"There is a phone there to call someone, right?" She tried to keep her growing panic to a minimum.
He picked up the receiver, but it came off the wall, its cord dangling and unattached. "Won't be of much help, I'm afraid."
Betraying her privacy, once again, he listened in.
Fucking great! Just what I need after the day I had. Stuck in this fucking cramped box with a stranger and all I really want to do is get home, get out of these clothes and forget this day ever happened.
Hiding his growing smile, the man ran his fingers threw his hair, in three short steps he was beside her, gently putting his hand upon her shoulder. "I won't let any harm come your way."
She wrinkled her nose and flashed a quick half smile of thanks.
He threaded his fingers through the strap of her pocketbook, tugging it off her shoulder before she realized what he was doing.
"There's no need for you to hang onto this heavy suitcase. It's just us here and quite frankly, I'm not interested in it." He winked at her. He took the weight of it off of her leaving it dangling on his long fingers. She released her grip, allowing the man to take it. He plopped it on top of his jacket in the corner without stepping back from her.
"Take a deep breath and just relax," he instructed. "Close your eyes and think of your 'happy' place."
She looked him dead in the eye for the first time. "Yeah, okay. Anywhere but in here is my 'happy' place at the moment," she stated, bluntly.
He smiled at her then chuckled. Contagiously, the corners of her lips arched upward before she could stop herself.
"There now. Was that so bad?" he asked.
She tightened her lips. Damn, she thought to herself. I don't want to encourage him.
He stood tall in front of her. Without hesitation, he reached out and began to squeeze her shoulders. His touch both scared and relaxed her all at once. Not attempting to stop him, her fear began to melt with each contraction of his fingers. Her eyes closed as she succumbed to the massage.
"You should take off your jacket," he suggested. "So I can really help you relax."
Eyes still closed, she half-smiled and quickly raised and lowered her eyebrows.
Stopping for just a moment, he unbuttoned the denim jacket she wore. Helping it fall off her shoulders along her arms, he didn't force it completely off. He knew if she finished letting it fall, she would be his.
Only a spaghetti string of a tank top covered her bare shoulders. When he resumed his massage, the touch of his soft, warm fingers against her skin electrified her. Catching her breath seemed almost impossible.
How can a stranger have such an effect? she wondered to herself. No man before ever made me this wet this quickly, and only with a few quick squeezes on my shoulders. She took a deep breath, gathering in as much air as she could. Man, he smells great!
"It'd be better from behind," he whispered in her ear.
She quickly erased the visual his words brought to her brain. Blushing, she turned, offering him her back, not noticing his brilliant smile.
Strong fingers found every knot in her shoulders and made each one disappear. When the last one was gone, he moved up along her neck, kneading up and down without once pulling her hair to ruin the moment.
She was almost lost to her surroundings. Her jacket felt like 100 pounds on her elbows and forearms that were criss-crossed in front of her body. Wanting to rid herself of the weight, she uncrossed her arms and let the jacket fall to the floor.
"I learned massage when I was abroad," he offered.
"Mm," she answered.
"Am I hurting you?" His breath was toasty warm against her neck.
The words he spoke, just above a whisper, enticed her as they passed through her ear. A shake of her head back and forth was her response.
The massage transformed into an erotic tickle. Not the haha kind of tickle between siblings. The kind where rough, hard-working, calloused fingers magically become softer than a baby's smooth bottom, that sent pulses of ecstasy coursing into the inner core, awakening a crazy ache and lust as they glided along skin that was moistening in response.
She shivered.
He smiled, feeling blood rush to his growing hardness.
Not wanting to scare her, but wanting to know if he had permission to proceed, he lifted one spaghetti strap up on top of his finger so he could trace her collar bone and back over the top of her shoulder, allowing the strap to fall halfway down her arm. She didn't protest.
He then gently traced underneath her arm, the full length to her wrist where he drew what felt like circles. She shuddered as she remembered how much her wrists and inside of her elbows triggered pulses inside her. He raised her arm so that her palm pressed against the cold steel wall. This time he drew a figure eight on her wrist and stepped in against her. His other hand repeated the same tantalizing form, until both palms supported her against the back wall of the elevator.
His lips hovered close to the nape of her neck. She could barely feel the scruff on his cheek. Her head drifted backward, offering her neck to him.
He licked his drying lips and leaned in to taste her, while slowly dragging his fingertips back up her arms and, once again, tracing her collar bone to where it met just under her throat. Slowly, he made his way down under her shirt across the top of breasts. His fingers trembled with anticipation. He barely grazed her, tracing the underside of her firm, supple breasts before fondling the hard nipples that were waiting for him.
Involuntarily, she arched back into him, letting him take her weight. She wrapped her arms backward grabbing tightly onto his thighs, curiously moving up to clench his ass, pulling him further into her. A low moan escaped her throat, as her eyes rolled back into her head.
"Do you want me?" he asked, hoarsely.
A smile curved her lips until she bit the bottom one.
"Say it!" he demanded, stepping away from the woman.
Spinning around, she glared at the stranger before her. He had awoken aches within her that she hadn't felt in forever and now he was going to stop?
