The Porn Star and the Eager Fan (A collaboration) Otherwise known as "My Idea of Cybersex..."

Edited for readability (kind of a tame scene, but still hot)

PornStar: All work and no play had come to make Paul very, very antsy come end of the week. He had debated between clubs, escorts, and the typical means of snaring in some poor girl to bestow his vicious desires upon. But alas, all had turned up to be about as dry as a virgin nestled in a pool of vinegar. (Metaphorically speaking, anyway.) A career in the Adult Industry was always something that'd gotten you attention when you weren't on camera, and he was beginning to think the most ass he'd see was just that, behind a lens. The housekeeper had left the kitchen and hall a literal mess; paperwork and various mailings scattered all over the place -not to mention it needed a good dusting. What was he paying her for again? Good question. Amongst these, fingers had leafed and managed to find the appropriate number to call. Something to take the edge off - though he was a bit skeptical considering it wasn't genuine. He was bound to give anything a shot once, given his work.. and well.. it was just the type of guy Paul was! Rolling the sleeves of an adorned charcoal button dress shirt - he'd begun to collect and clean. A pressing type of chore when he'd been expecting the company of a Miss. Eyes had more than once glanced up and out one of the large windows in the front of the estate to peer towards the gate. He wasn't much for the professional, cliché type of sexual rendezvous that came with so many "call-girls", dare he designate her at this point. But it was to be expected - he'd gotten curious over what he'd been told and wanted to see just how good this woman was. Not to mention is wasn't every day that she got to tend to the needs of an Adult star. Joy.

CallGirl: There was no car to listen for in the driveway, but the chime of a bicycle bell sang out, and not long afterwards, a feminine squeak, and the clatter of a bike hitting pavement. It was followed not long afterwards by the pitter patter of tennis shoes on his walkway, and then a knock on the door. When he opened it, he'd see a fresh faced girl, probably of legal age, but young enough that there was the possibility that she was jailbait. She was dressed in low-slung jeans that revealed a small tattoo on her lower belly that read simply, "I" and a heart...and something more that was hidden beneath her waistband. Her top was red with white butterflies stenciled in a flight pattern, cut short to leave her midriff bare. It matched the red spot on her elbow that she was cradling gingerly, an injury recently sustained, perhaps. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail at the nape of her neck, and it slithered down her back when she turned her big blue eyes to the man in the doorway. She blinked, and then stared, her jaw dropping open.::Oh. My. God.::her hand fell away from her scraped elbow, and she sort of swayed in place, as though she was going to faint.

PornStar: The furrow of brows met with the frame of the supposed younger girl stopping at his front door. Amusing, to state the least. Paul did in fact answer the door rather readily once she'd knocked; and could only chuckle when he'd come to glance over her form, habitual tap of index on his chin as if in thought.: `' Well. My, my.`' : An initial pause of his own, allowing her to get that reaction down to the last blink of her eyes in her stare.: `' Come in.`' : And shoulders shrugged back, taking steps to allow her entrance into the place. Of course, this followed suit with slow closing of the door once she'd stepped inside. Further investigation of that outfit came with ample placement of palms on those hips - canting his head with a lingering smile that toyed to express itself on corners of his mouth. Hell, it was almost like being on the set again..this time he could have just as easily done anything beyond the scripted dialog. The formalities would always be the same however, and though he'd put in request of what he wanted from her..it'd ultimately been down to her own personal preference in attire and demeanor. She played it well, of course.
CallGirl: She bit her lip as she walked past him, taking her eyes off of him only for long enough to see where she was going. His smile was intoxicating, far more than on the screen, and she didn't have to call upon her character to bring up a blush in her cheeks. She winced, clutching first at her side, then her hurt elbow. "Thanks for letting me in...I think I ran over a nail or something on my bike, and the neighbor said you had a pump." Her smile was slow, and naughty dimples appeared in her cheeks. "I guess she was right. You are him, aren't you? Mr. Landers?" She peeked up at him, chewing on her bottom lip again, as though uncertain. "Paul Landers? The...um." Her eyes travelled downward of their own accord to focus on his crotch. She caught herself after a momentary lapse, and immediately directed her attention elsewhere. "Ooh...nice furniture." As she walked a little further into his house. She was walking a little stiffly, presumably because of her fall, but the view was still a pleasant one. From the rear, her feminine curves were a little more obvious, in the way the jeans hugged her backside and the short cut of the shirt left visible the delicate curve of the small of her back. Her hair danced against her back, between her shoulder blades, swishing like a taunt...temptation offered in every rock of her hips.

PornStar: A snort, he had caught the shift of her eyes; and just as well - his own rose to meet the ceiling briefly. Arms pressed into lower spine as he made steps to follow her further inside the house.” I don't think I need to confirm what you already know...” he paused, before shifting limb to carefully take her own and inspect that injury. : `' Should get that cleaned up, then I can get you the pump.” His expression feigned seriousness, but of course - it was a bit of irony that he couldn't deny finding a bit amusing…to say the least. Finally releasing her limb with a mere extension of fingers - he offered the female a half-cocked grin.: `' Bathroom, or no?`' He could of course, have just gotten on to the bigger and better instances within given scenario - and something told him she may have liked that more anyway. It was an almost consuming interest of his to make even the best of actresses cream their panties genuinely. For her he'd been at a cross of simply taking what he wanted or going the route he'd done many, many times before.

CallGirl: This was his scene, his fantasy, and she'd take her cues from him, whichever way he wanted to go. But whatever route he did take, the danger of reprisal was removed. He could throw her down and fuck her silly, and she wouldn't press charges. She gasped softly when he took her arm, looking with those wide blues from his hand to his face, to his hand again, until he'd finished his inspection. "Oh, my god. I can't believe Paul Landers just touched me. My friends are going to be so jealous." She said this with utter solemnity, her fingers running over the place where the pressure of his still left warmth on her flesh. "I'm sorry." She grinned, and those dimples showed again. "It's just that I've never met a real star before. And you're so...you're so...well known." Gulp. Yeah, that hadn't been her first choice of words. "Um...bathroom. If that's okay? I'd hate to get your floor all messy." There was a pause there, and another blush that ran hot into her cheeks, making it easy to guess where her thoughts had just wandered. "So...um...this way?" She turned and took a couple of steps towards one of the halls. "I'm...Jenny, by the way." Oh, but that was dangerously close to her real name. Why was she playing games? According to his reputation, he was far too dangerous for her to mess with.

