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Playing with Miss Victoria’s & Her Play Thing

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Malflic - The view of the world from his favorite Mexican Place

Malflic - The view of the world from his favorite Mexican Place

Show Notes

In this Episode Malfic cavorts shamelessly with one of his favorite Mistresses, the Sultry Little Viking Mistress Victoria Christiansen.  Who he insists on calling Miss Victoria.  The recording took place on a Friday night and in between the back and forth verbal jousting that is as insightful as anything he tells the story not only of his friendship with Victoria & their relationship but the impact it has on one of her  lovers.

As always it’s loaded with the request amount of dirty words and innuendo laden dialog the show breaks rank from being heavily scripted to a real conversation and back again all while poking fun at Malflic as he laughs along with that dirty little chuckle of his at the insane lifestyle choices he’s made.

To read his other works visit malflic.com, to follow him, listen in on semi private conversations, or just to hear him rant and profess his undying love for coffee check him out on twitter.

Victoria

Welcome to Malflic’s Exercising my Demons.  I’m Mistress Victoria unless you know who is involved because  something in his vocabulary forbids him to use the word mistress and if you want to shut him down completely try calling him master.    Seriously it’s the BDSM equivalent of Whisky Dick, he just quits working right then and there.   Despite that I’ll be your host today as we explore Malflic’s Unique relationship with me and his over whelming desire to simply fuck with people;  just for the hell of it;  Even if it’s one of my own play things.

Sure he’s got a hang up on titles but other than that he really is a twisted sick soul who truly revels in other people’s discomfort and pain simply for his own amusement.  Not that I’d know anything about that personally.  (Bratty) Talk about Masochsim…The Chesty Blonde has been with him for nearly 20 years.  Let’s see all you edge players try to do that!  It makes breath & fire play seem like going down a playground’s toddler slide on a sunny spring afternoon at the local park.

So sit back, relax, let your imagination run wild…as Mal tells his version of the story of playing with one of my playthings. And so we begin.

Malflic

Victoria Christiansen is one of my closest friends in the world.  Above all else she also might just be the woman I share the most unique relation with.  We’re both huge literary whores, borderline or full fledged deviants depending on the topic at hand and I can only imagine her drive for carnal desire pretty much closely mirrors mine.  A man has to adore a strong willed, saucy little defiant Viking after all.

Most years I spend more time talking with her than I do with the blonde and she’s always in the middle of some great adventure which keeps our conversation content fresh and interesting.  I’ve asked her to do some things that I’ve never asked another soul to do…truly dark and pain filled thing like proof reading volumes of text of my first draft deranged text.  Talk about an exercise in true masochism.  Try being the test read for 150,000 of my unedited words penned during various states of sanity.

To put a very fine point on it if I actually got off my ass and was going to Shibaricon or BMSL but the Chesty Blonde wasn’t going with me or we wanted another friend along for the festivities Miss Victoria would be the first in line.  I know this because she’s told me so several times.  I like to think she might have to fight a bit for that first spot; however that could just be ego on my part.   Besides the more the merrier.  Every time I catch an event that mirrors her travel schedule I call her to let her know. We talk about things most people wouldn’t discuss at all with their best friend, priest, or shrink let alone casually in mixed company.

Recently I was asked to show up at a private party to read a few of my erotic works, tie a knot or two, smack a few asses and tweak some nipples.  Clothes pins and clamps anyone?   I didn’t go down quite that way but was close.

She was the first person I called to tell about it.  Victoria’s the one who helped me decide what I would read, BTW 118 Seconds of Bliss, Do you Like to watch? an Interlude with a Masichist, and a few chapters from my book.

She was the safe call when I arrived & left to let her know I had not been abducted by anyone and nothing freakier than could be expected had occurred.  Before you get any idea this in not a story about me trying become a public rigger.   There are a lot of people with great skills who do that already.  I’m not one of those.  My play is with friends in private so this was a special treat for me.

Bondage to me is as more about art, energy, and imagery more than sex…with exceptions of course.   Sometime the rope is all about sex…ok sometimes its also about pain…but not always.  Sometimes it’s about power but most often and increasingly it’s about the imagery and potential pictures it might produce. Well in any case when it’s not about sex.

