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A Night With Avril Lavigne

Disclaimer: This is an adult story that should not be read by minors under the age of 18. It involves adult over the age of 18 in scenes of bj, pussy eating, m/f, anal play, and anal.

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Just so you know, I don't really know Avril as a person, so I had to guess about her attitude and sex drive, though I did do a bit of research. If Avril Lavigne herself ever happens to read this story, and likes it, she can let me know and I'll send her a copy. Oh, and she can give me some pointers for the next one too. She's so hot!

I didn't really want to go to the club tonight, but I had promised Crystal that I would be there. I was tiered and a bit depressed as my life wasn't going in the direction I wanted it to. Crystal knew this and that was precisely the reason why she wanted me to go out tonight.

So when 10:00 pm hit, I put on my tight jeans and grabbed a shirt from my laundry pile (not a really good one because this club was mostly teenagers, so there wasn't a dress code) and then I got into my rust mobile and drove the few minutes there.

As was normal for this time of the year, there was no line up and no crowds inside. Even though I'm 27, I still get carded at this place, though I've been coming here so much since I quit my job that the bouncers know my face by now. Seeing one of them I knew working the door tonight, I waved high and walked in. I was even able to go past the metal detector. There was never really any danger of knives and guns at this club, but the new owner thought it made the place look more important and impressive.

Paying the entry fee, I went in and right to the bar where I got my drink. I had a bit of time to kill before Crystal arrived, so I just walked around the club, watching the teens group together and talk. This was suppose to be a 19 over club, but since it was so close to a few high schools, a lot of younger teens got in with fake ids, so its not a big shock when I hear these kids talking about their small exams and stupid school rules. That's one of the reasons why I didn't like coming here. I felt so old. Luckily, Crystal was only 2 years younger then me, so when I was her, I never felt to old.

I was on my second bottle when Crystal and her crew finally showed up. She was here with her sister, her sister's boyfriend, and... her own boyfriend. I couldn't believe that she had convinced him to come tonight, as he really hated coming out to this place. He had his hangouts, and she had hers. As close as they are together, they don't often hangout together. As soon as I saw Jim, I knew that I wouldn't get much of her attention tonight. She would be hanging over Jim, trying to keep him happy (and awake).

"Scott!" Crystal shouted when she saw me, and she came over and hugged me. She was looking hot tonight. She had on a pair of tight red leather pants, and a black bra underneath a mesh shirt. Her brown hair was loose tonight, hanging down to just bellow her neck. She stood only about 5'4", but her platforms made her a few inches taller, though still below me. As usual, the site of here made me want to take her in my arms and kiss those lips, and continue down until I reached her pussy, but that would never happen. She was just way to in love with her boyfriend.

I smiled and hugged her back, keeping my hands above her waist this time since Jim was watching. He wasn't the jealous type (which was a good thing because Crystal knew everyone and flirted with them), but there was no reason to tick him off. He's a nice guy after all, just not big on Crystal's friendliness outside of her place.

"Glad you made it," she said when we separated.

"You know I can't say no to you."

Crystal laughed and led me back to her group, where we all went upstairs to the smoking area. I don't smoke, but I hung out with them up there when I wasn't dancing.

"Hey Scott." Amy came over and hugged me as well.

"Hi Amy." Amy was Crystal's younger sister, a cute red head. She was taller than Crystal by a few inches, and was 5 years younger, having just turned 20. Amy was also hot, wearing tight black pants and a loose blue top. I could already see her red thong above her waistband. After a few drinks, Crystal's thong would probably also be showing.

While I never had a chance with Crystal, I may have had one with Amy, but since my eyes went to Crystal first, I didn't do anything about it. By the time I found out Crystal was taken, Amy had already lost interest for me.

"So what have you been up to Scott?" Amy asked as I followed her upstairs.

"Same old, same old. Looking for work and watching the t.v." I hated that question, because I never had anything to really say, so I always sounded negative. This had the usual affect of stopping conversation. Amy gave me that pity look before she went to greet other friends whom she just saw.

Up stairs we all sat down and conversations started as drinks went down. I spent most of the time watching everyone walk by, or watching the dance floor when something Crystal said caught my attention.

"Oh my god, is that whom I think it is?" She leapt from the sofa we were sitting on and ran into the crowd of smokers, her arms open wide for a hug. I couldn't see whom she was talking to, but it looked like another girl, shorter than Crystal, probably only 5'2". Crystal brought her over to introduce us, and that's when I realized who it was.

Of course I was surprised to see a famous musician in this lame club, but I shouldn't have been surprised to see that Crystal knew her. Crystal knew everyone, a fact that I often teased her about.

She introduced her to Jim first, and Amy said hi, apparently having already previously met her, and then to Amy's boyfriend. It flattered me that I was next, though this was probably because I was next in line.

"This is one of my good friends here, Scott. Scott, this is Avril." As in Avril Lavigne - the famous punk rock super star.

"Hey," she said without even looking at me. Her voice was a bit huskier then I would have expected for such a little thing. There was a smile on her face, and her baby blue eyes sparkled behind her long dirty blonde bangs, but she looked like she wasn't having that much fun.

"Hi," I replied back in the same tone. I like her songs, but I'm no groupee of hers. I would listen to her on the radio, and download some of her songs, but I'd never bought a C.D.

Although I was trying to stay cool and uncaring, I couldn't help keeping an eye on Avril. She wasn't dressed up in anything spectacular, like Crystal or Amy. She was just wearing a pair of camouflage pants and a white tank top, but she still looked hot. That was her style after all. Her clothes didn't do much to show off her figure, but those pants couldn't hide the fact that she must have a terrific ass. She didn't need tight pants to give the image of a tight ass. From what I've heard, she worked out often to stay in shape, even going rock climbing and surfing when she could. Her trademark bangs where covering most of her face, but I could still see her kohl lined, blue eyes taking in everything with an unconcerned gaze.

"So what brings you here tonight," someone asked when all the introductions where done.

The punk star just shrugged her shoulders and said, "I was in Toronto today and when I called Crystal, she told me to come here tonight to meet her boyfriend."

Jim, who wasn't too impressed with the fact that his girlfriend was friends with Avril Lavigne, shied in embarrassment at this. He wasn't much for the spotlight, and being the center of attention.

"Having fun so far?" Someone else asked.

"Yeah, I guess. Guys keep grabbing my ass though." As if that was an invitation, some guy palmed her tight cheeks as he walked past her.

"Hey, fuck off jerk!" she shouted to his back. "Fuck do I need a drink."

"Scott, you're running low, why don't you get another drink and one for Avril while you're up."

Was Crystal trying to set me up with Avril Lavigne? Since I was almost out of my vodka drink, and Avril didn't seem to mind me buying her drink, I nodded and got up. "What do you drink?" I asked Avril as I past her.

"What ever the fuck you have is good," she said without even bothering to look at me. "So long as it gets me fucking drunk and fast."

I went to the bar, a bit disappointed that she wasn't following me, and got the two drinks. In less than a minute, I was back with the group and gave Avril her drink. She said nothing as she took the bottle and started drinking. She had drained almost half of it before she finally stopped for air. I stayed around her instead of going back to my seat. Crystal stood on her other side, talking non-stop.

