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Quirky Quickies Volume 2

Stacy Warren

Quirky Quickies -Volume 2

By Stacy Warren

Copyright 2020 Stacy Warren

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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To my “best friend until the end” Lisa, who continually provides emotional and guidance into the indie publishing world, listening to me moan and groan and complain along the way. To my “Wild Mom Friends” whom I have seen less of because of this pandemic, but help me brainstorm ideas anyway. To my kiddo, who finds it hard to believe I can write “that many words” when I tell her I wrote 2,000 words today. Here’s to hoping I have more of those kinds of days and less 0 word days.

Table of Contents Red Room Rendezvous Halloween Hijinx Were Me Out Extra Terrestrial Tongue Tempestuous Time Travel Fangtastic Fantasy Out of This World Orgasm Gushing About Stacy Warren Other Titles by Stacy Warren

Red Room Rendezvous

When Hunter awoke, he had no idea where he was or how he got there. Looking at the room, there was red all around him. Red walls, red ceiling, red curtains… strange. It wasn’t a bedroom or a living room. He was lying on a sleeping bag on the floor. His head was pounding like a drum in a high school marching band. He ed he had gone out with Amanda for dinner and to a bar afterward. He had hit the shots pretty hard, but he didn’t think he drank any more than he normally did. Did she put something in one of my drinks? Why would she? She knows I’m ready, willing, and more than able. He wracked his throbbing brain for answers to these questions. There was a light knocking at the door. “Hunter, are you awake?” He wasn’t sure if he should answer her or not, should he be afraid or was this just something kinky? What would she do if he didn’t answer? Would she come in to check on him? Would she just let him be, figuring he was still sleeping? His curiosity got the better of him. “Yeah, Amanda, I’m awake.” Amanda walked into the red room, naked as the day she was born. Her beautiful wavy red hair resting on top of her curvy ass cheeks, she was a sight to behold. She was carrying a tray with a cup of coffee, a glass of water, and a bottle of aspirin. Well, at least she isn’t going to be cruel to me, he thought as she knelt down beside him. Hunter carefully sat up, and the room spun a bit. Focusing on the far corner for a few seconds, he was able to see straight. His mouth felt like an arid desert and his lips were chapped. He gratefully took the class of water. He wanted to chug it but decided small sips would probably be a better idea. He definitely didn’t want to embarrass himself by puking on her. “Here you go, have a few aspirins for your headache.” “Thanks.” Taking the pills from her, he placed them carefully in his sore mouth and took another small swig of water. “What time is it and what happened last night?” It wasn’t like him not to be able to things. He never had a problem holding his liquor and actually had

quite a reputation for drinking others under the table. Amanda wondered briefly what she should tell him. Could he handle the truth, or would he go running for the hills? She really liked him but didn’t know him well enough to guess how he would react. Maybe she could distract him for now and tell him later? She decided that was the best tactic. She set the tray down, bending at the waist and making sure her ass was pointed toward him. She heard his brief intake of breath and knew her plan was going to work. She turned and sauntered toward him. Since he was still sitting on the sleeping bag, she straddled him, putting her knees on either side of his thighs. She put her hands on his muscled shoulders and leaned in to give him a kiss. Surprisingly, he didn’t pull away from her, and she deepened the kiss. Hunter wrapped his arms around her and drew her closer to him. Hunter was slightly upset that she didn’t answer his questions, but he wasn’t going to complain about a sexy woman coming onto him. Her skin was pale and smooth as satin. Her silky red hair brushed his arms as he drew her into him. Sitting on him as she was, she had to feel his immediate reaction. He moved his hands from her back and brought them around to her perky breasts. Her nipples pebbled under his palms. Amanda broke their kiss and arched into him. He slowly rolled her nipples simultaneously and a sigh of contentment escaped her parted lips. Hunter leaned down and captured one nipple in his mouth. It didn’t hurt his lips as bad as he thought it would. Sucking gently and swirling his tongue, he worked her into a frenzy by alternating his attention to each breast. Amanda looked at him with a wicked glint in her emerald green eyes. She leaned to one side of him and ripped the sleeping bag away. He was naked underneath, and she bent in half to take him into her mouth. He leaned back and braced himself on his elbows to give her better access. Amanda worked him like he’d never had before. She slowly slid her mouth up and down his entire length. She paused briefly at the top and swirled the head of his dick and right back down she went. Her suction was perfect, and she kept her teeth covered. She started messaging his balls while she deep-throated him. If she didn’t stop soon, he was going to cum in her pretty little mouth. She loved being able to make men come undone with the ministrations of her

mouth, but he stopped her short. She was sad because she wanted to taste all of him; she worked hard for that opportunity. Hunter sat back up and took her hands and pulled her toward him. He made her sit astride him like when she first decided to make this sexual instead of conversation. With her legs parted, he was able to slip his finger into her. She was slick and ready for him. He worked his finger in and out of her, priming her more than she already was. Then his thumb found her clit, and it was almost her undoing. They were so hot for each other; it seemed the red room was going to catch on fire. She took his throbbing dick and slid it home. The feeling was so intense she had to savor the feeling for a moment. Wanting to be in control again, she gently pushed against his chest so he would lie down. She scraped her fingernails over his nipples and started riding him at the same time. Amanda started slowly and rhythmically, and when she couldn’t stand it anymore, she leaned over him. She raised her ass as far up as she could without letting him fall out and then would sink all the way down on him. Time and time again she did this and then changed so that she was pushing back against him so she could hit her clit just right. He splayed his hands across her ass cheeks, massaging and caressing and she exploded around him. She squeezed her eyes shut to experience the orgasm to its fullest. Hunter rolled them both over without losing the connection and did the same tortuous maneuver to her. In and out as slowly as possible and all the way to the edge where it felt like he was going to fall out, then back in again. Every once in a while, he would pull out the whole way and slid his dick up and push it against her clit. The feeling was exquisite. He must not have been able to hold out any longer. His pace became frantic, and he pounded into her as hard as he could. She erupted again, and that was his undoing. He slammed home one final time, and quivered with his own orgasm. He collapsed on top of Amanda. Damn, that was the best sex he’d had in a long time. His head wasn’t aching anymore, and he felt completely at peace. He rolled off of her, not wanting to crush her. She quickly got up and left the room. Oh great, she didn’t think it was as good as I thought it was, he thought to himself. A few minutes later she returned fully dressed and carrying his clothes from last night. She handed them to him and went over to pick up the tray.

“Amanda, did I do something wrong?” “No, not at all. That was awesome, I’m just hungry.” And she didn’t want to explain anything to him if she didn’t have to. If he stuck around, he would find out soon enough that she didn’t eat food. However, she wasn’t ready to tell him her bloodsucking secret. “Oh, okay. Do you want to go out for breakfast?” “You can go get something for yourself if you would like. I’m on a special diet.” She wondered if he would ask her a million questions. She hoped not, she didn’t feel like explaining it all at this point. They had just reconnected after not seeing each other for several years and it might be quite awkward. “Um, okay...are you sure there isn’t anything I can bring you?” Hunter thought about last night. She had ordered food, but she mostly picked at it. That made him mad; he liked his women with curves and wanted to be able to enjoy meals with them. Why was society so harsh? He figured it was safer not to push the issue. If they continued to see each other and got to know each other, maybe she would trust him. *** Hunter returned after running down the street to a nearby coffee shop. It was actually afternoon, so he had to settle for lunch. He didn’t want this to be awkward, but he really wanted to spend more time with her. Gently knocking on her door, he wondered if she would let him in. She opened the door with a wicked grin and a glint to her eyes. She had changed her clothes. She was wearing one of those little black negligees. It had spaghetti straps and delicate looking lace covering her breasts. He focused on the hard pink nipples peeking through. She reached out, grabbed his shirt front, and dragged him into the living room. The outfit had a trim little skirt and straps for garters which were attached to silky black thigh-high stockings. Hunter mindlessly shut the front door as she motioned for him to follow her. Apparently, she wasn’t ready for this little encounter to be over just yet either. All of a sudden he was hungry again, but not for food. He wanted Amanda more than a hormonal teenager. When she turned for him to follow, he noticed she had on a black thong. The skinny little piece disappeared between her perfect ass

cheeks. He thought she looked less pale than she had earlier. Whatever she ate must have agreed with her. Walking down a dark hallway, he realized that he didn’t any of this from last night. There were antique sepia-colored portraits hanging on the walls. He couldn’t get a good look at them. It was cloudy out, and she hadn’t turned on any lights. The dimness of the house added to the allure of the illicit things they were going to do to each other. She led him back to the red room. She must have been busy while he was gone. There was now kitchen chair and an oversized ottoman. He couldn’t help but wonder what she was up to, but he was certainly game. Amanda reached for the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it up over his head. Leaning forward, she swirled her tongue once around each nipple. Then she grabbed the button on his jeans. Quickly undoing it and his zipper, she slowly slid his pants down his legs. He carefully stepped out. She got on her knees and grabbed the band of his underwear with her teeth. She had to lean back to get them down over his bulging erection. She let go, and the band snapped back just underneath his balls, pushing his package up slightly. Her mouth was hot as she took him in deep. She reached behind and raked her fingernails over his ass cheeks while sliding up and down his length. He couldn’t help tangling his fingers in her luxurious auburn hair. He slowly worked her head back and forth, careful not to be too forceful. What she was doing was exquisite. Fast, then slow, then just paying attention to the swollen head, then deep throating; he couldn’t begin to know what she was going to do next. But he had to stop her, he wanted to taste her again and cum inside her velvety vagina. He made her stop, and she looked up at him longingly and he thought he saw a brief flash of disappointment. Maybe later, he’d let her finish him off so he could find out if she would swallow or not. He took her hand and had her lie down on the ottoman. Her long hair fell over the edge and touched the floor. He slid her bottom toward the edge and kneeled down. Removing her thong, he found she was already slick and hot for him. He pushed her legs farther apart and opened her outer pussy lips with his fingers. Holding her open, he plunged his tongue inside, lapping at her delicious arousal. He stopped to nip her clit, and she jerked under him. He continued this for as long as

he could stand it. Hunter grabbed her legs and put them on his shoulders and drove home. She screamed out his name, and he continued his relentless pounding. Hard and fast was how it was going to be this time. He worked both of them to the edge and then stopped. He leaned down on top of her, breathing heavy. Amanda wasn’t sure what he was up to, but she almost couldn’t stand the anticipation. She liked that he was being rough with her. It was so hot and unexpected. Slowly getting up, his hands found her breasts. He had neglected them briefly. He laved her nipples through the lace; he was tempted to see if he could make her climax like that but stopped again. Taking both her hands, he helped her get up. He sat down on the chair, spun her around, and had her straddle him reverse cowgirl. Cupping her breasts as she rode him, he inhaled the tantalizing fragrance of her hair. Suddenly he twisted on her nipples and she climaxed long and hard, panting in ecstasy. Her clenching muscles sent him over the edge, his hot cum filling her to overflowing. Amanda fell back against him in utter exhaustion. After a few minutes to regain a sense of normalcy, Hunter said, “Why don’t we go lay on the sleeping bag?” “That sounds like a lovely idea,” she murmured. Hunter straightened it out, allowing her to crawl in first. He crawled in behind her, fitting her ass snug against his groin and caressed her arm. They fell into an exhausted slumber a few minutes later. The last thought on Amanda’s mind was the conflict of whether she should confess to him that she was a vampire. ∞∞∞

Halloween Hijinx

Hayley rushed around the apartment scooping up pieces of the costume she hastily discarded last night after trying to figure out what to wear for the Halloween costume party at her friend’s favorite watering hole. They had so many categories to pick from, it shouldn’t have been a difficult choice. Halloween was her favorite holiday and had been for as long as she could . Back in her bedroom, she flopped onto the bed, placing her black stockinged feet into her sexy thigh-high boots. She never wore them outside of the house, they were for bedroom purposes only, but as a sexy witch they would come in handy. Looking in her full-length mirror one final time she made sure the girls were properly covered. The wide, low v-necked body suit was something else she never wore in public. Smoothing a few microscopic wrinkles from the crushed velvet red over black skirt, she turned one final time, iring the view. She was in it to win it, as they say. Just try not to think how revealing it is and you’ll be fine. Hell, after a few drinks, it won’t even cross your mind anymore. Hayley pulled out her phone. The Uber driver was only two minutes away. She plunked the pointy witch hat on her head and grabbed her skull purse. With one final glance around the apartment checking all the lights were turned off, she went outside to wait on her ride. As the car pulled up, her friend Elise cat-called out the window, barely giving it time to open fully. Laughing, Hayley went around to the other side and got in. “Damn girl! You look fine with a capital F. “Thank you. I was afraid it might be too sexy to wear to a bar full of drunken guys.” “Nonsense. You know how to handle yourself and we will be there with you. Just imagine what you can do with the money if you win. Not to mention, you could probably have any dude you wanted, you’ve had quite the dry spell.”

