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A Murder, A Mystery, A Mistake?

There I was, hard at work as usual. It was a busy Friday afternoon. Another high profile murder case. Same MO as the last. The victim was tortured with lacerations all over his body. Fingernails tore off. Eyeball out of its socket. A gruesome murder. How the killer was able to inflict this much damage, while still keeping the victim alive and conscious enough to speak was as much a mystery to me as the fact that he was able to break into the victim's high-security mansion without leaving a trace. As if the killer was a ghost.

No signs breaking and entering. No traces of fingerprints. No murder weapon. No clue as to who or how they were able to do this. However, there was a video. I had seen it. It was uploaded to the internet. The victim's confession of all the women he blackmailed and sexually assaulted.

I realize I have my work cut out for me. Especially seeing how this is the third murder matching this particular MO. A tortured male with a video of him confessing his crimes. I let out a sigh, rubbing my forehead as I felt a headache coming on. I was in desperate need of coffee. They discovered the body early this morning and I've been hard at work ever since.

Finally, after hours of trying to figure out the answers to these questions, I've decided to take a break and grab another cup of coffee. Walking out of the crime lab, I made my way down to the break room.

As I walk into the break room, I hear my name. "Nick! Have you found anything out about how our killer was able to enter the home without sounding the alarm?"

Shit, it's detective O'Connell. "Honestly, I have nothing. It's like we're dealing with a ghost. There is no sign of breaking in, the alarm wasn't set off. No fingerprints, no weapon. The only thing we do have is an obvious motive. The killer seems to be targeting alleged rapists. That's what the three victims have in common."

"O'Connell, that P. I. is asking for you," Major Davis interrupts as he walks in.

"Garcia?" she asks. "God that woman is relentless."

She then turns back to me. "See what else you can find out and we'll talk later."

She then turned heel and walked out in a huff.

I grabbed my coffee and made my way back to the lab. "Nick! I finished organizing the documents on where the evidence was found and its conditions." I see my assistant Ashley with a folder in her hands. She sets the folder on the table. "Would you like me to grab a copy of the mortuary's report?"

"That would be great Ashley, thanks!" she nods and then heads off. I take a sip of my coffee and open up her file. I glance over the photo's of the crime scene and the evidence as well as the documentation. This is going to be a long week.

I spent the rest of the day running test and analyzing DNA. All of which seemed to be in vain. All of the DNA samples we tested matched all of the victim's known associates. All of which were in his house at some point prior to the time of death. However, all of them had alibis. I couldn't find a scrap of evidence that shed any light on the crime. What if the killer knew how to bypass the security? Still, how did he get into the home without breaking anything? All the doors were locked.

Ashley walks in with the mortuary report. She hands it over to me. I flip through even though I was present during the post-mortem examinations. The victim had a 2.5-inch wide stab wound. What was he stabbed with a sword? That's an awfully wide blade. There are other marks don't look like any blade I've ever seen. "What do these look like Ashley?"

She looks closely at the photo. "Honestly? They look like claw marks."

"That's exactly what I thought. This case just keeps getting weirder and weirder."

Ashley and I spent the rest of the night mulling over what we had, which was next to nothing. Whoever this was, they were good.

I eventually decide to call it quits for the night. I send Ashley home, but I stayed a little longer. I had some personal business to do and I really didn't want anyone asking questions. I went through the police database, looking for all information on a Bianca Caldwell. I know I've done this a thousand times, but I have to be missing something. She has to be the one I'm searching for.

I ended up at the same bar I've spent the last several weeks at. Hoping she shows up. However, I haven't seen her yet. I was going to finally talk to her today. I was going to tell her the truth.

So I sat there and had a few drinks. Then she finally walked in. Slightly taller than me at 6 ft. She had long shoulder length blonde hair. A black dress that barely filled up those curves and she had curves. Not overweight, but she could fill out a dress, that's for sure.

She walked right up to me and took the open seat beside me. "I've seen you in here quite a few times, but I still haven't gotten your name... Mines Bianca." Shit! I didn't expect her to approach me!

"Uh... Hi Bianca... I... I'm Nick," I stutter. I can't believe she's actually talking to me!

"Nice name Nick, mind buying a girl a drink?" she asks. I nod and signal the bartender over.

"Can I get two of..." I turn to her. "What would you like?"

"Screwdrivers please!" she says.

The bartender nods and goes to work making our drinks.

"So Nick, what is it you do?" she asks.

"I'm a crime scene investigator," I tell her.

"Oh neat! Like that tv show?" she asks.

"Yeah, for the most part." The bartender hands us both a glass full of orange juice and vodka. "How about you?"

She leans in closer and whispers in my ear. "I get paid to have a good time with nice guys like you. Are you interested in having a good time?"

I can smell a heavy perfume... Roses. It takes my nostrils by storm.

I silently nodded. "Good," she said.

"So, Nick... Have any interesting cases?" she asks as she puts a hand on my thigh.

"I'm really not supposed to talk about my cases," I tell her. "But between you and me, there's a killer on the loose targeting men who are alleged rapists."

"Really? Any clue who it is?" she asks.

"No idea, he's like a ghost... Able to enter high-security homes without leaving a trace," I tell her.

"Wow, enticing!" She says excitedly. "So this ghost only targets alleged rapists?"

"So far... Also, there's always a tape of the victim confessing his crimes," I add. I know I shouldn't be telling her this, but I can resist her. Besides, if I don't talk about this case, I'm going to lose my shit.

"Oh my god! Really! Was that movie star one of them?" she asks. Of course, his tape was uploaded to the internet before we could stop it.

"Yeah..." I confirm.

"Sounds more like a hero if you ask me," she says. We both finish our drinks and I order two more.

"You wouldn't think that if you saw the bodies," I tell her.

"You don't think those men didn't deserve what they got for what they did?" she asks.

"I don't know, I just know no one deserves that kind of torture," I say.

The bartender gives us our drinks. By now I'm feeling a good buzz. I want to tell her everything, but I can't. Not yet.

"So, Nick... how about after we finish these drinks we go back to your place?" she asks.

"S... Sure..." I stutter.

We both take a sip of our drinks. She grabs my arm. "No need to be nervous hun, I'll make sure you enjoy yourself."

We finish our drinks and I pay off my tab. I follow her outside.

"Should I get us an Uber?" she asks.

"My place isn't far from here if you want we could easily walk," I tell her.

"Sure," she says.

We start making our way down the sidewalk. It's early February in LA and she only has on a short skimpy dress. "Would you like my coat?" I ask.

"I'm fine," she stammers.

"Honestly, it's no big deal... Here." I take off my jacket and wrap it around her bare shoulders.

"Thanks, you're so sweet," she says.

"No problem," I say.

We continue walking, at this point, we're more than halfway there.

"So... Have you ever been with a woman like me?" she asks.

"A woman like you?" I ask.

"A tranny..." she replies.

"Honestly, I haven't really been with anyone before," I say bending my head down.

"Wait a sec, are you a virgin?" she asks.

"Guilty as charged..."

"No way! How does such a nice and handsome guy like you stay single for so long?" she asks.

"I'm dedicated to my work! I suppose. I haven't really had much time outside of it."

"Aren't you lonely?" she asks.

"Sadly yes..."

"What makes your work so important? Why would you want that kind of life?" she asks. "No offense, but lots of women I know would die to be with someone like you."

"It's not that simple. You see my mother was murdered and the case was never solved. I need to know what happened to her, I need to know the truth."

"Wow... I'm so sorry..." she says. "I understand what you're going through, my mother was murdered as well."

We finally arrive at my apartment. I was really feeling it by now, more than just tipsy. "Would you like something to drink?" I ask her.

"Sure, I'll take whatever you're having," she says.

I go to the kitchen as she sits down on the couch. I pour us both some screwdrivers since I know that's what she likes.

I hand her the drink and sit down beside her.

"Nice place you got here," she points out.

"Thanks, I guess one of the few benefits of being a CSI is a decent pay," I tell her.

We continue to sip our drinks, as we chit-chat.

"You didn't seem to be all that put off by me being transgender... Is this something you've always wanted to try?" she asks.

"I try not to judge people on physical appearances. Besides, I don't think there is anything wrong with being transgender." I tell her.

"You're like the only one who thinks that," she says. "Sometimes it feels like there are only two kinds of people out there. The ones that hate transgenders and the ones that want to use us as toys."