So imagine you have a relationship similar to what I described but instead of being me you’re her.  Now you have to explain not only who I am to a new person in your life but a host of other things including why you were “playing” with that other person, why I keep calling at all hours of the night, the number of times you’ve been to said couple’s home for a weekend.  Even detailing some of my relationships with others she’d come to know or be very aware of.   Most people would have done so delicately, with a tentative and warm heart worrying about how the other might perceive them . Instead though one day when the light finally went on in her play things head it was time to add a sadistic streak to a somewhat more traditionally minded male, a very sick sense of humor, and a healthy does of Miss Victoria.

You see I believe that she has strong switch tendencies.  In most places I’ve seen her she’s definitely the one calling the shots but when it comes to me she’s enjoyed playing the role of the wicked little brat.  Who am I to question relationship dynamics? It works pretty fucking well for me so I’m certainly not complaining.  Still she does like her boys kind of big, rough, and capable of an orgasmically good mind fuck.

So it’s a quiet evening at an exclusive restaurant when the topic of moi came up.  Over a lovely candle lit dinner on a romantic night between two lovers is exactly where you’d never expect me to be the topic.  What I do and discuss isn’t exactly most people’s idea of good stimulating conversation uless its not the brain you’re interested in stimulating then I’m your man.   Talking about your unique relationship with me is  the dating equivalent of going to see Fatal Attraction on a first date.  Which I was actually stupid enough to do once upon a time.  She picked the movie and my dick when nowhere near any part of that little tart.    Victoria continued the conversation  as she explained who I was, some of my proclivities if you will.   It was the first time the light really went on that the guy across the table wasn’t exactly hearing about some random boy next door type she knew but rather someone who was much darker.

Most Men are really timid creatures, few live boldly, even fewer can walk the walk.  So she suggested he go read a few things and listen to the bits we’ve done together.

Since the topic is Miss Victoria and well it’s a Friday night and the naked nurse hasn’t started her shenanigans yet now’s a great time to get to know my dear friend Victoria a little better.

Malflic goes off script and story line to discuss his ass, shoes and other assorted things with Victoria

Resume the Story

Mal- That was very insightful.  Rock n Roll isn’t the work of the devil the internet is.  I can prove it you’re listening to this smut right now and wondering why your kitty is wet or you have a boner.  Fucking pervert!  Now back to my version of things.

Mal You see I’m not one of the possessive types.   I’m sort of like a magician pulling random rabbits out of my hat to amuse myself at any given moment.  Abracadabra a bouquet of flowers. Poof a quarter disappears.   After all I do have a thing for bunnies of all flavors, particularly milk chocolate and bondage.  Even the Marge Simpson centerfold in Playboy held some kind of strange appeal and I’ve never even gotten to first base with a cartoon character.  Though some one sent me a lovely wonder woman picture recently that made me have some of those thoughts.

Victoria’s So as my play thing start to get nervous he starts asking when this all began.   Jesus Malflic is usually dressed as slick as the devil stands 5”10”, weighs in at 225 pounds and is damn proud of it.  So it’s not like he just appeared out of thin air but my play thing is very inquisitive about Mal and asks the requisite questions like

Is he a convicted felon (No)

Is he  a serial anarchist? (No)

Doe his wife know about all of this?  (of course) I tell him oh she’s The Chesty Blonde.  Then I showed him a few pictures that answered that one pretty simply.

Is he hung like a stallion?  Of course isn’t that the question so many people really want answered.  Give you a hint girls.  I know the answer…and I’m not telling.

Still my Plaything was worried he asked about slight of hand and is it all just an act (no).  Do you think anyone can really talk about this stuff like he does and not be into it.

Mal – Some Guys know sports stats, scripture or history. Me I know Smut & Sex.  I’m a student of those topics.  It comes natural and might be my greatest gift in life. I haven’t gotten a lot of complaints over the years.  Tons of requests, a few complaints.  Mostly things like, Hey get off my hair although Janet said my sexual appetite was average.  That might have been a complaint because based on what I know it sure as hell wasn’t a statement of fact.  There was the one time the a woman figured out her room mate was fucking the same guy…me!  I guess that one could be called a complaint among other things.