"Tell me you want me."
During the moment of contemplation, she looked him up and down. Tone, tense muscles bulged from behind his cotton t-shirt. The crotch of his pants was stretched to its limit, ready to burst if he wasn't released soon. She reached out, taking the bottom of his shirt and pulling it up over his head. He raised his arms so she could finish removing it. Her eyes opened wider at his form. Tight abs, cobra shaped back and chest. Just enough hair trimmed close on his chest with her favorite "happy trail" disappearing into his jeans. His arms were muscular, but not so huge that they turned her off. His hair fell back into place barely resting on his broad shoulders. She couldn't help herself, she wanted to run her hands along every inch of his upper body. Electricity passed from his skin to hers.
He grabbed her wrists and held her back. "Tell me," he taunted.
She met his eyes.
They twinkled as he winked. "Tell me, or we are done here."
She submitted to him. "I wanted you the second you walked into this elevator!"
His teeth shone through his smile. "What do you want me to do to you?"
"Everything!"
With no hesitation, he let go of her wrists and ripped open her flimsy tank-top exposing her to him. He cupped her face and kissed her so passionately it took her breath away. He ran his fingers through her hair then down along her neck. She barely felt him rip the back of her shirt as he had the front.
What had once been her shirt became the means he used to tie her wrists to the handrail. Although fear began to grip her, arousal overpowered the dread.
"But now I can't touch you," she complained while trying to wiggle free.
"Good," he replied with a smirk and a wink.
She tried to protest as he kissed her again, but quickly succumbed to teasing of his tongue. Instinctively she tried to wrap her arms around him, but couldn't. She bit his tongue in complaint. As she held it between her teeth, he raked his fi
ngers up her stomach from her hips to her tits, squeezing them as tightly then harder until she was forced to let go of her grip.
He didn't.
The gold cross hanging from her neck pinched her skin as he pressed her breasts together, toying with her protruding nipples with his teeth. Biting her own lip with the only option for release. The cotton of her panties was soaked through.
He made his way down her warm torso, kissing every available inch of flesh. She arched her back ,aching for more. He stopped just above the top of her denim skirt. Balancing on his ankles and supporting his weight with a tight grip on her hips, he looked up at her, hoping to meet her eyes. They were closed and her head pressed back tight against the cold steel wall. Her fists were clenched, almost white-knuckled, around the grab-bar to which she was tied.
With a jolt she opened her eyes and met his. Not breaking the stare, he traced each side seam of the faded blue fabric. He stiffened when he reached flesh. A devilish smile crept across his face as he slowly pushed the skirt up. She sucked in as much air as she could and held it in. Ever so deliberately he shimmied it up until it was clumped up just over her hip bones. With his bright white pearly teeth, he lowered her panties, smiling at how wet they were, while caressing her stomach.
Jesus - effing Christ! the woman exclaimed within the confines of her mind.
Suddenly, the man stood to his feet and stepped back, leaving the panties above her knees. "Am I doing something wrong, m'lady?"
"Yeah," the breathless words escaped, "Stopping!"
Smugly, he whispered, "What do you want from me?"
"To feel you."
"Where?"
"Everywhere! Against me!"
"Just against you?"
"On me."
"Is that it?"
"No. I want to feel you inside me!"
His eyebrows quickly lifted then lowered. With one step he was against her. Bare chest to bare chest. "Patience, m' lady."
"Closer," she begged.
Their hips touched and she could feel his hardness against her. Pulling her knees and shins together the panties fell to her ankles. She shifted her right leg up rubbing it against his groin, wiggling her ankle loose of the elastic around the cotton briefs. She lingered there for a few seconds, shifting from side to side, before touching her foot to the floor. Then she flicked the panties across the elevator. This time she smiled at him.
"Prove how good your tongue is."
"Making demands now?"
"Yes," she answered, wrapping her left leg around him, jerking him even tighter to her.
He almost stumbled trying to release from her grip. He didn't go far. And before she caught her next breath, they were locked in a kiss so passionate he had to break away to get air into his lungs.
With gentle, steady hands, he bent her neck and brushed away the hair hiding its flesh, sucking in purposely until it was purple. He did the same to each nipple causing them to become erect and swollen just like himself. Travelling further and further down, he stopped inches under her belly button, tracing over to the curve of her left hip then back across her stomach to her right hip.
She involuntarily shuddered as he ran his tongue down along the crease between her thigh and vagina. Anticipation nearly destroyed her.
She moaned in disapproval as he ignored her aching spot and switched his attention to the other inner thigh.
Their eyes met before hers rolled back into her head. Without stopping his teasing tongue on her thigh, he reached down and fumbled to undo his own pants. They fell to the floor. She was almost too lost to even notice. He licked the sweet saltiness of the juices dripping down her thigh.
Moving up, his closed lips grazed the bare skin of her. He used his tongue to open her, suckling her into near convulsions, stopping only to leave her wanting more. Moans of pleasure escaped her throat. Again she tried to free her hands so she could touch him. Pointless.
