tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14885020610479304142024-02-06T21:40:37.570-05:00Quick Pic-FicsThe Goddess Hathorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06001211619053692699noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1488502061047930414.post-55683676460713675192008-11-13T18:20:00.001-05:002008-11-13T18:22:28.802-05:00To be the Mike...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfnAcRGnZ4n-P76lMpyVcBee4fK8Qa0B6-C_fmQyqFKISYcchMQF1JS57PlhYxBlUcVsA3APQXmwxEfhTo14jV3dFOMSME1L9_BjH72CYzOa86k2CWO7s2YypiFKbLCgHYJROCOHzV7fQ/s1600-h/100.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfnAcRGnZ4n-P76lMpyVcBee4fK8Qa0B6-C_fmQyqFKISYcchMQF1JS57PlhYxBlUcVsA3APQXmwxEfhTo14jV3dFOMSME1L9_BjH72CYzOa86k2CWO7s2YypiFKbLCgHYJROCOHzV7fQ/s320/100.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268286377751777378" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />To be the Mike…<br /><br />His long, slender fingers draped over you so tightly as you rock back and forth…<br /><br />His flirtations with you bring his voice to depths unknown… <br /><br />His warm lips caress me as the words spill from his beautiful voice and into the crowd, mesmerizing all in his wake. <br /><br />To be the mike…waiting impatiently again for his song.Shellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13772709532298829619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1488502061047930414.post-222094415258117422008-11-13T18:17:00.002-05:002008-11-13T18:19:50.042-05:00The Look<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8rEEoHStKfL2npCnu5rEInc7edqCDopFqk67Ls3r5vh3B3S71auOdOv64vXmfhmcAlEcR5GptLy5HBBmjPDOJydmbS2ug1UwXWZ7WbmenDx-Hr5tfDW-QATGlPSxNMaV0q8qiAr4fCVM/s1600-h/richie22.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8rEEoHStKfL2npCnu5rEInc7edqCDopFqk67Ls3r5vh3B3S71auOdOv64vXmfhmcAlEcR5GptLy5HBBmjPDOJydmbS2ug1UwXWZ7WbmenDx-Hr5tfDW-QATGlPSxNMaV0q8qiAr4fCVM/s320/richie22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268285386845248194" /></a><br /><br />The Look. <br /><br /><br />It’s the <span style="font-style:italic;">look</span>…It gets me every time. <br /><br />You can’t help but wonder what he’s feeling when you see him with the <span style="font-style:italic;">look</span>. <br /><br />It’s sexy…passionate…raw…<br /><br />The <span style="font-style:italic;">look</span> is so addicting that at times its better than any drug could and would ever be…<br /><br />You look again. He’s compelling to watch…<br /><br />It can drive you mad…Wondering…dreaming…wanting…<br /><br />Damn Look!Shellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13772709532298829619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1488502061047930414.post-14711184881978784922008-10-07T09:19:00.007-04:002008-10-07T09:37:09.613-04:00Melancholy Baby~ By Jovi's Willow<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5eTuiTsfYbogzwNQseXMQgQlVnyvVTgf6OYRjfcqZI0U_FhCRTT2fs8bc2CJ71LsKj70po1wKYqxtB9HOsHAxXb1cJhn7ke1HeJP3Eyf34_0ql0_f7F0fqBm3zQL0TiVtiyNFeM0pnF4/s1600-h/meloncoly+Jon.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254401797655463842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5eTuiTsfYbogzwNQseXMQgQlVnyvVTgf6OYRjfcqZI0U_FhCRTT2fs8bc2CJ71LsKj70po1wKYqxtB9HOsHAxXb1cJhn7ke1HeJP3Eyf34_0ql0_f7F0fqBm3zQL0TiVtiyNFeM0pnF4/s320/meloncoly+Jon.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ten years. It’s been ten years and here I am, back in this god-forsaken town. I used to like it here, used to love it here. I had told myself I’d never come back, not after THAT night. She’d left me standing on the steps of that chapel having handed me my heart in a million tiny pieces, saying that she did love me but not like that and then she turned and walked away, never looking back. How does someone recover from that? She was supposed to be the love of my life – the perfect wife, the mother to the children I might someday have. Damn.</span></div><div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">But that was then… that was before. I’m sitting, peering out the window of my suite to the city below – millions of people, millions of stories in this city that never sleeps. Glancing toward the fountain I see her – no, it couldn’t be her – wait, maybe it is, standing, staring at the water as it jumps around to the muted music I hear through the glass. The lights are a little blurry, could be the hour, could be the wine, could just be my fuzzy mind, but I swear it’s her and I’m drawn toward the door. Before I even realize what is happening, I’m in the elevator, through the lobby and out the door, the dancing waters in front of me now, the music louder, invading my mind like a dream that I never want to end.</span></div><div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I stop then, glancing about in search of her… long, dark hair flowing freely down her back, slim figure but not slight or waif like. From above I couldn’t see her face but soon enough our eyes meet and reality hits me once again like a ton of bricks has fallen on my chest. Quickly I turn away, not wanting to show my disappointment to the world. I feel sad and foolish for thinking that she was here, like a ghost waiting for her true love to someday re-appear. Quickly I move to wipe the unwanted tears from my eyes, trying to force the memories back into the box from which they had emerged, longing to lock them away once and for all, throwing the key away into the depths of the fountain in front of me.</span></div><div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It’s then that I feel her, the unwanted version of the soul I had been seeking, coming up behind me, tapping my shoulder to get my attention. How dare she! This was not the time or place for such an invasion of my personal space. With hardened features I turn to face her, seeing for the first time the gentle, green eyes and the soft, smooth features of her face. But none of that matters as my anger bubbles over, remembering.</span></div><div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">“Excuse me, are you ok?” you inquire.</span></div><div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">“What? I’m fine, I don’t know what you are talking about?” I answer, disdain and sarcasm hanging from every syllable of every word that come from my mouth.</span></div><div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Taken aback, you step away, but your eyes are still glued to mine.</span></div><div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">“I’m sorry to have bothered you. It’s just that you looked upset a moment ago and I….”</span></div><div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Not giving the chance to finish your reply, I bite back bitterly. “Well then. You think it’s just ok to ask a perfect stranger if they are ok? It’s not, do you hear me. So if you don’t mind, kindly leave me the fuck alone!”</span></div><div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">As you stand there in stunned silence, I turn and walk away, this time being the one who has shattered rather than the one has been shattered. I walk into the lobby and stop, regret and sorrow hitting me like a parent who is scolding a wayward child. How could I be so cold? So callous? All she did was ask if I was ok.</span></div><div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Turning quickly on my heels, I run back out the door in search of her, hoping that this time I will have the chance to offer an apology. </span></div><div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">But you are gone.</span></div><div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Just like she was.</span></div><div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I decide then and there that I must make things right this time rather than risk another ten years of regret and sadness.</span></div><div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">But how?</span></div>joviswillowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04737797998640956836noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1488502061047930414.post-40374726882435216472008-09-30T18:55:00.003-04:002008-10-07T09:37:37.344-04:00The Aggressor<iframe marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" style="border: 1px solid rgb(221, 229, 233); margin: 3px; padding: 0pt; width: 94px; height: 94px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" src="http://cid-1a6880023dbcab10.skydrive.live.com/embedgrid.aspx/Public/Bon%20Jovi%20Saturday%20Night%20in%20Amsterdam%20June%2013%202008.mov" scrolling="no" frameborder="0"></iframe><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Well...I know it's usually PIC Fic....but this video? Um...It killed me on so many levels that I had to go and write about it. Amsterdam - June 2008 - Someday I'll Be Saturday Night. (Formatted for the Ipod Video, mind you...so enjoy the download)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">This is the Jon that makes me ache. THIS is the Jon that I want to see at every blessed show. This part of him that lets go and shows he still loves that stage and his songs. And loves the reaction of a woman on the edge...ahem. Me.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You want me.<br /><br />It's there.<br /><br />I can see it.<br /><br />The way you watch so arrogantly.<br /><br />You don't even hide it. The glass of wine cradled in your palm as you lean back on the expanse of mahogany. Your hips pushed forward, the pull of your dark washed jeans over your thighs spread wide. Your eyes, dark and glittering in the low lights of the bar. You lift the glass to your lips, the quick flick of your tongue on the rim just as the dense red liquid slides down your throat. Your eyes never leave mine.<br /><br />Everything inside me wants to fidget. My clothes feel too hot, too tight. The very air around me feels heavy, pressing down on me. Something inside me holds on...keeps me still. I can't let you know that it effects me.<br /><br />Then the game would be done.<br /><br />I know it's a game.<br /><br />The night is a game. Especially this night. It's late. The bar's all but on its last call. The dark Disaronno swimming in my belly with the controlled kick I was looking for. I'm four deep in lowballs of the earthy liquor. I wasn't looking to get drunk, just longing for the slow burn of the amaretto to go with my dark mood.<br /><br />You suit my mood. I can feel the darkness in you. Even across the bar as you watch me, I can feel it. You know you can have me...the game isn't there. The game is in the stalking. The game is in the hunt. The game is in the how...and most definitely in the when.<br /><br />You finish the wine, placing the glass on the bar carefully as you stand. Dropping bills on the glossy surface you walk to me...purposefully. The angles of your face seem almost menacing in the flickering table light candles that bounce off your skin. But it's your eyes that hold me.<br /><br />Ever watchful still.<br /><br />You stand in front of me, no words spoken. You lift my glass, turn it to where my lipstick mark has branded the glass and tip back, the click of ice in your mouth just before the crunch. Your eyebrow quirks. "Amaretto?"<br /><br />Your voice is like smoke.<br /><br />"I wasn't in the mood for whisky tonight."<br /><br />"I don't think I got enough of a taste." You step closer. "Mind?"<br /><br />"Too bad, last call was ten minutes ago."<br /><br />You smile, your thumb tracing my lower lip. "I'm not interested in the Disaronno."<br /><br />I felt my belly tighten and my nipples harden. The wanting, the game, the night. It was there. If I wanted it, it was there without question. My tongue flicked out to taste the pad of your thumb. Fascinated, I watch your eyes go darker, the pupils widen with a predatory gleam. I watch the tick of your pulse in your neck, the line of your Adam's apple dusted in a day's growth.<br /><br />The quick swipe of your tongue over your lips. The divot along the top lip...the perfect edge for the tip of my own tongue. "Not at all?" I ask.<br /><br />The bright flash of white in the dark lets me know that I've won...for now. Without a word you dip down, your lips a breath away. "Perhaps a taste?"<br /><br />I stand straight, the line of my dress swishes around my thighs as you crowd in. "Perhaps I'm not interested in a taste."<br /><br />The darkness is back. The bold, watchful gaze going from tease to heat. Your hand lifts to cup my jaw, the line of my neck with your thumb and middle finger to each side. Holding me still without the least bit of pressure. You lower your mouth, the tip of our tongue glides over my lips and skips from kiss to a deep, all consuming infusion. No sweet layering. No soft seduction.<br /><br />You take.<br /><br />The game is yours. The darkness is for me and I'm not interested in the light.<br /><br />I move closer, but you hold me still. "I'm not done tasting," you say. The heat of your palm on my throat, just a tiny bit of pressure to hold me still...the arch of my jawline angled up to you for more. You like the power of it, the bit of surprise that swirls in my eyes.<br /><br />No fear though. Interest glimmers in those midnight eyes of yours. You like it. I smile. "More," I whisper.<br /><br />The kiss is harder, rougher. The demand higher, the reward greater as our tongues grapple. Strength and darkness wars while your taste, driving me higher. I bite down on that wide lower lip, sucking your tongue into my mouth. "More."<br /><br />You tear your mouth away, the spots of color high on your cheeks from wine and heat. You lower your hand from my neck to my hand, dragging it to the length pushing hard against your zipper. "How much more?"<br /><br />I press my palm to the scratchy denim and let my fingers learn you. "More." You turn, pulling my hand away. The grim line of your mouth so different from the soft fingers at my wrist. Almost like you're afraid to squeeze too hard.<br /><br />I won't break and I don't want soft.<br /><br />I like the dark.<br /><br />I like the look in your eyes that leads to the wild. I like your aggression.<br /><br />No talking, just the action.<br /><br />Now this...this I want. The finding. The needing. You find the door, rounding the building in that purposeful stride again. I catch up with a quick step and click of heels. I turn my face up to the misting rain.<br /><br />You turn to me. "How much more?" Rain dots your hair, pushes it down into your face as droplets form a sheen on your cheekbones.<br /><br />My answer is a kiss. The wetness adding to the heat. It could have been a cool dose of reality. But I don't want reality.<br /><br />I want this.<br /><br />The heat.<br /><br />The darkness.<br /><br />And now the wet. You crush me close, jerking me higher as your fingers bruise now. You've found the moment.<br /><br />You want the heat.<br /><br />You want this.<br /><br />You want me.<br /><br />My breath lodges deep in my throat as the brick of the building slams into my back. You're there. Your fingers scraping against my thighs as you open me. Jerking up the silk of my dress, pleased when it sticks to me...to my belly.<br /><br />Your hand, hovers over my panties. Your lips just there...not on me, but not away.<br /><br />Watching again.<br /><br />You tilt your head as you slide your finger along the elastic at inner thigh. My quick gasp of breath leaves you smirking. Just a tease really. Not quite a touch yet.<br /><br />I can feel your breath on mine. The quick shudder of your fingers as they wait there. "More."<br /><br />Two fingers. No warning. Deep and gripping as I cry out. Turning, burning as you reach inside me. Cupping me, holding me high on the tips of my toes. "More?"<br /><br />Watching. Always watching.<br /><br />My head falls back to the brick, the rasp of the wet stone on my back. The hard male in front of me. The fingers inside me, the rain on my face. "All of it."<br /><br />Your tongue is relentless, but all I can focus on is the loss of your touch. I moan into your mouth, searching for more...For the fullness again. I hiccup out a groan as you press into me. Finally! "God yes," I whisper against your mouth as the bulky ridge of you butts against my hood, presses against the lace barrier.<br /><br />Your eyes.<br /><br />There.<br /><br />Your eyes on mine. The rain clinging to your lashes, the darkness swirling there as you jerk the slim string at my hip and the cool night air touches me for the first time. No time for thought, no time for coolness. You lift my thigh on to your hip.<br /><br />Watching. Always watching.<br /><br />Your breath, your groans mingle with mine. Your eyes never leave mine. Never look at our bodies clasping, slapping or merging.<br /><br />My eyes. Just my eyes as you drive into me. Your lips finally settle on mine, sucking my lower lip as my cries are swallowed in the rain and your eager mouth.