Victoria –Ok are you finished?

Mal-Maybe

Victoria- Here’s a deep dark secret of his if you’ve scene’d with the man he does become the role and despite the image he is a twisted as can be he’s got a really big ……(long pause)  soft side.  He is really sweet even with a flogger in his hand.

Mal-Smart Ass.  That’s going to cost you!

Victoria – Lemon Meringue Pie!

Mal-Oh so you wait all these years to finally pull that one out!

Victoria -lemon meringue pie his default choice for safe words.  Which despite probably having some deep seeded horribly disturbed meaning I don’t care to know about also eliminates that particular dessert from any food play I suppose.

Mal- I’m not really into food play, a little chocolate sauce, some whipped cream, some Vanilla ice cream on the nipples from time to time and flavored body paints.   Besides we’re not playing we’re talking it doesn’t count. You can only use a safe word during a scene not a conversation outside of a scene.

Victoria- oh really! Just like a top, changing the rules just to get your way.  What are you going to do to me? Give me every dirty little detail.  Better yet show me.   I do have a few idea’s if you’re lacking any.

(insert15 second musical interlude with sound effects)

Victoria Umm yep no safe words were needed for that.  So Back to our story.  About three days later I mention to him in one of our stupidly late, extremely long, I like things that are extremely long, conversations that my play thing was going to be appearing in a particular city.

Mal- It just so happens that I’ll be leaving that same city that very day.  I see the infinite possibilities. Immediately!  I know about this poor mystical friend of her.  I know that he was recently uncomfortable with the thought of me and I’m faced with a few options.  Let it slide, not a chance in hell.   Meet him and make him feel all safe and nice and secure.   Yeah not exactly what I’m in the mood for.  I fuck with people for fun and profit and this was my idea of a bonus version of fun time for the week.  After all it was going to be nothing more than a meet and greet and little chat if I had my way.

I had my own list of questions and none of them.  OK almost none of them had anything to do with other people’s relationships.  Sadly it didn’t work out.  Sure Victoria called her little play thing to find out what time he would be arriving, where he would be going etc and as usual my schedule was completely fubar’ed.  So we didn’t get to meet.   I thought of walking though the airport and calling out his name.

Really call out some ones name and even if they don’t know you they stop and look.   Can you see it now my wing tip wearing pin stripe suit clad ass walking through a huge airport calling out the name of a person I’d never met or spoken to just to see if I could make them pull a Houdini and appear out of thin air all for my amusement and so I could torment the poor soul for a few passing seconds.  Well its not a traditional for of sadism but it would work in a pinch.

Instead I went trolling through the airport to my gate passing by hundreds of nameless faces.  I got on my plane and there it was decked out in blue synthetic fabric.  A beautiful, young flight attendant.  I was certain I had died,  She had big full bright pink lips, about a c cup, tiny little waist dangerously curved hips and full firm heart shaped ass.

Suddenly all thoughts of Miss Victoria’s plaything were lost until tonight.

Outro Victoria And there  you have it folks what a group of kinksters do on a Friday night.  They find people to play with.  We hope you’re lucky enough to do the same!  This has been exercising my demons.  If you like what you’ve heard be sure to subscribe we’re in all of your favorite podcast directories and even I tunes where you’ll find us listed in the podcast directory under Malflic.  Have a show idea or something you’d like to tell us?   Send us an email at show@malflic.com Do us a favor and digg & link your little hearts out and tell all your friends about us.  We really do appreciate it.

And don’t forget Mal is also on twitter babbling incessantly not so much about sex but the more amusing mundane events of his day.  Coffee tends to be one of his favorite morning topics.  Next time on here the topic will be an exploration that included the Chesty Blonde titled Rope Bondage Hemp vs. MFP.

Mike where the fuck do you come up with this shit?  Really? You’re doing a “semi scientific show about different types of rope?”  Go head start a holy war why don’t you.  It’s like bringing up religion or politics!

