Sunday, April 17, 2011

The Boardroom

"Oh my God, it's Donna.... please God, not today.  Please don't let her royal hotness sit beside me.  There are so many vacant seats.  Oh, not here, not now."  Eric mumbled to himself as he caught Donna's sashaying hips strutting towards him in the Boardroom.

"Hello Eric, are you ready for today?  I heard you frantically tried to piece all of your slides together last night.  Did you finish them?" Donna's chirpy voice sounded excited.  She moves provocatively and sat right beside Eric.
"Uhm .. ah...err... yeah, yes, I think so" Eric badly stuttered in reply, stealing a quick glance at Donna's silky legs.  Her short, tight black skirt rolled up as she sat revealing almost her entire thighs.  The rest, just barely hidden, is an image Eric has always thought about, days and nights, especially in the privacy of his shower.
"Gosh Eric, it's pretty hot in here.  They should adjust the thermostat.  There will be more people coming in.  I better take this off while the meeting has not started or I'll look like a sweat hog."  She laughed that sexy laugh and took off her navy blue coat, "I'll just put it back on when it's a little cooler, huh?"
Eric's throat dries up as he sees Donna was not wearing a bra under her white button-down top, and three of the buttons were open.  He sees her luscious mounds and his dick automatically stands in attention and starts twitching. "Good God, holy shit..." He crosses his legs to obscure the sight of his boner and curses under his breath.
"Don't you want to take off your suit first?"  Donna asks Eric looking at him intently.  "I think we are two early birdies to be here ahead of the pack, 20 minutes before show time.  I bet the rest will be fashionably late"  she pauses and surveys him; sees beads of sweat on Eric's forehead,  "Look at you, you're sweating."
"No.  I'm fine Donna.  Really.  Just feeling a bit edgy."  Eric replies to Donna, trying very hard to keep eye contact but his gaze keeps sliding down to her half-parted lips.  His groin stirs some more.  "What the fuck am I doing? And she smells so good ... somebody help me."
Donna suddenly touches his thigh, lightly, he almost screamed, "Eric, will you relax?  You're making me jumpy.  You have done this before and you're good at it." And she adds quite softly,   "Come on, it's just a business review."
"I want to bang your brains out Donna, on this table.  It's not the slides or the presentation that's making me sweat.  do you hear me?" Eric almost said this out loud, but he didn't.  His hands were shaking so badly as kept looking at her thighs and pink nipples.  
He dropped his pen.  Donna and Eric simultaneously bent down to get his pen, and much to Eric's shock, Donna without any prodding, just went under the table and squats exactly in front of his crotch.  She smiles naughtily and immediately unzips him.  She giggled as his swelling, throbbing dick literally popped out of his boxers like a Jack-in-the-Box.  She raised his eyes to look at him and smiled naughtily.  Eric's jaws drop as she began stroking him, "Holy crap!" he whispered.  He felt her tongue roll around his sensitive head, slowly licking his shaft, he squirms.  He felt her grip tighten, she slowly puts the head in her mouth and sucks on it softly, gently, he feels his entire spine quivering.  She places her fingers under his balls and gently caresses his inflamed vein, and slowly works on sucking half of his shaft, from the head, to the whole of it.  She was sucking all of him now, he places his hand on her head and pushes her to his crotch some more.  Eric closes his eyes biting his lower lips to stifle any sound.  He gropes down to touch her breast, moves his hand inside her blouse and he feels her nipples harden under his fingers.  He hears her sigh softly.  She started sucking harder, squeezing his cock between her palates ... in and out, in and out, and then from hard and soft to hard and fast, and faster.  He had waited far too long for this moment.  His muscles tensed up, all his nerves completely electrified and stimulated, he explodes and unloads all of his cum into her mouth.  He sighed deeply,  sweat beads now streaking down on his face.  He lets out a small grunt.
He feels a light touch on his forearm, "Eric!  Eric?  Eric wake up!"  Donna's sweet voice. "They're here.  The meeting is being called to order."
"Huh? W-Wh-whu-what?" startled, Eric's eyes widened when he saw the Boardroom almost full.  People were taking their seats, shuffling documents and stirring their coffee.  He turned to look at Donna, she was wearing the navy blue suit now, he looks around, trying to get a grip of the reality facing him.  He looks down and he sees a huge wet spot on his gray slacks right on his crotch.  He grabs his files and folders, and runs outside of the Boardroom, muttering some excuse while everybody looked at one another with questions on their faces.  The Chairman of the Board looked at Donna, she shook her head and casually shrugged her shoulders.