<br /><br />Your fingers grip and wrap my other thigh up around your hips. Your arms bracing against the brick as you pound inside of me.<br /><br />Watching again. Forehead to forehead as the sky opens up. As I open up and take you.<br /><br />All of you.<br /><br />I don't know if it's my cry or yours, who walked the edge first. I know this. I know that I died a little. I know that you became part of me...a moment in time.<br /><br />My aggressor.TaraLeighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00342413692746814980noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1488502061047930414.post-76587987539122920232008-09-28T16:07:00.004-04:002008-09-29T13:52:09.504-04:00The Two Roses<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQO6f6EzHwGrb1FdBODr3-SkWG03aGgMRBrsWpK9VDWigDzTmOneF-g_zigu5rkJ_nhAj4D7YaKZehgdP46K4XZJQDwb-jA00TboRLmLZ0gK1bkw550S6Nz8GIWozd9lC0vDZMe8CFkr4C/s1600-h/Picture+for+Fiction.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251166789747943762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQO6f6EzHwGrb1FdBODr3-SkWG03aGgMRBrsWpK9VDWigDzTmOneF-g_zigu5rkJ_nhAj4D7YaKZehgdP46K4XZJQDwb-jA00TboRLmLZ0gK1bkw550S6Nz8GIWozd9lC0vDZMe8CFkr4C/s320/Picture+for+Fiction.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The main role of your career is to perform for the crowd; it’s what you do. The only difference in tonight’s show is that you have a special gift for special woman in the audience: two beautiful red roses.<br /><br />After a few hours of performing, the time has come to give them away.<br /><br />You look at all the women around you who are trying to get your attention, but there is one at the end of the first row who is not. She has blue eyes and dirty blonde hair, kind of like you.<br /><br />Once she sees you looking at her, you walk to the end of the stage where she is standing, to give her the gift you are holding.<br /><br />Once she has them, she gives you a smile to say ‘thank you’. Soon the show is over and she leaves the venue, loving you more than she did before. </span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Note: This fiction was written for the SnapShot Challenge on the Jovi Fan Forum Community for the week of September 20th/2008</strong></p></span>koolsheenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00091486807909565286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1488502061047930414.post-4489221603794422162008-09-23T14:37:00.003-04:002008-09-23T14:43:57.764-04:00The Keyboardist<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhto4DbdMCBP5W523_PXKRXhsfKxyMFscX6_37zhMncNbcyiIYIgjvr17-HFmmmD44PByH9-KwKOseEBxLrnNaaRn4d3e9jaSgjua3gsgxWvI-PGLYOzp1bJO-BYfLqSdtgzryDb29CA7-O/s1600-h/David+Bryan+Live+80%27s+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249288897490323762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhto4DbdMCBP5W523_PXKRXhsfKxyMFscX6_37zhMncNbcyiIYIgjvr17-HFmmmD44PByH9-KwKOseEBxLrnNaaRn4d3e9jaSgjua3gsgxWvI-PGLYOzp1bJO-BYfLqSdtgzryDb29CA7-O/s320/David+Bryan+Live+80%27s+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I’ve waited for days to see you do what you do best: play the keys. I never knew how the keyboardist of a rock band could be so attractive until I saw you.<br /><br />With the mysterious look in your eyes and your open shirt, you love to tease the crowd.<br /><br />I never understood why all the women dreamed to be with the lead singer. I don’t care about him cause baby I dream to be with you.<br /><br />Finally the time I’ve been waiting for…<br /><br />Your front man lets you sing for a change.<br /><br />As your hands glide across your keyboard, I wish for them to glide across my body.<br /><br />Before the song ends your eyes meet mine and you give me a wink.<br /><br />That’s all I needed to feel satisfied by you. </span></div>koolsheenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00091486807909565286noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1488502061047930414.post-9237917991970655302008-09-22T01:18:00.004-04:002008-09-22T01:23:05.197-04:00Deli Fun<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3CqWJ5Z5-2FwSo63z8VqKVmLxmspQ625FDG7dr1To1nzF6H_aZL6acER4SwLPk_69uMgxOuirShEG2BAAv_2uP9CqHeei_3MAxq7gsOkRkcnIFyDGGHHvSlcbLNGLuTmFQHXAkpbfXNK0/s1600-h/deliwait.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3CqWJ5Z5-2FwSo63z8VqKVmLxmspQ625FDG7dr1To1nzF6H_aZL6acER4SwLPk_69uMgxOuirShEG2BAAv_2uP9CqHeei_3MAxq7gsOkRkcnIFyDGGHHvSlcbLNGLuTmFQHXAkpbfXNK0/s320/deliwait.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248710976456605986" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">I rush into the small diner confused as to why you wanted to meet me here of all places, and at this late hour of the night. Diners aren’t usually open this late, unless they are in a big city, and this small backwater town somewhere in between tour dates definitely can’t be considered big city. Come to think of it I can’t figure out why on this three day break from touring why we aren’t holed up in a hotel somewhere having rabidly hot sex, but when my Jonny has a want I tend to fall in with it, knowing that eventually the hot and rabid will show up. Babe, I know you love your quick food on tour, but Diner food and we had to take two cars? That doesn’t seem to bode well for experiencing anything hot or sexy.
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<br />As I open the door I come to a dead stop, and I do mean a total dead stop. Your leaning there in that booth as if you own the joint, your head propped in your hand. One leg is up on the seat and those blue eyes are intense with that little sparkle I love. There’s a little smirk dancing on those lips of yours, oh god I love those little half smiles, and your fur is peeking through that little zipper on your shirt. You little devil, you know what that fur does to me. Just the barest peek of it and my mind is imagining the feel of it as it rubs against me, so crisp yet so soft.
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<br />I move over and slip into the booth, your leg moving to allow me access. “So tell me, exactly what it is about this place?”
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<br />Your brow waggles as you pull me into your body. Damn I can’t stop the shiver as your lips brush over my ear. “They have the best burgers, and I hear the dessert today is to die for.”
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<br />I squeak as your hand slides down my shoulder along my side, my breathing hitching rapidly as I try to look around for a waitress or hell anything to keep me from turning into a molten puddle of need. “Doesn’t seem to be anyone here though.”
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<br />Your throaty chuckle sends a slight chill along my spine as your fingers trace little circles on the tops of my legs, and just as I’m about to close my eyes in pure ecstacy a throat clears. Glancing up I see the waitress, who shakes her head as she settles two plates before us. She walks off and you dive into your burger like you haven’t eaten in days. As you chew you explain how you found this place nearly twenty years ago, during those days you drove around the states finding yourself, and how they have always had the best food bar none.
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<br />I pick up my burger and take a bite, the juices dribbling along my chin. When you lean in to capture those dribbles with your tongue I groan. “Can’t waste a drop baby, its too good.” I manage to nod before taking another bite. Damn if you aren’t right, it is good, but I make sure to let a bit of it dribble, because that earns me another swipe of your tongue.
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<br />A few moments later Gladys returns and settles a bowl of berries and a spray can of Reddi Whip on the table, her eyes rolling as she takes in how quickly the burgers have gone. “I’ll be locking up now, everyone else is gone. You know what to do Jonny boy.”
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<br />You wink at the lady and smile. “Sure thing Gladys, I’ll take Bob the keys in the morning.”
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<br />She walks towards the door and flicks all but one light off as she exits. My eyes turn back to you, Oh dear lord you have that can of Reddi Whip in your hands and the look in your eyes speaks volumes. I get it, the best dessert today is me.
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<br />Yep, I’m gonna die.</span>
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<br />Trehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17589117014779443112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1488502061047930414.post-2486549280834509542008-09-21T18:06:00.005-04:002008-10-07T09:38:05.998-04:00I Love You<div align="left"><em><span style="color:#993300;">~ By Hath</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#993300;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><a href="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x133/Thegoddesshathor/The%20Boys/Richie/db_q510.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x133/Thegoddesshathor/The%20Boys/Richie/db_q510.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center">Oh, your salty, musky flavor<br />Is still ling’ring on my tongue<br />And I smile with fond remembrance<br />Though our passioned night is done.<br /><br />You came and left so easily;<br />I woke up all alone<br />But your taste and scent both comfort me<br />And taunt me as I moan.<br /><br />My nipples are still tender<br />And my skin a little raw<br />From the coarse and scratchy stubble<br />That was sprinkled on your jaw<br /><br />My body screams with yearning<br />For the warm feel of your skin<br />I start to feel a burning,<br />A deep aching from within<br /><br />‘Oh God,’ is what I whimper<br />As I kick free from the sheets<br />And the throbbing of my clit now<br />Is so strong that it competes<br /><br />With the pull of Nod’s sweet slumber<br />And the promise of a dream<br />Where I feel you deep inside me<br />Pounding, slamming ‘til I scream<br /><br />But I give in to the aching<br />And my hand starts to descend<br />O’er the flatness of my belly.<br />I close my eyes and I pretend<br /><br />That my fingers are your strong ones<br />Playing me with such great skill<br />That in minutes I am cresting;<br />Cries of passion long and shrill<br /><br />Then a noise comes from the doorway<br />I raise my head and crack my eyes<br />And I see you standing, staring<br />At my hand between my thighs<br /><br />“Well hello there,” ‘swhat you rumble<br />As you gently stroke your cock.<br />When you come to lay beside me<br />There’s no reason now to talk.<br /><br />As you slip into my body,<br />And you slowly start to move;<br />As our two mouths fuse together<br />And our hips each find their groove;<br /><br />As you love me oh so tenderly<br />I hook you with my leg,<br />You chuckle at my urgency.<br />You’re going to make me beg.<br /><br />So I whisper “Please” so softly<br />And I arch my neck just so<br />And you speed your ministrations<br />And the pressure starts to grow.<br /><br />It starts as a mere tingling<br />In the bottoms of my feet,<br />And it quickly climbs my legs now,<br />Fills my pussy with wet heat<br /><br />As I grip your manhood firmly<br />And my muscles start to clench<br />I feel the fire raging painlessly<br />A flame just you can quench<br /><br />And you do; you cum so violently<br />I cry out words of joy<br />But I’m holding back the love words,<br />‘Cause I don’t want to destroy<br /><br />The pure magic of this moment<br />Of the joining of our souls<br />Of the way your essence permeates,<br />Completes my spirit’s holes<br /><br />So I bite my lip restrainingly<br />I close my eyes, and then…<br />Then I hear you say those wondrous words….<br />You say, “I love you, Jen."</div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">(Note that this was written as a contest entry on T's Place -- </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">the challenge was to write a poem.)</span></em></div>The Goddess Hathorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06001211619053692699noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1488502061047930414.post-11035930932542062652008-09-21T12:55:00.006-04:002008-09-21T18:05:59.206-04:00Happy Birthday Darlin<em>~ by Tre</em><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ4lxIBZCc7b6DwVTSbsTVjrVOk-D1E6OD7wIpGJMvpmR0RBW_g344_W1DcqA0fWNg7Gw-xdKe4P53fP_86bJZ8ysEjyHYwegGx67v6VAn3lX_ljairxdjxdDL_LiUCXyY84BFmTZqnVly/s1600-h/hbd6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ4lxIBZCc7b6DwVTSbsTVjrVOk-D1E6OD7wIpGJMvpmR0RBW_g344_W1DcqA0fWNg7Gw-xdKe4P53fP_86bJZ8ysEjyHYwegGx67v6VAn3lX_ljairxdjxdDL_LiUCXyY84BFmTZqnVly/s320/hbd6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248529392776714850" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">The pounding on the door finally filtered into my mind, a pounding that was insistent in its loudness and rhythm. Didn’t my friends know I wanted to spend my birthday alone? Well alone the way I liked it, lost in the thoughts and memories of a certain dark haired man that had held my attention for years. Maybe I’ll just ignore the door, only so much “Happy Birthdaying" a lady can take after all. I just want to sit here and remember my brush with brilliance.<br /><br />We’d only met once, but even now that memory was a shining spot for me. My car had broken down and he had been the rescuer. It seemed a million years ago, when in reality it had only been a few months, but even now I could still hear his laughter as we shared the afternoon and a dinner that had turned into a night of soul searing lovemaking.<br /><br />It had ended too soon thanks to his schedule and mine, and I had regretted every day since not taking him up on his offer to leave my boring world for his. I had bills to pay though, and a job that needed me. That is why I was here, sitting at my computer on my birthday watching videos and getting lost in memories and what could have beens.<br /><br />The damn pounding on the door wouldn’t stop though and I knew I had to just take my birthday medicine and answer the door. Pushing my chair away from the desk, I clicked a button and let the music go a bit louder. At least I could have his music on my birthday.<br /><br />Strolling to the door I distractedly pulled my hair back into its messy ponytail and grumbled. They better not all be standing there ready to yell surprise, I might have to shut the door in their face. My lips geared up to smile and accept whatever came as my hand reached for the knob. Opening the door slowly my eyes moved up to only widen in shock.<br /><br />***<br /><br />I watched the door, changing from beating on it with my fist to slapping it with the palm of my hand. You just have to be home, you have to be. Sure its your birthday and you might not be home, but fate wouldn’t be so cruel. I’d finally found out how to find you and to learn it was your birthday too? Well I couldn’t resist that.<br /><br />My long fingers grasped the tie holding the cake box together as I started to slap the door again only to nearly hit you in the face. As your startled eyes took me in I knew then I had made the right decision. That day I played rescuer when I found you by the road had been the one memory that got me through the nights, and now I had my chance to change how it had ended, and Darlin I do plan on changing the ending to that story.<br /><br />“Gonna let me in Darlin?” I chuckle darkly as your lips move with no sound, your beautiful body stepping back to allow me entrance into your cozy little home. As I step inside I settle the box onto a small table and crowd closer to you, loving the way your breath hitched slightly as I stepped closer to you. I reach out to tug you in, my lips brushing over the delectable shell of your ear as my voice rumbles quietly, “Never thought I’d find you I bet.”<br /><br />I feel your head shake no, more than I see it, but that’s ok, the day is just getting started and I do have plans for you, wonderful plans to celebrate your birthday, fuck not just this one but every birthday for the next oh sixty years or so.<br /><br />My lips slide and press against yours and again that scent that has teased my memory for months wraps around me. God I had missed that scent each and every day, and now that I found it I won’t let it go again. I couldn’t resist stealing a kiss, my heart thudding in my chest as you responded. Fuck woman no one can kiss like you. “I brought you cake,” whispered from my lips and garnered me a surprised smile. But when you said “I don’t want cake its not as sweet as you,” I knew I’d made the right decision to come.