Christmas Present

by Lauren Wood

  “I know it might seem unusual, but we both know art can be subjective. I have a following with a different kind of art. I dress them up meticulously in whatever way a client wants them to look like. I had to leave my home and find some quiet space to bring my art to life. All of them are my babies.” It was strange, but there was a market for everything.

  “We both have a little bit of strange in us. I might not understand, but it is somewhat intriguing. I have an idea, but I think we should have dinner and discuss it.

  We went across the lawn and found the snow was still coming down at a brisk pace. There was zero visibility, but we managed to navigate until we were safely inside.

  “I have to apologize for thinking you were some kind of serial killer. The evidence was damning, but it was out of context.” We sat down and I conveyed to him my idea of combining our art forms.

  The lights did flicker and finally go out, but the generator was more than enough to keep things running. We had to conserve energy, but candlelight at dinner was enough to lure me into his arms.

  “I should’ve told you, but people tend to look at me a little funny when I mention my hobby. I know there’s no easy way to describe what I do. I lost my wife after she found me in the basement playing dress up. I wasn’t hurting anyone, but she couldn’t make the distinction.” The dishes were left for later and he carried me in his arms to the chair by the fireplace. The warmth of the flames was nothing compared to the licking embers from his fingertips dancing along my skin.

  He slowly removed each item of clothing and I struggled to help him the best way I could. I was left open to his visual inspection.

  “I have to stand back and look at you as a living piece of art. Naked is the way that you should be all the time. We all have flaws, but I see perfection. Those mannequins are nothing compared to your porcelain skin and the way that you tremble to my touch.” He flung my legs over the arms of the chair and put his hands underneath my ass.

  He brought me to his mouth and I inadvertently pulled at his hair making his screams vibrate along the length of my slit. His tongue forced its way inside with very little resistance. My mouth was wide open and I couldn’t shut it with how much I was moaning his name.

  “Jonathan… Jonathan… Jonathan.” It was a good thing I was sitting and the intense pleasure would have made my legs collapse out from underneath me.

  “I love how my name sounds on your lips. The taste of what you are giving me is an aphrodisiac. It’s a tease for something more to cleanse my palate. I’m not going to give up and I hope you don’t mind how your body has become my wonderland.” His fingers were massaging my pliant flesh.

  I thrashed madly, throwing my body in all directions and thankful he was there to hold me in place before I went flying right off the chair.

  The orgasm was stronger because I didn’t know where it was going to come from. My hand was good but quite predictable in its movements. I had no idea what he was planning and how he was going to go about to stand out from the crowd.

  “Don’t stop when you have only just begun. That tongue is amazing and knows how to touch me in the right way to get the desired response. You fuck me with a decisiveness that leaves me breathless. I have abandoned all conscious thought that you are a stranger in my eyes.” The connection we had from the very beginning was hard to pull away from.

  No two partners were alike and it made me equate that to the snowflakes falling on the ground outside the door. He was an acquired taste, but I was finding him more than enough to quench my appetite for more than just food.

  His tongue continued to project in and out of his mouth with flashing movements. The feeling he inflicted was familiar until it hit me like a sledgehammer between the eyes. I came again for the second time in the span of a few minutes. He had this way of reading my body like he had the blueprints to my pleasure. I was an open book and he had thrown open the pages to see where all of my sexual secrets were hidden.

  He was standing and I became a ravenous animal. I was beside myself with the kind of pleasures he had given me. I wanted to give him something to even come close to the way he made me feel.

  I shocked his system by sucking the knob and half of his shaft into the back of my mouth. The length of his manly centipede was lying heavily on my tongue. I could feel his seed dripping like a paintbrush over the surface of my blank canvas of a tongue.

  He didn’t move and gave me the license to conduct myself in whatever way I deemed necessary. I knew he was on the razor’s edge of his pleasure. His sharp tongue had given me the proper incentive to make him the victim of my oral prowess.

  “You mentioned something about my tongue being amazing. I do believe yours has put me to shame.” He was feeding my ego and in turn, I was letting him feed me the length of his pipe down to the last morsel.

  I heard him groan from being orally satisfied, but I had yet to begin the fight to unleash the burden in his balls. I didn’t want to give him any reason to replace me with another. The best way to make me indispensable in his eyes was to show him something he couldn’t get anywhere else. I made sure to keep him right there. It was a dangerous game with the payoff being his undying gratitude.

  “I don’t know how you know my body better than I do. I was foolish to keep my secret from you. I should’ve known if anybody would understand it would be someone with your unique understanding of art.” It was a fine line between pleasure and a perpetual case of blue balls.

  “I think this is where we take it to the floor where we have more room to move. I could easily make you cum in my mouth, but I don’t think you really want me to do that. It’s time for you to dive right in and I guarantee you will find me ready for you. You’ve already paved the way.” I used both of my bare feet to push him away from me to give me room to get down on the floor on my back. I spread my legs as far as they could go and was amazed at my athletic agility.

