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Contents
The Legend of Gabriella's Rock by Tara Alton
Selena The Witch Of Seduction by Ms. Erotica Writings
Size Doesn't Matter by Jazz Daladin
Lily and the Vine Oaks by Matthew Dyne
The Secret Picnic by Ralph Greco
Arsenal & Grethel by David Rasmussen
Once Upon a Wet Dream by Jennifer Moody
Betrothed Fairy's Tail by Fred Towers
The Queen's Protector by Robert Lubrican
The Glass Castle by Lisa Whitefern
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The Legend of Gabriella's Rock
By Tara Alton
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess, Gabriella, who was sent away to live with her relatives in a secluded forest to protect her chastity until she was married. She was someone to cherish, a gem to protect, and heir to the throne. Well that was the story that was being told throughout the kingdom. Actually, she had been sent away to live with her ancient, boring relatives because she had committed a couple minor indiscretions with the grooms in the stables, and her parents felt as if they couldn’t control her. After their older perfect daughter had died from a fever, they couldn’t believe they were left with a mischievous young woman who would let a groom have his way with her cleavage while she was sitting astride his lap.
Before she died, the older sister, Bella, would have never dreamed of doing anything so indiscreet. In fact, she wouldn’t even as much as glanced at a groom. Instead of constantly inventing reasons to go to the stables like Gabriella, she had stayed in her room, creating elaborate embroidery and writing lovely poems about wondrous, magical things like unicorns and griffins. Gabriella didn’t see what was so great about magic in the first place. To her, unicorns pooped in the forest just like any other horse, and griffins had loads of fleas and they liked to bite. She had a scar on her thumb to prove it.
Before Bella died, Gabriella had thought things were fine the way they were. Her parents heaped praise upon their eldest striking blonde daughter who could do no wrong, and they mostly ignored her, the busty, raven-haired girl, leaving her to own devices.
Now she was cooped up in the Northern Forest with a great aunt and uncle in their country cottage until a suitable husband could be found for her. There were no stables up there, only the maid, who had been recently accused of letting fairies into the library, where they had torn pages out of books. “Rats with wings,” her great aunt had called them.
Gabriella wasn’t even allowed into town unescorted, but she could go for long, rambling walks by herself within their property. She guessed her great uncle and aunt figured she couldn’t get into much trouble with only the trees for company.
Imagine her delight when she found a peculiarly shaped rock during one of her walks. To her amazement, it closely resembled what a well-endowed man would keep beneath his codpiece, and it had rather instrumental in keeping her happy late at night when she conjured up fantasies about what might have gone down with the groom if her father hadn’t interrupted her.
When she first brought the rock back home, she found her biggest worry was where to keep it. She considered finding a hiding place for it, but she knew the maid, who had a tendency to snoop, might find it. Therefore, she decided to leave it out in the open with several other rocks on her dresser under the context that she was taking up rock collecting. Her great aunt was pleased to learn she was taking an interest in something rather than moping around the cottage.
Gabriella was starting to think she was going to get away with keeping her treasure in full view until she was woken one night to the sound of something hard hitting the floor. Quickly, she turned in her bed to see if the maid was stealing her rock. She had thought the woman was spending too much time dusting it, but she didn’t see a soul in the room as the moonlight poured in through her window.
There was a noise coming from the floor though. It sounded strange, as if someone was rolling something across it. Getting out of bed, she threw on her dressing gown and she came around the four-poster bed to see a fairy rolling her rock across the floor to her balcony window.
Gabriella gasped. She never seen a real fairy before, but she would have to say the “rats with wings” description from her great aunt wasn’t accurate. This fairy was like a tiny young woman with gossamer wings. She was wearing a little dress made from pink flower petals, and her auburn hair cascaded in curls around her shoulders.
If Bella had seen her, she would have immediately penned a romantic poem about her, but not Gabriella. The little vixen was trying to steal her rock!
She put her foot down in front of the fairy, blocking her path. The fairy stared up at her, giving her a far more intelligent assessment than she would have imagined.
“This rock doesn’t belong to you,” the fairy said, matter of fact.
“Yes, it is,” Gabriella said. “I found it.”
“No. It doesn’t.