Aside from seeing Avril Lavigne here, this was turning out to be just another regular night. If you couldn't tell, I'm not much of a people person. I'm cool when I have Crystal all to myself, or if someone else starts a conversation with me, but I'm not good at starting something, because I always feel like the person I'm trying to talk to doesn't really want to talk to me.

When Crystal turned some of her charming attention back to her bored boyfriend, Avril turned to me. She was already almost done her drink, so I offered to buy her another. "Thanks," she said, giving me a genuine smile. I gulped the rest of mine down and came back with two more. While I had been gone, she had bummed a smoke from Crystal.

"These are good, and will eventually get me drunk, but I need something stronger," Avril said as I handed her the drink. I couldn't argue. I was on my fourth and only just starting to get hot. When the shooter girl came by, Avril stopped her. "This time it's on me." She purchased four tequila shots and passed two of them over to me. "Ready?" before I could answer, she swallowed hers, and I followed suit. She made a sour face and slammed the glass down. "Yeah, that's good."

Tequila never bothered me, so I was able to keep a straight face. I already had the second glass in hand and she was quick to pick up hers. "So, you're a pro eh?" We clinked and this time swallowed at the same time. Again I was able to keep my face straight, though I did laugh when she again made a sour look.

"I can see that you're going to be a challenge tonight." She was already starting to wobble the slightest bit.

"Wish I could kid, but I still have to drive home after this. And I've probably already had to much."

"Kid?" Her smile was gone and the badass punk star was back. "I'll show you who's a kid, and forget about driving home. You can share my limo. I'll even keep buying."

"Don't argue with her Scott, you'll never win," Crystal said, taking a break from making out with Jim.

Leaving my drink on the table, I accepted her offer. I knew I was in trouble though, because contrary to what I might have just said I'm not a competitive drinker. Luckily, Avril is a small girl, and from what I've heard, she can't really handle her drinks either. Avril ordered another round of shots, even getting one for Crystal (Jim refused) and all three of us went at the same time. This time I did cringe. I couldn't help it, I had to much straight tequila at once. I had to chase it down with my vodka drink.

Both Crystal and Avril burst out laughing at me. I didn't care. I joined them. I was getting pretty drunk now, and it was only a matter of minutes before the tequila really affected me.

"Now whose the kid, lightweight." Avril said to my face. She would have fallen straight down if I hadn't caught her. She blushed in embarrassment and she laughed again.

I laughed at that too and Crystal came over and gave me a hug. "See, I knew you two would be good together."

I didn't know if I heard her right. Maybe it was the drink, but did she just say Avril and myself were good together?

"Oh shit, there's Dave. If he finds me, he's going to pester me with stupid questions." Avril said when she saw one of the radio jockeys who host the parties this time of the week. "Come on Scott, Crystal says you're a good dancer."

I must be pretty drunk for this mouse of a girl to grab my wrist and easily pull me to my feet. She lead me past the groups of people, keeping her head down so people didn't recognize her. Since this was an r&b and house crowd, there wasn't much chance of that happening, but she was still recognizable from her videos and the papers and magazines.

We made it down to the floor without any incident, and without Dave seeing us. Crystal and Amy soon joined us. Amy's boyfriend came along, but Jim stayed upstairs. Crystal lead us to the floor, and Avril pulled me along. She had yet to release my wrist.

On the floor we went to Crystal's usual spot and we started dancing. Amy was moving and shaking her ass, while her boyfriend basically stood in one spot and just smiled at Amy. Crystal wasn't as loose as Amy, but she still had good moves. Avril was a similar dancer. This not being her type of music, she just moved her hips and spun around, laughing and having fun, occasionally moving close to Amy or Crystal, and the girls would dance seductively together. Somewhere in a part of my brain I realized that this was the real Avril Lavigne, the teenage girl that no one ever really saw because of her punk star image.

When the music changed from house to dance I let myself go. This was one of my favorite club songs and I knew how to dance. Crystal knew I had the moves for dance songs, as opposed to the house and r&b that they usually played, so she was encouraging me as I moved over the floor, my legs like jell-o, and my hips shaking. Avril backed a few steps away from me and started cheering.

"Holy shit, he is good. I figured you were just playing him up, but I see now that you didn't do him justice."

Crystal was also cheering me on, and this encouraged me to go harder. Some looser tried to match me, taking a spot beside me and copying my moves, so I switched up and my fancy foot twists and hand flips had him falling on his face.

There are only two ways that I can really bust a move on the floor. When I'm in competition with someone who thinks they can outdo me, and when I'm trying to impress a girl. Now I'll be the first to admit, I'd lost a bit of it as I got older, my body not able to bend as much as it used to, and I didn't have as much energy as when I was in University, but that's what the drinks and my friends where for. Soon enough I had a circle formed around me, and I had them all cheering me. I had to put my drink down when I started using my hands, kicking out the fancy moves. Avril went wild, cheering me on now.

Now I might have been having fun, and making myself look good, but as I watched Avril, I realized that I was missing out on a golden opportunity. This may be a good song for showing off, but it made an even better booty song. So passing the circle over to someone else, I moved over to Avril and slid my hands around her waist.

"Finally drunk?" She teased me.

"Maybe. Or maybe I finally smartened up."

I pressed my crotch into hers and our hips started swiveling together. This still wasn't a slow song, so we kept it fast. Our feet were gliding over the floor and my hands roamed over her body, especially her tight ass, and she sat on my left thigh, her pussy grinding in. When the music changed to salsa, I held her hand and spun her around the floor.

Now I might not be a popular guy here, but I'm pretty well known. This was mostly for being a loner, but only recently for hanging out with Crystal. So when more of the locals saw me having this good of a time with a girl on the floor, they started cheering me on. Even the bouncers where clapping for me.

When the song finished, and I was able to register all this sudden attention, I fell back into old routines. I'm not shy, but I'm the type who gets nervous in crowds and I don't like too much attention. Apparently Avril was feeling the same, so we slipped off the dance floor. Crystal came with us back upstairs and we picked up our drinks that we had forgotten.

"That was great Scott," Avril said. She pushed me down onto the leather couch and fell onto my lap. "You are an incredible dancer. If I had background dancers, I'd get you in my band."

"If you had background dancers, then you would be Britney Spears." I said laughing.

Avril, however, did not find that funny and she socked me in the head. The room spun for a second before I heard her again. She had gotten off my lap to yell at me. "Don't you ever compare me to that bimbo again."

"Okay, okay," I said, trying to get the room to stop moving. "I'm sorry, I was just teasing."

She sat back down on my lap and her smile returned. "Just remember. The next time it won't be your head I hit. At least, not that one."

"Ohhh!" Crystal gasped and laughed.

I almost gagged on my drink as I got what she meant. "I think I need another shot."

"Really? That idea turns you on or something?" Avril said through a laugh.

"Not that kind of shot!" I quickly said and waved for the shooter girl. This time Crystal bought them and we all three drank at once.

"Okay folks, where getting ready for the Wet T-Shirt contest." The music had stopped and Dave, the radio host, announced. "We just need four girls to volunteer."