<br /><br />You take a step back and I follow unable to resist the lure of the slight blush on your cheeks or the racing of your heart causing an all too familiar tightness in the jeans I wear. I wanted this to be sweet and slow but the beckoning of your eyes has me forgetting all the original plans. All I want to do is play caveman and take you straight to bed, and when your dainty fingers move up to play at the buttons on your blouse I can’t stop the smile.<br /><br />I move in, my hands reaching to brush over your shoulders and push the blouse away before sinking to my knees. Leaning forward I feel your fingers slip into my hair as I once again gather the sweet taste of your skin on my tongue. The flavor of you starts burning through me, hotter, brighter wilder than any emotion in recent memory. I can’t stop the tasting, from the valley of your breasts down along to your navel before moving lower. The groan of pleasure that escapes you as I take my first taste of your sweet juices is as heady as the taste of you. I love the way you respond to me, to just the simplest of touches. It made me want more then, and it makes me want more now.<br /><br />***<br /><br />I lose myself in your touch, in the sound of you kneeling there before me. God I want you to get up and take me to the bed, but you stubbornly stay there on the floor, flicking that wicked tongue against me. I never thought I could feel so wanton, but when your dark brown eyes glance up at me it sets me to flash point causing the whimpered pleas to start.<br /><br />You seem to understand that I can’t take much more of this teasing and you stand, your long fingers wrapping around my wrists as you pull me even closer. I stop you, I have too as my hands move to undo those two solitary buttons you manage to fasten. I can feel your heart speed up as I brush over the patches of fur and I almost laugh when my hands slip further south to undo your belt only to hear you groan, and when you grumble at the quickness and how I’m worth more I smile as I respond with “Sometimes a girl just wants it quick.”<br /><br />I laugh as your chocolately gaze fires with need, then press a kiss to your chin as you scoop me up, the question of where’s the bedroom shining in that beautiful sleepy grin of yours. I only have to motion and your long legs began to eat up the distance to my bedroom door. Didn’t have to tell you twice did I?<br /><br />You settle me to my feet just inside the bedroom, your large hands sliding gently over me as you finish removing my clothing, your dark eyes roaming over me in a dance of possession and need, your fingers brushing over each inch of my skin with a tenderness I’ve never felt before. Sweet Jesus, I nearly cum just from the easy gentle brushes of your fingers, and you haven’t gotten started yet.<br /><br />As you start to move me towards the bed my hands slip to your belt and I cant stop the grin as your pants slide down your long legs and you simply step out of them as you lower me to the bed.<br /><br />I watch as your eyes darken as you loom over me, the feel of your skin against mine driving me higher and higher. I need you now but your determined to drive me to distraction first, not that I mind that. I can’t seem to stay still as your lips and hands play over my body eliciting reactions I never thought I was capable of, but baby when you grind against me for the first time I start to soar.<br /><br />***<br /><br />Your wiggles drive me to insanity, and all thoughts of making it last this first time vanish. Fuck first times, we have all night right Darlin? I slide my hand along your calf and lift it over my arm as I sink home, your sharp gasp spurring me on. God the tell tale flush on your skin as I fill you, the soft breathy moans, and your nails sliding along my spine as I roll and flex inside of you push me higher, which causes me to speed up just a little, but when your walls vice against me I feel myself expand. I need to feel you cum when I do, I need us to be one, and with the brush of my thumb over your core I feel you writhe, hear your cries of completion and finally let go as I seat myself deeply inside of you and let our moments mesh.<br /><br />As I slump over you, my own breathing raspy and hoarse I feel your arms tighten around me. Even now you want to keep me close and that suits me just fine. Tilting my head I watch your eyes close, as you come down from the high we both experienced. Knowing we’ll both need a nap before we continue this night I brush my lips over your ears and whisper a final sentence before sleep.<br /><br />“Happy Birthday Darlin. I’m just getting started.”<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">((Originally written as a Happy Birthday for Judith on the Jovi FF/DLS board))</span><br /></span>Trehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17589117014779443112noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1488502061047930414.post-56676985831300772372008-09-20T19:25:00.004-04:002008-09-20T19:37:36.314-04:00Mr. Bluesman<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGl6tvEri0PNl7fmrda-i7HNdtmJzryS59z55aC__U9WgpPP-xtZNbPE1UCDYjUXNhr2qfGMcCwCjmkXpLEwVPyOff_dt6tcy4gSmrGJCN3Su8zg6chyphenhyphenrE7qSOhiX6PZkbW39G4h6SG5w/s1600-h/4d4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248249613469019618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGl6tvEri0PNl7fmrda-i7HNdtmJzryS59z55aC__U9WgpPP-xtZNbPE1UCDYjUXNhr2qfGMcCwCjmkXpLEwVPyOff_dt6tcy4gSmrGJCN3Su8zg6chyphenhyphenrE7qSOhiX6PZkbW39G4h6SG5w/s320/4d4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />He played, but his heart wasn’t in it! She hadn’t shown up, not a damn word, how could she stand him up like this.<br /><br />He tried to loose himself in the music, he couldn’t, fuck it!<br /><br />He realized Jon had noticed he wasn’t <em>in</em> the mood. Jon cocked an eyebrow at him; he shrugged and carried on playing and singing.<br /><br />Christ he’d even worn the damn jeans she loved, the ones she’d had made for him, her picture on the front, eating that banana. He smirked, he’d spotted it was her face, and she’d told him every time he wore them he’d know her lips were near his dick, hell even now he grew hard just thinking about it! Not good in front of 40,000 screaming females.<br /><br />He dug deep into his soul and his want for her, his eyes closed he pictured her naked and writhing on the bed, floor, table, wherever they made love. He threw his head backwards and thrust his hips forward, feeling the fender brush over his now raging hard on. Talk about bad timing, but he couldn’t stop himself, he was on the brink, doing his solo and wanting to cum. His face said it all, but people just thought he was in the groove. Never in a million years would anyone think his O face was just that! Christ he needed to cool it!<br /><br />He managed to jerk his body back into some control, but only just!<br /><br />He wanted her here and <em>now</em>! Why the hell hadn’t she come?<br /><br />They came off stage for a fast shirt change; Jon asked him what the fuck was wrong. He’d hardly cracked a smile all damn night. Richie replied nothing changed into his ‘Sambora’ top and headed back to the screaming fans, he really didn’t want to go back on stage, but he loved their fans and wouldn’t let them down.<br /><br />His face showing his mood he started in on the song, not really paying any attention to anything or anyone.<br /><br />Jon sighed, hell if she didn’t get here soon, he’d kill Rich, talk about moody. He shook his head and his ass, praying she’d get there and soon!<br /><br />Something hit is ass, jarring him out of his revere, looking around he didn’t see a thing, shrugging he carried on, and then he felt it again! Something had hit him and hit him hard! He swung and looked on the floor and frowned, looking up at him were several dimes. He frowned and flinched when another his him square in the chest.<br /><br />Looking up, his heart stopped; there standing in the shadows was the love of his life. A big grin split his face and he just remembered to sing his lines. He sang with a gusto that had been lacking all night.<br /><br />Jon looked at him then towards the shadows and laughed, damn she was finally here, and then hissed as a dime smacked him on his nipple! The bitch she’d brought that damn slingshot with her, <em>again</em>! She was lethal with it, but at least his wingman had finally lit up and got with the program.<br /><br />They broke for the encore and Richie nearly threw his guitar at his tech and hurried off to the side. She was in his arms and wrapped about him, mouths attacking each other like they were starving for each other.<br /><br />His hands went to her long brown hair, twinning in it, holding her so he could deepen the kiss.<br /><br />Her hands cupped his ass, pulling him nearer her, making him growl his desire for her. Wanting to desperately bury himself deep within her fluid warmth, nearly shouting his frustration, knowing he couldn’t.<br /><br />‘Darlin, where the hell have you been?’ By now his mouth was attacking her neck, his little weird ass goatee rubbing her just as she liked it, making her purr and rub up against him even more.<br /><br />She dragged her mind back, realizing he’d asked her a question, ‘Traffic!’ was all she could get out as the fog of passion over took her brain again as his hands caressed her breasts through her t-shirt. Her nipples puckered and grew hard, begging for his mouth to touch them.<br /><br />‘Holy hell Sambora, we don’t need to see this! Put her down and get your ass changed.’ Jon bitched, pulling her away from him and hauling her down the tunnels after him.<br /><br />‘Jesus Jon, <em>careful</em>!’ She shouted only to be found picked up in his arms and carried the rest of the way.<br /><br />Walking quickly into his dressing room he pecked her on the lips, ‘Where the hell were you? He was like a fuckin zombie out there!’ With that he sat her on a couch, and proceeded to undress in front of her.<br /><br />‘Traffic! And for god’s sake keep your damn pants on!’ She hollered at him just as Richie burst through the door.<br /><br />‘Unhand my woman Bongiovi! Oh, you have done! Man stop running off with her!’ He stripped his shirt off as a clean on sailed through the door at him, landing over his face. She giggled, then drooled as he stood bare-chested in front of her.<br /><br />‘Angel, I do not appreciate being attacked by that fuckin slingshot! Where is it?’ He went to search her and found his ass picked up and thrown out of the room, a towel hitting him in the face as he turned to speak. ‘Shit Sambora, keep your damn wife in check will you, and damnit that’s <em>my</em> room!’ The door slammed to, shutting him up, he rolled his eyes, laughed and headed for Teek’s room.<br /><br />‘Emma I love ya, but what the hell’s going on? You were supposed to be here hours ago baby.’ He pulled her into his arms, wrapping them about her, inhaling her scent and taking comfort from her form fitting into his.<br /><br />She placed her hand on his cheek; he turned into it and kissed it. ‘I had a doctor’s appointment and it went a little over. Then I hit traffic, got diverted, then a security guard wouldn’t let me in till I screamed blue murder for Mike, who threatened to sack the guy. I’m fine stop looking like that.’ She scolded him, pushing a finger between his eyebrows trying to smooth it out.<br /><br />‘What’s wrong, why did you g……’<br /><br />‘Time bro put your wife down and come on.’ Jon shouted opening the door, sighing at seeing them nearly as one, ‘Christ five years of marriage and you’re still in the dating phase!’ He latched onto Richie’s belt and pulled for all he was worth, finally separating them.<br /><br />Emma laughed and followed her husband; it was funny seeing Jon pulling for all he was worth. If Richie hadn’t wanted to move, Jon wouldn’t have stood a chance.<br /><br />As they hit the side of the stage he yelled at her, ‘Why the doctors?’<br /><br />Jon, heard and frowned, so did Dave, Teek and Hugh.<br /><br />She took a breath; she didn’t want to tell him like this.<br /><br />‘Christ sake tell us!’ David shouted over the roar of the crowd.<br /><br />‘I’m pregnant.’ They’d been trying for years and nothing, she’d felt funny over the last few days and decided to go to a doctor friends, when she’d told her she was pregnant, Emma nearly fell of the table with shock. She’d put it down to all the travelling she’d done.<br /><br />Suddenly she was lifted off her feet and crushed to Richie’s chest, the others left them alone, laughing and slapping each other on their backs, a Sambora baby, hot damn!<br /><br />He lifted his mouth from hers, ‘Lady I love you more than life it’s self. Do <em>not</em> move, I’ll be back soon.’ He leant down and lifted her blouse and kissed her stomach, whispering to the infant nestled inside.<br /><br />She sighed and watched him swagger back to his spot and laughed, boy could he swagger, and what an ass he had! And though’s jeans, she shook her head, they were the reason she was pregnant! Three months ago he’d worn them, and after he’d finished on stage they gone at it like rabbits, and this new life was what had happened. She knew and would tell him so later, as she ravished his body again, stripping those jeans off him again!<br /><br />Damn life was good! And hell she was horny!Joviswomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16132230658145375190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1488502061047930414.post-80431187371266303332008-09-17T15:31:00.006-04:002008-09-18T11:15:12.116-04:00Found<em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">~ By Stephanie</span></em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi40UcMDQUs1vTOFq_RVp5HsJZCslt-r-4Xc0JZukEdsHGW85srY9xGKq7qFRKG9-H4xSd7BmbDOWLGxBkL6uXjrYJXntiOn4cKeDoprm0QAThy75gGpUlpDUhcAvRNYPWS7Lrw-jBZsZRN/s1600-h/jbj-blindfold.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247075470296727170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi40UcMDQUs1vTOFq_RVp5HsJZCslt-r-4Xc0JZukEdsHGW85srY9xGKq7qFRKG9-H4xSd7BmbDOWLGxBkL6uXjrYJXntiOn4cKeDoprm0QAThy75gGpUlpDUhcAvRNYPWS7Lrw-jBZsZRN/s200/jbj-blindfold.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>It was a shame really; covering those pretty eyes of yours. It was all in fun of course, but still, I almost changed my mind. After I tightened the scarf behind your head I stepped around to make sure you couldn’t see me. You puckered your lips, wondering how long I was going to make you wait. I pressed a kiss quickly to your lips. “Find me” I whispered quietly as I moved just out of your reach.<br /><br />You knew the room, knew where every piece of furniture that could be an obstacle was placed. You moved about, arms stretched out in front of you, your hands “seeing” your way around the room. I moved quickly, quietly behind you. You catch my scent and turn only to miss me by a breath. “Come on baby” you beg, “you know you want me to find you.” I moved around you again, lightly dragging my fingertips across your shoulder as I step away. You turn to find only air behind you.<br /><br />You move and stumble over something. Bending down your hand finds a shoe; a little further beyond that, a second shoe. You smile to yourself, <em>it’s a trail</em>. You knee walk along the floor, finding each piece of clothing, until you reach the bed. Climbing up from the foot you drag your hands along until you touch skin. You crawl up the bed, straddling me; your hands feel their way up, caressing my breasts, stroking lightly across my chest, along the sensitive skin of my neck. When you reach my face you cradle my chin in your hand.<br /><br />I watch as you smile down at me and remove the scarf; the blue eyes that I love so much finally come into view. “Found ya.”</div>Queeniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14400635275075265985noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1488502061047930414.post-68389424372408258382008-09-17T09:24:00.003-04:002008-10-07T09:38:05.999-04:00What's He Thinking?<em>~ By Hath</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgPebB24upagdQfL6z7Cs3b_JF5wXXPZSk8zZnlHGln2Jl2azlMJbeS9mXPw6qB3iNTc5a59V4JtPxSAGBC9ITFMJTt47rLQGky7Lc6ESPsG2MerrKkBmEEQIBLQ9MbvPoSIWfAf_QzMy9/s1600-h/jonapril1998.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246980765182980098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="257" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgPebB24upagdQfL6z7Cs3b_JF5wXXPZSk8zZnlHGln2Jl2azlMJbeS9mXPw6qB3iNTc5a59V4JtPxSAGBC9ITFMJTt47rLQGky7Lc6ESPsG2MerrKkBmEEQIBLQ9MbvPoSIWfAf_QzMy9/s400/jonapril1998.jpg" width="242" border="0" /></a> You made me wait, baby, and you know I don't like waiting.