Repeating the teasing with his tongue, he took her to the edge again, but not over it. Her body arched and fell in a rhythm that made him harder with each pulse, causing him to throb to the verge of pain. A good kind of pain. An exhilarating kind of pain. It took a second for him to stand, only to force his body against hers with all his weight. Her ass slammed against the cold steel, causing her to buck forward into him. Their lips and tongues ravaged each other.
"Tell me," his husky voice demanded.
"Take me!"
"Now?"
"Yes!"
He entered her with a groan. She collapsed around him with a moan as his fullness stretched her open to receive him. Together their bodies swayed back and forth as one. His hands and fingers combed her moist hot flesh everywhere. With all her might, she summoned the strength to free her arms of their bondage, wrapping them around him, digging her manicured fingers into his back, splitting open his taunt skin. They stumbled backward together crashing into the doors of the elevator.
Spinning from wall to wall, leaving dents from the bodies' impact, they finally fell to the floor.
Her on top of him. She repositioned herself, squatting over him, ankles tight to his hips, and with her hands guided him back inside her. She only took the head at first, slowly she went down further, following her fingers along his firm girth, until her ass met his thighs. Quickly she went up again, stopping before she broke the seal. Then only a bit down, and back up, again and again moving down with each pump.
He was at the brink.
He shoved her off him to stop from exploding. "Not just yet!"
They stood facing each other. He cupped her cheeks and brought her to him for another passion round of tongue, pressing her back into the wall again. Holding her tongue between his teeth, he reached down under her thighs. She wrapped her legs around him and squeezed. He guided her onto him. She rode him as fast as she could.
"Good God!"
With perfect rhythm they took each other to the point of ecstasy and just as they were about to come, she sank her fangs into his neck. He screamed in release. Then returned the favor, sinking his fangs into her. She arched and growled. Blood spewed everywhere.
They bit, sucked, maintained their rhythm, came, convulsed and collapsed in satisfaction.
She cupped his face. Her thumbs traced the edge of his stubble. She hesitated a moment before caressing his lips.
Breathing in his smell, she memorized his touch. His strength, control and comfort made her ache for him. His need and his wanting of her made her feel like a woman again. Fucking him until they both experienced total satisfaction made her feel human again.
His warm blood gliding down her throat made her feel alive and strong again.
She stood, smoothed out her skirt, put on and adjusted her jacket and snatched up her pocketbook. Reluctantly she turned away from the slumped body, naked in a pool of leftover blood and stepped toward the elevator doors. She simply pushed a button. The doors flew open with no problem.
She walked through the threshold, turning back and wishing she had the control to stop before going too far. Getting laid was easy. A lover who was perfect and outstanding, knowing how to please you eagerly, however, was hard to find. This was only the second time in over five hundred years.
I don't want to wait so long to feel this way again, she rattled off inside her head.
"Me either, " he answered her. "I will call on you once I am healed."
Smiles crept across both of their faces as the elevator doors closed between them and she disappeared into the shadows.
Whispers
by Nina Stevens
You rub against me
And it slithers around us
Sheets rustle
And I hear the whisper
A secret that doesn't want to be kept
Veiled and robed
Roped and chained
When all I want is naked
Remnants and ribbons of reality
Untied and undone
A soft seething begging for release
Images scrib
bled onto steamed glass
Leave behind ghostly effigies etched into forever
Hearts traced with fingertips
Through fog
Leave beaded drippings
Trails of a secret waiting to be found
Waiting for the heat of the sun to reveal what's hidden
Feigned invisibility giving faith to arrogance
The folly of it all on the cusp of coming
The last lusting sigh of debauchery
Coming to the end of a whisper
For a Yueji's Smile
by Sergio ‘ente per ente’ Palumbo & edited by Michele Dutcher
Dark-eyed Meifeng, her name meaning ‘beautiful wind’ in Chinese, wore her elaborate, glistening black hair wondrously tied up in a bun. Her curls perfectly accented her gray/white loose-fitting clothes with long large sleeves, the ensemble made up of a blouse and a wrap-around skirt dotted with drawings of flowers, that enveloped her lithe young body. She had long been dead… Her lost husband, Guowei, had revived her more than ten years ago, giving life again to her corpse by means of an ancient ritual that involved the use of some rare, forbidden substances and a very ancient artifact that history and legends had already forgotten.
How ironic that her husband had been the first casualty of her new, unexpected desire for fresh meat, blood and the vital energy of life you could only find, and take delight, in a human body. She had become a Jiang Shi, a fabled, reanimated corpse in Chinese legends, a sort of zombie. According to the most common superstitions, creatures like her slept or kept themselves hidden in dark places such as caverns by day, but at night they moved around by hopping, arms outstretched and killing several living beings to steal their meat and life energy. The reality was very different and although many years had passed since the day Guowei died, the woman looked exactly as she had ten years ago - like a 30-year-old beautiful courtesan. She had conceived of the perfect way to take advantage of her attractiveness and sensuality in order to meet her monthly needs to get fresh meat and blood, human meat and blood, of course and sustain her splendid physical look and her life as an undead creature.
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