“Very funny, Elise…dry spell…you always did like lame jokes.” “Hey, can’t help it, and you love me for it,” she said with a wink. They giggled until their sides hurt and they were out of breath over goofy little things always happened when they were together. The car pulled up in front of the night club. Quickly wiping tears from their eyes, they hopped out ready to party. The club was decked out with Tiki torches, black lights, spider webs, and an ominous-looking casket. Strolling to the entrance, they scanned the crowd looking for Sandy who was meeting them there. They found her off to the right, dressed as Little Red Riding Hood. Her long auburn hair curled gracefully out from under her hooded cape. She even had a picnic basket with a red and white checked napkin hanging out one side. The sexy category was going to have a lot of competition. Elise was dressed as Elvira, complete with a shiny black wig, blood red lipstick, fishnet stockings, and hooker heels. “Look at you guys! Are we going to rock this party or what?” Sandy asked as she slid in between her besties, putting her arms around their waists guiding them toward the door. “Good evening, ladies,” the bouncer greeted them. “Your cover charge has been paid for by another patron; please enjoy your time here.” “Thanks!” all three replied basically in unison. “Wonder who did that for us?” Hayley asked. “Yeah, me too. I’ll be on the lookout all night trying to pinpoint our generous guest,” Elise said. “Oh well, that just means more money for drinks…that is if we have to end up paying for them,” Sandy chuckled. “Like that will happen.” They navigated away from the throng of people right inside the door and found an open table close to the stage and staked their claim. A waitress dressed as a pirate came by to get their orders. Playing it safe, they ordered a few appetizers

to share so they wouldn’t be drinking on an empty stomach. She ired the decorations and costumes of others while they waited for their food. The pirate returned with a pitcher of water, nachos, cheeseburger sliders, and French fries. When they were done eating, they ed for the costume contest and ordered their first round of drinks. The lights dimmed, the music got louder, and bodies filled the dance floor. “Good evening, ladies and ghouls. Are we having a good time?” Hayley ed the crowd and yelled back at the DJ, getting bumped around by the throng of people surrounding her. “Glad to hear it! Let’s get this party started. First up for the costume contest, we will have the funniest category. All those entered make your way to the stage, please.” The music faded back in as everyone watched the participants climb the steps and walk the stage. Some stopped with antics in the middle of the stage, trying to better their chances. “Let’s give them a round of applause,” the DJ announced. “Next up, let’s have the scariest costumes. Show us the things our nightmares are made of,” he said with an evil laugh. The parade of entrants crossed the stage. There was the crypt keeper, a vampire with dripping bloody fangs, a giant hissing spider with hairy legs, a zombie with rotted ragged clothes, and too many others to keep track of. The girls tried to fill out their score cards accordingly. That was the big fun of it; everyone who entered was allowed to judge the others. “Finally, the category we have all been impatiently waiting for…sexiest!” The crowd went wild, whistling, screaming, and clapping. “Showtime, ladies.” Hayley nervously grasped her friends’ hands, and they made their way to the stage. “I’m not going first…I don’t even know if I want to anymore,” she lamented. “Oh, come on, it’s a whole five seconds and then you are done,” Sandy replied.

“Move it!” Elise demanded, “We are holding up the line.” Sandy sauntered up the stairs, working it the best she could. She skipped across the stage singing “Hi ho, hi ho, off to Grandma’s house I go.” The crowd roared with laughter. “Your turn, Hayley, if you got it, flaunt it! You know you need the money.” Hayley tilted her witch hat slightly to the side, careful not to let it fall off as she walked. She stopped center stage, took a deep breath, and pointed her finger at the zombie who had just walked the stage. “Double, double toil and trouble, fire burn and cauldron bubble, buy me a drink or I’ll turn you into rubble,” she cackled as she walked off the stage. The crowd parted from the zombie and laughed as the spotlight shone on him. As Elise walked up the steps, the DJ cued up “Elvira” by the Oakridge Boys. She acted surprised and blew the crowd kisses as she leaned over showing off her ample cleavage. “Thank you everyone. There was a lot of time and effort put into these costumes. Please tally your votes and turn them in by 9:30. Stay tuned, we have more fun planned.” He cued up Thriller by Michael Jackson, and everyone went back to dancing. “Oh my God! Did you see they put the spotlight on the zombie? I just winged it and thought it would go well since zombies usually fall apart.” “That was awesome! We killed it up there. I think the three of us need to vote for each other but all the same way, so we don’t count against ourselves,” Sandy suggested. “Yes! I agree,” Elise chimed in. “Hayley gets first, Sandy gets second, and I get third.” Hayley tried to protest, but her friends stopped her. They knew her financial situation and were willing to help any way they could. As they were filling out their forms, the zombie approached their table. He placed a small handful of dirt in the center. “I guess I better go buy you that drink, it looks like your spell is already

working.” He stiffly walked toward the bar, playing the part expertly. “Ha! What a great way to pick up a guy. I’ll have to that,” Elise giggled. Walking distedly, the zombie returned with three beers and a mixed drink. “A ‘Witches Tit’ for the witch who cursed me and beers for her lovely friends. Hopefully, the wicked witch will get to know me and reverse the curse. My name is Garrett.” “Thank you, Garrett.” Hayley took a cautious sip of her drink. “You guys need to try this! It’s awesome.” She plucked the cherry off before ing it to her friends. Feeling slightly brazen, she stuck her tongue out and licked the cream off the cherry, before sucking it into her mouth, popping it off the stem. “Kahlua is my favorite, and I’ve never tried this before. My name is Hayley, this is Sandy, and Elise.” “Nice to meet you ladies, do you mind if I borrow your friend for a dance?” ‘Come With Me Now’ by the Kongos began playing. Sandy and Elise nodded enthusiastically as he started singing, offering Hayley his hand. “Garrett seems like an okay guy,” Sandy said with a pointed look toward the dance floor. “Kinda cute under the makeup too,” Elise winked. “She needs some fun once in a while, she’s been so stressed trying to get her degree, working to survive and pay for her loans. I hope she lets loose tonight.” After several hours of dancing, Halloween games, and drinking, the DJ finally announced the contest winners. “Funniest award goes to Jay and Silent Bob. Scariest award goes to Freddy Krueger. And last but not least, the Sexiest award goes to the wicked witch. Please go to the office to claim your prizes. Second place winners, you can pick up your free cover charge vouchers from the bouncer. They will go toward your next visit. The runners up will be shown on the screen, and you can claim your free food or drinks at the bar.” The music thumped back to life, calling the

dancers once again to the floor. Garrett approached their table with more drinks. “Congratulations to the sexiest woman in the room,” he said as he ed out the drinks. “Thanks, Garrett. Sorry you didn’t win too.” “It’s okay, Hayley. It wasn’t too much effort for me and I had a good time. Any chance this spell will go away anytime soon?” He said as he brushed a little more dirt onto the table with a grin. With a wave of her hand in his direction, Hayley chanted, “Abra cadabra, bibble bobble, audioop undo.” “That didn’t sound very persuasive to me,” Garrett chuckled. “It’ll work… at the stroke of midnight, I promise.” “Oh, I get stroked at midnight? I can deal with that.” “Um, that wasn’t exactly what I said,” Hayley stammered. “No, I know that’s not what you said, but that’s what I heard…would you like to go home with me?” Fanning her heated face, Hayley shook her head no and watched disappointment fall over Garrett’s expression. Sandy elbowed her in the ribs, causing her to squeak in protest. Elise kicked her in the shin, making her groan in pain. Her wonderful friends were making this even more difficult. Garrett was cute and had been a total gentleman all evening. It just wasn’t her gig to jump into bed with a stranger. “I’m really sorry, Garrett. I just don’t do that sort of thing.” Hayley replied. “I totally understand and it was terribly forward of me to even suggest it. I had more fun tonight than I’ve had in an eternity and I just didn’t want it to end. Thanks for a great time.” He turned and stiffly walked away. “What is wrong with you?” Sandy asked with total confusion.

“You know I don’t jump into bed with just anyone, why start now?” “Um, because he was hot. And sweet and tried to befriend all of us, rather than drag you away and ruin our evening. That’s rare with most guys these days,” Elise said with a shrug. “Come on, it’s been so long since you had a guy in your bed. You’ve been studying and working so hard. Live a little girlfriend,” Sandy nodded in Garrett’s direction, “Go get him,” “You guys are right, who says it will just be a one-night stand? It could be the start of a great relationship.” Pushing away from the table, she grabbed her purse and went after Garrett. Walking up behind him, she hesitated briefly, took a fortifying breath, and tapped his shoulder. “I had fun tonight and I shouldn’t have been so quick with my answer, my friends convinced me of the error of my ways.” “Those are some pretty good friends you have. You’ll have to thank them for me,” he said with a laugh. He took her hand in his warm one and leading her outside into the fresh air. Hayley took a much-needed deep breath, she hadn’t realized how stuffy the club had been. “The Uber should be here shortly,” Garrett said, putting his phone back in his pocket. She shivered in the chill of the evening, then Garrett was there rubbing her arms. She took a small step back and leaned into him for additional warmth. Hayley felt him grow hard against her ass, a sigh escaping her parted lips as he massaged her shoulders. She was turning to putty in his skilled hands, his warm breath fanned the side of her neck. Her nipples tightened in anticipation when Garrett’s lips skimmed the sensitive skin below her ear sending shockwaves through her. The intense moment was shattered as his phone chimed alerting them to the arrival of the driver. “To be continued.” Garrett gave her a quick kiss and opened the door for her.

