Other Books by Jess C Scott
EYELEASH: A BLOG NOVEL
(teenage memoir / coming-of-age / sexting)
THE DEVILIN FEY | WICKED LOVELY | NEW ORDER
(novellas in 4:Play)
PORCELAIN
(portfolio of written + illustrative work)
BUSINESS PLAN
(on building brand identity / non-fiction)
1: THE INTERN
(Book #1 [Lust] in the Sins07 series)
TAKE-OUT (PART 1)
(interracial / small town)
THE OTHER SIDE OF LIFE
(upcoming urban fantasy feat. Cyberpunk elves / Early 2011)
4:PLAY (MINUS ONE)
Published by Jess C Scott at Smashwords
Text copyright © 2009-2010 by Jess C Scott.
Cover art copyright © 1995-1998 by Nova Development Corporation and its licensors. Rights of all parties are reserved.
All rights reserved.
First SW Edition: December 2010
ISBN 1448647665
1. Fiction/Erotica 2. Fiction/Short Stories 3. Fiction/Romance/Adult
Summary: 4:Play is a contemporary cocktail of erotic short stories.
4:Play book site:
http://www.missfey.blogspot.com
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For the docile, nice, and naughty.
Author’s note: all characters depicted are 18 years of age or older.
~~**~~
4:Play (Minus One)
. . . CONTENTS . . .
2) Wicked Lovely (excerpt)
[1] BLACK VELVET
[1: After Dark]
I had nothing to do. Tawnya (my roommate) was out, and there were the same old re-runs on TV. So I picked up a pen, and started scribbling in a blank notebook.
I paused for a few moments. I thought of what I’d normally be doing. Then I decided to write it out instead, as a self-indulgent little short story.
Title: Smooth
By Alyson Urban
It’s one of those nights. Closed the curtains and locked my room door from the start. Now I’m bringing the lights down a little lower.
This is how I like it. Never mind what I’ve been “brought up on” and everything else – what the boyfriend would think, what friends would think.
I look at myself in the mirror. I love having a big mirror. I like the undivided attention.
The gear, the get-up? Nothing too fancy – no leather, feather boas, spikes or handcuffs for me. I saw a couple chained to each other by the wrist with a set of cuffs once. They were making out on the street at night.
I’m standing in a simple white camisole. The only other item I have on is a ruffled leopard thong.
I start thinking of what it’d be like if the boyfriend were here.
“Hello, foxy,” he’d greet me in a low, smooth voice.
He’d be standing behind, holding my hand, the other circled around my waist.
He would lean in to nudge the loose strands of hair off the back of my neck so he could place the side of his face on the exposed area of skin there. He’d start kissing, exploring round the neck and gradually going up to the ears. Maybe take a few photos on his digital camera.
He is a good partner, who cares for me, loves me, and is sensible. He can be trusted.
I push all my thoughts aside and snap back to where I was: he’d be here, his hands over my milky-white breasts, the tips of his fingers instead of mine, working the nipples, now becoming erect. I see them, hard and prominent against the thin silken fabric.
The first wave hits me, quick as a lightning bolt.
Things...start to spin, a little. What if this wasn’t actually my room? Where would I be? Who would I be?
I’d be...an exotic dancer...the hot sexy starlet of my own show. Or I’d be a waitress at some sleaze joint, a bar hostess a kinky call girl at a local convention, whatever. Cash would roll in by the minute with every strut.
Politicians, rock stars, businessmen, rich men, men: they’d be all around – smoking betting drinking laughing good touching romping fingering up a girl’s butt pouring some booze and licking it off another’s tits.
Legs shoulder-width apart, hip thrust out to one side with a slut’s inviting look and pretty pout.
It feels good.
I slide one hand across the tabletop. I rip the small plastic mirror hanging off the wall and position it to get a better view and angle of things.
I turn to the side, then turn around and look back at the reflection in the mirrors.
I eye the contours of my body down - the sharp curve of the breasts, the slight arch at the small of the back, the tight butt, the slender slant of the thighs, toned calves tapering off at the ankles.
So I’d slide in across the table, and this big shot tycoon of a business guy would reach under and waste no time caressing me. He’s in a three-piece suit and shirt and tie. With a Cuban cigar or cigarettes that may or may not be his I don’t know.
“Is this how you like it?” he’d say.
He might slip me an expensive watch or gift or something later if he was the gracious sort.
I bring my hand up behind his head, massage his neck and then shoulder blades. Go down sitting astride him moving, a languid friction up and down his thigh. He’d lift my top to get a good look at the assets underneath.
Yeah. I straddle across my own seat, grinding the corner of the computer chair in my room, gamely lifting up the camisole over my head and tossing it aside.
I hold my chest high, bringing my hands up to first cup, then rub and gently squeeze my breasts. My body gives a slight tremble; I hear the shallow, quavering couple of sharp breaths that I take. My head eases back in reflex to relieve the tension. I’m wet.
Jerking my body around, crossing my legs for a moment, one thigh wrapped over each squeezing the other, closing my eyes, trying to envision a little more of
this man. Then I decide to get up in the middle of it. We’d find a spot with a little more privacy. We didn’t have to, not necessarily, but I’d treat him to a special show reserved for the esteemed admissible.
I get up and switch positions. The previous was all right but a bit of a hassle. I don’t want to feel too sore. I’m in control of anything that I decide to do or not do. I relish it.
I go for the edge of the bed this time. It’s softer with no obstructions, and I’m in more comfort.
