he tasted her name. "It's a very beautiful name for a very beautiful woman. I'm Stan."

"Pleased to meet you, Stan," she smiled at him, wondering how long he intended to stay, hoping that nobody else would come in and want coffee and drive him away. She couldn't quite explain why this man she'd never met was having this effect on her, it was a completely foreign feeling, but she didn't want it to go away. She didn't want him to go away.

"And may I ask why are you serving coffee here on a cold morning like this when you should still be tucked up in bed, in your lover's embrace?"

The intimacy of the suggestion made Louisa blush. "I'm a student," she said, "and this is the only way I have of earning some extra money."

"Oh, a student," he said wistfully. "With nobody to take care of you?"

"My father died when I was 12. My mother is ill. I've taken care of myself for a long time."

They were interrupted by the sound of the bell, announcing that someone else had walked through the door. It wasn't another customer, but a short, stocky man looking for Stan.

"Hey Boss! We gotta get going or we'll get stuck in rush hour traffic."

"Duty calls," said Stan regretfully. "I have to leave you. Take care, fair Louisa."

Louisa watched him go, with a longing smile on her face. Never before had she reacted like this to a man. Her entire being was on fire for him and it was all she could do not to throw herself in his arms earlier. She wondered who he was and if she'd ever see him again. She'd been working in this coffee shop every other morning for the last three years and she'd never seen him before, and she was on a first name basis with most of the regulars.

A week later Louisa opened the shop at 5.30 and within minutes the tall figure of Stan made his presence known. Once again Louisa experienced the tightening of her nipples and fire between her legs. She had to pinch herself to stop herself from throwing herself into his arms.

"Good morning, Stan," she smiled. "Would you like a regular coffee?"

"You remember my name, Louisa," he said with a big smile, revealing impeccable white teeth.

"And you mine."

"How could I forget it? This last week all I could think about was the beautiful brown haired girl with the clear blue eyes in the coffee shop. I came back the day before yesterday and I rushed over here yesterday morning, but you weren't working."

His revelations did nothing to abate her growing lust. "It was my day off."

"I know," he smiled, "the girl told me. So I set my alarm to be here first thing today, because I wanted to speak with you."

"Oh?" she couldn't think of what to say.

"Yes, Louisa. I can't get you out of my mind. Please make me the happiest man alive and agree to accompany me to dinner tonight."

He was asking her out on a date! Louisa wanted to dance around with happiness. "I'd love to."

"Wonderful! Now please give me your address and I'll pick you up at 7 o'clock, if that's alright with you."

Louisa gave him her address and instructions for how to find it, but before they had a chance to get better acquainted another man, as tall as Stan, but blonde and much more muscular, walked in.

"It's time boss," said the new arrival. "We have to get going."

Stan said goodbye and promised to be at her apartment at 7 on the dot. Louisa felt as though the rest of the day went by in a fog. Half the time she was absolutely fascinated by this man who evoked reactions in her that she'd never before experienced. Half the time she thought she was insane for agreeing to go out with a man that she knew nothing about. The sexual attraction won the battle and shortly before 7 she inspected her image in the mirror. Her long chestnut curls had been stylishly gathered by a hairclip. She wore a moderate amount of makeup, bringing out her blue eyes. She'd put on some of her nicest clothes, a pretty white blouse and a knee length embroidered black skirt. She wore knee high boots and a green poncho to keep warm in the cold night. For the first time in her life she'd gone out and bought new underwear for a date so she had pretty black lace knickers and a sexy white, lace edged, bra that showed off her firm breasts at their full D-cup size without being too provocative. She felt confident that she looked good and her roommates gave her thumbs up as she waited for Stan to pick her up.

True to his word, Stan rang the doorbell at 7. Louisa opened and was thrown aback by his striking figure. He handed her a bouquet of red roses and she invited him in so that she could put the flowers in water. She felt proud as she noticed her roommates' reactions to Stan. He was looking incredibly handsome tonight, dressed in a dark grey suit, a crisp white shirt and a subtle red tie. He was freshly shaved and Louisa caught the masculine scent of his aftershave. It was almost too much to handle. She'd never been this attracted to any man in her life and she could tell that any of her roommates would have gladly taken her place tonight if she'd let them.

They walked downstairs to where he'd parked an understated black Mercedes and he opened the passenger door and made sure she was comfortable before closing her door and entering the driver's side. Soon they drove off and Stan chatted a little as he drove them to a fine restaurant, well beyond Louisa's budget. As he reached across her and unbuckled her belt he lightly caressed her cheek with the back of his hand.