She slid over to the center seat, fastened her seatbelt, and waited for him to her. He stiffly climbed in the car and she began to wonder if he really had some medical issue rather than playing a part. If he did, she felt bad for him, but also happy because he chose to turn it into a positive with his costume. “Where were we, Hayley?” “Right here,” she whispered as she slid her hand up his muscular thigh toward his straining cock. The denim barely contained his excitement; she stroked him gently, his jeans creating a warming friction against her hand. His hand slid into her plunging neckline, cupping her breast, running his thumb over her nipple. Thankful they were on a dark street, she hoped the driver couldn’t see anything in the rear-view mirror. The car slowed to a stop and she had a slight moment of hesitation when it ed in her muddled head that they had arrived at Garrett’s house and what she was about to do with a near perfect stranger. Oh, hell, carpe diem, you only live once! Garrett, the perfect gentleman, came around, opened her door, and offered her his hand. As she stood up straight, he brought her hand to his mouth, grazing it with a kiss and led her away so the driver could leave. Hand in hand, he led her up the sidewalk where a motion light kicked on. Garrett turned to her with a solemn expression, “Hayley, I just want you to know, I’ve never done anything like this before. I’m not a typical guy who goes to the bar to pick up the flavor of the week. In fact, it’s been quite a while since I’ve even been on a date. I’m a little, shall we say, rusty?” “Oh, Garrett…Thank you for your honesty. I’m in exactly the same boat as you. Haven’t been on a date in forever and don’t usually hop into random guys’ beds. There was just something about you that compelled me to throw caution to the wind just this once.” Grateful for her mega heels, she was eye to eye with him and saw the emotion swimming there as she leaned in for a scorching kiss, offering her consent. Long breathless moments later, he pulled his keys from his pocket and promptly fumbled them to the ground. Chuckling, she bent to retrieve them for him, making a pit stop on the way. As she started to stand, she was eye-level with his bulging hardness and couldn’t resist rubbing her face against it. Turning her head, she ran her mouth up the length, hoping he could feel her hot breath

through the unforgiving fabric. A tortured groan was all the answer she needed. Pleased with herself, she finally stood up straight and handed him the almost forgotten keys. “Follow me, Ms. Wicked Witch, it’s almost the stroke of midnight.” Giggling at the reminder, she followed him inside. He hung his keys on a hook by the door, and she followed suit and hung her purse there as well. She followed him down the hall to his bedroom. He gestured for her to sit on the blanket chest. He knelt down and unzipped her boots with excruciating slowness. Garrett then kissed his way from her ankle to her ticklish knees, causing her to involuntarily kick him. “Boy, you are wicked in more ways the one, witch. You nearly incapacitated me for this little adventure. We don’t want that now do we?” She shook her head no, and he continued the journey from her knees to the hem of her skirt, keeping his eyes locked on hers. He leaned forward and licked from the tip of the v-neck to her collarbone, making her breakout in goose bumps, tightening her nipples to stiff little pebbles. He tried to lift her shirt with no success. “Is this thing sewn fast?” “No, it’s a body suit, allow me.” She wiggled out of the skirt, letting it drop to the floor, then turned and placed one stockinged foot on the blanket chest and opened the snaps at the crotch. She pulled it over her head and tossed it on the floor. Garrett stood behind her, bending her over the chest, and pressed his hard dick against her ass while cupping her breasts with her nipples between his fingers. He’d push against her and slide his hands from the middle of her chest out, creating a unique sensation. “Okay, enough with the teasing. The rest of these clothes have got to disappear.” She rubbed her ass side to side against him, and then turned around. Grabbing the hem of his ragged, dirty shirt, she pulled it off, revealing a well-muscled chest. She tongued his nipple as she undid the button to his well-worn jeans. She tongued the other nipple and lowered the zipper. He pushed the jeans down his lean hips, and she captured his hard cock in her hand. “What time is it, Garrett?” Applying gentle pressure at the base, she moved up

his length caressing the head with her thumb. “11:59, Your Wickedness.” She worked her hand back down, feeling the velvety softness in stark contrast to his eager hardness. Coming back up, she twisted her hand slightly and mimicked his earlier move by splitting her fingers around the swollen head. She took his balls in her other hand, kneading them, causing him to suck in a ragged breath. “That’s enough, witch. I can’t, I won’t be able to…ugh, and that’s not how this is supposed to work. Hayley, don’t you know, as a zombie, I’m supposed to wander the earth and torment the living, not the other way around.” He helped her to a standing position, and his lips found hers. Nipping and tugging, finally his tongue snaked inside, making her weak in the knees. He removed the stockings slowly and deliberately, using caution around her knees. She held onto his broad shoulders, removing first one foot then the other. Garrett kissed from her navel back up, sucking in a nipple and biting gently as his fingers found her wetness. Garrett went straight to her center, inserting his finger as far as it would go, pressing his palm against her sensitive nub. He withdrew slowly, pushing forward again. He did the split fingers on either side of her throbbing clit, squeezing them together to apply pressure, sliding slowly back and forth. His free hand kneading her ass cheek, his wet tongue lapping her nipple sent her over the edge and electric current shot through her when he pinched her clit, causing her to scream out in abandon. “That was amazing, I’ve never felt anything like that before.” “It is my pleasure to give you pleasure,” he murmured, pulling her to the bed. She sat on the edge of the bed and he playfully pushed her backward. On his knees in front of her, he said, “You are so wet, Hayley.” Garrett dipped his tongue and circled the outer edges, laving top to bottom and back again, plunging deep, driving her insane with his meticulous work. She was slightly disappointed when he pulled away.

He stood and pulled her legs toward him, wrapping them around his waist as he finally sunk his cock into her. He anchored her to him with his strong arms, causing his muscles to flex and bulge. Once again, killing her with the slowness of his pace, he would slide in, bottom out, and pull back on the verge of falling out and sink back in, building the pressure inside her. Fisting the blanket in her hands, he released one leg and frantically rubbed her clit, shooting her over the edge. Stars were floating behind her eyelids, she felt her internal muscles contracting around him, as she felt him explode his release within her. He thrust deep one final time then went still. He withdrew, leaving an aching emptiness within her. She wiggled around until she was laying the right way on the bed. He lay down beside her, pulling her into his warm embrace. His gray eyes darkened as she fixed his wayward hair. “What kind of makeup did you use tonight? It’s not smudged at all and we had quite a few heated lip locks…among other things.” “That’s the thing…it’s not makeup. Don’t be alarmed, but I am an actual zombie. I’m cursed to walk the earth for eternity, to torture the living. The spell was cast over 100 years ago. Lucky for me I’ve ‘aged’ well because the witch preserved me with embalming fluid. She had ulterior motives and wanted me to be her own little sex toy, but I managed to escape her lair.” “Sex toy, huh? I can confirm she had a good plan there. It was pretty damn amazing.” “I have to it that was the best sex I ever had, living or dead,” he replied with a chuckle. Pushing on his shoulder to have him on his back, she straddled him, rubbing herself against him, bringing his dick back to life…what an irony that was…if she were to believe anything he just told her, alcohol does strange things to people…but she would take what she could get in this very moment and figure the rest out later. Halloween was over, which meant his ‘act’ should be over. But all that took too much brain power and right now she was sorely lacking brain power. There was a time and place for everything and now was not the time… ∞∞∞

Were Me Out

Walking hand in hand with my boyfriend along the ocean’s edge, iring the reflection of the full moon on the rippling waves, I was lost in the peacefulness of our surroundings. For as long as I could . I’d had a special connection with nature and the moon cycle. Then for a school assignment we had to look up the meaning and origin of our names. Cynthia is the Greek goddess of the moon. So many things clicked into place with that realization, even if the name was something beautiful that my mom just liked the sound of. Enjoying the fireflies blinking around me, I was startled as something dark rushed past me, and I felt the skirt of my sundress ruffle in the breeze. Straining my eyes, I could make out a form running in the water. It was just a dog. It must have gotten away from its owner. It wasn’t a serial killer out to get me. Taking a deep, calming breath, I realized I needed to stop watching so much crime TV. Suddenly the dog bolted straight toward me, teeth bared in a snarl, looking like it might kill me. I fell over backward in my haste to get away from it. Frozen with panic, I sat there and stared wide eyed at the scene before me. My boyfriend, Sebastian, had shifted to his werewolf form and was slowly circling the offender. With hackles raised, sharp white teeth protruding in the darkness, he growled low then sprung for the attack. He wasted no time, going right for the jugular. I knew it would be a vicious display of anger and blood if the dog tried to fight back. Sebastian was very powerful and agile. A frantic scream escaped me, and I squeezed my eyes closed. I had no doubt who would win this battle, and I couldn’t watch the other animal die. Realizing where we were, I forced myself to take several deep breaths in an effort to calm down. No more screaming. If someone heard me and came to offer help, then Sebastian’s secret would be out. He’d instantly go from hunter to hunted and they would try to kill him. Clenching my jaw, I was able to control myself when I heard a pained yelp. Too afraid to look, I rolled on my side and curled into the fetal position, keeping my eyes closed.

Feeling warm breath panting on my neck, I stiffened. Something terrible must have happened to Sebastian. My stomach muscles contracted painfully and hot tears sprang to my eyes. But my survival instincts took over and I pulled my hands up as quickly as I could to block it. Even though I knew it probably wouldn’t be an effective way to slow the creature down. It was going to rip out my throat if my hands were in the way or not. Instead of sharp fangs tearing into me, I felt human lips kissing me. What the hell? Am I losing my mind? Popping one eye open while holding my breath with a giant knot in my throat, I looked up into molten brown eyes. Those eyes looked familiar; I lowered my gaze to take in the rest of the face belonging to the eyes. “Sebastian, where’s that huge dog?” I cried, panic still surging through my veins. I twisted my head side to side, looking for the attack animal. There’s no way it just wandered off. I pushed at his shoulders so he would get out of my way so I could get up and scan my surroundings. Hastily brushing the sand from my backside, I slowly turned, taking in the immediate area. There was no sign of the dog. What did it do, vanish into thin air? Taking another calming breath, I tried smoothing my hair back into place while brushing wet sand off my head. “That wasn’t a dog, that was Kong…the leader of the rival pack,” he replied with a nasty curl of his lip. “Apparently, he wants what I have with you. He’s been searching for a mate for years with no success.” Sebastian replied, looking down at the ground. He retrieved the clothing that was shed when he shifted and got dressed. Finally, what Sebastian was saying sunk into my rattled brain. All this was over me and he saved me from being taken away. Grasping his chin, I forced him to look at me. “Why didn’t you tell me this before? Where you afraid I’d overreact?” “No, it’s not that. I just didn’t want you to live in constant fear when I wasn’t with you protecting you. There’s been a long-standing feud between our packs and Kong probably thought if he took you, he could set a trap to kill me, which would in his mind make his pack supreme.”

