by Rose Caraway
Expressionless, the therapist attempted to clarify things for her patient. “God gave us our natural sexual desires, Laura. Embracing what is natural is not wrong. It is what our bodies were made to do.”
“My body wasn’t made to go around fucking strangers.”
The therapist tilted her head to one side in a gesture of significant thought, and said, “That is certainly an unsafe behavior, and one which I would not recommend to any of my patients. However, sexual activity is by no means unnatural or unhealthy. Sex is a biological need.”
“It’s not a need. It’s definitely a desire, but no, it’s not a need.” Laura had been raised in a strict religious home and her upbringing showed.
“Laura,” the therapist gently asked as she leaned forward in her chair, “do you think that you would be behaving like this now if you had not deprived yourself for so long?”
Laura was silenced as she considered this notion. Several moments went by before she was able to give an honest answer. “No.”
Her therapist smiled gently at her and patted Laura on the knee. “You must free yourself to experience your own sexuality, and that is exactly what you are doing right now. Yes, your behavior is a bit extreme, but in time, after you have relieved your pent-up frustration and inhibitions, it will all even out and you’ll be comfortable in your own sexual expression. This is an experimental phase of reawakening everything that you repressed since you split from your husband five years ago. Now let go, relax and enjoy the ride.” With that the therapist winked at Laura, and the session was over.
An hour later, Laura was at the automotive repair shop adjacent to the shopping mall. Her car had been making an odd clanking noise every time she turned a corner, and since she took the entire afternoon off from work for her therapy session, it seemed like a good time to get it fixed and do a little shopping while she waited. After she’d explained the noise to the kid behind the counter, he suggested the mechanic take a test-drive with her to diagnose the problem. Although she was annoyed at the delay this posed to her trip to the mall, all aggravation abated when she got one look at the mechanic. He stood about six feet tall with dark and thick wavy hair, a scrumptious and well-trimmed matching goatee, solidly muscular arms and piercing green eyes the likes of which she had never seen before. His chiseled jawline and angular nose made him a near-perfect male specimen, and Laura was instantly attracted to him.
Her mind went into overdrive as she simultaneously carried on a normal conversation with the automotive repair professional, all the while entertaining fantasies about the numerous ways she wanted to fuck him. He asked her questions like, How often do you hear the noise? And, When was the last time your car was serviced? Although she answered appropriately, her mind was racing with questions of her own such as, How big is that cock? What would one of those thick fingers feel like inside my pussy? Or, even better, What would that tongue be like lapping at my clit? With such important questions on her mind, it was difficult to focus on her vehicle’s service history.
Moments later they were both inside her car, she in the passenger seat while he drove. There was something indescribably magnetic about him, and she sat there silently drinking in his masculine presence.
She wanted him.
No, she had to have him.
She wanted to rip into his shirt and run her hands over his bare chest, push him down in the seat, then unzip his pants and play with his cock. Numerous glances at his crotch indicated there was something very nice hidden within, but these glances only served to fuel her curiosity. What would he do if she leaned over and reached into his pants for a nice feel of what he had? Would he be offended? Frightened? Disgusted? Or would it turn him on and drive him into the same wild frenzy to which she was rapidly escalating?
He drove her car down the service road that wound back behind the mall while she gazed at every part of his body. His manly scent filled the interior of her car and intoxicated her as the fantasies played out in her mind, one after another. She visualized taking charge of him and mounting his cock like a ravenous whore, thrusting her hips back and forth on top of him as his manly hands rubbed all over her body.
There was a nearly deserted side road coming up ahead, and she mentally debated whether or not she should ask him to turn down it. Almost too late, she gestured left and said, “Turn down there.” With lightning fast reflexes he immediately did so.
Once they drove several yards down the wooded road, she asked him to stop the car. He glanced at her in a combined expression of confusion and curiosity, but he did exactly as she asked. As he moved the gearshift into PARK, Laura took particular note of the movement of his arm muscles that ran from his wrist to his elbow, and when he turned to face her she ran the fingers of her left hand up along his forearm, tracing those very same muscle lines.
