Just one kiss and I can get you in bed. Sounds preposterous right? Maybe. Yet ….
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Just One Kiss
By: C. Stuart Lewis
The clinking of glasses, conversation and loud music washed over the bar like the stale water of an inland pond. I sat at a table a few feet from the bar. Alone. As usual. One Long Island Iced Tea half done in front of me, an empty glass at the other end of the small table. The remnants of my first Long Island, discarded and dismissed. Unlike me, it was waiting to be joined shortly.
He sat down in the empty chair across from me. He was not my type. Short brown hair, brown eyes, average hands. I like a man with big hands. He leaned over the table.
“I bet I can get you into bed with me with just one kiss.”
I smiled. What kind of lame ass line is that?
“I’m not that drunk,” I looked down at my glass. He couldn’t have slipped anything in it. I brought the highball glass to my lips and downed the remainder of my drink, “And I’ll never be that drunk.”
He smiled, not in any way discouraged.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way. The name is Shawn, with a ‘w’ not an ‘e’. I couldn’t help noticing you’re here by yourself. A pretty woman like you should have some company.” Again he smiled.
Damn, boy, you smile too much. Nothing like having a man tell you that you’re all alone to bring up the old self esteem.
“I’m sure you’re thinking you’re the guy to be my company guy.”
“I was thinking that. In fact I was thinking I’d be great in your bed too.”
There was that same damn smile. Dude, seriously.
“I’m doing good, thanks.” “So, what’s your name Beautiful?”
“No, it’s not Beautiful.”
“Hahaha. That’s a good one. So what’s your name?” he asked again.
“Karen, with a ‘K’”
“Karen. Rolls off the tongue,” he flicked his tongue like a snake, “I’ll be sure to remember it when I’m screaming your name.”
“To the cops?”
He laughed. It was almost as annoying as his smile.
“I like you Karen. I was just coming over her to see if I could get laid but I’m starting to like you. Of course I still want to get laid.” Again with that damn smile.
“Of course. And with just one kiss if I remember.”
“Haha. You’re right.”
“And what I want -”
“Oh, you’ll want it.”
“Uh huh.”
“Come on. Just one kiss and if you want I’ll walk away right after and not talk to you the rest of the night. Hell, you’ll never hear from me again.”
He did make it down right tempting. Just getting rid of him would be worth the kiss by itself. I haven’t been kissed romantically in months. A dry spell of sorts. The feel of lips on lips would be nice. A soft petal brush against … Ugh, look at him. The soft petal of flowers against the cold glass lips of a beer bottle. A literal feeding of a pearl to swine.
“Do you smoke?”
He blinked. “Umm no. Why?”
“Just wondering.” I smiled, a half smile. At least I won’t have to taste cigarette ash. Oh what the hell. “Oh what the hell. I’ll take that kiss. And then you can leave.”
He beamed. No, seriously, he fucking beamed.
“You won’t regret it.”
He got up and moved his chair beside mine. He took my hand in his. His hands were smooth, his thumb rubbed over mine and across each finger, a caress that was surprisingly intimate despite its simplicity. He looked into my eyes, his dirty brown eyes into my steel grey blueish ones, like splashing mud on a chrome fender. His eyes smiled and I didn’t mind. He held my gaze and leaned forward, closing his eyes a second or two before his lips made contact with mine.
His lips were soft and gentle as they met mine, pressing softly, my lips parted and I breathed him in. My tongue reached for his, slipping between his lips. Our tongues danced in our mouths as our lips pressed harder together.
He pulled back and smiled. “So good eh.”
Fuck his smile. But damn, he is a good kisser. “It was enjoyable.”
“I knew you’d like it. And just think how good the rest of it would be.”
“There is no rest of it.”
“Uh huh,” he grinned. “So what do you like for breakfast?”
“What?”
“Breakfast. You’ll need something to replenish your strength for after we fuck.”
I laughed. I couldn’t help it. I was on my third Long Island Iced Tea, thanks to Smiley for paying, and I admired his persistence. And his complete lack of social awareness. When the server brought over my drink we shared an ‘omg’ eyeroll and he was totally oblivious. God, I hope she didn’t see me kiss him. I took another long sip of my drink.