"Don't look so frightened, my angel," he smiled. "There is nothing for you to worry about. I won't make you do anything that you don't want to do. You're absolutely safe with me."

Louisa smiled back at him. He knew exactly what was going on in her head.

Stan was obviously a respected customer at the restaurant. All the staff addressed him by name and they were given a private table in a corner. He conferred with the sommelier about the wine he was ordering and then he recommended food to Louisa that he thought she might like. There were no prices on her menu, but she was sure that it would take her a long time of pouring coffee in the mornings to earn enough money to pay for dinner in this restaurant.

The wine helped calm Louisa's nerves. She was 23 and a graduate student, but she'd never been much of a party girl so she wasn't particularly used to alcohol. The wine slipped down like the softest velvet and soon she felt herself relaxing and enjoying the evening. She found out that Stan was in his early 30s and a self-made business man. He'd emigrated nearly penniless from Eastern Europe 10 years earlier and built his own business empire. He was proud of his achievement, but modestly played down his obvious wealth, a trait that Louisa found extremely attractive. Louisa told him about how her father's untimely death and her mother's debilitating illness had made her more determined to succeed. She shared her worries about attending graduate school when she knew that she would have been able to afford better care for her mother if she'd gone straight to work after getting her degree, but her mother had insisted that she follow her dreams. Stan reached for her hand.

"So much responsibility for such a frail young girl," he said with warmth in his eyes as his thumb caressed her hand.

"I'm not that frail," she protested with a laugh. "I'm 5'9" and even though you can't see it by looking at me, I'm a champion kick boxer."

Stan laughed. "You're full of surprises, Louisa. I have to make sure not to get on the wrong side of you."

They had coffee with their dessert and when Stan had signed the credit card slip he walked her out into the cold night to where his car was parked.

"Angel," he said and caressed her cheek. "It's much too cold for you to be outside in that pretty outfit tonight, but I don't want our evening to end. Can I take you back to my apartment for a nightcap? I promise that I won't drink more than I'll be able to drive you home later on."

Anxious, nervous and excited about the prospects of being alone with Stan, Louisa nodded in agreement. He leaned forward and pressed his warm lips against her forehead before he opened the passenger door and helped her inside.

His apartment was only a few blocks down the road from the restaurant, in a part of town Louisa rarely had a reason to visit. She couldn't help but ask the question that was on her mind.

"Why do you come for coffee at my coffee shop? There must be something much more convenient nearby."

"There are many that are nearer," he smiled at her, "but none where I get served by the prettiest girl in town."

Louisa blushed at his words. She wasn't used to being complimented like that. He drove into an underground garage and parked near the elevators. He swiped a card through a reader and the elevator took them straight up to the penthouse suite. Louisa gasped in amazement as she walked through the door. The penthouse had beautiful views of the city and it was furnished in understated luxury. Stan was obviously a man who enjoyed the finer things in life, but valued comfort before trends.

"Do you like it?" Stan had walked up behind her and he placed his hands on Louisa's shoulders as he asked the question, his lips inches from her ears.

"It's wonderful," she replied. "I can see why you'd rather return here than to my apartment."

The thought of her cheap student accommodation that she shared with three other girls made him chuckle. "I paid my dues in much worse places than that when I first came to this country, which is probably why buying this place was so important to me. I grew up with my parents and two brothers in a drafty one room apartment and the one thing I always wanted was a place of my own where I would be warm even in winter. Now, please make yourself comfortable by the fireplace and I'll pour you a drink."

As Louisa noticed that Stan was taking off his jacket and kicking off his shoes she felt free to take off her boots and tuck her legs in under herself as she warmed up by the magnificent fireplace. She placed her poncho on top of her boots and thought that she could absolutely understand Stan's need to feel warm in his home. Ever since she and her mother had to leave the family home where she was born she'd lived in houses that were impossible to heat in winter and that couldn't be cooled in the summer. Here she felt completely at ease.

He came up to her with two glasses in his hands and Louisa's eyes wondered to where he'd unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, showing some of the mat of black hair that covered his chest. Rather than sitting down on one of the other two leather sofas he handed her a glass and slipped down right next to her, casually placing his arm around her shoulders.

