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Iowa Assignment

Iowa Assignment

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Mia stood resolutely in her boss’ office, with white-knuckled hands gripping the edge of his desk. 


“You’re sending me to Iowa? Iowa? For God’s sake, Hal! I said I needed time to think not miles and miles of nothing to do,” she argued.


“You’re going,” he stated emphatically.



“Hal! I’m a Reporter! What in hell is there to report in friggin’ Iowa? Did someone see Jesus in a cloud,” she spat with incredulity.


“Mia, you’re getting married in a month. Even if you don’t attend the meeting, I’m making you go. Go and think about this,” Hal insisted, not backing down.
 

His face was filled with concern and his brows furrowed every time he looked in her direction. Mia took a deep breath and relented slightly,


“Enforced vacation,” she queried.



“Yes,” he said unapologetically, “You’re engaged but not wearing his ring. Face it, there’s something wrong in paradise. Spend some time at Sycamore Access. Take some fabulous pictures. Sit by the river and really think about this. You’re not happy, Mia.”



Mia stepped back and took a seat in the leather chair, recalling how arguments as vehement as this one used to end in wildly passionate sex. Her heart dropped from chest to feet. She knew he was right.


“Okay,” Mia agreed, “On one condition,” she said with a hungry smile as she stood and walked toward him.


Hal grinned tentatively, backing up in his seat, warning, “Mia,” but she knew he still wanted her as much as she wanted him.



Mia approached like a cat preparing to pounce. Hal pushed his chair back until it hit the wall. He was trapped. She grinned licking her lips.


She unzipped her skirt and stepped out of a black half-slip revealing garte belt, black stockings and heels. She leaned down to unbuckle his belt and remove his dress slacks.


“Mia,” Hal warned, drawing her name out, “What are you doing? Remember, you’re en—”


She placed two fingers over his mouth and quietly shushed him, “Shhh. Don’t,” she instructed him.


Hal fell silent. They hadn’t made love in months. Both had reluctantly agreed that an office romance was entirely too complicated, especially in an office filled with nosy reporters.


Finally he was naked from the waist down and Mia seized the moment. He was already harder than she had ever seen him and closed her lips around him. She ran her tongue around the head of his stiff cock as his head fell back and he releasing a groan.


Mia pushed him fully into her mouth through tight, sucking lips while stroking his length with her warm, moist tongue. Slowly, she pulled away and straddled him. Hal gripped her ass whispering how he had missed this.


“Mmm hmm,” she replied, unable to speak intelligently. Mia watched his face, his closed eyes, the wrinkles in his brow disappearing, and then pushed up and down his entire length. God, he was hard.



Hal grasped her tight little ass cheeks more tightly and stood to push her down on his desk. She pulled up her knees and perched four-inch stilettos at the edge of his desk while he ravaged her, kissing her everywhere he could reach, pounding her tight wetness while his balls slapped her ass.

Hal pinched her pink nipples softly squeezing her full, aching breasts, making consummate love until they built a crescendo that insisted on release.


Mia bit her lip hard to stifle a scream, and he held his breath as his thick girth throbbed inside of her.


By the time they were spent, it looked like a small bomb had detonated in his office, just like old times, Mia reminisced. She knew it was now or never. She had him exactly where she wanted him.


Mia’s breath caught as he softened, still sheathed deeply within her, and said,  “Please Hal, don’t make me go.”


She plead batting eyelashes slightly as Hal reached for his desk drawer. She waited pensively, wondering what he would find to use for a makeshift toy. Instead, he retrieved the airline ticket and stuffed it into her parted crimson lips.



“You’re going,” he said staunchly.



Mia groaned, rolling her eyes, and mumbled around the envelope, “Alone or tickets for two?”



Hal turned to retrieve clothing insisting, “Alone, then, we’ll think about what comes next,” with the grin of a cat with canary feathers protruding from its mouth.



“Okay, okay,” she laughed at his determination, “but I’m already looking forward to my return!”



“I’ll pick you up at the airport,” Hal taunted, “Wear something sexy and no underwear except stockings and garters.”



Mia grinned at her victorious defeat knowing that she wouldn’t have as much to think over, now that they were beginning again.


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Finally

Finally

 

Finally

 

Slowly, I am dragging the tip of my hot tongue up the beast, lightly suckling until I can nuzzle your balls while I kneel between your thighs. You are harder than I knew you could be and I want to linger here, breathing hotly against your erection as I explore and learn you again.

You are urging me to quicken the pace, but I have you trapped exactly where I want you, kissing and suckling your balls, stroking your cock, and memorizing you with my lips and tongue.