"Well, I don't think I fit into either of those categories." I take another sip and she puts her drink down on the coffee table.

She places her hand on my thigh. "Listen, Nick, you're a nice guy. I've really enjoyed talking with you."

"But..." I interrupted.

"But, nothing. I really like you. I don't meet young handsome guys who are actually nice. Most guys treat me like some kind of whore or freak."

"I'm sorry, that must be hard."

"It is, especially in my kind of work."

"Can I ask you something personal?" I stammer.

"Sure, go ahead," she replies.

"How did you get into this kind of work?" I ask.

"Ha... Honestly, it's not something someone dreams to be when they're growing up. But... A woman like me doesn't have many other options. Being transgender..."

"There wasn't any other work you've could've done? What about schooling?"

"Honey, it's not that simple. When society sets expectations for what a man and a woman is, people who don't fall into those categories are often ostracized," she says. "It's hard to find work when people won't even talk to you because of what you are."

"I'm sorry to hear that. You seem like a good person," I say to her. She lets out a small smile.

"Often times that's not enough." The pain in her voice is evident. I wrap my arm around her.

"There must be something... Something that can be done. You shouldn't have to sell yourself."

She looks into my eyes and she leans in and our lips touch. It felt like a lightning bolt ran right through me. I shouldn't be doing this. I know this is wrong, but I need to be with her. I need to know her.

She pushes me back on the couch and straddles my waist as she continues to kiss me. Her hands pull my shirt up over my head and she tosses it aside. Her lips journey down my skin. She sucks on my neck and makes her way down to my chest. She stops and gets off me. "Let's go to your bedroom," she says.

I quickly get up and follow her, leaving all my inhibitions behind. As soon as we get into my bedroom, she tosses me on the bed and crawls on top of me. Our lips are locked together once more as her hands start exploring my body. They find their way down to my belt buckle and slowly undo it. Next, her fingers unbutton my pants as her tongue slips past my lips.

She breaks away to pull my pants off, leaving me in just my boxers. She then stands up off the bed and turns her back to me. She undoes her dress and it falls to the floor. She only has a thong on underneath. She looks over her shoulder at me. "Are you sure you still want to do this?" she asks as she hooks her thumbs underneath her thong.

I get up and stand behind her, wrapping my arms around her. "Is there any better way to lose one's virginity than with a beautiful woman like you?"

"Do you really mean that?" she asks.

I kiss the back of her neck as I pull her tight against me. If she only knew the truth. I've been searching for her my entire life. I kiss her shoulder. My hands move on top of her's, sliding her underwear down until it falls to the floor.

She turns around still wrapped in my arms. She looks deep into my eyes. "You're beautiful," I whisper to her as our lips embrace. She wraps her arm around my neck.

We both fall back onto the bed, still wrapped in each other's arms. Our tongues dance in my mouth. Her hand slips underneath my boxers, grabbing a handful of my asscheek.

She rolls on top of me, both hands tugging at my boxers, pulling them down. My cock springs free. She slides the underwear off and tosses them aside. I get a good look at her naked body for the first time. My eyes travel down from her golden blonde hair, her large breasts, to the large cock between her thick thighs.

I can't look away from it. Her dick is slightly larger than my own. "So... How do we do this? I mean... Obviously, our options are limited." I say.

She crawls on top of me, kissing her way up my body. I can feel her cock as it slides up my leg, finally resting on top of mine. Her lips journey up to mine, deeply kissing me before pulling back. "We can do it however you want," she whispers.

"What do you prefer?" I ask.

She slides down, kissing me softly until her lips arrive at my crotch. She sucks my cock into her mouth. Oh my god, that feels so good! She slowly starts to bob her head up and down my shaft. Twirling her tongue around the tip of my cock every time she comes up. I grab the sheets as she reaches around and grabs my ass. She pulls my hips as she shoves my cock down her throat. "Oh fuck!" I gasp.

I don't know how much longer I can keep this up. She lets my cock fall from her lips. I look down at her as she sucks on her finger. Before I know it, she has her finger up against my asshole. I take a deep breath of air, as she pushes it in. Once again, she has my cock between her lips as she starts to finger fuck my butthole. Plunging my cock down her throat once more as her finger journeys deep into my ass.

However, she doesn't do this for long. She lets go of my cock. She looks into my eyes. "I want to fuck you," she says. "Would you like that?"

I barely get a nod in before she lifts my legs up over her shoulders, pulling my ass to her. I can feel the tip of her cock against my ass crack. She leans over and plants a kiss on my lips, pinning my legs against my chest. Her hands run up the back of my thighs, locking behind my knees. She slides down and the next thing I feel is her wet, warm tongue sliding up and down the crack of my butt, before pressing up against my entrance. She plunges her tongue up my ass. It feels so strange and yet it feels so good!

She laps her tongue in and out of my ass before pulling it out completely. She then spits on her hand and rubs it all over her cock. She starts to rub the tip of her cock up against the star of my ass.

"Relax honey, take a deep breath in," she whispers before she starts to push. I feel a pressure as her cock stretches out my ass. It hurts at first. I bit my lower lip and grab handfuls of sheets. "Just breath."

I inhale an air full lungs as the tip of her dick plunges past my sphincter, penetrating me. A gasp escapes my lips as she slowly pushes her cock inside me. She leans down and presses her lips against mine as her shaft buries itself deeper in my ass.

As bad as the pain is, I take it all. All for her. "Oh fuck, you're so tight. How does it feel to have me inside of you?" she gasps.

"UUuuuh fuck!" I grunt as she starts to thrust her hips back and forth. She starts to get into a rhythm. Her hips rocking back and forth bringing that cock in and out of my ass. The pain is still there, but I start to feel the pleasure of her cock against my prostate.

My own cock is hard as steel. The pleasure overtakes me. Any second I feel like I'm going to explode. She thrust her rod deep in me as I feel her hot and heavy breath against my face. I look up into her eyes as she looks down into mine. Once again our lips are together and our tongues wrestle for space. She starts to fuck my ass with vigor. Slamming her cock deep inside me.

"Oh fuck! I'm going to cum!" She pulls out just enough to ram her cock as deep inside me as she can. I can feel her dick start to pulsate, spraying her load deep within of me, just as my own cock erupts, spewing cum all over the both of us. We're both panting for air. She finally pulls out and collapses on top of me after she lets my legs fall to the bed.

Breathing heavily, we are both sweating profusely. She rolls off of me and sits on the edge of the bed. I place gently start to rub her back. "Well, that was the most amazing thing I've ever experienced."

She looks back at me and gives me a sad smile. "Too bad your first time was with a tranny hooker."

"No, you're wrong. My first time was with the most beautiful woman I've ever met."

She lets out a small laugh. I scoot up behind her and kiss her shoulder. "I'm serious!"

"You're only saying that because this is the first time you've ever had sex."

"No, I'm saying that because I truly like you, is that hard to believe?" I ask.

"You don't even know me," she argues.

"Then let's get to know each other," I tell her.

"I don't know," she sighed. "If you knew me you won't feel the same way."

I reached over and turned on the lamp. "Have you forgotten I'm a Crime Scene Investigator? I'm 100% sure you haven't been through anything I can't handle. Literally, I saw a guy tortured to death this morning."

"I've done things that I'm not proud of," she goes on.

"We all have," I reply.

She looks back at me, she looks like she's on the verge of crying. She quickly looks away. "Wait, what's this?" she asks as she grabs a photo from my bedside stand.

"This is my mother! Why do you have a picture of her?" she asks. Oh, fuck! I've should have told her sooner.

"She's also my mother too," I say.

"What?!" she asks bewilderedly. "How?! Oh my god! We... We had sex!"

She looks at me with shame and disgust. "You're my brother!? Did... Did you know this all along? Is that why you've been going to the bar?"

"Holy fuck! I can't believe I just had sex with my brother!" The tears start to flow freely from her eyes. "And you! You just let it happen!"

She quickly gets up and grabs her clothes.

"Wait, Bianca! It's not that simple. I only had a suspicion. I didn't know for sure." I majorly screwed this up! I should have been honest at the beginning...

She threw her dress back on and grabbed her heels as she made her way to the door. "Wait, I can explain. I promise!" I shouted as she left, slamming the door behind her. Fuck! I slam my fist against the wall. Why couldn't I just have asked her? I let the alcohol get the best of me.