Louisa wasn't sure how much time passed next. They both finished their drinks and she turned down his offer of a refill and they kept chatting. Stan's arm was starting to feel awfully comfortable on her shoulders and she found herself leaning against him. Then he looked into her eyes and leaned forward, carefully placing his lips on hers. His lips caressed hers until she slowly parted them. Then he slipped his tongue through, tasting her mouth, exploring it and playfully teasing her tongue. His hands had come to rest on her cheeks when he finally broke the kiss.

"My sweet angel," he whispered, "you taste delightful. Please tell me if I'm moving too fast."

"You're not," she whispered back, not trusting her voice.

He pulled her closer into his arms and devoured her mouth yet again. This time his hands started exploring her body, moving across her breasts, past her waist and over her hips and thighs. Louisa finally gained enough confidence to respond to his caresses by running her hands over his back and he interpreted her response as an invitation to use his hands more intimately. He cupped her breasts through the blouse and his thumbs caressed her hard nipples through the fabric of her blouse and bra. Louisa was on fire. She could feel the wetness between her thighs as her excitement grew. She'd been excited before, even made out with a few boyfriends, but never before had she felt passion like this.

Far too soon Stan broke the contact and they were both breathing heavily. She could see traces of her lipstick on his swollen lips and she imagined that her lips were at least as swollen and she could feel that her cheeks were flushed. He looked into her eyes and she could see the fire in his.

"Angel," he said softly, "I promised you that you'd be safe with me, and I stand by that. I'd love to take this one step further, but one word from you will put a stop to that. If you don't want to make love tonight, tell me now and I'll stop what we're doing, enjoy the rest of the evening and then take you home. I hope that you'll want to make love to me some time, but it doesn't have to be tonight if you don't feel ready."

"I want to make love with you," she confessed. "But..." Her voice faded away.

He took her hands in his. "But what, my darling?"

"I'm a virgin. I don't know what to do. I don't have protection and I would die if I became pregnant before I finished my education." The confession burst out like a waterfall.

Stan took her into his arms. "Are you really a virgin, my love? And you're willing to give that gift to me?"

"Yes," she whispered. "I've never felt this way with anyone before."

"Neither have I. I promise that when we make love I will try to make it as painless and enjoyable as I can possibly make it for you. I'm free from diseases, but I don't want you to worry about anything so I'll fully protect us both. I want you to be able to finish your education. You must be allowed to follow your dreams."

"Thank you," she kissed him lightly and settled into his arms.

"Do you want me to take you home?"

Louisa's lip quivered. "I thought you wanted to make love with me."

"Oh, angel, I do! But I thought that maybe you'd rather wait until you're more at ease with me. I thought that maybe you'd want to wait and make sure that I wasn't just going to love you and leave you."

Louisa's eyes locked with his. "Please Stan, make love to me tonight. Make me a woman."

He stood up and without a word he took her into his arms and walked her into the master bedroom that had no furniture except a loveseat by the panoramic window and an enormous bed with navy blue satin sheets. He put her down by the side of the bed and she sat and watched as he undressed before her. The wardrobes were cleverly hidden as panels in the wall and he opened one, revealing a laundry hamper. He unbuttoned his shirt and shook it off, throwing it into the hamper. Louisa's eyes took in the soft black mat across his chest, thinning off like an arrow, disappearing down the waistline of his trousers. He soon unbuckled his belt and the trousers went the same way as the shirt, showing off a sizeable bulge in his briefs. He took off his socks and with a wry smile at Louisa's shy blush he stripped off his last garment, standing before her completely naked.

"Now it's time for you," he smiled as he pushed the wardrobe shut. "Please, let me."

He pulled her up on her feet and unbuttoned her blouse. He kissed her cleavage as her bra was revealed.

"You smell so delicately feminine," he said as he breathed in the aroma of her cleavage, while cupping her breasts.

Then he unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the ground. He took her in his arms and kissed her passionately. She could feel his hardness against her stomach and half worried about fitting the sheer size of him inside her tight space. But she was determined to trust him. As he kissed her his arms reached around her and unclasped her bra. He then slowly loosened their embrace, releasing her breasts from their confinement. He breathed in sharply as he took in their size and firmness. He cupped them with his hands and wrapped his lips around each nipple in turn. Louisa moaned with pleasure as she felt his warm mouth sucking on her erect nipples. She'd always known that her nipples were sexually sensitive, but not how much. Soon his thumbs disappeared into the waistband of her new knickers and he pulled them down. He took her in his arms and placed her on the bed and he soon followed, lying down next to her. He kissed her and caressed her breast with one hand.

