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Between the Devil and the Deep, Part 1

Part 1:  Sirina

 

Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

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He spent the afternoon on the beach walking in the surf and trying to clear his mind. Layoffs were imminent and he couldn’t afford to get the axe now. Jake was a benevolent man and caring for his family came to him as naturally as breathing. Still, he was just a man with just a little bit of ‘the devil may care’ in him.

He turned to walk the half mile back to his car when something made him stop and look back. Jake stared into the distance trying to discern what it was.

A sound? No, more like something haunting me that’s trying to breach the surface.

He started back toward the car when it happened again. Jake looked to the heavens, saying aloud, “You’re messing with me, right? This is punishment for taking more than one wife?”

Jake regrouped long enough to wonder how he would appear to anyone that might be watching; standing here alone, imploring the gods, tossing his arms up and speaking to no one there. He shook his head laughing at himself thinking, It’s stress. It’s always stress. That’s what drives rational men mad.

Again the feeling interrupted his thoughts. It was something akin to a gentle tugging at his heart, which made him turn fully to look over his shoulder. Then he saw her.

No shit! No way!

Jake stood transfixed, mesmerized at the sight of her and unable to think. He forced his focused enough to believe he wasn’t imagining her, but didn’t dare move suddenly for fear of frightening her away.

Sirena propped herself on the shore drying her gossamer locks in the evening sunset. Her fiery hair tumbled carelessly down her back as she breathed in the salt-sea air, the vast ocean, and the long expanse of deserted beach. She loved everything about her life; carefree days, full moon nights, warm sunset evenings and wide open spaces; everything that was her freedom.

Only half believing his eyes, Jake made his way down the beach, approaching her with caution, while trying to make sense of the scene before him. The beach had been deserted all evening, not another soul around yet, suddenly, there was a half-naked beauty stretching lazily in the spot where he’d stood fifteen minutes ago.

But it’s more than that, He thought. It’s as if she radiates all the goodness in the world; like she’s emanating the purity of, love.

Jake would have sworn he’d been sluicing through a desert and she was a mirage.  He was close enough to touch her shoulder but she showed no modesty, nothing that spoke of shame or covering herself in his presence. She sat at water’s edge, playfully dangling her legs in the waves as he stood stock-still searching for an opening line.

“Good evening.”

He raked his hand through tousled hair wondering if she had actually spoken.

Did I imagine it? She’s not real. I’m not real. None of this is real! Jake scolded himself; I’m probably in the car having some freaky, stressed-out, highway hypnosis or something.

“Isn’t it customarily polite to speak when spoken to?”

Her back was still to him but this time Jake was sure.

“I’m sorry, miss, I didn’t… ah, hello,” He offered, moving to sit beside her, “I’m,”

Sirena turned eyes to him and he tripped over his tongue, “Stunned,” He finished.

“You’re stunned? That’s your name,” She teased.

“Jake,” He corrected, offering his hand, “I’m sorry, I guess I am a little…” Jake stopped, still unable to tear his eyes from hers, “How, What, Where the devil did you come from,” He asked, still disbelieving his own eyes.

“I’m Sirena. Good to meet you too.”

Did she say that? I’m starting right at her and I don’t know if her lips moved.

“The pleasure is all mine,” He returned, “How did I not see you sooner,” He asked, “I’ve been here all evening.”

“I’m sure you have many burdens and I was pretty far out,” She answered, watching him scan the sea for a boat or diving gear.

“Where are you from Sirena?”

“Oh, you know,” she evaded, “I’m a child of the world.”

“I guess you’ve traveled a lot,” He asked, attempting small talk.

“You could say that,” She replied with a nonchalant shrug as she sensed the change of tide even before she felt it.

Jake knew he was already head over heart in love with her but knew, as well, that all of this was just too surreal.

“It’s getting late,” Sirena whispered, not quite realizing why that fact made her feel melancholy, “I have to go soon.”

“No wait,” He plead urgently, “Can I see you again?”

Sirena couldn’t fathom why she was drawn to Jake, or to anything that could jeopardize the life she had now.

The turn of the tide is a warning. The pull of the moon is trying to lure me out of this, this… this!

“Sirena, please. I must see you again,” He pressed.

“Do you believe in mermaids, Jake,” She probed.

“What?”

“Do you,” She demanded point blank.

“Okay, yes. Sure. Can I see you tomorrow?”

Sirena slipped into the water saying, “Meet me tomorrow at sunset.”