I am tasting, titillating, and lingering overlong, knowing that you cannot pull away, and loving this sweet torment because it was so very hard won.

I move to find the best position in which to stroke you lightly with the tips of my fingers, scalding a trail on your skin and building a desirous tempest. I tighten my hand around your hard length as I suck your full, firm balls into my hungry mouth.

You drive your hands into my hair, shaking with desire, and I am loathe to let this moment change, but cannot stop myself. I increase suction of my wanting lips as I stroke you harder and faster, but change incrementally to unbalance what you expect.

This is a battle of wills and I intend to be victorious, so I lick, stroke, and nip at your nerves of steel and powerful resolve, silently assuring myself, I will break your stubborn concentration.

The aching dampness between my thighs is nearly more than I can stand. I need your fulfillment, but more than that, I want to tattoo you; to bruise and brand you with bruises and tiny nips to your marble strength.

Holding your erection with one hand, I am moving my lips and tongue up and down your growing girth, sucking hard and then softly, quickening and then moving with maddening slowness; tasting, kissing, fondling, and feeling your balls and butt cheeks with the other.

You’re trembling with need, longing for release, but I grip your the perfect curve of your ass with both hands and spank you hard, showing you no mercy, as I battle your obstinate will. I am trying to shove you past your determined precipice to send you reeling into ecstasy, when suddenly your emotional armor begins to fail.

I have been aching for this moment, when I feel your tenacious grip slip and I move to wrap my tongue around your rampant desire, sliding skillfully up your strong shaft, branding you with my lips all the way down to your soul.

Just as you reach the end of your control, I pull you to me hard and tilt my head back to feel the entire thick length of you pulsing in my throat, and I swallow hard against the last of your aching erection, spasming within the tight confines there, and adding the element of pressure to the last of your orgasm.

When I have drained you entirely, I curl into your muscled arms, softly breathing, “I love you” against your hard chest and close my eyes. Both of us have finally found release, assurance and fulfillment, to dream of until I wake you in the morning.

“Good night, my Bit,” you whisper, and the love in your voice ushers me into sleep, filled with assurance that it is all I need to make my life whole and complete.

 

 
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Eve, Neil, and Adam 2

Eve, Neil, and Adam

Part 2

Eve

 

Eve sat in her Firebird thinking about canceling vacation but the idea of selective companionship, already programmed with her personal data, became too tempting to turn down. She realized, I would not have to lift a finger. I will have a robot slave. After some time weighing her options, with Adam slumped next to her in the passenger seat, Eve decided to pamper herself and recover from her breakup alone, but not entirely.

 

Working for a company with the leading technology, innovation, and inventions had its perks. Instead of the difficult process of meeting a new man, or bringing a friend, it was going to complicate things. There was work, vacation time, and schedules to consider. Eve had another option. A better one, she smiled to herself.

 

She put on her business face and dialed Neil from the parking lot. “Neil,” she began, “I’m sorry about earlier. I’d be happy to make this a working vacation. Is the project entirely ready to roll”?

 

“Yes, Neil answered, noticeably relieved, “we have implanted new programming, sensors, and circuitry, some of which may surprise you. It is nothing to be worried about, but we do need to test it in the field. Just take notes and keep a log of behaviors. Now that it has the capacity to learn from its own technology, field work is imperative”.

 

“Of course, is there anything else I should be aware of”?

 

“Nothing I can think of just now. Bring your phone. If you observe unacceptable words or behaviors, shut it down and call me. I can run diagnostic tests and do further programming from here”.

 

“Okay, Neil. Do you have any parting instructions”?

 

“Yes, actually. Remember to enjoy your vacation, Eve. I’ll need you to be tip top when you come back,” Neil said softly, “and don’t get lost in the mountains or eaten by a bear”.

 

Eve blushed. She knew that Neil was fond of her but tended to forget about it while at work. Typically, he was all business all the time.

 

“I won’t,” she smiled demurely, “but if a mountain man comes to take me away from all this, you’re out of luck,” she laughed.

 

Eve was actually relieved that she did not have to concern herself with schedules, awkwardness, or getting to know someone new. Adam was not going to care if she dropped a two-ton safe on his head. She could engage and disengage him at will, and pack him into the car and shut him down. However, it certainly does not hurt that he looks real and hot, she smiled.

 

She checked into a cabin that was all she had wanted for vacation this year. It was rustic and tucked into trees overlooking a freshwater lake just beyond the hill. The mountains smelled of fresh air, damp earth, and pine. Eve had longed for this place. She breathed in the mountain air, filling her lungs with the taste of vitality, indelibly memorizing a place that could cleanse her soul.