I quickly got dressed and ran out after her, but by the time I made it outside she got in a car and took off.

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My digital circuits lecturer is really hot. I can’t help it, it is hard not to notice. She has the perfect nose. I particularly love its snub shape. I just can’t stop gazing at it. It is a very attractive nose considering it was natural in a world where everyone has a fake nose. It is refreshing. A young woman with a big brain who is also sexy and has a natural nose are pretty hard to come by. When I start gazing, I usually am in the zone, I don’t even blink, it is like looking at the weeping angels except in this scenario, you are delighted to do it and not scared. She has the perfect brown eyes, beautiful cheeks that show dimples when she smiles and turns purple when she blushes, her teeth are perfectly white, I think her eyebrows are tweezed, they are way too perfect, she has the perfect hairline and she is funny too. She is my only lecturer who does not put me to sleep. Her complexion is almost like the color of that chocolate that I buy every day, the one that is slowly making me start tasting like chocolate. It is specially designed for me.

This woman is God sent. I need to know her name and start attending all of her classes. I should not be taking digital circuits this semester but for her, I will do the stupidest things. I could get her to tutor me. All I need to do is terribly fail in my first test then go crying to her of how I have to do well so that I can make my parents proud of me. I will make myself available anytime for tutoring any time any day. I hope she picks the nights. I do have to make my parents proud of me while I gaze at the beautiful nose in the process.

The tutoring might not really help with my grades, I happen to be good at digital circuits. It just sounds nice to waste my time staring at this creature. A creature that seldom appears in my school. She is a sight for sore eyes. Visual nourishment I guess. There are very few pretty people in my class. I just happen to be one of the pretty ones. I am happy that finally there is one more yum yum lady and she stands in front of me four times a week. She just made school lovable.

I can’t wait for the tutoring to start. I have officially become a tactile learner (only for the tutoring). I am the kind of learner who easily understands with the help of physical contact. I hope this beautiful creature is going to embrace tactile learning. It is after all the only way that I can get A’s in her class and she will be proud of me. She will be proud of her tactile learner and she will get me a present and she will tutor me for the rest of her life as a

lecturer after seeing the importance of touch during the study. She will become my tactile lecturer and we will be the tactile duo.

Kyllan strongly disproves of my tactics and thinks I need to go back to therapy asap.

Tomato Cheeks

It is a beautiful, perfect, glorious day and I can’t stop myself from smiling from ear to that it is almost creepy. Too much pleasure. Too much amusement. I am thinking of all the upgrades I am going to give Kyllan before I start traveling with him. I have to make him the best travel companion. The best thing about him is that he does not fart and he cannot smell my farts and if he ever does, I will make sure his programming tells him that it is the best smell in the whole wide universe, he has to find it pleasant <emphasis on the word universe>. He will especially be useful on the days and nights that I choose to drink a lot of alcohol and I need help to go back to my room safe and sound. Kyllan does not drink but he can copy the state of being high and indulge drunkards. Also, I need him to look a lot more human and less robot-y. A very hot and sexy human.

I am just seated at the beach with my legs crossed watching random citizens do random things. Girls walking around with their jiggly butts. Boys trying to hit on them and failing terribly. Too many tits of all shapes and sizes. I would like to poke one with my finger. I wonder if it will feel exactly the same as a water filled balloon. I enjoy filling balloons with water and then just pretending that they are all boob’s and pressing them all day long. It is not fair that I am stuck with the boobs that I have. There are days when I wake up and all I want is to have small boobs and other days all I want is to have big boobs, other days I do not want boobs at all and some other days I would like two pairs of boobs especially when I am going to a place with no food. My four tits would provide me with milk.

Anyway, let’s go back to the beach. This beach is quite a lovely place and it got even lovelier when I saw the most beautiful woman in the whole wide world. I had never ever seen someone so beautiful. Oh my goodness, where did this one drop from. I was staring shamelessly. I had seen heaven. Where did this beautiful creature come from?

I started blushing and she had not even looked at me or noticed my existence. My beautiful creature looked at me for about one second and I blushed harder. My cheeks changed color from brown to pink to red. I could feel them turning red. They were quite hot and looked like ripe tomatoes. I could feel the rest of my body going numb. I could not move. I could not stop blushing. Blood was slowly leaving the rest of my body parts and moving to my beautiful cheeks. The size of my cheeks getting bigger every second. They were getting rounder and growing larger further and further away from my face. Round ripe tomatoes stuck to my cheeks is what it looked like except these were not ripe tomatoes they were actually my cheeks. They were starting to get heavy. If I tried poking them, they would burst. I was starting to look like an alien. With my eyes open so wide, I definitely qualified as an alien. My alien race could be called the ‘Tomato Cheek’ race. My whole body had stopped responding to anything else. At this point, my cheeks were squeezing my lips too tight and unfortunately, my tongue was hanging outside of my mouth as I had forgotten to return it inside my mouth when I was busy marveling at this beautiful creature.

I blushed so so hard.

All my blood concentrated on my cheeks, the rest of my body had become bloodless.
While struggling to move the rest of my body which was proving difficult, a bee stung my tongue. Now my hanging tongue was starting to swell. “Oh shite!” Those were my last words, and they did not even sound like they should.

An ambulance was called.
I must have fainted because I woke in an ambulance with a needle injected into my cheeks and another needle into a vein in my hand and tube in between the two needles. They were returning blood to the other parts of my body and the size of my cheeks was reducing. They felt less heavy. Now I only had my tongue to worry about.

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Drake Andreas had always wanted Lisa Grey. But she was his best friend's sister..... too young, and innocent. she is off-limits. Lisa had been in love with Drake for as long as she could remember, And now, in just forty-eight hours, her Greek handsome devil was getting married to another woman, a beautiful model, her cousin. But when her cousin left him stranded at the altar Lisa was there to pick up the pieces. she knew Drake had always thought of her as a little sister, but this night he needed her. And she had never stopped looking forward to having him. In one night of unforgettable passion, their lives were inextricably joined. This led to her bitter circumstances in her marriage with Drake, He had been flagrantly unfaithful to her, she gave up her love for him and divorced him. Five years later, Drake comes back dramatically into her life. An accident leads to his lost memory and was asking for her, under the impression that she was still his wife.

Lisa's head came up proudly as she stared at the "I never thought you would,"

Drake yanked her forward and kissed her. "You must have thought it once Lisa, I always want you" He whispered and kissed her again

Before that instant Lisa had thought he stood aloofly by and observed life from the sidelines, she discovered then that she was mistaken. For there was nothing detached about his hungry mouth moving over hers, nothing aloof about the powerful grip of his arms on her back as they pressed her forward into the heat of his body, or in his blunt fingers, tangled in her hair, grasping her skull, and his intensity laid to waste her powers of reasoning.

He had pulled her to him so quickly, that she had hardly had time to react. Automatically, she raised her hands to push him away. But, for just an instant, she was caught up in the contrast of how things as they appeared to be and as they were could be so devastatingly different.

For instance, Drake's mouth appeared hard and stern, but, Lord help her.....it was soft. Strong. Hot. But not hard-not hard at all. The only remotely harsh element of his kiss was the heavy beard of his unshaven jaw, abrading the tender skin of her face.

Having hesitated for even that brief an instant, she forgot exactly to which it was she had been going to object. Being

manhandled again, maybe. Or Something like that. She didn't remember and she didn't care. Any objection she might

have raised was swamped beneath a wave of sensation. Drake's mouth kept opening over hers. Restlessly,

he slanted his lips over the fullness of hers. When she didn't open to him immediately, he raised his head, stared into her eyes for a moment, and then came at her from another direction, using the hand in her hair to tilt her face to accommodate him. He widened his mouth around her lips and then

slowly dragged it closed, tugging at her lips.

She didn't even think twice. Lisa's lips simply parted beneath his, and Drake made a wordless sound of satisfaction

deep in his throat.

His tongue was slow and thorough. It slid along her bottom lip and explored the serrated edges of her teeth. Releasing his grip on her head, Drake pulled her closer into the heart of his body, moving his pelvis against her with suggestive need. His tongue rubbed along hers. Nerves Lisa

hadn't even known she possessed flamed to acute, throbbing life. Her tongue surged up to challenge his, and she arched against him, sliding her arms up to wrap tightly around the strong column of his neck, plunging her fingers into his crisp hair. She was aware of every muscle in his body as he pressed against her. He pulled her closer.