<br /><br />I hate waiting one minute longer than necessary to have you in my arms. You feel like heaven when I'm holding you to me; your softness a perfect compliment to the hard planes I know you feel when you hold me.<br /><br />I love the way you whimper when I lick that spot just under your ear, telling me that you're dampening even though I've barely begun to tease you.I love it next when your head drops back, giving me unobstructed access to your neck....your delicate, delicious neck.<br /><br />I could spend a lifetime just biting and sucking on that little dip where your neck meets your shoulder.<br /><br />Oh, your shoulders....I love it when they shake with need when I kiss you. How they tremble when you're so aroused your eyes go black with want. I love how they're soft and supple, and how the straps of your dress slide off them so easily, exposing...<br /><br />Your breasts. God, how I love those. They fit perfectly in my hands, and when I roll my thumbs over their peaks, and your nipples stand up for more attention, I can't help but smile. How can I resist them? They taste of you, sweet like peaches, and the more aroused you get, the sweeter they taste.<br /><br />I'm almost tempted to reach under your dress and bury my fingers in you, to pump you slowly until you beg for more.<br /><br />To gently stroke you as I hold you to me, biting on that neck.<br /><br />To flick a knuckle over your swollen clit until you convulse and scream.<br /><br />But, I forgot, I'm mad at you for making me wait...The Goddess Hathorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06001211619053692699noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1488502061047930414.post-49283451011050350562007-12-04T16:04:00.001-05:002008-10-07T09:38:06.000-04:00Happy Birthday Baby<span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"><em>... By Hathor</span></em><br /><p align=center><img src="http://lh4.google.com/TheGoddessHathor/RwzbPM6POHI/AAAAAAAAIS8/Wk_uJuSLwjs/s800/Versace14.jpg"></p><br />He was reclining on the chair, an old beat up wing-backed that he'd had forever. He was grateful for the chair's cloth cover, as his skin tends to stick to leather. She stood behind him, and tied the blindfold tightly to his head. "No peeking," she admonished. He just laced his fingers behind his head and relaxed, having complete trust in his new mistress.<br /><br />She smiled a sly smile. He was so beautiful, so trusting. Her high heels clicked softly on the hardwood floor as she circled his chair, admiring his physique. He worked hard to stay so chiseled. His biceps bulged and flexed as he shifted his hands behind him. His broad shoulders tapered perfectly to a trim, taut waist. His abs made a washboard look flabby, and his pecs stood out in sculpted perfection. Tiny brown nipples poked out from the fine brown hair sprinkled there.<br /><br />"What're you doing, darlin'," he asked, his aged-whiskey voice a rasp.<br /><br />"Looking my fill," she said, continuing her perusal. His thighs were hard and powerful, as was the muscle between them. His calves were strong, and even his feet were sexy. She unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it onto his lap, the fine silk a sensuous breath across his aroused flesh as it slithered to the floor.<br /><br />He started to sit up, to try to put his hands on her and she made a tsk sound. “Uh, uh, uh sweetheart,” she said. “Don’t make me tie your hands.” <br /><br />The man immediately settled back in his chair; his throbbing member the only part of him moving; bobbing with each breath. The woman chuckled and walked around behind him again; her high heels going click-click-click. She trailed her hands gently across his forearms teasing his fingertips with hers. He itched to put his hands on her, but didn’t want her restraining him. He cocked his head to listen for her breathing, but she was being very quiet. The woman walked around again, click-click-click, trailing her hand across his arm and down his chest. She stopped in front of him again and leaned in to press a light kiss to his lips, bracing her hands on his bare shoulders. When he tried to deepen the kiss, she pulled away, scratching her short nails across the soft hair covering his chest. He hissed her name and his head dropped back.<br /><br />The woman smiled to herself and unzipped her skirt, the noise loud in the otherwise quiet room. It made a soft thud as it pooled at her feet, and the man’s breathing hitched again. She tossed the skirt onto the man’s legs; the rough wool scratched him gently as it slid to the floor. She approached him again, straddled his thighs and sat on his lap, his erection pressing into her abdomen. She reached around to hug him, pressing her breasts into his chest and moaning a little at the tickle. She pressed open-mouthed kisses across his shoulder and neck, and bit his ear lobe, soothing the bite with her tongue. She wound her hands around his neck and mashed her mouth to his. She threaded her hands into his hair until she met the resistance of his hands. Grabbing his wrists, she brought his hands to her hips and allowed him to hold her. <br /><br />He raised her up, shifted beneath her, and brought her down roughly on top of him. She rolled her hips slowly, but he would have none of that. He grasped her firmly and raised and lowered her on his iron-hard shaft until he felt her start to tense. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, matching the rhythm of their lower bodies, and her grip tightened on him. A low moan started in the back of her throat, and he swallowed it, relishing its flavor. Of her own accord, the pace quickened her hands tight on his shoulders, her body rising and slamming onto him relentlessly. As her eyes rolled back and the first waves of orgasm hit her, Jon’s arms tightened around her, his legs tensed, and he tore his mouth from hers to scream her name.<br /><br />“God Rose!”<br /><br />She kissed him gently as they struggled to control their breathing.<br /><br />“Happy Birthday, baby,” she said.The Goddess Hathorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06001211619053692699noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1488502061047930414.post-37762023378045542882007-11-06T09:15:00.000-05:002007-12-05T08:37:50.041-05:00A dream come trueOk this is a bit longer then I intended it to be...but WTH. lol<br /><br /><br /><br /><img src="http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f332/lucia_r/JON%20BON%20JOVI/baby%20blue%20tee%20shirt/5552.jpg"><br /><br /><br /><br />I couldn’t believe I had FINALLY after being a fan for 20 plus years, scored front row center seats! I would have an unobstructed few of Jon for 2-½ hours. I didn’t know if I could survive it.<br /><br />Calling everyone I knew, I couldn’t find anyone who could or wanted to go with me. None of my friends in my home town, were Bon Jovi fans. But you would still think someone would want to go! I didn’t care, I’d just go alone. There was no chance in hell I was going to pass up this opportunity to see Jon that close up NO FUCKING WAY!<br /><br />So here I am in my seat waiting for the show to start. I struck up a conversation with a couple people sitting next to me, also “just older jovi fans” they couldn’t believe anyone would turn down going to a concert sitting front row center, even if they weren’t big fans.<br /><br />Oh my God! They’ve turned the lights down! I can hear the opening notes to It’s My Life! OH MY GOD THERE HE IS! I can’t believe I’m this close to him! God that man just oozes sex! The girl sitting next to me is screaming just as loud as me and hanging on to me. She keeps screaming in my ear. I wanna smack her. But then Jon makes his way to the front of the stage. There he is maybe 10 feet in front of me, and he’s looking at us and laughing, oh my god that smile of his, kill me now! Then he looks at me and says “Baby looks like your friend there is a little excited.” then walks off looking back at me over his shoulder and gives me a wink.<br /><br />HOLY SHIT! He spoke to me he fucking spoke to me! I couldn’t even tell you what the next song was, all I could focus on was him and the words he just said to me. That is until about half way thru the concert, during one of Richie’s solo’s Jon was back at the front of the stage. He had changed into the baby blue Tee I loved so much. I swear to God I needed to find a bus to jump in front of after this show so I could be sure I’d die a happy woman.<br /><br />He locked his eyes on mine. I froze I didn’t know what to do, I almost felt embarrassed, but I couldn’t look away. Then he started dancing, not his normal way of dancing, but really dancing moving his hips in a way that I’m sure drenched every panty in the place, I know mine were. Still watching me, and biting his lower lip, he starts to slip his hand under his shirt. Leaning back a bit he lifted his shirt up enough to show that unbelievable six pack of his, and just a glimsp of his baby smooth chest.<br /><br />My mouth dropped open. God I wanted to fuck him! I would ride that man like a roller coaster if I could just get the chance. I couldn’t help myself…my eyes travel the whole length of his body. From his gorgeous blue eyes to his skin tight jeans, I’ll say it again…God I wanna fuck him!<br />Eventually he moved to the side of the stage. The rest of the concert was incredible. When they said their final good bye to the crowd he smiled at me again and gave me another wink.<br /><br />As I was making my way out of the arena, a man came up to me and asked me to come with him. I hesitated not knowing who this man was or why he wanted me to go with him. He leaned closer to me, whispering in my ear he said. “Jon asked me to bring you backstage.” and when he moved away from me he flashed a laminated pass that said Access all areas.<br /><br />I was stunned. But not stunned enough to be stupid and not follow him. It was all a blur, even with the lights on, I couldn’t tell where we were going. Until we got to the backstage area. I could hear Richie laughing and talking with I assume the other guys off somewhere. I kept looking around to see if I recognized anyone, but didn’t. The man I was following led me into a room. He told me to make myself comfortable, that Jon would be here in a minute.<br /><br />My heart started pounding. <em>What would I say to him? What if I made an ass out of myself? Oh God I shouldn’t be here! I’m gonna do something stupid I just know it!</em> I thought about making a run for it, but I had no idea how to get out of here. Then I heard the door knob start turning. <em>Oh shit it’s too late he’s here! God please don’t let me make a fool of myself!</em><br /><br />He walked in took one look at me and laughed. “Relax baby…you look like you’ve just seen a ghost.” then he walked up to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I could feel my cheeks getting warm, but some how I managed to at least smile back at him. “What’s your name baby?”<br /><br />“I have no idea”<br /><br />Jon busted out laughing. “Believe it or not that’s a first…I’ve never had anyone tell me they didn’t know their name when I asked them.”<br /><br />God I probably sounded like an idiot to him. I managed to laugh a bit then tell him my name.<br />“Melissa.”<br /><br />“Well nice to meet you Melissa.” then hugging me he told me to just relax, he was just a normal guy from Jersey, I didn’t have to be nervous around him.<br /><br />“Did you drive here Melissa?”<br /><br />“Um…yea…why would you wanna know that?”<br /><br /><em>Who the fuck cares why he wants to know you dumb ass! Oh Jesus this is going to be a disaster!</em><br /><em></em><br />“Well…I was wondering if you’d like to go to a party? I can have security drive your car there, you can ride with me.”<br /><br />“A party? Um…yea sure…I’d love to” I was starting to feel a little more at ease.<br /><br />“Great” he said then walked over to the door and called somebody named Kevin into the room.<br /><br />“If you give Kevin the keys to your car and tell him where its parked, he’ll make sure it gets to the hotel.”<br /><br /><em>Hotel? Holy shit please tell me this isn’t a dream! </em>Digging in my pants pocket I pulled out my keys and handed them to Kevin. I told him what my license plate number was, and approximately where it was parked.<br /><br />Then Jon took my hand and Kevin led us from the room down a long hall and out to a waiting limo. The driver open the door for us and Jon motioned for me to get in first. This couldn’t all really be happening to me, I know any second now my alarm is going to go off.<br /><br />The limo pulls into the garage of the hotel. When we get out of the car, the hotel security escorts us into the hotel the back way. Jon takes my hand as we follow the them.<br /><br />Once in the hotel, we take the service elevator up for what seems like an eternity. Jon leads me down the hall we stop at a room that has double doors. Using the keycard, he unlocks the door and opens it for me. The suite is huge. I feel him come up behind me, brushing my hair off my shoulder, he places a small kiss on my neck “I hope you don’t mind a party of two?” I turn to face him and shake my head no. “Good”<br /><br />Still looking into my eyes, he starts to back away, “What would you like to drink?”<br /><br />“Anything is fine”<br /><br />“Ok…how ‘bout a nice red wine?”<br /><br />“Perfect”<br /><br />He pours two glasses and motions for me to take a seat on the sofa. I’m starting to feel nervous again. But I take a couple of big swings of wine and it eases my nerves a bit. We make a little small talk and Jon refills our glasses.<br /><br />As I’m finishing off the second glass of wine I feel him move close to me again. He’s kissing my neck again. Oh god his lips feel so soft on my skin. He stops to take the wine glass out of my hand and sit it on the table. Then he looks at me again, he frames my face with his hands and lightly kisses my lips.<br /><br />My heart feels like its going to pound right out of my chest. He slides his tongue across my lips, instinctively I part my lips and feel his tongue begin to dance with mine. <em>Oh Jesus I am not sitting here kissing Jon Bon Jovi this has to be a dream! </em><br /><br />He lays me back against the sofa, sliding his hand up my leg and under the hem of my skirt. He runs his fingers up the drenched crotch of my panties, then continues up till he reaches the waist band, sliding his hand inside. I can’t help but let out a small moan when his finger finds my swelling clit and begins to tease it. He breaks our kiss to look at me. “You like that baby” he asks me smiling then begins kissing my neck again.<br /><br />Suddenly he pulls his hand out, stands and reaches his hand out to me. Not saying a word I take his hand and he leads me to the bedroom. Moving in behind me he resumes kissing my neck while his hands begin to lift my shirt up. With my bra still on he cups my breasts and begins to massage them. I reach my hand back to thread my fingers in his hair and press his head harder on my neck.<br /><br />Sliding his hands back, he unhooks my bra. I lowered my arm to allow it to slide off of me and to the floor. Turning me to face him, he walks me back towards the bed kissing me. I pull at his tee shirt as I began to climb on to the bed, letting it fall from my fingers behind us.<br /><br />I could feel him reach behind me to unzip my skirt. I dragged my hands slowly down his chest till I reach the fly of his pants. Opening the button and zipper, I guess I was feeling bold, so I slipped my hand inside to grasp his hard cock, again having a hard time believing I was here and all of this was happening.<br /><br />Pushing me back down onto the bed as he slipped my skirt and panties off at the same time, I now lay there completely naked. He just gazed over my body, then slid his jeans off and joined me on the bed. Climbing up over me, he spread my legs apart with his and pressed his lips hard against mine, forcing my mouth open with his.<br /><br />He took my breast in his hand again, massaging it harder this time, teasing the nipple with his thumb. The muscles in his arms were flexed and I ran my hands over them. His skin was smooth as silk, the muscles beneath were hard and firm, as was his cock that he was now pressing against my moist folds.<br /><br />I gasp for air when he finally breaks our kiss. Taking one of my nipples in his mouth, I moan out again as I felt his teeth pulling at it. Pushing my legs up with his, he positioned himself at my entrance and thrust himself hard inside me.<br /><br />“Oh God yes!” I yelled out.<br /><br />I had fantasized about this for 20 plus years. Never really believing it would happen. But there was no doubt in my mind now that this was definitely not a dream. He increased the intensity with each thrust. Even grabbing my ass to pull me into him.<br /><br />I wanted to feel him as deep in me as I could. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him down into me again. “ You want it harder baby?”<br /><br />“Yes…Jon…please.” I plead.<br /><br />He sits back on his knees and pushes my legs up even farther, moving over me again, he balances himself with his hands on my thighs and starts to pound into me. The feel of his cock rubbing against my clit and his balls smacking up against me, makes me quiver. Jesus this is the most amazing sex I’ve ever had. I can’t control my screams any longer, with each thrust I cry out, each time a little louder then the last. I can see in his face my moaning and pleading for more is turning him on.<br /><br />“Touch yourself.” he orders me<br /><br />Not sure if I can do that, I pretend I don’t hear him, but then he takes my hand and places it at my curls. “Touch yourself baby…I wanna watch you” I hesitate yet still, but his stare makes it impossible to deny his request.<br /><br />Moving my hand lower I slide a finger down and begin to massage my quivering drenched clit. The combination of his cock and my finger on my clit is more then I can bear. My hips jerk up to meet his thrust as I feel my orgasm take over. I’ve never had such an intense orgasm as this one. I cry his name out cursing as I get lost in ecstasy.<br /><br />Soon I feel him tensing up and thrusting harder into me I know he’s about to cum. Wrapping my hand around his cock, I stroke it as he continues to pump in and out. Then with one final thrust…he releases himself.<br /><br />Panting, he lays down on top of me. Kissing my shoulder he rolls over onto his side, taking me with him. We laid that way for a while. Then I suddenly remembered that had given my car keys to Kevin back at the venue. Propping myself up on my elbow, Jon turned his head slightly to look at me.<br /><br />“What’s wrong baby?”<br /><br />“Um…my keys…how do I get those back?”<br /><br />Laughing he answers saying my keys are safe with Kevin, he just had to call him, and Kevin would bring them to us. “I hope you’re not ready to leave yet though baby…I was hoping we could have at least one more round before you had to go” he said smiling wickedly at me.<br />Laying my head back down on his chest, I assured him I was in no way ready to leave.jonsguttergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07183838367842897003noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1488502061047930414.post-34896506771246819732007-11-03T00:54:00.000-04:002007-12-05T08:37:28.390-05:00Waiting<a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x218/norwichliz/waitingimpatiently.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />She knew she was in trouble. She was late. He hated waiting at the best of times, but today had been a bad day on a number of fronts for him.<br /><br />They had run into an accident on the highway, causing a traffic jam on the way to Philly, which had made them late for the game. Of course they had been late leaving the house because she couldn’t find one of her favorite boots – until she remembered the last time she had worn them. He had been impatient to undress her and had pitched them over his head and across the room. She had found it behind a chair next to the dresser.<br /><br />When they got to the arena they were informed that their star jack linebacker was down with the flu. Then halfway through the first quarter a wide receiver got hit hard and had to be helped off the field. Luckily it looked like it was only a pulled muscle, but he was out for the rest of the game. Needless to say the Soul lost the game which didn’t help his mood. He didn’t even eat any of the food that the caterers had brought to the box.<br /><br />Feeling sorry for him she tried to think of some way to make him feel better. Heading up to his office she found the privacy she was looking for to put her plan into motion. A couple of the calls took longer than she expected, and that’s why she was once again late.<br /><br />Running down the steps her eyes scanned the arena searching for him. She knew he wouldn’t leave the building without her – he was very protective. Finally she spotted him on the field leaning against the boards, his coat slung over one shoulder, arms crossed and, as she expected, a very annoyed look on his face.<br /><br />“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” She apologized breathlessly as she approached him.<br /><br />Pushing away from the boards he just grunted and slid his arms into the sleeves of his coat. “Can we go now?”<br /><br />She nodded, pressing her lips together to hold back a smile. He really was cranky! Since he had team meetings the next day they were staying in Philly tonight in a suite at a nearby hotel that the team kept on game nights for situations just like this.<br /><br />He didn’t say a word the whole trip to the hotel and up to the room with exception of thanking the desk clerk for the key. He didn’t notice the clerk nodding at her indicating that everything was in order as she had requested.<br /><br />Walking into the suite he took off his coat and threw it in a chair before plopping down on the couch with a sigh.<br /><br />After hanging up his coat and her own she walked over to the trolley that had been set up in a corner. Picking up the bottle of wine she poured and glass and took it to him.<br /><br />Looking up when the glass appeared in front of him he took it. “Thanks.”<br />“Are you hungry?” She asked quietly. He shook his head.<br /><br />Knowing he was just being sullen and stubborn, she walked back to the trolley and lifted the lids off the plates that were waiting, still hot. Making up his plate with poppers, wings and a steak sandwich from Chickie & Pete’s she took it to him. “Are you sure?”<br /><br />She could hear his stomach growling when the aroma hit his nose. Smiling in spite of himself he took the plate she offered. “How did you manage this?”<br /><br />“That’s why I was late meeting you after the game. You’ve had such a rotten day that I thought I’d try to make you feel better – especially since I’m the one that made us late in the first place…sort of.” She smiled. “And after dinner I’ll give you a back rub and we can watch The Godfather – in whichever order you want.”<br /><br />Grinning, he took a big bite of his sandwich and settled in to enjoy his meal. Sitting beside him with her grilled chicken salad, she watched him almost wolf down his food.<br /><br />“Hey babe, slow down. We’ve got all night, and you’ll enjoy it more without indigestion.” She chuckled.<br /><br />Shoving the last bite in his mouth, he stood, grabbed his glass and the bottle with one hand and headed for the bedroom pulling his shirt off as he went. “Are you coming?” He called.<br /><br /> Grinning, she finished her salad and followed him. Entering the bedroom she found him sprawled naked facedown on the bed. “I take it that you want your back rub first.” She observed. He nodded. She started to climb up on the bed, but he stopped her. “Nu huh. No clothes allowed on this bed tonight.”<br /><br /> Obliging, she stripped and climbed on the bed. Straddling his hips she began kneading his tight muscles starting at his shoulders and moving to his waist, lingering over the spots that she knew gave him the most trouble, smiling when he groaned in response. “There? Is that the spot? Does that feel good?”<br /><br />“Mmmm, baby you have magic hands. That feels wonderful.” Moving suddenly, he reached behind him, grabbed her and flipped her onto her back, carefully laying on top of her. Nudging her legs apart with one of his own, he thrust two fingers inside her, smiling at the knowledge that touching him had aroused her. “And so does this.”<br /><br />“Oh my God! Jon!” She gasped, amazed as always how quickly he could drive her insane. Framing his face with her hands, she pulled him down to capture his mouth. “Jon, now, please!”<br /><br />Replacing his fingers with his hard shaft, he thrust deep, groaning at the feel of her walls closing around him. Moving slowly at first, then faster, deeper, harder he drove her over the edge, following quickly as she squeezed him tight.<br />Rolling onto his back he cradled her in his arms, and reached for the remote. Turning on the movie, he picked up his wine glass and sipped, offering the glass to her.<br /><br />Taking a sip she gazed up at him. “Feel better?<br /><br />He grinned. “Baby, if this is what I have to look forward to, you can make us late anytime!”Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1488502061047930414.post-70422899379257892202007-10-21T22:36:00.002-04:002008-10-07T09:38:06.004-04:00Pobrecito...<p align=center><img src="http://lh6.google.com/TheGoddessHathor/Rxvon86PTwI/AAAAAAAAJKQ/zxk8Yrpfw3Y/s400/db_125.jpg" /></p><br /><br /><i>I don't know why I bother. Hijo de puta, they all come around here for the "DD" as they call them. Jesus, there are others of us up on that stage. Nobody seems to give a shit. But, boss says we come back here and chill, so here I am. I don't have to like it, though.<br /><br />Look, there's another one. She's looking around like she's lost. I'l bet my left cojone that she's looking for Richie. She looks like she's a Dark Side girl. Dammit, she's hot, too. Fuck this, I'm outta here.</i><br /><br />Tico got up from where he had thrown himself to the couch, and ripped off his tie. He was jamming it into his pocket as he made his way past the beautiful woman. He was shaking his head as he shouldered his way past her. She was petite, small even next to his own height. Her black hair swung down to her waist in a dark curtain, and her hazel eyes sparkled in the dim light. They were fringed with thick, rich lashes and her lips were full and pouty. Tico shook his head again as he passed.<br /><br />The woman put a delicate hand on his arm as he passed. "Leaving already?" she asked him in a husky voice that left him thinking of stolen kisses in dark corners.<br /><br />"Yeah," he replied distractedly, "this isn't fun anymore."<br /><br />She pouted prettily. "Too bad," she said, and turned away, her shoulders drooping.<br /><br />Tico watched her walk away. He looked in admiration at the way the short black dress she wore clung to her curves. He stared in amazement at the three inch heels the woman wore. She must really be tiny. His pulse kicked up a notch. <br /><br /><em>What the hell just happened? Was she really looking for me? Or is that just a line?</em><br /><br />Tico watched as she settled in at the bar, and ordered a margarita. She sipped at it, looking around the room, and settling her eyes on him. She turned away, and said something to the bartender, who nodded and walked away. Tico saw Richie notice the woman, and make his way over. "Mierde," he said. Women couldn't seem to resist Richie or Jon.<br /><br />He watched in amazement as Richie said something to the woman, and all he got was a tired smile and a shrug. Richie looked at her like she was crazy, and said something else to her. It must have been the wrong thing because the woman turned her back on him and got off her stool. Richie put his hand on the woman's arm, and she gave him a look that would have crumbled less secure men. Richie shrugged and walked away.<br /><br />The woman looked at Tico and toasted him with her glass before getting back on her stool.<br /><br /><i>Holy shit! If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have belevied it. She turned him down flat. I'm not gonna let him forget that. She did give me that look. Maybe I should go and talk to her.</i><br /><br />"Hello," Tico said to her, leaning an elbow on the bar. "Everything alright over here?"<br /><br />"It is now," she said shyly. She turned to Tico and held out her hand. "I'm Marissa," she said.<br /><br />Tico took her hand and pressed a gallant kiss on her knuckles. "It is a pleasure to meet you, querida," he said, not releasing her.<br /><br />"Likewise," Marissa said. "I thought you were leaving?" she asked.<br /><br />"I changed my mind," Tico said. "Or, should I say, <strong>you</strong> changed my mind."<br /><br />Marissa laughed softly. "I'm glad," she said. "I was hoping you would stay. I was hoping to meet you." She was blushing prettily, and combing her hair back from her face with the hand that Tico wasn't holding.<br /><br />Tico drew her back to the corner where he had flung himself earlier. Marissa settled in next to him, and they got acquainted. From the corner of his eye, he saw Richie looking at them. It was petty, but he felt some measure of satisfaction that this beautiful creature preferred his company.<br /><br />After a long while, they noticed there were very few people left in the room. Marissa said it first. "Well, I guess the evening is just about over, yes?"<br /><br />"It doesn't have to be," Tico said, before he could stop himself. He watched as Marissa's hazel eyes changed color, deepening to the color of jade.<br /><br />"What did you have in mind?" she asked him, her small, pink tongue darting out to daintily lick her lips.<br /><br />By way of answer, Tico leaned in slowly and touched his lips to hers. At the brief contact, Marissa sighed, encouraging Tico to deepen the kiss. He lifted a hand to the side of her head, and threaded his fingers into her hair. It felt like silk, and he could feel himself getting hard. As he traced Marissa's lips with his tongue, he shifted on the couch, trying to shift things around, and Marissa chuckled low in her chest, making his pants tighter.<br /><br />"Querida, I think you know exactly what I have in mind," Tico said, breaking the kiss.<br /><br />Marissa laughed. "I surely do." She dropped a kiss on his cheek. "And I surely would," she said.<br /><br />Tico stood and pulled Marissa up from the couch, wrapped his arms around her and kissed her thoroughly. When they came up for air, they noticed that they were alone. With a question in his dark eyes, he put his hands on Marissa's shoulders. Not breaking eye contact, she turned so her back, and the dress' zipper, was facing Tico. With a hard swallow, he started to ease down the zipper, exposing her spine. He kissed his way from neck to waist as he lowered the fastener -- she wasn't wearing a bra. When he got to her waist, he peeled the dress from her shoulders, letting it pool to her feet. She stood there in a g-string, garter belt, and stockings, and those high-heeled shoes. <br /><br />A noise at the door had Marissa squeaking and hiding behind Tico. T quickly slipped off his jacket and passed it behind him for her to take as Richie strode into the room, cell phone stuck to his ear. He stopped when he saw the commotion in the back corner, and with a knowing smile, backed out of the room.<br /><br />Tico turned to Marissa. "Sorry about that --" before he could finish, Marissa latched onto him and kissed him like there was no tomorrow. He could feel her heart racing, and her skin was beautifully flushed. Tico groaned and pulled her up hard against him, grinding into her. Marissa fumbled with his belt and unfastened his pants, reaching in to grab him, and squeezed him gently. Tico moaned and his head dropped back for a moment before locking his gaze on Marissa's. He pulled roughly on her g-string, snapping the delicate threads that held it together. Tico slid a hand into her curls, growling when he felt her liquid heat. <br /><br />Marissa grabbed onto Tico's shoulders with both hands her legs shaking. He backed her up until the backs of her thighs hit the couch, and she was forced to sit. Tico sank to his knees in front of her, and kissed her neck tenderly, trailing kisses down the side of her neck, over her collarbone, and onto one breast. He gently swirled his tongue around her peak and suckled it, making Marissa gasp. He kissed his way across her narrow chest to the other peak, laving it until it too stood at attention. While his mouth was gently torturing her breasts, his hands were busy working her pussy, one massaging her clit while fingers on the other slid in and out of her slowly.<br /><br />Marissa's head was thrashing back and forth, and her breath was coming in great gulps. Tico kissed his way down over her flat stomach, and blew gently on her heated woman's flesh. Marissa arched from the couch, Tico's name on her lips. He just smiled and worked his way down her, letting his tongue replace his thrusting fingers. He tongue-fucked her until he felt her tensing around him, then he latched onto her clit and sucked roughly. Marissa screamed and tried to leap from the couch, but couldn't move because Tico was pinning her to the couch. When the tremors stopped, Tico stood and removed his pants. Marissa turned on the couch so she was reclining down its length. He climbed up in between her shaking thighs, and eased into her. She was still convulsing a little, and those tremors nearly sent him over the edge. Instead, he gritted his teeth, and waited until Marissa started to relax, then he moved slowly over her. She reached up to unbutton his shirt, but couldn't reach the higher buttons. Tico helped her out by levering up on his knees, tearing open the shirt, and dropping his hands back down alongside her head in one fluid motion.