Monday, April 11, 2011


Camila stared back at the woman looking at her in the mirror.  Round ebony eyes, high cheekbones, a prominent jaw-line that adds an aristocratic touch to an otherwise very feminine and soft Hispanic face.  The woman's black wavy hair cascades over shoulders and falls down to cover the mounds of her endowed breasts.  She slowly brushes her hair and glances at the small clock propped at the dresser top.  "What could be taking him so long?" her mind flies, a faint smile on her full lips.  She thinks of Enrique.  Enrique, the only man she will ever love with complete abandon.  Enrique who gives her everything any woman needs,  all her desires; who pleasures her to great heights, not any man she ever had, have brought her to.  To have Enrique with her for a lifetime is her only happiness.  Camila looks at the woman in the mirror.  She sees an undeniable veil of sadness clouding her black eyes.  Ironically, the depth of sentiment is overshadowed by the tingling in her body.  She needs him tonight and the longer the minutes pass, the more she aches for him.

Enrique paces on the wide balcony of his bedroom.  He drags a cigarette and nervously peeks at the woman in bed.  His impatience building up every minute, the stirring in his groins were getting furious.  It happens every time he will go to Camila; the thought of her soft body wakens his manhood instinctively.   He observes the woman's breathing intently, the regular pace of the wheezing sound meant she was fast asleep.  He stubs his cigarette and walks soundlessly into the bedroom.  He gives one more glance at the woman, then carefully walked out of the door.

Camila was lying in bed over the covers.  She is completely naked.  She imagines how Enrique feels inside her.   She lets out a small gasp, closes her eyes and starts pleasuring herself.  The door opens without a sound.  Camila unknowingly continued moaning softly at her self-indulgence, she didn't notice the man standing by the door.
Enrique watches Camila with a wide grin on his face and a full erection.  He quickly undresses, careful not to make a sound, and crept towards the bed noiselessly.  He jumped her, covering her mouth with kisses to stifle her from screaming.  She kissed him back, passionately, her body heat increasing and wraps her legs around his naked body.  She grabs at his tool right away as he touches her wetness, he cooed, "You are a very naughty girl, Camila, were you thinking of me?"
She tugged at his hard dick, stroked it and said, "No.  I was thinking of him."  They giggled and went back kissing torridly, hungrily, their hands busy groping and fondling each other.  Enrique worked his kisses down from Camila's lips, jaw, chin, neck.  He cupped both her breasts, squeezed them together and buried his face between them. He alternately sucked on her nipples, making sloshing sounds like he is lapping a lemon rind, she hushed him,  "Sssshh, you are making too much noise."
He snickered, "Am I?" and went down to spread her legs, licked her and pushed two fingers inside her.  Her feet flexed and her muscles tensed.  She clenches her fist and bites it.  She tried to stop herself from screaming.  She grabbed onto Enrique's unruly, wavy hair and pushed his face into her.  He looked at at her, his eyes teasing, his tongue vigorously wagging on her clit, her body shook violently as she dripped all over his face.  Enrique shifts and lies on his back gently pushing Camila's head down to his crotch.  He was so hard his balls ached, his length touching past his navel. She went down and worked him.  He exclaimed, "Hijo de puta, Camila, eres tan muy caliente, you suck so good!" She stops and hissed between gritted teeth, "Que bruto Enrique, you make more noise and I am going to bite your fucking head off."  Enrique pleaded, "No por favor Camila, don't stop.  She is fast asleep.  She would never hear us.  Por favor..." and he slightly pushes her head down again.  Camila resisted once more.    "She is paralyzed Enrique, not deaf, loco!"
Enrique grabs Camila's hips and flips her over abruptly (he's 6'2" height and stocky frame was no match with her svelte 5'3" figure).  He roughly spread her butt cheeks, pulls her hair and pushes his swelling dick into her.  She completely loses it and shrieks.  He gets more excited and hammers faster, his groaning getting louder.  "I want to hear you Camila, do you want me to fuck you? Dime, do you like my hard banging? Eh?  Do you like my hard, big cock inside you? DIME!"  He barked.  "Si, si, me gusta mucho Enrique" she said under her breath. 
He bellowed, louder this time, "Dime Camila, I can not hear you!"  He pounds her harder and bores a finger into her anus.  She started wailing and cawing, "Si Enrique, oh mi Dios, yes, yes, yesss, ohhh fuck me.  Fuck me hard Enrique.  Harder! Faster!"  She screeched.  They hump and grind, harder and faster, their loud voices echoed on the walls, forgetting where they are, who they are.  She groaned, he growled, they cursed, they called each other's names.  The dirty talk and the squawking didn't stop; the bed springs chimed in, the head boards repetitively banged on the wall disruptive of the tranquillity of the night.

