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Murphy bit his lip and looked at the sign above the building. The Bunker. Not the sexiest name he could have come up with, but he supposed whatever was inside would make up for it.

He’d been wanting to come here for a while now, since he was sixteen and he’d first discovered the world of BDSM. He’d been enthralled and he’d dived deeper and deeper, researching as much as he could and waiting for the day he found someone who was just as interested in it as he was. It wasn’t until he was moved to Arkadia that he got a chance to actually find that person. He’d found the Bunker during a search on Google for gear or anything he could use on himself, since he was still single and new to the town. He’d eagerly scoured the internet for as much information on the club as he could find, since he knew he had eight months left before he would even be allowed through the door.

He originally planned on coming the night of his birthday, but he hadn’t had the courage. He’d been too nervous, to scared of what he’d find, that it wouldn’t live up to his fantasies or that no one would want him.

However, now, barely legal by a week and dressed in a shirt that was way too tight and jeans that, in his opinion, made his ass look amazing, he’d finally found the courage to go. Or at least, he’d found the courage to take a cab here and stand outside the front door for fifteen minutes.

He worried his lip between his teeth as he watched people exit the building laughing. It couldn’t be too bad, then, he figured, but that didn’t make walking through the front door any easier. But, he really wanted this. He knew if he went in the chances of finding a partner, finding a dom, went up considerably. He’d wanted this for two years. Two years of nights spent alone in his bedroom with nothing but his fantasies and his own hand. It was long past time he actually got what he wanted. What he needed, desperately.

He took a deep breath, willing his nerves to go away, and took the last few steps to the door, pushing it open and walking inside. He handed his ID to the guy by the door and waited until he nodded to walk further in.

His eyes widened as he took in a world that had only existed in his fantasies up until that point. Everything was bathed in purple and blue light and there were tables and chairs scattered across the floor filled with people whose eyes were on the white lit stage along the wall, further back. It was too far for him to get a good view, but he was fairly certain someone was getting flogged. His mouth went dry as he walked further in, taking in the bar and the booths in the corners. There was a hallway with a sign that said ‘Restrooms/Showers’ and he noted their location just in case he ever needed them. At least they were conveniently placed.

Once he’d taken it in, he became very aware of the stares he was receiving. He took a deep breath and steeled himself, forcing himself to be confident even though he felt like he was under a microscope with all the people looking at him. He wasn’t sure why, he didn’t look that good.

But, after a moment, they began to turn away, turning their attention to the stage or back to their conversations. He wandered around for a moment, dodging tables and getting a good view of the stage where a tall brunette with a leg brace holding a flogger stood while a second brunette was strapped to a bench with a ball gag in her mouth. Murphy found it interesting, and he would have found it hot, if not for the anxiety bubbling in his gut. Maybe he just needed a drink, that might calm his nerves.

He made his way back to the bar and took a seat towards the end where no one was sitting. As much as he’d like to make friends, they all seemed pretty wrapped up in their own worlds and he didn’t want to annoy them. He signaled to the bartender who raised an eyebrow but didn’t come over and Murphy cursed the fact that he looked his age. Well, what the fuck was he supposed to do now? Maybe he should just leave and come back another time, maybe on a Monday or something, not a Friday when the place was packed. Maybe then he’d feel more comfortable. Or, at the very least, he’d have a chance to drink on his own before he came.

He was about to get down off the stool when he was spooked by a hand on his lower back. He jerked, looking up at whoever the owner of the offending hand was, ready to shove them away and fight, but he froze the second he saw him. The man standing next to him was nothing short of beautiful, prettier than any man had the right to be in Murphy’s opinion. He was tall and tan with a dusting of freckles across his face and a head of unruly curls that made Murphy want to run his fingers through them. The way he was staring down at Murphy made his stomach twist.

A smirk played at the man’s lips as he asked, “First time here?”

 “Ye-Yeah,” Murphy’s voice broke and he winced. He cleared his throat and tried again, “Yes.”

“Thought so. You looked like a deer in headlights when you walked through the door.”

Murphy bristled and the man laughed, sending butterflies fluttering through Murphy’s stomach.

“It’s okay, it was kind of cute.”

'Cute' was not a word often associated with Murphy, he wasn't even sure he liked being called cute, but with the way the man was staring at him and the weight of his hand on his back, Murphy was willing to let him call him anything. He stomped the urge down before he could say anything embarrassing and smirked, “If I'm so cute, buy me a drink.”

The man laughed again and shook his head, “I'm pretty sure you're not old enough to drink, in fact, I'm still not even sure you should be in here.”

Murphy frowned, once more cursing his baby-like features. They’d serve him well when he was forty, but right now they were just an inconvenience. “Whatever, I'm eighteen.”

“For how long?” The man asked, leaning against the bar, the smirk never leaving his face. It did things to Murphy, things he didn’t want to think about.

“Long enough.”

The man raised an eyebrow at him and Murphy felt like he might have said the wrong thing and he was going to leave, but the moment passed and the man shrugged, “Besides, most won't play with you if you're intoxicated.”

Oh. Murphy hadn’t thought of that. That was what he was here for, after all. He’d lost sight of that with all the nerves he felt, but now that it was brought up, he couldn’t get it out of his head. He wondered if he’d get lucky enough to be dommed by the man beside him. In his fucking dreams, maybe. Murphy wasn’t pretty enough to get someone as good looking as him.

The man paused for a second, looking Murphy over and Murphy damn near squirmed under the intensity of his gaze. It made him want to do whatever he said, which was not a feeling Murphy was used to. Generally, he broke the rules and ignored all orders just because he could, the consequences be damned, but this man could tell him to do anything and he wouldn’t hesitate to do it. Then, sliding his hand towards Murphy’s side, he asked, “So what are you here for?”

Murphy wasn't sure how to reply. He was here for what everyone else was here for, wasn’t he? To find someone like him, who liked the same things as him, and to hopefully get fucked by said person.

The confusion must have showed on his face because the man clarified, “Are you a sub or a dom?”

Murphy nodded, understanding, “Uh, I'm a sub.” At least, that's what his fantasies told him.

The man smirked again, “And do you have a name?”

“John Murphy, but most just call me Murphy.”

“Murphy,” the way the man said his name sent shivers down Murphy's spine, “I'm Bellamy Blake.”

Murphy smiled, “Nice to meet you. Is it always this packed in here?”

“Not usually. But, it’s Friday, and Raven’s shows generally draw a crowd. She doesn’t do them often, but they’re pretty great,” Bellamy explained.

“Raven’s the girl with the flogger?” Murphy asked. She’d been pretty hot, but not as hot as the girl tied to the bench.

“Yeah. Her sub, well, sub for the evening, anyway, is Emori.”

“And they work here?”

“Mhm. Raven usually tends bar, but Emori does shows pretty often. Kind of an exhibitionist.”

Murphy smirked, “I can understand that.”

“I take it you’re one, too?” Bellamy laughed.

Murphy ducked his head, embarrassed, “I- well, yeah.”

Bellamy just grinned, “You don’t have to be embarrassed. Trust me, there’s way more embarrassing kinks to have. And no one gets shamed here, anyway.”

“That’s good to know.” Because Murphy had a lot of kinks and he found most of them embarrassing. So much so that he hadn’t really been able to bring them up with most of his partners over the years, which is probably why his relationships didn’t work for long. That, and he was kind of hard to handle and he knew it. Which meant he probably wouldn’t be able to keep a dom for very long, either. Sad fact of life, he guessed.