“Okay,” He smiled, tentatively relieved, “I’ll be here. Wait! Why did you ask about mermaids?”

She smiled up at him and stated matter-of-factly, “Because I’m about to test your meddle.”

With that she ducked below the surface and the last thing Jake saw was a fishtail that slapped the ocean powering her departure.

 

 

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Hawaiian Delite

Hawaiian Delite

Delite toweled herself off wishing she could just walk off the set.

“One or two more shots and it’s a wrap,” Meryl said, walking toward her.

“You said that twelve shots ago, “She protested from a seat without shade.

“Come on,” he cajoled, hauling her from the beach chair, “On your feet. You have to pay me back for those puppies, right,” He asked, training his rat-face and squinty eyes on her chest.

She walked to the backdrop cursing him silently and struck a pose. This better be it, you smarmy snake.

Meryl snapped several shots ordering, “Shoulders back, chest out. Smile!”

She glared holes through him wishing she had been able to turn down this junket and forced a frozen smile for the camera.

“You’re not giving me what I need, Delite!”

“Meryl please,” she plead, wondering if one more smile would fracture her face permanently.

“I need, ‘Come fuck me in Hawaii!‘ I need,”

“Meryl, I’m begging you,” She interrupted.

“I need more, Delite! I need a brochure that says, ‘I’m a free whore! Come to Hawaii and I’ll jack your junk!’”

Infuriated, she grabbed her shirt and yanked it down nearly exposing her nipples.

“Excellent,” he smiled haughtily, “That’s better! Great!”

She barely had a white-knuckled grip on the last of her patience and allowed herself some small amusement at his expense. ‘Excellent? Great?So now you think you’re a professional? I’m going to be a rich supermodel and then I’ll stomp you into the dirt with the rest of the scumbags in the biz. She pushed her toes into the sand, smiling coyly, imagining crushing him like a bug.

“We’re losing daylight,” He shouted, pointing at the crew beckoning them to move the set, “Okay! This is it! Let’s do it! Lick your lips and show me that B.J. pout,” Meryl ordered, turning back to her.

Delite turned it on one last time as the sun sank behind her and prayed for an end to this grueling day. He moved in for a close shot and she yanked her bikini bottom down leaving precious little to the imagination. With pearl-white teeth clenched, she talked herself through the shoot. He’s a dick. No big. You’ll work for lots in this business. Besides, she thought, this is just getting a start. This is the hard part; paying your dues.

Meryl stretched his thin lips into a lecherous smile saying, “Perfect! Now lean in and show me the goods, baby! Let’s part those oldsters from their money!”

Delite leaned down as Meryl moved in again. He made her skin crawl and she knew, at this range, he wasn’t shooting for the brochures anymore. He took another step and she lost her tenuous hold. With his face and the lens very nearly down her cleavage, she fisted the business end of the camera to shove the hardware back into his face.

Owww! What the fuck? You don’t act like a model who wants to get paid, Delite,” he warned, wearing a smirk that made her want to spit nails.

She took a deliberate step, not releasing the lens, and moved her face close to his. They stood nose to nose as she ground out, “It’s a wrap, you S.O.B., and I better not find any of your close-ups anywhere but the trash!”

Delite turned away to retrieve her towel, muttering, “Lowlife, good for nothing, scum- sucking shit. If I wasn’t desperate, I’d be on my way to the airport.”

Meryl was one step behind her, asking, “Really? With what, Monopoly money? Until those tits are paid for I own you, so you’ll do whatever I want, slut!”

She froze at the sudden realization that she’d sold her soul to the devil incarnate. Turning on her heel she spewed murderously, “You make me physically ill. You’re vermin! Go be with your own kind! Turn over any rock!“

“Not until I’m paid in-full, you cock-sucking slut!”

Fine,” She screamed, hot-footing it to the hotel door, “That’s just fine! You’ll get paid! I’m making a one-night-only offer to the boil on the butt of the human race, to get you off my back forever.”

Meryl stayed on her heels as she ran for the elevator. Catching the doors, he  forced them open threatening in a low, menacing tone, “You’ll part like these doors for me or I’ll fucking split you open!”

The doors closed behind him and he backed her into a corner.

“Never corner a wild animal, rat shit! You’ve been warned!”

He grabbed her shirt at the bodice and yanked hard. Delite watched him throw her ripped beach wrap aside and she sprang at him; clawing his skin, scoring him sharply, screeching, “That cost a lot , fucker,” as the doors rolled open again.