Yes I know know you make fun of those things all the time!  Well on that note its time for me to go.  This is Mistress Victoria, and I’ve enjoyed playing with you tonight.

Now where is that little subbie boy I brought with me? I need a drink.

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118 Seconds of Bliss

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Sexy Woman on the train tracksIt was a warm spring day when after a nice long weekend, in a home that wasn’t ours. Quarters that had been a bit to close for comfort or more accurately over run and cramped and some usually well cared for needs that I needed met in the worst way went unattended.

The first time were had been alone, truly alone in 5 days was as we hit the Garden State Parkway heading toward the airport.Sure there the normal amounts of traffic surrounded us but my hand wondered.At first just a little and then a little more until I knew I was tempting fate moving beyond playful and teasing him mercilessly as we made our way on to the interstate toward the rental care return.

Ok I was just being a bitch, a tease, and the look of frustration on his face made me even naughtier as I reached over more often and didn’t waste even a second being coy but rather got right back to business.I wanted to make sure that a million hours later that day when we did finally get home no matter how tired we were there would be a few moments of unbridled passion.A good hard quick lust filled pent up fuck is better than a good night’s sleep with no fuck at all.It sort of had an appeal all its own and up against the wall as soon as the door closed possibility turned me on just little more.My mind began really racing.

Honestly as I kept reaching across and rubbing him I wondered about on the air plane.Could we steal away to the restroom for a few minutes some where along the 4 hours flight.A cramped quarters release with a line outside was the stuff of sexual conquests and air travel legends.Do they give a merit badge to members of the mile high club?

As those thoughts danced through my increasingly horny little mind I wondered if perhaps a few salacious whispers and a couple blankets could provide a suitable alternative release.His hands were so magical, all the time in the world with no where to be, touching lightly, teasing me to the edge and back again.The knowledge that chances were he would tease me mercilessly as payback.When or if he did finally let get off I’d have to sit still, pressed into the seat. Holding back the overwhelming cries of delight being nearly silent surrounded by strangers with more than my legs quivering as I glimpsed the paradise that such a build up to orgasm could provide.

“Would you stop it!” he finally said sounding less than happy and shooting me a look that was anything but pleased. So what’s a girl to do? Grab a hold through the boy’s jeans and rub that hard little head with the heel of her hand a little more while her fingers tease his denim clad balls that’s what.

It didn’t help his mood any but it certainly got his attention, since we almost missed out exit.Despite growing up here it is an exit I’ve never missed and well one that from what I’ve heard you don’t want to miss since the part of town you have to turn around in isn’t so nice or even worse you end up heading to close to the city.

So I behaved and kept to myself, a relative term, for a few minutes.No sense in pissing him off completely. Sometimes he gets so uptight about getting where he’s going.Instead once again I found myself thinking about how long it would be before we got home, might as well be forever.No reason to have to wait that long.

We did have an SUV with tinted windows.Hmm wonder if there is a cell phone waiting lot near by we could put the seat down and crawl in the back for just a few minutes.Hell even if we had to pay for an hour’s time in some remote airport parking lot it would be very well worth it.There was plenty of time before the flight; for an appetizer.Just when you think the sex in a car years are behind you find yourself at Liberty worrying about how to put the back seat down in a rented SUV and finding a desolate parking spot.

I must have been lost in those thoughts for a few minutes too long, crying out “no” as I realized we were about to turn into the return lot.He ignored me somewhat frazzled by the signs and maze of roads leading to that point, finally asking as we pulled over the metal spikes to keep you from ever leaving the lot again.”No what?”

That was it my fantasy had been stolen.We exited the car and a breeze danced over my legs forcing my colorful wispy spring skirt to hug my hips as I walked, hair blowing in the breeze. Well at least I’d look like I’d just been fucked with all the wind.

Sometimes if you are just horny enough, a little too aroused and on the edge of becoming truly frustrated you hit a point of no return. It might be a fantasy, it might be a diversion or as it was on that sunny afternoon it might be that you get need to get some, just a taste, no matter how little to take a little of the edge off.

I had hit that point of no return.The return center was dead, at the start of the week everyone was coming into town as we were leaving.He dutifully dragged our bag toward the down escalator.