“Yeah, everyone here’s pretty open to things. As long as they aren’t completely immoral, no one judges. So, don’t worry about it. As long as you play by the rules, you’ll be just fine.”

“Rules?” Well, dammit. Now he had to deal with rules on top of his anxiety, and if his track record proved anything, he wasn’t very good at following rules.

“There’s always rules for places like this. This one’s pretty lax, but it still has a few.”

“Like what, exactly?”

“No play while intoxicated. It’s dangerous when you aren’t clearheaded enough to know your limits and communicate them. Consent is a must, obviously. If you make a mess, clean it up, or if you can’t, let someone know so it can be taken care of, though, usually, they’ll just point you to the supply closet and tell you to do it yourself. Most of the cleaning is done by the staff and honestly, nobody wants to clean someone else’s bodily fluids off the couches. The only place they take care of the cleaning is the rooms, in which case there is a staff for that, and they clean them after each use. And,” Bellamy looked at him pointedly, “no underage people inside the door.”

“Hey! I’m eighteen. What, you wanna see my ID?” Murphy snapped.

“Alright, calm down. I was joking, pretty boy. No need to get bitchy.”

“Yeah, well, I’m good at that,” Murphy huffed, hoping he hadn’t scared Bellamy off.

“I can tell. It’s kinda cute, actually,” Bellamy said, smirking at him again.

Murphy’s stomach did a flip. He wanted Bellamy, a lot. And talking to him had made most of his nerves go away. “So, there are rooms here? What are they for?”

“Well, it’s generally frowned upon to just up and fuck someone in the middle of the club. It’s not exactly against the rules, but unless you get the consent of everyone in the club to see it, it’s a bit disrespectful. The shows are the only exception to that, but most of the time people don’t get fucked, they just play out scenes,” Bellamy told him.

“Makes sense.” Murphy wondered if there was any chance he’d get to see the inside of them anytime soon. He hoped so. Preferably with Bellamy.

“You ever done this before?”

Murphy raised his eyebrows, “You already asked me that, genius. Again, it’s my first time here.”

Bellamy laughed quietly and shook his head, “No, I mean this in general. Have you ever been dommed before?”

“Oh.” No, no he hadn’t. He’d been too scared to ask his partners for it and he hadn’t been stupid enough to meet up with someone he met online, though he’d gotten offers. He did have some self-preservation. Not a lot, mind you, but enough to know that meeting up with someone who was likely twice his age whose only known name was ‘fantasyman47’ was a bad idea. He shook his head, embarrassed again, “No, I uh, I haven’t had the chance to. I just know I like it, that’s all.”

“And you came here because you figured you’d find someone who would dom you tonight, right?”

Murphy wasn’t sure if he was judging him or not, but he tensed up all the same, “Well, when you say it like that it makes it sound like I’m a whore.” Except, well, he probably was, but he didn’t like it being pointed out, especially not by a man he’d just met who didn’t know enough about him to make that judgement in the first place.

“I wasn’t calling you a whore. Unless you want me to call you a whore, then I will,” Bellamy joked.

“Yeah, right, like you’d sleep with me,” Murphy rolled his eyes, wishing he had gotten a drink.

“That would depend on whether or not you’re offering,” Bellamy said casually.

Murphy stared at him for a moment, wide eyed and unsure what to say. Should he offer? Or had it been a joke? Murphy wasn’t sure, so it was probably best not to outright offer. Still, he did want Bellamy, so he shrugged and said, “That would depend on whether or not you want me to.”

Bellamy snorted, amused. This kid was some kind of crazy, he could tell, but he liked crazy, so it worked out just fine. He didn’t generally go for guys Murphy’s age, but he’d seen him when he’d came in, all wide-eyed and adorable and he’d had to say something to him. “I wouldn’t mind if you did.”

Oh. Okay. Murphy swallowed hard, choking out, “Then I guess I’m offering.”

Bellamy’s hand moved from his side to his thigh and Murphy nearly died, “You sure you want to?”

Murphy nodded. He wasn’t sure of much, and his nerves were getting the best of him, but he knew he wanted Bellamy. He had figured he’d find some half assed dom who only wanted him because he was young and inexperienced and it would suck, because that was his luck, but somehow he’d caught Bellamy’s attention and he knew without a doubt that he wasn’t like that. Well, he was going to hope he wasn’t. “I’m sure.”

“Then come with me,” Bellamy said, removing his hand and Murphy had to bite back a whine.

Bellamy turned from the bar, looking over his should to smirk at Murphy one last time before motioning for him to follow. He led him through the club, behind the tables so they didn’t interrupt the show, whatever it was, because Murphy wasn’t paying attention enough to notice, he was too focused on Bellamy and what was to come.

Bellamy stopped at a little desk, leaning over it to talk to a blonde woman who looked at Murphy before raising her eyebrows at Bellamy who simply shrugged, causing her to roll her eyes and hand him a key.

Bellamy looked at him and it took Murphy a moment to realize he was waiting for him to catch up. So, with a shake of his head, Murphy told his feet to move, because his body had obviously rebelled against him and stopped beside him. Fucking nerves.

Bellamy put his hand on Murphy’s back again and Murphy had to keep himself from arching into the touch. Yeah, he wanted Bellamy, so bad it almost hurt, and somehow the universe had come through for him because apparently, Bellamy wanted him, too. Bellamy guided him down the hall and too a door labeled 3. He turned the key inside the lock and opened it, flicking on the light as he walked in.

Murphy followed after him. The nerves were back but he tried to push them aside as he looked around. It was furnished with a bed and two leather couches, but not much else. His stomach was doing somersaults and his palms were sweaty, so he wiped them on his pants. The room was painted a calming green, like grass, and everything was dark green and gold and he found he liked it a lot. The bed looked comfortable, but Murphy didn’t care as much about that as he did the restraints attached to it. The sight of them made his mouth go dry and he wondered what it’d be like to be tied to it, completely at Bellamy’s mercy. The thought made his dick twitch and he felt himself getting turned on despite his nerves.

Bellamy’s hand was on him again, resting just above his ass, and it kept him grounded. “You okay?”

Murphy nodded, “Fine.”

“Nervous?” Bellamy asked, looking at him with concern.

“A bit. But I’ll be alright.” He would be, as soon as his brain realized that anxiety was not what he should be feeling right now. Bellamy wasn’t going to hurt him, not unless he asked, and oh, God, did he want to ask.

 “It's okay. We don't have to do anything you don't want to, okay? We don't even have to do anything at all, if you don't want to,” Bellamy told him.

Murphy was comforted by that, but he really did want to do something. He wanted to do everything. Anything Bellamy asked for, but it seemed like he wasn’t going to ask for anything. At least, not yet. “Then what's the point of us being here?”

Bellamy shrugged and let go of him to sit on the bed, looking at home and Murphy realized he’d probably been in this room several times before with other subs who were more experienced and less nervous, and Murphy couldn’t help but feel jealous and inferior. Why did Bellamy want him at all? He couldn’t find a single reason why, but that was probably just because he was too nervous to feel confident.

Bellamy looked up at him, “It’s alright, Murphy. I’m not going to make you do anything you’re uncomfortable with. If you don’t want to do anything, we don’t have to. If you want, we could just hang out and I can go over some of the basics with you. Or we can leave. It’s up to you.” He had that look of concern on his face again and all Murphy wanted to do was reassure him that yes, he did want to do things with him. He wanted to drop to his knees right there for him. He wondered what that would be like. To get on his knees and take him into his mouth and please him, to have his fingers tangled in his hair, pulling it and-

“Y-yeah?” Murphy asked, jerking back to Earth. He looked up to find Bellamy staring at him. “Sorry. What?”