She wanted him.

He tilted her chin up and searched the unblinking hazel depths of her eyes. She was so innocent. That was the only contrary ripple in the tidal wave of certainty that rushed over him. Too innocent to know what was best for herself. She's off-limit, But he ignored that ripple. He wanted her.

No, it was more than that. He needed her.

"Lisa."He murmured her name against her lips

One syllable, yet he'd never heard anything so erotic. His name in her low, breath voice.

"Ah, damn," he muttered. He was well and truly lost His wearing fled, replaced by full_blown desire. Her breast. Pressed soft and warm against his chest. Yielding. Her supple waist fitted the curve of his arm

and her mouth

Her sweet, luscious mouth was Created for him his pleasure. Innocent and Seductive her lips met his slanted to fit better and opened to accept the greedy thrust of his tongue.

He wanted to devour her, to consume her for his selfish pleasure. At the same time, he was determined to make her burn with a desire for him.

Somehow he moved them to the seat, sitting down with her on his lap. Her arms circled his shoulders: her fingers tangled in the hair at his nape. He shifted her so that her legs draped over the arm of their seat and tilted

her backwards in his embrace. She was his for the taking, his to sate his ravenous hunger upon, and then to savour

a second, a third-an infinite number of times.

In his jeans, his arousal demanded more, and he thrust against the warm fullness of her bottom.

Her answer was to kiss him as he'd been kissing her, to explore the depths of his mouth with increasing boldness, increasing demand. It was a demand he was fully

prepared to meet.

He slid her off his lap. She flexed to accommodate him, and without even pausing for a breath, he layover

her upon the narrow seat.

Beneath him, Lisa felt the change, like a shift in the wind, like a tilt in the axis of the earth. Up to now, she had wielded the power. Sort of. Now he held it

Or maybe he'd always held it. Maybe it had been her delusion, thinking she could say yes or not to this man and control the restless beast he'd loosened inside her.

So she accepted the hard masculine weight pressing down on her, and she gloried in the knowledge that

Drake Andreas wanted her, Lisa Grey. He could have any woman he wanted, but he wanted her because, despite their differences, at heart they were alike. He cherishes her.

As if to prove her right, he began a trail of kisses, warming her neck, heating the shell of her ear, rousing a fire of epic magnitude in the nether reaches of her belly.

Drake," she moaned, moving restlessly beneath him. Wanting things from him, she could not rightly put them into Words.

But he knew. He knew, and he answered her silently. Pleas with a touch here, a caress there. The inside of her elbow. The palm of another hand. The place beneath her ear had no name. When had these common, every day, parts of her become so sensitized?

Then one of his knees parted her legs and pushed between her thighs. It was a Strange, invasive movement Possessive. Thrilling. At the same time, one of his hands skimmed up her waist and ribs then palmed the side of her breast.

Oh, yes. Don't stop, was her shameful, greedy response.

He heeded that too, sensing it thought she could not form the words. Then he smoothed his thumb over the crest of her breast, and someone groaned. Could that be her?

When he did it again, using the tip of his thumbnail to tease her nipple to excruciating awareness, she again

"Lisa, he said, murmuring her name against her lips, against the curve of her neck, and the hollow of her throat. And all the while he increased that sweet torturing of her breast until she was panting with need, a human inferno thrashing beneath him, churning on the inside and threatening to explode from the violence of her emotions.

When a surge of cool air swept over her legs, she felt one blessed moment of sanity. The lower half of her was entirely bare. How had that happened?

She had her answer when his palm, hot and bold, curved behind her knee. But that sensual, wholly improper caress felt too right for her to bid him cease.

this was lust, she feared she would never deny it again.

When he ground his hips against hers she thrust back in instinctive acceptance. How had she ever thought this is a repulsive act? How could she have disdained it? Feared

it? Dreaded it?

He shifted to one side and his hand moved higher She sucked in a sharp breath when he reached the apex of her parted legs. Fear and longing pounded through her veins as he cupped that most private part of her

Fear. Longing. Need. She needed to know the rest of this.

Maybe she should stop him.

But then he parted the curls down there

and touched her, and any thoughts of stopping these wondrous feelings burned right out of her head

Oh yes. Oh, there. Oh, this is wonderful. .marvelous

He made a tiny circling movement, as he'd done with her nipple. Only this little circle was so much closer to the boiling centre of her longing. Of her lust. He has circled her and it felt hot and wet-and then she erupted.

Yes. Yes." She heard her cries over and over as her body arched in spasms beyond her keen. He urged her on, stroking until it was unbearable until she was sobbing

her face wet with unknown tears. That's when he moved his finger farther back, someplace deeper, filling her with

new feelings even as the tremors still rippled through her. He thrust in and out, rousing her anew. Though the

Sensations were the same, they were somehow different. For just a moment he stopped, just long enough for her to gasp for breath. Had she died? Was this heaven

Then once again he shifted over her, and she felt a new probing, harder and larger.

Lisa opened her eyes to find out it was just a nightmare

Lisa's heart beat wildly, responding to the fragment of a dream turning in her mind.

"Stop it!" she told herself fiercely, " Drake is marrying my cousin in the next fourth eight hours." please stop!"

she took several deep breaths, bringing herself under control, telling herself that she had to stop treating her nightmare as though it was real. It wasn't.

The nightmare was simply a creation of another make-out session she had with Drake a few months when he takes her out, it had been her dream to become Drake's wife and have him all by herself before her cousin show up and ruined everything for her. Now her dream had turned into her erotic nightmare.

When the phone rang, Lisa was almost relieved. Though it was before dawn, she was wide awake. And she needs a distraction from this frequent nightmare.

"Hello," Lisa said, keeping her voice steady with an effort.

"Lisa," Alana said "how was your night,"

"good," she said simply, but deep down herself, it's not good

"Okay, just calling to check on you, and to tell you that I may not be able to come to the office this morning, I may be a little bit late ...Am taking Mackenzie and Shana to the dentist for a checkup."

"See you then." bye....'

kicking aside the tangled sheets, Lisa turn towards her bathroom to prepare for the day.

After her bath, she walked into the kitchen. with hands that wanted to tremble, she plugged in the coffee pot, scramble two eggs, and buttered a piece of toast. She forced herself to eat and drink, to clean up after herself, to do all the things normal people did.

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Yesterday I gave my lover something he'd been pressing for -- lunch with my drop-dead gorgeous sister and me. I'd been dreading this, because she's into swinging and he's been drooling all over his e-mails about how he'd like to meet her, and fantasizing about whether she'd fuck him. I was really worried that all he was interested in was using me to get to her, and that once he saw her he'd lose interest in me. But it looks like I was worrying for nothing.

For most of the meal they just wanted to talk about getting me to fix up my finances, and budgeting and my sister started in on getting me to leave my husband, but my lover tried to head her off on that. I think he meant it when he said he preferred married ladies for sex because it was nice to have someone to send them home to when all the moaning stopped. Anyway, I guess it was okay to get them together, because before we left it was me he made a date with for a roll in the hay this morning. And he said that to show his appreciation for letting him meet her sister he'd fulfill one of my fantasies then.

So, here I am, lying spread-eagled on the bed, with my hands cuffed together and tied to the top of the bed, and my legs tied to the sides at the bottom. He's already placed a blindfold over my eyes, and made sure it won't slip by putting a ski mask over it. Only my nose and mouth are uncovered.

"Does everything feel okay?" he asks.

"Great," I say. "So what do you have planned for me."

"Well, I think we'll start off with a little bit of the usual," he says, "then I think we'll end up with a little bit of a surprise." I'm not sure I like the idea of surprises when I'm tied up and blind folded, but then again maybe I do. At least it seems like my cunt does, because I can feel it getting sort of warm and tingly after he says this.

"What sort of surprise?" I ask.

But he just says, "Umm, if I told you it wouldn't be a surprise, would it?"

At that point I don't have a lot of attention to pay to that question because I feel his weight come onto the bed beside my head, and suddenly his dick is pressing at my lips. I open them eagerly and draw him in, because I really, really love to suck cock. I even got out of a speeding ticket once by sucking off the cop who stopped me. Talk about win-win!