  “I have wanted you from the moment I saw you. I swear that divine intervention has stepped in to give me an angel of mercy. How is it possible we could find each other in a world of millions? We have the same strange idea about what art is. I was able to peruse the Internet before I came over. It’s spotty at best in this area. I enjoyed your art more than I thought I was going to.” He made my whole body rise from my prone position angled in a question mark.

  His pants were down around his ankles with his shirt wide open to expose those muscles I had been waiting to see. His taste in art might have been hard to swallow, but my body was more than capable of tasting the forbidden fruit between his legs. I was an open invitation. I was waiting for his initial penetration.

  “I’m going to guide you in.” My hand around his shaft felt the heat of his lust for me scorching my fingertips.

  He tried to thrust, but I held him back with my hand on his chest. I gave him 1-inch which was followed by more of the same until we were joined biblically at the hip. The loud smacking of our flesh each time he buried it deep was a musical symphony playing just for us.

  “I’m glad we were able to discuss things in a civil manner. This wouldn’t have happened had you not been understanding.” I didn’t see how I could condemn him for his work considering the expression of depression and despair captured on the canvas by my hand.

  “Don’t talk and fuck me.” I must’ve said the magic words. I felt him in the throes of losing his inhibitions and then he dropped the mask for something of an animal underneath.

  “If this is what you want, then this is what you’re going to get.” His tireless approach was an endless display of his stamina.

  The man had excess energy to burn off and was using my body to do it. We both brought with us a fair amount of baggage.

  I was suspended in the air attached to his waist with my juices glistening along his length of quivering flesh. His hands were underneath me. The deep tissue massage from the inside by using his manhood was a good way to ignite the flicker of a spark into a blaze.

  The muscles in my arms w
ere fatigued after about 20-minutes, but we continued to stare with fiery determination in our eyes. His thirsty ambition to make me cry out in orgasmic delight was soon made a reality. The rush of the moment grabbed me by the throat and didn’t want to let go. I was still riding high on the wings of his love when he finally gave me one last piston of his hips.

  The heat of his loins exploded from his hose and he sprayed down the walls of my sex with his seed. I could feel every single sizzling stream. I watched his face contort into orgasmic ecstasy. My arms gave out and I was left lying with my ass still in his hands.

  We did finish the piece with his mannequins becoming the canvas for my paint. It was a display of murder in various forms. The client was impressed. Granger was ready to show off the way we had combined both forms into something nobody had seen before. We were in a league of our own.

  Each piece was created when we made the sweetest love possible. I even had a chance to use the swing. It was interesting to be in a co-dependent relationship where we were relying on each other to feed us the inspiration to continue our collaboration. Art was certainly subjective when it came from a place of kinky love.

  I found myself waking up every morning to see him smiling at me creepily in the dark. I didn’t want it any other way.

  THE END

  ACTION STAR

  Chapter One

  Sara Albright, was only 22 years old and was running a farm and watching over her siblings. It wasn’t the life she had ever imagined for herself. But after her Ma and Pa had been in the accident, she had no choice.

  She sighs heavily as she cleans up after her two siblings. Henry, age 16, and Sally, age 17. They didn’t ask for their parents to be killed either, none of them had ever thought of a life without them around. Well, eventually, but not until a much later time.

  The shock of it all still was fresh in her mind and heart. She would forever miss her parents; it had left a huge hole in her heart. But it hadn’t been one that she had any time to focus on.

  Immediately the tasks of everyday life had been pushed on her. She didn’t have a choice, she would be the one who had to feed her siblings and do it all. But Sara knew how bad the situation was for them, she was on the verge of losing it all. What would happen to her family then? Sara honestly didn’t know her family had been the only one who accepted her anymore. Ever since she had stood beside Elizabeth, the rest of the community here looked at her as an outcast.

  Sara didn’t blame them, after all what had she expected? She was Amish and knew how her community would react. As soon as everyone had heard about the unwed Elizabeth’s impending child, they had turned on her quickly. Not Sara though, she had known Elizabeth since they had both been young children.

  She knew that Elizabeth hadn’t done this as a betrayal to their religion. She had just enjoyed rumspringa too much. But that was the time they were supposed to have fun. Not that Sara would have gone and had sex, but her friend had. How could she turn her back on her?

  Elizabeth had not admitted to that though, she had told everyone that Seth had raped her. It wasn’t true of course, but Sara still stood by her friend. It had cost her everything, well almost everything. At least she hadn’t been kicked out of the community. That was just because when the truth had come out, Sara had played dumb. But she knew people looked at her differently. She knew they were sure she had known the truth. After all her and Elizabeth were almost inseparable since they had been little. In fact she was sure they all thought Sara had gone and had sex during rumspringa too. Though she hadn’t, she couldn’t plead her case, no one ever listened.

  Her friend had left shortly after that to parts unknown. But Sara had been stuck there, and then after a short two weeks her parent’s had passed away. Numb, but smart enough, she realized that no help would come from anyone in the community. She had to solve this on her own, but how?

  She heard a knocking on the door; it must be someone who saw my sign for vegetables for sale. She was happy, that would mean money coming in finally!