“I asked if you had done any kind of research before getting here, if you knew enough to know what you want out of this?”

“Oh.” He had, he'd done a lot of research, two years worth of it, but it didn't stop him from being nervous now. He had a pretty good idea of what he wanted, but he wasn’t sure how to ask for it. “I've done research.”

“Yeah? So, you know your kinks, then? Things you like?”

“Most of them.” He was sure he’d find more along the way, but he had a pretty solid foundation to start from, if he could just get over his damn nerves. He was never nervous. Not when he spray painted politicians cars or threw bricks through corporate office windows, not even when he’d gotten arrested for joyriding a cop car. He hadn’t even been nervous when he’d lost his virginity, in fact, he’d been almost bored, not that it was the girl’s fault. He just hadn’t been into it like he should’ve been, and he’d been too scared to ask her to tie his wrists to her headboard, like he’d fantasized about her doing for the whole two months they’d been dating.

“Like what?” Bellamy asked before patting the bed beside him, “You can come sit. I promise, I won’t bite, unless you want me to.”

Murphy shrugged and sat down next to Bellamy, “Asphyxiation. Bondage. Impact play, especially if it leaves a mark I can feel the next day. Exhibitionism. Dirty talk. Verbal humiliation, to a point. Slapping, like, I’m pretty sure that falls under impact play, but I’m not sure. I just know I really fucking like it, so it needs to be stated on its own. Cross dressing, I think. I mean, I like it, but I’m not sure if it’s a kink or just because I hate gender roles, you know? Pain, too. Not like, extreme amounts like being electrocuted, but in general, pain is nice. Being ordered around is another one, and if I don’t follow them it’s just because I want you to make me.”

Bellamy chuckled and nodded. “You’re a brat, then. I can work with that. So, limits, you got any I should be aware of? If we do end up doing something tonight? Which again, we don’t have to. Hell, if you want, you could lie down and take a nap. It’s up to you.”

Murphy snorted at the idea of taking a nap. He doubted he could sleep with Bellamy by him, not when he was so desperate for his touch already, if the way he reacted whenever he’d put his hand on him was any indication. “Well, I’m not okay with slurs. They just bother me. A lifetime of having them thrown at you accompanied by fists kinda kills any sexual interest. I don’t know what we’re going to do, because I do want to do something, but if I have any limits involved with it, I’ll let you know. Otherwise, I think it’s just that and no bodily functions. I’m just not into that.”

“Neither am I,” Bellamy assured him. “Are you sure you want to do something? Because-”

“We don’t have to. I get it. It’s fine, really, I want to, I do. I’m just really new to this. Well, to having a partner, anyway. And I’ve never been to a club like this and I guess my brain decided today was a good day to make up for all the times when I wasn’t nervous about something I should have been nervous about and- Fuck. I’m rambling. Sorry,” Murphy apologized, feeling stupid. He ducked his head and rubbed his neck, worried Bellamy was going to see how dumb he was and leave.

“Hey, hey,” Bellamy reached out and took his chin into his hand, gently turning his head so Murphy was looking at him. “It’s alright. I’m not going to judge you, and I understand being nervous. You can’t imagine how nervous I was when I first came here, and I’d been doing this shit for a couple years at that point. It’s normal. It’s alright. And besides, I think you’re cute when you ramble.”

“Yeah?” Murphy squeaked out, melting just a little bit. He couldn’t deny, Bellamy’s words were comforting. And the more they talked the more comfortable with him he got.

“Yeah,” Bellamy chuckled, moving his hand so it was resting on Murphy’s lap, instead. “Whatever you want to do, we can do, okay? Nothing too extreme, though, because I’m not going to flog you your first time, but anything else, I’ll give it to you.”

Murphy swallowed, managing to speak without his voice shaking as he told Bellamy, “I want to suck you off.” The thought of being on his knees for the other man was too much for him to ignore. “If that’s okay.”

“You sure?” Bellamy asked one more time, just to be sure Murphy wasn’t doing anything he didn’t want to do. The last thing he wanted was to force him into something.

Murphy nodded, “Yeah. Very.”

“Do you have a safe word?” Bellamy asked.

“Shakespeare.” It was stupid, he knew that, but it was the only thing he knew he’d remember.

Bellamy raised an eyebrow at him but said nothing about it, instead nodding and motioning for him to stand.

“Come here.”

Murphy complied, coming to stand in front of Bellamy and fiddling with the hem of his shirt. Most of his nerves about what they were doing were gone, but now he had the feeling that he was going to fuck this up like he did everything else.

“Murphy, are you sure you want this? You don’t have to. We can both just walk out of here now, you don't have to do anything you aren't comfortable with. We can just end-”

“No! No, I want to, I do. I'm just a bit anxious is all,” Murphy said. He didn't want to screw up, he didn't want to do the wrong thing, to make Bellamy hate him. He wanted to do good, to make this as good as he possibly could in hopes that the man might want to do more one day because honestly, he was attractive and Murphy could just imagine Bellamy's hand around his throat as he fucked into him and maybe that's what he should have asked for. He wondered if it's too late to change his mind. Probably. He took a deep breath and calmed himself, looking at Bellamy, “I’m sure. I promise.”

“Then get on your knees.” Bellamy ordered, and Murphy felt his stomach flip, this time in a good way.

He dropped to his knees, wishing he was more graceful than he was, but it didn’t matter, because the look Bellamy was giving him proved he was turned on. Probably just as much as Murphy was.

Bellamy reached out a hand and traced Murphy’s lips before shoving a finger past them. Murphy closed his eyes and licked at it, pulling it further in and sucking on it as Bellamy groaned above him. Murphy bobbed his head a little bit, sucking on his finger and reveling in the quiet groan of ‘Fuck’ that fell from Bellamy’s lips.

“Alright, baby,” Bellamy told him, pulling his finger from Murphy’s mouth and settling back into the bed.

Murphy could see the bulge in his pants and he couldn’t wait to taste him. Maybe he really was a whore. That was okay, he didn’t really mind. He was what he was and if being a whore meant he got to suck Bellamy off in one of the rooms of a club he’d never been in before, then that was fine with him. He’d sort it out later. Besides, from the look of things, Bellamy didn’t mind him being a whore, either.

He unzipped Bellamy’s jeans and pulled him out, stroking him a few times and marveling at the length. He wasn’t huge, but he was definitely up there, bigger than any of the guys Murphy had been with, at least, but that wasn’t saying much because he didn’t have a very big pool to pull from. He couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to be fucked by him.

He moved closer and licked at the head, drawing a hiss from Bellamy. Murphy smirked and did it again before licking from base to tip and sucking on the head, teasing him. He did it a few more times, licking at the shaft and sucking at the head until Bellamy growled and tangled his fingers in his hair, grabbing a hold and pulling sharply, making Murphy moan. “Fucking stop teasing and get to it.”

That went straight to Murphy’s dick, which was straining against the fabric of his jeans. He reached down and unbuttoned them, unzipping them and pulling himself out, stroking himself as he took Bellamy’s length in his mouth. Bellamy pulled on his hair again and demanded, “You don’t fucking touch yourself. You don’t come until I do. And if you do well enough, then maybe I’ll let you get off.”