After a while of fucking my mouth with slow in and out motions, and with me tonguing and sucking away, he says, "Okay, now I want to go deep. I want to see all of that cock in your mouth and feel your nose rubbing up against my pubes." And then he's pressing and pressing and I'm trying to swallow all his meat, but the angle's wrong, and I start to gag, so he pulls out.

He asks, "What's the problem?"

"This is a bad angle," I say as soon as I can get my breath back. "How about turning around and coming at me that way?" And so he does, and I turn my head up a little and he slides right down into my throat, and then he really must be turned on at what he's seeing, because he starts fucking my mouth in deep, long strokes -- just like I like it and he loves it.

After awhile he says "I think you deserve some attention now." He pulls his dick out of my throat, turns around on the bed again and starts sucking my tits. He sucks them, hard like I like it, with little bites on my nipples every now and then. I love the little jolts of pain when his teeth close on my nipples.

I'm really starting to get into this when, suddenly and without any warning (what can he say with a mouth full of tit, anyway) he gets off the bed, and I can hear his feet moving around to the other side. Next I can hear a condom packet being torn open, and after a few seconds his weight is back on the bed, between my spread legs. Then he's on top of me, and I can feel the head of his prick at the lips of my wide-open and now creamy cunt. And then -- nothing for several seconds.

Finally, he asks, "What do you want?"

"Come on, you know I want you to fuck me in the worst way," I whine. "Please don't make me wait like this." And as I'm saying this I feel his prick slam up into my wet cunt.

I'm so turned on at this point that I can already feel an orgasm starting to build, just from that one stabbing thrust of his dick. This tying up business must be a real aphrodisiac, because I've never moved so fast, with so little foreplay before. As he starts stroking in and out, I build and build so that within just a few strokes I'm spurting cunt juice all over him and shouting "Oh yeah, baby, fuck me hard. I'm coming." And he just keeps pumping it to me, in and out, in and out, with a steady rhythm that keeps me right at that peak for what must have been a minute or more, but that seems like hours.

Then he stops for a minute, just plain flat out stops; and I ask him, "Did you come?"

He says, "No, I'm going to save that for your mouth. You know we both like that more." As he's talking he starts fucking me again, but only a little bit, like with the first inch or so of his dick. It feels great, as he pulls it all the way out, and slides it across my clit on the way back in, over and over, faster and faster.

Soon I'm, getting ready to boot it again, breathing hard, begging, "Oh, yeah, fuck me" over and over. And the son of a bitch just stops cold, right as I'm ready to go over into another really big orgasm.

"Oh, you did it again. I hate it when you do that to me," I tell him. "Come on sweetie, don't tease me like this."

Without a word, he just starts up again, and I'm having to start over from about half way down my peak. Only this time he's changed his rhythm - steady, shallow in-outs across my clit, like before, but with a really deep thrust thrown in at odd intervals. By the third of those deep thrusts I'm on the verge of coming again, and he just stops.

"You shithead," I shout, "stop torturing me like that. I really want to come!"

He just sort of snickers and starts again, slowly, with his old 1-inch dick stroke, making sure to smash into my clit each time he pushes back inside me. By this time I'm starting to hold myself back a little, knowing that he's going to stop short and leave me hanging again, so I'm not nearly as fast to peak as I was before. He must sense this, because suddenly his weight shifts forward and his mouth is in the game, giving me one of those long hard kisses that I love, with his tongue deep in my mouth, while his cock slams all the way into me hard. Once, twice and that does it. I'm coming with a force that is stronger than anything that I've ever felt when we've fucked before. I'd be screaming my head off except he's still got his tongue in my mouth and his lips locked on mine. We stay that way, as he continues to pump in and out of me, long deep slow strokes now, as he brings me down gently from one of my life's really great orgasms.

After a few minutes he rolls off of me and I hear his feet on the floor again.

"Wow," I say, "that kind of hit the spot. Did you get there that time?"

"God, I tried not to, but I couldn't hold back."

"Oh, poor baby. If you give me a chance I'll see if I can't suck another one out of you later. Would you like that?"

Before he answer's there's a knock at the front door. He says, "Why, I think your surprise has arrived," and I hear his bare feet moving toward the front of the house.

I can hear him walking toward the front of the apartment, then the door opening and closing. I hear my lover saying something, muffled, but I hear no response, just the sound of feet coming my way, one set barefoot, the other in shoes. I'm no longer sure that I like this, being tied up, not knowing what's going on, and not being able to stop it if I want to. So, I rub my head back and forth as much as I can, trying to get my blindfold off. But now I understand why he put the ski mask on top of the blindfold, because all I can feel happening is that my mouth gets a little covered up. I still can't see what's going on.

The footsteps come into the bedroom and I start to plead. "Honey, I'm not comfortable with this, please at least let me see what's going on."

"I think you should trust me on this one," he says, straightening my ski mask. "You know I've never hurt you before, and I'm not going to do that this time either. You've told me some of your fantasies, and now it's time to try one of them. So, why don't you just lie back and enjoy, because it's going to happen now anyway."

As he's talking, I can hear shoes hitting the floor after being taken off, then a zipper, and the rustling of clothes being removed.. No, he never has hurt me before. And I think he likes me enough, or at least likes fucking me enough, that he's not going to screw up a good thing by doing that now. And he's right. As long as he sticks with my fantasies, I should be okay, and I should enjoy this, if I'll just let myself do that

So I decide to go with the flow. I start listening again, and smelling, trying to figure out who, or at least what sort of person, this surprise is. And as I do so I feel my nipples getting hard again, and a tingling warmth starts to build in my sloppy cunt. My gentle sniffing tells me nothing; all that I can smell comes from the furious fucking that we've just had. I can't smell any perfume or aftershave smells; no body odor. Black, white, man, woman; I don't know. No smoke smells -- that's good; because I hate that. At least it seems that my lover has picked out someone who meets my standards on that.

Then, sounds of bare feet on the floor again. His moving from the side of the bed to the side of the room where there's a chair. Others coming from there to the foot of the bed. Suddenly, a weight on the bottom of the bed, between my outspread legs. "Oh shit, this is it," I think, tensing up a little, but then I make myself relax, my legs go soft again. Waiting, hoping that this will be as much fun for me as my lover has hinted it would be,

Suddenly, hands on the inside of my thighs, gentle; soft, not like my lover's which have obviously seen some physical labor; smaller, too. Woman's hands I think. "Or," another thought suddenly hits me, "a boy's?" They feel cool; it's cold outside, but I feel them warming up as the travel up and down my thighs, softly caressing the tender flesh. Then, suddenly, fingernails in place of the fingers' pads, lightly dragging across my inner thighs. A whole new sensation that is making me start to shiver. And, shortly after that, the warmth of a mouth, slightly moist lips working their way up the tender flesh of the inside of my left thigh. No beard, I think, wonderful smooth cheek against my thigh. Soft lips. Still, just the feel of clean skin, and no make-up smells.

That soft, kissing mouth reaches my cunt, and for a second I can feel warm breath against my clit, followed by a delicate kiss, and then a soft, persistent sucking on my love bud. I can feel myself start to move my hips up, pushing my cunt against the soft mouth that is starting to drive me wild. Lips and tongue start to work together on my clit, with little side trips all around the lips of my cunt, the tongue probing, always coming back, gently, to the center of my feeling. By now I couldn't care less who or what is doing this to me. I'm on the verge of a huge orgasm, and all I want to do is feel that wonderful mouth, ride that wave.

Then it's here, I'm coming, and I'm almost shouting, "Oh, God, that's great, don't stop," as my back arches off the bed and my cunt goes absolutely wild on me. "Oh, please, yes, do that. Just like that," And that mouth, so sweet and tender, more tender than anything I've ever felt before, does keep doing that.

I'm going from orgasm to orgasm, with almost no time in between until I hear myself gasping words I thought I'd never hear myself say: "No, please, no more, please stop, no more please."

I lie there for what must have been a couple of minutes, panting and occasionally shuddering as the aftershocks of those fantastic orgasms kept hitting me, again feeling just a soft breath on the outside of my cunt. Then, movement as weight shifts off the bottom of the bed and onto the side of the bed, and knees straddle my head. A different musky smell, finally, followed by the feeling of breasts with hard nipples sliding across my stomach. "Oh, a woman," I think, "that fantasy."