PornStar: It was a bit of a trivial guessing game when it came to where things were located within the estate. : `' Mhm.`' : Single stated response, whether or not she'd been genuine in her role was beyond him in perspective of what he did and didn't do. Well-known to most of the women he'd assaulted in the past that Paul didn't appear to care when it came to consequence. Things happened because he wanted them to. Now, forgive him for not just pouncing her the second she were through the door - but he wanted this to unravel a bit more before he so anxiously pounded his way between her thighs. She was right, he was well known - especially the portion of his form that did the most work when he was in front of an audience. `' Just touched..? That sounds a bit mediocre in comparison to what I normally do. Wouldn't you say so?`' : He really didn't have any idea that she may have been familiar with his track record, and in all honesty - it only would have persuaded him to pursue her more if he did. Paul was dangerous, though only to people that decided to cross him, reject his advances. This was where she'd been given the 'heads up' if you will. Front row seat to seeing just how smoothly things could run with a willing participant.

CallGirl: He seemed so sure of himself, but then that was part of his appeal. That unflinching confidence. Among...other things. Walking ahead of him once he'd confirmed her guess about the bathroom, she craned her neck to peek into the doors, until she found the right one. In the doorway, she turned and grinned, teeth flashing white in that smile. "Well, yeah. But that's just in the movies, right?" There was a very subtle flicker in those eyes, blues that held his for just a moment longer than was necessary. A hint that perhaps the actress knew more than she was letting on. It was the merest fissure in the smooth surface of the character, quickly healed as she slipped on into the bathroom, and hopped up to take a seat on the counter, balancing herself on the edge so she wouldn't tumble into the sink. "Are you gonna play doctor with me?" That was pure flirtation, down to the bat of her sparkling eyes, and the grin that suggested that girlish laughter was just barely beneath the surface. She held up her arm by way of clarification, and the grin became the briefest of frowns. Dedicated actress that she was...the scrape was real, but very shallow.

PornStar: His expression shifted with her hinting tone, ushering a lift off brow line as he spoke and stepped in front of her when she resided on the sink: `' Sure..`' : it'd left little to be confessed or agreed to at that point - he wasn't about to lead on to half the things he did when the public wasn't watching. It was what made him..well..him. Fingers collected around her wrist again, twisting limb just enough to peer down at her injury. No, it wasn't anything serious - but it was enough irritation to need a little something. Cabinet opened and some peroxide were pulled off the shelf; as well as a cotton ball. Avoid making that little thing squeal with rubbing alcohol. Cap twisted off, bottle tilted, and he oh-so-delicately touched her limb with the billowed surface. Wiping away traces of blood and earth to irritated skin, before he were through - tossing it in the trash: `' There all better. Don't want a sucker or anything, do you?`' : A sneer issued, primarily to himself as he put the brown bottle back in the cabinet. She didn't need a band-aid for that did she? She was a big girl, tough it out.

CallGirl: She hissed in a breath at the first touch of the cotton ball, and squirmed just a little on the sink, biting hard on her bottom lip. When he was done, she released the breath she'd been holding, her bottom lip jutting out to send a few escaped tendrils of hair fluttering in the passing breeze. If he was to glance down at her shirt, he might notice that her nipples had beaded, and were thrusting at the cotton of her shirt. Her eyes got soft and warm when he mentioned a sucker, and she couldn't help licking at her lips...but to her credit, she did not glance down. "Maybe later." She winked, and then moved to get down off of the sink, only to wince again, her fingers moving once more to her side. "I think I hurt something else, too. God, I hope I didn't crack a rib or something. Your driveway's hard." Fingers hooked under the hem of her shirt and tugged it up, as she arched her body, twisting it to look down at her side. The underside of her breast became visible 'accidentally' during her contortions. There was a slight red spot on her side, but it wasn't anything that couldn't have been produced artificially. "Do you see anything?" She looked up at him, seemingly sincerely concerned about her health, rather than making an attempt at seduction.

PornStar: Her expectations of him were rather high, since it seemed he’d become her physician as well as her favorite porn star. Apparently. His frame shifted once she'd hopped off the sink to further investigate her next area of discomfort. Paul tipped chin, eyeing her considerately while teeth snared his lower lip. For what he could see, everything appeared to be in rather nice condition.: `' Hm. I'd best check then.`' :Male frame lowered into a crouch - and regardless of what her intentions were, it was his she had to worry about. Taking the opportunity to scan pupils over the plateau of such smooth, evidently flawless skin. Thumbs brushed the length of her sides; one running right over that reddened portion as he'd let this little treatment become more or less his exploration for the time being. Nails painted ravenesque hue skimmed over her flesh; offering a slight shake of his head as dark eyes once again met her features in their ascent.: `' Nothing that won't heal in a few days..`' :and just for good measure; he leant in to press pert lips against her supposed injury. His means to delve into a taste test as muscle crept out to flick at her skin with the greeting of such a subtle, gentle affection. He was toying with her, no doubt about it.

CallGirl: If she wasn't wet already, she became so when he lowered to his knees in front of her, and skimmed his hand over the flesh that lay bare in the span between shirt and jeans. She didn't hide her reactions, either, letting him feel her tremble when he touched her, hear her soft gasp when his lips touched her skin. She had to clutch the edge of the sink when his tongue flickered out to touch her flesh. She tasted of vanilla and ripe female. "Dear god!" She uttered the words in a hushed breath, her eyes half closed and her lips half parted for softly ragged breaths to pass through unrestrained. "Are you trying to kill me? I mean, I've already soaked my panties through, and as it is I'm going to have to masturbate to within an inch of my life when I get home..." She stopped herself abruptly, and clapped both hands over her mouth, her eyes wide above her silencing hands, and watching his face carefully. Slowly, so slowly, she lowered her hands again, speaking in a near whisper, in a horrified tone. "Oh, god...I didn't mean to say that out loud. It just...It just slipped out. I didn't mean...I mean, I don't assume that because you're...that you'll...you know." She trailed off a little helplessly.