I’d go to a private chamber or bedroom. Someone comes in, a man but not the same tycoon that I was with earlier. Someone I was willing to almost have inside of me, before he’d be drugged from the alcohol I’d served him earlier and out stone cold, and then I’d run away and take all the bling and spare cash that he had on him.
But not quite.
This one is younger, handsomer, taller and fitter. Tanned, lithe and lean.
He gazes at me before quietly shutting the door. One more look and we’re both going to devour each other alive. He’s loosening his tie or collar I don’t notice the clothes what he’s in because what I care about is what the clothes are covering.
He moves slowly, unhurriedly, as I recline and lie on my back on my bed in my boudoir. I’m so relaxed in his presence, I can even close my eyes and drift into a semi-state of calm and disregard to what is happening in the
room. I’m starting again slow too, enjoying this torturous dragging out of foreplay finger-strolling along the inner arms, down first with my fingers facing in and flipping my hand over the other way as I travel back up.
It’s still always the breasts, that are the most sensitive when touched, and are the immediate signal for the body to return and respond
to his gentle motions, be it kisses, light kisses over my eyelids and down my body or turned over on my back, lazy licks and flicks of the tongue across the surface, all the softness with which he brings about the contact between our flesh.
He is listening to me, making love to me; I want to feel him too, and I want him. This is how it’s supposed to be. He is also holding back, waiting for me when
a faint sigh that seizes midway, escapes from my parted lips; I breathe through my mouth as I continue rhythmically stirring, rubbing all the right zones, my body writhing with
delayed
s a t i s f a c t i o n
as
I decide to relent give in and give myself to him. My body arches up as we start to move, he’s moving with me into me thrusting into me rocking hard and we’re both living in the moment
the whole body attuned!
and later I’d climb right over to give him some head, whatever and however he liked
I can see my image in the mirror: heavy breathing the increase in awareness, legs suspended nearly on tiptoe. It’s all I can do to keep from waking people up in the apartment block, but the restraint really makes it better
and we’d continue going on, playing this way, giving ourselves to each other body against body.
I reach out for a shirt that’s been thrown on the floor and crumple it up. Place it directly beneath me and rub my clit hard on it, for that added bit of stimulation.
We’d get there together
but I don’t need to be concerned, I don’t even have to know what’s going on anymore. I yield completely to my body as every frenzied nerve and muscle does its work I’m shaking undulating my hands his hands this total hot stranger’s hands all over me I’m gonna come
I and this perfect specimen of a man
*Ah
.
.
.
and there’s the /blood rush/
amidst the sweat
the heat
falling back, stretching out
cascading onto the
top of the bed
a great workout
the safest kind of sex there is!
the powerful liberation from within
.
.
.
So I conclude and am happy to find that I do love myself, and have my own ways at which I show it.
Even if I happen to be my one and only audience.
Good-night.
~
I realized that “the boyfriend” was anonymous, when I had finished writing. I realized my fantasy world might be better than anything I’d ever find in real life. That special Something or Someone, you know.
But I’d rather be single than have a cocky control-freak for a partner — like Tawnya’s. Her eyes glaze over when she gushes, “I’ve perfected the art of riding with him.”
All the crazy, bizarre details she regales me with. It doesn’t matter that Tawnya has no life of her own. That she has no dreams, ambitions, interests, because she has “her man”.
But who was I to say anything?
I could only speak for myself. I knew how to put my hands to their best use. I didn’t need men for orgasms or anything else.
Tawnya perfected the cowgirl style — I perfected the art of self-loving. In other words, I accepted my independent ways, and if I was going to die a (technical) virgin because of this, then so be it.
Everything changed that week.
[2: Chatspeak]
I’ll say that Christian Tang was the last person I expected this to happen with. He comes from an upper-class kind of family. He was never obnoxiously arrogant or snobbish, but there was always something a little...reserved, about him? With a possible latent rebel streak, that would never see the light of day.
Or so I thought.
It’s funny sometimes. How your guard is down with a person one fine day, for no good reason.
Two chats, and file transfers. It’s nice living in a technological age.
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Conversation started on [10 Jun 2008, 11:03AM]
[we.are.mods]: hey aly :)
¤-Alyson-¤: hello!
¤-Alyson-¤: i haven’t seen you online in a while =)
[we.are.mods]: oh yea
[we.are.mods]: i’ve been busy recording some tracks with a friend, lol
[we.are.mods]: so how are you
¤-Alyson-¤: i’m good. you?
¤-Alyson-¤: and cool, that sounds like much fun!
[we.are.mods]: been listening to the same song for so long... i think my iPod’s burning up
[we.are.mods]: yeah, we play covers for the fun of it
¤-Alyson-¤: i bet you must have covered the white stripes
¤-Alyson-¤: ooh, what’s the song that’s on repeat?
¤-Alyson-¤: what instrument do you play too?
[we.are.mods]: actually... we haven’t given white stripes the go yet
[we.are.mods]: i play the guitar / keyboards
[we.are.mods]: i’m a keyboardist in need of a band, HA
¤-Alyson-¤: lol!
[we.are.mods]: * oh and the song i’m overdosing on is ‘new sensation’ by INXS
[we.are.mods]: i loveeee inxs, lol . 6-member band!
¤-Alyson-¤: wow that’s a lot of people
¤-Alyson-¤: do you have the mp3?
[we.are.mods]: yep. i’ll go hunt for it
[we.are.mods] sends: "INXS - New Sensation.mp3"
[we.are.mods]: so what has thou been up to
¤-Alyson-¤: well, i wrote a short story yesterday
¤-Alyson-¤: my life is really boring, LOL
[we.are.mods]: we should meet up sometime, was the last time we met in high school?