In the other room, the woman's breathing apparatus made irregular wheezing sounds.  Her vitals going in peaks and valleys.  Monica lies awake, unmoving, still.  Monica's complete paralysis was a result of a medical error of her anaesthesiologist during childbirth.  She lost her baby too, in the process.  That was two years ago.  She did not regain most of her faculties, unfortunately, her auditory sense is intact.  Enrique had hired Camila to be Monica's full-time Nurse and she took residence in their own house.  Monica always knew that Enrique and Camila are lovers.  Every single day, she prays and asks God, why she is still alive.  She believes in her heart that it would have been more peaceful and acceptable for all had she just died in the operating table with her baby.
Monica stares blankly at the night sky through the open balcony.  There are no stars.  She hears the sound of risqué sex in the other room.  Quiet tears stream down her cheeks, she badly wants to wipe them off, but she can't.  She closed her eyes and more tears gush out.  She shuts her mind and sings in her head; "Hush little baby don't say a word, Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird ..."

Saturday, April 9, 2011

Ooops. (True Confessions)

It was one of those dreary weekends and all I really wanted to do was stay in bed and sleep.  Marie, my crime partner and BFF (also a professed "nagger"), is all set to meet up with hunky new squeeze, Bobby.  Bobby is bringing a friend along, Rico, said to be dying to meet me.  My mobile's constant buzzing is so annoying I forced to drag myself out of bed.  I took a long tub soak and decided to go along with Marie's plan to meet up at a Club.