Meryl picked her up seething, “Shut the fuck up or I’ll add an extra week to this shoot,” then flung the room-door open and body-slammed her onto the bed.

She stifled a surprised cry as he removed his belt, issuing a demand, “Kneel, bitch,” He snarled, tossing pants to the floor.

Delite knew she was defeated. She knelt before him trying not to look up. Meryl stood firm cupping her chin roughly. Finally, she raised her face and their eyes met. They fell into hysterics, laughing until they were sprawled on the floor. Just as suddenly, her eyes were smoldering and she clawed the rest of his clothing out of her way.

She attacked his lower extremities, violently sucking his cock and grazing him with her teeth as she pushed up and down his firm length. He forced his stiffness down her throat mercilessly, making her choke and struggle to breathe, pummeling her bruised lips relentlessly.

In a last-ditch effort to regain control she pushed off the floor, finding just enough leverage to roll him over. She mounted him cowgirl posture with knees on his forearms. Delite smiled victoriously, “Beg me,” she commanded smugly.

Meryl shook his head and she clasped his face between her thighs, demanding, “Eat me! You know you want to.”

She slid closer to his face and Meryl grasped her round, silky ass, pulling her to him. He licked small circles around her clitoris, teasing her and letting her frenzy build until she could take no more. He ran the tip of his tongue around her tiny nub slowly, letting her sexual need build and burn until she was vibrating astride him.

She fisted his hair as he breathed hotly against her bundle of nerves. Pulling her sweet pussy into his mouth, his tongue speared her depths searching out her most intense pleasure, slowly delving in and out, and deepening each time. He meant to enjoy every moment of this bounty.

Delite bit her lower lip to stifle a primal scream as he tongue-fucked her masterfully. She bucked wildly; riding his face like her life depended on it, until he forced her onto her back to drive his hard, aching need into her moist, craven cunt.

She abandoned all dignity and control as they fucked savagely, thrashing and thrusting until they exploded in blinding ecstasy. She screamed her unbearable release with Meryl’s cock throbbing and jumping in the confines of her taut, dripping canal. They lay together side-by-side in each others arms, momentarily sated, and she giggled, “I love this game!”

He laughed with her, saying, “Me too and I’m damned glad we got married last night. If you hadn’t said yes soon, I was sure to end up in jail.”

Delite shrugged, teasing impishly, “Why buy the horse when I’m getting a free ride?”

“Because we were made to love each other,” He smiled, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

“Yes, yes, yes, we were,” She sighed, “Oh! Next time, let’s play ‘How many hotels we can get thrown out of?’”

Meryl rose, turned down the bed and fluffed the pillows as she snuggled close to him, “You’re on, my beautiful bride, but you’ll have to repay me for those free rides,” he taunted,  feigning indignance and already planning their next game, “Of course, I’ll try to go easy on you, since you are now my sole Hawaiian delight,” he chuckled.

She pulled up a tan, slender leg to plant her foot on his ass and shove him off the bed, laughing, “Don’t you dare!”

Meryl peered up at her from the floor, rubbing his bruised ass with eyes narrowed in challenge, then pinned her to the headboard rasping in his intimidating tone, “You’ll pay for that, bitch.”

Her lips turned up in a sultry smile and she whispered, “More Hawaiian Delite? It’s on the menu for only one night.”

Meryl growled and lunged at her.

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It’s Not About The Ring

The Ring

 

 

Julie squirmed in a lawn chair, facing her best friend, still wounded and angry that Brad didn’t respect her feelings.

Jerry was the only one she told her secrets to. He had never betrayed her trust so it was no accident that she would drive an hour to confide in him, rather than five minutes to be in the company of anyone else.

Jerry took a long drink of a cold beer noting that Julie looked like she was about to bust. He leaned forward to take her hand,

“What’s up, Jules?”

She threaded her fingers through his drawing comfort from his nearness, “He proposed, Jerry. My worst suspicion is confirmed. He had a ring.”

Jerry cocked his brow intrigued, wondering how she would answer. She was wicked-smart, had big dreams to fulfill and was clueless about men, “And?”

“And he doesn’t even know me!”

“Jules, come on now. He’s known you for years.”

It was horrible, Jerry! It was an enormous, gaudy diamond half as big as my fist! You know the sickening things that have happened to diamond miners and the wars in Africa. We have to make a start if it’s ever going to end. How often have I said ‘I’ll never accept a blood diamond?’”