“I found it on my aunt’s property, and she said I can collect all the rocks I want because I’m finally showing an interest in something,” she countered.
“That’s all well and good, but it still doesn’t belong to you.”
The fairy gave it a little push against her foot.
“I need it,” she insisted.
“Why would a fairy your size need a rock like that?” Gabriella asked.
The fairy blushed.
“I can’t tell you,” she said.
“You had better.”
The fairy paused as if she was weighing her options.
“If you want to know, I can show you. It’s just out there,” she said, pointing out the balcony window.
Gabriella turned her head to look out her window at the woods where the fairy was pointing. Part of her knew traipsing into the woods at this hour of the night was a stupid thing to do, but another part of her was more than curious.
“All right. You can show me,” she said. “But don’t think you’re keeping the rock, and if there is a flock of your little friends waiting to ambush me, I will hit them all on the head with it.”
The fairy winced.
Picking up her rock off the floor, she found her slippers at the foot of the bed and followed the fairy.
To some climbing out her balcony window would be a big concern, but not to Gabriella. She had performed more daring stunts before. What she was worried about was the piece of book paper wedged into the lock of the window.
Had the fairy done it to gain access to her room tonight? Clever girl.
The moment her feet touched the ground, she saw what a truly gorgeous night it was. The sky was clear. There were hundreds upon hundreds of stars, and the moon was so big and bright. If it weren’t so chilly, it would have been a perfect.
As the fairy flew slightly ahead of her to lead the way, she wanted to ask her about the book paper in the lock, but they entered the woods. Even with the moonlight illuminating the paths, the contrast between day and night was startling. She now saw rabbits darting about in the shadows, using the darkness for cover from predators, and instead of the sparrows singing to her, she heard only the rustle of the wind in the leaves.
Quickly, Gabriella realized the fairy wasn’t taking her anywhere near where she had found the rock. Instead, she led her to a steep incline and pointed near the top.
“This isn’t where I found it,” Gabriella said.
“Look up there,” said the fairy.
The Legend of Gabriella's Rock
She did. It just looked like more woods to her.
“If you go up there, you will know the truth,” the fairy insisted.
Hiking up her nightdress and dressing gown, Gabriella climbed the incline. To her surprise, there was actually a small cave set into the hillside, but the entrance was nearly grown over with ivy. No wonder she had never noticed it. A slight fear fluttered in her stomach as she considered what might be inside.
“There had better not be any of your friends waiting for me,” she said.
“You said you’d hit us with the rock,” the fairy reminded her.
True, she thought. Holding the rock in one hand, Gabriella tugged aside the ivy with her other hand.
“Pull it away from the top, too,” the fairy said. “That way the moonlight can come in the cave so you can see.”
Once the entrance was clear, Gabriella gripped the rock like a weapon as she followed the fairy into the cave. The air smelled stale and musty, and it was deadly still, as if no one had been in here for years. It was hard to navigate the ground because there were so many rocks and boulders strewn around. The fairy pointed at a long rock by the wall.
Gabriella paused, unsure at first what she was looking at. It looked as if a man was lying there, but he was made from rock. Could it be a statue? In a cave?
She took a step closer. The fairy had been right about letting the moonlight into the cave because Gabriella could see this was far more detailed than any statue she had seen before. It was so realistic, and why would anyone sculpt a man partially undressed.
With high drama, the fairy threw her little winged body to his side, as if he was a long lost lover.
“How could I ever describe something so beautiful?” she asked.
Gabriella had to admit for being a rock he was very good looking with full lips, an angular jaw and even a cleft in his chin. His body was muscular as if he was a well-toned knight. It was then she realized where his exposed manhood should be was broken off.
A chill prickled down her back. What exactly was she holding so firmly in her hand?
“You see as a fairy, I hear all sorts of stories, fables and legends. Some of them are true. Some of them are not,” the fairy said. “I’ve even heard one about you.”
“What did you hear?”
“That a tarty princess had been sent away to live in this woods. I figured if anyone could find the rock it would be you, and I was right.”
“I’m not a tarty princess,” she insisted. “I just like boys.”
The fairy raised an eyebrow at her.
“So you were going to roll this rock all the way here,” Gabriella said, changing the subject. “Why?”