I looked over at Avril and her frown returned. "Oh no. You're not getting me up there. Those pictures would be on the net before the contest was over." I couldn't help laughing and I gave her ass a good-natured smack. "Besides, I'm to comfortable here." With that she snuggled into me a bit closer and looked me in the eyes.

She could have kissed me then herself, but I could see that she wanted me to make the first move. So I did. I didn't close my eyes until I saw her close, and our faces moved closer until our lips touched. Then she slipped her tongue into my mouth and I did the same to her. We stayed like that for at least a minute, before we broke for air. I used both hands to brush her bangs away from her face so I could see her face. Our eyes locked and I could see more than just lust burning in hers. She licked her lips and that was all I needed to see before I leaned back in and we were kissing again.

Our first kiss was special and would be something to remember forever, but with it out of the way we could be wilder. I moved my hands over her body my left brushing through her hair while my right found her breasts. I could feel the bras she wore underneath her top, and it was designed to not only support, but to crush, making her breasts appear smaller underneath her clothes. I didn't care, I still crushed them under my hands. My left hand left her hair to fondle her ass, and she broke our kiss again to gasp in pleasure. I used that moment to move my lips to her neck.

Crystal had to stop us, as we were again drawing attention to ourselves. "Am I going to have to hose you two down?" she giggled.

"Wow," Avril said, her face alight with wonder as she looked down at me.

"Woe," was the only thing that I could say.

"Like I said, you two are a good match." Crystal once again pulled Avril into a conversation, and the two girls started talking and giggling together. Crystal had moved back to her own chair, but Avril stayed on my lap, though she had turned around so that she talk face to face with Crystal.

This was actually better on my legs, but because of the bonner I was sporting, I had to wiggle around beneath her. She didn't seem to mind, especially when I positioned myself so that my hard cock was poking her in her ass instead of being crushed to the chair. She never turned to acknowledge it, but I could feel her equally squirming to get my cock even closer to her. At this moment I really wished that she were wearing a skirt.

Things kept going like this for the next fifteen minutes when the stage was lit up again. The wet t-shirt contest was starting. We could see everything that was going on from where we sat, so we didn't have to move. There were actually a couple hot girls on stage tonight, and one of them even had a nice rack.

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tagCelebritiesStar Trek TNG: FireBlood Liqueur

Star Trek TNG: FireBlood Liqueur

byNigel Debonnaire©

Stardate 43640, Third season of ST Next Generation, between "Yesterday's Enterprise" and "The Offspring"

The stars sailed by. Worf sat at his usual table in Ten-Forward, watching them, as he digested the briefing Guinan gave the Command Crew about the Alternate Time encounter with the Enterprise C. He would have liked to see his old friend Tasha Yar again, and he could understand how the Klingon Empire and the Federation would be locked in Interstellar War. Given the right circumstances, it could still happen. Peace was better for both the Federation and the Klingon Empire. He had never served on a Klingon vessel, but his curiosity occasionally led him to imagine himself in command of other Klingons.

Guinan came over, bringing a glass of prune juice. He smiled and accepted it gratefully, giving her due reverence for bringing him a warrior's drink. She bowed in ritual response to his appreciation. "You drink alone again tonight," she said with a glint in her eye.

"Yes, it is a necessity, as I told you before."

"If you have no objection, I would like to join you."

Worf was taken aback by the request, then indicated the other chair at the table gracefully. "Of course, please join me."

She sat across from him, holding another glass of an amber liquid. They sat in silence for several moments, sipping their drinks: he with glacial solemnity and she with contained excitement. After a few moments, Worf asked: "Are you not needed at the bar?"

"This is my night off. Jason is tending the bar now, and C'rrik takes over in a couple of hours for the rest of the Nightwatch."

"Oh. But it does not make sense you would be here off duty."

Guinan took a tentative sip of her drink. "I was hoping to run into someone."

Nodding, Worf took another sip of the thick fruit juice. Its taste lingered on his tongue, and he regarded her with confusion. "And how soon do you hope this 'someone' will arrive?"

"Oh, he's here, he's here," she smiled, and sipped her drink again.

It took a few moments before realization dawned. "Oh, you were hoping to see me?"

"At last."

The stars continued their journey past the portal, and Worf regarded his companion. She was wearing a green outfit that draped her form from top to mid calf, with a portal that revealed her hairless face. Her dark eyes shone, and her fingers were trembling as she held her drink. Her mouth was pursed in a Mona Lisa smile.

Worf leaned back trying to understand. He was raised on Earth by the Ruschenko family, had attended school with its array of social activities, gone to Starfleet Academy, and accepted a Commission. Humans had always accepted his company, although some of them were uncomfortable with an alien of a recently hostile species. The social events he attended were awkward experiences that he ended as quickly as honor permitted, and the few times a human female approached him, he retreated quickly. He knew from the experience of his friends about dating and romantic encounters between humans, but as a Klingon he was genetically unable to understand them.

Once at the Academy, he viewed a pornographic video of humans and Klingons, but the dishonor the participants submitted to haunted rather than aroused him. He knew the ways of Klingon love, but K'Ehlayr was the only partner, and she refused to complete the ritual of mating. Dishonor haunted his memory, and he had never sought out another while on Shore Leave or on the Holodeck since.

"Penny for your thoughts," Guinan interrupted.

"I was remembering many things," he replied somberly

Another pause. "Good memories?"

"No, I'm afraid not."

"Then we must turn your focus another direction. How's your drink?"

He turned his glass to regard its rich, dark color in the light. "Excellent, as usual. I am indebted to you for introducing me to this warrior's beverage."

"Have you thought of trying a variation?"

Scoffing, he shook his head. "This drink is too perfect to weaken by addition."

"Perhaps you'd like to try what I'm drinking."

The liquid in Guinan's glass seemed to glow with a deep scarlet light. Occasionally, a sparkle would flit from one side of the vessel to the other. As Guinan sipped it, the spark would travel from the glass to her eyes. "What are you drinking?" he asked.

"It's a mixed drink: prune juice and ngemqul'Iw."

Worf almost spat out his drink as he set his glass down quickly on the table. "Ngemqul'Iw? FireBlood liqueur from the Imperial Forest on Qo'nos? I thought it was forbidden to export ngemqul'Iw outside the Empire."

"It is, it is, but I have some. Are you interested?"

"I am amazed. This liqueur is the most famous of all Klingon beverages, used ritually for important state occasions and rarely presented as a gift for services rendered the Empire in extreme circumstances. Did you acquire this honorably?"

She nodded. "You do not need to know the story, but I received it as a gift from the High Council. I have several bottles."

"I must know the story."

"Someday I may be able to tell of you. In the meantime, would you be interested in trying some?"

He shook his head again in disbelief. "I am overwhelmed. Of course I would be interested. But surely this is not something kept behind the bar."

"No, I keep this in my quarters."

"But I do not understand: this liqueur is toxic to humans, as is Klingon tea. Is there an antidote to this for humans as well?"

She winked at him and stood, beckoning him to accompany her. "Who said I was human?"

Guinan's heart was pounding as she walked through the corridors with Worf. He towered over her, taking broad strides she could barely keep up. In her long life, she had known many different races and her sexual experience was extensive, but she never had sex with a Klingon before. Her adventures in the Empire a couple of centuries before had brought her into close contact with Klingon culture, and glimpses of Klingon male anatomy made her glands moist, but her invitations were always dismissed immediately. Here was a different Klingon: immeshed in human society, alone and without a mate.