<br /><br />Marissa played her hands over his tight, tanned skin, savoring the rough feel of the hair under her fingertips. Her clever fingers found his nipples, and rolled them as he started moving faster. Marissa linked her ankles around Tico's back as he stroked harder into her; their bodies slapping together noisily. She grabbed fistsful of his shirt and pulled him down on top of her, savoring his weight on her, and kissing him deeply. She broke the kiss only to moan that she was coming again, and Tico drove harder into her until he too went over the edge, shouting her name.<br /><br />They managed with some difficulty and much giggling to shift positions so that Marissa was laying on top of him. When their heartbeats returned to normal, Tico kissed her temple gently. "I'm glad I stayed," he said, stroking her arm lazily.<br /><br />"Me too," Marissa said, kissing his chest.The Goddess Hathorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06001211619053692699noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1488502061047930414.post-23297159929212093332007-10-05T16:57:00.000-04:002008-10-07T09:38:06.006-04:00Angry Baby<span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"><em>... By Hathor</span></em><br /><p align=center><img src="http://lh4.google.com/TheGoddessHathor/Rh_GtX6fXnI/AAAAAAAAAZo/w8VA0lSkdXY/s800/MTV5.jpg" /></p><br /><br />Oooh, he looked angry.<br /><br />He told me to stay away, but I just <strong><em>couldn’t</em></strong>. I had to see him, and this was the only way I could. He said he can’t concentrate when I’m around, which suits me just fine, but he’s been working so damned much where he needs to “concentrate” that well, shit, I miss him. SO, I didn’t tell him I was coming to the show tonight, I just came. <br /><br />And now he looks angry, I mean look at that frown. But I know that’s just – yeah, there it is – that million dollar smile. Sigh. God, he’s beautiful. Shit, I don’t even notice that there’s anyone else up on that stage. All I see is the wingman; the tall, dark, brooding, glorious wingman.<br /><br />They’re nearly through their set, and I’m getting hot. I know what he’s like after a show – like a wild animal. All the energy and adrenaline and screaming fans just turn on something in him; something primal and basic that explodes from him in a passion storm that is so fierce it’s almost scary. Some of our best, most intense, most satisfying fucking was done after a show. <br /><br />They’re doing Wanted now, which is my ALL time favorite song. I mean the guitar riffs in this song are powerful, and the faces he makes when he plays, well, let’s just say they’re faces of ecstasy, and I know this first hand. And when he and Jon do this song right? Well, there isn’t a dry panty to be found in the audience. It’s right tonight.<br /><br />The guys just made their final bows, and this place is going NUTS! I have <strong>got</strong> to get backstage. I want to be there when he hits the dressing rooms. I shoulder my way to the front of the throng of people trying to get backstage. The security people see me coming and pull me through, making the rest of the women really pissed off. I flash a sassy smile over my shoulder and follow Mickey down the hall to the dressing room. I’m too late; they’re already back there with some friends, pacing and high-fiving and laughing and drinking. The music is blaring so loud, nobody hears me come in. Alec saw me, though, and roughly elbowed Richie, who was standing next to him. Richie looked at me, scowling, and turned away.<br /><br />So, he’s gonna play that game, is he? I took of my short black jacket, revealing a tight black cropped tank. It’s quite obvious I’m not wearing a bra. I’m all in black tonight, down to my well-worn boots. My hair is jet black, and cut in a bob that swings sexily around my face. Black is a good color for me, seeing as how I have fair skin. I take great pains to stay un-tanned, though that isn’t the popular style, and I vehemently resisted the big hair. The black on white look works for me, and I <strong>know</strong> it works for him. He’s playing the ignore-me game though, and two can play that. <br /><br />I checked my lipstick in my compact, and turned to smile at Tico and David. “So, guys, you were great tonight.” I wound a hand around Tico’s arm, and he just raised an eyebrow at me. <br /><br />“Thanks, sweetheart,” he said, leaning down to kiss me briefly on the lips. “I didn’t know you were coming tonight.” That was his polite way of asking me what the hell I was doing there.<br /><br />“Well, I had this crazy idea that I wanted to spend time with a certain guitarist,” I stole a glance at Richie, and he was sneaking looks at me and scowling at Tico’s arm around my waist. Good. “But, apparently he doesn’t reciprocate. ‘Salright, though, I can hang out with you guys still, right?”<br /><br />David pulled me in for a tight hug and nuzzled my neck, knowing it would make Richie crazy. “Absolutely! Let’s get you something to drink.”<br /><br />We went over and got a few beers, and made our way to one of the couches, where we sat closely together and just hung out, talking and laughing together. Tico was a big brother to me, and he treated me with nothing but respect. David? Well, you never quite knew with him if the flirting was real or play. I’ve known them for so long that it didn’t matter to me. I thought of them both as brothers actually, and they knew that. Richie was a jealous man, however, and he didn’t believe that the flirting was nothing to worry about. Especially since one or the other of them was always touching me, and David wouldn’t stop staring at my rack. It took Richie all of a minute to come and talk to me.<br /><br />“Hey,” he said, a dangerous gleam in his eyes.<br /><br />“Hey yourself,” I said, taking a swig of my beer and offering him the bottle. He took it from me and downed the rest of it in one long swallow, never once taking his eyes from mine. “Good show tonight,” I said.<br /><br />Richie nodded and took in David’s hand on my knee and Tico’s arm around my shoulders, and his eyes darkened. “What’re you guys up to?” His voice was hard, and he just looked so angry at the three of us, I almost laughed. Jesus, he should know by now there’s nobody else for me but him. I kinda like that he thinks that other guys are interested in me, though. It’s a bit flattering. <br /><br />Tico, seeing the burn behind his friend’s eyes, leaned in to whisper to me, “Watch it, Bree.” I laughed like he said something incredibly witty, and looked back at Richie. <br /><br />“I’m just sitting here, enjoying myself while you figured out if you wanted to talk to me or not,” I said. I’m not one to back down from anything, least of all him. I gave him a slow once-over, and knew the answer to my question even before I asked it. “What’re you up to?”<br /><br />Richie just looked at me. He held out a hand, still a steel glint in his beautiful brown eyes, and I looked at Dave and Tico and said, “Guess playtime’s over, boys,” as I took the offering.<br /><br />David cracked, “I think playtime’s just starting, Bree.” He and Tico brayed like donkeys over that one.<br /><br />Shaking my head, I let Richie lead me to and through a door at the back of the room. He locked it behind him, and hauled me into him. He spun me to the door and pressed me against it, kissing me fiercely. His hands were locked on either side of my face and I was gripping his wrists for all I was worth. He tilted my head to allow his tongue to dive deeper into my mouth.<br /><br />He dropped one hand from my face to my chest, kneading one breast roughly. I arched into him, moaning into his mouth. Richie broke the kiss to tear my tank up and over my head, dropping it behind him. I took the hat from him and flung it in the general direction of the table in the corner. Threading my hands into his hair, I pulled his mouth to mine again, while his hands played and plucked at my nipples, making them bead up. <br /><br />I worked the buttons of his shirt as best I could, thankful he only fastened a couple of them. When I got too frustrated, Richie helped by tearing the shirt open, and I scratched my nails roughly across his chest. I slid my hands around to his back, and pulled, forcing him to abandon the sweet torture and press hard into me. I savored the feel of his warm, slightly sweaty skin pressed against mine. Richie let me have my way for a minute, then pulled away from me a little.<br /><br />He lowered his head to take first one nipple then the other into his mouth. I moaned loudly, and heard a laugh from the other side of the door. Shit, they were probably standing around out there listening. They’re assholes that way. Richie pounded a fist on the door, and growled “beat it” seconds before he yanked at the button of my jeans. He lowered them just enough to snake a hand inside, and thrust a finger into me, ramming me with it as I was pressed up against the door. <br /><br />I pulled at his pants, shoving them down as far as I could reach, and grabbed onto him with both hands and worked him fiercely. He started that low growl at the back of his throat, and I knew that he was getting close to losing control. He pulled himself from me, and pressed a hand against my chest, pinning me to the door as he pulled my jeans all the way down and off of me. He kissed his way down my body; wet, sloppy, open-mouthed kisses that were so wildly erotic that I nearly came. He none too gently forced my legs open, and spread my woman’s lips, exposing me to his view. When I thought he’d attack, he just licked gently and teasingly, and I felt the waves coming up fast. <br /><br />I pushed my hands into his hair and moaned his name. I felt his smile a second before he pulled away, leaving me panting. He grabbed my waist, and pulled me down to him, deftly rolling me beneath him. I could feel his steel-hard cock pressing against my thigh, and I moved a little so he’d be positioned right where I wanted him. That little movement broke whatever hold Richie held on his control. He knelt up, spread my legs as wide as they’d go, and plowed into me. He had my knees practically up at my ears, and he just pounded away, fast, hard, and furious. His hands were so tight on my ankles, I thought for sure he’d crush the delicate bones there, but he didn’t. <br /><br />When the orgasm hit, it was blindingly strong. The room tilted, my vision dimmed, and there was a roaring in my head that drowned out the sound of Richie calling my name as he emptied into me. He pumped until there was nothing left, and dropped on top of me, crushing me to the floor, and kissing me hard before rolling us so I lay atop him. We lay like that a long time, not talking.<br /><br />When our breathing finally evened out, I looked at him. “Are you angry, baby?” I asked softly.<br /><br />Richie just smiled at me and rolled us so he was on top of me again. “Nah,” he said, and started to kiss his way down my body once more.The Goddess Hathorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06001211619053692699noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1488502061047930414.post-78429443657849846992007-10-03T08:52:00.000-04:002008-12-10T03:34:28.452-05:00Trouble<span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"><em>... by stephanie</em></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidf273OfF4WeU_SBSUO7KQeN_h7hJJOuxYHXaIi9ILk2aULhe8zGNdHdXKZ4R-1GSbBAlasJvdAalRaoRkuy0wEqeEP1fgiWRYhw6kXj3Yq4v6m_pSeA65cyhz4w6DVF0YqolncGaDReUp/s1600-h/jbj-dark.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117093081170642434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidf273OfF4WeU_SBSUO7KQeN_h7hJJOuxYHXaIi9ILk2aULhe8zGNdHdXKZ4R-1GSbBAlasJvdAalRaoRkuy0wEqeEP1fgiWRYhw6kXj3Yq4v6m_pSeA65cyhz4w6DVF0YqolncGaDReUp/s320/jbj-dark.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Oh God, I just looked at the clock. I am in so much trouble. Jon is going to be back soon and I haven’t done a damn thing today. Not one thing. He is going to be so mad at me. I finally managed to tear myself away from the computer and looked around our room. It was a shambles. The bed was still unmade, our clothes were strewn about from the night before. He is gonna kill me. I quickly made the bed and picked up the clothes, but then I remembered the living room. <em>Shit, we left a mess there last night too</em>. I hadn’t meant to let everything go, but all the damn fan fics that I read kept me occupied all freakin’ day. The time had slipped away and I didn't even realize it.<br /><br />Normally when Jon got back the house was in order, I would have a special dinner ready and I always met him at the door with a kiss. When he walked in the door I met him with my usual kiss but found it hard to look him in the eye. “Hey darlin’ I missed you. How was your day?” I kept my head down, I couldn’t look at him. He raised my chin with his fingers and searched my face. There was a tear in my eye. “What’s wrong baby, what did you do?” I finally met his eyes and could only shake my head. “I didn’t do anything.” He looked at me questioningly, "I don't understand. If you didn’t do anything, why the tears?” I sighed, “I didn’t get anything done today. Your special dinner isn’t ready, the living room is still a mess from last night, nothing is taken care of.” He looked over at me with a slight gleam in his eye, he knew where I was going with this and he was playing right along. “So you were very naughty today were you?” I hung my head in supposed shame, trying not to smile. I love this game. “I’m sorry.”<br /><br />He looked at me, his most stern expression on his face, “well sorry ain’t gonna cut it today. You need to be punished for your misbehavior young lady.” I nodded my head and looked up at him. His blue eyes were blazing with lust. He was into it too. “Come here.” He tugged me into the dining room and pulled out one of the straight-back chairs and sat down. He watched me and waited. “Well?” I took a tentative step toward him. “If you take your punishment like a good girl, you’ll get a reward after.” I love his “rewards” so I didn’t hesitate. I moved closer to him, letting him pull me across his lap. Lying across him like that I could feel his erection pressing against me. I couldn’t help but smile, he liked this game too.<br /><br />Flipping up my skirt (at least I had managed to get dressed today) he ran his hand lightly over my bare ass. He was glad to see I wasn’t wearing any panties. He dipped his fingers down to my slit, I was drenched already. He let out a low groan; he was getting more turned on by the second. “Ready?” he asked. I could only nod my head, “yea.” He rubbed his had across my cheeks once more, “you count them for me.” “Okay” and I held my breath and waited.<br /><br /><em>Smack</em><br /><br />His hand came down hard, but not too hard, and he waited.<br /><br />“One” I finally remembered to say as I sucked in a breath.<br /><br /><em>Smack</em><br /><br />Again, hard but not too hard and he caressed me again. I could feel myself getting wetter with each smack. “Two.”<br /><br />He stopped and stroked in between the smacks and was making me squirm on his lap. I thought I was going to die before he got to twenty. When he finished he helped me up, there were tears trailing down my cheeks and I rubbed my sore ass. He smiled at me, “Nicely done. Now you get your reward.” He leaned me over and I grasped the edge of the table. I heard the rasp of his zipper and felt him move up behind me. I could hardly stand still I wanted him so bad. With one thrust he was balls deep in me, I was so ready for him I convulsed around him after just that one stroke. He pulled out and slammed back into me. I couldn’t take it, I came with a scream causing him to shudder and groan as he came deep in me. Jon leaned over me, kissing my shoulder and up to me ear.<br /><br />His breath was warm at my ear, “are you going to be a good girl from now on?” I looked over my shoulder at him; he could see the devil lurking in my eyes.<br /><br />“Not on your life.”</div>Queeniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14400635275075265985noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1488502061047930414.post-46049890797479621712007-09-24T10:11:00.000-04:002007-12-05T08:37:09.107-05:00Private Dancer<em><span style="font-size:85%;">by jonsguttergirl</span></em><br /><br /><br /><br /><img src="http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f332/lucia_r/Jonny_sweaty2.