Sebastian leaned his forehead against mine, gently caressing my bare arms with comion. “I’m sorry. I solemnly promise won’t keep important things from you again. You are strong and brave, and that’s why we are destined to be together forever. Let me make it up to you, sweetie,” he said, pulling me closer. He began kissing along my exposed collarbone. Sebastian continued to follow the bone across and up my neck, sucking delicately on my pulse point, sending all rational thoughts scattering in the wind. His greedy hand found its way into my top, giving a gentle squeeze before exposing my breast to his hungry mouth. My hand cupped the back of his head, my fingers sliding through his soft midnight black hair. I gripped his hair, pulling him away, leaving my wet nipple to pucker in the slight ocean breeze. I met his lips with my own, which he eagerly parted to allow me access. As my tongue dipped in against his, I tasted peanut butter; the brat had ice cream without me! He pulled away, sucking on my bottom lip momentarily, then returned to my neglected nipple. Sebastian snuck his hand under my dress while continuing to suck and bite on my nipple. When he found I was bare underneath, he released my nipple in shock as he pulled back to look at me. “What?” I asked haughtily. “It was dark out and I knew we weren’t going to walk far. When we got back to the room, well, I had some ideas how to spend the rest our night together. I just wasn’t expecting to be ambushed by a rival creature of the night.” With a laugh, he bent down and pushed his shoulder against my stomach, lifting me up in a most un-lady like manner. “Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” I screeched as I playfully pummeled his ass with my closed fists. “I am not a sack of potatoes.” He smoothed my dress down over my ass so I wouldn’t be exposed to anyone we might and started to walk toward the boardwalk. I stopped hitting him and slipped my hand in the band of his shorts, cupping his ass as it flexed with every step. Two could play this game. His super strength always amazed me, I certainly wasn’t a dainty, petite girl, but I loved when he carried me around. He put me down at the edge of the boardwalk, and adjusted the top of my dress,

thoughtfully tucking my breast back inside. Taking my hand in his, he led me to the sidewalk in between the hotels, finding a spot in the shadows. His hand large cupped my sex, pressing against the mound with his palm as his middle finger slid in between my folds, already wet in anticipation. I trembled as he curled his middle finger inside me, brushing against my G-spot, making me weak in the knees. I sagged against him as I wrapped my arms around his neck for added . Sebastian backed us up against the brick wall, still radiating heat from the hot summer sun beating down on it. His lusty gaze met mine in question. With no hesitation I nodded my head yes while reaching into his shorts, caressing his erection. His hips sprung forward of their own accord as I stroked his length within the confines of his clothing. With a deep growl, he tugged his waistband down enough that he sprang free. He lifted me up, and I moved my dress out of the way, wrapping my legs around him. With slight maneuvering to line us up, he slid inside my liquid depths. I leaned back against the wall as he began to move within me. At first, he was slow and deliberate, his strong hands lifting me in rhythm with his thrusts as if I weighed nothing. I held on to his tanned, naked shoulders, my fingernails no doubt leaving little half-moon marks there. Sebastian was shirtless, one of the many perks of being at the beach. He stopped his movements abruptly. I felt panic begin to rise within me as I ed where exactly we were. I spun my head around, holding my breath, wondering what had caused him to hit the brakes. I saw headlights to our left; someone had just pulled into the parking lot. With Sebastian still buried deep within, I decided to play it cool. Leaning down, I captured his mouth in mine. My tongue tracing over his prominent canine teeth, before sliding deeper, then withdrawing as he sucked on it, reluctant to let it go. There was no way anyone could see what we were doing, my dress hiding us perfectly. We probably just looked like we were having a heavy make-out session. I could feel him throbbing inside me, I locked my legs tighter around him and clenched my internal muscles as an elderly couple walked past us toward the entrance of the hotel. He nibbled on my neck, applying more and more suction. Surely, he’d leave a hickey.

I could see the gentleman glance our way; the lady yanked on his arm to keep him moving as if saying there’s nothing to see here. The moment the door clunked shut, Sebastian released his vacuum hold on my delicate skin, sighed with relief, and began moving again. This time apparently his need was overpowering as he pounded into me relentlessly. Arching back against the wall, pulling my top down, I cupped my breasts in my hands, thumbing my nipples. Pinching them slightly sent an electric jolt to my dripping pussy, and my orgasm rocked through me. Watching me play with my breasts was always a turn on for Sebastian. He pumped deep a few more times as I milked him greedily, continuing to play with my breasts, pushing them together and rubbing my nipples across his muscular chest. With a grunt, he spewed his hot cum into me. When the throbbing subsided, he lowered me to the ground, taking a wobbly step backward. Bracing both hands on the wall for , he rested his forehead on mine, gathering his equilibrium for a few moments. Giving me a chaste kiss, he backed away and straightened his shorts as I pulled my top back into place. Pulling me beside him, Sebastian slung his arm around my shoulder, apparently needing additional after that encounter. We walked toward the hotel entrance grinning from ear to ear and guess who was still in the lobby? The elderly couple that had walked past us. Flushing bright red, I tugged Sebastian toward the elevator in a hurry to get out of this awkward situation. I snuck a glance over and the old man winked at me! ∞∞∞

Extra-Terrestrial Tongue

Celeste woke up with a start. Where in the world was she? Gazing across the room, she could see what looked like medical vials and instruments behind a glass case. She tried to roll on her side for a better look but found she couldn’t move. What in the blue blazes was going on here? The last thing she ed was walking through the park iring the way the full moon was reflecting on the stream and the blinding brilliant blue flash of light. Wiggling on the cool metal table, she realized she was restrained at her wrists and ankles and completely naked. With panic rising within her, she tried not to scream. Level heads will prevail. Hold yourself together! Examining the room further, she saw her clothes and shoes laying on the counter along the wall. There sat a computer with the screen blinking and next to it was large anatomy chart. Celeste shivered as goose bumps ran along her flesh, wondering what exactly was going to happen. Struggling against the restraints, her mind going a million different directions, just what would she do if she even got free? With her heart thudding rapidly in her ears, she didn’t hear the door open, but rather saw the creature as it glided into the room. It was unlike anything she had ever seen before; it was a very pale purple color. The creature had four eyes, two sets, one on top of the other with a long slender protruding nose. The muscular body seemed to be covered in a very fine fur similar to a velour blanket. Realizing her mouth was hanging open in wonder, she quickly snapped it shut. Clenching her teeth, she watched warily as the creature came to stand beside the exam table. All four eyes blinked in unison, and its nostrils flared slightly. Suddenly, a long plum-colored tongue shot out of its mouth like a snake, twitching slightly before withdrawing back into its mouth. “What am I doing here? What do you want with me?” Celeste needed answers, and she needed them now. Her heart felt as if it would burst from her chest and she was breaking out in a light perspiration as fear washed over her body. Were

they going to kill her? Would they study and torture her? Would they ever let her go? She had seen enough sci-fi movies to know that if this was an alien abduction, things would most likely not end well. The creature continued to stare at her, blinking every so often as it scanned her body from head to red polished toe. It slowly glided to the foot of the table. The tension of the restraints holding her feet together at the ankles suddenly changed, pulling her legs spread eagle. Celeste felt her face flame with embarrassment as the creature leaned down for a closer inspection of her intimate lady parts. Tugging at her restraints, she wanted nothing more than to flee. Not knowing where she would go or how she would get home didn’t matter. She just wanted away from this place this minute. The furry purple creature placed a before unseen hand on her heaving belly. A sudden sense of calm flooded her, and she ceased pulling at the restraints. Oddly enough, the hand felt exactly like a velour blanket and was silky soft. The hand was warm and smooth and made its way toward her nether region. Realization dawned that it meant to explore her body further. Hopefully, if she didn’t struggle, it would investigate and release her back to where she had come from. Her ears began ringing, there was a slight static sound, then she heard a faraway voice. “I mean you no harm. Please relax and enjoy what I have to offer. If you comply, I will return you to your rightful home.” The plum-colored tongue sprang forth again, and she noticed it was notched exactly like a snake tongue. The voice speaking in her head was compelling, the calmness it placed on her earlier was making her feel liquid. Scared of the unknown and what would happen if she resisted the creature, she nodded her consent, scrunching her eyes closed. If she couldn’t see it, maybe it wouldn’t that it happened. The static was in her head once again, “Oh, you will everything I bestow upon you. With any luck, you will share your experience and women of your world will flock Plumprick to meet G’nak. May I continue? I promise nothing but pleasure.” Slowly opening her eyes, Celeste watched as G’nak place his hand on her mound, exerting a slight pressure. Her hips involuntarily came up off the table

and the creature’s nose flared again. The table changed once again. The bottom half went away, but her legs were still spread eagle and ed by something unseen. G’nak lowered its head and stared directly into her core. Slightly ashamed, Celeste felt herself become damp from the intimate perusal, and was betrayed by her body as she felt herself become wetter. Warring with her own thoughts, hoping the creature wasn’t still in her head, she gave up with a slight huff and let her legs relax. “Yes, G’nak, you may continue. I’m curious as to what you can offer, if you can convince me of your expertise that other woman would want to partake.” Eyes closed, still slightly doubtful this would be satisfying, and trying not to pay attention to what was going to take place, she felt the creature touch her. Something darted into her pussy and withdrew almost as quickly. She wasn’t sure what had even happened. Squinting she saw the creature release its tongue again, this time it licked from her anus slowly the length of her opening, dipped in briefly, then she felt the muscular forked part on either side of her clit. It squeezed her clit ever so gently and alternated from top to bottom. At the top of her pussy, the V of the tongue put pressure on the clit, and the two tips tickled at her opening, lapping up and down. Then it would change direction and the tongue would lap into her gaping hole and the two tips would come up around her clit like fingers and squeeze gently. She felt her nipples tighten in anticipation of her building climax; at this rate it wouldn’t take much longer. Celeste realized she had never orgasmed from oral sex alone. She heard the static in her head once again, “Release yourself to me and I’ll pleasure you like you have never known before.” Relaxing further, she felt one tip of the tongue twitch back and forth over her swollen clit, the other tip plunged inside her pussy and twitched, sending her over the edge. Celeste couldn’t help the scream that tore from her lips, her hips bucking against the creature as it lapped her pussy greedily. Panting, her whole body quivered as her pussy throbbed its release. That was best orgasm she ever experienced, but she needed that empty ache filled. The purple velour creature must have read her thoughts yet again.

It stood and its plumprick emerged from the fur, smooth and glistening, the darkest violet she’d ever seen. Slowly it pressed against her opening, making her crazy with desire. Her hands splayed on the metal table, unable to do anything because of the restraints, but she shifted her hips and it slid in a fraction of an inch. God, this was torture. The static in her head again, “Be patient, Celeste, it will be worth it.” With frustrated resignation, she bucked her hips again. The creature slid in another inch, stretching her wide, creating the best feeling she had ever felt. The creature leaned forward, sliding slightly further into her depths. The forked tongue shot out and snatched a nipple. There was a slight electric shock making her nipple pebble even more. The forked tongue wrapped around the nipple, tantalizing the pale pink flesh. Its purple velour hand kneaded her other breast, the softness sinful in and of itself, the creature inched in some more. Celeste had never had such agonizing sex, so many sensations, so many questions, so much pleasure. G’nak finally sank into her depths and withdrew, the velour fur stimulating her clit with each thrust. The creature slowly increased the pace, her hips bucking off the table meeting the rhythm. The tongue and hand all worked in sequence with the pounding she was receiving. She had never been so full of cock before, and with one final surge, G’nak hit bottom and erupted into her, as the creature withdrew, she felt something tap her g-spot just as its hand found her clit and applied the best kind of pressure. The internal and external sensations were too much to bear. Celeste erupted with her own orgasm, squirting her hot liquid everywhere. G’nak kept rubbing her clit, faster and faster, and she climaxed again and again. She felt him harden within as she gasped for air. She saw stars shooting behind her eyelids and was afraid she was going to out. The creature began moving at a furious pace inside her and expertly handled her oversensitive her clit, it took only a handful of seconds and she felt G’nak explode into her again, sending her into oblivion once more. When she opened her eyes, it was dark outside. Celeste took in her surroundings; she was no longer wherever she had been. Her pussy throbbed gently with a reminder of what she had just been a part of.