¤-Alyson-¤: i think so! it’s been 2 years already, gah
[we.are.mods]: yea
[we.are.mods]: lol
[we.are.mods]: short story? for a romp?>
[we.are.mods]: *comp i mean...jeez what a typo error
[we.are.mods]: *as in a story-writing competition, haha
¤-Alyson-¤: nope, just something random
¤-Alyson-¤: heh
¤-Alyson-¤: oh are you in college now?
[we.are.mods]: well i’ve finished my modules
[we.are.mods]: starting university soon
[we.are.mods]: so what’s the story about?
¤-Alyson-¤: sexxx
¤-Alyson-¤: no wait not really. hmm, self-servicing? LOL =P
[we.are.mods]: ROFL
[we.are.mods]: may i see it? :P
¤-Alyson-¤: if you want to
¤-Alyson-¤: it’s a little long...
[we.are.mods]: don’t worry i have the time
¤-Alyson-¤: k
¤-Alyson-¤ sends: “smooth.doc”
¤-Alyson-¤: what course are you in again?
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[we.are.mods]: will be studying finance in uni
¤-Alyson-¤: ah i see =)
[we.are.mods]: you?
¤-Alyson-¤: was working these past 2 years
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¤-Alyson-¤: i’m heading off this friday
[we.are.mods]: oh where to?
¤-Alyson-¤: backpacking round Asia...always wanted to do it heh
[we.are.mods]: oh yea yea, that does sound nice
[we.are.mods]: you’re going by yourself?
¤-Alyson-¤: yup!
[we.are.mods]: cool. have fun and stay safe. and let me see some pictures later :)
¤-Alyson-¤: sure thing =)
[we.are.mods]: ok reading ur story now...
¤-Alyson-¤: haha
¤-Alyson-¤: let me know what you think
[we.are.mods]: wow
[we.are.mods]: “The only other item I have on is a ruffled leopard thong.”--------sexayyy
[we.are.mods]: so is this fiction or all real?
¤-Alyson-¤: half and half :P
[we.are.mods]: haha...
[we.are.mods]: well, would be nice if i could actually watch this
[we.are.mods]: and not only read it... hehe
¤-Alyson-¤: there’s vids online :P
[we.are.mods]: yea
[we.are.mods]: i’ve always wondered abt what people do online
¤-Alyson-¤: as in?
[we.are.mods]: well, what they do that’s of a sexual nature
[we.are.mods]: naked photos. cellphone clips. home vids.
¤-Alyson-¤: well...i have some nude pics
¤-Alyson-¤: take them when i have nothing else better to do, lol
¤-Alyson-¤: do you have any?
[we.are.mods]: you have nude pics of yourself?
¤-Alyson-¤: sorry--i think i must really get a life
[we.are.mods]: do you send your pix out to everyone?
¤-Alyson-¤: no
¤-Alyson-¤: well unless they ask--but usually with no face...
¤-Alyson-¤: if they want it with the face, then i’ll ask for something in exchange, haha
[we.are.mods]: ooh ok ;-)
[we.are.mods]: lol
[we.are.mods]: hm wonder if you use mirrors a lot
[we.are.mods]: unless someone takes the photos for you?
¤-Alyson-¤: nah it’s just me, lol
¤-Alyson-¤: mostly not mirror (don’t like those shots)...i’ll use self-timer and a shelf or something...nude self-portraits.
[we.are.mods]: cool...
[we.are.mods]: so... how often do you do yourself?
[we.are.mods]: just wondering
[we.are.mods]: just curious :-)
Well, I guess that just happens to be one of my most favorite subjects, even if I don’t discuss it aloud with everyone.
Christian also asked me a bunch of...“random” (for lack of a better word) questions.
¤-Alyson-¤: hmm
¤-Alyson-¤: all the time? LOL
[we.are.mods]: last time you got off? :P
¤-Alyson-¤: yesterday
[we.are.mods]: watch porn?
¤-Alyson-¤: sometimes
[we.are.mods]: whats your favorite scene or fantasy to watch?
¤-Alyson-¤: well i like those amateur ones, light bdsm...black lesbian porn coz it’s so hot
[we.are.mods]: interesting :P...oh yea bdsm
[we.are.mods]: so you more into dominance or sub.
¤-Alyson-¤: i guess a mix of both is best
[we.are.mods]: icic
[we.are.mods]: i wonder if you’re one of those rope-bound babes and handcuffed honeys... i mean, what you’re really like
[we.are.mods]: in private. or not.
¤-Alyson-¤: i’ll be whatever you want me to be...
¤-Alyson-¤: well i don’t mean *you*
¤-Alyson-¤: but, you know what i mean
[we.are.mods]: hahaha, you’ve full-ranging fantasies, i suspect ;) got any more??
¤-Alyson-¤: =). i think i just get...bored easily. maybe i’m a borderline add/adhd case
[we.are.mods]: lol so how many boyfriends have you had
¤-Alyson-¤: none? sigh...i wish i could entertain you with some...stories
[we.are.mods]: if you write them i’ll read em :)
¤-Alyson-¤: thanks =) don’t know when the next one will be though
[we.are.mods]: hm. done it with anyone?
¤-Alyson-¤: what, full sex?
[we.are.mods]: yep
¤-Alyson-¤: no. just dates (with psychos)...[we.are.mods]: no one night stands or anything?