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><br />It was coming to the part of the show that he was going to singing Bed of Roses. He needed to scoap out what female fan would get the honor of dancing with him. He turned his head slightly to check out his choices in the fan pit. Normally he would just pull the closest girl out. But tonight, he was in the mood for a little private dancing backstage in his dressing room. He spotted her almost immediately.<br /><br />She was gorgeous. Long black hair, nice curvy body and a great rack. She looked Italian, even better. As Richie's guitar riffs started. He made eye contact with her. Giving her that lustful look he had perfected so well that even a nun would need a panty change. As he sang the song he slowly made his way to her side of the stage, as Richie's guitar started to scream its solo, he held his hand out to her.<br /><br />Her eye's almost popped out of her head. She couldn't believe he had picked her to dance with him. She was frozen. He dropped his and she thought she had blown her chance to dance with him, but then she felt him take her hand giving her a little tug. Before she knew what was happening she felt his arms wrap around her waist and rest lightly at the top of her ass.<br /><br />"What's your name baby?" He said in her ear.<br /><br />"Um...Carina...oh my god...I can't believe I'm dancing with you....I've love you guys for so long!"<br /><br />"Well I appreciate that Carina...that's a beautiful name."<br /><br />As quick as it began...it was over. He pulled away from her, but framed her face with his hands and kissed her, letting just a taste of his tongue invade her mouth.<br /><br />Jon looked at the security guy working the fan pit and gave him the signal. Richie saw this and just laughed knowing full well what that signal meant.<br /><br />She had only been standing back in the fan pit a few mins when a member of the security game and motioned for her to follow him. He led her backstage and into a private dressing room. She gave him a confused look. "Jon asked me to bring you back here" was all he said before shutting the door behind him.<br /><br />A short time later...the door opened again. Carina turned to see who it was. It was him, fresh off the stage, dripping in sweat.<br /><br />"Well hello there beautiful...did you enjoy the show?" he asked her as he flashed that brilliant smile of his.<br /><br />Swallowing hard she managed to squeek out a "Yes"<br /><br />"Good" he said as he started to peal off his sweaty shirt. He heard her suck in her breath.<br /><br />"How you'd like to dance with me again? A more private dance though this time?" he continued as he very obviously scanned her from head to toe. "I need to jump in the shower though...I could use some help washing my back." he said smiling lustfully at her<br /><br />Taking her hand again he lead her behind him to the bathroom. Closing the door he backed her up against it. Bringing his mouth to hers his tongue fully invading her mouth this time. He could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Slipping his hands under the hem of her skirt, he pushed it up. Sliding his hand between her legs, he could feel the moistness that had already drenched the crotch of her panties. She let out a low moan.<br /><br />Breaking their kiss he watched her as he slipped his hand under the waist of her drenched panties till his fingers were surrounded by her curls. "Oh god." she whispered.<br /><br />"Does that feel good baby?" he asked as he sunk a finger deep inside her. She could only answer him with panting. Removing his finger, he sucked it into his mouth. The whole while never taking his eyes off her.<br /><br />As he continued to tease her, he removed her clothing. First her panties, then her skirt, finally he pulled both her bra and shirt off at the same time. Backing away from her he removed his pants, letting them drop to the floor and stepped out of them. Turning the water on in the shower, he got it to the perfect temperature and turned back to her. "You gonna join me?" he asked as he stepped in to the shower.<br /><br />Mesmorized by he stare she walked towards him without even knowing she was. Pulling her into the stall with him, he backed her up against the wall again, attacking her neck with his mouth, while his hands molested her breasts. "Stroke me baby." He said in a low husky voice then moved her hand to his hardened cock.<br /><br />She felt like she was having an out of body experience, she couldn't believe she was standing naked in a shower, with Jon Bon Jovi's hard cock in her hands.<br /><br />Spreading her legs open with his, he lifted her up, instictively her legs wrapped around his waist.<br /><br />"Put it in you!" he ordered and she complied, letting out a moan as she felt him sink deep inside her pussy. He began to thrust himself hard inside her as he gripped her ass and pulled her into him. Her moans increased but were still low. He wanted to hear her scream so he picked up his pace and pulled her harder into him.<br /><br />She tried to stifle her moans but she couldn't she yelled louder with each hard thrust she felt. "Thats it baby...thats what I want to hear." He felt her walls constricting on his rock hard cock. He could feel his own release building the tighter they constricted. In one last hard thrust, he spilled himself inside her.<br /><br />Letting his breathing return to normal, he kissed her again and brushed the hair from her face. She was drenched in sweat now. "Looks like we both need a shower now huh baby."jonsguttergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07183838367842897003noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1488502061047930414.post-8153806219822804432007-09-16T11:17:00.001-04:002008-10-07T09:38:06.008-04:00To The Rescue<span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"><em>... By Hathor</span></em><br /><p align="center"><img src="http://lh6.google.com/TheGoddessHathor/RsUFsYvXIPI/AAAAAAAADKs/hRYo3lSbw-w/s800/photo10.jpg" /></p><br /><br />She was nursing a broken heart. Again. A girl’s childhood sweetheart isn’t supposed to break her heart – at least not twice in one lifetime. She was sitting by the window in a small, dark bar, nursing her fourth or maybe fifth glass of wine; she’d lost track. She just knew it wasn’t helping. She was getting tired of the stares she was getting from people; like they’d never seen a 34-year old woman leak tears from eyes so deep a blue they put the Texas sky to shame.<br /><br />With a sigh, she dug her sunglasses out of her purse and put them on. Better they all think that she thinks she’s a Somebody than endure their pity any longer. The tinted lenses made everything darker, which suited her mood just fine. With a “Fuck it,” she downed the rest of her wine and signaled for another. She stared out the window sightlessly, waiting for her glass of the grape.<br /><br />“Here you go,” an unnervingly familiar male voice said next to her. It was smooth as Kentucky bourbon. What the hell? Up until now, her server was a woman.<br /><br />She answered him without turning around, saying, “Thanks,” not wanting to engage in conversation with anyone. She just wanted to be left alone.<br /><br />“May I join you, darlin’?” the voice asked.<br /><br />Just about the last thing she wanted was to be picked up at this bar. With an impatient sigh and a stinging retort on the tip of her tongue, she turned, ripping off her sunglasses. “Look, pal, I don’t need --”<br /><br />Whatever words she was going to say dried up as she saw who was talking to her. “Holy hell,” she said on a whisper. Maybe getting picked up in a bar wasn’t such a bad thing after all.<br /><br />He just chuckled at her. “My ego will take that as a yes,” he said, and plopped down in the chair across from her. He leaned his chin on a strong hand, bracing his arm on the table and gazing into her face. “Beautiful, you shouldn’t be sitting here all alone, not to mention all alone and crying.”<br /><br />Richie had been watching her from the other side of the bar, where he deciding whether or not to play a few songs on the makeshift stage set up back there. The owner of the place was a good friend, and when Richie was in town, he’d stop in for a few beers and to unwind a little. Tonight, he noticed this beautiful creature come in and proceed to try to drown herself in a very nice wine. He didn’t realize she’d been crying, though.<br /><br />He sighed. He couldn’t help himself; he had to go talk to her. Everyone knew he was a sucker for a pretty woman, but this particular pretty woman in distress spoke to him somehow. He just wanted to wrap himself around her and hold her until she smiled. Then he wanted to do other things to her.<br /><br />“Yeah, well,” she said, not sure where she was going with her statement. She had been unable to tear her gaze away from those soft brown eyes and tousled brown hair. He was dressed in black, his jeans and long-sleeved tee fitting him like a second skin. For lack of something else to do she picked up her glass and drank greedily from it.<br /><br />“I don’t usually drive women to drink,” he said with a smile.<br /><br />“Where do you usually drive them to?” she asked before she could stop herself.<br /><br />“Anyplace they wanna go,” he said with a leer. “Now, darlin’, tell me what’s set those gorgeous blue eyes to leakin’?”<br /><br />She shook her head. “Nothing you wanna hear about.”<br /><br />“Try me,” he said. So, she told him the abridged version of her tale, all the while watching his face for signs of the pity she’d come to despise. She saw none. Their conversation turned to other things and she soon found herself laughing at his stories and genuinely enjoying herself. When Richie smiled at her, she thought her heart was going to stop. “Darlin’,” he said, his eyes scanning her face, “That’s the way you should be looking. You’ve got a beautiful smile.”<br /><br />She blushed and whispered, “thank you,” all too aware of the way he was looking at her. She looked down at her now empty glass and twisted its stem in her fingers. Richie reached across to still her hands, and the warm soft feel of them nearly made her sigh. She looked up at him again, and saw interest flickering behind those chocolate pools. He sharpened his gaze on her and she felt a flood of heat rush through her.<br /><br />Without breaking eye contact, and without releasing her hands, Richie slowly slid his chair next to hers. He leaned in and kissed her gently, testing the waters. He didn’t want to take advantage of this woman, but he had to know how the wine she was drinking tasted on her lips. It tasted like pure heaven. When he pulled back, he saw a little fear in her eyes, and a whole lot of heat. The fear made him stop cold. “Just wanted to see if you tasted as good as you looked, darlin’.” He said.<br /><br />“Holly,” she said back, her voice a whisper. “My name is Holly.”<br /><br />“Well, Holly, dariln’, you sure do taste as good as you look. Better, in fact.”<br /><br />Holly couldn’t stop herself; she leaned in to him for another kiss. This time, she closed her eyes and tilted her head just a little in invitation, and Richie lightly stroked her lip with his tongue. She sighed into his mouth, and opened for him. He cupped the back of her head and gently wound his tongue around hers. Holly braced one hand on Richie’s strong chest, and the other he was still holding captive on the table. She broke the kiss and leaned back a little. “So do you,” she said, making him chuckle.<br /><br />He looked at her with a question in his eyes. Holly gave him a small nod, and the two got up from the table. Her eyes widened as she scanned Richie from head to toe and saw his very large, very obvious reaction to her kiss. When she made to leave money on the table, Richie stopped her. “It’s all taken care of. Where would you like me to drive you to?” he said, with a twinkle in his eye.<br /><br />Holly tiptoed to whisper in Richie’s ear. “Distraction,” she said, darting her tongue inside and making him shiver a little.<br /><br />Oh yeah.The Goddess Hathorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06001211619053692699noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1488502061047930414.post-45263014795121532202007-09-08T17:45:00.001-04:002008-10-07T09:38:06.010-04:00Spanking<span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"><em>... By Hathor</span></em><br /><p align="center"><img src="http://lh4.google.com/TheGoddessHathor/Rr94tQ_f91I/AAAAAAAACao/iIOHbq68MY0/s800/ASSet51.jpg" /></p><br /><br />He was asking for it, and that made it all the more exciting to watch. We have our own little code, he and I. I don’t even know if he’s told the boys about it. Seeing as they share everything, he probably has. But, the guys respect what we have enough to not comment about it. After all, some things <b>are</b> meant to be private! We’ve been together for some time, he and I, and it wasn’t long into our relationship until we discovered we both had, well, a really naughty streak. A mild S&M type thing actually. I enjoy being in charge (to put it mildly), and him? Well, giving up control isn’t something he can or will do in his professional life, but he will in the personal. He likes to be spanked.<br /><br />So, anyway, he’s up there in those tight black pants, and it looks like he’s wearing the g-string (grape smuggler, banana hammock, etc) that I got for him. I mean, his ass cheeks are so, well, clearly defined. It’s set my mouth (not to mention my pussy) to watering. He shot a look over his shoulder in my general direction, and shook his ass at me. I looked straight at him and licked my lips, returning the signal. He smiled a slow easy grin, and nodded.<br /><br />Just before the final encore, I left my seat and made my way backstage. The security guard saw me coming, and accompanied me back to Jon’s dressing room. He let me in and closed the door quietly behind me. I went to the wardrobe rack, and took down the garment bag I had stowed there earlier during sound check. It looked like a dozen others that were there, so nobody really noticed. I unzipped it, and smiled. Jon was in for a treat. He’d better come in by himself. Otherwise, I don’t think the others will be able to keep quiet about it any longer.<br /><br />I positioned myself on a stool in direct line-of-sight with the door. I had arranged my clothing just so, and was waiting patiently. I could hear the faint roar of the crowd; the encore must be over. Only a few minutes until he gets back here. I licked my lips, which I’d painted a deep, crimson red, and waited.<br /><br />The door opened, and Richie came through first. He was mid-sentence, and nearly swallowed his tongue when he saw me. He mumbled “sorry” and backed out of the room quickly, blushing a little. I heard him outside telling the others that Jon needed to be alone, and Dave and Teek wanted to know what Richie had seen and shouldered past him into the room. They just stopped and gawked at me.<br /><br />I sighed, shook out my hair and stood. I had on a thigh-length black trench coat, belted around my slender waist. Over-the-knee, four-inch tall platform stiletto boots graced my legs, bringing me to just over six feet tall. My hair hung in a straight sheet to just below my ass and I had a riding crop in my hand,<br /><br />I took in the look these two were giving me, and smiled. “Hello, boys,” I purred. “Y’all need something?”<br /><br />“N-nope,” David stammered. He was cute when he got flustered. I could hear Richie laughing softly outside the door. Probably he was warning Jon. Dave and Tico backed out of the room, and unceremoniously shoved Jon through the door. He stopped dead when he saw me. The door snicked shut behind him. I stalked over to the door and locked it, then turned to Jon and crossed my arms over my chest.<br /><br />“Hey, Peaches,” he said to me softly, as he stripped of his jacket and shirt. I slapped the crop against my boot, making a sharp sound. I could hear laughter outside the door.<br /><br />“Hey yourself,” I said back. I gave his pants a pointed stare. Jon locked eyes on me while he unfastened the button on his pants. I nodded encouragingly as he peeled them from his sweaty legs and kicked them away. I sucked in a breath. The pouch of the g-string barely contained his erection; he looked glorious. I put the crop between my teeth and unbelted my jacket. I turned my back to him, and let it fall from my shoulders. The black leather g-string and demi-bra showed in stark contrast to my milky-white complexion. Jon’s mouth gaped open.<br /><br />“When did you—” he just gaped at me.