PornStar: Chin brushed the area of skin just between either set of ribs along the females' column. His features contorted into more a sarcastic gleam than anything else.: `' Of course not. `' : He rather liked his position where he resided against her, and wouldn't move until she'd just about begged him to do so. Hands however, weren't content to stay in one place; and as he eyed her for a change in expression, the journey continued. Oh-so-boldly taking into consideration that she was just there to fill a role and nothing more. Though he'd have to mark her for a splendid performance thus far! Paul's fingers dipped low, pulling at the waistline of denim, leafing the button from its sheath - zipper would follow, expelling a single breath against her skin as he toyed with the idea of removing her cloth that adorned lower half. Finally, head tipped to lower eyes, accompanying his investigation as his fingers worked together to begin tugging jeans and those apparently soaked panties down her hips. Just enough forthe top of her sex to peek out at him, as well as that stated tattoo earlier. His pause was to torment, of course. Not that he wouldn't do what he wanted anyway - but every once and a while he liked hearing it from them..this was one of those times.

CallGirl: She made a soft hiccup of a sound, a moan stifled, perhaps, when his chin brushed her flesh...and his hands moved to unfasten her pants. She did not move to stop him. Her hands were too busy gripping the edge of the sink so that her knees wouldn't go all wobbly and let her fall down. Just as he was watching her, she was watching him, scarcely daring to breathe now as he peeled her pants apart, and began to edge them down. She watched him most carefully when that tattoo came into view, her teeth biting hard on her bottom lip, turning the flesh pale around them. The first part was followed by the elegantly scripted pair of words: "German Steel." She hadn't been lying about the panties. The red cotton was definitely moist, dark where it was been pressed against her sex. Her hips squirmed a little with his pause. There was a tiny mole that had been revealed too by the push of her panties downward, like a beauty mark on her sex...genuine, unlike the tattoo, which would last a week or two before it faded away. No curls of dark hair peeped above the panties, a clue that if he pushed those panties down further, he'd find her shaved clean. Meanwhile, she waited for his response to the tattoo.

PornStar: A response from the tattoo. Well, it was creative - that's for sure. Lips pulled into a brief smirk as well; just long enough for her to take note of the amused expression on his face. He didn't wait long before unveiling the rest of her skin as well..moisture? That much was evident by no doubt the telltale sign of damp undergarments, as well as the scent. He'd always loved that. Exploring a woman's sex was a bit of a morbid fascination to him - so when jeans and underwear were brought to her knees; he took it upon himself to lean back in to her, ushering her thighs to part as much as they could for him with how she'd been posed and situated to near nudity. Fingers became tainted with the obvious sign of her arousal once he began groping her, running thumb along her hairless slit. Other hand rose to assist in pulling lips apart to pert lips in a gentle exhale of air to greet the glistening flesh of her clitoris and labia. Just how long could Paul last before going further? That answer came with the press of mouth to the very top of mound, carefully sweeping wet muscle across her skin as he sought out for perhaps the most addicting of tastes to come. His attentions consisting of soft kisses and nips - in particular to the area that'd make her squirm from his attention. Hooded bead pulled between lips in a torturous little suckle. By now he'd pretty much nuzzled his face right into her cunt, and palms attempted to force those delicious little thighs to part more for him. If it were even possible. Quite the lewd scene they had here.

CallGirl: From the smirk on his face, she apparently didn't have to explain that "I heart German Steel" meant him, of course. Or rather, that part of him that graced so many adult films, and made them so much more than ordinary fuckflicks. She continued to chew at her lip as she watched him, hoping...unable to stop herself from rambling, briefly..."I...I can't believe this is happening. It...it's like some movie...or...or Penthouse let...oh!" And his fingers shut her up neatly, as they groped at her swollen, slick lips. Her pants slipped down a little further when he urged her legs apart, but not enough for her to spread them fully...and he'd rendered her too distracted to do anything about them, although she did manage to kick one sneaker off by hooking her toe onto its back. She was dark pink inside, her clit a small, hooded nub that was just barely big enough to suckle. Her opening was smooth, darker within, and glistening with fresh lubrication brought on by the tease of his exhalation. She whimpered, and one of her hands rushed to her mouth, so that she could close teeth around the knuckle of her index finger. It didn't help. The touch of his mouth rocked her head back, and her moan rose unrestrained and tremulous towards the ceiling. Her hips squirmed indeed, pushing desperately towards his mouth. "Yes...yes, please..." Odds were good she didn't even know what she was saying, or how that razor edge of raw need sang out in her voice.

PornStar: Whether or not what he was doing to administer her reactions was for his own gratification or not - was known to one person. Him. For now, savoring her flavor seemed to be the best way to go, almost curiously peeking over the skin of her femininity as he did. Fingertips dipped further south - teasing entrance to her chasm as they did so, and eventually pairing two to push themselves within for a few even strokes to temporarily satisfy a growing desire. Literally. She'd be amazed once he shed to her the reaction straining the fabric of his slacks from all of this. Once of course, he'd tempted himself to further this little experimentation of her will; Paul pulled himself from her loins, allowing that skin to remain soaked in his trails. Hands worked her cloth from her legs completely, lifting each foot - and removing the remaining shoe from her heel as well. Now, where to toss her up to finish this? Eyes shifted right back to the sink, and so a grip to her hips, hoist, and press later - she was again seated. Bare ass to porcelain. Hands then collected fistfuls of silk off his back - pulling the top over his head and from his skin to allow such a flutter on to the floor near her own clothing. : `' Let's keep it simple, hm?`' : In reference to him getting fully nude. He didn't need to - she'd see all she needed to just by him popping that button. With steps to near her again, a quirked grin followed the content little stare he'd delivered to her - her wrist grasped, guided down beneath his garments to feel the reaction she'd wanted from him. A full swelling of his shaft skin, the organ throbbing once he'd coaxed her into caressing him.