 

The pile of logs by the front door spoke of long evenings relaxing by the fireplace with brandy snifter and a new romance novel in hand that she had not cracked the cover on yet. The lake tugged at her thoughts, beckoning her to take a loaf of bread and go feed the evening creatures. She looked into the sky knowing there was not a lot of daylight left.

 

Eve clicked a button on her tiny remote and Adam came to life, sitting up and squaring his shoulders. With several more manipulations, Adam was ready to act real. She then sat at a table perusing the programming manual, running minor diagnostics, and thinking about the Romance Software Package. No, not yet, she decided.

 

She closed the laptop and went to work opening windows and shaking dust off the blankets, pillows, and comforters in the cabin, which sat closed and stagnant for a year before her arrival. Exhaustion set in as she hung the last blanket on the line.

 

As though he had read her thoughts, Adam turned and said, “I’ll build a fire and prepare dinner. Would you like an apéritif”?

 

She nodded her agreement and Adam poured a snifter of black cherry brandy. Reclining in an overstuffed chair, Eve admired the handsome look of this model, from his wavy hair down to his well-muscled buttocks. She ached to grip his flesh in her hands and draw his body tightly to hers.

 

Catching the turn of her thoughts, she jumped from her chair as though it were on fire, and rummaged through her bag for her smartphone. Eve opened a page, determined to begin her log.

 

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, knowing that Neil would read it. She decided to begin with brief notes, which she would alter before anyone could be the wiser. Quickly she pecked out Remember, that is not real skin. Project Adam is not a real man. Control your machine.

 

Suddenly, Adam touched her shoulder and asked if he could draw a bath for her. She gave a silent nod of approval, and then realized she had not programmed Adam with the Romance Package. She knew instantly that Neil had programmed it from the office. Neil, I’m going to get even for this and it won’t be pretty, she threatened in mind, but first, I’m taking a steaming hot bath, you lucky bastard.

 

As darkness shrouded the wooded cabin, Eve manipulated buttons to impart instructions and then moved to sit before a roaring fire while Adam cleaned up dinner. She snuggled into several overstuffed pillows, wrapped in a bathrobe with her freshly scrubbed skin scented lavender.

 

Eve fell into deep, restorative sleep, thinking, I am still going to get you for this, Neil.

 

As if he had heard the threat, a cold chill ran down Neil’s spine. He chuckled to himself wondering what torment she planned to unleash on him when she returned. Cringing, he whispering under his breath, I hope she does not kill the project. He costs more than my house.

 

 

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Passion's Invocation, TMI Tuesday

TMI Tuesday 11-8-2016

Hi folks!

As the world knows it is crazy-time with elections in the USA, on this TMI Tuesday. Today’s questions were created by Recusen and little ol’ me. There are many types of elections–student council, city government, civic club boards, union leadership, executive boards, Homeowners Associations, and more.

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Refer to any type of recent elections as you answer the following questions.

1. I think more favorably about a candidate who has family, such as a spouse and kid(s)
True or False

2. I am more likely to support a candidate who has my same religious beliefs?
True or False

3. I am skeptical of anyone running for any type of office if they are devoutly religious.
a. I agree
b. I somewhat agree
c. I disagree

4. If a candidate has a sex scandal, I will not vote for them.
a. True
b. False

5. If a candidate was involved in a sex scandal more than a decade ago:
a. I don’t care, it will not affect my view of the candidate
b. Scandal is scandal, I cannot support that candidate
c. Everyone has sex, sex is not scandalous, I don’t care about a candidate’s sex life
e. For me to be swayed by a candidate’s sex scandal it would have to be something huge, heinous and against humanity

6. I like when candidates call each other names and get into negative verbal sparring.
a. Yes – It’s exciting to know the dirt
b. No – It’s a waste of time, I learn nothing about either candidate

Some of each. It speaks to a candidate’s character and reveals truths which were covered up.

7. Do you vote? Why or why not?

Yes. We fought for the right.

8. When it comes to campaign ads, which kind do you respond to:
a. Negative ads
b. Positive ads

Neither

9. Has a campaign ever swayed your vote?

Yes

10. Do you pay attention to who placed/paid for the ad?

Yes

Bonus: Select all that you agree with, select as many or as few as you like.
a. U.S. Presidential campaign lasts way too long
b. U.S. candidates for President waste a lot of money
c. 2016 U.S. Presidential Race is a steaming pile of poo! 

11-8-2016

We started with 14 candidates and it came down to this?!

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How to play TMI Tuesday: Copy the above TMI Tuesday questions to your webspace (i.e., a blog). Answer the questions there, then leave a comment below, on this blog post, so we’ll all know where to read your responses. Please don’t forget to link to tmituesdayblog from your website!