She was fully clothed and seated on a park bench overlooking the stream. Static cracked in her ears, “Thank you, Celeste. On Plumprick, we have no females, and as you can imagine things get backed up occasionally. Should you be willing, I’d be most happy to abduct you again.” Her nipples tightened in anticipation, she was thoroughly ruined and would never be satisfied with males of her species. She eagerly nodded her agreement. Broken static once again, “Any time you feel the need, come to the park and hold on to the necklace and I will be summoned.” Reaching up to her neck, she felt a choker with a small dangling object. Pulling a compact from her purse, with the glow from the moon, she could see it was a small purple plum.

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Tempestuous Time Travel

Felicia stood in the back corner of the adult toy store with a cosmic purple vibrator in her hand. She felt her face heat with embarrassment as she studied the package. Rotating beads engage your G-spot, thrusting action tempts your depths, and the new and improved clit exciter will drive you into unimaginable ecstasy. Pfft, yeah right. Oh well, it was the last one on the shelf and came highly recommended by her best friend who declared you wouldn’t ever need a man again after using this device. Men, all they did was cause grief and heartache. She had decided to take a break from men after her last failed effort at a relationship. With her eyes downcast, she placed her package on the counter and waited for the cashier. Ugh, where are they? I just want to get this and get out of here before someone sees me. “Good afternoon, did you find everything you were looking for?” Felicia nodded her head while handing over her cash before she was even told the total. “Anxious to get home to test this baby out?” the clerk said with a chuckle. “Yeah, something like that,” she said feeling her face flush again. She should have made Terri buy this for her instead of coming here herself. It wasn’t like she looked at anything else in the store. “Here’s your change and receipt. Have a fantastic time.” “Thank you.” Felicia hightailed it out of the store with her black plastic bag and did the walk of shame to her car. She flung it on the back seat and covered it with a blanket she kept in there for emergencies.

Never again…next time I will just order online…that is, if there even is a next time. Fastening her seatbelt, Felicia started her sleek blue Mini Cooper. Ever since watching Mark Wahlberg in the Italian Job, she was hooked on the cute little cars. She just wished she had their technology and could change the red lights to green. That would be great. As the embarrassment of being in the adult store began to fade, Felicia let her mind wander. Would the cosmic purple toy take care of her needs as d? It had been a long time since she had decent sex; she was afraid it would be over before it started. But she wouldn’t have to wait for it to re- the show like some dude when they shot their wad too fast. Laughing out loud at her joke, she pulled into her driveway, taking a quick look around to make sure no nosey neighbors were out. With the coast clear, she quickly grabbed the black plastic bag and sprinted up the porch steps. Once inside, with the door locked behind her, she sighed with relief. What am I, some kind of prude? Obviously lots of people frequent those stores or they wouldn’t exist, now would they? Giggling, Felicia went in search of her scissors. Carefully opening the package so she wouldn’t cut herself on the sharp plastic, she removed the weighty vibrator. Installing the batteries, she clicked the switch and nearly dropped it when it sprang to life. She pushed the button again to access the different settings and was amazed at the variety. Suddenly eager to test it out, she went upstairs to her room, removing her clothes as she walked. That was a bad idea. Her shirt got wrapped around the vibrator and it nearly fell to the floor. With her heart pounding at the near catastrophe, she put the cosmic purple dick on her bed. If I would have had to go back to the store to get a new one, the very same day, I think I might have actually died of embarrassment. Just then, the light bulb clicked. Smacking herself on her forehead, she realized that would have been impossible as she had taken the last one in the store. Felicia finished removing her clothes, then retrieved her new toy, giving it a thorough cleaning. Lying down on the bed, Felicia began to fantasize about Mark and his big muscles, sexy grin, and those hot underwear ads.

Running her hands from her hips along her sides, up to her breasts, pushing them together, she blew her warm breath over her nipples. Puckering in want of more attention, she licked her finger and swirled it around the tight bud. Pinching the nipple sent a wave to her core, making her wet with anticipation. Clicking the power through the settings, she picked a mild one to start. Slowly pushing the cosmic purple dick into her slick pussy, she shuddered at the sensation. After a few thrusts, she clicked the button again trying a different setting, this one turned on the clit exciter. Sliding it in to the thick base, she held it there, letting the exciter do its job. Arching her hips off the bed, Felicia closed her eyes, lost in the moment. Then she felt the beads spinning, slowly, rhythmically tapping her G-Spot. Either the cosmic dick had a mind of its own or she bumped the button, either way she wasn’t going to stop it. Her nipples tightened, her internal muscles clenched as she thrust a few more times, the exciter bobbed her sensitive nub, sending her over the edge into orgasmic bliss. Panting in the aftermath of the best orgasm she ever experienced, Felicia slowly withdrew the purple vibrator. Rolling to her side, she kept her knees together, holding onto the throbbing sensation at her juncture. A sense of calmness ebbed out of her body. She wondered if it would be like this every time she used her new toy. The only thing that could make this experience any better was a nice hot bath in the Jacuzzi with a spiked coffee. Felicia sat up, reaching for the robe she had draped across the bottom of the bed. But it wasn’t there, she must have left it in the bathroom. She turned on light, realizing she wasn’t in her bedroom anymore. Wow! I must have had an out-of-body experience or something. Felicia felt a moment of panic. Where had she gone, how would she get back home, what the hell was going on? Suddenly a tall bronzed man appeared beside her. “Good evening, Miss. Welcome to the future of your dreams.” “Um, hi. Do you know how I got here?” “Your recent purchase was pre-programmed to detonate at a certain time on a

certain day and you happen to be the lucky winner.” “Detonate? It didn’t explode…I did,” she acknowledged, feeling her face heat with embarrassment. “The cosmic purple vibrator didn’t physically detonate, it opened up a time warp and brought you here for more unimaginable ecstasy,” he said, closing the distance between them. Felicia raised her hands to keep some distance between them, but he only stopped when his bare, chiseled chest touched her outstretched palms. Covering her hands with his own, he slid them up and over his nipples, twitching his pectoral muscles beneath her hands. Her tongue darted out, moistening her suddenly dry lips. “Allow me…” The gorgeous hunk lowered his lips to hers, his hot tongue seeking entrance, his electric blue eyes seeking permission. Giving into the wanton need coursing through her veins, she opened her mouth accepting his kiss. Slow and methodical, he raised his hands, running his fingers through her silky blonde hair, anchoring her to him as her final hesitation floated away. Their tongues teasing, tasting, tempting, leaving them breathless. Felicia gently pulled away from him. “Why did you stop? Are you not enjoying?” “It’s not that at all. I am enjoying it, maybe a little too much,” she laughed nervously. “I need to know your name before we get carried away. I understand that doesn’t help me ‘know you’ any better, but it will ease my conscience.” “Ah, yes, that makes sense. Please forgive me. My name is Zeek, and the year is 2200, and we are very sexually liberated here. The cosmic purple vibrator sensed your distress.” “Very interesting, Zeek; my name is Felicia. I am from 2020, things are progressing, but it is still somewhat frowned upon to just go around having sex with whoever, whenever.”

“It’s time to let go of your inhibitions, Felicia. Relax, enjoy, and learn.” “Will I be able to go home when I want to, or am I stuck here?” “You will be able to go home; you will just need to repeat the process you used to get here and you will return.” “Hmm, that might take a few tries, I think that thing had a mind of its own.” “All in due time, Felicia; worry not about departing. Let your inhibitions run free.” Felicia wondered briefly if this was real or some kind of crazy dream, then decided she didn’t really care. Her whole mission tonight was to relieve her pent up sexual tension and this was certainly one way to do it. She leaned and flicked her tongue over his nipple, relishing the slightly salty taste. Felicia nibbled her way down his chest, following Zeek’s happy trail. Licking her lips, she kneeled, taking his dick into her mouth. Curling her tongue around him, she continued until the head touched the back of her throat. Inhaling deeply, she pushed past her gag reflex, pulling him to her with hands on his ass, she stopped when her nose touched his abdomen. Zeek’s hands were once again tangled in her hair as he gently encouraged her to move back and forth. Allowing her to set her own pace made her feel powerful, something she never felt before. It had always been a chore required of her, never something she enjoyed. Encouraged by his ragged groan, she quickened her pace, sucking strongly when she reached the mushroom-shaped head. When her jaw started cramping, she straightened and placed his throbbing dick in the valley of her breasts. Rocking back and forth, she watched him disappear and reappear and she pushed her breasts around his cock. Her hard nipples tingled as they brushed his coarse hair. Rocking his hips, Zeek quickened the pace, thrusting until his hot cum erupted onto her chest. Felicia rubbed the silky liquid around her tight pink nipples while watching his eyes darken as he watched the show. He helped her to her feet and led her to the bed. As she lay down, he opened the drawer of the bedside table, producing two hot pink bubbles. Felicia watched in

fascination as he pinched one pink bubble and suctioned it to her wet nipple. He repeated the procedure on the other one, and she felt her pussy muscles flex with want. Using the cosmic purple vibrator, he pushed it in and out of her as his other hand spread her outer lips, giving the clit exciter better access to the target. With a primal scream Felicia felt the orgasm course through her body, head to toe. “Zeek, what did you do to me?” she laughed. “We are only just getting started.” His eager mouth captured her lips in a fevered kiss as he withdrew the toy. Running his calloused hand lightly over her stomach, he cupped his hand over her mound, inserting his middle finger. Curling it up, he found her internal pleasure zone. Pushing the heel of his hand down, creating pressure on her clit he continued rubbing her G-spot, increasing his speed until her breath hitched and her hips bucked against him. Felicia felt her third orgasm ripple through her as she clenched the bed sheets in her fists. Grinning at her, Zeek moved between her spread legs, lifting them behind her knees pushing, until her ass was off the bed. “Is this uncomfortable?” “No.” He slid his hard cock in the valley of her pussy, her wet outer lips enclosing him like a hot dog bun surrounds a wiener. Back and forth, slipping over her clit, building tension, creating an aching emptiness. Zeek watched her face carefully and as her eyes started to squeeze closed, he sunk into her pussy balls deep. Pumping relentlessly, her muscles milking him, sucking greedily, he couldn’t hold back any longer. His own orgasm tore through him, and he collapsed on top of her. Sweating and panting from the effort, Felicia wrapped her legs around him tightly, holding him to her. “I’ve never had four climaxes in one night before. That was wild.” “I’m glad to hear your expectations have been met.” He rumbled with laughter. “That’s the thing, I didn’t really have any expectations. My friend suggested I try

the cosmic purple vibrator. I was embarrassed to even buy it at the store and actually considered not trying it when I got home.” “I am glad you changed your mind. As I said, you can start that procedure and go home at any time.” “Can I stay for a little while longer?” His dick grew within her and that was the only response she needed. ∞∞∞