CallGirl: She swayed against the sink's support, giving him plenty to taste, thick and musky and slightly sweet. Her folds parted for the push of fingers, and muscles gripped them tight once they were inside, pulsing with the first tremor of deep pleasure. When his mouth and hands left her, she was aching and ready, and the eyes that opened when he stripped her pants away were glossy with desire. Her will was Jell-O. He'd reduced it to such with his mouth and hand, and rendered her sweetly, hungrily pliable. She made a soft sound and a slight shudder when her heated skin met the cool porcelain, but the reaction was forgotten in the next moment, as he began to strip himself down. Or at least his shirt, anyway. The pop of the button yanked her eyes downward, even before he guided her hand there, and she didn't need much coaxing to go further. Eagerly her fingers found his length, and curled around that stiff, silken shaft with a greedy grasp. She ran her hand all the way up, and then all the way down again, and the expression on her face must've been priceless. It was more genuine than the one she'd met him with at the door, but the surprise was the same. "It really is that big. Bigger. I thought they used trick photography...Ho...lee..." Her other hand moved then, unzipping his pants, or unbuttoning them, or tearing them open if that's what it took. One handed, of course, because her other hand was still busy stroking, caressing...worshiping his flesh. Then, unless he stopped her, that is, she would ease that monster from its confinement, and bend at the waist, legs spreading far apart on the edge of the sink, and her hand reaching back to grip the faucet to help her balance. Stretching out her tongue for just a taste of him. It was only fair, since he'd had a taste of her already.

PornStar: Paul deemed to let her do what she wanted. For now. The caress to his skin lovingly offered her praise. A simple `' good girl.`' :Eyes that danced over her features quite brilliantly, soon filtered with haze, lids falling to shut as she took it upon herself to unclothe him more. The presence of fingers around him only got better, when at last - he was feeling the trace of her tongue as well. There came that delighted little grunt, quite voraciously arching his pelvis up towards her in response. No, no digital enhancement when it came to the sheer length of his girth..and no matter what anyone said, size did matter. Especially when you fucked for a living. His face turned to expel several deep breaths from the contact, his resolve burning to gain control over her once again. Gaze were brought unto that form once he'd noted how wonderfully spread she was for him, awaiting that shift of dominance he'd almost seemed to temporarily lose when her own feast of tasting his skin. The once present layer of sticky
pre cum lapped from his flesh in her doings, and that was enough thanks for him to move on. Pushing little doll back into her rightful place; nestling himself quite nicely between her legs while fingers grasped the base of arousal. Tip pressed between her folds, and then came that delightful plunge..nothing slow or steady - but an all-out forced thrust to make her accommodate his prick once it invaded her lining and stretched her to a snug fit. Circular gyration followed, feeling the throb of her button against his pubic bone. That was enough for introduction. Hips maintained that signature rocking motion, pulling back to nearly deprive her of his fulfillment - only to prove he knew how to handle himself when he jutted back into her depths. Palms carefully pressed on each of her thighs as a means for guidance, not to mention he'd be ready to leave some nice bruising there by the time he was done.

CallGirl: Eyes rolled up to his face as she lapped at that creamy prelude, and savored his reactions with an intensity, a very lucid hunger, that might have unnerved, had he been looking her way. By the time his eyes opened again, her own were closed with concentration as her tongue explored that slitted tip, only to be denied further taste of him as he pushed her back. Back into character. She bit at one side of her bottom lip, and watched that monster be guided to her tunnel, which seemed so small by comparison. Her breath caught when he plunged deep...she could manage no more, not at first, with the press of that thickness and length inside of her. It stretched her almost unbearably, and her muscles closed in tight around it, even as he began to move. And what movement...it seemed to take eons for him to nearly pull out, and then push back in again. She quickly lost count of his strokes, though her voice returned with a soft, strangled whimper, deep in the back of her throat. Her thighs pinned, the ache of his hand's press on her thighs was sweet torment, a pressure pain that provided counterpoint to the deep shove of his muscle inside of her. She got, if possible, even wetter, leaving his shaft shining with each retreat. Her hips struggled to move, to meet his thrusts or to escape...she didn't seem to be sure...but his hands kept her pinned like a butterfly to a collector's mat. Her hands had somehow found a place to brace behind her, but her head still knocked against the mirror when it fell back, a sudden groan escaping as the first flutter of pleasure caught her by surprise. "So...so...fucking...deep."

PornStar: The ease to make his journey even smoother was almost surprising. Almost. He'd had some soaked pussy before, and so the delicious lubrication only seemed to persuade him to pump into her harder. As hard as that tight little chamber of walls would allow - in his efforts to assault her loins, he'd dispelled a series of grunts, groans, and shudders; no doubt that embedded tip squirted lovely amounts of substance hindering at potential when at last this 'German Steel' erupted. Not yet, of course..he still had quite a bit of stamina to fuck her left within him. The brace of hands on her legs had opened her up rather nicely; leaving him to torture that cervix each time he'd pummeled into her hips in a drastic collision. Chin tipped back, pressing lips in a hissed sigh to the contortion of those lovely walls clenching him much like a gripping palm. Exertions already had a sheet of sweat covering his frame; though that was a mere formality in the contortion of tensing and arching muscle in his demands to poke and prod at the female's chasm until she'd done just what he wanted her to do. His mindset had been made, and no doubt the actress portraying her role had managed to find some worthwhile desire in this scene she was playing out for him. Something else would accompany her character as well - and that was the wonderful climax he'd been working so hard to feel. It would be the ultimate means of persuading him to release inside her, but those displaced little statements of filth she'd ushered moments before might be nice, too.

CallGirl: She gave up trying to fuck him back, and just took it, her senses overwhelmed by the feel of him inside her. The pounding rhythm against her cervix and the pain that it left blooming with each retreat was mediated by the stroke across tender nerves, all along the way. And that in turn was made all the more intense with the balance of pain. Her sounds of tortured pleasure were flowing more freely now, and she'd given up trying to brace herself with her hands, letting her back fall against the cold mirror instead. As pleasure built relentlessly, her hands roamed across that mirror, seeking purchase on something, and finding none. "N..no...no...too much...too soon. Don't stop..." and then a gasp, a high moan. She reached for him, nails scraping his belly before she arched against the mirror. "Yes, yes...fuckmefuckmefuckme..." Her climax came hard. Her body had been arched before, but now her breasts lifted even higher, still wrapped in their cotton covering, and her spine bent sharply enough that the top of her head met the mirror, instead of the back of it. Inside, the effect was just as dramatic...proving that she wasn't faking it. Muscles shuddered and pulsed as powerful spasms shook their way through her, jerking her body as though it was on puppet strings, and each time producing a moan or a curse or a plea.