I wore a an acid washed low rise jeans, cream wedge espadrilles, white cropped off-shoulder tube top.  I was too lazy to fix up, I kept my hair down, added some blush, lip gloss, grabbed my pouch and drove to the Club.
Bobby and Rico looked fresh out of a GQ cover shoot.  Marie scowled when she saw me.  I smirked and hissed, "Well at least, I'm here."
The Margaritas were delightfully refreshing and the guacamole dip was divine so I was having a sweet, relaxing time.
Bobby and Marie shamelessly 'PDA''-ed (Public Display of Affection) as we drank.  Rico tried his best not to stare at my nipples or check out my thongs.  It was cute.  He was funny in a nerdy way but he isn't going to get any tonight, not from me.  The 6th pitcher of Margarita came with a fresh batch of chips and dip.  The tequila starting to kick in in our party of four, and Rico was getting rather frisky.  I was toying with the idea of a French escape when a couple struts towards our table.  Marie squealed, "OMG, Karen, you are soooo late, we are on our sixth round!"  I sneaked a sharp look at Marie, she knows that Karen hates me for reasons only her deluded mind understands, and I also find her company too loud.  It was mutual.
A piping, nasal voice said, "Well Jake here took forever to convince to come with me, so let's party!" Karen announced as her arms wrap around the waist of the "certified hot hunk" beside her.
Introductions ensued.  Our table was just for four, but it had to do given the weekend crowd at the Club.  Rico stood to go to the john, Jake, Karen's boy-toy, sat right beside me.  Sulkily, Karen sat on his left side.  Next to me was the wall.  He looked at me and I felt a jolt in my spine.  Dark brown hair and hazel eyes, bronze skin, chiseled face and eyelashes to die for. Where the hell does Karen pick up this men? I looked back and checked him out the same way he was checking me out.  His toned muscles bulged under his shirt and jeans.  Rugged.  Fierce.
"We have not met," his voice was low but kind, "I met Marie a couple of weeks ago."
I knew Karen was straining to listen to the conversation, so I spoke loud enough to be heard above the Club music and noise, "We girls go a long way, too long," I chortled.  He just stared and I felt awfully uneasy. I can't do much about my nips all of a sudden standing in attention.
Rico returned.  Jake ignored him.  Karen slid to another seat, but Jake stayed beside me.  Rico ended seated between them.
I looked at Rico and shrugged, he smiled shyly.  Jake turned to look at him briefly then turned back to face me and chit chat.
Karen crossed her arms and leered.  
The seventh and eight pitched of Margarita arrived.  Jake had a beer instead.  We continued talking and drinking and laughing.  Jake ignored Karen's motions and chose to subtly sit rather close to me, too close, that our bodies were touching and our thighs connected.  Each time he moved, his arms would brush my breasts.  I did not flinch at all.  I was getting totally turned on and feeling sticky and wet where it shouldn't be.
While the drinking went on, I noticed his breathing getting uneven, his body heat rising I can almost choke on his cologne.  The look on Karen's suspicious face was priceless though.
Under the table, I felt his hand stroke my inner thigh, I gasped.  I discreetly tried to take his hand off, but he held my hand and squeezed it.  I felt a knot twitch inside me and my eyes widened that Marie noticed it.
"Are you okay Tricia?  Can you still drive?" she asked with concern on her voice.
I twisted my hand away from his, I almost stuttered, "Of course I can, silly!  I'm not even woozy."
Jake suddenly turned to me, "No, you're not driving Patricia.  I am taking you home."
WHAT??? We all protested simultaneously.  When the 'buts' and the noise of disagreements died down, it was pointless.  Even Rico kept quiet.  Karen was fuming in the ears.
I decided one last attempt, "Look, we can drive in a convoy."
Jake's face turned dark and serious, "I am taking you home.  My driver will bring your car to your place.  It's settled and final. And we are leaving."  He took my hand, publicly now and I looked at the group.  They were just as stunned as I was.  We said our quick goodbyes, Jake motioned to one of the waiters and paid the bill.
We walked out of the Club, he held my hand like a father held his little daughter and led me through the crowd. He flicked his mobile while we walked and phoned someone.  When we got outside, he turned to me and asked for my valet ticket.  A man in a gray uniform came up to us and Jake handed him the valet ticket.  His SUV was waiting and the minute he shut his door, I rattled, "Dude, what's your thing huh?  I did not want to make a scene inside the bar but you're such an ass, and you dumped your date!"
He leaned towards me and held my face with both hands and kissed me.  I blinked.  His lips were soft, wet, and hot. I tried, weakly, to push him away, yet I found myself kissing him back and our tongues played.  He placed his right hand under my tube blouse and touched me.  I hear myself moan.  I opened my eyes and push him away this time.
My throat dry, I rasped, "Please take me home."
He started the truck and fixed his crotch.  My eyeballs nearly popped out when I saw the huge boner he had making his jeans too tight.  I felt myself pulsing.
He drove and we casually engaged in conversation, he touched my cheek every time he can.  He is not dating Karen, they met through common friends and Karen had been asking him to go out since.  Tonight he finally said yes, but they came in separate cars.  He asked if I lived alone, I told him my parents would have arrived for their weekend visit.
Just as abruptly as I said that, he swerved the car and drove to another direction.  We stopped after a few minutes in a vacant parking lot of what looked like a Clubhouse, under large, old trees shading the night sky.
He quickly unfastened his seat belt and mine and he reclined his seat.  He asked if I would recline mine, I hesitated a bit but I did anyway.  His Escalade was quite roomy.  I was barely reclined when he attacked me with kisses, on my lips, ears, down my neck.  He was ravaging me and I just let him.  He savagely took off his shirt.
He pulled my tube top down and my breasts bounced freely.  He gazed at them like a hungry hyena about to eat fresh meat.  My nips stood out in excitement.  He cupped them both and alternately sucked noisily, kissing and licking.  He murmured, "You're driving me crazy."  I giggled.   He stopped and stared at me intently, "You have no idea how wickedly sexy you are, do you?"  I fluttered my eyes.  He smiled, he had a little dimple indenting his right cheek, I touched it. "Even when you play silly Patricia, you are sinfully delicious to eat."
He opened his jeans and displayed his huge manhood with all the micro-veins dilated and ready to burst.  How hot can that be?  He was commando and just waiting to be taken.  He was jaw-dropping BIG!  He grins, "Wanna ride?"
I wriggled out of my jeans and pulled down my thongs and threw my tube somewhere.  He watched me and he got even bigger.  He held me from my waist and hoisted me over him.
I teased him by sliding my wet pussy over his shaft, up and down.  I placed his hand on my pussy and he went straight rubbing my clit vigorously.  I squealed with so much pleasure.  I kept sliding, he kept rubbing, as I toyed with my nips and let him watch.  Our body heat completely fogged the van, we were scorching.  I felt his breathing get heavier so I continued cock teasing him and held on to his dick circling it around my pussy.  He lifted me up and pushed me down as I slowly guided him inside him.  He moved his hips to pump me, slow at first, then increasing in speed, fast, and then hard.  His girth and length stretch me good, hitting me in all the right spots I came after a few pumps.  I was making yowling, whimpering sounds insanely and he kept on pumping, it made my throbbing and pulsing and squirting going endless.  He started cursing and calling my name so I moved against his thrusts and squeezed him.  He grunted and growled, loudly as I felt him throb in me, he continued pumping wildly, his hardness never faltered, warm fluids were now flowing into our thighs.  I kept ramming against him, and squeezing tightly, he was howling.   Neither of us wanted to stop.
Suddenly, we were both startled by loud tapping on the drivers' window and our eyes squinted as a bright light moved over our sweaty bodies, exposing my naked butt and breasts in all its glory.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Being THE OTHER Man - Final Chapter