Klingons weren't like Vulcans. Abstinence weakened their resolve for combat over time, and a warrior apart from his mate was not trusted by his comrades. After battle, warriors who lost mates were temporarily paired with naq latlh to maintain their status and honor. Guinan had been watching Worf since K'Ehlayr left the Enterprise, and he was clearly fraying around the edges.

She threw a glance to his midsection. Klingon males averaged fifteen inch protuberances below the waist, and if she was lucky, he could give her something she hadn't experienced for three hundred years.

A couple of hours later, they were sitting across from each other in Guinan's quarters, rocking with glee. After a few drinks, Worf loosened up: laughing and joining her in a series of bawdy songs from around the cosmos she taught him, competing with the computer playback for volume and jocularity. Fortunately, residence quarters in Starships were heavily soundproofed, so nothing disturbed her neighbors on either side, above or below.

Guinan's cocktail of prune juice and Klingon liqueur was simplicity in itself. It took a couple of drops to transform the deep purple juice into sparkling scarlet liquid, and she thought a twist of Terran Blood Orange added a something special, although he wasn't as enthusiastic about the addition.

They had just completed a Ferengi drinking song, Your Mother Wore a Circus Tent the Day You Were Born, and Guinan decided it was time to act. Worf was swaying slightly after nine drinks, his eyes reeling trying to focus on different items in the room, his fingers were jerking spasmotically. "So, it seems you enjoy drinking with others after all," she began.

He giggled like a human girl. "Y-y-yes, I th-think so. You're unlike any human I've every met."

She landed heavily on his lap, pelvis to pelvis. "Like I said, what makes you think I'm human?"

"All right, y-you're not human." She ground her crotch into his, making the warrior's lance start preparations for battle. He closed his eyes and his head weaved back and forth before stopping abruptly. "Why are you doing this?"

She smiled. "'Cause subtle doesn't work with Klingons."

He shook his head several times and tried to push her away weakly. "You shouldn't do this. Y-y-you're not strong enough f-f-for a Kl-ingon male."

She gripped him fiercely with her legs, successfully resisting his attempt to free himself. "Let me be the judge of that," she purred. "I've fought more dangerous things than you before."

"No, no, no, stop." He sagged and tried to rise again, vainly.

"Don't?" She smirked.

"Don't," he echoed, "stop, stop, stop."

She smiled wickedly. "Don't stop stop stop? All right, I won't." Leaping to her feet, she bounced over her couch and ravished him with her eyes. Running to the replicator, she produced a set of porcelain places and cups. "I think it's time to hear some Klingon love poetry," she yelled, throwing a plate at his head.

Worf ducked awkwardly and rolled off the couch. Another plate shattered on the wall next to him, just missing. Dr. Pulaski must have talked about Klingon mating rituals with everyone on the ship: especially about the tradition of a female throwing things at a suitor while he recited love poetry and ducked. He reeled a little trying to stand. "Won't you knock over the drinks?"

"I have better aim than that," she said, bouncing a cup off his head. "Start reciting."

"The night glows

with the fire of a warrior's heart.

Your teeth at like batlef blades

tear my flesh

in sweet agony. . ."

He ducked as a plate passed directly over his head to shatter on the wall. "Not good enough," she shouted, "not good enough. I've heard more romantic Klingon poetry in Ferengi porn videos."

Chasing him around the room, she drove him toward the viewportal. A nebula was framed in the view, a wonderful sight that almost distracted her purpose. The colors of red, blue and gold lured her to contemplate their wonder, but her glands were savoring the anticipation of a Klingon invasion. Three plates crashed against the pane: windows built to withstand meteors were untouched by fragile crockery. Worf's eyes took on a hunted look as he tried again.

"Dark warrior wife of Qo'nos,

sheath the warrior's sword

before the night of battle.

My blade of expectation

longs to death-thrust

your tonsils. . ."

Another plate hit his head, knocking him backward to slump down. He recovered just in time to dodge another. "That was even worse, Worf," she cried, "you can do better than that."

He scrambled to his feet to run behind the bar. Yes, it was dishonorable to use an obstacle in combat, but he didn't expect this attack when he came to Guinan's apartment. Peeking up, he ducked down just in time to avoid another projectile that just missed his brow. It seemed she would never stop chasing him.

His blood was singing in his veins, fired by the Klingon liqueur, and his mind raced for a poem. The strain below his waist was growing tighter, and he was tempted to loosen his trousers, then he stopped. He could hurt her badly; he had to fight the lust rising within him. She was pushing his buttons relentlessly.

She came around the side of the bar, and smashed a plate straight down on his head. He fell back, looking up at her confused and dazed, before he began:

""

Her eyes took on a dreamy look. A plate was held in front of her and she rotated it for a moment as she savored the verses. "Wow, that's amazing. Elizabeth Barrett Browning was the last person I expected to hear. Where did you learn that?"

He sat up on his elbows, breathing heavily. "At school, back on Earth. I loved English poetry: Shakespeare, Milton, Poe."

"Poe wasn't English, but that's beside the point," she said, "Elizabeth was a friend of mine. It took me forever to persuade her to run away with Robert. Best thing she ever did."

"You knew Elizabeth Barrett Browning?"

Stopping suddenly, she looked aside for a moment. "You don't need to hear more about that. And I don't need to hear more. It's time." She dove on top of him and started tearing his uniform off.

Worf didn't need to think as Guinan landed on top of him, tearing at his clothes. Instinct took over.He responded to her attack by ripping her tunic off, leaving it in shreds. Her body was voluptuous and curvy like a Klingon woman's, with long, heavy breasts and rounded hips. Her body was entirely hairless, with a complex of diagonal tattoos all over her scalp. Her feet had six webbed toes each. Her long fingers were surprisingly strong, and her long fingernails grazed his skin.

After their clothes disintegrated, she fell full length on top of him, her right knee between his legs, and her teeth clenching his right earlobe. He pushed her back, digging into her sides until she sat up for him to clasp her breasts. Her aurolaes were large and deep purple against her chocolate skin, the nubs hard and thick. Grasping her breasts and squeezing, he lifted her up as his nails dug in.

Her face was tense and her eyes closed as she submitted momentarily to his touch. His erection climbed her leg: he was twenty one inches fully aroused, and Guinan smiled as the head of the monster pulsed toward her moist slit. Then she put her arms inside his and pushed his hands off her breasts as she fell on him again, kissing him fiercely and invading his mouth with her tongue.

Worf's head was spinning a different direction than before, lost in pheremones as he grappled the wildcat on top of him. He stayed in control as a small voice inside him commanded: "Careful, careful." To aid his compassionate side, he flipped them over, landing heavily on top of her, holding her arms over her head as he kissed her neck down toward her breasts.

Sighs and moans escaped her mouth as he moved down toward her chest and out to her right nipple. Her resistance stopped as suddenly as his mouth found its goal, chewing gently on the hard distended flesh. "Harder, harder," she groaned, and his control started to slip again. Her knee ground into his groin: she discovered like most Klingons he had three orbs the size of ancient pool balls in his nutsack slightly harder than human testicles. His member twitched against her leg as she worked her kneecap against his balls.