Clearly a little surprised by this physical contact, he looked into her eyes and asked, “Yes?”
Laura smiled mischievously. “That’s exactly what I want to hear from you.”
“Yeah?” he asked. “What else do you want to hear from me?”
Laura shook her head. “Nothing.”
The next instant she had her mouth up to his and their tongues were gently becoming acquainted with each other; warm and wet, they danced together inside the open mouths of the mechanic and the woman so newly awakened from her sexual coma. And awaken she had. Lust and arousal had now taken Laura to the point of no return, and her animal instincts took over.
Breathing more heavily, she maneuvered herself around so that she was kneeling in the seat and leaning over the object of her desire. She unbuttoned her blouse and the front snap of her bra, exposing her full and beautiful breasts to him. “Suck them,” she commanded.
He looked up at her for an instant, smiled eagerly and immediately took the hard nipple of her left tit into his mouth. While his tongue playfully teased the one, his hand gently fondled and caressed the other. Laura tilted her head back and groaned with pleasure, which intensified to bliss, and at once she could feel the moisture welling up inside her pussy. Her panties were quickly soaked with all the juices of her arousal, and she hiked up her skirt to her hips, latched both thumbs on either side of the elastic band of her red lace underpants and pulled them downward. Consequently, the interior of her car now filled with the effervescent aroma of her profoundly wet and passionately worked-up, cavernous rosebud. Hole. Vag. Pussy. Muff. Snatch. Cunt. Bearded clam. All the terms she could think of for her vagina danced through her head like a series of primary flashcards for porn, and she giggled at the mental imagery it produced.
Startled, he asked, “What?”
She smiled down at him, dangled her panties in front of his face and asked, “Can you smell me?”
He put his nose directly into the crotch of her panties and inhaled purposefully, as if he were sampling the aroma of a fine cigar, and replied, “Yes, even better now. But I’ve been smelling you almost since the moment we got into your car.”
Laura’s mouth opened slightly in surprise. “Excuse me?”
Eyes twinkling, the mechanic repeated, “I’m serious. I could smell this sweet aroma within moments of getting inside the car.”
Laura stuffed the scanty red lace undergarment into the mouth of her newly discovered favorite automotive technician, reached around to the side of the driver’s seat, adjusted it to fully recline and pushed her hot play toy down to a prone position. He offered no resistance. Immediately she opened the fly of his pants and reached her hand inside, his muffled groan adding to her excitement. Buried in his checkerboard boxers was a thick and sizable cock growing larger by the moment. She released his manly appendage completely, leaned down and licked the soft head as she wrapped her hand around the base of the shaft. The bulging vein pulsated in her petite hand as she gently stroked up and down his ever-stiffening cock. It was hers to play with as she pleased, and she was enjoying every moment of it.
His hands were thick and strong as he massaged them up and down her arms
and back. Then he began to undress her, removing her open blouse and bra, then her skirt, until she was fully naked in the car. Laura felt exhilarated in the knowledge that should anyone drive by, her real-life fuck fantasy in progress would be visible to all. It made her even hornier, if such a thing were possible, so she straddled him and mounted his swollen rod. Slowly pushing her wet and salacious pussy down every inch of his cock, she moaned from the base of her throat in ecstasy. His cock felt phenomenal sliding inside her, hitting every sensitive spot along the way and satisfying the ravenousness she felt within.
Arching her back, she thrust her hips back and forth, slowly at first, then a little faster. Her long hair swept across the base of her back, adding another element of sensual pleasure to the moment. With her eyes closed she shifted the rhythm of her hips to form small circular motions that intensified the stimulation to her clit. At the same time he took hold of both her nipples and started gently massaging them with his fingertips. Within seconds she felt the rush of an orgasm beginning to build up inside her, and she whimpered. As she continued to ride him the sensation intensified, and a moan vibrated deep within her throat. His cock, solidly stuffed inside her warm and creamy cavern, was a perfect fit that indulgently gratified her insatiable pussy and stimulated every sensitive point within it. Suddenly, Laura felt the consuming eruption of orgasm overtake her entire body, and she let out a groan that grew to an animalistic howl at the moment of climax.
