by Violet Blue
“Oh, fine,” she said, walking toward him. “You?”
“The usual.”
She leaned in for a quick kiss. He pulled off his shirt as she sat on the bed to remove her hose.
“You going to start dinner soon?” she asked. “I’m starving.”
“I’m on it,” he assured her, flashing his best smile.
Oh, she did love Fridays. She knew exactly what was coming. “Thank you,” she said, standing. She put a hand to the side of his cheek and kissed him again.
She watched him pull on a pair of jeans that were a little tighter than usual. They had a slightly feminine cut to them, but he could get away with that. He was close to her size, lean and tall. As he pulled on a T-shirt, she watched his dark hair fall into place. God, he was good-looking.
He headed toward the hallway. “That’s right, get in there and make me some dinner,” she called, teasing him. She knew it would make him smile as he continued on his way to the kitchen.
Dana slid off the rest of her clothes and then stood in front of the closet naked, considering her choices. To the left were her usual selections—sundresses, tank tops, skirts—but those she ignored. To her right were her clothes for Friday nights. She eyed them for a moment, fingering the fabric. Then she chose a pair of dark slacks and a white collared shirt. She removed them from the hangers and laid them on the wide bed behind her.
She stepped back, closed the closet, and made her way to the dresser by the door. She opened her underwear drawer and glanced at the colorful lacy assortment. Then she reached far into the back. She brought out a white pair of men’s briefs and tossed them on the bed.
She reached to the back of the drawer again. This time she brought out a clear harness, which she stepped into and pulled up onto her hips. She quickly adjusted the straps around her waist and on the very tops of her thighs.
She grabbed the briefs from the bed and stepped into them. As she slid them on, she stole a glance at herself in the long mirror on the wall. Just pulling these on made her feel sexier, more confident. She already felt entitled to act differently.
She put her hand into the drawer again and brought out a flesh-colored dildo. It was absolutely realistic looking, with small veins poking out on the sides and a beautiful fat head at the tip. She held it in her hands for a moment and stroked it with her fingertips. Just the shape of it turned her on.
Dana took the dildo and slid it inside her briefs. She couldn’t fit it into the ring of the harness, because it would be at too extreme an angle under her clothes, a permanent erection. Instead, she adjusted it gently. Watching herself in the mirror, she angled it just right and removed her hand from her shorts.
She quickly stepped into the bathroom, then, grabbing a role of elastic bandage, she returned to her previous spot in the bedroom. The bandage was made of a flexible, tan fabric. It was the kind usually used for wrapping sprained ankles or injured knees, but Dana planned to use it for something else. She lifted the fabric to her breasts. They were only average size, but she couldn’t wear a bra under her shirt, and she didn’t want her nipples to show through, either. She wound the bandage around herself several times before securing it and lowering her arms. She bound her breasts firmly, but not too tight, still giving herself a nice flat boyish chest.
She eyed her new body, striking a languid contrapposto pose in the mirror, her hand hovering near her package.
She was satisfied with the effect.
Dana turned back to the rest of her clothes. She pulled them on at once, tucking the white collared shirt into the slacks. The pants were loose, hiding the last of her feminine curves. She slid on a pair of socks and men’s shoes from under her side of the bed.
Next, she went into the bathroom and stepped up to the mirror, looking closely at her hair. It was short enough, but blow-dried into a flowing feminine style. She brushed through it, pushing it more closely against the sides of her head, then grabbed a can of Michael’s hairspray and fixed it into place.
Michael. The thought of him sent electric shivers up her spine. He was perfect, beautiful. She wanted him. Suddenly she felt possessive of him. She smiled. And he was in there right now fixing her dinner.
Dana unconsciously licked her lips as she walked to the hall. She moved with long, sure steps, a slight swagger underneath them. She moved like he usually did, as if he owned the place—which he did, of course, but then she owned it too.