PornStar: Amongst everything she could give him, this apparently was the most genuine. That clench and release of inner walls about his impaling shaft emitted his own set of delightful sounds. Rejoicing in her orgasm - while he allowed the flow of her honey to tell him it was real. Paul would bestow upon her more punishment, to both body and sex as he hammered into her the remaining likeness of his treat - until at last, he'd offer her the reward. Either of her legs lifted and grasped with pierce of his nails - guiding that luscious little rear end to bounce against his sac as thrust by thrust, he'd coaxed waves of warmth to pour from one body into its partner. This being the announcement of his own climax, seed pumped into her spread slit as he continued to assault her even though she was spent as it were. Pupils lowered, eventually shutting to the ferocity of his release. It only ceasing once his jerks to pummel her walls slowed, exhaling in succession with the signature sounds of met, soaked flesh. The shared fluids mixing and dripping down his balls; perhaps her ass cheeks as well. At last, when muscles refused to aid him any longer - he poised himself up against her, regaining composure as palms came to press on either of her sides, lowering skull to press forehead into the crevice between her breasts. Breathing into the material of her shirt rather greedily.

CallGirl: She'd always been a sensitive soul, and it was part of the reason she was so good at what she did. She could read others well enough to find her cues, and her body's responses didn't need to be faked. If anything, they were only amplified by the roles she played, and her client's reactions to them. So when he shifted position, yanking her towards him and changing the angle of his thrusts...when she felt the swell of him in that moment before his seed spilled...she hit another peak that had her muffling her near screams against the back of her hand, while the other tried frantically to find some balance for her on the sink's top, now that her legs were in the air and all. The resulting spasms milked the seed from his spurting shaft, until the overflow trickled down his balls along with her own juices, and down along the crack of her ass as well as the cheeks. She could feel it oozing past that rear opening as he leaned against her, bringing his heavy, hot head to rest between her breasts. Her breathing matched his in pace, though hers was directed to one side as she rolled her head to feel the coolness of the mirror or the tile, whichever was closest...she wasn't looking...against her overheated brow. Periodically, the aftershocks of pleasure would tighten her around him, and make her body tense beneath him, spawning a soft, small vocalization in the process. Fingers came up to push her hopelessly rumpled hair back from her face, and then, when eyes slitted open, to brush against his head as well, offering the softest of caresses from crown to nape. "I'm going to have to say so many Hail Marys for this..." Words uttered without regret, and followed by a breathless laugh.

PornStar: Face shifted once she'd spoken, contour of his frame pulling from hers. Eyes rose to meet her gaze, as Paul attempted to straighten himself; leaving that prick right where it'd been for the past several moments. He was getting soft inside her..slowly. But that didn't mean his followed words didn't implicate them both in some way.: `' You make it sound as if we're done.`' : Stated with a rather cocky tone. There was no need for further innuendo - they'd just gotten about as lewd as they could, considering the situation - but nonetheless, he offered her a 'Paul' worthy grin. Carefully taking a step back to pull his hips from her - gliding that flesh from its previous, lovely confines. Fingers toyed with the fabric of his pants, offering her an almost considerate gaze - before speaking again.: `' Now how often is it that you actually get to screw in the bathroom? I think I've got what.. thirty rooms in the house. At least..`' : his expression shifted to a more serious nature, and he was serious at best. A one-time bang was fun and all.. but he had more curiosities to pose her in at best. Yes, pose..excellent way to phrase it.

If I had to choose a fairy tale that represents my mood and temperament most closely, I wouldn't choose one with a princess as the central focus (even if Snow White did get to have the attention of seven little men, and wear a corset.)

Part of me is drawn to Little Red Riding Hood, because I couldn't say that I wouldn't be easily distracted by the prospect of gathering flowers far from the path of goody-goodness, or that I wouldn't be tempted by a big, bad wolf, even if he was dressed in my granny's clothes.

And part of me is drawn to Puss in Boots. Catlike, clever, full of tricks, determined to put his Master in a position of power...and he got to wear those delicious boots. In the end, he sat purring at the feet of his Master and his new bride, and never had to chase mice again, except for entertainment. The only drawback, of course, is that his Master was a bit of a simpleton, easily manipulated, which might be fun at first (cats do, after all, enjoy something to toy with) but would quickly lose its appeal.

If I had to choose, I'd be a Red Riding Hood in Boots, all cleverness and naivete wrapped up together in a splash of crimson velvet and a dash of leather. I would roam through these dark, kinky woods, devouring the random upstart ogre through my trickery, and search the shadows always for a pair of gleaming, greedy eyes, a Master (or dominant) worthy of putting in a place of power. Someone that would encourage me to go picking flowers, and be waiting for me, always, at the end of the trail.

Gardenias

She left the noise and laughter of the party inside, and stepped out through the French doors, closing them softly behind her. Immediately, the sounds of the party were muffled, and the night’s cool silence pressed in on her. The air smelled sweet, of some flower planted along the garden wall, and her slowly adjusting eyes picked out white blossoms among the shadowed greenery. Stepping further out, she felt her feet sink into the softness of the slightly moist grass, and the tips of it reached past the soles and sides of her sandals to tickle at her toes.

She tried to find peace in this, the quiet, the fragrance, the soft press of the night against her skin…but she was burning, her mind inflamed to such a degree that the stars above went unnoticed, as did the round eye of the moon that bathed the patio in cool light. All she could think of was him, the way he looked at her, the way his arm had accidentally brushed hers at dinner, the way his voice dipped low when he laughed, and rolled sensually when a jest trickled seamlessly off the end of his honeyed tongue. Just thinking about that tongue made her tremble, and wrap her arms around herself. She could still remember the feel of it on her skin, teasing at the tight tip of a breast, bringing her torturous pleasure between her thighs. The feel of him was burned onto her memory, kept fresh by the fevered dreams and heated fantasies that replayed portions of their last evening in her mind, sharpening her memories until she could recall, without much effort, the feel of each fiber of the blanket beneath her as she writhed with pleasure, and each bristly hair of the stubbled growth on his chin, as it rubbed against her heated flesh.