"You're a hundred times more beautiful that I imagined," he whispered against her ear. "Do you trust me?"

"I trust you."

He placed a trail of little kisses down her chest and her flat stomach. Then he ran his lips past the trimmed triangle of chestnut hair before he parted her legs so that he could fit between them. Louisa had heard of this and knew what to expect, but that didn't prepare her for the delicate feeling of his lips parting her other lips. She gasped in bewilderment as his tongue softly caressed her clit. His tongue then travelled down her slit until it found the opening that was the source of her sweet nectar. She could hear him lapping up her sweet juices as his tongue circled her tight hole.

Then his mouth moved back to her clit, this time wrapping his lips around the engorged pleasure nub and flicking his tongue across it gently. Slowly he inserted a finger into her hole, gently teasing her until a second finger could fit inside. With his hand he slowly started penetrating her as deeply as he could, before withdrawing and then repeating the action again, faster this time, then faster, then faster. Louisa began writhing underneath him and he used his arms to keep her hips in place. She'd never imagined that a man could give her pleasure like this by only using his mouth and hand, and she didn't know what to do. She tossed her head from side to side and squealed in delight with every move he made.

Finally he had three fingers inside her. He was still teasing her clit with his skilful mouth. She could feel her own juices flowing down her crack as his fingers moved in and out the slippery hole. Then it was as though she lost control of her body. What started a shiver became convulsions, she cried out her passion as she was seized by her first ever full-blown orgasm. When her body made its final shudder he slowly pulled out his fingers and released her clit from the grip of his lips. He climbed up on top of her and settled next to her with one leg over hers and one arm across her breasts.

"You taste wonderful," he said, licking one of his wet fingers. He held out another for her to taste and she smiled at him, taken aback by the sheer eroticism of the act. Then he started caressing her breasts, while kissing her.

"Do you want me to..." Louisa's voice trailed off as she couldn't bring herself to say the words, her face was on fire with embarrassment.

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You pulled up to the farmhouse in the middle of nowhere and were promptly greeted by the bustiest woman you’d ever laid eyes on. “Well hi there stranger,” she said with a thick mid-western accent.

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“No, you’re in the right place,” the farm lady confirmed with a smile, “It’s just little ol’ me and these milk factories!” she added with a chuckle as she hefted her gigantic boobs for emphasis. “Come on, let me show you the equipment,” she said, gesturing to a barn just behind you, “It’s about time for my afternoon milking anyway.”

You followed behind in a daze, unable to look away from the monstrous mammaries as they stretched well beyond the slender woman’s shoulders. It was hard to fathom how she managed to walk, let alone manage a dairy farm! This was certainly going to be an inspection to remember!


Island Paradise (Chapter 1: Lost And Found)

By AdLib

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Tags: straight, fantasy, tropical, island, stranger

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A woman's encounters on a mysterious island.

This completely original work of fantasy, contains collaboration and creative input from Tanwen Hatheway.

It is centred around the adventures of a woman trapped on a mysterious island, and what she encounters there!

Island Paradise

Chapter 1: Lost and Found

Waking, upon the beach, looking toward the tropical sea, you check your bearings. You have no idea how you arrived on such a remote island. Surveying the horizon, you turn about and notice grass under the trees and decide to walk in-land.

After a short walk through the forest you find a lagoon, underneath a waterfall of crystal clear water. You step into the pool and bathe a while. The cool shimmer counter-balances the warm, soft, sun-kissed feel of the beach, and you relax in the shallows. You taste the water and find it cool, refreshing and pure. Away from peering eyes, you remove your dress to better test the waters.

You return to the beach to dry off, and no sooner than your feet hit the dry sand does a gust of hot wind from the shore hit you, removing the last drip from your nubile form. Having replaced the dress, you walk in-land once more, encountering a stream of rock pools. You try the fizzing water, and liken it to the jacuzzi that one time you visited the spa. Having already bathed, you continue up-hill, trying the exotic fruits of the trees, finding them both filling and beautiful to the taste. Upon reaching the summit, you find a cave in the red rock at the corner of the island. A short distance inside, you find a bed of hollowed-out timber, laden with furs and feathers from the teeming wildlife outside. You take a nap and feel refreshed from the walk from the beach.

Stepping outside once more, you return to the lagoon. At the water’s edge, a handsome, yet savage-looking stranger, stands hunched over unaware of your presence. You approach slowly, to find he is completely naked, fishing with a spear.