She crossed the living room and entered the kitchen, greeting him casually. His eyes moved over her as she approached him. She knew how much she turned him on when she was like this, but was it her manliness or her attitude? He turned back to his cooking and she came up behind him and bent to kiss him on the cheek. It was clean shaven, baby smooth, and kissable.
She pushed her pelvis close to his perfectly rounded ass. She could feel his shape in those formfitting jeans; she also knew that he must be able to feel her. The dildo was at the front of her pants, rubbing up against him. He stopped for a moment. She knew he must be keenly aware of what he felt. She heard his breath catch in his throat.
They were roughly the same height, but he was barefoot right now. In these shoes, she was slightly taller. She put her arms around his waist and peered over his shoulder.
“So, what’re we having?” she asked, breaking the spell.
“Oh, a little salad,” he said, gesturing at the cucumbers and tomatoes he was cutting up. “Steak…”
“My favorite,” she said into his ear. He popped a sweet tomato into her mouth. She bit it, feeling the juiciness explode onto her tongue as she punctured the thin skin.
“…and green beans,” he said, lifting the lid of another pot to let the savory smell of the beans sautéing in chopped garlic and butter escape.
She took a step toward the pot, leaning over it to inhale the mouthwatering scent. “Heavenly,” she said.
“It won’t be long till it’s ready,” he said, stirring the pot.
She crossed the kitchen to the far side, opening a cabinet. She removed a glass tumbler and a bottle of scotch. She poured herself a few fingers and returned the bottle to the shelf. Dana grabbed the glass and carried it to the kitchen door.
“Just let me know, hon,” she said with her back turned as she walked into the living room.
Dana grabbed the newspaper and sank into the comfortable leather chair. She reclined and sipped the oaky amber-colored liquor. It was her prerogative. After all, she had had a hard day at work, a hard week, in fact. Leaning back, she spread the paper open and crossed her legs, hooking her left ankle on top of her right knee the way Michael often did. She scanned the pages and continued to sip. In the other room, she could hear the pleasant soothing noises of a dinner being prepared for her. She could smell the sizzling steak and the garlic. Her mouth watered.
There wasn’t much that interested her in the paper today, but that wasn’t the point. The idea was for her to relax a little, to sit back and enjoy. She took another sip and closed her eyes for a moment, letting the liquid swirl around on her tongue. It tasted strong to her. She felt she was eating the fumes as she swallowed. It gently but pleasantly burned her throat on the way down.
Her thoughts wandered as she sat. She pictured the way she had looked standing in the mirror in the bedroom, her chest bound and boyish. She remembered the way she had felt standing there in her briefs, adjusting the dildo just so. Thinking about it made her wet. She brought her hand to her crotch in a protective gesture, cradling the bulge in her pants.
God, she wanted to fuck. But not just yet. She heard the sound of sizzling steaks being taken off the grill. The knobs clicked into place as the stovetop burners were turned off one by one.
Then she heard him calling softly. “Sweetie, it’s ready,” he announced. She heard the metallic sound of pans being laid in the sink.
“Coming.”
Dana folded her newspaper and put it to the side. She downed the last swallow of her scotch and placed the glass on a side table. Clasping t
he wide leather armrests, she slowly raised herself to her feet.
In the kitchen, the food was already laid out for her. Two places were set at the table, food arranged perfectly on the round white plates. Extra helpings of everything waited in bowls in the center.
Dana gave him a warm smile. “Looks good enough to eat,” she joked.
She sat at the table, giving him a minute to put the last of the pans in the sink.
At last he joined her. Michael approached the table, wiping his hands on a plain white apron he had worn to keep the grease off his clothes as he cooked the steaks. He stopped at his chair, untying the white strings behind him and sliding the apron over his head. He laid it on the counter and sat down.