As she drifted back down to earth from her intense, inner-body experience, she panted, “Oh damn, oh damn that was great.”
She opened her eyes just in time to see her fuck toy remove the panties from his mouth. He smiled broadly and said, “Yes it was. But after tasting the delicious appetizer you so kindly shoved into my mouth, I’m going to have to have a taste of the entrée.” He sat up, kissed her deeply and said, “Of course my challenge now is to create a repeat performance of the climax I just witnessed you enjoy.” He shook his head ever so slightly, then added, “But I do enjoy a challenge.”
With a contented murmur, Laura replied, “Oh, no. I don’t think I can. I don’t think I have it in me.”
The mechanic chuckled while caressing her shoulders. “No woman who does what you just did is done this quickly. Relax, beautiful, and let me handle this one.”
He gently returned her to the passenger’s seat and put the driver’s seat back into an upright position. “Get in the back seat, sweetie, and lie down.”
Now Laura took direction from him and happily did as she was told. As she climbed in back and lay down, he walked around to the other side of the car and opened the back passenger-side door. He knelt down on the ground, grabbed hold of Laura’s thighs and pulled her pussy up to meet his face as he buried it down into her.
First he teased her by softly running his nose and goatee up and down her lips, tantalizing her with the thrill of what was to come, then he lightly blew several little puffs of air over her groin and the sensation made Laura shudder with delight. Then she felt him plunge his tongue right onto her clit and he stroked it with several deep, long licks that made her pussy surge and swell with more of the sweet creaminess that had engulfed his cock moments before.
An instant later Laura felt him begin to explore inside of her with one finger, then another. He gently curled his middle finger upward and hit her pleasure spot with precision-like skill, causing great waves of euphoria to travel up and down Laura’s body. She shuddered in response. Alternating his tongue and finger between her clit and pussy, the skilled technician brought her to the edge of climax, relaxed his maneuvering just enough to bring her back down and then repeated his handiwork. He continued to repeat his technique over and over again. His only goal was to tease her orgasm to the edge of existence, then force it to back off until it could grow into a cataclysmic, body-rocking event. And he was quite successful. When he finally allowed her to achieve the climax he had been manipulatively teasing for what felt to her like hours, her entire body became engulfed in spasms. She reached her arms above her and clenched the door panel just over her head, her feet curled downward and her body shook so hard the car rocked in place. The explosion she felt within herself was literally felt by every nerve ending in her body, and she reveled in the lingering ecstasy for several blissful moments.
Covered in a thin, glistening layer of sweat, her skin shimmered in the tree-dappled late afternoon sunlight that poured through the windows of her car. He gazed at her beautiful body, spent from the pleasure she had experienced, and when she finally came back down to earth, she opened her eyes to see him watching her.
“Wow. Incredible,” was all she could say.
“Yes, you are,” he replied with a smile.
Smiling back at him, she responded, “I believe it’s your turn now.”
He shook his head. “Can’t right now. We’ve been gone way too long as it is, and I have to get back. But I want to do this again very soon. Sound good?”
“Sounds delightful, but it hardly seems fair that I’ve cum so hard twice now, and you haven’t at all. How about a quick blow job? You’ve gotta still be hard.”
He leaned into the car, kissed her as he retrieved her clothes from the front seat and handed them to her. “I’m pretty sure I’ll be hard right up until we can get together again for another round of fun. But there’s one thing I know for sure, and that’s that it will totally be worth the wait.”
Smiling at his little bit of flattery while buttoning her blouse, Laura paused, and then looked back at him. Nearly blushing, she asked, “Um, what’s your name?”
