by Alexis Angel
She pulls back a little, the vibrant green of her dress making her eyes shine darkly blue and setting off her pale hair.
“You’re hot,” I whisper in her ear.
She looks surprised and a bit confused. “Don’t you have a girlfriend here?”
I shake my head quickly. “No. No girlfriend.”
“Really?” Her hands grip my shoulders.
She’s hopeful. Expectant. Fuck, yes!
I slide my hands around her waist, bringing her closer to me. Fuck it. I’m going for it.
She’s hot, and I’ve got her here in my hands right now. She bends against me, and I know she wants me.
She’s as hot for me as I am for her.
“Hey, Minnie,” I begin.
“Yes?” She looks into my eyes.
“I think you’re gorgeous and lovely. Your flowers are beautiful. I want to know everything about you. I want to kiss away the sadness in your eyes. I can’t take it that you seem to live in pain. Let me try. Give me a chance.”
She strokes the side of my face, then she stands on tiptoe, our lips just inches apart. I cradle her head in one hand and lean down into the kiss.
Her mouth is hot and sweet. Gently, our lips play against each other, cautiously exploring with tongues.
She starts running her hands over my shoulders, and my cock is getting harder by the second. I don’t want to scare her. I’m pretty sure it will take more than one hot kiss to get her panties off.
She grips my hand, smiling as she pulls back. She takes a few steps away, tugging me along.
“Come on,” she whispers. “Let’s get out of here!”
She heads for one of the side doors in the apartment. Bedrooms, maybe?
Play it cool, I tell myself, don’t push.
It’s all about her and how far she wants to go. My cock feels painful already. I indulge in casual sex quite a bit, but I feel an intensity for Minnie that I’ve never felt before.
I don’t just want to bang the fuck out of her. I want to really find out what she loves and give it to her until that sad look in her eyes is gone.
As much as I’m turned on, I’m also in a state of wonder and disbelief. This morning, I introduced myself. Now, I’m touching her.
I knew it from the first moment I saw her. Once I touch her, I’m never letting her go.
Four
Minette
Emilia got to my house early with a bottle of tequila. We did a few rounds of lick, sip, suck, and by that stage, it was easy to convince me into my favorite dress.
She sulked around about Evan a bit, but if Evan can’t appreciate her, he doesn’t deserve her. There are a million other guys out there who want Emilia. He can either toe the line or get in line as far as I’m concerned.
I haven’t worn this dress since before Mom and Dad died. It’s true the tequila loosened me up. But really, it’s Andy that has made the change in me.
I thought about him all day, and I got the impression that if I did nothing, he would disappear.
I can’t let that happen. These days, I try to imagine the rest of my life without Andy, and it always brings a pain to my chest.
I need to know more about him…I need to touch him. To tell him that someone cares for him.
I’ve suffered enough. I’m not going to put myself through hell anymore. Mom and Dad wouldn’t want that.
I’m going to take the shot.
I’m another five glasses of wine in when I hit the dance floor with Emmy. When she disappears, I know it must be because Andy is behind me.
We exchange a few words. I can’t focus. He’s wearing a well-fitted black shirt and charcoal pants. I haven’t seen him looking so fine.
I’m totally distracted. For a few seconds, I give in to my fear, that maybe he’s not interested…can’t possibly be. Then, I see his eyes.
The need. The hunger. I feel it, too.
I drag him away from the dance floor and into the nearest room. It’s dark and not so quiet, but it’s empty.
He starts kissing me gently as I turn around. His gorgeous long-fingered hands stroke my sides. His mouth is deep and hot.
I can feel myself getting wet, my pussy throbbing. I run my hands along his sides tightly under the fine black shirt. I rub up against him, and he moans softly.
“I don’t think I can do this.”
My chest feels cold and empty. I knew it. I’m too boring for him. My chest feels cold and empty.
“Why?” I ask it, sure I know the answer.
He clenches his fists. “I want you too much.”
I don’t understand for a second. Then I give him a hard shove. He falls on the bed, and I follow suit, bouncing down beside him.
I snuggle against him, breathing in his deep, clean smell.
“I want you, Andy. I really do.”
He rolls on to his side, drawing my face back to his for a deep kiss. He starts slipping the straps off my shoulders, grabbing my breasts, and the hard knot inside me begins to loosen. His strong arms wrap around my waist as he moves his mouth to my nipples.
My hips are writhing now. It’s been so long, I forgot how bright the fire can burn.
He runs one hand along my thigh and slides it up into my hot wet pussy. I grab his hand, pushing the palm against my clit as his fingers search deeper.
He teases my nipples with his teeth, alternating between small, soft nips and long, lingering kisses, and I thrash between his hands and mouth.
I shudder from the inside out, orgasm breaking over me, crackling through my nervous system. I gasp, pulling his face so I can kiss him deeply as my pussy spasms around his fingers.
He grins, holding me tight.
“That good, huh?” His voice is deep and soft.
I can only nod as I start to grind against his hand again. I dive in with my lips for more kisses. We tease each other’s tongues for a while before he pulls my dress down around my waist.