Continuing cautiously, you notice he catches a fish. You sniff the air, only to recognise his deep manly scent, combined with spices of the island laced with the sweat of his labour. You draw in front of him, eyes drawn to his; you lick your lips, a hand outstretched. Reaching his frame, your fingertips touch his chest. You look up, asking for permission, as his hands join yours. Emboldened, your hands slowly fall towards his waist, as your lips reach his strong jaw, tracing towards his glistening smile, his hand finds your hair, gently brushing your scalp, sending a surge down your spine, making you quiver.

Gently pulling back on your hair, tipping back your head, his tongue jerks out, tracing a hot line down your exposed throat to your collar bone, where he nips gently at the hollow base of your throat. Finding hot-spots you didn’t even know existed wish his tongue, your scent triggers from below. Taking in the scent, he scans your body for his next point of exploration.

Untying your simple shift dress, allowing the material to fall off your tender frame, he grips your hips before the garment reaches the beach floor, pulling you in tightly to his muscular frame. Grinding back against his loins you feel his colossal member rising to meet your skin.

He reaches behind you, finding your cheeks, grasping them with his giant hands. They encompass the entire thing! Lifting you up by them, your eyes become level with his as he reaches his full height, and he draws you into the kiss. Your lips play with his, barely touching them, before you loosen his hands, dropping to the floor, as you walk away.

He lets you get a few paces, playing along with your little game, before you find yourself flung into the lagoon as if you weighed nothing at all. He laughs; a deep joyful laugh. But soon concern hits his face, as he spots you floundering in the water. He dives in, fooled by your acted vulnerability, bringing you up into his arms, and carrying you to the water’s edge.

Your eyes closed, you sense that he draws near, his muscular form bearing down on your tender body, as the waves lap your lower lips. His head comes close and you feel his breath on your skin, inches from your face. You grasp his manhood at its base. It grows in your hands, at a seemingly impossible rate, you open your eyes, but all you can see is his lips, meeting yours. His tongue darts across your teeth and his heavy balls rest upon your thighs. He comes up for air, giving you a chance to finally breathe. Again you look down, and almost faint on the spot as you witness his manhood, in its fully swollen glory, hovering inches from your face.

You look up into his eyes, mesmerised, transfixed, and dripping with excitement in anticipation. He grins, knowingly, anticipating your next move. Your hands drop to his balls, caressing his massive globes, as your tongue tickles the enormous head of his penis, sending a wave of excitement up his spine, and eliciting a drop of pre-cum onto your lips. He moans, and arches his back, as you sit up in front of him, reaching at full stretch to encompass the length of his tool.

You kneel, and administer to his need, soaking his head and shaft with your saliva. He bends down, placing a hand on the back of your head, showing his appreciation and goading you on. His other hand finds itself between your thighs, forcing a moan to escape your lips, as it works its way around your engorged flesh.

Arching your back toward him, you rise. His member springs up, level with your aching nipples. He flicks them, causing a shot of electricity to bounce around your nether region. As his hands and mouth brush across your body, you swoon. He catches you, and raises you up, placing your legs on his shoulders. You roll forwards onto his tongue, as it jolts forth towards your awaiting pussy. His hands hold your hips firm, but you flail wildly as his tongue shoots inside your lips, curling onto your g-spot and pressing down with incredible ferocity.

Realising the impossibility of this simply drives you hurtling on towards a climax, and soon your juices are flowing freely onto his waiting face. He doesn’t miss a single drop.As you begin your slow descent, his arms lift you off his shoulders, and his face rises to meet your eager bosom. Before you know what happened, the head of his cock has somehow passed yourlower lipsand you find yourself impaled on his monster cock. You place your arms around his shoulders for support, your legs dangling over his arms, as he fucks his cock into you with his hands, inch by inch.

Your eyes lock with his, looking for mercy or compassion, but all you find is hunger, need and longing. The heat of your bodies rises up all around you and threatens to overtake you. Calming yourself, your inner muscle relaxes, and you drop a few inches at a time, almost bottoming out. In a moment of panic, you clutch closer to him, before he plunges the rest in. His head butts against your cervix, but he doesn’t stop there, and soon his massive balls begin slapping your labia as his cock lodges deep in your cervix. Fully engulfed in his manhood, his hands rise up, and begin thrusting you up and down on his impossible shaft, harder, faster, stronger. The ceaseless assault continues on your well-lubricated gash, building and driving you onward. Already your next crest seems impossible to stop and you gush, but his cock still remains lodged deep inside your drenched pussy, merely increasing the pressure inside the chamber.

