Erotica Ebooks: Free ebook sample of "Journey to Dimension Nine" by Raven West

“Let my words give you sustenance, nourish your spirit and take you places you've never imagined. Not just for today when you've read them, but for whatever forever exists in this life. Or the next.”

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The Journey Begins

It was another New Year’s Eve and another annual extravaganza at the Garrison home. Barbara, as usual, planned everything down to the finest detail, selecting the most expensive caterers, Waterford crystal, Mikasa china and a live twelve-piece band. She wasn’t about to let Warren’s horrific taste in clothes spoil her perfect setting.

“You’re not wearing that awful jacket to my party!” she shrieked. “Take that thing off and put on the beige camel I bought you.”

Warren felt the knots in his stomach tighten, but with their guests arriving in minutes the last thing he wanted, or had time for, was another argument. He took a deep breath and exchanged his comfortable suit coat with the scratchy one Barbara demanded he wear.

Between clenched teeth, Warren replied, “Fine, Barbara, whatever you want.”

Ignoring his tone she held out her wrist and handed him a shining diamond bracelet.

“Help me with this, Warren.”

It was not a request, it was an order. The words, please and thank you were never part of his wife’s vocabulary. Warren fastened the bracelet “Santa” had given her for Christmas. Barbara wasn’t a religious woman, but she did love to celebrate any holiday that included receiving presents. Giving was not a word in her vocabulary.

“I’m going downstairs to greet our guests. Fix your tie and meet me there. Remember Warren, there is no smoking in the house.”

Warren watched his wife head down the stairs. He recalled when they first met how very attractive she had been. Her physical appearance emitted pure white heat, but emotionally, Barbara was the epitome of a pure white glacier. Unfortunately, Warren hadn’t discovered her true nature until after their first child was born, eleven months after they were married. Any pretense of affection vanished almost the instant Barbara added her name to Warren’s bank accounts.

Barbara did her duty as a mother, but being a wife was never a consideration, and after their second child was born, being a lover wasn’t either. Now, at nearly fifty she no longer took any special concern with her appearance. She didn’t wear make-up, refused to color her mousy brown hair, and she’d put on quite a few designer-dressed extra pounds.

Warren was devoted to his children and would never think of jeopardizing their home life for the sake of a brief affair, even if it meant his only satisfaction came from self-induced stimulation. He knew of private clubs where anything goes was the party line, but he was too nervous about someone seeing him and telling Barbara, or an important business client to dare even one visit. The repercussions of exposure would be devastating. Warren managed to convince himself there were more important things in life than passion and sex.

After a while he became accustomed to his life, filling in the void with new additions to his house, a finished basement, heated swimming pool and several new cars. He surrounded himself with material pleasures in an effort to replace the loss of the physical kind.

For her part, Barbara kept the house impeccable and created an elegant social atmosphere whenever he needed to entertain clients. She arranged many business events so his company thrived, so he made more money, so she could spend more money. It was a comfortable business relationship.

There were times when he had considered leaving, but then thought where would he go? He was fifty-five, no longer the man of his youth, and too set in his ways to start anything new. But there were many nights when he longed for warm arms around him, soft kisses in the darkness and a hungry, wet pussy to fill with his abandoned desires. Divorce would ruin him and murder was out of the question. Considering the alternatives, Warren was reasonably happy. He had a good life, contented with his own reality, or so he kept telling himself even as he straightened his suffocating tie, buttoned the irritating jacket and headed down the stairs.

The house filled up quickly with revelers anxious to eat, drink and make fools of themselves straight into the New Year. Warren sat at the bar eyeing some of the women from his office and wished he could drink away thirty years. He recognized a blond from accounting. Her tight sequenced gown left nothing to the imagination, including the fact she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Thoughts of pulling her dress over her tight little ass, bending her over the table and fucking her, right there in the middle of the living room, produced a slightly evil grin on his face, an expression that vanished immediately when he caught a glimpse of himself in the wall mirror. He barely recognized the face staring back at him. Nearly thirty years of marriage to the royal ice queen was painfully etched in each new line on his face. His shoulders sagged slightly; the light in his once vibrant blue-gray eyes had dimmed with years of resignation and compromise. Warren straightened his shoulders, sighed deeply, and walked to the living room to greet the “safe” male members of his office staff.

Matt Jordano, George Brown, Dan Cramer and several other top managers were sitting closely together. Warren noticed each had their right hands spread flat on the coffee table, and they were conversing in a suspiciously low volume, which ended abruptly as soon as they noticed Warren approaching. If he had been paranoid, Warren would have thought they knew what he had just been thinking and had been talking about him.

Dan stood up and extended his hand to Warren who shook it, a bit hesitantly. He gave Dan’s wrist a quick glance to see if he could discover what the others were looking at, but all he saw was slightly tanned bare skin.

“Something wrong with your hand, George?” He asked.

“No, of course not, Warren. Just wanted to wish you a Happy New Year.”

“Happy New Year to you, too.” Warren clicked his friend’s glass and took a long sip of his drink.

“Some of the guys are coming over to my house tomorrow to watch the Rose Bowl after we’ve played a few rounds.” Matt said. “You wanna come?”

“I’ll join you at the club for golf, but I have to come straight home afterwards. Barbara wants to go to the mall for the after holiday sales.”

The men exchanged sympathetic glances.

“Sure, Warren. Whatever the misses wants, right guys?” Dan teased.

“Have fun.... shopping.” George tried unsuccessfully to suppress a chuckle.