“Because if we reattach it, he will come back to life,” she said. “You see, he was involved with a witch who tried to control his every move. One evening, he came to this cave to rendezvous with his true love, a princess, and when the witch caught him, she turned him into this rock and whacked this piece. She threw it into the woods, saying that if anyone ever found it and reattached it, he would fall madly in love with them forever, so he would feel all the heart ache he had inflicted upon her.”
“What happened to her?” Gabriella asked. “The witch?”
“She died six months later in a tragic fire.”
Gabriella turned the rock over in her hand. It did explain some of the questions she had about the ridges, but part of the story seemed to be missing. That was why she never liked fables and legends in the first place.
“Why would she let him fall in love with someone else, if she hated him so much to turn him into a rock?” she asked.
“Who knows,” the fairy said, throwing her hands in the air. “Maybe she still loved him just a little bit and she didn’t want him to be destroyed entirely. All I know is that I’m going to be the one before him when he wakes up and he will be in love with me forever.”
“Fairies and humans can’t be in love,” Gabriella said.
“You don’t know anything, do you?”
The fairy gazed fondly back at him.
“It’s time to do it,” she said.
“Do what?”
She gestured at the rock. Gabriella glanced down at it, realizing what the fairy wanted her to do. She cleared her throat. She had never reattached a man’s manhood before, but then again, who had?
Nervously, she stepped forward and knelt down beside him. She’d always wondered why one end of the rock was smooth and the other end was ragged. Well, now she had her reason.
It wasn’t a clean break. It was more like two complicated puzzle pieces that needed to be fitted together. Awkwardly, she tried to make it fit. She was never any good at puzzles. Bella would have already figured it out.
Suddenly, the rock jerked out of her hand as it clicked into place on its own, the surprise sending her reeling backwards. At that moment, the fairy chose to shove her away as well. Gabriella tumbled to the ground, a mighty flash of light illuminating the cave.
A moment later, it was gone. She opened to her eyes. Everything seemed returned to normal except for the slight smell of sulfur in the air and now she saw expensive leather boots in place of the stone near her. It had actually worked!
Her gaze traveled up the rest of his body, noticing the state of his clothes. Like his boots, they were well tailored, but where her rock had been was now at rest. As a statue, his face had been handsome, but alive it was stunning. His deep-set eyes were blue and his hair was blonde. He looked dazed, as if he had the wind knocked out of him.
This was the moment, the fairy decided to claim her prize. She flew straight into his face. In a panic, he swatted at what was fluttering before his eyes until she fell back, stunned at his behavior. He stared amazed at her as she got back to her feet.
“Do you not love me?” she cried. “You’re supposed to declare your undying love me.”
“Why would I do that?” he asked, his voice cracking. “You’re a fairy.”
“You’re an insufferable ingrate,” she cried and stormed out of the cave.
Gabriella swallowed nervously. She knew she should flee the cave as well, but her feet remained rooted to the spot. The fairy had never exactly said who he was and she desperately wanted to know.
Glancing down at himself, he realized he was partially undressed. Self consciously, he gathered his pants to cover himself. The moment he looked back up, he spotted her.
For a long moment, he studied her before he spoke.
“Do you know how long I have been here?” he asked.
“By the growth of the ivy on the cave entrance, I’m guessing perhaps twenty years,” she said.
“And who might you be?”
“I found the piece of the rock,” she said. “And the fairy put two and two together.”
He nodded.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
“Gabriella,” she said.
“I’m Daniel,” he said
He paused. She watched the air rising and falling in his chest, as if he was cherishing the fact that he could even breathe.
“So is true?” she asked. “You were making love to a princess and you were caught by a witch and she did this to you?”
“It wasn’t exactly a princess,” he said. “More like a maid. A dalliance. I used to be the most thoughtless cad.”
Gabriella thought about how many groom’s hearts she had broken herself.
He studied her again, harder.
“I feel like I know you,” he said. “I think I’ve had dreams about you.”
He hesitated.
“They were very intimate dreams.”
She blushed. Did he know what she had been doing with the rock?
“Do you live near here?” he asked.
She nodded.
“My father rules the southern lands, but I’ve been sent away to stay here with my great aunt and uncle for a while.”