¤-Alyson-¤: no...i’m pretty self-sufficient, hahaha
¤-Alyson-¤: you?
[we.are.mods]: hm? i’m dating someone now, haha...
¤-Alyson-¤: so i take that as a yes :P
[we.are.mods]: well... i haven’t slept with her yet. if that’s what you’re thinking
¤-Alyson-¤: ooh ok
¤-Alyson-¤: how long you been together?
[we.are.mods]: a few months
¤-Alyson-¤: with previous girlfriends?
[we.are.mods]: nope... i was focusing on other things
¤-Alyson-¤: how many were there? =P (if you don’t mind me asking)
[we.are.mods]: two in the past
¤-Alyson-¤: ah
¤-Alyson-¤: well, maybe one day when things get more serious
[we.are.mods]: well, her family is quite ‘conservative’... so yea
[we.are.mods]: we haven’t really talked much about it
¤-Alyson-¤: oh ok
¤-Alyson-¤: met @ college?
[we.are.mods]: nope – we met at one of her mom’s corporate functions. some annual dinner dance
[we.are.mods]: hey i’m gonna backtrack a little bit... do you have any toys>?
¤-Alyson-¤: i’ve a ribbed vibrator...
¤-Alyson-¤: lol. impulse purchase.
[we.are.mods]: hawt ;)
¤-Alyson-¤: heh
[we.are.mods]: you shave?
¤-Alyson-¤: yeah, but i’m kind of slacking on it these days
[we.are.mods]: lol
[we.are.mods]: some hair is very sexy
¤-Alyson-¤: maintenance can be a bother
¤-Alyson-¤: hey there was this ad...one of those big fashion houses
¤-Alyson-¤: the model’s pubic hair was shaven in the company logo
¤-Alyson-¤: i don’t know if the ad ever ran
[we.are.mods]: ha, advertising
[we.are.mods]: well but i’m sure it looked hm... nice
[we.are.mods]: you know, i was thinking of trying it myself... once
¤-Alyson-¤: it gets really irritating
[we.are.mods]: i’ve heard that before!
[we.are.mods]: there was this guy my group members & i were interviewing...what was the subject. oh yeah, some marketing module
¤-Alyson-¤: oh, and?
[we.are.mods]: he’s from this drama company...was saying he needed to shave his pubes for a play
[we.are.mods]: and he was saying how it itched like fireants when growing back...he was very, very descriptive.
¤-Alyson-¤: LOL!
[we.are.mods]: anyway. so about your nude pictures.
¤-Alyson-¤: so........
[we.are.mods]: as in, do you have them on your computer now? heh
¤-Alyson-¤: yes? i have them on a thumb drive for backup too. LOL.
[we.are.mods]: with face?
¤-Alyson-¤: am i gonna get anything in return? =P
[we.are.mods]: fine fine
¤-Alyson-¤: don’t show them to anyone?
[we.are.mods]: of course, i’ll delete them upon receipt
[we.are.mods]: it’ll just be a sneak peek
[we.are.mods]: how does that sound
¤-Alyson-¤: okey-dokey!
[we.are.mods]: hey this is between us... if you’re not comfortable... just say so?
¤-Alyson-¤: lol sure
¤-Alyson-¤: i would if i was
[we.are.mods]: oh shoot i’ve got to go now -_-
¤-Alyson-¤: well if you don’t want to exchange it’s alright
[we.are.mods]: hmm?
[we.are.mods]: no i’m meeting my friend for lunch, didn’t realize what time it was haha
[we.are.mods]: could you email them over?
[we.are.mods]: i’ll mail you mine when i get back later, maybe about an hour plus
¤-Alyson-¤: alrighty =)
¤-Alyson-¤: i might still be online anyway
[we.are.mods]: well nice talking to ya
[we.are.mods]: ttyl. look forward to viewing your pictures :)
~ Conversation ended on [10 Jun 2008, 12:35PM] ~
I found the disc, and searched through the folders on my computer. He popped back online, two hours later.
Good Lord, I had no idea two years could make so much difference in a person’s looks.
~ Blue Sexy Pill. Be A Hero In Bed - $0.42 ~
Conversation started on [10 Jun 2008, 2:30PM]
¤-Alyson-¤: so, you’re back
[we.are.mods]: oh heyyy
[we.are.mods]: you still there?
¤-Alyson-¤: yup i’m here =)
[we.are.mods]: so... did you send me your pix? ^^
¤-Alyson-¤: not just yet. wondering which to send =P
[we.are.mods]: okay my photography skills aren’t all that great
[we.are.mods]: but i just took some
[we.are.mods]: :)
¤-Alyson-¤: never mind, practice makes perfect (about your photog skills)
¤-Alyson-¤: ok let’s swap!
[we.are.mods]: damn, if i send this to the wrong person online, i'd be “hmm... i wonder where tt came from...”
¤-Alyson-¤: yeah, you can’t be sure who’s on the other side
[we.are.mods]: but its me k, rofl
¤-Alyson-¤: hehe okok
¤-Alyson-¤: btw do you have a webcam? =P
¤-Alyson-¤ sends: “closeup_7.jpg”, “body_full_length.jpg”
[we.are.mods]: aww nope sorry... i don’t
[we.are.mods]: i like my table space uncluttered. small speakers, no headset
¤-Alyson-¤: ah. well, they do sell small ones
[we.are.mods]: you take pics with your webcam?
[we.are.mods]: i used my camera to take the pix. cell phone was alright but a little grainy.