The mechanic threw back his head and laughed heartily. “Haven’t we already been formally introduced?” he teased her. He stretched out his hand to shake hers and said, “My name’s Greg; it’s nice to meet you.”
Shades of Desire
Allen Dusk
Coal dust befouled the skies above the great cities, reducing the mighty sun to a red smear behind perpetual chestnut haze. Aspiring astronomers climbed the highest peaks or traveled far beyond the urban sprawl for sanitary glimpses of the heavens through polished lenses. Around them in the dense woods others also gazed skyward while dancing beneath the moon. These were the covens of witches, who had learned the cycles of the stars many millennia ago, before any steam-powered engine ever spun its gears.
An owl perched amidst the twisted limbs of a dying tree, a silhouette of bare flesh centered in its reflective stare. It hooted once, ruffled its feathers against the brisk night and watched the ceremony unfold.
Adora stood in the exact center of the pentacle traced with lines of salt. An obsidian rune dangled between her supple breasts from a hemp cord strung about her neck. Winds howled through rattling branches, but the air inside the protective circle stood still.
Her hair was perfect, parted straight down the middle, one half stark white and dusted silver, the other half raven black and powdered cobalt blue. Lengthy bangs were held back from her face by bobbins of lace. Hours of tedious waxing ensured smooth caressing of pale flesh.
Biding time, she waited with her head tilted toward the heavens; patience was the only virtue ever learned through trials with the coven mothers. Fine scars from their lashings crisscrossed like fine lace across her bare bottom. No matter the depth of her concentration, her gifts never matured at the rate they’d desired. Then, soon after the Fever consumed her, everything changed. Aether bent at her whim, and the mothers concealed their fear when anger burned inside her eyes.
“Guardians of the Spirit Realm,” she spoke loud with a hint of her old French accent. “When the witching hour rings true, bring my lover Alexandre back to me. Other souls may hear my call, but they are not welcome in this place. Only the one named Alexandre Malveaux, who has known my body more intimately than any other, may enter this sacred space.”
Wormwood incense smoldered around her bare toes. The owl looked on in wait; Adora’s chest rose and fell numerous times with her breath. She stood still, her patience waning.
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nbsp; Adora raised her arms; incandescent aether swirled about her fists. Her breasts heaved with a deep breath before she yelled into the night, “Oh, great and marvelous Guardians of the Spirit Realm, hear my plea! I have been a faithful servant, practicing my craft in ways only intended to please your will. I beg of you, on this anniversary of our proposal, that you bring Alexandre forth, so that I may kiss his lips, and feel his arms about me one last time.”
Long shadows of curious spirits gathered around the circle, wondering who dared disrupt their slumber. To some blackened eyes her form was all too familiar.
“Please, I beg of you!” Frustration swirled in the centers of her crystal-blue eyes. “The fracture through my heart cracks deeper with every passing moment. I have asked for nothing in return while others use their gifts for only personal gain. After all these years of faithful devotion I fail to understand why my request is continually denied.”
“Bring my lover forth, I command you, you stale shadows of grandeur passed!” Adora clapped her hands above her head. Rings of blinding light exploded outward from the circle. Shock waves scattered spirits, splintered trees, and blew the owl into a cloud of gore and feathers.
She searched for any vestige of her lover’s form. Only the wake of destruction surrounded. Her lips jittered, tears misted her eyes, yet she refused to utter even a sob. Renewed burden weighed down her shoulders. She gathered her supplies, wrapped herself in a wolf-skin cloak and cantered into the night.
Adora twiddled her thumbs; her eyes traveled between vendors of the Barton Hill Marketplace. The poultry farmer sat on the edge of his wagon with his expression stretched long. He sighed twice in the same minute; a positive indication the morning had started slow. Even his crated chickens appeared bored. She needed a fresh flow of revenue after exhausting her savings on the airship venture out to the Crimean Battlegrounds. Perhaps a niche market would arise for her peculiar talents. She angled her sign to allow passersby a better read. FORTUNES TOLD, fancy letters proclaimed without listing a price.