“Yes well, there is that,” he offered, moving to the edge of her chaise, “What did you do, hit him over the head with a baseball bat, push him out of a speeding car, hire a hit man,” he asked, hoping to make her smile.

“I closed the box, pushed it away and said I would never want that ring! Honestly, he should know that by now. It’s obvious he doesn’t respect my convictions or me,” She turned tear-filled eyes away.

Jerry put a comforting arm around her saying, “Don’t worry, Jules. Brad is a good guy. He respects you.”

Julie sipped a strawberry wine cooler, sniffling as she asked, “You really think so?”

“Of course I do. This is just a miscommunication. Most people are all talk, but you live your convictions. He really thought you would want a traditional engagement ring, albeit an impressive one, but I think I can fix this.”

“Yeah? I think he’s gone forever,” She sobbed.

“No way. You just leave it to me. Now, go pick out a movie and I’ll things better,” He assured her, smiling at her youth, angst, ambition and fiery temper, thinking, Love is a bitch. It makes the most stable of us nuts.

Julie wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his forehead before hugging him to her. She rose and turned around while he resisted the urge to pinch her cute, little ass.

Watching her disappear into the house, he cleared his mind and hit the first speed-dial, “Brad?”

“Speaking.”

“It’s Jerry. Listen, buddy boy, it’s not about the ring,”

Brad cut him off anxiously, “It’s not? What then?”

“Like I said, it’s not about the ring, Brad. It’s the rock.”

“Oh man! Jerry, I knew that but it’s an engagement ring. It’s supposed to be a diamond. I guess. I fucked up royally.”

“No you didn’t. It’s love. There’s a reason they call it a sickness,” he chuckled, “We’re watching her favorite, sappy, chick-flick.”

“I should talk to her.” Brad said, more like a question than a statement.

“Trust me” Jerry grinned, “Not until after the movie. You owe me a beer, bud.”

“Jerry, I owe you a 12-pack. Thanks man, you saved our butts again.”

“Yeah, yeah,” He grinned, “Put it on my tab.”

Jerry pressed “End” muttering, And she’d beat me with a bat if she knew I helped you shop for it.

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Passion's Invocation

Soft Summer Rain

Soft Summer Rain

Soft Summer Rain

There is a soft rain falling tonight and all I can think about is what I would love to do to you, with you, if you were here with me. I would start the evening by bringing you several Wild Turkey shots, not enough to get you drunk, just blissfully relaxed. Then I would pull you up, full length against me, to kiss your lips softly until your hands were in my hair showing me how you want it.

I would take both your hands in mine and pull you out onto the steps and into the rain. Gently, I would push you down to kneel before you. I would massage and kiss the back of your neck sensuously, taking the time to inhale you with all of my senses. Slowly, I would kiss your neck and shoulders, from back to front, listening to your breathing so I would know everywhere and every way that you like to be kissed.

Once I had taken in the feel and scent of you, I would pull the shirt from your hard chest, suckle your tiny nipples, and kiss you down the length of your abdomen. Lightly, I would run my nails up and down your crotch and zipper until I must strip them from you. I would tear the buttons to your jeans open with my teeth.

I would move to brush your lips with mine and then briefly pull you up to strip your boxers off. Then I would move away slightly, to admire your muscled physique in the moonlight, wanting to memorize every inch of you. I have always believed that a woman should know her man intimately, with her whole being, sparing not one tiny detail about him.

After drinking you in with my eyes for a long moment, I would drop to my knees to kiss and nip the insides of your firm your thighs; starting on one side and working my way up, meaning to mark you, but just a little bit. I would take my time, lightly bruising the tender flesh there, which would elicit soft, expectant groans from you.

Then I would pause, just a fraction of an inch from the apex of your desire to breathe heavily against your hard, thick cock, and let you hope for more. I would smile devilishly in the darkness, knowing that I have only just begun; that I intend to torture you for as long we both can stand it.

You would pull my long hair down across your strong thighs to wrap it around your hardness, in that gentle, provocative way you have about you, titillating your cock and balls as I take you between my lips and nothing more, just holding you there with my lips wrapped tightly around you.

As I would breathe hotly against your pulsing need, I know you would be torn between the need to fuck my mouth hard, and the desire to obey my unspoken command. Finally, you would opt to be still and wait for me to make the next move. Making love is, at times, a power struggle between us that we both delight in. I would make no sudden movements, just slow, deliberate actions that would lead you to the impossible heights of your longing need and darkest desires.