Warren finished his drink and began walking towards the back door, not fast enough to keep from overhearing the purposely-loud whispers of his friends’ conversation.

“Is that guy totally whipped or what?” he heard Brad remark.

“That’s Warren all right. When Barbara says “jump” he says “how high?”

They watched Warren exit through the sliding glass door.

“If anyone needs this,” Matt held up the back of his wrist and pointed to his, what appeared to be, bare hand, “Warren certainly does.”

“No shit!” Dan agreed, “but I doubt that guy would know what to do with it even if he had it. Well, we’d better get back to the party before they start singing Auld Lang Syne without us.”

While the men rejoined the festivities, Warren left through the back door, taking the stairs down to the beach three at a time. He needed to be alone, to think. His friends were all jerks. What did they know? Maybe Barbara wasn’t perfect, but at least he wasn’t alone. Sometimes a man had to make a few sacrifices for the bigger rewards, like a stable home for his children and someone to accompany him to business related social events. Everyone in the business world knew married men were treated with much more respect than their single counterparts. Especially married men who respected the sanctity of their vows, even if the promise to love had been a lie the moment the words left Barbara’s lips.

Warren walked further away from his party, crossing onto his neighbor’s property. They were in the process of adding a guesthouse and Warren was slightly upset to see the construction crew had left the spotlights turned on displaying an unsightly row of portable toilets along the far end of the beach. Warren grimaced slightly at their appearance. Well, at least they’re not pissing in the ocean, he thought as he quickly walked passed the offensive structures.

Once he was a safe distance away, Warren removed his shoes and socks. He liked the way the warm, wet sand felt between his toes. He took a few steps closer to the ocean then retreated as the cold water nearly met his feet. Warren watched the tide erase his footprints as if they’d never been there. “Like my entire life” he sighed. He started walking inland when he stopped abruptly.

“OW! What the FUCK?” Warren cried out in pain as his foot landed on a sharp object sticking up from the sand. Thinking it might be a piece of glass, he knelt down to retrieve it, but the protrusion was deeply imbedded into the soil. He wiggled it a few times, then gave it a fierce tug, finally wrenching it free. To his amazement, the object he held in his hands wasn’t a broken remnant, but two perfectly shaped crystal diamonds, attached at the center. As Warren ran his finger over the smooth outer edge, the object began to glow. Startled, he dropped it back onto the sand where it immediately returned to its original shade. Cautiously, he picked it up again. At his touch, the object radiated a strange luminescence, sending a slight tremor throughout his body. He felt as if he were floating, yet when he looked down, his feet were well secured on the beach.

Warren could no longer hear the party sounds from his house and for one terrifying moment he thought he might be having a heart attack The small hairs on the back of his neck began to rise and he started to experience a much stranger sensation causing something else to begin to rise. He was astonished to realize what he was feeling was the long forgotten titillation of a tongue lightly flicking over his cock. The longer he held the mysterious crystal, the stronger the feeling became. He was about to throw it away when he heard a silky female voice behind him.

“It’s quite amazing, isn’t it?”

Startled, and a little embarrassed, he quickly spun around, clumsily trying to hide the crystal behind his back.

“What is?” He asked the stranger.

Warren had lived on the beach for over ten years, and thought he knew all the residents, but he was certain he had never seen this woman before. He would have definitely remembered someone with glorious waves of auburn hair cascading wild and untamed down to her shoulders and deep piercing aquamarine eyes that seemed to engulf him in their intense gaze

The stranger gently reached around his waist, intentionally pressing her body close to his. A sensation of warmth and desire flooded over him. Warren forced himself to ignore the feeling by focusing his attention on the now fully illuminated crystal in the lady’s delicate hand.

“The key to Dimension Nine. It’s quite amazing when you feel its affects for the first time.”

“This is a key?” Warren hoped she didn’t hear the tremor in his voice. “What does it open?”

Who are you? He desperately wanted to ask, but his curiosity over the mysterious object overcame his curiosity over the mysterious woman.

Her fingers caressed the top of his hand. Her eyes locked him into a hypnotic gaze. Her voice, slightly above a whisper, answered both of his questions without answering either one.

“It’s a key to any fantasy you’ve ever imagined, and opens your soul to all the pleasures of the universe.”

The woman took several steps closer and before Warren could protest, her soft, hungry lips met his in a warm, tender kiss. She placed her hands on the back of his neck, running her fingers lightly through his hair. Her tongue was sweet; her kisses filled him with a warmth and a passion he hadn’t felt in decades. Warren began to respond, then, realizing where he was, abruptly broke away.

“Stop that. What if the neighbors saw us, or my guests, or my wife!”

The lady’s responsive laughter was full of sensuality.

“Don’t worry, Warren. They can’t see us. They’re all grounded in Dimension One.”

“So, I was right. I did have a heart attack. I’m dead and this is heaven.”

“Hardly dead, but you might think you’ve gone to heaven. My name is Elizabeth. Come this way, please.” Curiosity overcame his trepidation and Warren followed Elizabeth towards the row of his neighbor’s portable toilets.

“I don’t have to pee,” he joked.

“Believe me, Warren, there are many more delightful uses for your cock than urination.”

Elizabeth stopped a few feet in front of the blue boxes. “Look at the doors and tell me what you see.”

Warren squinted at the view, but nothing seemed to have changed. “I can think of more delightful places we can go for you to show me those other uses than a toilet.”

When she didn’t laugh at his lame joke, Warren redirected his attention to the doors. “I don’t see anything but a row of smelly plastic port-a-potties. By the way, how did you know my name? Have we met?”