Murphy nearly choked, taking his hand away and bobbing his head, wanting nothing more than for Bellamy to give him another order because he fucking loved it. He’d never been harder in his life and every time Bellamy growled at him or pulled his hair it sent another wave of heat straight to his dick. He knew what he wanted and he wanted Bellamy to make him obey. He wondered what would happen if he didn’t.

Murphy took Bellamy down again, swallowing around him and keeping it up until he was brushing the back of his throat. Murphy took a deep breath and fought to keep from gagging, Bellamy moaning above him. He took him down a few more times before deciding to see what would happen if he disobeyed. Maybe if he was lucky, Bellamy would punish him. He’d always wanted that. He liked punishments more than he should, really, it was probably why he was such a brat.

He let his hand wander to his cock again, wrapping around it and stroking himself a couple times, moaning around Bellamy. Before he could speed up his pace, he felt Bellamy’s hand tighten in his hair. The older man jerked on it, pulling Murphy’s head back as he moved his hips, pulling out off Murphy’s mouth and forcing him to look up at him.

“Did you not fucking hear me?” he growled.

“I heard you,” Murphy said, his voice raspy.

“Then what’d I fucking say?”

“Not to touch myself.”

“And what’d you fucking do?” Bellamy asked, glaring at him.

“I disobeyed,” Murphy admitted, his voice quiet. The way Bellamy was looking at him made a little worried, but it turned him on more than anything.

“And what should I do about that?”

“I don’t know,” Murphy shrugged and looked down.

Bellamy jerked on his hair once more, demanding, “Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

Murphy jerked his head back up, pupils blown and eyes wide, more turned on than he thought possible. “Yes, sir.”

Bellamy smirked for a second before frowning again, “I think you need to be taught a lesson.”

“I probably do,” Murphy snorted.

He didn’t have a chance to say anything else before he felt something hit his cheek followed by a harsh sting. He moaned, realizing Bellamy had just slapped him.

“Don’t fucking sass me, bitch.”

“Sorry, sir.” Murphy’s cheek stung and he wasn’t sure why but he loved it. “I’ll do better.”

“Damn right you will. Now get back to it. Hands behind your back this time,” Bellamy ordered.

Murphy nodded, sticking his hands behind his back and lowering his head back down as Bellamy readjusted himself. He put a hand on his cock to steady it, so Murphy could take it back in his mouth.

“Faster this time,” he said, voice rough and Murphy complied, speeding up his pace.

He took him back down, Bellamy’s cock brushing the back of his throat and he swallowed around it before pulling back, pressing his tongue against it and running it over the little bundle of nerves when he got to the tip. It didn’t take too long before Bellamy groaned above him, warning, “I’m gonna come, baby.”

Murphy looked up at him through his lashes and Bellamy smirked at him, saying, “You look so pretty like this, you know? Like a fucking whore. Only a fucking whore would blow a man he just met. Bet you fucking love it, too, blowing a stranger in the back room of some club. Bet that’s why you wanna touch yourself so badly, because you’ve never been so hard in your life. Such a good little bitch, too. Too good at this to not be a whore.”

Murphy moaned and hummed around him, Bellamy bucking his hips as he came down Murphy’s throat. Murphy fought to swallow it all, but a few drops spilled past his lips. He pulled off, looking up at Bellamy, asking, “Good?”

“Very good,” Bellamy assured him, running his thumb across Murphy’s bottom lip, gathering the stray drops and pushing it into Murphy’s mouth. Murphy eagerly licked at his finger, making Bellamy smirk at him. “You disobeyed.”

“I’m sorry, sir,” Murphy said, his cock leaking against his stomach. “Are you going to let me come?”

“Maybe. Come here,” Bellamy said as he tucked himself away. He pointed to his lap, “Get up here.”

Murphy did as he was told, taking a seat on Bellamy’s lap with his back to him. Bellamy wrapped his arm around him and took his cock into his hand, Murphy moaning and bucking his hips.

“No, baby, stay still,” Bellamy told him, brushing his hair back from his face so he could see him better. “Gotta be good or I won’t let you come.”

“You- Would you really not let me come?” Murphy asked, desperate and trying so hard to keep still as Bellamy stroked him.

“Of course, I would. I’ll get you so fucking close that you’re begging for it and just fucking leave you here to get yourself off, thinking about how much better my hand felt and how disappointing it is that you couldn’t behave yourself for even a little while.”

Murphy whined and let his head fall back onto Bellamy shoulder as he sped up his pace, running a thumb over the head of Murphy’s cock and twisting his hand as he stroked him. “That’s right, Murphy, be a good little whore for me. Do what I say and I’ll make you come harder than you’ve ever came before.”

Murphy let out a moan and arched his neck when he felt Bellamy’s lips on it. “You want me to mark you up, baby?”

Murphy nodded and Bellamy smirked, pressing a gentle kiss to his skin before starting to suck a bruise into it.

When he was done he chuckled, “Bet you love being marked up. Bet you want the whole world to see them, so they know what you did and how much of a whore you really are.”

Bellamy continued sucking bruises into his skin, leaving a trail of them all the way to his shoulder, moving Murphy’s shirt out of the way so he could keep going. He trailed kisses back up and gently scraped his teeth over Murphy’s skin, Murphy shivering at the feeling.

“I thought you said you w-weren’t gonna b-bite me,” Murphy panted out teasingly.

“I said I wouldn’t unless you want me to. Do you want me to, Murphy?” Bellamy asked, scraping a fingernail over the head of Murphy’s cock, causing him to arch his back and have to fight to keep his hips still.

Murphy nodded and Bellamy pressed another kiss to his skin before biting down, Murphy moaning at the pain. “More.”

Bellamy chuckled and bit down harder, Murphy keening. “You like that? You like pain, don’t you baby?”

“Y-yes, sir,” Murphy nodded. “Please, sir, I want to come. Will you let me?”

“Maybe. But not yet. Not just yet. You’ve still got a lesson to learn.”

Murphy groaned and swallowed hard, so close he couldn’t stand it. He fought to keep from coming, knowing he wasn’t going to last much longer no matter what Bellamy told him. He’d never been this turned on and all he wanted was to come, because he was so close, but Bellamy just kept teasing him, pressing feather light kisses to his skin as he stroked him lazily. “Please, sir.”

“Maybe. Give me one good reason why I should let you come.”

“I’ve been good.”

“Have you?”

“Yes,” Murphy groaned as Bellamy tightened his hand, the slight pain making it even harder to hold back his orgasm. “Please, sir, I can’t- I need to! Please!”

“You sound so pretty when you beg, baby. You know that? You get all high pitched and it’s so easy to tell you’re desperate. Bet you’re so close right now, bet you just can’t hold it back any longer. You really think you deserve to come?” Bellamy asked, biting down on his neck again, Murphy choking back a whimper.

“Yes, sir. I’ve been a good little whore. Please, let me come, sir. Please!” Murphy begged, the strain of holding back his orgasm making him writhe against Bellamy.

“You have been a good little whore, haven’t you? A very good little whore,” Bellamy mused. “Okay, baby, you can come. Come for me, Murphy, say my name.”

Murphy moaned, letting go of his control, nearly screaming “Bellamy!” as he came, coating Bellamy’s hand. Bellamy had made good on his promise, it was the hardest Murphy had ever came and he was pretty sure he’d seen stars.

Bellamy let him go and looked down at his hand. “Hold still, I’ve got to grab a tissue,” Bellamy said, reaching over to grab a box from the bedside table.