¤-Alyson-¤: oh nah i don’t (not usually)
¤-Alyson-¤: mine doesn’t handle low light v well
[we.are.mods]: for all i know you could have a whole party of girl-friends there
[we.are.mods]: and god knows i wouldn’t want to be see the reactions – it’d be so embarrassing!
¤-Alyson-¤: LOL
¤-Alyson-¤: no no i assure you
¤-Alyson-¤: it’s just me, no one else
[we.are.mods]: ok ok :P
[we.are.mods] sends: “IMG_boardshorts.jpg”, “smokin.jpg”, “red609.jpg”
[we.are.mods]: i do not think my pix are as good as yours
¤-Alyson-¤: we’ll see
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[we.are.mods]: i like your figure :)
¤-Alyson-¤: thank you
[we.are.mods]: beautiful...
[we.are.mods]: nice line straight down the abs
[we.are.mods]: aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh
[we.are.mods]: it’s getting hot!
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¤-Alyson-¤: by the way i know i’m quite whitish
¤-Alyson-¤: i don’t like to suntan
[we.are.mods]: hm your skin is creamy...not pale
[we.are.mods]: wld love to kiss your titties
[we.are.mods]: and have you riding my face... god
[we.are.mods]: damn can’t believe i just said that
¤-Alyson-¤: hehe ^^
¤-Alyson-¤: it’s ok. hey why are your files taking so long to transfer?
[we.are.mods]: is that your natural hair color?
[we.are.mods]: hm, maybe coz of the image size...
¤-Alyson-¤: yep, lighter brown in the full length pic coz of the sunlight
¤-Alyson-¤: oh i see
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¤-Alyson-¤: man, you look super fit
[we.are.mods]: heh i swim most mornings :P nothing better to start the day off with
¤-Alyson-¤: whoa, nice pelvic muscles *rawrrr*...v-shaped lines!
¤-Alyson-¤: you look nice with messy hair
¤-Alyson-¤ sends: “pinkp.jpg”
[we.are.mods]: thanx :)
[we.are.mods]: oh yea -those- muscles... i do planks on an exercise ball.
¤-Alyson-¤: how long does that take?
[we.are.mods]: two minutes.
¤-Alyson-¤: that’s it?!
[we.are.mods]: it’s a LOOONG two minutes.
¤-Alyson-¤: HAHA. yow.
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[we.are.mods]: i think i should have taken more explicit pictures
¤-Alyson-¤: no prob, they still look good =)
¤-Alyson-¤: hey
¤-Alyson-¤: is that weed?
[we.are.mods]: haha yes. it’s very relaxing
[we.are.mods]: u might already be thinking i must be a regular junky
¤-Alyson-¤: no not really
¤-Alyson-¤ sends: “look.jpg”
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¤-Alyson-¤: experienced, maybe, but i wouldn't know to what extent exactly, rofl
[we.are.mods]: every once in a while... :-)
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¤-Alyson-¤: this one is so artsy. i can see this in the Fashion Rocks supplement from Vogue.
¤-Alyson-¤: and uhm...the long scarf around your neck is exceedingly strategically placed!
[we.are.mods]: :P
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[we.are.mods]: oh hey look at that seductive gaze in look.jpg
[we.are.mods]: i never saw you look like that at school !
¤-Alyson-¤: LOL
¤-Alyson-¤: didn’t have sex on the brain so much then :P
¤-Alyson-¤: maybe it was...repressed
[we.are.mods]: well i’m glad those days are over
[we.are.mods] sends: “street.jpg”, “velvet.jpg”
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¤-Alyson-¤: you’ve a very toned torso and same for the arms :P
¤-Alyson-¤: another shirtless shot, yummy. and this one has no guitar blocking the view...
[we.are.mods]: ROFL :)
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¤-Alyson-¤: did someone take this street picture?
[we.are.mods]: no lol. i’ve a tripod.
¤-Alyson-¤: man, where’s this area? that yellow rundown building at the back has so much character!
[we.are.mods]: i don’t know, lol
[we.are.mods]: oh wait, i know – Club Street
[we.are.mods]: old shot (2 months back?)...was a hot day. took my shirt off while walking around. had to take some photos for photography club, some architecture-theme contest
¤-Alyson-¤: ooh, cool
[we.are.mods]: then i saw two cops handcuffing this guy who was shirtless...so i put mine back on, lol
¤-Alyson-¤: lol! maybe they wldn’t have noticed
[we.are.mods]: i don’t know whatt funny business goes on at that area...so best not to provoke
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¤-Alyson-¤: oh my
[we.are.mods]: smth happened?
¤-Alyson-¤: this looks like a still from a model’s portfolio
[we.are.mods]: LOL
[we.are.mods]: i couldn’t be a model. i eat too damn much ^^
¤-Alyson-¤: that velvety chair you have looks very comfy
[we.are.mods]: it is... i love to just lie there n stare at the ceiling
¤-Alyson-¤: i do that sometimes too
¤-Alyson-¤: once I was doing that, and i started to actually see swirls on the wall
¤-Alyson-¤ sends: “jugs.jpg”
[we.are.mods]: really? cool.
¤-Alyson-¤: ok i think that’s all i’ll be sending today
[we.are.mods]: yea ok
[we.are.mods]: thanks for 'em
[we.are.mods]: those are all i’ve got of myself for the moment too, heh
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[we.are.mods]: wow, with face
[we.are.mods]: you pinching your raspberries :)
[we.are.mods]: so...what do my pix do for ya lol
¤-Alyson-¤: you really wanna know
[we.are.mods]: yeah, i guess? something to hide?