"Who," I started to think, but then her cunt is on my mouth just as her sweet, sensuous lips have returned to my clit. The time for thinking is over. I've never made love to a woman before, never been eaten out by one before this, either. So, I just I try to imitate her movements, suck for suck, lick for lick, thrusting and rimming her cunt with my tongue in time with her. I must be doing it right, because it isn't long before her hips start moving up and down just as mine are doing until, at almost the same time, we are both coming, our moans and cries muffled in each other's cunt.

We both lie there for awhile. No words, feeling the feelings of our bodies nestled together. Lighter than any of my male lovers, I think. Softer. Nice. Shortly after that, she gets up without a word, and soon I can hear water running in the bathroom. I suddenly realize what creamy faces we must have, and I start licking around my lips.

"That was beautiful, honey," I tell my lover. "She tastes different than I do." (Different from the taste of my own juices that I'd sucked off of my lovers' dicks before. "Sweeter," I think.) "Are you going to tell me who she is?"

Before he can respond, she is back, putting on her clothes and shoes, no talking. Then, footsteps, shod and unshod again, as my lover takes her to the door, opens it, and closes it again after a brief pause. Still no talking. "Is he kissing her?" I wonder.

Only the bare feet returning this time, then weight settling on the bed. "No, I don't think I'll do that," he says as he starts removing my mask and blindfold, then the cuffs and ties that have held my arms and legs down. "I don't think she'll tell you, either. But I will tell you that it's someone you know."

As he starts massaging my arms and legs to get the stiffness out of them, he says, "So now, every time you see a woman that you'd met before today, you can wonder whether you've had sex with her already. That should give you a really interesting outlook on life."

Thinking back to the day before, it hits me. "It's my sister, isn't it?" I ask. "You all cooked this up after lunch yesterday, didn't you?"

"Well, I guess it could have been, since you obviously knew her before today," he says with that little smirk that he has when he's teasing me about something, the bastard. "But like I told you, I'm not telling. Besides, don't you think it would be kind of fun to look at every woman you've known and think, 'I wonder if we've had our tongues in each other's cunts?'"

I start to argue but he cuts me off. "By the way, I feel stupid asking after all the bucking and moaning you were doing, but I want to make sure. Did you have fun?"

"Oh, shit, yeah," I say. "But next time let's make it a threesome, and let's do it without the blindfold."

"Sure," he says, guiding my head into his lap, "that'll do for next time. But we've still got a little unfinished business to take care of here before we start working on that."

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When your pilot informs you that cruising altitude has been reached and it’s safe to move around the airplane’s cabin, go to the bathroom alone. Place your dominant hand on the soap-dispensing button. Close your eyes. Feel the smoothness of the button. Feel it with all your fingers. It’s almost unreal, how smooth the button is. Retract your thumb, ring, and pinkie fingers into a fist. Tense your pointer and middle finger muscles. Make your fingers nice and straight for the button. Apply light pressure on the button. Stop just before soap comes out. Feel the tension. Feel the button pushing back on your fingers. The smoothness of the button is unbelievable. And the way it pushes back. It’s unreal. It’s completely unreal. Don’t let soap come out of it yet. Maintain enough pressure so you can flutter your finger back and forth until it’s no longer clear if you’re pushing the button or it’s pushing you. Do this very fast. Do this until you can’t stop yourself from pressing the button as hard as you can.

Butter Style

Let half a stick of butter melt in your mouth. This can take a long time. Try to sit still. It will feel less rewarding if you move even slightly. When the butter feels mostly melted, push your tongue against the harder parts. Make them melt against your cheek. Think about how you are dominating the butter with your tongue. The butter has been making you sit motionlessly as it took its sweet time melting, but now the tables have turned. The butter is very bad. It has been very, very bad. Now you are showing it. Show it how to be good. That’s right. Make it melt the right way. Show it how bad it’s been. You’ve known how bad it’s been all along. Spit it out into a bowl. Microwave it until it boils. Good. Now put the butter bowl in the freezer. Teach it a lesson. Look at it, sitting there on the shelf. Look at how good it thinks it is. While you wait for it to re-solidify, write a strongly but vaguely worded letter to the butter manufacturer. Use words like “thick” and “hungry” and “daddy.”

Golden Arches

You can have this kind of sex any time you pass a McDonald’s. Start by slowly tracing the white letters of “McDonald’s” with your eyeballs. You will feel tempted to trace the large singular yellow M of the golden arches, but don’t make the mistake of doing this too early. Pause occasionally at the lowest point of the white M. Feel the pleasure you are giving to the M by pausing, but not to the extent that you become carried away and neglect the other just-as-important letters of “McDonald’s.” Increase the speed of your eyeballs. Focus on the base of the M less frequently but more intensely, making almost angry circles when you reach its intersecting lines. Gradually incorporate the golden arches into your tracing. When you can’t take it any longer, allow yourself to stare openly at the lowest point of the M in the golden arches. At this time you should feel your head sink powerfully into your neck and might release some kind of guttural sound. After you have recovered, it is customary to pet the sign by looking at it in its entirety with unfocused eyes, similarly to how you would view a Magic Eye picture, as if the white letters of “McDonald’s” and the golden arches were not separate things.

If you are alone and don’t want to go outside to a real McDonald’s, you can feel a similar kind of satisfaction by browsing Google image searches for “McDonald’s sign,” then using a large bold font to type “M” 150-300 times into the body of an email addressed to some variation of “mcdonalds@ohmygoddddddd.mcfuckingdotcom.” Your desire to send this email will dissipate rapidly after typing your final “M.”

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Redheads Have More Fun
by Wtarr2010

It was a rainy night, 11:30 PM at the Hampton Inn hotel in Raleigh, North
Carolina. Some of the WWE superstars were booked to spend the night there
before the big Wrestlemania 21 pay-per-view show.

Most of the wrestlers that were at the hotel were in the bar section of the
hotel hanging out and playing pool, while Christy Hemme, one of the divas and
the challenger for Trish Stratus's Women's Championship at Wrestlemania, was
sitting on the stool sipping on her drink with apparently not much attention
being directed towards her.

She was dressed in a sleeveless red top with two slim straps on her shoulders
that cut off near her stomach, tight fitting black jeans and your average
pair of open toed female's shoes. As she finished drinking her second glass
of some wine one of her co-workers recommended, the bartender comes up to

"Why aren't you over there having fun?" he asked the redhead. She sighs and
yawns a bit.

"Well, normally I'd be partying like there was no tomorrow," she started,
"But I need to stay focused if I want to take home the Women's Championship.
No parties and nothing that will take my mind off of-"

Christy was cut off by the current WWE Women's Champion, Trish Stratus,
coming up behind her as the blonde Canadian bombshell places a hand on her

The bartender walks away as he sees that Christy's attention will obviously
be directed towards the other woman as she glares at her rival and opponent.

"Aw, doesn't anyone want to hang out with poor Christy Hemme?" Trish says
with a faked melancholy tone. She grins once she see's Christy's expression.

"What the hell do you want, Trish?" Christy asks as he shoves the Canadian
diva's hand off of her bare shoulder.

Trish sticks out her bottom lip, imitating a puppy dog face as she sits her
purse down. "Why so hostile?"

Christy raises an eyebrow. "Why so hostile?" she questions, not believing
Trish had the audacity to ask her that. "You've been a bitch to me ever since
I've gotten into this damn place," she exclaims.

Trish is the one to raise an eyebrow this time as she moves a strand of her
blond hair behind her ear.

"Oh, yoo-hoo, Mr. Bartender," she starts, ignoring Christy for the moment as
she takes a seat next to her. "Could I get a shot of tequila?"

The bartender nods his head as he hands Trish her glass, filling it with the
worm-filled alcoholic beverage.

Christy sighs as she nudges Trish after she takes a drink. "Hello, I was
talking to you."

"Oh, yeah, right hun," Trish replies after taking another sip. "You think I
was being mean? Oh heavens no, I was just being my natural...dominate self,"
she states, grinning wide.

Christy glares at her as she notices a large amount of pride in Trish's
emotion once she heard that. "The only dominate thing you do is in bed with
that bitch of a boyfriend of yours," Christy says with her own smile
beginning to grow.

Trish's eyes open a bit in surprise. "You mean Christian? Honey, he's so last

"Is that right? So you switch love toys every year? And you call me the
slut...," Christy retorts, her eyes rolling afterwards.