Murphy shook his head and grabbed for Bellamy’s wrist, pulling his hand up to his mouth and licking his fingers, cleaning his cum off Bellamy’s hand.

“Murphy,” Bellamy groaned as he watched him. He wanted nothing more than to tie him to the bed and fuck him open, rough and raw until Murphy screamed his name.

He held onto Murphy as he slumped against his chest, blissed out and tired. “You okay, baby?”

Murphy nodded. “I’m fine. Thank you.”

“Anytime, Murphy.” And he meant it. He wanted more than just one random hookup at the club. If he was allowed, he’d keep Murphy for his own. “Thirsty?”

“A little,” Murphy told him, his throat feeling a little raw. “Is there water in here? Or would you like to buy me that drink?”

Bellamy laughed and shook his head, “I’ll buy it for you in three years. If you’re still here by then.”

Murphy snorted and shrugged. He might be, maybe, if he wasn’t lucky and he couldn’t get into a college out of state.

“There’s water over here. Come on, get up, baby,” Bellamy said.

Murphy groaned but stood up, swaying slightly, his legs feeling like jelly.

Bellamy put a hand on Murphy’s waist to keep him from falling as he got up. He gently guided Murphy to set back down as soon as he was out of the way before stepping up to the bedside table and opening it, pulling a bottle of water from the fridge at the bottom and a bottle of lotion from the drawer. He opened the water, handing it to Murphy as he sat down beside him.

Murphy took the water gratefully and downed half of it before taking a deep breath and letting it out, finally feeling the full sting of the slap on his cheek. “Fuck.”

“Your cheek hurt?”

“A little bit,” Murphy admitted. “It’s alright. I’ll be fine.”

“Here, this’ll help,” Bellamy said, squeezing a little bit of the lotion into his hand. He took Murphy’s face in his other hand so he could hold him steady as he spread the lotion across the inflamed skin.

Murphy sighed when he felt the cool liquid touch his skin. It felt nice. He held still as Bellamy rubbed it in, his cheek feeling much better when he was done.

“It won’t bruise and the mark should fade pretty soon. Are you okay? Did I hit you too hard?”

“No, no,” Murphy shook his head. “I’m fine. You didn’t hurt me. I liked it, a lot, actually. You should do it again sometime.”

Bellamy just grinned, “Actually, if you want, I can give you my number and you can call me if you want to do this again. I could, I don’t know, show you the ropes and get you used to the basics or something? Since you’re new to having a partner and all. Any time after six, because I have work except for on Mondays and Tuesdays. But only if you want to.”

“Sure,” Murphy smiled back and pulled out his phone. He entered Bellamy’s number when he told him and saved it. “Thanks. I was kinda worried I’d find some sleazy asshole here or something but I’m glad I didn’t.”

“Yeah, well, generally, those guys get booted pretty early on. Raven has no patience for that and the club has a zero tolerance policy for any kind of coercion or sexual assault, so if they do anything like that, they get banned. There’s a whole list of them, actually, under the bar. Pictures, too. It’s a huge thing. If you get banned they make a copy of your ID so you can’t get back in,” Bellamy assured him. “Most of the guys in here are decent. Most. That doesn’t mean there aren’t some assholes, though, so just, be careful.”

“Careful as in ‘don’t sleep with people you’ve just met?’” Murphy teased.

“Yeah, that’d be good advice,” Bellamy laughed. “You gonna stay or?”

“I think I’m gonna take a cab home. I’ve got to feed my cat, and my friends and I are supposed to hang out later, so, I should get going.”

“You’re hanging out with your friends at midnight?” Bellamy asked, returning the bottle of lotion to the drawer.

Murphy shrugged, “It’s the best time to do illegal and immoral things. Like lose at Mario Kart and prank call Richards’ mother.” He wasn’t really joking about the illegal things, he just wasn’t about to tell a guy he just met that they were planning on vandalizing the newly built Walmart because fuck the Waltons and their capitalist bullshit.

“Sounds exciting,” Bellamy grinned. “Come on, I’ll walk you out.”

“You’re staying, then?” Murphy asked, a little worried he was just going to find another person to fuck and forget all about him. Of course, he had no right to be jealous, so he shoved the feeling down.

“Yeah. I’m gonna help Raven close up tonight.”

“Do you work here?”

“No, no. She’s just my friend and she’s closing alone tonight because Clarke’s got a volunteer thing she does on Saturdays, so I offered to help her out,” Bellamy explained.

“Do you know if they’re hiring?”

“You should probably get a little more experience first.”

“Well,” Murphy said, pulling out his phone and checking the time. “I’ve got about another hour before I have to meet my friends. You could teach me something else.”

Bellamy laughed, “I would love to, but unfortunately, I’ve got a desk to man. Clarke leaves at midnight, which is in like, five minutes, so, I’ve got to go. But you can call me sometime, if you want to.” He knew he’d be fantasizing about the way his name sounded on Murphy’s lips when he came for weeks. He was glad he’d talked to the kid. He hadn’t expected anything to come of it, but now that he’d had him, he wanted to give him a good reason to come back. Unfortunately, he didn’t know of anything that would make him want to come back, so it was just up to fate, he guessed.

“Sure,” Murphy told him, smiling. “I’ll go, then. Goodnight. And thanks again for, you know, not turning out to be a sleazy asshole.”

Bellamy just shook his head and laughed again, waving as Murphy left the club.

He took a deep breath as he walked outside, the city lights a little too bright in contrast to the blue and purple lights of the club floor. He wondered when it would be alright to give Bellamy a call. Tomorrow was probably too soon, plus, he had plans with Richards and Craig tonight and so he’d probably sleep all day, anyway. Maybe Sunday, if he got the chance. After he and Mbege finished with their errands.

He couldn’t forget that. If some bastard cop thought he could just get away with starting a riot so he could gas innocent people, he was wrong. Murphy had taken down his car number, not his badge number, because he’d taped over it, but they always forgot their car numbers. He was gonna teach that bitch to fuck with his friends.


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College Town Vengeance - Chapter 1

Mind Control
2006-06-29

The moment of realization slammed through the corridors of my mind, as though someone had opened a flood gate of some type. My revelation had come too late, when my boss, her father, had shown me a picture of the very girl who’d scarred my soul for life. That had been six months ago, now, yet I remember it as if it had only been moments. Kevin Kersh, the manager, had apologized for the negative treatment I had received by his hand, as one of his employees. He blamed his actions and attitude on his concerns for his beloved daughter. The same daughter that had, unknown to him, fucked me over, royally. Julia Kersh. He proceeded to hand me a transfer slip, moving me to another department, where I would be much happier. He told me how Julia had just moved to Mississippi to start college, and how she’d be gone for the next four years. Now, let me be the first to say, that there may very well be something wrong with me as a person. I don’t deny it. But in the six months since that incident had occurred, I had become a very bitter person. So bitter and hateful, in fact, that I became quite obsessed with Julia Kersh, and the concept of getting even with her for what she had done to me. I went to work, put in my eight hours or so, secretly using that time to silently curse her for everything she’d done to me, then come home. It didn’t matter anyway. With her so far away, there was no way I would be able to get back at her.