“Sent away?”
She nodded; pondering for a moment if she should concoct a tale why she had been sent away, but why not tell him the truth. After all, he had been caught out here with a maid. He might even understand.
“I haven’t been exactly good. I got a little too acquainted with the grooms.”
He smiled wanly.
“We have a lot in common,” he said. “I’ve given my family a fair amount of grief over the years with my indiscretions, but they never understood me. That’s what led me to get involved with that black hearted witch.”
She saw a flutter of panic in his eyes as he mentioned her. He had to be wondering what had happened to her.
“She’s dead now,” she said. “A fire.”
Relief washed over his face.
“Do not ever get involved with anyone in the black arts because you will pay,” he said.
Taking a deep breath, he sat up as if he was stiff from a long night’s sleep, which she supposed it was for him. He patted the spot next to him for her to sit next to him. Usually, if a good-looking groom had made such a move, she would have joined him in the flutter of an eyelash, but with Daniel, she hesitated.
He patted the spot again. Gabriel took a deep breath and joined him. It felt so good to be near someone of the opposite sex besides her great uncle at the dinner table.
As he spoke to her, clearing up any questions about him being related to her, her maid not being his maid, and how he knew the owners of the cottage before her aunt and uncle, she found she couldn’t tear her gaze away from him.
She was studying his profile so intently that it took her a moment to realize he had stopped speaking. There was a silence. She could feel the pounding of heart in her throat.
“Those dreams I had were so intimate,” he said.
“They were bound to be,” she said. “Look at what you were doing when you turned into a rock.”
He shook his head.
“It’s not that,” he said. “I can’t explain what I’m feeling.”
“The fairy said when you woke up you would fall in love with the first person you see. Maybe you’re feeling that.”
“That part of the story isn’t true. She would never want me to fall in love with someone else. She was too spiteful,” he said.
He turned his head to face her.
“It was definitely you in my dreams,” he said.
Gently, he reached over, lifted her chin and kissed her softly. At first, it felt like a kiss between friends. Perhaps a thank you for waking him up from the spell, but then he kissed her again. This time it wasn’t so softly. This was not just between friends. There was an urgent pressure building behind his mouth on hers.
The moment his tongue opened her mouth so he could slide it inside hers, she knew why a maid would meet him in a cave for a rendezvous, and she knew why a witch would cast a spiteful spell upon him because he had betrayed her with another woman.
Gabriella found herself kissing him back with more ardor than she had ever felt before. No one had ever kissed her like this. His tongue was exploring the roof of her mouth, the rows of her teeth, and the underside of her tongue.
He broke the kiss, dragging his nose across her cheek to where his mouth rested against her ear.
“What exactly did you get up to with the grooms?” he whispered.
He didn’t have to ask her twice. She climbed astride his lap to show him, her legs wrapping around him. For a moment, he looked surprised at her aggressiveness. Witches and maids probably always let him make the moves, but not her. She loved the way his muscular body felt between her legs. This was a real man, who had fought battles, not a groom, who had mucked out the stalls.
She noticed another difference as well. Without her dress with the layers of fabric, she was so much closer to him. There were only her nightdress and thin dressing gown between them.
Glancing down at her chest, she realized there was one more problem. She wasn’t going to be able to show him exactly what she did.
“I’m normally wearing a corset,” she said.
Looking down her body, he caught her meaning. Positioning his hands on either side of her ribcage, he slid his hands up beneath her and gave her the support she needed. Her breath caught short. Now she had the cleavage she needed.
“And then I let them…” she trailed off, motioning down into the depths of her skin.
A smile lit inside his eyes as he realized exactly what she had been doing.
“Lucky boys,” he said.
She could hardly breathe as he kissed her cleavage, ran his tongue up her alongside her neck as he squeezed her breasts with his rough, thick fingers. She crushed his head against her as he found a nipple and he bit it. Involuntarily, her legs squeezed against him, a sensation tingling from his lips down to between her legs, where she had gone bare as she usually did at night.
Letting go of her rib cage, he ran his hands over the side of her hips, down the length of her legs to the hem at her ankles, where he slid his fingers beneath the fabric, caressing her bare skin, his palms open, his fingers flat, savoring every contour. It felt so good to have his hands on her. She never wanted it to stop. The thudding of her heart was now in her ears.