  She opened the door to a man who was definitely not Amish. He was dressed in ripped blue jeans and a t-shirt with some sort of cartoon superhero on it. She had seen outsiders wearing them in town before.

  “Who are you?” She asked, immediately leery.

  “Yeah, well you don’t know me obviously. But I have a proposition, wait do you use like our money?” He stopped and looked waiting for her to answer.

  Sara was still shocked looking at him. “What? Yes we use money, how do you think we buy things?” She chuckled lightly.

  “Okay, then I have a great deal for you. I can change your life, with only two weeks of your time spent. I can make you rich.” He explained.

  “Well sir, first off I don’t know your name? However, how rich can you make me?” Sara admitted she was interested. If it would mean being able to keep the farm, and her now much smaller family together, she was all for it.

  “Oh I’m sorry, my name is John Austin. I’m the agent for Ben North. Have you ever heard of him?” He asked.

  Sara had seen things while in town about Ben North many times. She had always thought how attractive he had been in those pictures. “Yes, but only a little bit.”

  “He is playing a new role, and needs to learn about Amish culture. So what I would like you to do is help him out. Let him come into your home, and teach him everything. This is a very important role to him, and we are willing to offer you ample compensation for your time and effort.” John explained.

  “Well, he would have to come in as a cousin. We’d have to try and make it possible that the community would believe it. See I’m already quite the outcast here. But bringing in a man, who isn’t related, no they would tar and feather me for sure. I’d be kicked out and have nowhere left to go, my siblings, I don’t know if they would send them with me. I have no clue what would happen, but it isn’t something I want to experience.” Sara explained.

  “Of course, we will follow your rules. Aren’t you interested in how much we will be paying you?” He asked.

  Sara realized she hadn’t found out what he was offering. She realized it was because she was thinking of what Ben North looked like. He was rugged and very handsome. “Of course I do, how much are you offering me?”

  “We will give you $250,000.”

  She sat up surprised by the huge amount of money. If she used that correctly, it could keep the farm running for years. “When will he be coming?”

  “Is next month okay?”

  “Sure.”

  “Good, see you in a month. Thank you very much. I’ll bring the money that day when I drop him off.” John shook her hand and said goodbye.

  Sara plopped down on the sofa. Her life would soon change for the better and she would have Ben North in her house!

  Chapter Two

  Ben North looked out of the windows as they drove through Lancaster, Pennsylvania. “What kind of world is this? I’ve not seen one oriental restaurant, let alone a Thai food one. What in the world has John talked him into? How in the world will he survive here?” He talked to the driver.

  He heard the man chuckle lightly, “No sir you won’t find much choices in food here. But you’ll really enjoy what they have to offer. The Amish food is something that many enjoy around here, and pay quite a pretty penny for.”

  Ben looked around more; he couldn’t even imagine what this was going to be like. In a slight panic he pushed the button on his phone and calls John.

  “John, how the hell will I do this? I mean seriously, is she going to take me around all the other people? I don’t think I’ve learned enough to pull off really being Amish.” Ben questioned the man quickly.

  “Look, you want to do a great job on this role right? You will have to absorb as much about the culture as you can. The good news is that you won’t have too many visitors; she is kind of considered an outcast there. It was why I picked her out of all the choices. She also wants to make sure you don’t blow your cover, so she’ll watch how much
interaction you have with everyone. If they find out something, they will banish her from their community.” John explained.

  “What? John, why didn’t you tell me that before I agreed to this? What if I blow it for her? How do you think I’d feel knowing I got some girl banished from her whole community?” Ben could feel his blood pressure rising. It was so much more pressure on him, he didn’t think he liked it one bit.

  “I didn’t tell you because you wouldn’t have agreed to it. But Ben this is what you need to pull this off. You’ll have lived the life and you’ll know exactly how they would react. You’re sure to bring home the Oscar for this one, no doubt about it. But in order to do that, you had to go. Tell me Ben, if I would have told you about the chance she was taking. If I would have said, look Ben if you get found out, her and her brother and sister may be kicked out of the community. Would you have agreed to do it?” John asked.

  “Hell no I wouldn’t have agreed. It’s not just her but two other people? John, you’ve put me in some sort of spot, I’m just thinking of calling it all off.” Ben said.

  “Look Ben, the kid really needs the money. Her farm is going to be lost if she doesn’t get it. Plus I took the money to her yesterday. She’s got it already. You should have seen her face. Seriously, I think we just saved her family with this offer.” John explained.

  Ben felt his heart melt a bit. “Oh shit. Alright, I’ll do it, but I’m not going to like it one bit.” He cut off the call without saying goodbye.

  The thing was John knew him quite well, he knew what would make Ben feel bad for Sara Albright. That was his hostess name. He was to be her cousin Ben from out of town.

  He knew John had picked this girl on purpose. John had most likely checked out everything he could about her. Then approached her and made her an offer she couldn’t refuse. Not if she wanted to ensure her family farm was to continue. It was a dirty ploy, but it had worked. Ben knew that John was right about this role.