His grunting increases, your moans become screams, sheer delight, agony and ecstasy, rolled into pure orgasmic pleasure. Then you feel it, near the base of his cock, swelling outwards, upwards and surging up his shaft, tingling everything it touches on its way. As you feel it surging up his length, he lets out a thunderous roar, as his hot oozing cum blasts into you. Even as his roar dies down, his pulsing cock continues to fill you with its cargo, still thrusting hard into your aching pussy, crashing his massive balls on your pelvis with every stroke.

For seemingly minutes, his orgasm continues to subside, but all you now feel is the next orgasm after the next, surging within your own body. Soon enough, these peaks collide and merge into one continuous, mind-shattering orgasm.Wave after wave of electricity shoots in all directions, as your nerve centres try to keep up with the relentless barrage of pleasure being sent around your body. When you think you can’t possibly take it any longer, he walks you, still suspended from his flag-pole, into the lagoon, and slowly walks deep into the water, continuing to pound your pussy as he goes. The cool water soothes your aching thighs,allowing you to crest once more, the resulting pressure finally shooting his cock out of your gaping pussy, shortly followed by a tsunami of your combined juices. His rough fingers flick across your clit at an inhuman pace, yet with the smoothest and delicate of touches, causing you to spasm uncontrollably as your orgasm continues unabated.

Whilst your orgasm continues to slowly fade, his lips move to meet yours. As they touch, you wake, surrounded by the furs of the bed in the cave. You begin to wonder, was it just a dream? You stumble your way to the cave entrance, your legs loosely behaving their master, as the waft of prime roasted steak crosses your nostrils path. Rubbing your eyes, you look from the fire, to the handsome, yet savage-looking stranger, tending to the boar on the spit. He looks up and grins, a hearty grin.

To be continued... ;)


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Author's Notes: 'Cause, Hodgela, awwww.

Also, um, WOW have I been cranking these out. Maybe it's my obsession with EVERY SINGLE CHARACTER ON THIS SHOW.

And don't get me started on Wendell, cause I have a fangirl crush on him about as big as the one I have on Bellatrix Black, which is saying something.

i'd rather be with you

Hodgins wakes up first—big surprise—and spends about half an hour angsting over his state of undress before Angela emerges from her temple of pillows and blankets. She blinks up at him, focuses, and then sighs.

"So, I'm thinking that was probably a mistake," Hodgins offers.

"I'm thinking I should probably go home," Angela agrees.

He makes her a cup of coffee, and she kisses his cheek on her way out. It's all very neat Zack-Addy of them and he only spends fifteen minutes sitting in his underwear at his kitchen counter, desperately wishing her back into his apartment.

Then he showers and distracts himself with his ant farm.

"So I put your findings into the Angelator and this is what I got. Bullet one went through the victim's hand before it went through her shoulder, which indicates she was holding out her hand to defend herself, like this."

"And bullet two?"

"Through the back of the skull, forty-five degrees. Execution style. The shot through her shoulder probably shocked her, or at least threw her off her game, and they were able to subdue her or even knock her out. Oh, also, I slept with Hodgins last night."

Brennan turns to look at her, blinking in that owlish way of hers. "You had a perfectly normal need to satisfy your sexual urges. I, for example, frequently have sex."

Angela rests her clipboard against her hip and shakes her head. "But with Hodgins. Can I have casual sex with Hodgins?"

"Well, you are a woman, and … he is a man, so… yes, it is possible."

"Bren. Sweetie. Obviously we are physically capable. I meant… should I, emotionally. Could you have casual sex with Booth?"

Brennan looks bewildered, and then embarrassed, and then she says matter-of-factly, "As partners, we shouldn't engage in sexual activities, but keep it strictly professional." Then she leans in and whispers very quietly, "Although, speaking objectively, I imagine that sex with Booth would be very satisfying."

Angela sighs.

Three nights later his date insinuates that she wouldn't hate going home with him, and he actually pauses to think about it.

He'd sorta forgotten how good sex with Angela was, and now he's 100% sure this girl is going to be a disappointment. The girls after Hodgela Round One were. He's not really up to sleeping with whatever the quota is before the post-Angela-standard wears off.

So instead he drops her off at her apartment and says that he has to go to work. Bodies to identify, bugs to play with. You know.