Sauntering along alluringly in front of him, of course knowing he was watching each swaying stride.

Finally inside and taking the ride down the escalator, still at that point of no return.The look in his eyes all but declared there was no chance in hell.He was too wrapped up in the hassles and minutia of travel so I excused myself to the restroom to take care of a few things and matters into my own hands before getting on the air train to head to the terminal. After all why should I suffer?

Alone with the door locked behind me, as good as the first instant and playful touch felt I knew it wasn’t what I really wanted. Sure it could hold me over.Now more than my mind was truly purring and primed it was time to tempt fate as I weighed my options. There was no need to stop yet was there? After all I was already edging on a frantic wreck and in a moment of clarity I decide to rejoin him.It was his touch I really wanted, well not exactly his touch but that would do in a pinch.

I tucked my thong in my purse, just to make things a little more accessible later.Besides they had sequins on the front triangle and the top of the back and god knows if they’d set off the metal detector.All I needed was the tactile sensation of a pat down by a stranger to make things worse.

He waited patiently by the door and now making our way up to the train I wished I hadn’t stopped.Too late to turn back now.It was empty as we made out way toward the platform…”the next train will arrive in4 minutes”the annoying red letters called out.I don’t know why but I made my way past the security person, past the benches and billboard to the far end of the station.As a few people milled about I stood shielded from their view, threw my arms around his neck and pressed against him.Perhaps the situation had been underestimated, my hand slipping between us to find a growing interest.

His eyes still said “no”, actually they looked more like they were saying “quit teasing me you cruel bitch, I will get even with you.”Not that his look in particular didn’t sound like fun either.

The train pulled up, the door opened and instead of entering the car right in front of us since there was some one in it I headed a few cars down to an empty one.Empty cars on the air train almost never happen let alone at 4:00 in the afternoon.He trudged along toting our bags.I sat on the open seats. He stood just inside the door.

Looking to be certain no one was too close before spreading my legs, lifting my skirt and flashing him.I just had to flaunt my silky smooth moist pussy.Sometimes I am such a shameless tease.It is amazing how a little kitty shot always gets his undivided attention.

“The doors are about to close and the train will be departing shortly” blared through the speakers.That’s when the most mischievous once in a life time opportunities came to me.Speed was of the essence.

I jumped to my feet, quite literally…we were still alone.

Pouncing not in his general direction but literally right at him our bodies collided as the doors began to close.We were all but guaranteed a few minutes of privacy.My hand on his zipper and the look on his face was so priceless as I lowered it.The train pulling away I whipped out a very erect member past his boxers and jeans just as we left the station.

“Fuck me” I pleaded with my most desperate of bedroom eyes and slutty tone as we cleared the station. Bending over to grab the silver railing in one hand and throwing my skirt onto my back with the other.

I almost came as he touched me there, entering not with a fevered desperate passion but with a slow, frustrating deliberate move.I drove myself onto him forcefully.”Harder” I cried out as he moved through me and back out again

Still playing slowly!Didn’t he know that the moment wouldn’t last as I looked up and out over the tarmack, the planes, the workers, all buzzing around in plain sight as he slid into and back out of me like we had all the time in the world.

As the Train began to slow I savored the view of the all the planes and people I could see and wondered if anyone had seen us.Not that I cared, as a matter of fact I hoped everyone we passed had caught a glimpse of what was going on.Being so daring excited me even more.All too soon I found myself tucking his fat cock back into his jeans and hoping for a few more seconds alone with him.This time we were joined by a host of people moving from one terminal to the next.Standing in front of him so we were touching but not obvious I waited and as the train pulled out I “fell into him” just a little.

I squirmed and wiggled catching my balance of course and brushed against him each time the train shifted.He leered and whispered into my ear “you’re going to pay for this”.I smiled and certainly hoped so.

One more stop and as the last person in the car with us left and the doors began to close he calm demeanor of before faded.No sooner than our car passed the station he attacked me.I was only too willing to welcome the not so subtle advance.A fevered fast and hard pace caused me to hold on for dear life as he fucked me savagely.I loved it.