Realizing he was breathing as hard as she was, she looked into his eyes.
“And what did you do with the rock?” he asked.
Gabriella climbed off him and pulled him on top of her as she lay back on the ground where he had laid as a rock for so long. She had done it other ways, but this was the position she liked the most.
Reaching down, she undid his trousers and slid her hand inside. Her fingers brushed across the warm skin of his abdomen as she found it. He sucked in his breath as her fingers closed around it. Closing her eyes so she could concentrate, she felt the difference between the rock and the real man, from the length to the girth to the tip. All the details she had known were there, but now it was warm, hard with blood instead of stone, and there were so many other things she hadn’t known.
She opened her eyes. He looked completely gripped by what was happening in her hand.
Pulling him closer to her, she guided him inside her.
When she had used the rock inside her, she had imagined a man was on top of her, relishing the weight of him pressing against her, but to have a man like Daniel actually inside her and the strength of his body stroking into her was magnificent. She couldn’t believe her luck as she looked into his face, watching every sensation flickering across his eyes. Her hands slid beneath his shirt, feeling the bulk of his muscles across his back, her fingers finding a wicked scar, no doubt from a battle.
Unlike the grooms, who she usually had to show what to do, Daniel knew exactly what he was doing. She bit her lip. There was a heat rising up inside her that was making her skin flush.
He placed his hands on either side of her head and looked into her eyes.
“This was what was in my dreams,” he said.
Suddenly, there was a flurry of wings beside them. Gabriella gasped to see the fairy had returned, her face in a rage, her little eyes blazing.
“You dirty trollop,” she cried. “You’re already bedding him. I was halfway back home, and I thought I would come back to give him a second chance! I can’t believe it!”
She turned her fury on him.
“As for you, you can’t keep it in your pants can you? No wonder you were turned into a rock. Do you know what she did with it? I saw her from her window.”
Back at Gabriel, she flew.
“He’s only bedding you because of the spell,” she cried.
Her little hands balled into tiny fists. Gabriel could have sworn the fairy was going to punch her.
“Be gone,” Daniel shouted.
His voice reverberated through the cave. It stopped the fairy cold. She knew that voice and so did Gabriella. It was the voice of a very powerful man.
Without another word, her expression stricken with fear, the fairy turned on her heel and left the cave.
For a long moment, Daniel looked after her and then he looked back at Gabriel. The fairy’s words hung in the air between them.
Slowly, he lowered his mouth to hers to kiss her again. It was like the first time, softly, gently as if he was testing something. Then he slid his tongue inside her mouth, and the heat between them returned and roared as if a fire stoked.
She brought her legs up and around him, locking them around him, so she could pull him deeper inside her. Now, she was the one controlling the motion, pushing him harder. This was her moment. All that pent up sexual frustration inside of her was finally coming out. For the first time in her life, she felt truly herself.
Reaching down, she felt him going inside her. He gasped. His body started going rigid. She touched herself where the center of her throbbing lay, the nub like a precious pearl that only she knew how to make even more beautiful.
The first wave of pleasure shook her to her core, her eyes fluttering shut. The second wave came charging up through her, taking away all rhyme and reason of sensible thought. She was gone, flying up toward the stars, her mind out of her body.
The moment she returned to herself, she opened her eyes, realizing he had rolled off her. He looked as stunned and stricken as the fairy when he had yelled at her. Gabriel panicked at the sight of him. Surely, he had climaxed with her. Hadn’t she felt it? Yet to look at him, he seemed to be in agony as he fought for air, his hand gripping his chest.
“It was too soon,” she cried.
He shook his head.
If it wasn’t too soon, then it had to be her. She had been too much for him. She had truly let go of herself and look she what she had done. She had nearly killed him. Tears burned in her eyes.
“Everyone was right,” she said. “My parents. The fairy. I am a frightful trollop.”
Daniel steadied his breathing and reached out to her arm.
“You’re not a trollop, Gabriella,” he said. “If you weren’t who you are, a woman who knows what she wants, then you would have never found me, and for that I am eternally grateful.”