¤-Alyson-¤: well i guess i’ll be jilling off to them later
[we.are.mods]: at your comp? :P
¤-Alyson-¤: oh no no...probably in my room or smth ^^
[we.are.mods]: ok
[we.are.mods]: well tks for your pics :)
¤-Alyson-¤: no pro
¤-Alyson-¤: how’d you find them?
[we.are.mods]: really love your smooooth skin
[we.are.mods]: and...well, everything!
[we.are.mods]: sent the blood rushing to all the right places
¤-Alyson-¤: HAEHHE
¤-Alyson-¤: ooh
[we.are.mods]: had to keep from jizzing all over the screen...ok sorry if that was a bit...crude
¤-Alyson-¤: nah it’s alright don’t worry :P
¤-Alyson-¤: ! hey can i ask you something
[we.are.mods]: go ahead
¤-Alyson-¤: since we’re on this topic...
¤-Alyson-¤: your “best” experiences with jacking off?
[we.are.mods]: ha...a long time back
[we.are.mods]: i was a hotheaded 13-yr old
[we.are.mods]: one day my english tutor...she used to wear this really strong perfume
[we.are.mods]: i think it’s Versace jeans – everytime i smell it on someone, i think of her. you could smell it a mile off, she wore way too much
[we.are.mods]: but anyway she wore this tight... low cut dark purple top... if i’m not wrong she had a push-up bra underneath.
[we.are.mods]: we were alone in the house...sheesh
[we.are.mods]: i went to the toilet... started stroking
[we.are.mods]: got a hard-on
[we.are.mods]: shot a thick load... onto my palm... got a shock of my life... :P but thrilled too. yeah
¤-Alyson-¤: interesting. i wonder if she knew...
[we.are.mods]: i bet she did. i could hardly look at her after that.i’d look at her face, her chest, then keep looking at her feet.
[we.are.mods]: oh and on a train, not too long ago
¤-Alyson-¤: oh?
[we.are.mods]: i had my jacket on mylap
[we.are.mods]: unzipped my fly... and worked myself to an intense orgasm..
[we.are.mods]: lady beside me had no clue at all
¤-Alyson-¤: really! ha!
[we.are.mods]: yea... i thought she’d realize. was half-expecting her to slap my face and walk off
¤-Alyson-¤: i bet it was fun though... ROFL
[we.are.mods]: yesss... with the thought of being caught ;)
[we.are.mods]: you?
¤-Alyson-¤: hmm
¤-Alyson-¤: really young...can’t rem when actually
¤-Alyson-¤: used to face down on the mattress...happily humping. i wasn’t even aware of it
¤-Alyson-¤: it just felt so good that i never really stopped, haha
[we.are.mods]: LOL
[we.are.mods]: did you fantasize abt anything?
[we.are.mods]: or wait, you were really young.
¤-Alyson-¤: no actually i did...come to think of it
[we.are.mods]: such as?
¤-Alyson-¤: there was this pop-star at the time...i found him ‘attractive’...but like at the time, i didn’t even know that word. haha
[we.are.mods]: how old were you?
¤-Alyson-¤: less than 5
[we.are.mods]: :s ok that IS pretty young
¤-Alyson-¤: yeah well
¤-Alyson-¤: used to think about him being whipped...
¤-Alyson-¤: i never understood why
¤-Alyson-¤: must be some bdsm thing i had/have in me, HAHA
[we.are.mods]: precocious kid, eh? :)
¤-Alyson-¤: it’s my prerogative (listening to that Britney Spears song now!!)
[we.are.mods]: well, most of the important things happen in the first 5 years of a kid’s life...
¤-Alyson-¤: i don’t know whether for better or for worse
[we.are.mods]: heh
¤-Alyson-¤: hey actually we *should* meet one of these days...if you’re free. to catch up on things
¤-Alyson-¤: before i go off on my trip and you start uni.
[we.are.mods]: oh yea
[we.are.mods]: yea i’ll be super busy once uni starts... i’m looking forward to neuroeconomics
[we.are.mods]: it’d be nice to just chat & hang out / stuff
¤-Alyson-¤: that sounds like an interesting subject
[we.are.mods]: yea. it combines neuroscience, economics, and psychology. things that i like a lot :)
[we.are.mods]: is your cell no. same as before?
¤-Alyson-¤: yup it is
¤-Alyson-¤: psych subjects are always cool
¤-Alyson-¤: economics too
[we.are.mods]: yep. baseline = supply & demand
[we.are.mods]: k, i’ll let you know if i’m free
¤-Alyson-¤: hey i gtg
¤-Alyson-¤: going to the gym now haha
[we.are.mods]: oh ok
[we.are.mods]: is it near your place?
¤-Alyson-¤: yep! love the convenience =)
¤-Alyson-¤: now’s a good time, before the after-office hours
[we.are.mods]: oh yea of course
¤-Alyson-¤: ok
¤-Alyson-¤: take care. bye!
~ Conversation ended on [10 Jun 2008, 4:34PM] ~
All the way to the gym, I was thinking of his pictures.
I’d never seen anyone with such a fatless torso. Smooth hairless chest...long, sleek legs. A swimmer’s toned, streamlined body. Not bulky. A line of fine dark hair below his naval. Nice goods too.
A jaw line like one of those suave Hollywood big screen actors. Eyes with dark lashes.
Observing the people at the gym — some were skinny, some were very macho, but none of them really looked like Christian.