“I’ll explain everything in a little while. Look closer, Warren. You’ll see not all the doors are exactly the same.”

Warren’s gaze scanned over the line of tall blue boxes, but noticed nothing out of the ordinary. Then, his eyes focused on one that was slightly different from the rest. Above the handle was an indentation formed in the exact double- diamond shape as the crystal he held in his hand.

“Yes, I can see the door on that one looks like this, uh, key.”

“That’s right. Now, place the crystal into the design on the door.”

Warren did as she instructed. The door was immediately encompassed with the same yellow glow he had seen when he’d first freed the object from the sand. Elizabeth opened the door and motioned for him to follow.

“This way.”

“In there? There’s hardly enough room for...” Warren’s astonishment interrupted him in mid- sentence. Once he entered the toilet, he expected to be inside a five by five plastic box, but instead Warren found himself standing in the foyer of an enormous mansion.

“I don’t understand. How? Where?”

“The entrance to Dimension Nine is very similar to the people who are invited here appear to be, so much more on the inside than what can be seen on the outside. Can I fix you a drink?”

“Yes, Scotch. please. I left mine on the beach.”

“Is Macallan all right?”

“All right? You’ve got to be kidding.” Warren was stunned to be offered one of the most exclusive brands of scotch on the free market. At $170,000 a bottle, it was also the most expensive.

“Anything you want is yours for the asking.”

“Is it ok if I smoke in here?”

“Warren, you can do anything, be anything and have anything you desire in Dimension Nine.”

Elizabeth’s lighter was in the shape of a tiny cock. She flicked up the tip and lit his cigarette.

“Anyone you know?” he joked.

“No. It was a gift from another guest and yes, in case you wanted to know, it does have several other uses, but for now it’s just a lighter.”

She could have lit his cigarette with her smile, Warren thought.

“We’ll be more comfortable in the study. This way.”

As he followed her down the hallway, Warren could see every detail of Elizabeth’s slender figure. Her hips gently moved with the grace of a tiger on the prowl and Warren felt like her prey.

Once they were inside the opulent office, Elizabeth walked behind a large mahogany desk and sat down in a plush leather chair. She motioned him to be seated opposite.

“I don’t understand any of this. I found this crystal,” he put it on the desk.

“No, Warren, you didn’t find the crystal. The crystal found you.”

“What do you mean, it found me? I stepped on the damn thing.”

Elizabeth smiled warmly. “True, but that was no accident. It was an invitation, albeit an unusual one. The D-9 crystal is very particular as to whom it invites into Dimension Nine.”

“Why did it choose me? I’m no one special.”

“Warren, you’re a good, decent man. You enjoy your work. You have a wife, children, and a good home. Everyone who knows you sees you as happy and fulfilled, but contentment and happiness are two completely different ideals. You know there’s been a huge void in your life for many years.”

Elizabeth leaned forward across the desk exposing her deep cleavage and voluptuous breasts to a thoroughly mesmerized Warren.

“The fulfillment you seek will never be found within the confines of reality. You’ve been grounded under the weight of responsibilities, family and business obligations and feel a profound sense of guilt. You’re living your life pretending you had everything you wanted, but there’s a large piece missing, which is no way to live. Dimension Nine is eight dimensions above reality. Here, you’re completely free to experience every fantasy you can imagine. This is a place of unlimited pleasure, and unlimited desires realized for the mind, the body and the soul.”

Warren took a large sip of his scotch followed by a long drag on his cigarette. The idea of a place as Elizabeth described couldn’t possible be real, and even if it were, he thought, there were always consequences.

“It sounds wonderful, Elizabeth, but what if someone finds out?” Warren’s old fears and anxieties began to damper his enthusiasm even as Elizabeth’s words were enticing him into a world he desperately wanted to enter.

“Dimension Nine is a place of ultimate freedom, complete safety, and total secrecy. And now,” Elizabeth picked up Warren’s right hand and pointed to his wrist, “you’ve been officially invited.”

Just above Warren’s fingers on the back of his hand was a small golden imprint of the double-diamond. Startled, he pulled his hand back.

“What the hell did you do to me? What is this?” He tried to wipe the design from his hand, but it was imbedded into his skin.

“From the moment you crossed the doorway, you were branded with the symbol of Dimension Nine. It can only be seen by others who have been invited here and it’s invisible to everyone else. Only those who are invited can enter and none who leave may ever return. If you do not wish to accept the invitation, your key will dissolve and the imprint on your hand will vanish.”

“The guys at the party were looking at their hands. Have they all been here?”

“Yes, Matt, Dan, George and several women from your company are all guests.”

“That could be a problem. If anyone saw me and it got back to the office...”

“Warren, I told you Dimension Nine is a place of complete and total safety for everyone who enters. No one can speak of anything they see or do here except to other guests. If they do, the design on their hand will ignite and they will be instantly incinerated. Trust me, you’re completely safe in the real world, the world of reality, what we call Dimension One.

“Wow, that’s some guarantee.”

“Everything here is for your pleasure.” Elizabeth opened the side drawer and handed him the jacket his wife had made him remove earlier.

“How?”

Warren removed the camel coat, tossed it onto the floor and put on his comfortable jacket.

“Just say the word, Warren, and it’s all yours. Whenever, wherever and however you desire.”

“And, all I have to do is find a port-a-potty to get here?”

Elizabeth’s responsive laughter was delicious.