She stared at him in disbelief. Was he right? Had she found him because of whom she was? She had followed her libido and look where it had brought her. Now that he had gotten his breath back, he didn’t look so stricken at all. In fact, he was gazing back at her rather seriously.
“There is a good chance my father may have passed away in the time I have been here,” he said. “I’m the rightful heir. If you will help me as a guest at your uncle’s so I can get my affairs in order, then there will be no stopping us.”
His words sunk in. He actually wanted to come home with her, but there was one problem.
“How will we explain how I found you,” she asked.
“We’ll say a fairy and a magic rock led you to me,” he said. “And you woke me with a kiss.”
Gabriella frowned. Who would believe a tale like that, but then knowing her reputation with the grooms, her kissing a statue of a man didn’t seem far off the mark. Moreover, she could show her great aunt the book paper in the lock. Only a fairy would do something like that.
As Daniel helped her to her feet, his fingers firmly grasping hers, she wondered about which version of these events would survive. She knew the fairy was bound to tell tales. There would be stories about a princess finding her king with a magic rock, but exactly what type of rock would it be?
THE END.
Selena The Witch Of Seduction
By Ms. Erotica Writings
Once upon a time, there was a witch named Selena who was as dangerous as she was beautiful. She could put a good man under her spell with just one look into her eyes. To get her prey Selena the witch of seduction would hunt out married men who normally would never think of betraying their wives, the thought of adultery was distasteful to them. She was out to destroy any true love since she was thrown away by a mortal man she fell in love with centuries ago. She was going to make all the mortal men pay dearly for her pain.
Once she seduced him with her spell of lust she would make sure their wives discovered their affair, most of the time catching them in the act. Selena would make him become obsessed with her being oblivious to his wife, even when his wife caught him making illicit love to Selena he was blinded by the witches spell. She would arrange the killing of their wives so he had the guilt of destroying the only woman he had ever loved now forever gone, along with the spell she cast on him of lust. Left only with the knowledge of her death, the adultery he had committed. This would cause him to go totally insane. She was beautiful, she had long red hair, her eyes were blue, and she wore clothing that fit tight on her perfect hour glass figure revealing her large bust. She walked down the side walk hunting for a husband to destroy when she saw a husband and wife kissing each other good bye in front of a real estate office he worked at. Smiling for she could feel the love between them, she decided she needed a house. Walking inside wearing tight white pants, a white shirt that fit tight with a very low cut neck line revealing, with white spiked heals. Smiling she walked up to him noticing that his eyes was on her breast as her nipples could be seen under the shirt since she was braless.
Sounding
very seductive touching his brown tie and smiling." I am
interested in a really large house. Do you have a large one I might
enjoy?" she asked smiling at him seductively; her red lips
looked wet.
"Yes,
I do have a large one, a large house I mean that you might enjoy,"
he told her." We can go see it now if you like?" He asked
her not being able to take his eyes off her body.
"Well
then lets go." she told him smiling taking his arm into hers
making it easier to glance down her top which he did feeling an urge
coming over him.
Once
in the car she leaned close to him as he was driving her breast
rubbed against his arm, touching his leg with her hand and running
her long red nails up his thigh making it quite known she was coming
onto him. Inside the house she walked in front of him knowing he
would not be able to help noticing how perfectly round her ass was.
She walked next to him when faked tripping knowing he would grab her
in his arms; she looked up at him casting her final spell of
seduction through her eyes.
He
was tall with black hair, stocky built, he wore a cream color dress
shirt, brown dress slacks and dark brown dress shoes, his eyes a
light green. He moved his hand under her shirt yearning to touch her
breast bringing her mouth up to his; he began kissing her
passionately, and he never felt a kiss like this before. He slowly
undressed her looking at her perfect body. He disrobed and took down
to the floor as they pleasured each other with the fire growing
inside of their bodies and her spell on him becoming stronger over
him. Not once did his wife cross his mind while he was with this
seductive witch. After they reached their climax of the lustful
passion he laid there, the guilt started to take over his conscious
for the betrayal to his one true love.
"We
better go now." he said dressing quickly.
She
smiled feeling his pain was just beginning." Sure, when are we
going to see each other again?" she asked him smiling.
"We're
not," he told her avoiding her eyes.