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   Until one night at work, when I learned different. [Chapter 1]I had been, to say the least, a mindless drone all night at work. Barely speaking a word to anyone, as usual, I’d worked tirelessly to make sure that everything was in it’s proper place and all of my notes were taken care of. Returning from my final break, I was approaching the toy department, where I had been transferred to, six months ago, when I heard a voice from behind. "James!"I turned, startled. Hardly anyone spoke to me, since my mindset had first gotten like this. In fact, most of the other employees considered me creepy. With good reason, I always thought. "James, if you want to clock out early, and go home, you can. I’m letting the overnight stockers finish a lot of the cleaning, since we’re not getting any deliveries, tonight. " Kevin told me, as he walked up to me. "This might give us a chance to cut hours, so I thought I’d ask if you’d volunteer. ""Okay. " I said, before turning and walking back into the direction I’d just come from. I heard footsteps, and it became evident that Kevin was following me.

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  "Yeah, I’m getting off early, too. I’ve got to get to the airport, within the next hour. My baby girl’s coming home!" He said, as he caught up to my side, grinning like the idiot he is. Needless to say, my attention was focused on what he’d just said. So much, in fact, that I had almost choked on the chewing gum that I had in my mouth. I cleared my throat to save myself from what would be an embarrassing reason to call 911. Baby girl? Daughter? Was it her?"Julia?" I asked, shocked but still faking little or no interest. The thought was astonishing. Had she flunked out of college, or was she simply home for the weekend?"No, Trina, my 14-year-old. Julia’s her idol, and she’s coming in from her Mother’s house, tonight. " Kevin informed me, as we both walked through the doors to the back room. I thought about this, as I approached the time clock. Julia, the girl who completely ruined my outlook on life, had a little sister? Fourteen years old? That meant that she was four years younger than I am. Kevin grabbed his jacket from his locker, as I clocked out. "Here.

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  " He said, before pulling his wallet out and roaming through it. I tugged my blue vest off and folded it up, throwing it into my locker, before he handed me a picture of Trina. "She’s a real looker, ain’t she? She’s going to be trouble when she hits 18, that’s for sure. "I was amazed. This girl was even more petite than Julia was! She stared back at me, from the picture. My eyes took in the sight of her short skirt, hanging so softly against the most beautiful legs I’d ever seen in my life. Her strawberry hair curled in around her face, only serving to highlight her gorgeous, deep, blue eyes, and her thin, pouting lips. I handed the picture back to Kevin with a silent nod, and turned for the door. It was time to go home for the evening, and with that picture still in my mind, the night had more promise than I’d seen in a long time. I walked out of the building and into the Wal-Mart parking lot, lighting a cigarette in the chilly night air. I couldn’t help but continue thinking about the beautiful girl from that picture. --I opened the door and threw my keys on the counter, before closing and re-locking the door, behind me. I was still in the same apartment I was living in, when I was making love with Julia, nightly. I reached in the refridgerator and grabbed a cold beer from the remainder of a 12-pack that a friend had left, a while back. I popped the cap on it, and took the first sip, before making my way into the bedroom of the apartment.

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   When I entered, I flipped on the light switch and set the beer down on my computer desk, and turned the power switch on. The computer began booting up, as I turned the light to the room back off, and sat down. Within moments, I had dialed up to the ‘net, and was browsing through several chat rooms, at once. With another sip of my beer, I heard a bell-like sound from my computer and found that I had been private messaged by a user going by the name of swt15intx. I read the line of text, expecting it to be another porn ad. "Hi, I read in your profile that you were 18. Is 15 too young for your taste?" She had typed, with perfect punctuation and spelling. I raised an eyebrow and lit another cigarette before typing out a response. "Not really, no. Do you happen to have a picture?" I asked. In a matter of seconds, a new window opened and a file transfer began. I watched the progress indicator glide across the screen, until it reached the blinking "100%. " I scrolled the mouse cursor over the corresponding button, and her picture opened in a new browser window. She was an attractive redhead, with an attractive smile, green eyes, and nice breasts for a girl of her age. I switched back to the chat window and typed "Nice.

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  ""Thank you! Sorry, I just have a thing for older guys, not these immature jerks that try too hard to be cool. " She responded. Almost immediately, a moment of realization dawned on me, forcing me to close the chat window. I left her, as I opened the browser and searched out a website to look up phone numbers and addresses with. It loaded and I clicked on the "Find Address" link, opening a new page. When it finished loading, I grinned and began typing. I hit the "Search" button, and soon it had found 1 possible match. My grin grew wicked, as I grabbed a nearby pen and pad, to write down Kevin Kersh phone number and home address. When I finished, I switched off the computer and downed the rest of the beer. I would have my revenge, after all, and I’d just figured out how. --Trina opened the door to her bedroom, finding it in the exact same shape it was in when she left it. After the flight in from Seattle, it was going to feel good to throw her things on the bed and get a long, hot bath. But first, she had a long-distance call that she’d promised to make, as soon as she got to her Dad’s. Silently, she laid her bags on the bed and swung her head, tossing the hair from her face. She reached to the nearby night-stand and picked up her transparent cordless phone and began dialing.

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   Eleven digits later, the phone began ringing. "Hello?" The familiar voice answered. "Jules?" Trina’s soft voice asked, across the telephone. "Trini!" Julia squealed, almost hurting Trina’s ears. "Hey, sis! How was the flight?" She asked her little sister. "Long, but I’m home now. " She replied, before plopping down on her soft bed. "I’m glad. I think you’re going to be a lot happier at Dad’s. At least there you don’t have to worry about Mom’s stupid boyfriend. " Julia told her. "Yeah, probably. I just don’t understand how she can put him before me, I’m her own flesh and blood! I don’t know. I guess I just don’t understand her. ""Well, you’re at Dad’s, now.

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   Did he say when he was going to be putting you in school, there?""First thing, Monday. I’m just going to be spending the weekend relaxing, until then. I’ll probably do some shopping, or go to the movies, or something. " Trina told her, while playing with her hair. She kicked her shoes off and carefully rubbed her foot, as she relaxed across the bed. "You do that, I’m sure you’ll feel a lot better. You know you can reach me over the phone or online, if you need me. Listen, I’ve got to go, okay? I’ll be online tomorrow, most of the day, if you want to reach me. ""Okay, Jules. I’m going to go run my bath water. I’ll talk to you later, Sis. " Trina replied, saying her goodbyes. After a moment, she pulled the phone from her ear and hung up, before arising from the bed. She’d decided to put everything that had happened at Mom’s out of her mind, and just focus on relaxing, now that she was in a better place. Mom had never quite been the same since the divorce, anyway.

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  Her light, slender body never made a noise as she strolled into the bathroom, laying a towel out for after the bath. She turned the water on, and the sound echoed through her, as steam poured from the faucet and water filled the tub. She looked in the mirror at herself, before hooking her tiny fingers into the bottom of her shirt and pulling it over her head. Her naked breasts were now exposed to the air, as the tossed the shirt to the floor and looked at herself. She had never liked the idea of wearing a bra, and rarely did when she was in a relaxed atmosphere, despite her mother’s bitching about the topic. Her dad never would, though, he was always too embarrassed to get into any kind of conversation of such a nature with her. Gently, she cupped her hand over one of her pert breasts, and squeezed, kneading it between her fingers. A slight moan escaped her lips as she released and looked. Her nipple was erect and tingled slightly, sending chills through her. Slowly, her hands rested on her stomach and slid downward, pushing the capri pants and white cotton panties to the floor. Bent in half, her firm little ass hung in the air, bouncing side to side as she stepped out of her clothing. Her mind wandered through taboo thoughts of lust, as she stood back up, and put one foot into the hot bath. Masturbation was nothing new to her, but she’d never experienced sex, much to her disappointment. She sank, slowly into the tub, before fully extending her legs to allow her full visibility of her tiny, shaven virgin cunt. After a moment, Trina brought two of her fingers to her soft lips, before wetting them with her saliva, and bringing them back down to her aching womanhood.