Trish glares at the redhead as she watches her call for the bartender.

"Could you fill me up again?" she casually asks him. He smiles and within a
few moments, Christy is taking a drink of her filled glass.

"You make that slut retort about me, yet you literally ask a guy to fill you
up...," Trish says with a small chuckle.

Christy scoffs at her, finding her behavior getting more and more on her
nerves. "I asked for him to refill my glass, you idiot."

Trish squints her eyes as she also takes a drink from her glass. "You can
call me an idiot all you want, but there is no way in hell that you're
winning my Women's Championship," she exclaims, smirking a bit with pride.

Christy also squints her eyes as she cocks her head, getting more and more
pissed off. She goes to say something back to her, but she is stopped by a
hiccup. 'Crap, I guess I shouldn't have gotten that refill...so much for
being focused,' she thinks.

She grins at the humorous situation she was in.

"Hello, are you listening to me?" Trish asked her.

"I think you're just jealous of me," she tells her before swallowing the last
bit of the glass that she had. 'Wow, that was bold,' she thinks to herself
once more, feeling a tad happy that she said that.

"Excuse me, that's far from the truth. I'm a three time babe of the yea-"
this time Trish was getting cut off by Christy.

"Wasn't babe a talking pig?" she says, smiling widely from ear to ear. Trish
was starting to get furious now.

"Yeah, steal lines from that lousy good-for-nothing Jericho," Trish replied,
rolling her eyes while looking down at the floor with her eyes squinted. That
comment hit a nerve.

This time it was Christy who equipped the puppy dog face, mimicking what
Trish was doing earlier. "Aw, is poor Trishers' sensitive when it comes to
Jeri?" she teases.

Trish narrows her eyebrows as she glares at her, obviously really pissed off.
'This little bitch is asking for it...'

After a short moment of silence, Christy takes a moment to think. "Listen, we
might as well change the topic, fighting right here most likely wont do us
any favors," she suggests to her rival, the alcohol making her a bit
friendlier than what she

would normally be. The arguing was making her a bit nervous and it was
causing her to breath a bit heavily, after all.

Trish takes a glance at her as she raises an eyebrow and makes a face as if
she doesn't take Christy seriously. "Oh, and what topic would that be?"

Christy smiles a bit as she looks up at the ceiling for a moment. "I don't
know...something fun?"

Trish pauses for a moment before laughing softly. "Fun? Well, at least you're
asking the right girl," she says, "it's pretty obvious that blondes know how
to have more fun, anyway," she boasts as she flicks her hair about.

Christy raises an eyebrow as a smirk came across her face. Both women were
getting affected by their alcohol that they endorsed moments prior, their
hate for one another being subsided in a minor way. "Are you out of your
mind, Trish?"

"What do you mean? Like I've said, it's pretty damn obvious," the blonde
Canadian retorts.

"Oh please, that's just a myth created by a bunch of perverts who like to
look up nude blondes over the internet. Redheads are the real partiers."

"Yeah, right. Is that...so?" Trish asks, her speech being interrupted by a
small hiccup.

Both ladies blink right around the same time which causes Christy to giggle.
"Well..." she starts, looking around to make sure no one was paying
attention. In fact, almost everyone had left the bar while her and Trish were
bickering. The bar tender didn't seem to be paying any attention to them. "I
could show you."

Trish's eyebrow cocks up high as she bites her lower lip. "And how do you
plan on showing me?"

Christy takes a moment to think. Her alcohol invaded mind wasn't thinking
straight, obviously. She doesn't take another moment to continue thinking as
she quickly presses her lips against the blonde woman sitting next to her.
The bartender obviously saw, but she didn't give a damn.

Trish's eyes went wide in a bit of a shock, but she didn't break away. She
was also not feeling right in the mind from the tequila she had earlier.
Instead of pulling away like she normally would have, she closed her eyes as
she welcomed the redhead's lips against hers, opening her mouth some to allow
better access.

Christy then darts her tongue into Trish's mouth, lapping it against her own
tongue. Both women were moaning as Trish stuck out her tongue next to
Christy's, moving it across the Number One contender's pearly whites.

Pretty soon the Bartender became too aware of what the two women were doing.
The bar was empty as it was now midnight. He hated to interrupt the two, uh,
ladies, but rules are rules.

"Um, girls," he starts to say. The two women break their kiss immediately as
they look at him a bit nervous. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you two
to leave, it's getting late and I need to be closing up."

Trish starts to think for a moment before a sly grin appears. "Hun...how
about you come up to my room, since we have this little 'minor
inconvenience'...you can really show me why it is that redheads really know
how to have...fun," she says with a grin, hiccupping a bit with her speech
slurring here and there.

Christy raises an eyebrow before laughing softly, slightly placing herself
against the Canadian champion. "Mm...sounds like a plan, blondie," Christy
agreed, kissing Trish's neck, causing her to giggle a bit.

Soon enough before the bartender had to get onto the drunken females again,
the women retreated from their seats as they journeyed upstairs to Trish's
hotel room, fondling and groping whatever they could get their hands on as
they walked.

Eventually after walking down the hallway with giggles and moans, they
finally reached Trish's room. "Room 302, this is the one..." she exclaims as
she pulls out the key from her pocket book, unlocking the door as the two
women go inside.

After Trish slams the door shut and re-locks it, both Christy and Trish
discard their slightly uncomfortable heels, now both barefoot as the red
haired woman presses her lips against the Canadian beauty's once more, this
time using enough force behind it to cause the women to fall on top of the

The drunken haze that they were in and the hate the two women had for each
other was only increasing the intense amount of lust growing between the
women as they groped and fondled each other's bodies.

Christy, being mounted on Trish, moved her hand to the diva's large chest,
grabbing her right clothed breast, giving it a tight squeeze causing her to
yelp in their kiss. Their tongues flicker against the other as saliva begins
to be mixed, their eyes closed tight as Christy moves her hands to Trish's
top, pulling it up.

Trish raises her arms above her head as Christy pulls her lips apart from
hers just long enough to get the Women's Champion's shirt off, revealing her
navy blue bra. The redhead wasted no time in unclipping it in lighting speed,
throwing it around some place in the room.

Trish breathed heavily as she felt dominated by her red haired rival and
future opponent as her top was quickly discarded along with her upper set of
underwear. Now her bare breasts were out in the air for Christy's viewing.

Christy just stopped in her tracks for a moment as she stared down at Trish.
She liked that she was on bottom and in a defensive position. She smirked
devilishly as she raises up to pull off her own top off of her body, showing
no bra as her massive globes bounced out. They were just slightly smaller
than the ones her partner was sporting.

Trish's breathing pace began to grow more and more heavy as she witnessed
Christy remove her top, her breasts looking marvelous. 'Not as good as mine,
of course', she thought with a small chuckle.

Christy leaned back down as she pressed her lips against Trish's yet again,
both sets of breasts being mashed against the other. Both women were getting
more and more wet down in the southern region as they tongue wrestled each
other, with Christy eventually gaining the advantage.

The redhead moved her hands towards Trish's wrists, holding her arms still
causing her to yelp a bit. Christy broke their kiss to grin down at her,
before moving lower to where her face met Trish's chest.

Trish tried to look down at her to see what she was doing, but then she
suddenly felt Christy's lips latch onto her hardened rosebud. "Oh...mm..."
she moaned out with her eyes shutting tight once more.

Christy's hair dropped from behind her head onto Trish's skin as she suckled
on her right nipple, coating it in her saliva wickedly whilst moving her free
hand down in between the two as it went inside her partner's jeans. She was
delighted to feel a little hair and pussy lips with no signs of panties.

"No panties?" she curiously asks Trish with her brow raised.

"I'll usually...wear something down there, but I forgot to put any on," Trish
says with a hysterical laugh, taking pauses in between words from being
basically out of it.

Christy laughs with her before asking, "How could you forget something like
that if you remembered to put a bra on?"

Trish pauses for a moment. "I was in a rush to get dressed...why does it

Christy lets out a hiccup as she bites her lower lip. "Guess it doesn't, I
was just curious," she explains while moving her hands out of the blonde
bombshell's jeans so that could unzip them, pushing them down to her knees.

Trish was able to take care of the rest, moving her jeans off with her knees
and then kicking them away.