Fangtastic Fantasy

Breathing deeply of the earthen smell, Sir Felix Fuchs wandered the dark underground caverns. Life as a vampire in the modern age was one of seclusion and loneliness. Sure, there were all kinds of novels, comics, and magazines about vampires and other creatures of the night; and humans, in general, were evolving in their thinking. They were more accepting of different sexual preferences, fetishes, and proclivities, but he had yet to feel comfortable among the general population. It had been years since he’d seen Madame Giselle Bordeaux. She was out masquerading as a human, enjoying life as such and living it up across the globe. Meanwhile, he wandered his chambers aimlessly, growing weary of this life. He’d read every piece of literature he could get his hands on, taken up new hobbies, but there was only so much time you could spend with yourself. Maybe one day, he would get the courage to try to blend in again, rather than just going up to feed and quickly returning. What was the point of living for eternity if you weren’t enjoying it? Enough moping for today, pull it together and get yourself topside before the sun rises. Changing his debonair attire with a snap of his fingers to an acceptable grunge look, he trudged toward the hidden entrance to his lair. Maybe the fresh air coupled with feeding from a young human would help clear these depressing thoughts. Slipping between the steel bars closing off the cave to the public, Felix headed toward downtown. There were always ample feasting opportunities just after the witching hour of midnight. Strolling down the sidewalk, taking in the sites, a familiar smell taunted him. He couldn’t quite place it, but it was jogging memories. The smell became stronger the farther he walked; he must be nearing the source. The warm cinnamon peach aroma swirled around him causing him to pause, close his eyes, and inhale deeply. There were flashes of light, supple naked breasts, long silky legs, and luscious lips dancing behind his eyelids. Gentle

arms wrapped around him, Felix was unsure if it was actually happening or if he was imagining it. Not wanting to lose the sensation, he was hesitant to open his eyes. There she stood in all her magnificent glory, a sight for lonely eyes, Madame Giselle. “Good evening, Felix, it’s been quite a while.” Bringing her hand to his lips, he gently placed a kiss upon her fingers. “Good evening, Madame, it’s been far too long indeed. I was just thinking of you earlier this fine evening.” “I sensed as much and headed this way. I just returned yesterday. How have you been?” “Existing. I’ve read every book in the city, taken up painting, weaving, and candle making. Such a lonely life it is here. But enough of my sorry story, how are you?” “Haven’t been better. I’ve been continent hopping, enjoying each location during their summer, feeling the residual heat of the day. I’ve been recruiting new for our tribe, growing the numbers. You should us…it must be terribly depressing living alone. Why don’t you mingle with the humans and make a few friends? I couldn’t imagine being stuck in an underground cave for the duration of my existence.” “The last time I tried to acclimate myself with the humans, it didn’t end well. I stuck out like a sore thumb, even here in lovely California where there are all walks of life,” Felix replied with a frown. “Well, come. Let us find some nourishment and catch up. I’ve missed you so.” Strolling hand in hand, they continued to walk toward downtown when they happened upon someone sleeping on a bench in the darkness. Each took a turn partaking in just enough blood to sustain them without hurting their host while the other stood as lookout. Energy renewed and electricity coursing through their veins, they floated back to Felix’s chambers. Lighting a candle, he led her through the maze of tunnels into

his den. He removed her coat and hung it on the hook by the doorway. As he returned, she embraced him once again, her tantalizing scent enveloping him. Leaning in, he nibbled lightly at her exposed neck, sending gooseflesh across her body. Sucking at the vein that throbbed there, he was careful not to puncture her delicate skin. Her hand slid into his tros, cupping his growing erection. “Ahh, Giselle, you always knew the exact way I like to be handled.” She unzipped him, freeing him from the confines of his clothing. Stroking lightly, he continued to grow and harden. Her other hand fondled his balls, gently pushing and pulling at his sack. A drop of pre-cum appeared, and she eagerly swooped in to lick him clean. Sliding her hot mouth up and down his length, Giselle wrapped her tongue around the head, then took him in completely, causing him to buck his hips into her. Withdrawing slowly, she peered up at him, hungry for more. She stood up and Felix reached down to the hem of her dress and pulled it up her body, realizing she was bare underneath it. Her pale pink nipples pebbled under his gaze as the coolness of the air surrounded them. Tossing her dress on the back of chaise, he worshiped her breasts. Circling her areola with his tongue, he sucked it into his mouth and bit down on it with his teeth covered by his lips. Running his hand down her smooth belly, he slid his middle finger between her lower lips. Her wetness beckoning him for more. Felix found her neglected nipple and treated it to the same torture as he rubbed back and forth over her clit. Moaning with pleasure, Giselle rode his hand when he slipped two fingers inside her, sliding slowly in and out. Her hand found his dick and began stroking in time with his fingers. Two could play this game. It had been so long, and she was so ready to be filled to overflowing. “Now, Felix…I need you inside of me,” she said as he sucked the sensitive spot on his neck, sending a jolt straight to his balls. Withdrawing his fingers, he brought them up to her lips. Her tongue snaked out and licked her own juices from him as he licked from the other side, ending up in a kiss that left them in a haze of desire. Breaking the kiss, he removed the rest of his clothing, and she pushed him onto

the chaise. Giselle placed a knee on either side of his legs, straddling him with her hands on his broad shoulders. Sucking his lower lip into her mouth, she lowered her body over his; he helped guide his cock into her waiting pussy as she sank down onto him. She sat there, eyes closed, for a moment savoring the feeling of their connection of the centuries. Felix cupped her breasts rubbing his thumbs over her nipples and raised his hips pushing further into her. Finding their rhythm, she ran her hands down his chest, scraping her fingernails lightly over his nipples and felt him grow harder inside of her. Encouraged, she leaned back slightly; he put his hands around her slim waist, increasing their speed. A contented sigh escaped her parted lips when his thumb found her clit. Applying pressure as she moved, her nipples puckered, and her pussy muscles clamped down on him as she found her orgasm. When she could once again form coherent thoughts, she straightened back up, put her feet on the floor on either side of the chaise, giving her better leverage. Kissing him, her tongue slipping, sliding mimicking his dick in her pussy. She kissed along his stubbled check, nibbling his earlobe. She then kissed down his strong neck to his throbbing vein and as he tensed to blow his load, she bit down, pushing him over the edge of no return. Falling onto him, she licked the pinprick of blood the bubbled to the surface. Breathing heavily, he stroked her back lovingly. “I’m so glad you returned; this is just what the doctor ordered.” “Always happy to be of assistance. Instead of so much time between our visits, you should travel with me. I’d never tire of your company and would certainly help you feel more comfortable about fitting in with the outside world.” “Let’s sleep on it and I’ll make my decision.” ∞∞∞

Out of This World Orgasm

Navigating through the crowded parking garage, Zost was glad he was done at work for a few days. Always thankful for his job, he couldn’t help feeling that he was stuck in a rut. Maybe it was time to branch out or try something different. This career wasn’t fulfilling anymore. There hadn’t been anything to fear from within the galaxy for years. After the last conflict, everyone had been existing in harmony. Zost found a spot and plugged in the charger. Heading to the transporter, he couldn’t wait to see Cuq’ord, she’d help him sort this all out. She was always so ive of all his endeavors. Together they would come up with a plan. “Zost how was your day?” “Zooming through space on the lookout for otherworld enemies day in and day out is slightly monotonous.” “I’m sorry to hear that, would this help engage your mind in a more positive way?” Cuq’ord said, removing her crimson sarong and dropping it to the floor, revealing her naked shimmery silver skin. “That, my dear, always gets me over my despair,” Zost said eying her voluptuous breasts. He had to it to himself that he was glad to be Sextuned rather than a human from earth. Sextuned males had two penises side by side, and Sextuned females had three breasts. Evolution treated them well in regard to copulation. Cuq’ord gracefully closed the distance between them, cupping his growing arousals as he groaned with need for his life mate. She knew exactly how to take his mind off anything bothering him. Undressing him, she drank in the sight of his lean, muscular, charcoal gray body. She kneeled in front of him, taking one of his dicks into her hands, stroking him. The other dick she took into her pretty little mouth, sliding her lips from head to

base and back again. The pleasure of a simultaneous hand job and blow job was exquisite. Cuq’ord timed her hands and her mouth just the way Zost liked it, slow and equal with just enough pressure exerted on each to draw a ragged breath from him. That was her cue to switch her ministrations so each dick was treated the same. “Rise, my dear.” Cuq’ord took one final lip-smacking suck and stood before her life mate. Zost traced her lips with his tongue before slipping it into her mouth for a headspinning kiss. Their tongues tasted each other like they hadn’t been together in years and were getting re-acquainted. Zost gently pulled away and lavished attention on her perky breasts, one in each hand and one for his mouth, Cupping, sucking, kneading, swirling each one an equal amount of time, reaching between their bodies, he found her pussy slick with need. Sliding his finger in and out a few times, Cuq’ord was on the edge of a climax when he stopped. A pained sigh escaped her parted lips as she tried to lean into him to finish what he had started, but he had other plans. Zost led her to their bedchamber, motioning for her to take a seat on the bed. Ever compliant, Cuq’ord did as directed, cupping her breasts in her hands, he obliged her unasked request. Standing in front of her, he slid his two dicks in between her three breasts, and she pressed them together. She smiled up at him, her eyes filled with desire, each time he pressed forward she would lick the head of one or the other of his dicks as it popped up from within the confines of her luscious breasts, sending shockwaves through him. Withdrawing himself, he gently pushed her back onto the bed. She smoothly moved herself further up the bed, eyeing his dual hard-ons hungrily. Cuq’ord turned on her side, raising her leg high in the air, welcoming Zost. Straddling her bottom leg, one dick easily found its way into her wet depths, the other pressing against her outer lips, rubbing her pleasure nub. After a few pumps, he withdrew and pressed the slippery tip against her back

door, the other dick was lined up with her pussy and he leaned into her, slowly sinking into her depths. Each dick had its own sensations, the constriction of her anus applying extra pressure versus her Kegel muscles doing their best to milk him over the edge. He increased his pace, thrusting hard, rocking them both to the core. Then slowing down, teasing, taunting, torturing. Inch by inch, side by side, with only a thin divider between his dueling dicks. With her leg resting on his shoulder, he grabbed a handful of ass and a handful of breasts and surged one final time, finishing them both off. Cuq’ord convulsing around him, Zost collapsed beside her panting, his body humming in the aftermath of their lovemaking. Cuq’ord kissed him gently on his forehead in appreciation of what they shared. “My dear, that was amazing as always. Zost, methinks we need a new plaything.” “Really? What makes you say that?” “I’ve been watching Earth and how humans copulate, I’ve learned a few things and I believe it would make you happy.” “But, Cuq’ord, I am happy. You are my everything.” “I know I am your everything, as you are mine, however, I’d like to do something special for us. Please?” “Explain these new findings and I will make a decision.” “Their females sometimes partake as we do with double penetration, however, their males only have one sex organ, so they use a mechanical tool. Very interesting piece of equipment if you ask me.” “Intriguing, so what are you asking?” “Would you be willing to copulate with an earth female to allow her the same experience I receive? In exchange for the female allowing me use of her body and mechanical tool? I know you’ve thought about pleasuring two females at once. I feel if it’s an Earth female I would not be jealous as I would be if we were to pick a Sextuned female.” “That sounds delightful, let me see what I can find.”