Dana shook a little salt and pepper over her meat. She picked up her fork and steak knife and sliced into the tender cut. She bit into the triangle of steak, feeling the juices flow out. She could taste the dark grill marks with the top of her tongue. Dana complimented him. She looked back down at her plate and the glistening pink sliver cut into the thick cutlet. She thought again of her pussy and how wet she was. Her lips almost ached from how long she had been waiting.
As they talked, Dana looked him up and down hungrily. She reached out to rub his upper arm affectionately. They discussed her week at work, their plans for the weekend. Dana mentioned some chores she had to get done in the backyard.
Dana watched his fingers as he ate. She eyed the smooth pink cupid’s-bow curve of his mouth. Just now, she thought of him as something more delicate than usual. She looked over his chest, imagining the way he looked beneath the T-shirt. She tried to picture not the muscles there, but just the small pink nipples. She felt a flickering in her clit and knew this was turning her on. She shifted in her chair, adjusting her pants a little.
After a few more bites, she leaned back, feeling full. Michael pushed the plate toward her playfully and reminded her to finish her vegetables. With a friendly but sarcastic roll of the eyes, she complied.
Finally, Michael sat back as well and laid down his fork. Dana was full too, but she knew she wasn’t satisfied. She wondered how he felt. As they talked about the meal, Michael stood and collected the plates. He scraped the leavings into the garbage and set the white dishes into the sink with the pots and pans.
“Well, I guess I’m done here,” he said, wiping his hands. “Your turn for the dishes.”
“What?” Dana said, turning in his direction. “No, it’s your turn this time.”
“But after every time we switch,” he said.
Dana rose from the chair and approached him. He looked delicious leaning there against the sink. “I know. So your turn,” Dana insisted.
“I don’t think so.”
Michael took a step forward, but Dana caught him by his wrist. She brought her body behind him, pushing him against the counter. She leaned forward over him, holding his hands against the countertop.
She looked down at the perfect line of his lower back. She pushed her hips toward him, grinding into him as he arched back a little. She could feel his body against her, nervous but inviting. She knew he wanted it. He had wanted it all night.
“Well, maybe we could work out some kind of deal,” she said.
They were both breathing harder. “Anything you say,” he whispered.
Roughly, she reached around him, unbuttoning his jeans. She pulled them down and kicked them to the side. She could see the curve of his ass now, beautifully exposed in front of her. She was in complete control of him. He was hers for the taking.
She brought her arms to his hips, moving them slowly up the sides of his stomach and chest. She took in his heat, the touch and smell of him as she did this. She moved her hand up the back of his head, feeling the texture of his dark hair slide through her fingers. She closed her eyes.
Dana couldn’t wait any longer. She reached for her fly, unzipped the front of her pants, and lowered them a little. Gently, she reached into her briefs and grabbed the dildo, fitting it through the ring of the harness. She lowered her briefs and looked down at it standing there, hard and firm. She stroked it a few times and imagined the sensation traveling through her.
She backed up a step.
“Now turn around and kneel down,” she ordered.
Silently, looking down toward the floor, he turned and knelt in front of her.
“Now suck it,” she said.
He reached up with one hand, touching the underside of her cock. He stroked the length of it and then brought his mouth to the tip. Looking submissively up at her, he took it in his mouth. He slid it in up to the hilt and then back.
She closed her eyes and leaned her head back with a groan. As he blew her, the base of the dildo pushed against her pussy, exciting her. He began to suck her faster and harder, the harness grinding against her. All the time, his eyes looked up, searching for her approval. She moaned.
“Oh, that’s good,” she purred. She could feel her blood quicken. He was so perfect, so sensual, kneeling there on the kitchen floor. She put a hand to the back of his head, guiding him roughly in and out.
He worked her as she pushed against the ring of the harness, getting wetter all the time. She was getting lightheaded. No, she couldn’t end it like this. She wanted more. She gripped the back of his hair and pulled him away.
“Stand up,” she commanded.