Pounding away in those few moments I gasped, he only moved harder and faster.I moaned in delight at the sheer force he was exerting and panted from my own efforts.As we rounded the last turn not 30 seconds from the station I came so hard screaming in sheer delight.I didn’t care who heard or what they were wondering.I hope the heard and I hope they were wondering. He joined in the guttural sounds soon afterward exploding in a final series for hard deep thrusts to complete out little tryst.

We’ll have to look for this one on the internet he kidded as we headed down the escalator.Mumbling something about security cameras and that our little performance would make the best quickies of the year back in the TSA screening room.It could have mattered less the idea of being seen by people passing in cars and riding on planes was already a turn on but having it immortalized and watched over and over again made my blood boil with wonder and anticipation.

As we bordered the plane he grabbed a few blankets “Here you’re going to need these since I owe someone a little pay back”Grinning like the devil and I did he teased me mercilessly the entire flight home.

Why 118 seconds of bliss?Simple that is how long we had together alone on the train between terminal B & C,I wouldn’t trade those fleeting seconds for all the time in the world.

Make Me

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I’ve been a bit long winded of late. So here’s something short, a little different and hopefully intense.  You can find the almost equally quick audio featuring the Chesty Blonde at malflic.libsyn.com  

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Make me notice you from across the room when I have other things on my mind. 

Just like the first time so long ago

 

Make me remember what it was like in the beginning,

When everything was so intense, overwhelming, and unpredictably wonderful

 

Make me wonder what you’re thinking,

Thinking that I know, but never being quite certain

 

Make me move in a way that casts a spell on you,

One that like magic dancing in the night is unbreakable and irresistibly alluring

 

Make me long for your touch, the warmth of your embrace,

and the endless sensation of your lips against mine

 

Make me see the look in your eyes,

The one the sees and knows who I truly am

 

Make me drown in pleasure, pleading endlessly for you to stop,

But desperately wanting it to continue

 

Make me shudder in ecstasy,

Over and over again on the edge of exhaustion

 

Make me beg you for more,

To meet my wildest desires

 

Make me feel complete in absolutely everyway.

One Last Present

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After a long hectic week filled with countless visitors, cases of beverages, entirely too much food that all too often began with mornings that started far, far too early. At the end of another long day he lounged on a pile of blankets and pillows not far from the tree but even more importantly near the fire warming his skin. The room was filled with a soft glow as the flames danced behind him casting shadows and reflection off the other decorations and small colored lights flickered on and off seemingly randomly.

 

Not a sound, the house was finally silent, no loud conversations, no excited anything, just dark rooms and silence. He drank the serenity in staring mindlessly into the distance with nothing, not a thought, or a plan, or intention of any type until she emerged from the shadows.

 

At first he didn’t notice anything in particular, that is until her robe fell to the floor mid stride revealing the shimmering glow of her skin adorned with a glistening rhinestone chocker that led between her exposed breasts and circled her waist. She moved slowly toward him, each and every movement choreographed and suddenly why the blankets were by the fire became all too clear.

 

Suddenly he was alert as she drew closer her body delicately perfumed and glittered. Tauntingly she leaned over him her hair passing by, the body jewelry hanging tauntingly as her breasts mere inches from his face looked like they longed to be kissed. All too soon she was standing again with an armload of blankets. Striding away he watched her cute ass move and she knew it bending over slowly, teasingly, knowingly, his gaze unwavering and intense. The week’s fatigue had given way to more carnal desires her back still towards him kneeling on a pillow and the every so slowly unfolding the heavy blanket in front of him, positioning herself on all fours and then demurely, or perhaps not so demurely onto her stomach glimpsing back at him before rolling to her side reaching toward him and removing all of the pillows, sliding seductively arranging them.

 

Making her way back to him reaching down and stroking his cock through his pants and then touching herself, her pussy smooth and shimmering with her desire as her fingers danced over, between and into it at first only slightly as she longed to be touched, deeper. She loved how he watched her and at that moment it was now all he could think of as she offered her hand and he stood to take her in his arms, kissing her lips, tongues clashing passionately soon after his arms swallowing her. His hands firmly kneading her bottom and then smacking it playfully.