*** A few weeks later, Zost returned home with a willing female from Earth. He had done his homework and found one that enjoyed double penetration, had that mystical mechanical device, and was open the situation as presented. “Cuq’ord, please meet Calypso, she is experienced in all you ask about and has brought along her mechanical counterpart.” Cuq’ord looked Calypso over, nodding her approval. Flowing blonde hair, creamy pale skin, shocking blue eyes, rounded curves, and ample breasts, even if there were only two. Zost knew her tastes well. “Calypso, shall we begin?” Cuq’ord asked, her voice husky with pent up desire. She and Zost had abstained from lovemaking to enhance this opportunity. Calypso moved forward and embraced her with a warm hug. In return, Cuq’ord pulled her in for a kiss. Tentative at first, this was her first time kissing another female. Calypso deepened the kiss, her tongue swirling, thrusting, and retreating. Cuq’ord nibbled on Calypso’s bottom lip while sliding her hands up under her shirt. Zost took a seat to see how this would unfold. They had spoken of this night in length, what they planned to try, what they were most curious about. By mutual agreement, Cuq’ord would start things off and he would when asked. They tore off each other’s clothes, falling to the bed. Calypso was mesmerized by Cuq’ord’s three breasts and immediately turned her attention there. Cuq’ord couldn’t believe this was actually happening. She had wanted this for so long but was never sure how to approach it with Zost. She knew him as she knew herself and should have figured he’d be more than happy to comply. Cuq’ord felt a warm mouth on her middle breast and on each of her other two breasts, she felt heat zing to her core, making her wet with anticipation. Wondering if Calypso was enjoying herself, Cuq’ord smoothed her hand down her body, parting her pussy lips. Inserting a finger, she worked it in and out that she herself thought felt good when done to her. Calypso moaned with delight and returned the favor. They fingered each other feverishly while Zost had a dick in each hand, stroking in time with them. Suddenly, Calypso stopped and with a wink reached into her bag, withdrawing the mechanical device Cuq’ord was so interested in.

Without turning it on, she slipped it into Cuq’ord’s wet tunnel, pistoning it in and out a few times. She then twisted the vibrator on and began again. Cuq’ord’s eyes flew open and her hips jerked up off the bed in surprise at the new intrusion. Sliding in and out several times, Calypso withdrew the device and applied the tip to Cuq’ord’s pleasure nub, gently moving it back and forth. Applying gentle pressure with a circular motion until she exploded in an orgasm unlike any other she had ever experienced. “That was more than I could have ever imagined, thank you, Calypso. Now I shall return that new experience with a new experience for you.” Zost took that as his cue and ed the females. Cuq’ord moved herself to Calypso’s dripping pussy and ran her tongue bottom to top several times. She inserted her finger again and began a slow pace, intending to build her up for the ultimate climax. Sucking on Calypso’s pleasure nub, she added another finger. Looking up, she saw Zost’s one dick disappear in Calypso’s mouth, while he continued to stroke the other one. She decided to change positions. Cuq’ord sat on the edge of the bed, encouraging Calypso to do the same. They each kissed a head and worked their way to the base. Simultaneously withdrawing and repeating. Zost swayed to their rhythm until he couldn’t take it anymore. The feelings were building to the point of no return. “You must stop now, I’m on the verge and will not be able to pleasure Calypso properly.” They withdrew completely and kissed each other sensually while hands were fondling breasts, which did nothing to help calm him down. After a few deep calming breaths, he motioned for Calypso to return to the bed. Placing her on her side, she lifted her leg for him. Dipping his finger into the wetness of her pussy, he gently eased it into her anus, preparing her to receive him. He knew she participated in anal in the past based on their previous conversation. Much to his surprise, she willingly relaxed her muscles, immediately allowing access. Zost positioned himself and sank into her waiting pussy, lubing him up for that part of the adventure. The other dick sliding easily alongside, rubbing over her clit with a feathered touch. Once again he pushed a finger into her anus, creating a tri-fold sensation. Cuq’ord took one of Calypso’s nipples into her pretty little mouth, sucking and nibbling, rolling the other nipple between her fingers. He’d never seen anything so visually stimulating. Calypso whimpered as he withdrew,

leaving her empty. Zost repositioned with one dick in each hand, pressing gently against each opening. Filling her simultaneously, easing into her depths, savoring the contrasting feelings. Calypso moaned with pleasure, closing her eyes to savor the feelings as he began to move slowly in and out, picking up speed and force as she adjusted to him. Cuq’ord leaned over, kissing her deeply while searching for the vibrator. Finding it under the folds of the blanket she turned it on, ran her tongue over it several times making it slick and placed it on Calypso as it had been previously placed on her pleasure nub. Every time Zost withdrew, Cuq’ord pushed the vibrator toward him, then pulled it back as he sank into her again. Calypso screamed out as her climax overtook her body; convulsing around Zost, pushing him into his own climax, released with a shuddering grunt. He collapsed beside her in exhaustion. As he was drifting into sleep, he felt Cuq’ord snuggled up behind him, her breasts pushed against his back. He couldn’t help be happier in the middle of the two voluptuous females who shared him today. ∞∞∞

Gushing

With the feel of the warm sun radiating on my bare shoulders, I continued to dig around a stubborn thistle weed. Thankful for my purple, rubber-coated gloves, I gripped the prickly stem firmly as close to the ground as I could and tugged once again. With a quick snap, the stem broke off, and I went reeling backward, landing on my ass. Those people who think gardening is relaxing don’t have a clue. This is the most frustrating thing I’ve done lately. Standing up, I brushed the dirt off my cut-off jean shorts, removed my gloves, and took a long swig of my iced tea. Rubbing a damp hand across my forehead, trying to brush wisps of my unruly hair out of my eyes, I felt the grit of dirt against the back of my hand. Great! Now I have a streak of mud mixed with sweat front and center on my face. It’s almost time to go in, get some lunch, and work on something else. I tugged my gloves back on, picked up my mini shovel, and started digging a little farther out from the stem of the thistle. I knew if I didn’t remove the roots, the stupid thing would be back up in a matter of days. Working my way around it in a circle, my shovel hit something hard. Weeds and rocks! Who needs them? I’m about ready to just cover this area over with patio pavers and be done with it. Probing the area with the shovel to find the edge of the rock to dislodge it, I heard the distinct sound of metal on metal. Maybe I found some buried money left over from the Great Depression. Soon I’m going to have a hole the size of a 5-gallon bucket for one stupid weed! Leveraging the shovel back and forth, inching my way around the object, I finally had it loose enough to pull out of the hard-packed earth. It was dented, tarnished, and an odd shape that I’d never seen before. I shook it, and there was no sound. With disappointment at not finding any money, I brushed away some of the mud for a closer inspection of my treasure. It kind of looked like an antique teapot. Wiping away more dirt, I could see an ornate design hiding under the grime. Well, this is an interesting turn of events. Maybe

gardening is worth it. I’ll need to clean it up better and research it. Maybe it’s a famous heirloom or something. Knocking off the last remaining clump of mud, I tried to open the lid. No such luck. It was stuck. I removed my gloves, put them and my shovel to the side of my weed bucket for when I returned to complete my task. I grabbed my iced tea and headed for the utility room to give my treasure a good scrubbing. I ran water over the teapot, smudging away the dirt as gently as possible. If it was worth something, I would be pissed if I damaged it by cleaning it up. More of the design became visible, I’d need a cotton swab or toothpick to get in the little crevasses as it was very detailed. As I continued cleaning, I noticed warmth radiating from the teapot. That was odd, I had only turned on the cold water, hopefully nothing was wrong with my plumbing. I picked up a clean rag to dry it off and heard a slight tinkling sound. I must have been out in the heat too long, first imaging the teapot heating up, now imagining the teapot is playing music like a jewelry box with a little ballerina spinning around. I better go get something to eat and sit in the AC a while. I finished drying off the teapot and sat it down on the counter so I could hang the rag up to dry. Taking one last glance at my treasure and turning to head into the kitchen, I saw something move out of the corner of my eye. With a huff at my overactive imagination, I spun back around to confirm there was nothing there. Several tendrils of purple smoke were seeping from the spout of the teapot, curling toward the ceiling. Rubbing my eyes in disbelief, I took a closer look. Yep, there it was, getting thicker and darker, and I must really be losing my mind. It began rattling and dancing on the counter, tipping itself onto its side, something pouring out of spout onto the floor. Taking a step back, I shook my head, trying to clear it. This wasn’t happening. This kind of stuff wasn’t real was it? Before my very eyes, a gorgeous bare-chested man appeared, and that was the last thing I saw before blacking out. ***

“Hey, sleepyhead, wake up.” I felt a hand brushing across my cheek. Who’s here? I live alone. Where am I? What’s going on? I slowly opened my eyes, recognizing the hideous wallpaper in my utility room that I hadn’t had a chance to paint over yet. I moved my head to the right; I saw the bare-chested man again. “What are you doing in my house? Where did you come from? I should call the cops!” I squeaked as I scrambled to my feet, trying to get away from him. “Settle down, Miss. You brought me here. I was minding my own business in my lamp when suddenly I heard a loud racket. Next thing it sounds like I’m lost in a thunderstorm with raging rain, and poof, here I am. Let me introduce myself, I am Zazell The Endowed.” “Zazell? What are you talking about, I brought you here?” “Did you never hear of a genie in a lamp? You found my lamp, rubbed the lamp, and now here I am,” Zazell said matter-of-factly. “Genies don’t exist! You can’t be here, you are tresing. You need to leave before I call the cops, they’ll take care of you for good,” I fumed, feigning confidence while quaking internally. This is insane, genies are a thing of fantasy. “I’m sorry, Miss, but I cannot leave until I grant you three wishes. That’s how this works. This is a once in a lifetime deal, so do not make hasty choices. I am a love genie, so I can’t give you billions of dollars, 13 luxury cars, or world peace. I can however help you snag the lover of your dreams, initiate you into whatever you’ve fantasized about but were too afraid to try. You want a reverse harem, done. You want to be submissive to a Dom, done. You want a gas-engine powered vibrator, done,” he said with a mischievous wink. “Zazell, is it? What if I don’t want any of those things? What if I’m content with my life the way it is? I was taught to be happy with what you have and grateful for life in general.” “Unfortunately, there is nothing that can be done to make me go away other than me granting you three wishes. If you do so without thinking and believe it will just make me disappear once you are done, you need to think again. They must be sincere, from the heart, desires. Then you can go back to your life, and I can

go back to mine,” he said, rolling his shoulders, and then twisting as if to relieve pressure on his back. “This is just wonderful…here I was minding my own business, pulling some stubborn ass weeds and now I have a half-naked stranger in my house telling me he cannot leave until I fulfill my wildest sexual desires. You just can’t make this stuff up, can you,” I said with an embarrassed chuckle. “Yep, curiosity will get you every time…you had to go and shine up my lamp and that is what brought me here,” Zazell said with a wink. “Your wish is my command.” “I wish you could go back to you lamp, and I could forget this ever happened.” “Sorry. No can do. You don’t have to rush with your wishes, you can give it some thought if needed…by the way, what is your name?” “Danielle, but everyone calls me Dani. I guess in my state of shock I forgot my manners. I was about to make some lunch; would you like to me?” “That would be nice, thank you.” “I’d offer you a shirt, but I don’t think any of mine would fit.” “Does my lack of shirt bother you? It is summer, you know.” Zazell said with a sly grin. “No, it doesn’t bother me, just good manners,” I lied with a little laugh. If he was going to hang out here half naked all the time, I just might be tempted to cash in a wish. I had to figure out a way to transfer my wishes or release him or something. I just needed to do a little research. I turned away to hide my blush and busied myself gathering fixings for sandwiches. I grabbed plates, napkins, knives, chips, and the deli meat and cheese. I placed them on the counter and spun to get the bread and glasses. I turned again to the refrigerator and found the mayo, mustard, and pulled out the iced tea pitcher. Satisfied, I sat down and started making my sandwich. “Help yourself, and if you need something I didn’t get out, just let me know.”