"What
you fuck me? And dump me?" she asked angrily.
"I
am married to a wonderful woman! Hell I don't even know your name!"
he yelled at her for being angry with him self for giving into cheap
lust.
"Did
you forget you were married when you put your hand under my shirt?!"
she asked him yelling as if she was the innocent victim.
"I
apologize for that. I have never been with another woman in twenty
years except for my wife." He told her feeling bad now that she
thought he used her.
"Well
my name is Selena and you are?" she asked still acting like she
had been used.
What
could it hurt to tell her my name? He thought to himself. "I am
John Phillips and I feel really bad about what just happened here
between us," he told her hoping it would help her not to feel so
bad.
"Oh
I see I am not good enough. I suppose you have others who are!"
she told him looking angry.
"There
were never any others except for you," he told her trying to
make her feel better, but it seemed anything he said just made it
worse.
"Just
take me back to the office please," she said making tears appear
in her eyes making him feel even worse.
On
the way back to the office she sat crying. Knowing he felt like the
dirt she wanted him to feel like. "I am surprised you didn't ask
me how much I charged!" she told him crying even harder.
"I
didn't think you were a prostitute Selena,” he told her as he drove
the car.
"Just
a common whore that's all!" she said really playing the tear
scene.
"I am so sorry for what I did to you," he said
feeling guiltier.
As they were getting out of the car she looked
at him." Just remember every time you fuck your wife she is
fucking me too!" she told him walking down the side walk.
That
night when his wife met him at home he felt guilty for having sex
with Selena. When he kissed her hello it was different now that
another woman's lips touched his, there wasn't that feeling he felt
with Selena. That night as he lay in bed with his wife, Selena cast a
spell for him to feel the lust again as he did earlier in the day as
he remembered the wild passionate sex with her. He became aroused
thinking of her large breast and the sweet taste of her hardened
nipples as he slowly licked them hearing her low moans, the way her
body moved on top of his. He started to kiss his wife thinking of
Selena; he ran his hands over her body, but it was not like Selena's
with large firm breast. Brenda had small breast. Closing his eyes he
asked his wife to get on top of him recreating the sex with Selena
moving in a circular slow motion teasing him until he was in the
fantasy with Selena forgetting it was his wife that he exploded in
such a powerful orgasm." Se-Lena!" He screamed out her name
exploding in such a fiery passion.
His
wife's eyes held the hurt and betrayal as he looked into them. She
jumped off the bed.
“Who
the fuck is Selena?" she asked standing in the middle of the
room naked as he looked at her small framed body, her short brown
hair.
"No
one my brown eyed girl." He told her trying to smile as he
realized he really screwed it up this time.
"You
called me Selena! Where did the name come from then?" she asked
him as tears ran down her face.
"I
said Brenda," he told her trying to cover the best he could.
"Are
you trying to tell me I am crazy? That I imagined hearing you call me
Selena?" she asked as she pulled on her jeans and sweat shirt.
"No
baby, but I don't know a Selena," he lied knowing the truth
would end their marriage of twenty years." Please come back to
bed, if I said it I don't know why I would say it," he lied
again trying to get her calmed down. She looked at him suspiciously
as she undressed putting her gown back on, she got back in bed
turning her back to him falling a sleep. Selena crept into his dreams
floating into the room in a long red sheer night gown, her hair
flowing as she floated in caressing her breast, as he dreamed she
masturbated calling his name. "John, oh John." He dreamt
her pulling back the covers as she began to give him oral sex. He
could feel her moist mouth with those wet red lips on his hard organ
as his hands were going through her long red hair, his body moving in
his sleep, the orgasm felt so real, saying her name in his sleep as
he exploded in a massive orgasm waking up calling out her name. He
realized his wife had left.
After
watching her husband dream of this Selena having sex with her ,
watching his body move, his hands moving as if they were running
through her hair . She knew by his motions he must have been dreaming
of her giving him oral sex. She got up quietly slipping out of the
house, driving off in her car crying that her husband was being
unfaithful to her. She checked into a motel room where he would not
be able to find her.