He moved from one nipple to the other slickly, and she groaned loudly as he attacked her other hard bud. His left hand began to knead her right breast and she responded by rotating her hips and twisting her knee into his groin. In a minute, her breathing grew hard and raspy, accelerating until she howled like a targ for three minutes. Her body quivered and shook beneath him, and when she pushed away he submitted and lay back on his back as she recovered from her orgasm.

After she caught her breath, she raised up on her elbow and looked down on him. Her body was oozing red in several places, but she felt vibrant. "Worf, you are full of surprises."

He looked at her beaming face. "Guinan, I should say I am surprised as well. I never imagined any human woman could make love like that."

She rolled up and dug her elbow in his solar plexus. "As I keep telling you, I'm not human."

"All right, all right. I'm glad I could please you."

Shaking her head, she grasped his impossibly long space serpent. "This is not over yet, Worf. I have some business here that's going to take quite a while. I hope you live up to your race's reputation for stamina."

The taste of Klingon precum tasted like Antarean gwik fruit or Terran hummus to her tongue, but after ten minutes of oral persuasion, Guinan was puzzled. He was clearly enjoying how her mouth moved on his corona, and she was able to get twelve inches of it down her throat, but it seemed like she wasn't making progress toward making him ejaculate in the foreseeable future. She knew Klingons weren't like the males of Gothmar who could take hours of stimulation before ejaculating. Glancing at his face, his eyes were closed and his breathing heavy, but he was floating in the shallows rather than rushing toward the waterfall.

Pulling off, she jerked him several times wondering what she was forgetting. The spongy head was twice as large as a human's, and shone greenly as she explored the crevasses with her nails. An accidental scrape brought an unexpected response, and she slapped his balls experimentally. With this information, she took him in her mouth again, leaving her teeth uncovered, and slapped his orbs with her hand. Worf responded to this treatment eagerly, and Guinan squeezed his right lower nipple hard with her nails as her left hand smacked his testicles and chewed his cock. Turning, she sat on his face and was rewarded by a frantic mouth that worried her snatch like a starving Mendellian bullhound. Too soon he sent ropes of steaming nectar into her mouth that overflowed down her chin, her breasts and onto his stomach.

She squeezed his balls with all her strength to get every bit of fluid out of them. He continued to maul her clitorises until she spun into the orgasm dimension once again. When the shaking stopped, she gentled licked every bit of ambrosia from his hot skin as he repaid the favor.

The universe spun back into focus for Worf. Guinan was resting just inside his arm against him, her eyes closed and her breathing soft and regular. Her hand was still on his penis, stroking it as it stayed erect. His brow furrowed; there was no way she could match a Klingon's woman stamina and he would have to find some way to complete his satisfaction. Perhaps a holodeck program would be amenable: he knew some of the crew had brothels programmed in the data banks. All he'd have to do is disable the safeties.

"Thinking of going somewhere, big boy?" purred a silken voice in his ear.

"Guinan. I thought you were asleep."

"No, just thinking about the next–exercise."

"But surely you're tired by now. Truly, what you've accomplished this evening is beyond what I could have hoped for. . ."

"Worf, I've lived among Klingons and I know about your reproductive biology. Human men and women usually have to rest thirty to forty minutes after orgasm, especially males, unless they're Wesley Crusher's age."

"But, but, but. . ."

"As the humans say, 'but me no buts'. I keep telling you, I'm not human. You're ready to continue and so am I."

"But, but, but. . ."

"Climb aboard me just like you would any Klingon woman." She reached up and bit his ear hard.

He turned over and started to force his way in. She resisted him, clawing at his face and digging her fingernails into his shoulder, trying to keep her legs together against his intrusion. His blood began to sing in his ears as he inserted himself. Her lower anatomy was different than Klingon: two clitorises were on either end of her slit and her vagina pulled him in eagerly. She kept struggling against him, raking with her nails and nipping at any flesh close to her face. He expected to find the limit half way in, but soon another entrance welcomed his intrusion. Soon, he was all the way in, and milked as never before.

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Chapter One: Mary and Dan

I take vacations—by myself—to relax. My job in TV news is stressful on the calmest days. Plus, having recently turned forty, I know the station is always looking for a cute, young thing right out of college to take my place that they can pay minimum wage to. So I'm constantly having to prove myself and keep myself in decent shape. I've done alright with all that so far, allowing myself to unwind a little on vacation.

This summer I chose to head for the trees and lakes of northern Wisconsin. I did my homework online and found a log cabin resort that appeared to have everything I wanted: seclusion; woods; lakes; and, about a half dozen cabins, meaning there would at least be other people to interact with if the mood struck me.

Two days of driving got me to the resort in the middle of the afternoon of the second day. Just getting out of the car convinced me I had made the right choice. It was considerably cooler than back home and the only noise I heard was that of my shoes on the gravel of the parking lot in front of the office.

I checked in and was happy to hear my cabin was waiting for me. The owner directed me to a central parking area which put me within easy walking distance to my cabin. That walk was the beginning of what would prove to be an eventful week. The woods got denser and denser as I neared my two bedroom log cabin, which turned out to be even prettier than the pictures on the website.

A small front porch that ran along the entire length of the cabin was only a tease of what I found once I got inside and started exploring. As soon as I put my bags down, I stepped out onto a magnificent deck in the back that offered a view through the trees of a huge, crystal clear lake. I was in heaven already before even checking out the bedrooms, living room, kitchen and eating area.

Then I noticed the loft and decided I might never leave. This would work.

It took an hour to unpack and organize, only because I'm a woman. It was only going to be few days in this wonderful wilderness, but I packed every conceivable weight of clothing knowing that it would be cold at nights and either warm or cool during the day, depending on whether I was in the woods or on the lake or in town or whatever. I had a swimming suit, shorts, t-shirts, sweatshirts, sweaters and heavy coats. I had it all.

My first task, I decided, was to go buy food to cook. I had noticed a grill on the back deck and the kitchen was as good as mine at home, so the range of options in food I could get was endless. That took another hour after a short drive into the nearest town, which was technically called a village where I came from.

Upon arriving back at the parking lot for the cabin, I had my first brief encounter with the neighbors as I unloaded the car.

"Can we help?" I heard a man ask while I pulled plastic grocery bags out of the trunk.

I turned and saw a man and his wife behind me. Or, at least, I assumed they were man and wife but the first impression I had was that she was fairly younger than him. He looked to be around fifty, and the woman was no older than me, if not younger.

"Oh, no, that's alright," I began to say, but they were approaching me with every intent of making sure it only took one trip to get everything.

"Here. We'll get those," the man said as I stepped aside. He and his wife split the last few bags between them and I slammed the trunk closed.

"Thanks," I said as we began the walk to the cabin. "You must think I'm cooking for a whole family, but it's just me."

"How long are you staying?" he asked.

"A few more days," I replied.

His wife said, "We've been here two days already and have a week left. It's so beautiful."

"I agree, and I haven't really looked around much," I said.

I managed to unlock the cabin and the three of us placed the bags on tables and counters in the kitchen and eating area.

"Thank you so much," I said. "My name's Charlotte, by the way."