Mark showered and got dressed.  He walked out of his room and saw Catherine seated at the dining table.  She had made coffee, for two, but she just held her mug in both hands, looking down and staring at it.  He got the other coffee-filled mug and took a seat right across her.
Mark spoke calmly this time, "Look Catherine, it is foolish for me to lie about how I really feel about you.  I never stopped loving you, perhaps I never will.  But I am tired of our silly games, playing hide-and-seek.  I am damn too proud to live the rest of my life as your sex pet, wagging my tail at your beck and call.  I want to be able to move on with my life.  But I want you in it.  If I ever start to see other women, there is absolutely no way in hell I can see you dealing with that well.  I know you.  But I can't see how this ... whatever this is that we have, is ever going to change.  Not now or even in the future.  At least not on these ridiculous terms.  Jesus, we have been doing this for almost four years and..." He stops abruptly as Catherine looks up at him, her tears already streaming down her face.

"What are you saying Mark?  Did I do anything wrong?  Was it something I said? Do I not make you happy anymore?" her sad green eyes sought his.  "Have you found someone else?" her voice quivered.
"Catherine, you should know that I was not even looking.  What do you want from me?  What else can I give you that I have not already given?  I have suffered more than enough.  The day you left me and the day you married Brad, I died.  But having you like this; stealing time to be with you, lying to my family, my friends, even to myself, why do we need to love this way?  I asked you before, several times, how could we go on like this?  It hurts you and it hurts me more."  Mark stood from where he sat and moved towards Catherine.
Her hands were shaking so badly he had to take her coffee mug and rest it on the table.  He cupped Catherine's hands with his, he squatted in front of her and looked searchingly into her eyes.
"I know you can't leave Brad.  You would have if you wanted to, a long time ago.  I don't have to know the reasons why to accept them, and respect them."  Mark tenderly said.
Catherine broke down into uncontrollable sobs.    Her whole body convulsively trembled.  Mark squeezed her hands tighter.
He spoke evenly.  "Catherine you have no clue how much this is killing me, again.  I love you so much.  But I also love you enough to let you go and rebuild your marriage, your family.  I know you want to, badly.  We could have stopped ourselves earlier, but we didn't.  We can't.  I still don't want to, but I have to.  I need to."
A long quiet pause.
She breathed out a reply, hardly audible, "Are you saying goodbye?  Are you telling me we're over?"
Mark's voice cracked as he replied with a punishing sad smile, "There is no "WE", Catherine.  There was once,  but no, for a long time now.  It is not "We" or "US", it's been you and I."
He slowly stood up and pulled Catherine up to him.  They hugged.  Tightly.  She still wobbled but Mark held her close.  Quiet tears now rolled down on Mark's face.  They stood there for a long time, holding each other close.
It was Catherine who pulled away, she looked at him, gingerly, her eyes were swollen but fresh tears just kept on pouring; she was about to say something but she kissed him instead on the lips.  
She kissed him with all her heart and soul and in that kiss she re-lived piercingly all her pain, her misery, her loss.  Kissing him this way unlocked all the beautiful moments they shared.
Mark kissed her back with the same intensity and force, he felt his heart being squeezed and eventually breaking into small fragments.  Their tears trickled down their lips as they kissed while the world stopped turning.
And just like that, Catherine broke away from the embrace, without saying anything, she grabbed her purse and walked out of Mark's door for the last time.
He stood there where she had left him, unable to breathe, unable to move.  He watched her walked away without turning around.  He stared at her back until she disappeared.  Then he heard the sound of a car speeding away, the tires friction on the road ringing in his ears.
Finally, Mark slumped down on the chair, he covered his face with his hands.  He realized her fragrance had left an imprint when they held hands, he breathed in deeply, burrowing unto the scent to remember her.
Suddenly a loud, earthly grating sound erupted from his throat.  He bent his knees and folded them up on the seat in a foetal position.  And started sobbing like a baby.