I considered our online chatting to be just an ongoing fantasy. I didn’t think we’d keep up this exchange of nude pictures, or continue to chatter about sexual things. It would get repetitive after a while.
And I thought about what would happen if we met up. We’d probably have a meal. Discuss polite and decent things that people converse about in public. We’d really just meet as friends.
It’d go the same way like it had been going all my life. Situations where I’d be with a guy (or guys), friends (or not), who I could easily have ended up having sex with, but I wouldn’t. Why?
Because my high standards of “waiting for the right person” would always kick in at the end of the day, and nothing in the world would change this deeply-ingrained, fairy tale syndrome of mine.
I knew nothing was going to happen with Christian. Not Christian.
He was too proper. Too self-disciplined. He was just living out some fantasy-fetish thing with nude photos.
He was a nice guy. I was a nice girl.
He had a girlfriend. I enjoyed my freedom and independence.
And that was it.
That, was my serious error in judgment.
[3: Mayhem]
It was a slow, lazy, hot afternoon. I was reading a food magazine when I had a text message from Christian.
(Christian, 1.36pm): hey, would you be free today?
I replied him after ten minutes.
(Me, 1.46pm): yep =) you wanna meet up?
(Christian, 1.56pm): yea i was thinking of... i’ll be at black velvet at 4.30pm. was thinking we could catch a 5pm movie and have dinner after that.
(Me, 2.04pm): sounds good. which movie?
(Christian, 2.12pm): ‘xtrmntr’? heard it’s not bad. ok c ya later!
What an agreeable guy, I thought to myself. ‘Exterminator’ was a good choice, your standard Hollywood summer blockbuster. And I thought of him as the considerate sort that kept appointments, since we’d mentioned meeting up during our IM chat(s) the day before.
I spent a few minutes picking out an outfit. I settled on:
1) Black FCUK strappy top.
2) Uniqlo dressy charcoal-gray weave jeans. Chic, relaxed fit.
3) Shoes: Blue Diesel sandals. Cool, low profile.
4) Underwear: Very Sexy Demi set from Victoria’s Secret. Feel-good item.
I noticed my nail polish was chipping off a little bit. It was tacky-looking. So I repainted them all over, had a nice bath, and took the train down to Black Velvet Mall.
I reminded myself that the pic-swapping was a one-off thing. I thought of my upcoming backpacking trip — all the places I’d sightsee and aimlessly wander about. Some time during the train ride, I thought about who Christian’s girlfriend might be, then realized it was none of my business. Then I decided I would make no mention of our pictures (unless he brought it up first).
I would maintain a normal, casual, friendly persona throughout our meet. Christian looked good, but so what? Plenty of other guys did too.
Boy, was I wrong about my nonchalance.
I received a message on my cell that he was already there.
My clit said hi before he did.
“Hello, Aly.” I must have imagined hearing him say, “Hello, foxy.”
He grinned. It gave me the impression that he could look twenty years young forever.
Everything happened so quickly. Everything around me seemed to fade away that second — it was just him, him, him. His white V-neck screenprint T-shirt over his lean firm body, tousled spiky bedhead hair, with some wispy side-swept strands across the forehead. I was wearing slight heels — the top of my head reached a little higher than the center of his chest.
“Shall we go?” he said after a while. I must have been staring. I must have looked dazed. I might have been drooling. I wouldn’t know.
He was “cool” in high school: a little blasé, a little aloof. But now he was cool...in a mind-blowing kind of way. I heard a silent scream from him: I know you want me. You’ll deny it, but I can wait. Shall we get it on?
Suddenly, I picked up on his cologne. Spicy, exotic. I thought of my ruffled leopard thong.
“So,” I managed to say when I got back my tongue, “how was your day?”
He blabbered on about some University applications and classes. Was he playing the same game that I was? His (dark, intense) eyes betrayed the humdrum words coming out of his mouth. They seemed to see right into me.
What is it about him?! I tried to reason with myself. Was it the fact that we already had a very good idea of what we looked like naked? Was it the fact I’d unwittingly confided my self-loving ways in detail through that story I sent him? Was I at the super horny phase of my monthly cycle? Was I deluding myself with his influence on me?
“This is a guy flick though,” he said.
We were already at the theater? Oh my. And was his voice always like this? Smooth like caramel, cocoa butter, chocolate. Soothing...
“I don’t mind, really,” I replied. “Better than the cheesy warlocks versus wizards show.”
“I thought you’d say that,” Christian said, with a smile that knocked me out. “So...where’s the first stop on your trip?”
I want your hands on me, I want to go down on you, I want to know what you taste like, I want to ride you like there’s no tomorrow, I thought.
“Bangkok, Thailand,” I replied. I wasn’t kidding, that was my first stop.
The icy blast of cool air when we stepped into the theater was refreshing. I didn’t care what was going on. The theater was packed. ‘Exterminator’ was about aliens invading Earth, and an army of varsity cheerleaders with huge plasma guns who kept yapping their Resistance Is Futile! slogan was going to wipe them out, and I was trying not to squirm in my seat, though it was killing me whether I should slide my hand over and grope his crotch hard, or stroke his bare lithe forearm, which was inches away from my own, or maybe he —
“I gotta take a piss, I’ll be back in a bit,” he whispered into my ear, his lips so, so near my neck.
I stood up along with him. It was completely against my will. No, wait. I didn’t have one. He was the master, and I was the puppet.
We quickly made our way for the exit, so as not to annoy the other movie-goers. Christian and I headed down the carpeted passageway to the restrooms.