He sits up to look at me and squeezes my breasts.
“I’ve shown you mine,” I say, then I gesture at him. “Show me yours.”
He laughs, unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it to the floor. He’s very pale, no tan, but his muscles are sculpted and gorgeous.
He’s strong, tall, and slender. Kneeling over me, he undoes the belt and lets his cock out.
It’s huge and straining. I open my legs, thinking he’s going to put it right in. I’m aching all over my pussy, my clit, and my lower back. As he leans his head down and pulls up my skirt, I can feel tremors inside me.
His lips touch my clit, and I grab the back of his head, pushing his mouth against me.
I gasp, squirming, knees falling open as he licks my clit, kissing it and sucking on it. He takes two of those gorgeous, long fingers and gently fingers my pussy. I’m grinding with my hips now, and it’s all too much.
I can’t hold on to his head anymore, and my arms fall back against the mattress. He lifts my hips, hands on my ass, eating me out as I come, again and again. His tongue inside me moves likes it’s looking for something, darting between my pussy and my clit.
He stops and eases his hands and head out from under my skirt. I’m trembling, moaning softly.
“Are you okay?” His eyes are dark and concerned in the soft light.
I nod, touching his face. “It’s just been a while for me.”
“For me, too.”
I move closer to him, smiling. “You going to put it in or what?”
He runs a hand over my shoulder and down to my breast, caressing the nipple with his thumb.
“You want me?” he asks, voice thick and low, but I hear uncertainty on his tongue.
I grab his hands, rocking my hips against him. “I want you. I want you forever.”
He looks so sad all of a sudden. I think I must have said the wrong thing. Then, he grabs my shoulders and leans down, kissing me deep and hard, pressing me against the bed.
He looks into my eyes, stroking my face.
“I want you, too. Forever.�
�� His voice catches.
Then, all I can see are the broken pieces of our lives that fit together to make us whole. I don’t know all that he’s suffered. He doesn’t yet know anything about me, but that doesn’t matter.
We know that we fit. There’s a sense of completion, of security, in our joined souls. A feeling of comfort I never thought I would have again.
We fit. That’s all that matters. Together, the puzzle is complete.
Five
Armand
Minnie is spread out on the bed under me, and it’s so intense I think I might pass out.
My cock is so ridiculously hard, all the blood in my body must be pounding at its head.
She wants me. She wants me as bad as I want her.
She wriggles closer to me, and I run my hands along her smooth thighs. I can taste her cum all over my lips and smell her all over me.
I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy.
I start to slide into her pussy. It’s so wet and hot. I look up to her eyes and see her staring at my face.
It’s powerfully erotic. I’ve never had a woman look me in the eye before, not while I’m putting my cock in her.
They all close their eyes, look away, bury their head in a pillow.
Not Minnie. She puts her hands on her thighs as she opens her legs further, knees up, feet flat on the bed. Her eyes trail over my chest and back up to my eyes.
I thought looking at her tight pussy was hot. Fuck, this is so fucking intense! Her dark blue eyes are black and glinting in the dark.
I want to close my eyes. It’s a natural instinct. But I can’t.
I look up into her face as my cock goes in, inch by inch. This is not just sex. This is…this is our souls making love.
It’s like my cock is attached to my heart.
Not breaking the gaze, Minnie slides her hips down. Her hands find my wrists and grip me tightly as she begins to grind.
I can’t move for a second as she rocks against me, forcing my cock in. All the way in.
I’m throbbing inside her with no room to spare.
A smile slowly creeps across her face. I lean down and kiss her, trying to be soft and gentle.
She’s a fucking goddess, and yet she’s as delicate as one of her flowers.
Minnie grabs my head and trails a kiss down to my throat. She drags her tongue up under my ear and presses it between her teeth gently. Her hot breath gasps against my ear.
“Fuck me, Andy. Fuck me hard.”
I grab her hips, moaning as my body obeys her without thought or question. I thrust forward on my knees, pounding into her.
I expect her to close her eyes, roll and thrash, but she doesn’t. She keeps looking at me, and I can’t look away. Her hands grip my forearms, fingers running up and down my hard muscles.
I’m a thing of strung tension, holding it—just holding it. She’s so fucking hot, I just want to come, and I can feel it racing up on me.
I can’t bear those quiet eyes anymore. I fall against her.
Hot nipples jiggle against my skin as I press my body against hers. I wrap my arms around her shoulders, crushing her to me, burying my face in her long brown hair.
I start gasping as my hips jerk against her, and she opens wider, thrusting and opening up for me.
I feel her spasming, again and again, hot sweet pussy lips grabbing at my cock from the inside out. She cries out, gripping me around the shoulder blades as her hips rock in time with the shudders inside.
Feeling the muscles going hot, slick, and loose as the tension bleeds out of her, I let myself go. I thrust hard and fast, slapping against her as she lays quiet and passive, one hand on the back of my head.
I let out a long, drawn-out moan as I come in stages, bit by bit.