Angela goes out. She's never had trouble getting dates, and this is no different, so she goes out with some artist guy that saw Roxy's portrait of her and wanted to meet the model, and here she is. They go dancing. He is a very good dancer.

He's also very good at the horizontal tango, if you know what she means, but afterwards she feels bored and kind of sad. Disappointed.

She gets out of bed with minimal cuddling and as she's getting dressed he asks, puzzled, if he did something wrong. On impulse, she asks, "What's the scientific name for termite?"

He blinks, bewildered, and she shakes her head, not sure why she even bothered.

"I had sex with Angela," is the first thing Hodgins says as he walks into Booth's office.

The FBI agent looks at him for a minute and then kicks his feet onto his desk. "Take a seat," he says, gesturing at the far end of his desk. "Was it intentional?"

"If by intentional you mean planned, then no. It was supposed to be casual. I made her some coffee and she went home."

Booth winces. "Oh, bad plan, bad plan. That's not gonna work with you," he says firmly, speaking with the authority of one who Knows, with a capital K, of experience. "Casual sex with someone you once intended to married isn't casual. It is the opposite of casual. It is black-tie, bring-a-gift anti-casual. I would not wear fun socks. That is how not casual that sort of sex is."

Hodgins drops his head into his hands. "I hate everyone and everything. I even sort of hate you right now, just for saying that. I just want bugs. Can I just live with bugs and never have to speak to anyone ever again?"

"Uh, no, that would be weird," Booth says, making a face, and then stands. "Look. Do you still love her?"

Hodgins raises his head, his mouth dry. "I don't know."

Booth puts a hand on his shoulder. "If that's the answer, Hodge, then whatever you had with Angela is anything but casual."

"I hate everything," Hodgins says again.

Okay. She had sex with Hodgins once, and it was great, and it reminded her of all the other times, and of that period in their life when they were engaged and she thought she wanted to spend her life with him. It reminded her of when he was buried under ground and wrote her a note (that she kept) which said simply, I am in love with you. Crazy, over-the-moon, stupid in love, and I have been since day one. With you, my life is all about swings.

But it was just sex. Casual sex. She has casual sex all the time. This is no different.

Except, yeah, it is different, and she's not sure if she feels worse for screwing up their relationship or screwing up Hodgins.

Or screwing up herself.

They meet at his work table. He's dumping maggots into a blender. She wonders what it says about her, about them, that this no longer surprises her or even grosses her out. Much.

"We should probably talk," she tells him after he notices her presence.

He indicates the blender. "Maggots spoil quick. After work?"

"Meet you in storage. By Cleo—you remember."

He smiles.

"We can't do casual," they say at the same time, and then laugh, and then look at the floor.

"There's just too much history," Angela says at last, meaning it. "I mean, we were engaged, Jack. That's not… that's not nothing, you know?"

He looks down at his feet. "Black-tie, bring-a-gift anti-casual," he mutters dryly, shaking his head with what could be a laugh and what could be a sigh.

There's a beat. "So… what now?" Angela asks, shifting her weight.

Hodgins raises his hand. He is two parts I-hate-everything and four parts crazy, over-the-moon, stupid in love because he wasn't lying when he wrote that letter. Day one until forever. That's how it is. He's always been a one-woman kind of man, at heart, and even before, even when he was engaged to Clarissa. He'd always known there was something missing, he'd just thought she was the best he could ever hope for, and he loved her. He did. Just not—crazy, over-the-moon, stupid kind of love.

"Booth says sex with us can't every be casual as long as the question 'Do you still love her' is—unanswered."

Angela sucks in a breath. She isn't sure she wants to hear what he has to say, and she isn't sure that she wants to stop him saying it.

He's looking straight at her, in a very Hodgins-like way, not shying from the moment. "I told Booth that I don't know, and Angela, God, I don't. I was ready to marry you. I have been ready to marry you, maybe for my whole life. I'm probably still ready to marry you, but I am—not a masochist. And I'm not about to jump into a repeat of what we had before, because I won't survive Hodgela Round Two."

She nods, not even knowing if that's a rejection or a proposal, and then her lips quirk. "Hodegla?" She asks, into the quiet, unable to stop herself.

"Yeah. Fuck Brangelina."