They introduced themselves as Mary and Dan and I had a better chance to look at them up close. Dan was certainly a nice-looking man, but Mary was truly stunning. She had short, fly-away blonde hair that I would have killed for, gorgeous facial features, and a tall frame that was proportionally well filled out. She was just extremely cute.

"Would you like to come over tonight sometime after dinner and sit on the deck with us?" Mary asked after the introductions were complete. "The bar is well stocked."

I didn't need to know the bar was stocked to quickly accept the offer. They seemed like really fun people from the short conversation we had and they could probably give me some hints on what to do in the area, as well. We set a time, they made sure I knew which cabin was theirs, and they left. The week was starting off just fine.

The sun was sinking by the time I was ready to head over to the 'party' and it was getting cooler. I threw on a sweatshirt and jeans, matching the casualness of what Mary and Dan wore when I met them. I felt guilty not taking anything, but they had insisted.

It was a short walk along an eerily quiet trail from my cabin to theirs. I saw the glow from a fire in a fire pit as I approached and the smell of the smoke permeated the woods around me. This was exactly what I went on vacation for and now I only hoped that my new friends were as nice as they initially seemed to be. If not, there were other cabins with residents I hadn't met yet.

I was glad to see I had not underdressed. Mary and Dan were just as laid-back as myself and I eagerly climbed the deck steps to join them. I accepted Mary's offer for wine and we sat in chairs overlooking the lake.

Clearly, Mary was the extrovert of the two. Dan was attentive, but rarely entered into the conversation, choosing instead to listen and add a comment when prompted to. I mentally had already pegged him as a senior vice president somewhere and Mary as a corporate marketing person. I was certain that the talk would get around to jobs eventually.

For now, we concentrated on the cabins, the lake, and what Mary and Dan knew of the people in the other cabins.

"There are two guys in the next cabin over," she said, tilting her head in that direction. "Don't know their names yet. They fish almost all day. But I've seen their boat and it's huge. It's more like a catamaran than a regular fishing boat. I'd love to go out on it."

"But are the guys cute?" I asked with a smile.

"Oh, yeah. Kind of young, though," Mary said.

Dan never flinched. I began to think he was used to Mary's commentary.

That led the conversation into me having to admit I was divorced, although by my own accord, and the not totally surprising declaration that Mary was Dan's second wife.

Finally, we talked jobs and they were interested in hearing what it was like to be on TV. I am proud to say I correctly guessed Dan's job exactly, but Mary turned out to work for a public relations firm. I considered that a near miss.

It was dark before Mary offered to show me their cabin, which was the next size larger than the one I had reserved. She was a good tour guide and probably missed her calling in real estate. We were becoming very comfortable around each other, which, unbeknownst to me, was part of a much larger plan that Mary and Dan had for me.

By the time the tour was nearing completion, I was feeling a bizarre magnetism toward Mary like no other woman I'd ever known for such a short period of time. I meet tons of people in my job, but she was unique. It wasn't just a physical attraction to her natural beauty, but a bonding of some type I couldn't explain.

We were in the loft, surrounded by soft chairs and a couch, looking down into the living area with its big stone fireplace, when we stopped and I felt Mary's hand on my forearm.

"We really appreciate you coming over tonight on such short notice, Charlotte," she said. "Dan thinks you are very cute and I have to agree."

Her hand swept across my shoulder-length blonde hair and a shiver went down my spine.

"I have a favor to ask, if you don't mind," Mary said quietly.

"What's that?" I replied.

"Kiss me."

I desperately wanted to, but my mind forced me to speak first.

"Mary, I'm not...you know...I'm not...," I stammered.

"I'm not either," Mary interrupted. "Just kiss me."

She was a couple inches taller than me and when she leaned forward, it was as if I had nowhere to escape. Or I didn't want to.

Her mouth touched mine and her hands were on my arms. I felt her tongue on my lips. I instinctively turned my head a little and our tongues met. Within seconds, the kiss intensified and my hands reached out for her. My first sensuous kiss with another woman made my knees weak the longer it lasted. My hands went up to her soft hair and Mary's arms wrapped themselves around me. The feeling of her body against mine only deepened my appeal for her.

It lasted maybe a minute. It seemed like an hour to me, with all the thoughts and feelings rushing through my mind and body. I could hardly breathe when we finished.

Then I looked down and saw him: Dan was below, looking straight up at us. His hand was on his crotch. Mary felt my body go tense.

"It's OK, Charlotte. It's what we want. Kiss me again. Please," Mary begged.

I obeyed. It was just as long; just as wonderful. My pussy grew damper by the second and I cursed myself for it.

"I have one more request," Mary said in a near whisper.

I looked at her, acknowledging her with only my eyes.

"Make love to me...while Dan watches. It's the only way he can...I mean, he can't...we haven't had sex in over a year," Mary tried to explain. "Maybe this will help, Charlotte. Do it for us, please."

My hesitation was obvious. She gave me a minute to take in everything she had said. Then her hands slid inside my sweatshirt, onto my bare stomach. Her fingers were like magic against my skin.

"Just this once," Mary pleaded softly.

I nodded.

She smiled and kissed me harder than before, letting her hands rise to the bottom of my breasts and I was never so thankful that I had not worn a bra. She covered my tits with her palms and massaged them. I grabbed her by the ass and pulled her closer. There were times I wasn't sure I had any idea what I was doing. My body was just reacting and I was a passenger with no control.

When my eyes opened, Dan was nearly to the top of the steps coming up to the loft. Mary and I watched him sit in a nearby chair, with a very noticeable bulge in his jeans.

"Thank you, Charlotte," Mary told me. "You won't regret this."

I should probably explain what appeared to be such a hasty acceptance of Mary and Dan's appeal. One of the little pleasures I get out of being in TV news is a peculiar sense of voyeurism almost every time I'm on. I know people are looking at me, men in particular. I think I have a pretty decent body and more than ample breasts. Having guys watch me has always been in the back of my mind during my career. I enjoy it.

To be able to act as sexual therapist for Mary and Dan and, in real time, have a man watch me having sex—even though it was with his wife—made my decision much easier. I had mentally been preparing to show myself to a man for a long time. The fact Mary was so sexy made it even easier.

Luckily for me, Mary took charge. She resumed her fondling of my tits, pulling on the nipples under my sweatshirt and joyfully watching my face show all the pleasure I was getting out of it. At the same time she began to lift the sweatshirt, Dan began to open his pants. When Mary was leaning down to lick one of my tits, Dan was pulling out his cock. I didn't' know who to watch. My eyes flew back and forth between the man and his wife, each view offering me a great turn-on.

Mary started to lift my sweatshirt with the clear intention of taking it off and my heart pounded faster. I couldn't help but look over at Dan and gaze at him pulling on his long, hard cock. He had pushed his jeans and underwear down to the middle of his thighs. Whatever issues Mary was hinting at that her husband had, they were apparently solved by watching me get topless because I couldn't remember seeing a larger erection in my entire life. At least, not in person.

Mary spent a few moments sucking and licking my tits, much to my delight. I wondered why no man knew how to do such a simple thing in the same erotic fashion that Mary did. Flashes of ecstasy flowed straight to my pussy every time her tongue hit my sensitive nipples or she bit them with just the right amount of force.