He sat there, thankfully without that loathsome smile, waiting. I sat drinking. And thinking of that kiss. It was like one of those songs that get stuck in your head, but it was on my lips. Even as my lips were wrapped around the straw, sucking in the warming alcohol the tingle of his lips teased them. It really was a good kiss.
“So what do you like to do for fun?” he asked just in time so that the pause in conversation did not go from lengthy to awkward.
“Nothing. I sit in bars all day and hope I get lucky and my future husband hits on me and we end up drunk somewhere together.” It was the first time I saw his smile crack and fade. Probably because it was too close to the truth. Fuck. I’m getting drunk. “What do you do for fun? You seem like a fun guy.” This time I smiled.
“Oh, that’s easy. I love sports, I play golf, but my handicap is terrible,” he laughed, “I like to think of it more like drinking beer and going for a walk. I also cook and like movies.”
So going out to bars and trying to fuck women is what? A part time job? Or maybe it’s not as much fun for you either. Oh yeah, angry drunk Karen is coming out. Time to wrap this puppy up and put this bitch to bed.
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Red and warm if taken fresh. A balmy 98.6 degrees Thin or thick, if coagulated. A taste like iron in my mouth, but only if busted free to drip on my tongue otherwise it is there with no taste at all kept in its veins.
The Liquid of Life
Flowing through the rivers inside us all All of those considered living. Pumping, pumped, pushed to the extremities raised too high, it won’t flow at all.
Mixed with breath, then life is given Take all the air out of the room, Watch the river flow blue, Giving not life but death River Styx
Wash in the river let it rain down on me. This red rain, this holy water. Drink of this cup and live … or die if spilled out on the ground.
The year is 2070. The COVID-19 virus never did go away. Vaccines were created but mutations evolved. Several more pandemic viruses sprang up. In 50 years the combined death toll for all things related to the virus, economic toll, military actions, indirect health cases and direct deaths, has reduced the global population by 2 billion people.
Tracy is a 20 year old girl in the anti-ers, a group of resisters that split from the formal governments of their time and formed their own “nation”, one without borders or formal structure. Live as you want, die as you ought was their motto. She was born an anti-er and she’ll die an anti-er. That was how it was, the way it ought to be. But she wasn’t like everybody else.
The global government bodies have come up with new technology to help with the spread of diseases of all kinds, according to them it can fight all COVID viruses and much more. Bio-engineered nanotechnology gobbly gook as her dad would say. He doesn’t understand it and don’t need to. He knows government conspiracy when he sees it. He should, he’s a leader of the anti-ers. They study conspiracies like a religion.
But Tracy does understand it. She’s also learned something else, something startling important and personal. Her parents are idiots. Nearly all the anti-ers are idiots. And it’s not just an opinion it’s truth, she has proof. Are her family and millions of families across the globe the product of a global conspiracy? Can she convince her family that they really are idiots? Can she convince anyone that there has been a conspiracy? And what can she do to stop it? She’s going to have to find out and fast. She’s got the virus and she either has to get onto the Nanobioinnoculator program and injected with the new technology within two weeks or she’s faced with possible death.
A story told in rhyme of a gumshoe detective and the client who is looking to find someone she hasn’t met.
She came in all black and blue,
The black was a dress that fit her like a sex starved lover,
the blue was her mood.
Me?
Me, I was the gumshoe she came to see.
She came for me to see red.
“I need you to find who did this to me,” she said.
Straight and to the point. Just like my hard on. Really, who
wears leather like that?
“What did they do? And can you afford my fee?”
Two questions. One word.
Yes.
The only answer I needed to know.
Then she parted her dress. Marks, red like rose petals in a line, down her back and across her butt. Her ass called to me. Neighing like a wild stallion.
Who was I not to answer the call of the wild?
“Those are some pretty heavy marks,” I said as I drooled, “the man that would mark such a canvas is a fool.”
Then the curtain dropped. Her dress was zipped back up.
“Just find him,” she said.
“Then leave him to me.”
I searched with information given to me.
She was at a party.
Then she passed out.
Then she awoke,
with marks given out.
I searched high and searched low
but enough about my mental state.
I found the answer she wanted.
I called her into my office.
She strode in on a pair of stiletto heels.
I wondered again if there were any way for me to get her off her feet.