As he stood, she could see how hard he was. His dick stood at attention, ready to fuck her, but that she wouldn’t allow. She pushed him backward against the countertop. He half-sat, half-stood at the edge, thrown slightly off balance. She grabbed his wrists and pinned them to his sides, leaning him back completely.
With one hand, she lifted the front of his shirt slowly, looking at his taut beautiful stomach. She raised it farther, just enough to reveal his small round nipples. Seen this way, they seemed more sexual than usual, like something hidden, something forbidden. She leaned over him, clamping her lips to one of them. She sucked it gently, flicking it with her tongue, then bit down hard and felt him squirm against the counter.
She raised her head and looked him in the eye. Opening her mouth, she brought the fingers of her right hand across her tongue, making them glistening and wet. Holding his gaze, she lowered her hand, moistening the tip of her erection.
He closed his eyes and stiffened. He knew what was next. Playfully, she sought out the puckered surface of his round hole and moved against it gently. Surely he could feel the slippery dildo teasing him. She could feel the fleshy opening ready to give way.
“Do you want it?” she asked.
“Yes,” he whispered, still averting his eyes. The skin of his back and shoulders was pressed against the cold surface of the counter.
“You want me to fuck you?” she demanded, pushing firmly up against him. She watched his dick twitch eagerly as she said those words.
“Yes,” he insisted.
With that, she leaned toward him and grabbed him by the hips, sliding into him.
As she did this, she felt a delicious pressure against her clit. She could hear his breath stop in his throat for a moment as the shock hit him. His muscles tensed.
She felt a power then, as if she owned him, as if he was incredibly vulnerable, there only for her pleasure. Was this how men felt when they fucked her?
She pushed into him again, harder this time. He gasped a little as she entered. His member rubbed against her belly with each thrust, getting harder all the time. She could tell he would come soon. She could tell that he loved it.
She pulled his hips to her and rode him then, driving her cock into him rhythmically. She could feel the pressure building against her pussy. She was wet and eager.
“Do you like that?” she demanded.
In answer, she felt his breathing change. He gripped her forearms and brought his head forward. His body spasmed against her gently.
Dana closed her eyes to savor the moment, her pussy throbbing impatiently beneath the harness. She cradled the back of his head as she felt his cre
amy wetness pumping onto his stomach. She felt him shudder. They stayed like that for several moments.
Eventually, she placed a hand on his thigh and slid out of him ever so slowly. She removed the dildo from the ring and tucked it back into her briefs. Michael stood, stepped in front of her, and took her roughly by the shoulders. He pressed against her, kissing her firmly on the mouth, their tongues working together. She could feel the wetness of his come now against her skin. Dana smiled and playfully swatted him on the ass.
She removed her stained shirt and leaned backward against the counter with an intense longing stare, her taut stomach now visible. Her delicate left hand rested in the sink, flicking the soapy water near the dishes.
“Your turn,” she insisted.
GOOD PONY
Scarlett French
“Bend over,” she said.
“I’m sorry?” I replied, rather taken aback.
“I said ‘Bend over.’” Buki looked at me with impatience, a black riding crop poised in midair.
I looked again at her, then at the riding crop. Then I looked around the shop. None of the customers appeared to have noticed, but this was England, and people tend to be polite about such things.
“Ah, Buki, I don’t think that it’s in my job description to get assaulted by colleagues.”
“Suit yourself. I just thought it was worth you experiencing the snap of a riding crop so you could better talk to customers about them. This is the first time we’ve had Hamlet’s Horse Supplies products in, and they’re the best crops money can buy—Pony Club approved ’n’ all.”
I paused. I hadn’t worked at the sex shop very long and still wanted to make a good impression, show myself willing when it came to learning about things that might not appeal to me in particular. But I felt a bit out of my depth. It was true that I hadn’t sold riding crops before, so I needed to learn about them, but I would have preferred to whack one against my own hand to get a feel for them. Surely customers who bought stuff like that knew what they wanted anyway?