John
pulled on his pants to search the house for his wife finding her car
gone, he knew she had left. He drove the streets searching for her
but she wasn't at any of her friends or families house when he saw
Selena walking down the street in a very short red dress with
matching spiked heels. He came to a screeching stop, he felt anger
towards her as he jumped out of the car he ran up to her grabbing her
by both of her arms he began to yell at her." You're ruining my
marriage! Why won't you leave me alone!" he yelled as he looked
at her face full of fear.
"I haven't done anything! I was walking down the street minding my own business when you grabbed me!" she told him as he had her body pressed up against his.
"My
wife left because I called out your name while having sex with her
thinking of you! Because I dreamt of you giving me oral sex," he
said calming down realizing she must think he was crazy.
"So
it's my fault that you seduced me in an empty house? It's my fault
that you desired me and fantasized that it was me you were making
love to? Plus, it is my fault that you dreamt of me giving you oral
sex to pleasure, you?" she asked him as he was holding her
tighter to his body his breathing becoming heavy with desire for her.
"I
can't stop wanting you," he told her kissing her passionately
running his hand under her dress finding she was not wearing anything
under the dress. He licked her breast pushing her up against the car.
"I want you damn it," he told her taking her right there up
against the car as people drove by watching the sex show until he
exploded inside of her. He could not get enough of her and he
decided to take her to his house.
He
carried her up stairs into the bed he shared with his wife making
love to her caressing her breast as they moved together, she rolled
him over. "Let me make your dream come true," she said
going down on him until he called out her name so loud it could be
heard through out the neighborhood. She continued to perform oral sex
so she could make him become aroused again so she could ride him
slowly feeling his hands over her entire body until they exploded
together in a massive orgasm. Feeling she had him under her spell
completely there was no returning from the hell she had created for
him. She sat across his chest with her hand between her thighs moving
her hips in a up and down motion pleasuring herself when he could no
longer stand to watch it for she was driving his lust far out of
control he pulled her closer pleasuring her with oral sex something
he would never do with his wife. He made love to her the entire night
until the sun came up.
"This is the kind of sex you only read about," he told her kissing her with his hand on the back of her head. "I better go now," she told him kissing him good bye as she made sure she left enough of her long red hair around the house for his wife to find.
That
night Brenda came home to find he was in bed where his thoughts were
not of her, but of Selena. He was sexually aroused and wanting
release of his sexual frustration. Brenda sat on the bed to talk to
him when she saw the long red hair." I suppose this is my
imagination too?" she asked angrily, but before she could get
off the bed he had a dead grip on her arm.
He
looked possessed as his eyes were glazed his teeth were clenched
together as he spoke to her. "No it's not your fucking
imagination! She was here all night pleasing me, something you have
no knowledge of because you just lay there on your back! Well I want
her again!" he told his wife ripping her clothes off of her,
closing his eyes he thought of his beautiful Selena while he was
raping his wife Brenda and calling her Selena. His kisses were
passionate; his hands roaming her body as he became more violent."
Suck me like Selena does!" he ordered her. He was half crazed
out of his mind.
"No
I will not!" she yelled at him struggling to get away from him.
John
became enraged throwing her on her stomach raping her anally, not
hearing his wife's screams, but only Selena's moans. "Selena I
want you, I love you!" he cried as he had an orgasm.
Selena
came walking into the room as John forced
Brenda to stay as Selena joined them forcing the woman to watch her pleasure her husband orally as he held Brenda's wrist so she could not get away. She cried hysterically for she no longer knew her husband.
"I
want your wife too," she said forcing her kisses on her mouth,
this excited John even more watching her fondle his wife's breast,
kissing and licking them. She made him force her to perform oral on
her by beating her until she gave into his commands; he lay next to
them touching Selena. Telling her how much he loved her and would do
anything for her. They both raped her all night, her cries and pleads
went unheard by her husband as they were pleasuring themselves
sadistically. He threw Brenda on the bed where he began raping her as
he strangled her to death. Brenda lay dead in their bed, the spell of
Selena was gone, as well as Selena. It was as if she never existed
while his wife laid there bloodied from the brutal beating she
received and the last words she heard spoken and took with her in
death was I love you Selena. He had his wife's blood all over his
naked body as he cried out a horrifying scream from what he had done
to her. He literally went crazy sitting his wife up in the bed as if
they were carrying on a conversation.