“No, Warren. The entrance to Dimension Nine can be anywhere. You need only hold the crystal at the points and the impression will appear on whatever doorway that will transport you to any fantasy you desire. Dimension Nine is limited only by your imagination. Shall we begin your journey?”

Elizabeth rose from her seat and walked around to the opposite side of the desk. She knelt on the carpet, loosened Warren’s tie and slowly began unbuttoning his shirt. Her long fingernails traced delicate circles over the tiny hairs on his chest. She reached inside his pants, freeing his neglected manhood from its years of imprisonment. She moved lower so her mouth was mere inches away from launching him on a voyage he had wished to travel his entire life.

“No expectations.” She kissed the inside of his right thigh.

“No fear of disappointment.” She kissed the inside of his left thigh.

“No rejection or refusal.” She licked the underside of his balls.

“Unbridled passion, unlike anything you’ve ever known. All you have to do is say yes.”

Elizabeth slid Warren’s throbbing cock into her mouth. She held him firmly between her lips, sucking him to full hardness. She flicked her tongue up and down each side while her fingers stroked over the tip until drops of moisture formed, then she lowered her mouth and drew him deeply into her throat.

Warren closed his eyes and surrendered himself to each delicious sensation. He moved his hips to the rhythm of her wordless symphony and when she brought him to the crescendo, he came with the strength and power of a man in his twenties; strong, hard and fierce.

All his earlier trepidations, all his former apprehensions and all the bonds of reality vanished in one slowly exhaled word.

“Yes.”

You are about to enter

Dimension Nine

A Dimension of Fantasy and Infinite Pleasures

for the mind, the body

and the soul

Touch the points on the Key

Turn the page

and

Begin your journey

Hot Fun in the Summertime

It was a typical New York summer day. The temperature read ninety-five, the humidity made it feel more like two hundred and five. The air was so thick, you could cut it out and serve it on a plate and the only way to cool off was inside an air conditioned room, or a cold shower.

Unfortunately, Roger Carlson didn’t have the luxury of either one. His next meeting was at three, and he was already late. He’d parked his car only a few blocks from the office, but his shirt was already soaked from a combination of humidity and anxiety. He walked passed a local bar and thought about taking a detour for a cold beer, but decided it wouldn’t be a good idea to walk into a conference room with the smell of liquor on his breath, so he kept going.

Just before crossing the next street, he spotted an inviting pink and white awning and a neon sign which flashed “3 Flavors”. He assumed the light on the number 1 had burned out.

“Ice Cream,” he thought, “Just what I need to cool off.”

In his excitement, he failed to see the other design lit underneath.

He entered the ice cream shop and was surprised to find, except for the pimply faced clerk, he was the only customer. On a day like this, he thought the place would be packed. He scanned the display on the wall and was further surprised to read the selection was, as the sign had indicated, only three flavors; vanilla, chocolate and strawberry, and the display case was empty.

“Your selection is rather limited.” he said to the kid.

“We have a very exclusive product, sir. Would you care to try a sample?”

“Exclusive? What’s so exclusive about vanilla, chocolate and strawberry?”

”Would you care to try a sample, sir?”

“What the hell, give me one of each.”

“Good choice. If you’ll wait a moment, I’ll send out your selections.”

“Send out?....” he began, but the boy had already eft, leaving a very puzzled Roger alone the shop, a situation that was shortly changed when three women entered from the side door. One was a long legged striking blond, whose milky white skin looked as if it had never seen a ray of sun. The other was the exact opposite. Her natural brown skin, full sensual lips and jet black hair fell in tight curls to her shoulders. The skin on the last woman was covered in freckles, her bright red hair cascaded over her neck and back. The blond wore a white thong bikini, the red head was in pink and the Black girl wore brown leather.

“I’m Vanna” said the blond.

“My name is Cocoa” the dark one purred.

“And I’m Sherry” said the third.

Roger couldn’t take his eyes off the three women. Is this what the boy meant by their exclusive product?

“Our tasting room is this way, if you would please follow us.”

All thoughts of his meeting vanished as Roger followed the trio through the side door. The temperature in the room was slightly chilly, but had no effect on his perspiration. The room he entered was decorated with designs of ice cream cones, colorful candy sprinkles and an assortment of other treats. There was a long table with several chairs on either side.

Vanna closed the door as Cocoa and Sherry took each of Roger’s hands and led him towards the table. Sherry began unbuttoning his shirt, Vanna undid his belt and zipper, as Cocoa pressed her body close to him. What was that enticing scent she was wearing? Roger thought. When she placed her succulent lips on Roger’s, he was stunned. Was it his imagination, or did she really taste like chocolate?Cocoa changed places with Sherry, running her long fingernails down Roger’s chest. Sherry smiled warmly before she put her lips where Cocoa’s had been. Roger couldn’t believe it. Her lips were flavored with the sweetest strawberry he had ever tasted.

“These women had some great lip gloss.” he thought. I wonder what Vanna’s tastes like?” He didn’t need to wait long. When Sherry’s lips were replaced by Vanna’s, Roger was not that surprised to find her lips tasted of vanilla. What did surprise him however was when she began teasing his tongue with hers, it too, had the delectable taste of vanilla.

Roger was now completely naked. Sherry was on her knees, his cock coming to life by the sweet licking and sucking of her lips on his hardening cock. From behind him, Cocoa wrapped her arms around his chest, and ran the tips of her fingernails over his nipples. He shivered with the sensation. Vanilla removed her bikini top revealing her voluptuous breasts. With Roger watching, she played with each nipple. Tugging and pinching them until they were bright red and erect. She offered one to Roger who took it hungrily in his mouth. It tasted like a ripe maraschino cherry.