It’s like my cock is confused or something. I’m still too aroused.
Once is not going to be enough for me. As usual.
I collapse down beside her, breathing heavily and shaking. She moves across to me, hugging my chest as she cuddles under my arm. I kiss her deeply and feel her whole body soften against me immediately.
She’s ready for more—like she was fucking made for me.
“Maybe we should go back to my place,” she says with a sweet smile. “I’m not even sure whose bed we’re in.”
I feel an icy shock as I remember where we are. I had totally forgotten.
Anyone could walk in and see us.
“Sounds like a good idea. I really don’t feel like going back to my place.”
“So, I’m just convenient, am I?” She’s joking, but there’s an edge to it.
She likes her space. Or maybe she assumes that I take her for a quick fuck.
I tell her about my roommates and our very charitable abode. Why my place isn’t suitable for a romantic liaison.
She laughs at me. “I never thought you were that kind of guy.”
“Yeah, well I’m not all bad!”
I give her a quick run-down on my situation, about my parents and my art. She wants to see my paintings and sculptures.
“A sensitive soul trapped in the body of a lion.” She sits up and kisses me.
It feels amazing to have this kind of focused attention. Minnie really gets living for the moment. There is an immediacy of feeling that shocks me to my bones.
We get up to head back to her place, and I can’t wait to get her alone. Really alone, where I can savor every sweet fucking inch of her.
As she fixes her dress, I put my pants on, trying to think this through. I can’t just move in.
I don’t want to worry about that now. I want to indulge her every erotic whim.
There’s a dim light in my pocket. I pull out the phone. New message.
Got an old buddy to look at your art. Sold three pieces for over twenty grand. Your dad wants in. He’s putting you back in the will. Calling tomorrow with details for your first exhibition. Trust fund will be enabled by the afternoon. Uncle Matt.
Minnie comes over and kisses me.
“Everything okay?”
I can’t stop grinning. I kiss her hard. I’m so happy I can’t breathe.
“Everything is great.”
She smiles back. “Ready to go?”
“I’m ready to go anywhere with you. Just say when.”
We hold hands as we leave the room. Wherever we go now, it will always be together.
Alexis and WineBar #8
“You have never been happier,” my friend told me as we sat down to lunch.
And it was true.
I had never been happier before.
I was a girlfriend. Who had a boyfriend.
All that casual stuff was over.
He was mine. I could rub myself all over him every morning.
I could hold him whenever I wanted.
I could be upset and he would always try and make me happy.
I was his.
And he was mine.
And together, we were one.
“But doesn’t he travel a lot?” she asked me. “Won’t you miss him a lot?”
I stopped for a moment.
I had never thought about that.
Was our love strong enough to last the test of distance?
I know it’s weird, but I remember thinking this one question over and over. How far would he go to keep me as his personal slut, forever?
Naomi & Paul
Naomi & Paul
One
Naomi
My phone buzzes, and I look to see it’s him.
God, that’s the third time today.
Can’t a guy take a hint?
Reluctantly, I answer. “Hi, Chris. Uh-huh, yeah. I had a nice time, too. No, I’m busy tonight. Sure, maybe another time. Okay, bye.”
I am so sick of dating.
At least three times a week, I’m going out with a different guy, and yeah, you might think I should be happy about it, the interest and everything, but the truth is it’s getting pretty dull.
Christopher stood out as a parti
cularly bad date. He was conceited and just…blasé about everything. He’s a lawyer, and really, that kind of talk gets boring quickly.
I don’t care who he’s suing or for how much money.
Ugh.
When did the city and the dating landscape become so predictable?
I throw my Chanel purse onto the new industrial-chic chair I just bought and sink down into my soft leather couch. What a day.
As a stylist, I go out with a lot of industry people. And can I just tell you a little secret?
Guys in the fashion world…not so rugged.
I find myself dating a lot of models. Some of them are cool, but for the most part, they’re self-obsessed, skinny, and egocentric.
I mean, when your date is calorie-counting more than you are, that’s a bad sign.
Maybe this is just me feeling weary. It’s been a year since my last relationship. His name was Derek, and I’ve never gotten over him—nor do I want to.
My heart still aches for him every single night.
And so this revolving door of men has been my way of coping with the past. You see, the relationship ended on bad terms.
He cheated on me. I never thought that would happen to me in my entire life. I thought we had trust.
And yet I found myself coming home to find him banging a mutual friend in our bed.
I’ve been jaded ever since. You would be too if you saw that sight—her legs wrapped tightly around him. He was pumping into her hard, and I walked right in just as she was tearing her nails down my man’s back and screaming his name.
Fuck, the image of it never gets any easier.
I drag myself up off the couch to pour myself a glass of Pinot Noir. Something to take the edge off a long day.
I’m exhausted.
I mean, it was a long day but a good day. I feel constantly inspired by the models, the photographers, and most especially the editors who fuse their eye for design with my clothing creations.
I live in a fast-paced world, and I’m one of the best stylists around—which accounts for my growing bank account and this beautiful apartment.