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  A muffled gasp escaped her, as the familiar feeling washed through her body. This was something she’d been needing to do since the flight began. If anyone ever knew that she wasn’t as innocent as everyone thought she was, she would surely die. --I had almost filled my notepad with information I had found online about the Kersh family, and was quite pleased with what I had learned. It seemed as though Julia and Trina both had online chat accounts, and were online very often. I’d also managed to find e-mail addresses, along with Trina’s personal homepage, complete with an online diary. This was wonderful! This gave me the perfect opportunity to learn everything I could about the young girl, before I made my first move. I still had a lot of work to do before the plan could even be carried out, but what I had in mind would definitely ensure that my vengeance would be served. The computer speakers blasted the latest Rob Zombie MP3 that I had downloaded, as I punched up a map of town, and pinpointed their home address. It was a large 3-bedroom house, just off of Pecan street, in one of the nicer parts of town. It figured Kevin would have a nice supply of money under his belt. All in all, I knew that this was going to take a lot of planning, if I wanted it to turn out just right. --Trina’s long legs stretched out, over the edge of the tub, while her fingers worked her shaven sex, violently. Small moans and whimpers escaped her lips, while a gleam of light danced across her naked body, thinly coated in water. Her mind raced with thoughts of how mush lust the secretly held, and how dirty she would be in her family’s eyes if it were ever known.

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   Waves of lust poured through her body, almost like electricity, as her impending orgasm approached swiftly. Her eyes shot open, and her mouth hung wide, as her climax overtook her. Her tiny hips bucked in the water, and a squeal escaped her lips, almost too high-pitched to be audible. She felt her tense, then release, before she went completely limp, in the water. Slowly, she grinned, reveling in the extraordinary release of tension. She now knew that it was almost time for bed, and wondered what tomorrow would bring. --Meanwhile, I had finished reading the newest entry in Trina’s online diary. It informed me that she had come back to live with her father, due to undesirable living conditions at her mother’s house. It also said that she spoke to Julia often, which was excellent. If Trina was close with her sister, then what I had planned should hit very close to home. I rubbed my eyes, putting the print-out of her latest diary entry down. I’d had too much to drink, and my vision was getting a little too blurry to continue reading. I had the next day off, so if I went to sleep now, it meant I could sleep in, and not worry about having to be up and at work. I took off my shirt and sprawled across the bed, falling asleep within minutes. I had a lot of work ahead of me.

   I’d decided that if I was going to do this, then I was going to do it right. .


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tagLetters & TranscriptsThe Interview Project Pt. 05

The Interview Project Pt. 05

B-Let's start with the basics. Tell me who you are. What's your family background?

L- Well my mother and father are still together which is very odd nowadays. I have an older sister and a younger brother so I was the middle child.

B-What's your religious background?

L-I was baptized Catholic. I went to church all the time I was growing up until I reached about fifteen. When I was in college, I started going again until I sat through a sermon about how all women should be submissive to their husbands and I haven't been back since.

B- Not a real submissive, eh?

L- (Laughs) No...no.

B- How did you first learn about sex?

L-Actually, my mother told me about it.

B-You mean in the traditional way that most people never actually get?

L-Yeah, pretty much.

B-That is so cool!

L-I believe I was eight or nine at the time and my older sister was asking questions about it for some odd reason so my mom sat us all down and she talked about it and was pretty straightforward about it. Then she answered any questions we had about it. So I ended up being the kid that told everybody else what sex was!

B-Around what age did you go through puberty?

L-Well, I got my breasts when I was about eleven or twelve. In a six month period, I went from a double A to a C cup. I didn't really start growing hair in interesting places until I was thirteen and I started my period a month before my fourteenth birthday.

B-Do you masturbate?

L-Um-Hm!

B-When did you discover that?

L-Well, my mother told me about that, too.

B- She actually told you...?

L-Yeah. She was very straightforward. Very open. It...It's kind of lonely, though. It's not something I do on any regular basis or anything like that. I didn't really start until I was, like, in college or whatever.

B-What do you think about while you're doing it?

L-Ummm...just the perfect man or the perfect situation. Not necessarily perfect but...whatever turns me on at the time.

B-Do you do it more for relaxation?

L-Yes. Yes. With not going out with a guy or not having a sexual partner or anything like that, it just builds up, builds up, builds up. It's just a release from that. It's not really comfort or anything like that but...just a release from the tension. It's calming.

B-Do you use a vibrator?

L- No.

B-Hmmm. I'm really starting to wonder who buys those things. Do you have orgasms?

L-I have minor orgasms.

B-What kinds of things turn you on?

L-It depends on what time of the month it is.

B-Why is that?

L-Well, it's like two weeks after my period...

B-When you're ovulating!

L-Yes! I finally figured that out! When I'm ovulating until my period starts! So for that week and a half or so after my period, I'm good. I tell my friends I'm "in heat." Anything about a guy will turn me on. I like guys legs, like soccer players, ice skaters, swimmers. Oh, there was a recent turn on that surprised me. I was watching THE MAN SHOW and the host that also does FEAR FACTOR, he had on this short-sleeved shirt and you could see his arms and he had these really, really well defined arms. The whole entire episode all I watched was that man's arms! And that really surprised me 'cause I've always thought of myself as a leg person.

B-Well, apparently you're branching out. Do you like to read erotica?

L- Sometimes.

B- Tell me about the hottest thing you ever read.

L- Well, it's not really about "hot." If I can read something and it puts a picture in my head I'm impressed by it but it's not necessarily something to read to turn me on. Does that make sense?

B- Yes, it does. You appreciate hot stories that are well written but they don't necessarily get YOU hot.

L-Yeah.

B- Do you watch porn?

L- I appreciate porn for its entertainment value. I think it's incredibly entertaining. I like the fact that they try to put in plots and storylines. That, I think...trying to tie it together from start to finish is entertaining to me. So...not necessarily the sex parts. You can fast-forward a little bit through that.

B- (Laughs)

L- Just the fact that they're trying so hard to put it together and tie it together is funny to me. I don't really watch it that much but when I do watch it, it's for that. I try to see the attempt of trying to explain that all of these people are having sex with each and everybody in different ways. How do they tie that together? Does the pizza boy show up? Does the deliveryman show up? Intimacy is definitely NOT a part of porn flicks.

B- Didn't you tell me once about you and your sister finding your dad's secret stash of porn tapes?

L- Yes! We were still in school. It was my sister, myself, my brother and a friend of mine. We found them, put them in and that's what we did. We laughed like crazy. Actually, I wasn't really paying attention to what my brother did because guys have a different way of looking at these kinds of things. We laughed and we thought we were being really sneaky and really naughty about it.

B-Let's move on to your first kiss.

L-Let's see. I was thirteen and visiting some friends out of town. Her brother invited over some friends and we all paired off. I remember he was my first tongue-kisser so I was kissed and tongue-kissed at the same time! (Laughs) He was eating pretzels and that's what I remember, that he tasted like pretzels.

B- (Laughs) What about your first sexual experience of any kind?