I slathered on the mayo, piled on the turkey and Swiss, and realized I didn’t get the potato chips. Bounding off the stool, I went to the pantry and found some unopened Doritos®, they’d have to do. The other chips were probably all stale or just crumbs. The little hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. Ugh, he was staring at me. Plastering on a brave face, I headed back to the bar to eat. I strategically placed a few obscenely orange triangle chips on my sandwich and smashed the top piece of bread down on it to hold it all together. “What did you just do?” Zazell asked in disbelief. “Nothing, just made my sandwich, why?” I asked in mock confusion. Everyone gave me a hard time when I put any kind of chips on my sandwich. “I’ve never seen anyone do that before.” “You’ve just been out of civilization for too long,” I joked. “You have a point there…I might have to try it.” “It’s really good and most of my friends pick on me because it’s something only kids do, they think I’m not sophisticated.” Zazell picked up one chip and placed it on the corner of his sandwich. I had to give him credit; he wasn’t going to knock it until he tried it. Taking a tentative bite, he looked right at me, like a kid wanting praise for trying a vegetable. “It is surprisingly good. Maybe unsophisticated, but not bad at all. Your friends need to lighten up,” he said with a deep laugh. We finished eating in companionable silence, I couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking. Does he ever get attached to the people who bring him out? Does he perform for the wishes or does he hook you up with someone or does he just act like a male prostitute, no emotion involved, it’s just a job. Would he just hang out in his lamp like Jeannie on the “I Dream of Jeannie” re-runs I used to watch? Or, would he hang out here around the house and expect me to entertain him? What a predicament I had gotten myself into. I hopped down from the barstool and began putting our lunch things away. My brain was working overdrive with how this was going to work and the best way

possible to get rid of him. I had my head in the refrigerator, moving things around so I could easily grab stuff for supper. Satisfied, I stood up, shut the door, and turned around right into Zazell’s chest. What a nice chest it was, tanned, smooth with a few hairs circling each nipple and my wandering eyes noticed a happy trail heading south of his waistband. Snapping my head back up, I felt my cheeks heating with embarrassment. Shuffling backward, I mumbled an apology. “No need to apologize, that’s exactly what I am here for.” “About that…what about your feelings? Don’t you feel like an object? How do you not get attached?” I asked without looking him in the eye. “I could say it’s part of the job, but that makes me sound heartless. Over the years, there have been those who rubbed the lamp that I was intrigued by or had growing feelings for. But, it’s typically a short-term gig and I usually have time in-between appearances to get over things, so to speak.” “Are there other genies? Do you get to socialize other than when someone releases you? If not, what an incredibly lonely existence.” “Yes, there are other genies. No, we don’t typically see other genies. It can be lonely, but when in the lamp, we kind of lose sense of time until we are brought forth and realize the changes that occurred,” Zazell replied with a slight frown. “I didn’t mean to upset you, I was just curious. If you don’t want to answer any more questions, you don’t have to.” “After I’m out for a few days, the sadness usually disappears as I am somewhat pre-occupied,” he said with a chuckle. “Yeah, I guess that is a good way to take your mind off things, isn’t it? Well, I’m done in the garden for today, let’s go watch a little TV.” Plopping down on the overstuffed light blue couch, I grabbed the remote. There wasn’t usually anything good on this time of day, we’d have to settle for a movie. Flipping through the on-screen guide, I finally found something that wasn’t too lame. “Thelma and Louise, my favorite! I’ve seen it probably 30 times. It’s a great story about friendship and there’s a hot guy in it–oops chick flick.”

“Chick flick? You’re going to make me watch a chick flick? I may be sequestered to a lamp for years at a time, but I know what chick flick is and I’m not interested,” Zazell huffed. “Talk about an ungrateful houseguest,” I said with a pout. “You want to see a hot guy? You have a hot guy right here beside you…A hot guy ready to do your sexual bidding, and you want to watch a movie on TV. Are you trying to give me a complex? Have I lost my looks? Genies were born of smokeless fire and are supernatural spirits. Shall I choose a different form? Perhaps you are interested in tall, dark, and handsome, or a beach bum with flyaway blonde hair and piercing blue eyes; or maybe I have it all wrong and you are actually interested in a voluptuous, curvy red head with flowing hair down to her narrow waist? Your word is my command.” “No. No, you are just fine. Lightly tanned with warm brown eyes, practically hairless chest, and honey brown hair with streaks of blonde, you are definitely a sight to behold. I must confess, I am slightly nervous. I’ve never been in a situation like this before…and I’m not all that experienced.” I felt my face flush from my confession. “We can remedy that situation, my dear Dani, if you would let me.” Zazell caressed my cheek, his fingers feathery soft, almost as if he were afraid he’d scare me away. He tucked a stray hair behind my ear, gazing into my eyes, he leaned in and captured my lips with a tentative kiss. My body had a mind of its own as my mouth opened to him. His tongue dipped in gently and a zing of electricity shot along my nerve endings. With a sigh, I kissed him back, tasting his sweetness. Closing my eyes to the sensation heightened my other senses as I breathed in his masculine scent, my nipples tightened in anticipation and pussy throbbed lightly. Zazell pulled away from me, and I opened my eyes at the loss. “I’m sorry, that’s as far as we can go unless you ask for a wish,” he said with regret in his eyes. That brought me crashing back to reality. What was I getting myself into? A couple one-night stands with a stranger who would just up and disappear when his duties were fulfilled…on the other hand, I could enjoy what was being offered, no strings attached and no one would be the wiser. My mind was racing

a mile a minute. I needed to think this through. I didn’t want to waste my wishes; I didn’t want to make a hasty decision. What was that saying? Careful what you wish for. But now he had my body on edge, it had been so long since I had been touched like that. Most guys weren’t interested in a work-a-holic teacher who looked like the girl next door. And when you were as busy as I was trying to make a go of a brandnew teaching career, there wasn’t much time for extracurricular activities, let alone a full-blown relationship. Zazell sat there patiently waiting for me to decide if I wanted to continue this escapade. He took my hands into his, caressing them as if comforting me. “I didn’t mean to just lead you on and stop. I know you are unsure of this whole situation, as you weren’t actively seeking me out as some do. You are a very logical thinker and this abstract is hard for you to grasp.” Great, he could read minds too…I was always taught to think things through and make an informed decision…why can’t my brain stop thinking and just feel and enjoy what’s offered? I sucked in a deep breath, closed my eyes so I wouldn’t see his shock, “I wish for multiple orgasms.” “Dani, your wish is my command,” he proclaimed. He resumed kissing me with delicate nips along my jaw line, then he detoured south, and kissed my neck, the jolt of desire racing to my core once again. Satisfied with his work at that location, he continued south kissing my bare shoulder, slipping my tank top strap to the side for better access. Coming back across my chest, he dipped in the valley between my breasts, my nipples stood at attention, begging to be touched. I tugged my thin purple shirt off, tossing it to the side. Thankful that it had a built-in bra, my breasts were now his for the taking. Slow and deliberate he sucked first my left nipple, then my right nipple, leaving both puckered and damp as his kissed his way toward my navel taking his good old sweet time. Zazell repositioned himself on his knees between my legs. This was excruciating…I’d never had an experience where I was ‘worshipped’

before. I ran my fingers through his silky hair as he kissed his way across the band of my shorts. Looking up at me with hooded eyes, asking permission to remove them, I nodded and lifted my hips. He slid them and my panties down to my ankles, bending to remove them and kissing the inside of my ankle. Goosebumps broke out over my entire body, my nipples tightened even more, and now that my sex was exposed, I could feel the overwhelming wetness there. I’d never been so turned on before. Trailing kisses up my leg, he stopped at my knee. Placing both legs over his strong shoulders, he pulled me to the edge of the couch cushion. He kissed all the way up my thigh, stopping just short of my dripping pussy as if contemplating his next move. I felt his hot mouth on me; he ran his tongue in my outer folds, first one side then the other without touching my clit. Trembling with anticipation, my breath hitched as he plunged a finger deep inside and latched on to my clit with his hot mouth, swirling and sucking. Bucking my hips up off the couch, I came like never before. My nipples puckered even tighter, if that was possible, goose bumps surfaced all over my body, my heart was thudding in my ears and I saw stars behind my closed eyes. In my limited experience, no man had ever brought me to orgasm. Concerned about this, I had read some medical articles and tried DIY. It had worked, but not at this level. “Wow! That was amazing.” I murmured, feeling slightly deflated. Zazell didn’t give me a chance to catch my breath. He continued licking and sucking as if his life depended on it. Running his hands up my sides, he cupped my breasts, pinching my nipples, gently at first then with more pressure. My head fell back against the couch as I gave over completely to the feelings he was igniting within me. Once I became liquid under his ministrations, he pinched each nipple and nibbled my clit, sending me skyrocketing once again. This time, it was hard to catch my breath, the orgasms were so quick in succession. Continuing his relentless pursuit of multiple orgasms, I pried my eyes opened when I heard a strange buzzing noise. He had produced a blue vibrator with a wicked curve to it. I watched with fascination as he slowly pushed it inside my dripping opening. In and out, in and out with a painstaking slowness I had never

experienced in my life. The concentration showed in his features as he worked the device in me and I had a feeling this orgasm was going to knock me out. Deliberate and patient, in and out, over and over again. “Open your eyes, Dani,” he commanded. I looked him directly in his molten chocolate eyes. He moved his gaze down to my pussy and I followed. He positioned his one hand over my clit, rubbing furiously and at the same time, pulled the vibrator halfway out and pushed on the end of it, angling it upward. I cried out unrestrained as he rubbed the vibrator in that spot and then I saw it. Something liquid shot out of me like when a guy comes. “What the hell was that? Did I just pee myself?” I squeaked. Zazell chuckled, shaking his head slightly as withdrew the vibrator and turned it off. “No, you didn’t pee, Dani. You just ejaculated,” he said mater-of-factly. “Damn! I didn’t even know that was possible.” Feeling embarrassed, I pulled my knees together and reached for the throw blanket on the arm of the couch. “Don’t be alarmed. It is perfectly natural, even if most women do not know that they can do it. How were your multiple orgasms? Has your wish been fulfilled?” “Yes, I’d say you’ve done a thorough job here.” Smiling, Zazell stood up and gathered my clothing for me. ###

About the Author

Stacy Warren wanted to be an author since high school and is finally making that dream a reality. She wrote for the school newspaper and had several articles published in her hometown newspaper. She submitted numerous content articles for online magazines and even won a contest. Stacy was discouraged two separate times when platforms she was writing for closed. Whoever said this writing gig was easy? Encouraged by her good friend to pick up the pen, and get her arse in gear, she now has a published novella and several short stories on a woman’s wellness app. Reading whenever she has a chance, and an overactive imagination is helping her to accomplish this goal.

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