As they fell off of her cold-getting feet, Christy's face lit up with vast
excitement, practically diving her head in between the blonde woman's legs.
Her fiery red hair fell down against Trish's stomach and hips as she moved
her hand between her thighs, not wasting any time.

"Ooh...fuck!" Trish yelped as she felt the redhead's cold digits enter her
warm, pink insides. She breathed heavily with her breasts heaving as she did,
softly moaning as Christy moved her fingers in a circular motion.

"Do you like that Trish? Do you like my 'slutty' fingers inside of you? Huh?"
Christy teased her, a wicked grin coming on her face as Trish quickly nodded
her head, her eyes shut tight once Christy stuck her tongue at the tip of her
pussy folds.

Within moments Christy had her own pair of pants off of her smooth, tanned
legs and laying about on the ground, along with her soaked undergarments. The
cool, crisp air felt good against her hot womanhood, as the same could be
said for Trish when she removed her pants before.

Christy's tongue started to journey down inside of the Canadian Bombshell's
treasure box, being flickered against her clit as Christy used her free hand
that wasn't being used to finger / hold Trish's pussy open to move down her
own valley of sinful sexiness, probing two fingers into her own wet cunt as
she went from flickering her tongue across Women's Champion's clitoris to
taking quick laps against her entire soaked pussy.

"Oh...yeah, baby...eat that fucking pussy," Trish egged on, wrapping her
strong, powerful, slender, tanned legs around Christy's head, pushing her
face closer to her womanhood a bit.

Christy let out muffled sounds from getting her face mashed into her drunken
lover's pussy, but she didn't think nothing of it. In fact it had some what
turned her on from Trish dominating her in a way.

"Oh, fuck yeah, eat it, eat it you redhaired little skank!"

Christy raised an eyebrow at Trish's sudden name calling, which had actually
struck a tiny nerve, causing her to snarl a bit as she hungrily rammed her
mouth against the blonde's hot and wet cunt, making Trish yelp out loud.

"Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuck!" Trish yelled out, feeling close to her
orgasmic climax.

Her body heaved against the red head, her hand moving down to run her fingers
through her hair as she sat up slightly to do so, her toes bent and legs
still crossed and wrapped around Christy's neck.

Her sweaty blonde hair was falling down into her face as she quickly pushed
it away before taking her own hands and tweaking her sensitive nipples as
Christy's rug-munching onslaught was becoming too much for her to handle.

"I'm...oh...I'm going to...fuck!", Trish hollered, her eyes shutting tightly
again as she roughly grabbed Christy's hair tightly, screaming and making a
facial expression that was equal to that of a woman giving birth.

"Oh shit! I'm going to cu-cu-cum!" she whimpered, her pussy juice spraying
Hemme's face, soaking her hair and the inside of her mouth some what if any.

Trish's grip around her head with her legs was leg go as they weakly fell
down on the bed, along with Trish falling back down on her bed with her messy
blonde hair all in her face.

After taking a few moments to breathe, Hemme wiped the juice that was on her
face and hair, swallowing what little managed to get inside of her mouth as
she stood up, staring down at the swimmingly defeated Trish Stratus.

"Don't tell me you're done already," she started, a smirk gracing her lips as
she crossed her arms across her nude chest.

Trish, still somewhat panting, took two moments to raise her head up slightly
so that she could talk to Chirsty. "What more do you want, bitch?" she
somewhat hatefully asked, letting her head fall back down against a pillow
with a forearm over her eyes.

Christy raised an eyebrow as she climbed back up on the bed, squatting above
Trish's face before she quit roughly grabbed her arm and pulled it out of the
way to where Trish could be greeted with Hemme's shaven, throbbing pink

"It's pretty fucking obvious what I want," Hemme cursed.

Trish squinted her eyes at her while placing her elbows firmly on the bed,
propping herself up somewhat. "You've already got me off, I couldn't care
less about your pathetic needs, hon."

Christy raised an eyebrow before pushing her off of her elbows and back onto
her back. "Eat it, you blonde skank!" she shouted at the blonde, as
dominating her in everyway possible was her main intention in retaliation for
her hateful remark.

Trish narrowed her eyebrows but decided it would be best to do what she was
told, sticking her tongue directly in the middle of her rival's pink
womanhood, flickering her tongue up and down a bit while placing her hands on
her waists, her finger nails some-what digging into the redheaded woman's
skin out of a fit of lust and strong desire.

Hemme let out a tiny moan once she felt Trish's tongue dart inside of her
cunt, and then again once more once she felt it flicker across her clit.

Hemme's eyes closed with her head cocked back, her hair falling down behind
her head and back with her voluptuous breasts high in the air.

Trish now started picking up her speed with her rug munching, nibbling on the
pussy lips a bit while suckling on the inside of her folds.

Eventually the Canadian champion decided to move her hands from Hemme's waist
and up to her beautiful chest, tweaking her nipples in between her index
fingers and her thumbs, making Christy whimper repeatedly.

Soon enough as Trish rapidly darted her tongue in and out against the
redhead's clit as well as her hands roaming her large, sensitive breasts,
Christy could feel close to her orgasm.

"I'm going to cum soon, keep it up bitch," she mouthed to Trish.

Trish, wanting to hurry up and get this whole thing finished with, did as she
was told, gently biting on Hemme's clit as well as sucking on her entire
private area as hard as she could.

"Mmm!" Christy moaned loudly, splattering Trish's face underneath her as she

Trish kept her eyes closed as she felt Hemme's love juice hit her face and
mouth, not bothering to lick it off. She even moved her hands off of
Christy's breasts to wipe off the pussy juice away from her face.

After a few pants of catching her breath, Christy fell on her back, laying
between Trish's legs as her feet propped against her face.

"Get your damn feet away from me, slut!" she shouted at her, shoving her legs
off of the bed.

Christy shot her a dirty look before getting off of the bed, heading towards
the shower that was inside of the room.

"Where the hell are you going?" Trish asked, sitting up with her arms
crossing her chest.

"The shower, I have to get cleaned up," Christy replied. Trish scrunched up
her nose before sighing.

"Go into your own room and do it, I need to shower!" the Women's champion
said as she rose to her feet.

"It's about, what, 2:00 in the morning? We're not even supposed to be out in
the hallways that late in this hotel. You're going to have to put up with me
for the night, sorry," Christy told her as she made her way into the

Trish snarled at her before giving in, even though it was obvious she didn't
have that much of a choice. "Just...let me know when you're done," she says
as she gets back on the bed, not even bothering to get dressed again seeing
as she was planning on taking a shower as well whenever Christy was finished.

It was around 2:50 AM, both Christy and Trish had showered and had clothes
on, with Trish being in her night ware and Christy being in a barefoot
version of what she wore when she came in the hotel due to Trish obviously
not being kind enough to share her clothes.

Both were in the bed with their backs facing each other, the lights just now
turned off before Christy speaks the final word.

"I told you that redheads have more fun."

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The sound of sand trickling in an hourglass snapped me back to truth. I increased from the mat, my body humming its appreciation, my mind cleared of its fog. Appreciation welling up in my heart, I thanked Sayuri, her eyes showing understanding and complete satisfaction.

Unintentional as it was-- my foray into that Thai massage parlor left me an altered person -an intro to an alternative measurement of relaxation that neither wealth nor materialism might match. It became my escape, my journey toward self-discovery, and a testimony to the restorative power of touch. An unforgettable experience!

Remember - All of us look for solace, and often it comes in the unlikeliest of places, like the Bangkok Sanctuary - a simple, yet captivating Thai massage parlor in the heart of a lively city.

My consultant had actually suggested a distinct massage parlour nestled in the middle of the historic centre; a facility renowned for its art, as much as its indulgence.

I invite you to open your mind to explore the sensual world of massage parlours and enable yourself the indulgence of a lifetime. On the recommendation of a well-meaning buddy, and overcoming my hesitation, I discovered myself in front of the humble wooden façade of the distinguished "Bangkok Sanctuary", a Thai massage parlor tucked away in the dynamic heart of the city.

I was caught off guard when she began utilizing her feet and elbows too, extending my body with the precision so particular of Thai massages. Unexpected as it was-- my venture into that Thai massage parlor left me an altered person -an introduction to an alternative measurement of relaxation that neither wealth nor materialism might match.

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