She laughs, and then he laughs, and it's the simplest thing in the world. "How about," she says slowly, "we start with dinner. Nothing fancy. Just—"

He grins. Takes her hand. "—casual."


chilles' Charm [MultiFormat]
eBook by Adrianna Dane

eBook Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Romance
eBook Description: She was the unresistable charm of love that filled his dreams. Her leaving was the poisoned arrow that pierced his heart. The demure crossing of Agnes Mary O'Connor's beautiful ankles during mass on a sultry summer day is what first drew Ross Carpenter to the lovely girl he wanted to possess. And possess her he did--completely and irrevocably he bound her to him. Theirs was a passionately intense relationship. The diamond ankle bracelet Ross clasped around Agnes Mary's ankle was an unspoken promise. In the end, she was his weakness, his only desire, and then she left without a word, taking his heart with her. Four years later, she still wears the anklet and Ross is determined to find out why she left him without a word. And he's not leaving without the truth... Genres: Contemporary / Exhibitionism / Public Places / Fetish. This title is part of the "As You Like It" AmberPax Collection.

eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, Published: 2007
Fictionwise Release Date: November 2007

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He leaned down and picked up another box and handed it to her. It looked like a shoe box. She opened it and found that was exactly what it was. She carefully lifted out a pair of four-inch white stiletto heels, with a narrow leather strap and tiny silver buckle that would enclose her ankle. She looked around at the last box.

"That's for later," Ross answered her unspoken question. "You can change in the bedroom."

Picking up the garments, she rose from the chair and walked toward the bedroom. Turning back, she looked at him before entering. He was sitting on the couch, watching her, his dark gaze centered on her.

"I'll be right back." She smiled flirtatiously and winked before entering the bedroom and closing the door. She couldn't imagine what he might have in mind for her tonight. And she really was curious as to what was in the other box.

Stripping off her clothes, she then donned the silky panties which barely covered any skin at all, and pulled on the stockings. The corset was a fairly simple style and hooked up the front, therefore making it easy for her to put on by herself. She sucked in breath and began to do up the tiny hooks. When she was finished, she needed a moment to catch her breath. How women used to wear these things on a regular basis she had no idea, there certainly wasn't much breadth of movement available. She fastened the tops of the stockings to the garters attached to the corset and then looked down at the shoes. Oh, oh. No way would she be able to strap those onto her feet by herself. She should have put them on first. Ross would just have to help her.

Carefully walking to the dresser to look in the mirror, her gaze widened. The corset rose to cup and mold her breasts, pushing them up, but otherwise the nipples and tops were bare. Her waist was cinched tightly, allowing her hips to flare. The stockings offered an intriguing glimpse of pale flesh. She'd never looked or felt this sexy in her life. She wondered what Ross would think when he saw her.

She slowly knelt to pick up the shoes, then rose to her feet and left the bedroom. Ross had lowered the lighting in the living room and had put a smoky, jazz CD in the player and it was playing softly in the background.

She noticed a bowl of strawberries and a bottle and two glasses resting next to it on the coffee table, and the other, smaller gift box was setting there as well. Two crimson candles were in clear crystal holders and he was bent over lighting the second one.

"I need your help," she said as she gingerly walked into the room.

He whirled around and the look in his eyes flared to one of pure lust.

"Help? You look gorgeous."

She held up her hand and dangled the pair of shoes in front of him. "I should have put these on first, but now I can't exactly bend over to fasten them."

He walked toward her. "More than happy to oblige, ma'am." He led her over to a straight-backed wooden chair and she eased down. Ross knelt on one knee and lifted one of her feet to rest on his thigh. Slowly, he stroked a hand up her stocking-sheathed calf, and back down again. She saw the bulge of his cock pressing against the front of his trousers.

She knew he loved touching her this way. Something about this particular intimacy always had the ability to arouse him. His hand moved upward, past her knee, and slid along her inner thigh. She sucked in breath. His fingers played over the exposed skin just above the rim of the stocking tops and she felt her cream dampen her panties at the sensual touch.

"Ross." His name was just a breath on her lips.

He looked up at her. "Are you wet, Mary?"

She nodded her head and he smiled. Picking up one of the shoes, he slipped it on her foot and buckled the ankle strap. He gave the same intimate attention to her other leg. Then he leaned back, pressing her knees open with his hands.

The look in his silvery eyes, which now looked like dark storm clouds over a vast, black sea, told her how aroused he was.

"Touch yourself," he growled.

He'd never asked her to do that before. "I-I don't know..."

"Touch yourself. I know you've done it when you were alone, you told me so. Let me watch. I want to see you touch yourself. He lifted one of her legs and placed her shod foot on his thigh, close to his groin. His hands absently danced along her leg as he watched h