Roger sucked an nibbled on each of her breasts, as Vanna licked his balls, and Cocoa moved his ass faster and harder into Vanna’s hungry mouth. He was just about to come when the women released him and lowered him on his back onto the counter. Cocoa climbed onto his chest, her dark pussy inches from his mouth. Vanna and Sherry knelt on either side of his legs, their tongues licking over Roger’s balls, taking turns sucking him, each with their own delightful technique, so that he couldn’t tell who was doing what, and he didn’t care.

He took hold of Cocoa’s ass, raised his head and plunged his tongue deeply into her dark crevice. Much to his amazement, her cum had the consistency and flavor of hot fudge. He lapped it up, tasting and swallowing while she moved he hips faster over his mouth. Vanna switched positions, with her black friend and Roger was astonished to taste the sweet delicacy of vanilla cream flowing from between her legs.

“Girls, you are delicious.” he managed to say, just as Sherry replaced Vanna who straddled Roger’s legs and lowered herself onto him. The smooth, creamy liquid flowed over Roger’s cock and ran down his balls. The sensation was a mixture of fire and ice. When he tasted Sherry’s cum, he was not at all surprised to find it was strawberry, just like her lips.

Suddenly, all three women positioned themselves in front of Roger’s face, their legs spread wide on every side. Vanna took a can of whip cream and sprayed it over each of them, and Roger indulged himself in a sundae treat he had never had in his life. The women moaned and came, flooding him with three delicious flavors until he couldn’t tell from which fountain was flowing from which woman.

Sherry and Vanna stood up as Cocoa crawled down to the end of the table. She raised her ass into the air as Sherry sat on her back, her breasts covered in whip cream, she put some into Coca’s dark hole and spread the woman’s cheeks wide. Roger got up on his knees and entered her tight ass in one, hard thrust. He felt Vanna behind him, her tongue entered his own ass hole from the rear.

Roger’s cock felt as if it were about to explode. He fucked Coca, sucked Sherry, while Vanna’s tongue was fucking him. When he finally came, he nearly knocked all three of them from the counter.

“Ladies, that was one hell of a dessert,” Roger said when he could finally talk, “and as much as I’d love to try for seconds, I really have an important meeting to attend.”

Roger dressed and headed for the outer room. It was much hotter than when he first arrived, but then again, it had been a very hot afternoon. He saw the clerk behind the counter look up at him with a sly grin, which turned into one of panic when he saw the three women enter the shop. He frantically shouted,

“Get back! The air conditioner shut down twenty minutes ago.”

But it was too late. By the time Roger turned around to ask what all the excitement was about, all he saw was the clerk , three sets of bikinis floated in melted ice cream. Vanilla, Chocolate and Strawberry.

The Surprise Party

Brian Allen sat in the restaurant trying to keep his mind on business. He knew the two investors were excellent prospects since he had checked out their portfolio thoroughly before agreeing to the meeting. He also knew they were two single women in their mid-twenties with graduate degrees, substantial bank accounts and nothing but wide open futures ahead of them.

Brian had only his fiftieth birthday and the inevitable surprise party his wife was certain to throw for him to look forward to. He dreaded going home. It wasn't that he was depressed at passing the half century mark. His twenty-six year marriage was a good one. His three children all excelled in school, and his business was thriving. He just wasn't very enthusiastic about spending the evening listening to over the hill jokes and being reminded that he had gained more weight and lost more hair than most of his friends. Another time, another place and he would have been trying to pick up the two attractive women, not close a business deal with them. Who was he kidding? Their ages together didn't even add up to his own.

Brian tried to concentrate on business, but his eyes kept drifting from the contracts on the table to Sandra's soft, delicate fingers that carassed the pen as she signed her name. He watched her put it gently in her mouth as she read the contract, her tongue traveling around the tip. How he envied that pen! To distract himself, he checked his watch. The guests would be arriving around seven o'clock he guessed. so he'd best wrap things up and proceed to the inevitable.

Brian collected the contracts from the women. He extended his handshake to Elizabeth who held it gently in her own, her deep blue eyes fixed deliberately on his. Brian felt himself getting uncomfortably warm. He quickely finished his drink and called for the check. As he tried to signal the waiter, his vision started to blur. Brian put on his glasses, apologized inanely to the women for his physical flaw, and tried to read the check but the glasses didn't help. Suddenly, the room started to spin. He knew he hadn't had that much to drink, but he was dizzy. Sandra and Elizabeth didn't seem to notice that he was in any discomfort.

"Ladies," he started."I'm afraid, I'm not feeling too well. If you could...." but he never finished the sentence. The last thing Brian thought of just before passing out was his wife, Denise.

It was pitch dark when he woke up. He tried to move, but his wrists and ankles were shackled to the bed. He was naked. What kind of hospital is this? he thought.

"Nurse. Doctor. Is anybody there?" Silence. He heard a door open and someone turned on a small light.

"Who's there? Where am I?" he called out. Silence again. Brian was getting nervous. This certainly wasn't any hospital he'd ever been in before. Then he saw them. Sandra and Elizabeth.. Their business suits replaced by strands of leather and very sheer lace. In spite of his apprehension, Brian could feel himself getting aroused.

"Well, I see we're awake. Now the fun can begin." Sandra said, her voice low and seductive.

"Sandra? Elizabeth? What's going on?"

"Shhhh" Elizabeth whispered. " We just wanted to thank you for all the work you did for us. Now just lay back and relax, but not too much." she giggled.