Not until I moaned out loud did she begin to lick her way down my body, past my navel and to the top of my jeans. Kneeling in front of me, she opened my pants and pulled down on my panties to give her access nearly to my clit. She licked me, and then little-by-little tugged on my jeans and panties until they were half way down my hips and ass.

She might have been putting on a show for Dan, teasing him with a few inches of my skin at a time. I just wanted her to finish and, hopefully, apply her wonderful tongue techniques to my pussy. It was certainly working for Dan, though. The head of his massive cock was turning pink and the veins bulged up and down the shaft.

Slowly, Mary got me naked. I stepped out of my shoes, jeans and panties with her assistance and the feeling I had was indescribable. My pussy throbbed with anticipation. But as much as I wanted Mary to make me cum, I also wanted to do the same to her. I desired to see her naked and an hour earlier the possibility of it would have never crossed my mind.

When I saw her face draw near to me, I wasn't sure I could stand up by myself. I spread my feet apart without her even having to ask. Mary put her hands on the outside of my legs and leaned in. Then I felt it. Her mouth was on my pussy. She kissed me. All over.

I closed my eyes and felt my body shake. I actually gasped out loud when her tongue first touched me. It was under me, searching for the opening where my sweet juices were already leaking out. She found it and I gripped the top of her head as she pushed the tongue inside me.

"Oh my God, Mary," I whispered.

She probed me over and over with that wonderful, wet tongue. I pulled her closer. She inserted it into me even further. Mary was fucking me with her tongue and I was making indiscernible noises of joy that I'd never made during sex with a man.

I swore it couldn't get any better...until she moved up to my clit. First, her lips surrounded it. Then she sucked it into her mouth. Then her tongue attacked it and I cried out, "Yes, Mary. Oh fuck, yes! Yes!"

That's when it struck me that I was about to cum, with a woman I'd only met that day assaulting my clit and a man I didn't know masturbating as he watched. Of course, that only added to the explosive climax that caused my squeals to echo throughout the cabin. I shook from head to toe as I came, Mary holding me by the ass to apply as much pressure as she could to my clit. Then I came again. Waves of pleasure collected at my pussy and were released by Mary's delightful tongue. It was without a doubt the best series of orgasms I'd ever had.

I had to beg Mary to stop. She stood in front of me and kissed me, my own juices still wet on her lips.

"I want to make you cum," I whispered into her ear.

Mary responded, "I'm going to face Dan. Stand behind me and strip me in front of him."

I would have done anything for her at that point, after what she'd just done to me. So I gladly stood behind her and moved my hands inside her shirt. I felt her bra and removed the shirt while Dan watched and stroked his still very hard cock. Before taking off the bra, I let my fingers slide inside it and caress her luscious tits. They were so firm for her age, and maybe a little bit smaller than mine. But they felt wonderful.

I leisurely unhooked Mary's bra and teased her husband as much as I could by taking it off slowly. His eyes never left her tits, especially when I squeezed them and rolled the nipples between my fingers.

I let one hand travel down her body and inside her jeans. Then I unbuttoned them and pulled down the zipper, giving me more space to again insert my hand and seek out her pussy. Mary leaned her head back when I stroked her clit and I kissed her neck.

I took off her jeans first, leaving her in just her tiny panties. For a couple minutes I let my hands wander all over her pussy and ass and thighs. I could feel the wetness accumulating in her panties.

I removed the panties slowly, rubbing her clit once it was exposed before getting Mary naked.

Whatever problem Dan had with Mary in the past was not evident to me now. He was as hard as a rock and seemingly ready to cum at any time.

I wasn't sure what they wanted, so I took a chance.

"Help me, Dan," I said to him. "Help me make Mary cum. Fuck her while I hold her."

He was out of the chair almost before I finished. His rigid cock sprung out from between his legs and I knew if we acted quickly, he'd be fine.

"Put that beautiful cock inside her," I said. "Now!"

Mary became the center of a sandwich with me behind her and Dan swiftly closing in from in front. He put his cock in place and even I was surprised with the swiftness with which he was ready.

"Ahhhhhh, yes! Oh Dan. Yes!" Mary cried out as the cock was driven deep inside her pussy.

I instantly reached up for her tits and pinched her nipples tightly. She gasped partly because of that and partly at the force with which her husband was now fucking her. I let him hold her by the ass and I felt his knuckles on my own pussy. To say the whole scene was erotic was a gross understatement.

Soon, I was rubbing her clit, feeling Dan's wet cock sliding in and out of her the entire time. Mary's little yelps of delight increased in intensity as she came closer and closer to cumming. But it was Dan I was most interested in. Would this 'treatment' be enough to bring back whatever he was missing before?

The answer was better than I expected.

Simultaneously, they announced that they were about to cum. They urged each other on and I joined in, pressing harder and harder on Mary's clit.

Then they came in prolonged mutual moans and groans, Dan's hands nearly making me cum again in the process as he clung to Mary's ass and I held onto her from behind.

Even my heart was pounding at the end, feeling and hearing the obvious pleasure they had cumming together for what was apparently the first time in ages. It was an evening I would never forget.

Chapter Two: Mark and Doug

Mary and I sat on the deck of my cabin the next morning. I learned a little more about her and Dan's struggles to save their sex lives, caused as much by their busy work lives than any physical ailments.

"What you did last night, Charlotte, was take us back to how we used to act with each other," Mary explained. "Sex used to be fun. Lately, as in the last year or two, it was just something we tried to fit into the schedule. It was becoming a task."

"I hope it works for a long time," I said.

Mary giggled. "Well, it should. We never left the loft last night."

She didn't need to tell me any more and I didn't ask. I was happy for both of them.

"So, what are you going today?" she asked me.

I shrugged. "Don't know. I'll probably walk down to the lake and see what it's like."

"Mind if I join you?" Mary said. "Dan's going fishing with some guys he met. The lake's an hour away, I think he said. I said 'No, thanks.'"

"Sure. That way I might not get lost."

"Change into your bathing suit," Mary suggested. "The beach down there is pretty good and the water's barely warm enough to swim in."

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Letter to the Captors of Gigi de Domai

(Pssst…Not met Gigi before? You can go back to read Letters to Gigi episodes 1 and 2 or carry on with the Russian silliness here.)

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Letter the third:

It is with a heavy heart that I write to you, Ivan Scrazanic, the true leader of the Russian underworld, with a plea of the utmost sincerity. You must release poor Gigi de Domai from the servitude to which you have bound her.

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Oh, Scrazanic! It is not merely that you have taken poor Gigi from her home by the water and kept her as your pornographic plaything. For that offense alone I might forgive you, especially if you continue to provide me with these photographs.

What I find untenable, even despicable, is that you have dressed her like an air hostess and made her wear scarlet lipstick. Even the bedclothes have the appearance of cheapness. It is beyond tolerance. Remember, you have my romantic hopes in the palm of your hands. If you can’t release her, at least choose a better setting next time. russian-mafia-tattoos-12

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And on top of the pain of her appearance, it is the company she now keeps. I see she is allowed no privacy at all, for she is watched over night and day by this most uncouth and disreputable fellow. I hope she does not have a thing for tattoos.