She sought distraction as these memories once again flowed into the forefront of her thoughts, painting her cheeks with a hot blush that was thankfully hidden by the darkness of the evening. A breeze once again carried the fragrance of flowers to her, and she stepped away from the halo of light by the doors to seek out the source. Gardenias, she thought they might be, and added the soft scrape of her shoes to the night sounds as she made her way along the path to the corner of the house. Yes, there were the white blossoms, sprinkled through the greenery like soft-petaled stars. She drew close to one and closed her eyes as she inhaled the almost cloying fragrance. With eyes closed, she did not see the shadow that moved behind her, and had no time to make even a sound before a hand slid over her mouth, and an arm around her waist. With a jerk of motion that sent her head spinning, she found her back pressed against the side of the house, the bricks cold and unyielding through the thin fabric of her dress. The moonlight was just bright enough to see his face, the devilish curve of his smile, and the wicked gleam in his eye. He still held his hand over her mouth, but it was his body that held her pinned in place. Her dress was little protection against the heat of his skin. Her hands flew up, to push at his chest, but the effort was little more than a token gesture. She didn’t want him to step away. The nearness of him was intoxicating, and already she could feel herself succumbing to the spell of desire he so easily wove around her. Still, they shouldn’t be doing this, not like this, not with friends carrying on pleasant conversations just on the other side of the wall. She murmured a protest against his hand, but he pressed it harder against her lips, and she quieted at this silent demand.

His slight smile of approval was followed by a loosening of his grip on her mouth, but he didn’t remove it. His other hand darted downward, pushed up under her skirt, and with unerring accuracy, found the hot center of her, and the telling dampness of her panties. Her cheeks burned all over again at his smile, and at the involuntary shudder of her body as his fingers slid past her panties to stroke at the soft, swollen cleft beneath. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she moaned softly against his fingers. She felt, rather than saw, as he leaned in closer. His hot breath washed against her ear, and she arched slightly as his fingertip traced over the small, tender bump of her clit. “I knew you’d be wet, little minx. You’ve been teasing me all night, and look what it’s done to you.” She gasped as he pushed one finger into her and curled it against the tender spot within. He didn’t linger, but gathered moisture on the tip of his finger, and then used it to zero in on her softly throbbing clit again, using the slickness to roll the little nub in small circles that made her sob beneath his fingers. “Shhhh.” He brushed a kiss against her neck in that spot that never failed to send shivers searing down through her body, to just that place his fingers toyed with. “You’ve had an effect on me, too, minx.” He pressed closer, until she could feel the thickness of him through his pants, against her thigh. A low groan rolled from her throat into a muffled release against his hand, and her hips pushed forward, seeking a deeper touch from his teasing finger. “Can you almost feel it in you?” His finger slid inside of her again, and she shuddered, her fevered eyes opening only to roll skyward, unable to hide any of the torment she felt. “Can you almost taste it? I bet it’s dripping, just a little.” She caught her breath, and her tongue brushed his palm as she tried to wet her lips. Oh, he knew just how to tease her, knew how much she enjoyed the feel of his cock in her mouth. “Would you like a taste?” He was whispering now, a trace of laughter in his voice, mocking her. But it was the heat in his tone, the thickness beneath the laughter that made her shiver and nod.

“I’m going to take my hand off of your mouth. Don’t make a sound, little minx, or you won’t have your taste.” She nodded again, and drew in a deep breath when his hand moved away. He held it close for a moment, but when she remained quiet, he lowered his hand, a soft chuckle slipping past his lips. Glancing over his shoulder, he made sure they were still quite alone before dipping a hand down into the waistband of his pants. She felt him shudder, saw his eyes close, and forgot for a moment how to breathe. Her lips were already parted when he brushed them with the tip of his finger, and delved into her mouth to stroke against her tongue. She immediately closed her lips around his finger, and, with a low groan rolling across her tongue, greedily collected the taste of his pre-cum from his skin. He pumped his finger in and out of her mouth, and his other finger in and out of her slick cunt, until she was making soft, small noises in her throat. And then, quite suddenly, he stopped.

She made a small, choked sob of a sound, her eyes seeking out his in the filtered moonlight. But he’d already bent his head near again, hiding his gaze. She stiffened and shuddered as he scraped his teeth against her neck, and his finger pushed hard against her tongue. “You want to cum, don’t you little slut? Right out here in the open, with all of our friends right on the other side of this wall, you want to get down on your knees and suck me, and to kneel in the dirt and feel my cock shoving into your cunt…don’t you?”

She hesitated, and then nodded, her cheeks hot with a blush, but her eyes filled with a different kind of heat altogether. He chuckled into her ear, and slid his finger out of her mouth. “Put your hands behind your back, between your ass and the bricks. You’re not allowed to touch me, kitten.” She made a small moue of protest, but she did as he instructed, folding her hands one over the other behind her back, palms against the bricks, and her knuckles tracing the soft curve of her buttocks through the fabric of the dress. “Good girl.” He breathed it into her ear, and she shivered, closing her eyes, her muscles clutching in a small spasm at the finger he moved ever so slightly within her. “You must not make a sound if you want to cum. The slightest squeak, the smallest moan, and I’ll stop. I want to hear nothing more than your breathing. Do you think you can do that?” She frowned, her eyes pleading with him, though she knew that tone of voice left no room for negotiation. There was no way she could be completely quiet, not with his skilled fingers manipulating her so. But the look in his eyes brooked no argument. She feared that he would stop touching her, that he would leave her here, burning, and go back inside if she said no. Reluctantly, she nodded, her lashes fanning over the curve of her cheek as she dropped her gaze. “There’s a good little slut.” He was mocking her again, but she had no chance to protest. Two of his fingers were sliding over her clit, slick with her juices. She caught her breath, and pushed her hips in a slow rotation, shuddering as his touch shifted from gentle exploration to steady, maddening circles. Her head settled back against the bricks as she arched her body, tightening her throat against the sounds that threatened to roll free. He kissed her fully exposed throat, and then, hooking his free hand in the neckline of her dress, pulled it down enough to lift a breast over the fabric. His mouth found her nipple, and she almost cried out at the combination of sensations, barely managing to stop herself in time. Her breathing became labored as he stroked mercilessly at her clit, and through slitted eyes she could see him looking up at her, watching her with that intensity that never failed to sweep her under his control.