I’m not the sweeping type but for her I’d find a broom.
“I got the info you wanted and more. You have what I want?”
“I’ve got the check”
“That’s not all that I want.”
“Just give me the information I need.”
“Just give me the check then.”
With money in my hand, at least on paper, I gave her a name then I gave her more.
“Here is the man who marked your skin.”
I made my announcement and then opened a door.
Then I got a surprise as she dropped to her knees.
“Master I am yours. Your marks on my skin caused my mind to leave. Subspace I entered by your hand. Take me as I am. Yours to do with as you please. Take me. I’m on my knees.”
They walked out hand and hand. All I had was the check in my hand.
Dames.
The next one that walks through that door remind me:
Listening in (An erotic story that’s just dialogue)
Why is the set up so important? I mean why can’t we just enjoy the fuck and be done with it?
Because we want to know why they’re fucking. It’s less rapey that way. It’s a girl thing. Girls want the emotional connection. Guys just want to fuck.
Oh contrare …
That’s ‘au contraire’.
Whatever, I enjoy the set up just as much and I’m a guy. I’m sure there are plenty of guys that do.
Well you’re special.
Thank you. Wanta fuck?
I thought you’d never ask and just keep blabbering all day.
It’s blathering…
Shut the fuck up and pull that big dick out.
This big, thick 8 inch monster? You want to suck this?
I’ll take that as a yes. Mmm you do that so goood. Yeah swallow that thing girl. Mmm yeah.
Don’t pull too hard on my hair. I’m getting it done tomorrow. It mmmpph. Mmm mmmp mmm …
What? I can’t hear you with so much cock in your mouth. Fuck your face harder? Why thank you I think I shall.
Oooo look how those balks bounce off your chin. What was that? Thank you sir. It’s a pleasure to please sir.
Uhh. Uhhh. Mmm.
You’re a fucking bastard you know that right?
Get up off your knees and take off those jeans and loose the shirt and bra too.
I’m not wearing a bra. You should be able to tell by how saggy these things are.
I love your big boobs and they don’t sag that much. They look good by your knees. Ooo you can put that finger some place else missy. Go put on your fuck me shoes; the red ones.
Those ones don’t fit.
I know. Consider it part of your punishment along with the spanking you’re about to get. If you’re lucky your ass will match your shoes.
And if I’m unlucky?
Then your shoes will clash with your purple ass.
Oooo. Let’s throw fashion to the wind. Please Sir?
Then bring the whip with you. Oh and keep your legs straight and knees apart when you bend over to get your shoes. I want to see what I’m getting in later.
Yes Sir. Is the view pleasant Sir?
Damn tasty.
I love how your ass sticks out in your heels.
You always have been an ass man.
And you have always had an ass worth being a man for. Mmm yeah feels so good. Bend over hands flat on the bed. Mmm snack time.
Mmm. Mmmmm. That’s good eating there. But it needs to be warmed up.
One.
Two.
Three.
Ahh there’s a little color. Amazing the results the ole cat o nine gets eh? You okay there?
Yes Sir. Just getting started Sir.
True I am. 20? Nice round number don’t you think?
Ahhh. Yes Sir. If it pleases you Sir.
See already compliant.
…
18
Ahh!
19
Ahh!
20
Ahhh!
Mmmmm nice and red. Ssss feel the heat from your buns. Yes squeeze that ass. Sooo good, sooo hot. I’m going to fuck you hard baby. You did good. Always good for me sweet one.
Thank you Sir. Please fuck me. Please fill my hot pussy with your cock. Make it your own.
Ahhhh yesss. Uhhh.
Mmm. Unnn. Uhhh. Mmm nnnn nnnnn nnnn.
Ohhh. Yess. Harder. Oh God. Ohh yess. Nnnnmm.
Uhhhh. Turn over and lie on the bed. Hold your knees. Yeah just like that. Look at that pussy.
Ohhhh. Yes eat my pussy John. Oh shit. Yeah. Right there. Right there! Ahhhh. Yess yess. Oh shit your finger … going to. .. Ohhh your tongue too … I’m …. Ahhhh!
Yes gonna fill that pussy up now. Oh fuck yeah. Hot and wet, feels so good. You feel so good baby. Uhnn uhhn. Uhhn! Ohhh yeah.
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