I would feel, squeeze, and knead your full, firm balls with my fingers and palms, massaging all of your most sensitive places, until I am compelled to taste you. I’d run the tip of my hot, moist tongue up and down the entire length of you, making you wait, forcing you to slow to my pace.

Then I’d claim the long, thick girth of you with my whole mouth, pushing you down my clutching throat as deeply as far as I can take you, and always pulling back to the very tip of your throbbing cock; so ready, so strong against my tongue and filling my mouth. However, I would be in no hurry this night.

I would continue my pace for hours, for tonight, forever, sucking you more deeply into me, in an agonizingly slow rhythm, tightly forcing my ravenous lips down over your steel-hard shaft to pull back even more slowly, over and again, until you could barely stand to wait. I would pleasure you just that way, repeatedly, until you would be moaning my name, with your guttural groans filling the night sky and still I would show you no mercy.

I would be pushing and pulling my lips up and down the steel-hard strength of you, always to pull back with unbearable suction, and then force my tight lips down over you, all the way down, until you are balls deep in my mouth. I would set a pace that would drive you mad, fill you with lust, and make you beg for release.

Just when you were sure that you could stand no more, I would release you from the sweet prison of my mouth to stroke you, softly at first, with my hands, fingers, and palms. Lightly, I would trail my fingertips up and down the thick, hard length of you, even as a fiery, torturous, ache begins between my own thighs.

Finally, I would trap you with my lips, sucking both of your exquisitely tight balls into my hungry mouth, suckling them with my tongue wrapped around you. I would be lost in the rapture that we create and share together, while you groan, squirm, and buck.

We would be so lost in each other, in the beauty of us that is our all-consuming love, lust, and passion, so lost that we would not care who might spy us from the nearby street and homes. I would only care that I mean to have my way with you for the entire night.

I would envelope you wholly, to please and tease, pleasure and titillate torture and tantalize you, starting, and stopping, over and again, to take you to the ultimate edge of orgasm and force you wait. My only desire this night, would be to please you more deeply than ever before, and to make you cum harder and longer than you ever knew you could.

When you do hear voices close by, you would gently try to squirm away, to voice your objections, still trying to make yourself heard, but your halfhearted complaints would be ignored. I would cover your mouth with my own, kissing you deeply, intensely and passionately, to make you forget yourself.

Soon, the voices would fade as others take shelter from the rain, so I would return my lips to your delicious, granite erection that seems made for me. I would begin sucking you up and down the sides of your luscious cock, kissing and laving your balls in frenzied, white-hot need. Again, I would mouth fuck you fiercely, knowing that I would be frenzied with want of you. Eventually, both of us would be lost to the wild abandon of our animistic desire for each other. I would be lost in showing you all of the emotions I have, that I could not voice.

Finally, I would lavish suckling kisses there as you close your eyes and growl softly into the night sky. The scents and sounds of your exquisite pleasure would urge me on, so I would lower myself to kiss you between your legs, and down over your thighs while I stroke your hardening cock. I would alternate between hard and fast, to soft, sensual slowness, doing anything to keep you off balance so that you could not guess my next move.

I would leave small hickeys on your thighs and capture your balls in my mouth, to suck them hard as I stroked your throbbing cock, until I could feel your pre-cum begin. Then I would move to lick, taste, and kiss the head of your hard, aching cock, sucking you into my mouth deeper and listening to your breathing. I love that your moans and growls always tell me what I need to know.

When your breathing becomes fast and shallow, I would tip my head back and swallow your granite cock down my throat, moving my head to push and pull you into and out of my throat as it clutches around you.

You would hold my head in your hands, and slam your balls against my lips while I stroke you with my tongue and wrap it around your turgid length, forcing you to push and pull your hardness through my moist, velvet tongue.

As I could feel how close you are getting, I would suck you even harder until you finally explode, with your steel-hard length deep inside of me. Your throbbing girth against the walls of my throat would shove me over the precipice, and my soaking wet pussy would contract around you, violently.

Then I would suckle you softly, ever so lightly, until you were entirely satiated and completely spent. I would not move to release you from my hot, moist mouth until you were completely and utterly satisfied.

At last, I would pull you up, to crush you to me and kiss you lovingly, letting the rain soak both of us, and I know I would already be thinking of how much fun we would have drying each other off.

 

 

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