Lost in Translation

"The party will have to start without you, my love." 

So there I was. Alone. Waiting for my lover to get home. He was late. Again. I had the scene set...the candles lit...my body ready to wrap around him.  To taste. To touch.  The wax was melting now. Running down the length of the thick, white, glowing stalks. The air was floating with a warm, velvety cloud of vanilla and lavender. I tasted the wine again, poured another glass and sank into the plush cushion.                                                   

I dropped the phone on the cushion beside me. What could I do? What could I say? The stage was set and I couldn't let this moment slip away. The burning sensation intensified, that heat seered through.  It spread like a wild fire and pulsed through me and centered. The thought of getting through to it was my longing ...to feel the heat as I plunged inside.

Desire pulled at me.

I tugged aside the silky fabric, now damp with the my sweet scent.

There was no need to tease,  I knew that one touch, a single thrust would send me over to ...that place.

I worked my way in, moving in a way that reached my softest point. The center.  That place that once touched, sent me into another universe.

The pleasure began to build. I climbed higher and higher, then when it was time, I pressed out. The release sent a sweet chill through my body. My stream trailed in a beautiful arc. With another stroke, I felt my body erupt, then shudder. 

When desire was through with me, I fell against the warm, soft cloud.

I lay silent. Still. Breathless.

 I was alone, yet I felt the comfort and fullness

 of love.

Chance Encounters: After Party

It was a hot night at the office, and the end of a long and drawn out case. It was Lynch v. Wade in a fraud suit. Lynch won.  She was our client. I hate seeing a woman get fucked over in a business partnership and I put my whole heart and soul into this case.  Without my help, Dan, the the lead lawyer in the case wouldn't of had all of the pieces to the puzzle. I was the one who turned up the final piece of evidence that swayed the jury. I was determined to show Dan that I was going to be a real asset to the firm. I also wanted to see that sexy glint in his eyes when I plopped the folder with my research on his desk. The sexual tension between us was driving me insane.

I knew Dan had a thing for me. Over the many late night research sessions at the office, he would break the serious mood at times and throw some pretty forward remarks my way. I also knew he wasn't getting any sex either.  His girlfriend moved back to Michigan for work. After several months of work on this case and time to refocus, he said he was over it. Again, he shot an interesting glance my way.

Five long months and no life, but the case was won.  I was burnt out, tired and excited all in the same moment. It was a nice surprise when the boys at the office threw Dan and I an impromptu party at Bixx, the local jazz club, to celebrate. It would also be nice to see Dan unbutton that shirt, loosen his tie and knock back a scotch or two.

Dan insisted we drive in together and walk in as a "team." He said he wanted to share the group applause with me, so he waited as I freshened up at the office. How sweet. As I left my office and turned to lock the  door, Dan's hard body moved in and pressed against my back and his strong arms encircled my waist.

"I'll miss working with you at night, Victoria.  I couldn't have made it without you." He softly kissed my neck.

I could feel the color pump to my face. My pussy began to twitch and I could feel it pulse. I reached behind and touched the back of his neck and leaned into him.
Without a word, I let him know with my body that I wanted him.I moved my ass firmly into his crotch. He turned me around and pulled me into a deep, hungry kiss.

Chance Encounters: Tori Strikes Back

I put my fingers to my mouth...
I tasted ready.

It had been some time since I had seen Steve. We dated on and off several years ago, when I was young and stupid. I made a fool of myself one too many times, trying to shock him with my public acts of affection. I was a little ahead of my time. I mean, when I saw Angelina and Billy Bob on the Red Carpet all those years ago, I could totally relate. But even Angelina calmed down and is a decent woman.


Steve quickly grew tired of my crazy exhibitionist ways and I lost him. After a deep depression, I put the crazy, outwardly sexual Tori on the shelf and became a corporate drone. I emerged as a new woman; Victoria. The Ann Taylor suit wearing proper gal who blended in. But the Genie can only stay in the bottle for so long.

Chance Encounters: CorkScrew

I needed to have that 
that fat cock buried inside of me...

She couldn't figure out why, but she knew the bartender had a thing for her. This was unexpected, especially since she always arrived in a bad mood and was purposely rude to him. The Cellar was an out of the way wine bar that Victoria would go when she needed to shake things off before heading home. She “vanted to be alone,” and let everyone in her path at least read that from her aura.

When Paul, the bartender, started giving her those tell-tale “moon eyes” and refilling her glass of cabernet for free, she knew he had it for her. But tonight... well tonight was different. She had a bitch of a day at the office and needed more than just a glass of wine to shake things off.