 

She kissed his neck, working her way to his chest, unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time, kissing him softly slowly and completely covering every inch of newly bared flesh with her warm lips. It was at moments like these that the hours he spent toiling at the club to build his muscles was most appreciated, visually he was always appealing but feeling his solid powerful body against her did things to her that she never dared to explain.

 

Unbuckling his belt she teased him through his jeans, the lowering them slowly and leading him to the blankets, positioning him just so, the fire not too far in the distance, the heat of the room growing as she kissed him deeply, drawing back and their eyes slowly met her body hovering over his barely apart until she moved ever so slightly.

 

 

He moaned in delight as she slide his cock into her, slowly, a quarter of an inch at a time, pausing savoring, moving ever so slightly, teasing him, it was so hard to resist just thrusting upward and burying himself in her completely, but she savored the slow friction as she lowered herself on him slightly more, a few slow and pain staking moments later her wet and hot pussy completely filled with his cock. Their eyes never broke their gaze, she leaned back and heaved her chest forward, inviting him to kiss her breasts, nibble on her soft flesh, using his warm mouth he teased her nipples , sucking lightly, dragging his tongue slowly across them then biting just to the edge of pain stopping at the height of her erotic delight. She began her ascent upward, as slow and teasing as he had entered her, a fraction of an inch, a small wiggle and a pause, it lasted for ever, then slowly down, and then up again, filling her fully and gently and then leaving her longing to feel him inside of her. All the while her breasts in his mouth, his hands going from her ass to the small of her back, grabbing and tracing and finally a playful gentle smack with him inside of her brought her to the undeniable edge or orgasm.

 

He sucked her tits a little rougher, she moaned, he patted her bottom crisply, she moaned again louder and ground into him harder, hips rocking front to back and circling in all the same motion her slow measured movement gave way to the drive for release, still far from fast but no where near ad slow the speed of her movements increased again slightly as her body tensed and he could wait no more as he came she tensed and clenched her teeth, throwing her head back and screaming in delight, her body quivering, as the waves of her own intense orgasm washed though her, completely. They finished together, and seconds later she collapsed on to his chest, still hard inside of her, the fire warming their skin, she wiggled, looked at him longingly and asked “Again?”

Reflections and Fantasy

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As her legs pumped away Sandy looked over the top of the display on her elliptical, her music droned on in her ears as she passed the time stealing glimpse at the meat heads in the weight room. 

 

She watched as the groups of men who traveled in small packs grunted and groaned with too much enthusiasm as they moved from exercise to exercise.  She had been going to the gym for months, in part to fill the largely open void in her evening social schedule and in part because of the years of stories telling how health clubs were nothing more than meat markets.  Oh the stories she had heard from her girlfriends over the years about the muscle bound Adonis that simply wouldn’t leave them alone, the suggestively laden banter and playful conversation that elevated heart rates, fit bodies and an over abundance of testosterone would bring about.  

 

For months she toiled away watching from the distance as the people in the weight room went about their business, it seemed a strange a foreign land all it own.  There were the aging athletes, some more than 25 years older than her, high school kids, couples, the jocks and the one group of large scary men who seemed to be engaged more in some primitive ritual of testing ones strength with out killing themselves rather than anything to do with being healthy. 

 

Over time one man in particular caught her attention. Much like her no one seemed strike up a conversation.  He was a mountain of a man who moved with intense purpose.  From time to time she would catch a reflection of his ice blue eyes and their blazing fury in the mirror as he approached his next exercise.  Those eyes gazing into hers with lust filled intensity that they seemed to project at all times.  She melted at the thought of them, gazing back at her knowingly, his strong jaw and long locks hovering over her. 

 

Sandy was his prey, and she was more than willing to surrender to his desires.  But he was little more than a fantasy that helped pass the time of her own work outs.  It was better than just listening her MP3 player.  Lost in her thoughts of him she turned the hour long cardio work out into 90 minutes.  Effortlessly stealing glimpses in the mirrors as he moved. She learned which nights he would be toiling away for her pleasure and like clock work she was watching him perversely from a distance. 