L-Well...I had a guy suck on my toes, once! I was visiting my friends recently...well, not recently now, I guess it was about a year and a half ago. I went up to Maryland to visit one of my friends from high school. We went out to a bar and I ran into someone I went to school with-I didn't really know him but, you know, we'd see each other in the hallway. I...took him home with me, we made out some, I took off my shirt...that sort of thing ... and he really wanted me to take off my pants but I'm like, "I more or less just met you. I'm sorry, I'm not that type of person." Sooo....to punish me, so to speak, he sucked on my toes and...I got there!! Surprised the hell out of me!

B- (Laughs) You mentioned that you took off your shirt. Do you like to have your breasts touched?

L- Not really. They're not that sensitive. I hate them so much because they're so large. It's weight to carry around. They're annoying and always in the way. I just...I think I don't let myself be sensitive there.

B-Interesting. What name do you call your private parts?

L- Okay, well, anything that's covered by your bathing suit.

B- (Laughs) No, no, no. In your own head, how do you think of your private parts. I mean, like, your elbow is your elbow, your nose is your nose...y'know?

L-Oh, no! I call 'em what they are. There's no reason to call 'em any other name than what they are.

B-Okay...is there an answer in there somewhere that I just missed?

L-Your breasts are "your breasts," your vagina is "your vagina."

B-All right. Just got a little confused there. I'm old. Do you shave?

L-I keep it trimmed.

B-Do you like your smell?

L-It's my smell. I don't like it or dislike it. It's just who I am.

B-Do you like your body overall?

L- (Laughs) I think we've already established that I could do with smaller breasts! (Laughs) And I would be happy if I could actually motivate myself to drop about 25 pounds but...I mean, it's not something that really bothers me. Otherwise I would be motivated to drop the 25 pounds. It's there but...it's not something I hate.

B- How do you define the term "having sex?"

L-There's different ways to have sex. You don't have to have full on penis in vagina intercourse...but it's not necessarily, "Oh, I'm kissing him. I'm having sex." It's when there's intimacy involved. It's obviously got to be consensual. I don't know. It doesn't have to be about love but there has got to be a certain level of trust. I definitely think there's more to the term than the full...let's say more or less anything past third base. Everything else is just pretty much heavy petting.

B- Why haven't you ever had sex?

L-Uhhhh...I guess I'm picky.

B- (Laughs) You guess!?

L-Yeah, picky is definitely the word for it. I mean, there's so many diseases out there that can kill you. Without any cure...They're so far away from a cure it's scary! I'm surprised more people don't think about that. Sometimes, unfortunately, that's more on my mind than anything else. Definitely a buzz kill.

B-How do you feel about drugs and alcohol?

L- They're recreation and if anyone has sex while they're under their influence, that's their own stupidity. I've been so wasted that I couldn't stand up straight but I still knew exactly what was going on. I understand that alcohol affects people in different ways but, seriously, it's their choice to continue drinking and anything that happens is their own fault.

B- When you think about the types of things that turn you on, would you consider yourself to be kinky?

L- No. I don't like whips and chains. I do have a friend that sent me a pair of handcuffs. We were emailing back and forth about him being my slave and him calling me "Mistress." He sent me the handcuffs and I laughed for twenty minutes. I put those on my headboard.

B- How about women? Are you turned on at all by women?

L- No. Just guys. The way they smell, the way they look, they way they act. You can look objectively at a woman. I've been to a strip club with some friends and we were, like, "She's bored" so she loses points for that but " Oh, look, she's got her clitoris pierced" so she gets points for that.

B- That always seemed ridiculous to me. Let's take the single most sensitive part of a woman's body and risk desensitizing it by poking holes through it. What exactly are you getting out of this?

L- It's not necessarily the clit; it's the clit hood so...

B-Would you like to be tied up?

L- No.

B-Would you like to tie somebody up?

L- Hmmm....maybe!

B- Okay, if you had a guy tied up on a bed in front of you, what would you do to him?

L-Probably ride him!! (Laughs) I mean, I'd have fun with it, I wouldn't just mount and go. There's a certain appeal of having a guy helpless.

B- Why is that?

L- Not sure. I guess because men are, bodywise, just so much stronger than women...I mean, women can pump up and everything but there's just the whole, chemical, physical, hunting/gathering thing. That guys are gonna be stronger than women regardless. So the whole thing about having this hunk of manhood tied down on your bed is just...

B- Plus, psychologically speaking, we've already established that you are not submissive which means that you would be dominant.

L- Yes!

B- How do you feel about the idea of a guy going down on you?

L- I don't know. I've certainly thought about GIVING a man oral pleasure and that is more sexy to me than a man going down on me. I'm not sure why. Maybe because it's a personal area. I mean...I think it would be very powerful and such a turn on. I mean, that's the center of a guy's pleasure. To be that...you're more or less in total control of whether they're gonna have an orgasm or not.

B-Do you like sexy lingerie?

L-Not for the fact that it's going to turn a guy on but I like it because it makes me feel good.

I've never worn lingerie for a guy though so...

B-Would you ever take money for sex?

L-No. Not under any circumstances.

B- What is the one thing that you would most like to try that you have never tried?

L- (Laughs) Sex in general! I think that's pretty straightforward.

B-All right, all right! What's something you would never try?

L- Anal sex. Exit port only.

B-What qualities would you look for with a potential partner?

L- Someone who can make me laugh. I just remember laughter with my parents. My father was always making my mother laugh or scream with frustration because he would be doing something that would just drive her insane! Loyalty. I don't mind going out with a guy who's going out with other girls as long as he isn't having sex with them. As soon as he makes that step, that's an ultimate step for me. He's got to tell me that he's made that step so I can back off and he can go on with the girl that he's decided to have sex with then.

B-You view the choice to have sex as a form of commitment, then?

L-Yes, a major form of commitment.

B- What if he doesn't feel that way about it?

L-That's his problem. That's not my problem.

B- Well, what if he doesn't feel that way and so doesn't tell you that he's doing it.

L- If I find out, then that would be a major breech of trust, then. But I'm pretty straightforward about it. That's not something that I, like, hide and, like, "You broke the rule and you didn't even know about it." I'm very straightforward, I'm very...this is how I feel and why I feel it. If you can't follow, then I'm sorry, we can't go out.

B- How do you relate sex to love...or do you?

L- I don't. I don't know. It seems kind of hypocritical because of the fact that I haven't had sex at this point but I don't relate sex to love. I think love is something that...well, it could come in a bang or...

B-Pardon the expression.

L- (Laughs) It could be something that takes a long time to reach that point but I don't tie the two together. You can love someone and not have sex with them or have sex with them and not be in love with them.

B- How will you tell your children about sex?

L- I'll be as straightforward as my mother was with me. Pretty much when they start asking questions.

B-What is the single most erotic thing in your admittedly limited experience?

L- Probably the toe-sucking! That's just something that I was not expecting! I was dancing so my feet weren't exactly perfectly clean and I always keep my toes very nice now, I keep the nails trimmed and cleaned, that kind of stuff. I just never realized I had a foot fetish until he started sucking on my toes.

B-Well, I'll just cross off this question, "What is your fetish?"

L- (Laughs)

B- Are you comfortable being a virgin?

L- I'm comfortable with the choices I've made. I'm not comfortable being still a virgin and almost 28.

B- Well, whomever you choose will hopefully know what a special, lucky man he is. I admire your stance in this day and age. Thank you, Liz.

L- You're welcome.

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Author's Response: Yes, he was mortified, but he knew it was necessary and Tosh only looked as much as she had to. She made sure Gwen and Owen weren't there either, to lessen Ianto's embarrassment. Thank you!


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