Her body rocked against the wall, her nails scraping at the bricks as she bucked her hips lewdly at his hand. Her brow furrowed, her lips parting in soundless moans as she fought the need to vocalize the almost painful pleasure each stroke of his fingers brought. She felt the first pulse of orgasm at the same moment that he caught her nipple in his teeth, and flicked at it with his tongue, as his fingers flicked at the small, tender nub between her thighs. The pace of her breathing quickened further, and the movement of her hips became more frantic. Once again, he leaned in close, his breath washing hot against her ear. “See what teasing gets you?” He mocked her, and she bit her tongue hard, holding back the growl of sound that threatened to break free. His lips brushed her cheek tenderly, a stark contrast to the ruthless play of fingers between her thighs, or the pinch his fingers delivered to her still exposed nipple. “Cum for me, minx.” He tugged at her tender nipple, and the painful pleasure of it sent her over the edge. She managed to keep herself quiet as the first rush of orgasm took her, instead stretching her mouth in a silent scream as her entire body arched up from the wall. Pleasure pounded through her, and she clawed at the bricks behind her, seeing purchase with her bare hands. She bucked and thrashed, but did it all silently, for his pleasure, though it made the intensity of the orgasm almost unbearable.

He brought her down slowly, fingers lending little teasing touches as he withdrew his hand, settling her moist panties back into place and letting her skirts fall. She shuddered with aftershocks as the panties settled into place, and again when her thighs met, and turned her cheek to press it against the cool bricks as she tried to slow her breathing. He kissed her breast and tucked it into her dress again, then paused to suckle at the fingers he’d had inside of her, tasting her. He traced those same fingers against her bottom lip, then pushed them into her mouth, his unrelenting gaze watching her every, smallest movement. She suckled at his fingers, her eyes rolling up to meet his, letting all of her hunger show. He pushed the tips of his fingers down against her tongue, and then withdrew his hand, reaching for hers. He curled her fingers against his cock, clearly outlined beneath the fabric of his pants. His expression of pleasure, and the roll of his hips against her touch, almost sent her over the edge again. He left her hand there, touching him, and leaned in, both of his hands settling flat against the wall on either side of her head. His eyes caught and held hers as he leaned closer, and then brushed his lips against hers in a searing kiss. His mouth claimed hers in the next moment, hard and hot and demanding. A moment of liquid heat, and then he pulled away with a soft, breathless laugh, removing her hand from the thick, swollen shape of his sex and stepping back. He held out his hand to her, and she took it, with only the slightest moment of hesitation. With a smooth flex of his arm, he pulled her away from the wall, and then turned her away from him. Her body still softly throbbing from recent pleasure, she couldn’t help but utter the softest of moans as he lifted her hair, and scraped his teeth against the nape of her neck. He laughed breathlessly again, and she bit her bottom lip, hiding a smile. And then, with a pat on her bottom and a gentle push, he eased her past the corner of the house, and stepped back into the shadows.

She glanced back over her shoulder, but he was already moving away to the gate that would take him to the front of the house. Putting the back of one hand to her flushed cheek, she looked up with alarm as the French doors opened, and several of the guests poured out into the cool evening. One of them smiled at her, looking curious, and she smiled back, hoping she didn’t look as flustered as she felt. Turning away, she reached up to capture one of the fragrant flowers, and plucked it free, settling it into the darkness of her hair. Gardenias. The smell of them was now inexorably entwined with the memory of his touch, and she would never smell them again without thinking of this evening.

1. Something, such as a material object or a nonsexual part of the body, that arouses sexual desire and may become necessary for sexual gratification.
2. An abnormally obsessive preoccupation or attachment; a fixation.

It's been a very stressful week, with one bright moment, and I'm glad that I was finally able to steal a bit of time this morning to write about it while my thoughts are still fresh. Tuesday night I stayed up way past my bedtime to attend the Two Knotty Boys rope class at Good Vibrations with Mister E., and it was so worth it. JD and Dan's banter was just as fun as it was in the Kink-E-Zine phone interview...better, even, because I could see their expressions...and I got to get tied up, which I've discovered I really, really enjoy. The highlight of my evening (in the class, anyway) was when I had my legs settled on Mister E's lap and JD came over and showed him how to wrap up my ankles nice and tight.

They were fantastic presenters, comfortable and very responsive to the audience's cries of "Can you show that tie one more time?" They cracked jokes while teaching practical application, with a healthy dose of safety thrown in for good measure. They worked as a tag team, one showing the tie, while the other went around and helped those in the class that were getting stuck. Still, I would definitely recommend going with a friend. Having two sets of eyes and ears at the class was very beneficial, because I was able to coax things along when I could see that Mister E. was stuck (unless I was stuck, too.) He told me at the end of the evening that I'm a very good teacher, patient and helpful without being condescending or bossy, which of course made me all kinds of giddy.

Despite his claim that he has trouble even tying his shoelaces, Mister E. is definitely interested in continuing his practice, much to my delight. He purchased the TKB book that night, and texted me yesterday morning to tell me that he practiced "Mr. Bondage Face" (the start of a knot that looks like a little face) that morning. He even has plans to custom dye some rope to make me a lovely rope corset...perhaps to be ready in time for Spanksgiving?

In my never ending quest to try new, kinky things, rope bondage has definitely made the list. The wrapping of it is so incredibly sensual. The pretty coils of rope made me feel pretty and vulnerable at the same time. Of course, I realize that being vulnerable to a tickling sadist definitely has its consequences...

Below is why I don't indulge in run of the mill cybersex, unless I want a good laugh *smile* If you want to see the kind of thing I am occasionally into, check this out:

http://callousedsoui.livejournal.com/4944.html

At the very least, I hope you enjoy the following as much as I did (note: I didn't write this, and this was not a real cybersex session, in case you can't tell.) 

Wellhung:

Hello, Sweetheart. What do you look like?

Sweetheart:

I am wearing a red silk blouse, a miniskirt and high heels. I work out every day, I'm toned and perfect. My measurements are 36-24-36. What do you look like?

Wellhung:

I'm 6'3" and about 12 stone pounds. I wear glasses and I have on a pair of blue sweat pants I just bought from C & A. I'm also wearing a T-shirt with a few spots of barbecue sauce on it from dinner...it smells funny.

Sweetheart:

I want you. Would you like to screw me?