Brian did what she asked as Sandra began rubbing his feet. Elizabeth was behind him and started massaging his shoulders. She'd put some warm oil on her hands and it felt wonderful. He'd tried to move, but forgot he was tied to the bed.

"What's with these?" he asked, pulling at the ropes.

" Shhhhh. We don't want you to do anything but lay there and enjoy us."

" We want you totally helpless and at our mercy." Elizabeth giggled. " It heightens the pleasure to surrender yourself, so don't resist."

"Trust us." Sandra whispered, her hands moving up from his feet and teasing the top of his thighs. Elizabeth's hands slowly moved down Brian’s arms, reaching out to either side, she leaned over him so her breasts were just out of reach. He could see her erect nipples teasing him, dangling in front of his eager mouth. He stuck out his tongue, but she moved away.

"Not so fast. I'll tell you when." She laughed wickedly. Brian could feel the heat rise in his cock. He ached to have it touched, Sandra was only inches away, her tongue teasing the top of his thigh, going closer and closer...

"Please...." his voiced nearly cracked, which made the two women laugh even more.

" Oh, we're begging already?" Elizabeth said. "And we're just getting started!"

"Liz, can't I just give him a little sample?" Sandra asked.

"Yeah, Liz......can't she?" Brian held his breath. He didn't hear Elizabeth say anything, but she must have giving Sandra permission, because the next thing he knew, she felt Sandra's lips on the tip of his cock. She wrapped her lips around him and took him deep into her mouth. Brian started to move. Sandra stopped abruptly and gave him a hard smack on his ass. "No moving allowed." she commanded.

"OK, ok, whatever you want."

"We know, whatever we want." Elizabeth said. "And right now I want you to suck on these." She moved in front of Brian, and held her breasts up to his waiting mouth. At the same time he felt Sandra resuming where she'd left off. Although he desperately wanted to ram it down her throat, he forced himself not to move, all the while his mouth was sucking Elizabeth's nipples. First the right one, then the left. When teeth lightly grazed over the tips, he was very pleased to hear her moan. Brian was getting dangerously close to orgasm.

"Not yet, Mr. A.....we have a long way to go before you come." Elizabeth said.

" I haven't even gotten wet yet." Sandra's hand gave Brian’s balls a tender squeeze. "Time to switch, Liz."

Sandra straddled Brian’s face so that her clit was directly over his mouth. Elizabeth faced the wall and mounted him at the end of the bed. Brian felt her slow decent onto him as his tongue entered Sandra. She was instantly wet and her juices were exquisitely sweet. The women moaned softly as they took their pleasure.

Elizabeth’s lips surrounded his now pulsating cock. She licked and teased the tiny hole and nibbled around the crown till his hips started moving and he started pushing deeper inside her mouth. She relaxed as he neared the beginning of her throat and was surprised to feel himself slide deep inside, the muscles of her throat massaging his cock like none had ever done before. Sandra reached back between her own legs at the same time Elizabeth took the rest of his cock into the back of his throat.

“I think we can free him now.” Sandra giggled. She began untiing Brian’s wrists and ankles.

Freed from his restraints, Brian reached down on the back of Elizabeth’s neck as she continued bob up and down on his throbbing cock. Just as he thought he was going to cum she released him only to be replaced by Sandra’s hungry pussy. He thrust his hips harder and faster into her hungry pussy and she rode him like a bronco. Her cries of ecstasy urged him on. Elizabeth’s lips were on his until she raised her body and placed her small but pert breasts into his mouth. Primitive animal sounds was all that was heard from the three of them as they rocked and fucked all in one full motion. Just as he was about to come, Elizabeth’s dismounted and open the tube of lubricant and rubbed some on her fingers. While he sucked on Sandra’s tits, pinching and caressing her hard little nipples, Elizabeth plunged her finger into Sandra’s ass. The woman let out a scream of pleasure and pain as she was being fucked by her friend. Sandra spread more of the lubricant into her own ass and on his cock and slid her dark hole over his straining erection.

“Come in my ass." she breathed.

He didn’t need any convincing as she laid down on her stomach and raised her ass invitingly. He parted her ass cheeks and entered her in one movement. Elizabeth was on her knees behind him, her warm, wet tongue deep in his ass as all three of them found the perfect rhythm.

Their sweet sounds brought Brian the heights of ecstasy he had only reached when he was a teenager. He felt young, he felt alive. He felt himself reaching the most intense climax of his fifty years.

"YES!" Elizabeth screamed. "NOW!"

The last thing Brian thought of just before he came was his wife, Denise. Then everything went dark.

"Mr. Allen, Mr. Allen, are you all right?" Elizabeth's voice came through the haze and cleared his head. Brian was back in the restaurant. Sandra and Elizabeth were dressed as before. In fact, everything in the restaurant was exactly as he remembered just before he passed out. Was it all a dream?

"How long have I been out?" he asked.

"Just a couple of minutes. You were paying the check then you fell against the table. You hit your arm and passed out." Brian looked at his watch and was surprised to see it was only a quarter to eight.

"Are you sure you're OK?"

Brian felt confused, but otherwise fine. His right shoulder hurt a bit, a result the fall, he thought.

"I feel fine.” Damn, I feel great! “Well, ladies, I guess I was more tired than I thought. I apologize, but I see the papers are all signed and I really have to run. If you don't have any more questions."

"No, we're fine. And thank you, Mr. Allen. Thank you for everything."