 

Wondering why he always wore long sleeve pants and swear shirts.  Could it be that his body was not what it seemed?  After all he was nothing more than a solitary figure moving in the distance, one that no one approached.  But one night she caught the reflection of bead of sweat rolling across his brow over his cheek and finally falling free from his rugged chin.  She imagined herself beneath him.  His breath heaving and heavy as he slid in and out of her, his chest bared.  His body seemingly cut from stone except for the heat and delicate friction pressing against and into as that lone drop of perspiration danced from his handsome face onto her breasts.  She could feel him against her as he moved in rhythm with her sensing what she longed for, knowing what she desired as her back arched and her body tensed, holding on for one last second before being over whelmed with her own release.   But all too soon her time ended and she went off to the remainder of her equally unfulfilling night.

 

 

Occasionally someone would say hello to her, or even ask a question.  A litany of worshippers they were not but nice polite interaction began to take place between herself and other members who always seemed to be there at the same time.  Sandy blushed as she wondered if the others timed their schedules around a particular piece of eye candy or not.  It seemed silly but if she was doing it odds were that she wasn’t the only one.  The question continued to eat at her as she watched him move, his strides graceful but bursting with power. 

 

Was he shy?  No one ever approached him perhaps he was the one not making eye contact.  Shyness was something at times she could certainly related to.  Oh she could help him with his shyness, coaxing him from his shirt, her hands caressing his bulging shoulders and flat hard stomach as she began to unbuckle his jeans.  Each soft kiss grew deeper with the promise of what was to come.  His hands finding the small of her back and pulling her closer as she touched him though the denim, his passion had risen and was begging to be let out as she strained to stand tall enough to kiss his neck playfully and whisper her intentions into his ears.  The words caused him to blush as his heart raced in anticipation of things he had only ever imagined.

 

Finding her way to the locker room she just wouldn’t let the thoughts of him go as she stood in the shower water caressing her body, washing imagining it was him caressing each and every inch of her wet being. Pressing her into the wall as the warms streams of water washed over her, his touch firm his hands strong and rugged holding her as the water rushed over her chest and onto his lips as his mouth devoured her breasts, lusting after the other equally to the one currently occupying his attention.

 

Standing and lifting her onto him in one smooth motion, he entered her over and over, his hands guiding her motions as she worked her self onto him again and again. Each time she moved straining to feel him deeper inside of her. One arm bracing her against the wall to the side the other around his neck as she balanced her self and her motion precariously on him. 

 

His chest pressing into hers as she rose and fell endlessly. Drifting back to reality she stifled her moans and breath as the fantasy gave way to the reality of her own touch and her growing lust, her hands touch and caressing as she drifted from the present to the fantasy and back again, imaging his blue eyes gazing into her, not her eyes but her very soul.  Finally bringing herself to release, legs quivering, body tensed and shaking fighting the desire to scream in pleasure and satisfaction.  An more sound would have escaped the barely private area with in the shower, over powered the sound of running water and made her action obvious to everyone with in ear shot.

 

As the last wave subsided it was as if he had been there, her mind lied to her body with the sensation of where his hands had been.  Lingering in the water drinking in the release and the place where she had provided it to herself, a place while not all together public it was certainly not private.  A wash with feelings of excitement and daring she finished washing and dressed.  Heading out into the lobby there he was.  Washed and groomed in hi jeans and Polo shirt.  His eyes no less beautiful but with out the seemingly cruel vacant intensity she had come to associate with them, his face even more handsome.  His bulky sweats had been betraying the lean and strong body now on display. 

 

His smile was wide and easy and his manner confident but unassuming as he carried on with the Jim at the front desk.  Jim was the only person there who knew Sandy by name.  “Did you have a good work out he asked?”  She replied “of course” if they only knew, and for the first time she made eye contact with the man she had watched anonymously in the distance. 

 

As her name left her lips introducing herself to him she wondered how this would change things, would having met him kill the dream, in the end it did quite the opposite as they stood there chatting.  Finally she had a story to tell to her friends about the guys at the gym, what she wasn’t sure about was exactly how much to tell.