<br /><br />“During sound check,” I said, pleased to have surprised him. “Now, come here,” I ordered in my sternest voice. Jon approached and stopped when he was in front of me. I motioned for him to turn around. I caressed the globes of his perfect ass and pressed on his shoulders, making him kneel. With a booted foot, I pressed gently between his shoulder blades until he was on all fours in front of me. I circled him, tapping my crop against my hand. I could see his eyes clouding over and darkening. I stopped when I was behind him again, and lashed out with a quick “thwap” against his ass. What a satisfying sound that was. He jumped a little, and grinned.<br /><br />I circled around him again, this time stopping in front of him. He looked up at me with adoration in his face. I smiled down on him and walked over him, until I could sit astride his back. I let the crop trail across his ass, and sighed as I saw his muscles bunching and twitching at the sensations. Foregoing the crop altogether, I slapped my hands onto his ass then rubbed away the marks I left. Jon groaned a little. I did it again, slapping him harder, making him groan louder. “What’s the matter, baby,” I asked him, as I smacked him again.<br /><br />“Unh, nothing, Peaches,” he moaned.<br /><br />“You were asking for it you know,” I said, slapping him again and again, alternating sides.<br /><br />“Ohhhh, I know I was,” Jon whispered. He was starting to lean into the slaps now. I leaned down to slip a hand between his legs and squeezed his rock-hard shaft.<br /><br />“Is that for me?” I asked.<br /><br />“Of course,” Jon grunted out between clenched teeth.<br /><br />“Give it to me then, baby,” I said, no longer able to wait.<br /><br />Jon reared up, nearly knocking me to the floor. In a flash, he was standing behind me, unfastening my bra. His hands came around in front of me and squeezed gently, while he leaned in to kiss my neck. He peeled my g-string down over my boots and I stepped out of it. He turned me and walked me backwards until I was against the wall. I lifted a leg around his waist, and he slipped inside of me. I closed my eyes and groaned at the sensation. He pumped into me slowly, achingly, driving me crazy. Our mouths fused together, tongues battling. He started thrusting harder and faster, sensing I was close to release. I reached down and slapped his ass while he pumped into me making him groan into my mouth. He pushed me over the edge a heartbeat before joining me on the fall. I screamed into Jon’s mouth, and held on for dear life.<br /><br />When we were spent, I lowered my leg, and he slipped from my body. With a final gentle kiss, I followed him into the bathroom to shower and head home.The Goddess Hathorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06001211619053692699noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1488502061047930414.post-31158670004155758192007-09-05T16:34:00.000-04:002008-10-07T09:38:06.011-04:00Poor Baby<span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"><em>... By Hathor</span></em><br />This one is a little different; more sweet than sexy.<br /><p align="center"><img src="http://lh4.google.com/TheGoddessHathor/RsUQd4vXJVI/AAAAAAAADT4/ICPUODhykg8/s800/richonbed.jpg" /></p><br />God, he looks so pathetic, just sitting there. I told him I'd be a while, that he shouldn't wait up for me. I certainly wasn't expecting to find him in my crappy little dorm room. I told him I'd call him when I got back from the library, and depending on the time, would meet him anywhere he liked. How'd the hell did he get in here anyway? I'll bet the RD let him in. She knows I've been seeing him for some time now. I guess I can't blame her. I mean, really, would you deny this man anything? I wouldn't. I haven't. Not really.<br /><br />He wants me to move in with him. I didn't tell him no; how could I? I love him. I've been <strong>wanting</strong> that for some time now. I simply told him it had to wait until I was done with my studies. I only have one semester to go, and my dissertation defense, and I'll be free and clear. A smarty-pants PhD. He doesn't do waiting well. I told him that tonight was going to be a late night. God, I so don't have the energy for this now. He knows when I'm tired, I'll agree to anything, well, nearly anything, just so I don't have to think anymore.<br /><br />I cleared my throat as I stood there, watching him. He didn't notice me come in. "Hey, you," I said softly.<br /><br />He looked up at me, and his melancholy expression morphed into joyful longing. He jumped up from the bed and took my heavy backpack from me, and placed it on the desk. "Hey, yourself," he said, kissing me gently on the cheek.<br /><br />"What brings you by?" I have to be careful with what I say. I get bitchy when I'm tired, and say things I don't mean. What I was thinking was "<em>what the hell are you doing here?</em>" but I can't say that to him. He'd take it wrong. For someone always in the limelight and always being scrutinized he has a remarkably thin skin. At least, he does with people he knows; people he can be himself around. Like me.<br /><br />"I missed your face," he said, cradling my face and kissing me slowly. Oh God, how I love this man.<br /><br />"I missed you too; it's been a bitch of a day." <br /><br />"Let me help," he said, leading me to the bed. He eased me down and had me flip over on my stomach. His strong hands kneaded at my shoulders and neck, easing the tension from them. He worked his way down my spine to my lower back, where he knows I get sore. I couldn't help but let out a moan. He chuckled. "You should really take breaks and stretch once in a while."<br /><br />"I know, but when I get into my shit, I lose track of time." It's true. I set the alarm on my Blackberry so I would remember that the library closes.<br /><br />"I know, sweetie." He continued working on my back, and I felt the tension and stress just seep from my body. My eyes were getting heavy, and I knew he could tell. He didn't stop, though, just kept rubbing and squeezing my aching muscles. <br /><br />I must have drifted off, because I remember waking up. Waking up crammed against the wall in this crappy twin-sized bed with this big, gorgeous man next to me. He had removed my shoes and clothes, leaving me in my underwear. He was in his boxers, and we were under the covers. Jesus, to do all of that, and for me not to notice, I must have been dead tired. I watched him sleep, a small smile on his face. I snuggled up to him, and took his hand in mine. I kissed his mouth softly, and the next to last thought I had when I drifted off again was how much I loved him.<br /><br />The last thought was how the hell would I finish my dissertation at his house?<br /><br />Told you I can deny him nothing...The Goddess Hathorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06001211619053692699noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1488502061047930414.post-89075504223403526472007-09-04T12:13:00.001-04:002008-12-10T03:34:28.705-05:00The Pledge<em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;">... by Stephanie</span></em><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh64YuclI0jo9Nj8km5KT80C4BTxQnhs7-PHZxDo7LsBsLYnRlr5rg45fKBS0TLrvR_eclIijALqTsC4XTFlyl_C9MEuXQ1-hSE4-uuFa95-xvxepzecvxhdXOLMX-AD3F7_TLXSNIew7qO/s1600-h/JBJ-japan.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106383317125094722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh64YuclI0jo9Nj8km5KT80C4BTxQnhs7-PHZxDo7LsBsLYnRlr5rg45fKBS0TLrvR_eclIijALqTsC4XTFlyl_C9MEuXQ1-hSE4-uuFa95-xvxepzecvxhdXOLMX-AD3F7_TLXSNIew7qO/s320/JBJ-japan.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"></span></em><br />I looked at this picture, The Man wrapped in our Flag and thought to myself, not only is he a beautiful man with a beautiful giving heart, he loves his country and isn’t afraid to show it or speak his mind about it. <br /><br />I know this isn’t a sexy little fic, but I thought I would share this anyway. Enjoy!<br /><br />I pledge allegiance to this man and his band<br /> in the United Arena of Rock & Roll<br />and to the music for which they stand,<br />a union forged with word and song<br />the bond they share to forever stay strong.<br />I am proud to say I listen and sing,<br />not a note in tune, this I confess<br />but I lift my voice with you and all the rest<br />Undivided we stand, our love for this band<br />to forever remain true.<br /><br /></div>Queeniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14400635275075265985noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1488502061047930414.post-5698679650591231212007-08-27T22:31:00.000-04:002008-10-07T09:38:06.012-04:00Waiting<span style="font-size:85%;"><em><span style="color:#663366;">... By Hathor</span></em><br /></span><br /><div align="center"><img src="http://lh5.google.com/TheGoddessHathor/Rs6q04vXY0I/AAAAAAAAFFk/fn33wqAVPXA/s800/guitar2.jpg" /></div><div align="center"> </div>Where the hell is she? <br /><br />She told me to come to Boston, and I did. She said to wait here, and here I am. She told me to wear this hat, and here it is. I've been staring at this door for the better part of an hour. I don't do waiting that well. I'm pretty impatient.<br /><br />She is a Goddess among women. Tall, lithe, beautiful outside as well as in, a raper wit and a heart as big as the Texas sky. She's great with kids, animals, grownups, vending machines, parking meters; pretty much everything. I've only met her recently, but she's won my heart. We're supposed to be meeting to, shall I say, further our acquaintance? Who knows where it will lead? I have my hopes, but DAMN IT, she has to show up first.<br /><br />I don't have anything planned, mind you, but if the mood takes us, I've got some definite ideas. First, a little stroll through the Public Gardens. They're beautiful this time of year. Then, drinks at the Ritz -- I love that hotel. A show at the Wang maybe, depending on what's playing. Late supper, and perhaps a nightcap. In my room. If she ever fucking shows up.<br /><br />Calm down, man. OK. So, if she gets her beautiful ass here, and we get to do all these wonderfully romantic things, fine. If she gets here, and all she wants to do is romp, fine. She just has to get here!<br /><br />God, I'm getting twitchy waiting. I've got all these thoughts running through my head, and all of them are making my pants tight. I can just imagine holding her in my arms, feeling her heat seep through to me. Her scent is peaches and cream, with a hint of vanilla. I don't know where she gets it, but it gets me hot just thinking about it. God, her taste is like nothing else. Pure heaven. I could kiss her forever. And her skin? Shit, it's so soft that cashmere feels rough after she's been on me.<br /><br />She loves to wear these little flirty dresses that just drive me wild. I mean, one good breeze, and DAMN. Let's just say more people would appreciate that perfect ass. She wears these outrageous shoes -- she doesn't like to have to look up at anyone, ya know? I'm 6'2", she's 5'9"; you do the math. They make her legs seem to go on forever. God, I really need some relief here. I'm so hard I can barely think. <br /><br />Where is she?!<br /><br />Good God, I want her. I want to smell her, to taste her, to feel her wrap her legs around me. I want to hear her screaming my name as she shatters beneath me. I want to soap her up and rinse her off and do it all again. And again.<br /><br />Is that? It is! Thank Christ she's here.<br /><br />"Hey, baby, what took so long?"<br /><br />"Have you been thinking about me, Rich?"<br /><br />"Hell yeah, I can't even get up from the table!"<br /><br />"That's why I suggested you wear your hat. I've been outside for an hour, hoping that was enough time. Hold it in front of you, and let's go and get you out of those tight, uncomfortable jeans."<br /><br />I couldn't believe it. She did this to me on purpose?<br /><br />Paybacks are a bitch.<br /><br />Oh yeah.The Goddess Hathorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06001211619053692699noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1488502061047930414.post-18871539756187666092007-08-26T12:54:00.000-04:002008-10-07T09:38:06.013-04:00The Pirate<span style="font-size:85%;"><em><span style="color:#663366;">... By Hathor</span></em><br /></span><br /><p align="center"><img src="http://lh6.google.com/TheGoddessHathor/Rs9HU4vXZDI/AAAAAAAAFKI/0lIzF22GHRE/s800/m-10__198_.jpg" /></p>“I told you nobody would know what your costume is,” I chided, when he pouted.<br /><br />“C’mon, the leather pants, the poufy shirt, the gold earring; what else could I be but a dark, ravishing pirate?” He really didn’t get it.<br /><br />“Really, where’s the eye patch? Where’s the parrot? Where’s the goddamned peg-leg?” I had told him all this before, as he was dressing for the party but he didn’t want to hear it then, and he didn’t want to hear it now. Shit, he can be such a child when things don’t go his way. I cocked one hip and ticked of on my fingers, AGAIN, what he could be. “You could be Zorro, except you don’t have a sword. You could be the fucking Phantom of the fucking opera, but you don’t have a mask. You could be a pirate, but there’s no eye patch. You could be a naughty priest, but you don’t have the collar.” His sulky glare had turned to a smile at that last. “Should I go on?”<br /><br />“Nah, but I’m intrigued by the naughty priest thing. Tell me more,” he said, leering at me, and licking his lips. He’d been doing that since I took my jacket off at the party. I didn’t tell anyone, least of all him, what I was wearing. I wanted it to be a surprise. It was tough keeping him from finding out, but I kept my costume hidden in my desk at work, and got home before him to change. I had put on my trench coat, buttoning it neck to ankle, and belted it at the waist. The only hint he had was the three inches of gold bangles at my wrists, the slender gold band around my forehead, which disappeared into my jet black hair, and high-heeled gold sandals that laced up my legs.<br /><br />“Back off, matey,” I said, purposefully baiting him. God, when he gets on a rant, he’s the most gorgeous creature on this earth. Not that he isn’t fine when he’s just being him, mind you. But when his blood gets boiling, there’s no two ways about it. ‘Sexy’ doesn’t even begin to cover it. He was getting angry at me again. It took all the control I had not to smile or wink at him.<br /><br />“Look,” he said, “if you wanted me to have an eye patch or a parrot or a goddamned peg-leg, you should have…”<br /><br />“What? Gotten them for you? Do I look like your personal assistant?” God, I knew just where to dig. “You’re a grown man, Rich, you can damn well get your own costume, or have one of your flunkies do it for you.”<br /><br />He sighed heavily. “You’re right, as usual.”<br /><br />“Damn straight I am. Now, come with me. I’ll fix your costume for you.” I led him to a dark corner of the terrace, away from the rest of the party. I wrapped a leg around his waist, my arms around his neck, and pulled him in for a steamy kiss. I ground against him in a sensual dance. I could feel the bulge nearly bursting the seams on the tight leather pants he was wearing. I slipped my hand into his waistband (which wasn’t easy, by the way) and arranged him so his impressive length was clearly outlined. I removed my hand when Riche moaned into my mouth, and stepped back to eye my handiwork. I leaned in to grab that horrible shirt, and slipped it from his body. Before Richie could react, I dropped it over the railing to the sea below. “That’s better.”<br /><br />“Wh-what?” Richie was confused. “What the hell did you just do?”<br /><br />“I, my dear just fixed your costume.” I unlooped some of the gold chain from around my waist, and looped it around Richie’s neck. “There, now it’s done.” He was now tethered to me, albeit not securely, and could only go where I let him.<br /><br />Richie looked down at himself, still straining in his pants, and shook his head. “I don’t get it.”<br /><br />God, men are so dense. “What am I dressed as?”<br /><br />Richie looked me up and down. I had on a sheath of pure, snow-white, nearly sheer fabric that barely covered my breasts and fell to mid-thigh. It was cinched at the waist with a length of gold chains, the end of which was now attached to Richie. My hair was piled high on my head, with tendrils hanging down to my shoulders. I had on three-inch CFM sandals that had laces that wrapped around my calves. A circlet of gold ringed my forehead, and a golden snake hugged my bicep. I raised an eyebrow at him. He was taking his own sweet time with this. “A Goddess, of course.”<br /><br />“Right. And every Goddess needs a hot, hunky, horny, half-dressed, cock-at-full-mast sex slave, ready, willing, and able to service her.” Richie grinned widely, passion darkening his beautiful, soulful, brown eyes. I smiled back, indulgently, and tugged on the chain. “Let’s go, slave.”The Goddess Hathorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06001211619053692699noreply@blogger.com3