Was that just my imagination, thought Brian, or did Sandra wink at me? C'mon old man, it was just a dream. Now let's get on with the nightmare.

Brian pulled his car into the garage. As he suspected, all the lights were out. Better get this over with. he thought as he put his key in the door. He turned on the lights and braced himself for the loud "SURPRISE", but to his amazement, none came.

"Denise, I'm home." he called, but there was no answer. Brian didn't know if he was relieved or disappointed. If she hadn't planned a surprise party, he thought, at least she could have been home. The upstairs light went on. "Brian, is that you?" Now, why would she have the party upstairs? Brian thought. But when he entered the bedroom, all he saw was his wife in bed watching television.

"How was your meeting?" she asked, half interested.

"Nothing special. Uh, I thought you'd have a party or something."

"Well, I did think about it, but I know how you hate those kinds of things. I knew you didnt’ want to make a big deal about turning fifty, so I decided against it. By the way, happy birthday."

"Yeah, thanks. I think I'll take a shower and get to bed early."

"Fine." Denise went back to her television.

Brian went into the bathroom and started getting undressed. No party? Not even a card or a cake? OK, so maybe at first he had objected to having a big celebration, but not to even have acknowledged his birthday? Brian was starting to get angry. He took off his shirt and threw it into the seashell hamper. Denise was always so artistic with her decorating. Even the bathroom had been carefully coordinated with tiny bathsoaps in the shape of seahorses and starfish arranged neatly in a basket.

"You'd think after 26 years of marriage, I would have at least gotten a card." he said to the pile of dirty clothes.

Brian reached to turn off the water and cringed slightly as he felt the pain in his shoulder from the fall. He opened the shower door and walked to the vanity where his wife's little seashell clock read 1:30 am.

"What the....?"

Brian touched his arm where he'd fallen. He turned to the mirror to check for a bruise and was shocked by what he saw in the reflection. The letters “S” and “E” inside two tiny hearts were tattooed on his arm. Over the design was inscribed the words: "Surprise! Happy 50^th Birthday" and underneath, etched into his skin in her very delicate handwriting were the words:

"Love, Denise".

2:15 am

You lie beneath a layer of blankets deep in the comfort of blissful sleep. Sensitive areas of untouched passion protected by a thin layer of cotton wait in the darkness for the warmth of hungry lips. Your body subconsciously repositions itself in anticipation of the pleasure to come.

The dream begins.

Unseen in the darkness, my fingers release you from the entrapment of cloth. Your cock, so soft and warm in my hands, begins to stir ever so slightly at the touch. I lay at your feet. My mouth surrounds you. The palms of my hands gently caress your balls as my tongue flicks over the tip. I feel you grow strong and hard. I suck, gently at first, forcing blood to flow through the veins bringing you to full strength under my skillful touch.

You begin to stir. A soft moan escapes your throat as I take the fullness of you deeply into my mouth. My fingers stroke you over the droplet of ecstasy which forms at the tiny opening. I lick it from you. My tongue slowly traces a path over each side, down and around the center and back again.

You begin to move your hips, fucking my wet palms which are now covered with your pre-pleasure. My need for you is overwhelming. My hunger for the taste of you is unsatiable. My lips part, surrounding you, taking you inside the depths of my desire. I can no longer control my own waves of orgasmic bliss and I come in a flood of passion with you fucking me hard and deep, down my throat, into my soul.

I could savor you for hours, but our time together is short. Your body trembles. Primitive moans fill the silence of the night. I increase the rhythm until I feel you reach the peak of desire. I taste and lick and swallow every delicious drop of your pleasure and kiss the inside of your thighs, gratefully, lovingly when it's over.

And you awaken in the in-between space of darkness and light and wonder, just for a moment, was this really only a dream?

Ghost Writer In The Storm

It was a dark and stormy night.

Jessica thought sarcastically as her gold Chevy Malibu was being pelted by tirades of water from the angry gods. She clenched the wheel and tried desperately to keep the car from swerving off the muddy road. Moments before the storm hit, her editor had sent her to cover a human interest story on farmers protesting some new government regulations. He had conveniently omitted the part about the interview talking place in an uncivilized part of the country that had never heard of paved roads or streetlights.

Trying to navigate in zero visibility was nearly impossible, but a deadline was a deadline and hers was almost an hour late. Once the pebbles and dirt became a more drive able path , Jessica pressed a bit harder on the gas pedal - and instantly plunged the car through a huge pothole. The resulting tidal wave reached almost to the windows, soaking the engine, which sputtered in protest just before it died.

“Fuck!” she cursed into the darkness, hoping the anger would replace the fear which was slowly beginning to numb her senses. She switched on dashboard lights and grabbed the cell phone from her purse, but to her dismay, discovered the battery was completely drained. She took a deep breath, tried not to panic and turned the key again, but the engine refused to turn over.

The lukewarm coffee she’d drank an hour ago was pressing insistently on her bladder and Jessica knew one way or the other her pants were going to get wet. Deciding that taking an outside piss was more preferable to wetting the car seat, she reluctantly opened the car door and promptly stepped into three inches of mud. She reached for her umbrella and tried to balance it over her head with one hand while the other fumbled with her zipper. She was about to lower her pants when she noticed a flash of light appear in the window of a cabin not more than a few hundred yards away.

Taking a chance the resident wasn’t a crazed killer, Jessica began walking towards what she hoped would be a warm fire and indoor plumbing. Her shoes caked with mud, she tried without much success to clean them before stepping onto the porch. She desperately need to get inside, and didn’t want whoever lived there to turn her away because she might soil his carpet. Pulling her damp hair back from her face, she took a small breath for courage then forcefully knocked on the door. And waited. She was about to knock again, when the porch light came on and a small view port opened in the wooden door to reveal little of the cabin’s occupant. The voice, however, was most definitely male.