“I’ll wait for you outside,” he said. I nodded and entered the ladies’ room, wishing I could be like Tawnya for once.
I didn’t really need to go. I was trying to slap some sense into myself. He already has a girlfriend, I told myself. Don’t go trying anything and getting yourself into trouble. Stop being such an obsessive freak. Don’t mention anything to him, he might not feel the same. God, this restroom is perfect. He’d be here, right here, us facing the mirror this way, he’d be tasting and taking in the scent of my skin. We’re gonna do it now in a matter of minutes ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod how exciting!! Dammit, stop fantasizing. I need to distract myself. Get yourself together, Aly!
So I admired the shiny black sink, the painting of pink flowers by the side, the simmering orange glow of the restroom lights. I checked my hair, my face, my hair again, washed my hands, re-applied some lipgloss, cursed my eyeliner for smudging...and then, someone opened the door.
It was Christian. I turned around and leaned against the sink with my hands and the small of my back.
“Was just checking if you’re done,” he said. He was holding the door open.
“You could have called.”
“Yeah.” Still standing at the door. Looking up to see if there was anyone. He was thinking of something to say. “Aly.” A statement, not a question.
He stepped in. Then he locked the main door behind him. He was doing the whole piercing gaze thing again. I was the helpless butterfly specimen being pinned down. “I’ll let you,” my eyes said to him.
I faced the mirror again.
Resistance. Was. Futile.
This was it. The beginning to the point of no return.
He stood behind me. “May I...” he said, and when I didn’t respond, he deftly reached a hand under my top and bra, gently squeezing...with the nipple between his fingers.
He circled his other arm around my waist. I watched him in the mirror’s reflection. He licked my neck.
“Should I stop?”
Good heavens, no. I was getting in the mood, but trying not to show it, and thus enjoying it twice as much.
“What’s on your mind?” I asked.
“Nothing...” Christian said. “I mean, I’m trying not to think...but...what if I come too fast...will you enjoy it...are you even interested?...I’m rambling...”
I kept quiet. I focused on his touches. My brain cells were pulp.
“If it helps...I’m quite nervous too,” I said. And now I feel more vulnerable...dammit. “You’re doing just fine,” I added.
He smiled. There was the tiniest bit more pressure on my waist, from his arm. “Well, so I...really have no idea...what I’m doing...”
I wanted to laugh at my stone-cold face in the mirror.
He gently moved aside the hair from the back of my neck and started kissing me behind the ear, and started going lower — lazily licking my shoulder. “Am I doing it right?”
I caught him unexpected. I turned around, propped myself up on the sink, wrapped my arms around him, and gave Christian a wet, steamy, lingering, tongue-on-tongue deep kiss. He drew back a little, from the force I attacked him with, but only for a moment. There was a glint of surprise in his eyes (also for a moment), before we melted into each other’s mouths and caresses.
The next frenzied wave came over me. I felt his skin under his shirt. He pulled it off. His supple taut body was the yummiest piece of meat I’d ever set my eyes on.
We resumed French kissing. Lovely sounds were coming from his throat. My hands explored his entire upper body. I was sucking on his lower lip when he opened his eyes, and took a step back.
I saw his Adam’s apple move. His breathing was tight. I wanted to jump on him and go for that spot on his neck, but sat back, waiting...waiting...
I was aware of my breathing. The diaphragm rising with each inhale. Strands of my hair stuck to the side of my face and neck. My legs were over the edge of the sink.
Oh no, I thought. These things never work out. What if...
“Take off your top,” he said. He didn’t say it in a rude, commanding voice. He didn’t need to.
Christian shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He watched me peel off the FCUK top. At one point, I thought I saw consciousness flicker off his face like a light switch.
He’s gonna say I’m flabby, I thought. If he does, I’ll bash his...
He came forward. “One more...”
He reached behind to unhook my bra piece.
I leaned forward, taking it off. I looked into his eyes. I could feel the blood pumping in my head.
He stroked the sides of my waist. “Like this?” he whispered. He got me stirring with the intensity that was gradually spreading all over me. Terse shivers were starting to run up and down my back.
He was up close, fingertips touching the curve of my hips. Ran his hands over my shoulders, my collarbone...teasing my breasts along the way.
He started to lick around and suck on my nipple. My rock-hard nipples.
I massaged the back of his neck, and moaned as he did his work.
“Oh...oh...Christian...”
At the sound of his name, he started to suck harder. How this dude knew exactly when to do what mystified me, but I let myself savor his expertise while I had the freedom now to quiver all over with darts of pleasure. I was gonna make the sink below me wet.
I asked him if I was being too noisy.
He looked up at me. We were face to face for a while. I talk too much, I thought. God, his eyes are pretty. He could have done anything he wanted. He could have killed me, and I would have allowed it, because I was defenseless. I was going to die right there and then anyway from the tension.
“It’s music,” he said softly.
I stripped my jeans off. One shoe clattered to the ground — I didn’t know when the other had fallen off.
“Go down on me, Christian, please, please,” I begged.
He smiled, smirked almost. He came in close again, and muttered with his lips over mine, “Yes Ma’am.”
I let my (soaked) panties slip down to the floor.
Christian looked like he was in absolute (blissful?) agony, and he was going to pass some of that to me.
He brought a hand down to rub against the shaft of my clit, which adored the lavish attention. My breathing was getting heavier. I was in another world. He kept to a steady rhythm, and the bastard took his time with it until I couldn’t take one more nanosecond. I sighed to the sky, and half-groaned half-sang-out, “Hurry up, Christian!”