Wellhung:

OK

Sweetheart:

We're in my bedroom. There's soft music playing on the stereo and candles on my dresser and night table. I'm looking up into your eyes, smiling. My hand works its way down to your crotch and begins to fondle your huge, swelling bulge.

Wellhung:

I'm gulping, I'm beginning to sweat.

Sweetheart:

I'm pulling up your shirt and kissing your chest.

Wellhung:

Now I'm unbuttoning your blouse. My hands are trembling.

Sweetheart:

I'm moaning softly.

Wellhung:

I'm taking hold of your blouse and sliding it off slowly.

Sweetheart:

I'm throwing my head back in pleasure. The cool silk slides off my warm skin. I'm rubbing your bulge faster, pulling and rubbing.

Wellhung:

My hand suddenly jerks spastically and accidentally rips a hole in your blouse. I'm sorry.

Sweetheart:

That's OK, it wasn't really too expensive.

Wellhung:

I'll pay for it.

Sweetheart:

Don't worry about it. I'm wearing a lacy black bra. My soft breasts are rising and falling, as I breathe harder and harder.

Wellhung:

I'm fumbling with the clasp on your bra. I think it's stuck. Do you have any scissors?

Sweetheart:

I take your hand and kiss it softly. I'm reaching back undoing the clasp. The bra slides off my body. The air caresses my breast. My nipples are erect for you.

Wellhung:

How did you do that? I'm picking up the bra and inspecting the clasp

Sweetheart:

I'm arching my back. Oh baby. I just want to feel your tongue all over me.

Wellhung:

I'm dropping the bra. Now I'm licking your, you know, breasts. They're neat!

Sweetheart:

I'm running my fingers through your hair. Now I'm nibbling your ear.

Wellhung:

I suddenly sneeze. Your breast are covered with spit and phlegm.

Sweetheart:

What?

Wellhung:

I'm so sorry; Really.

Sweetheart:

I'm wiping your phlegm off my breasts with the remains of my blouse.

Wellhung:

I'm taking the sopping wet blouse from you. I drop it with a plop

Sweetheart:

OK. I'm pulling your sweat pants down and rubbing your hard tool.

Wellhung:

I'm screaming like a woman. Your hands are cold! Yeeee!

Sweetheart:

I'm pulling up my miniskirt. Take off my panties.

Wellhung:

I'm pulling off your panties. My tongue is going all over, in and out nibbling on you...umm... wait a minute.

Sweetheart:

What's the matter?

Wellhung:

I've got a pubic hair caught in my throat. I'm choking.

Sweetheart:

Are you OK?

Wellhung:

I'm having a coughing fit. I'm turning all red.

Sweetheart:

Can I help?

Wellhung:

I'm running to the kitchen, choking wildly. I'm fumbling through the cabinets, looking for a cup. Where do you keep your cups?

Sweetheart:

In the cabinet to the right of the sink.

Wellhung:

I'm drinking a cup of water. There, that's better.

Sweetheart:

Come back to me, lover.

Wellhung:

I'm washing the cup now.

Sweetheart:

I'm on the bed aching for you.

Wellhung:

I'm drying the cup. Now I'm putting it back in the cabinet. And now I'm walking back to the bedroom. Wait, it's dark, I'm lost. Where's the bedroom?

Sweetheart:

Last door on the left at the end of the hall.

Wellhung:

I found it.

Sweetheart:

I'm tuggin' off your pants. I'm moaning. I want you so badly.

Wellhung:

Me too.

Sweetheart:

Your pants are off. I kiss you passionately-our naked bodies pressing each other.

Wellhung:

Your face is pushing my glasses into my face. It hurts.

Sweetheart:

Why don't you take off your glasses?

Wellhung:

OK, but I can't see very well without them. I place the glasses on the night table.

Sweetheart:

I'm bending over the bed. Give it to me, baby!

Wellhung:

I have to pee. I'm fumbling my way blindly across the room and toward the bathroom.

Sweetheart:

Hurry back, lover.

Wellhung:

I find the bathroom and it's dark. I'm feeling around for the toilet. I lift the lid.

Sweetheart:

I'm waiting eagerly for your return.

Wellhung:

I'm done going. I'm feeling around for the flush handle, but I can't find it. Uh-oh!

Sweetheart:

What's the matter now?

Wellhung:

I've realized that I've peed into your laundry hamper. Sorry again. I'm walking back to the bedroom now, blindly feeling my way.

Sweetheart:

Mmm, yes. Come on.

Wellhung:

OK, now I'm going to put my...you know ...thing...in your...you know...woman's thing.

Sweetheart:

Yes! Do it, baby! Do it!

Wellhung:

I'm touching your smooth butt. It feels so nice. I kiss your neck. Umm, I'm having a little trouble here.

Sweetheart:

I'm moving my ass back and forth, moaning. I can't stand it another second! Slide in! Screw me now!

Wellhung:

I'm flaccid.

Sweetheart:

What?

Wellhung:

I'm limp. I can't sustain an erection.

Sweetheart:

I'm standing up and turning around; an incredulous look on my face.

Wellhung:

I'm shrugging with a sad look on my face, my weiner all floppy. I'm going to get my glasses and see what's wrong.

Sweetheart:

No, never mind. I'm getting dressed. I'm putting on my underwear. Now I'm putting on my wet nasty blouse.

Wellhung:

No wait! Now I'm squinting, trying to find the night table. I'm feeling along the dresser, knocking over cans of hair spray, picture frames and your candles.

Sweetheart:

I'm buttoning my blouse. Now I'm putting on my shoes.

Wellhung:

I've found my glasses. I'm putting them on. My God! One of your candles fell on the curtain. The curtain is on fire! I'm pointing at it, a shocked look on my face.

Sweetheart:

Go to hell. I'm logging off, you loser!

Wellhung:

Now the carpet is on fire! Oh noooo!

I've posted part one of a story I've been writing for a special someone on my livejournal. Below is an excerpt. To read the rest, ask me for the url (I'd post it, but then I wouldn't know if anyone was actually reading this stuff, except for the few people that write to tell me they've enjoyed it.)

---------- Darkness:

"You…you won’t get away with this.” It was a weak protest at best, especially since her body was leaning heavily against his, and her hand was resting gently on his wrist..

Just a teaser of one of my stories...for a link to the full fantasy, drop me a note. Any kind of comments are more than welcome.