“Yes? Can I help you?”

His tone was more curious than threatening, and somehow, Jessica thought, strangely familiar.

“I’m sorry to bother you, but my car broke down and I need....” Before she could finish the sentence, the door swung open with a force that almost knocked her over. Momentarily stunned, Jessica’s first impulse was to turn and run, but she froze in mid flight when she heard the stranger say her name.

“Jessica? Is that you?”

Jessica forced her eyes to focus on the man who stood not more than two inches in front of her. The light from the cabin was casting a glow behind his face, but she instantly recognized him . She’d know those hypnotic blue-gray eyes anywhere, or in this case, the middle of nowhere.

“What the hell are you doing here?” his voice was full of astonishment..

“Getting totally drenched at the moment, Greg. Mind if I use your bathroom? We can play twenty questions later.”

“Oh, yes. Of course. Down the hall to the left.”

Jessica’s need to relieve herself was more urgent than her desire to talk to her old college boyfriend. She dropped her umbrella and ran past him, briefly noticing the numerous books on the shelves that lined an enormous stone fireplace blazing invitingly.

After she flushed the toilet, Jessica paused for a moment in front of the mirror. Greg Whitney, she thought, It’s been over twenty years, and he looks as good as he did in college! I, on the other hand, look like a drowned rat. She used a towel from the rack to dry her thick matted black hair and pulled it back away from her face. Her reflection didn’t show any signs of fatigue. In fact, her blue eyes shown with a sparkle she hadn’t seen in years. She reached into her pocket and quickly applied Sunset Delight to a sly grin forming on her lips.

He had been a last minute invite to an end-of-semester party her Junior year at New Paltz State. Greg stayed long after the last guest had left. They shared the remainder of the wine, smoked the last joint and explored each other’s bodies in the slow, intense drug-enhanced way that made even the slightest touch orgasmic. He left before the sun came up and Jessica never saw him again, until tonight. Tiny flutters in her stomach recalled sensations her mind had forgotten years ago.

“C’mon, Jessica” she said aloud, “Cut this out. You’re not in school anymore. He probably has a wife and a couple of kids.”

“No wife. No kids either.” An amused voice answered.

In her hurry, Jessica had forgotten to close the bathroom door, and Greg had heard every word. He stood in the doorway, two glasses of red wine in his hands. As Jessica reached for one, Greg’s fingers brushed against hers, sending a shiver through her which wasn’t caused by the damp clothes. The stomach flutters she felt earlier instantly flashed to more intimate parts of her body. She felt her nipples pressing against her flimsy silk blouse and her face reddened when she noticed he’d noticed too. She took a long sip of her wine.

“I think you need to dry off by the fire. Then you can tell me how you found me.”

“I didn’t know you were hiding.” Jessica smiled warmly.

She followed him into the living room and made herself comfortable on the rug. He sat a polite distance away from her and they spent the next hour in friendly conversation about Jessica’s life since college. She noticed Greg avoided discussion of himself, and any mention of their one night together, or why he had never called since. The warmth of the fire and the effects of the wine were beginning to erase any hurt feelings she might have harbored as she studied the man she’d known for such a brief time in her youth.

It wasn’t only his eyes that were distinctly Greg’s, she thought, but his strong neck, muscular shoulders and full, thick blond hair which hadn’t changed since she’d seen him last. Looking at his sensual lips, and masterful hands, she also recalled how wonderful he’d tasted and felt that one night so many years ago when he had taken control of her in every way. The air was filled with sexual tension as she tried desperately to deny her growing passion. Talk was becoming difficult, but she forced herself.

“I noticed you have quite an impressive library. You hide out here to read?”

“Actually, most of these books I’ve helped write. I’m a ghost writer for about a dozen authors See, there’s my desk and my typewriter.”

“Really? I’m amazed.”

“That I’m a writer?”

“No, that you still use a typewriter. Haven’t you heard of computers?”

“Yeah, but I don’t like them. I’m an old fashioned kind of guy.”

Greg gallantly refilled her glass and lightly kissed the back of her hand before handing her the glass. The brilliance of the fire reflected in his eyes created an intense, hypnotic heat of their own. Jessica put her glass down, and knelt before him. She slowly ran her fingers through his hair, raised herself slightly and began kissing him lightly on his neck. Her lips caressed the roughness of unshaven skin as they made their way towards his hungry mouth. He parted his lips invitingly, and she entered without hesitation.

Greg’s skillful fingers unbuttoned her blouse, his tongue followed the path of the opening until he removed the flimsy garment. Jessica felt the flames of the fire on her naked back. The heat raced through her as Greg’s fingers traced tiny circles over her warm skin while his mouth imitated the patten on her responsive breasts, licking each delicate nipple to full hardness.

Her body drenched with the longing for him, she deftly unhooked his belt and freed the unfulfilled promise of decades past. She lowered her mouth onto him, first gently licking the delicate flesh beneath his growing hardness, then taking him fully into her mouth. Her lips surrounded the tip, her tongue teasing the tiny opening, hungry for the sweetness of him. With every taste, she felt another log being thrown onto her internal bonfire, even as the juices flowing from her threatened to extinguish the flame. She wanted to devour him, but he forced her to slow down just before she succeeded.“No, not like this.” he gasped and backed away.

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