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And there is worse. If one cruel captor was not bad enough, now there are three present in the room. Surely, one fellow to work the camera and the other to hold the lights would have been enough. I hate to imagine what role the third man played in this sordid scene you have composed for yourself. I don’t really like hardcore, you see. It reminds me that what I am looking at is actually porn, and not pictures of my would-be girlfriend. I get jealous of these men, Scrazanic.

And what men they are, with which she must mingle!! Look upon their lardy, indolent bodies. I assure you, villain, that my Gigi does not prefer these men to my own considerably more meager form! (I know they have a lot more cash than I do but I am working on that. I have extra shifts now.)

petrvoenmalyshevOh Scrazanic, what have you done? This was a girl who was once so fresh and virginal, posed in innocence beside the water, with sand upon her bottom like a schoolgirl! Now you have her all made up  in a way that, let’s face it, really doesn’t do anything for her at all. Far too much eye-liner, to begin with.

Damn you, Sir! You do not deserve to look upon her – except perhaps for the purpose of taking photos and putting them on the internet.

Gigi, I am coming soon, my love! I will rescue you and we will return to our Czarist innocence once more! No more pornography for you!

In the meantime, could you just pull your bra down slightly so we could all have another look at those? Thank you, my dear. Excellent.

(These  shots of Gigi taken from here. Go to Domai.com for more.)

Questions on the Lineage of Gigi de Domai

Oh Gigi! Remember that day, down by the river? How polite I was, to your erstwhile lover, treating him with all due civility, yet all the while not once revealing that it was you, oh my radiant angel, who had captured my attention. What a a fool was he, to allow me to befriend the pair of you, and thus get closer to the the only girl I have ever truly stalked loved.

But now there is something I must know, something dark and truly wonderful. I want you to tell me the story of your birth, Gigi de Domai.

For the two of us know that “Domai” is but a moniker, a pseudonym, to disguise your real heritage. But it is true, isn’t it, my thoroughbred darling? You are descended from the czarinas. You are a member of the House of Romanov. Say it is so, and my love for you will be sealed.

How is it that I know? Oh, I have my sources. For one thing, your image bears a striking resemblance to the tragic royal line. It is true the Grand Duchess Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanov escaped, did she not? And you, oh Gigi, are not merely her living descendant, but her living image? Here are the two of you as teens…

And it is not merely the Duchess (your grandmother?) that you resemble. Your great aunt Tatiana is also a striking likeness. Would that I could remove that stately bodice and see the similarities in your physique, also!

Your other great aunt Olga also bears more than a passing resemblance. How tragic to think of them, innocents killed for the sins of their forebears, in an attempt to stamp out the House forever! But it survived, a single seed hidden in darkness for many years and now but lately come to flower in YOU.

Oh, how hard it must have been for you, to conceal the truth all these years. But now that I know, I wonder how could I have not guessed, being as I am such an ardent admirer of the Romanov line and so well versed in their history? It beggars belief, to think that you have passed unnoticed all these years, with the truth of the matter so plain to see for anyone prepared to do but half an hour’s research into the matter.

But I promise I will not tell a soul. Your secret is entirely safe. Oh my darling, and there are those that would do you harm if they knew of your intention to depose Putin, overthrow communism and restore the Russian throne. So you must bide your time, avoiding attention, posing as a normal nude model. But know that you will live on in your rightful place as Queen of My Heart, while we wait, patiently, until the time is right….

Femdomart.ru and the Wayback Machine

Check it out – go straight to the  front page!

Or the Archives!

Or, read on…

You remember Femdomart.ru, right? The Russian site with almost every conceivable piece of femdom art on there? It came and went in just under four years (Mar 2004-Feb 2008), leaving behind a host of broken links and a pretty big hole in the femdom internet landscape. Lots of other collections out there have tried to put it all together but this was the real thing, thorough, well organised and totally free.

This chart (which I have forgotten where I got it from) shows daily reach per million in the site’s final year. You can see the escalating popularity just before it went down…

So, what happened…? Four pages list details on the sites history and ownership:

From these, it’s possible to discern that the owner was a guy called Vyatcheslav G. Vasiliev, who has it parked until the middle of next year with a German domain company called Sedo…and that’s really about all. No sign of a comeback from our friend Vyatcheslav any time soon, as far as I am aware.

But all is not lost! In fact, very little of the site has escaped the archivers. Thanks to the wonders of the Internet Wayback Machine, you can go can take a look at Femdomart.ru on the day it was launched, the day it was taken offline and about eighty other days in between.

The front page!

The Archives!

(Hint: even if you can’t seem the thumbnail images, click on the image sign and it may appear in a new window.)

Just to prove it…

Happy New Year.

Steve Mayhew.

Inquiry to the partner of Gigi de Domai

Dear Sir or Madam,

By ‘Gigi de Domai’, I refer of course to the Russian female nude model, pictured below. I ask in all politeness and sincerity, is this woman your girlfriend?

You say that she is? Oh. Congratulations. You must be very proud. And so must she.

Did you take these photographs, down in the woods? I expect that you did. What sort of camera do you have? Really? That is interesting. I have a digital one, with a lens, and a button I like to press. Do you mind if I, also, take a few photos? The scenery is very pretty here.

They are very artful, your photos. I say that because I do not normally like outdoor shots of the nude ladies. I always wonder what the beautiful young lady is actually doing in the woods, with no clothes on. Is she lost? Is she derranged? Were her clothes stolen? The scoundrels! Now Poor Miss Gigi must cover her nakedness, lest a complete stranger with a camera happen to walk past and see her.

Also, another issue is causing me to become fretful. As she is naked in the outdoors, I cannot help but wonder if she will get ant bites on her legs or grass seeds in her pubic hair, which would be most unpleasant, although I can see you have taken precautions against that by decreasing the area of exposed hair. As ever, you are prepared, sir (or madam).

But suddenly, it has occurred to me that there could be a perfectly normal explanation for her naked presence. She is bathing. I have trouble with my water service at home sometimes, too. Of course! That is why she has no clothes on, otherwise she would have gotten them wet! Where are they, her clothes? Are they on the riverbank nearby? Watch out for those clothes thieves from before.

You people just keep clicking the same damn files over and over...

I see now that she has let her hair down. In preparation for washing it, I assume. Very good. Knowing you, you probably have a shampoo with you that is specially formulated to work in cold Russian snow-melt streams. Ingenious.

Then I expect she will dry herself with the towel that you so can ably provide her, dress herself, and the two of you will have a picnic, dining on the outdoors from a basket of local produce, fruit, cheese, and perhaps a little wine, although not to the point of inebriation, a state unbecoming to such a cautious gentleman (or woman) as yourself.

bound to be relative there somewhere...

But look, now the poor dear thing is shaking with cold. It is time to be getting her dry. Where is that towel you were talking about earlier? In times like these it does not pay to be tardy. The prudent course is to get her out of that river and back to somewhere warm, as fast as possible!!

Of course, you will not mind if I accompany you, as you will require assistance with your vehicle, and also protection from some of the rascals that are known  to abide in these woodlands.

Sir, or madam, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance I am sure I will be seeing a great deal of both Gigi and yourself in the coming years.

(See more Gigi at www.domai.com).


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