The Gift – Part 2

Jesse sucked in his breath again, this time in shock. “Um, um, I need a minute” he stammered. He walked over to the bar in the suite and poured himself three fingers of 20-year old scotch and added an ice cube. He moved to the lounge chair near Alita and sat down, almost as if the blood had run out of his legs.  His mind raced. His initial reaction was revulsion. What would people think of him if they knew he did this, what would Alita think of him, what would he think of himself? He chuckled to himself at the curveball she threw him, the irony.

“Why are you smiling?” Alita asked.

Jesse, after sipping the whiskey, relayed the curveball joke. His mind raced. Everything was so perfect with her. She was THE mate for him. She was THE mother for his son. She was THE wife that would be perfect for him. His mind began to rationalize her question by examining the time and effort with her. The time and sex with her were always fantastic to him. Not crazy, monkey sex he had with random women in past, but it was always fulfilling and sometimes fantastic, it always meant something, and he always felt good afterwards.

The Offering – Part 2

In the silence of the night, a sound slowly reverberates through your ears and body. A rhythmic drum sound. It sounds tribal. Its beat is hypnotic. Your body slowly begins to pulse to the beat. Your mind opens up to the rhythm. You connect to its sound.

You feel the earth move slightly. Not like an earthquake or anything like that, more like a pathway being cleared to you. You feel it from behind you. You want to turn and see, but decide to wait. The energy changes. You open to it but you can feel its strength and it is overwhelming and safe and intense. You want to drop to your knee but you find the strength to stay

*.-It’s him. I can feel him. -*

His touch lights you on fire. You can feel him moving around you. Inspecting you, drinking you in. It is intoxicating. Every part of you wants to reach out to him, to have him touch you, to give in to him, to feel his power over you. But you know that is wrong. Being a brat here and now would spoil everything. He caresses both your arms, fingertips slowly gliding over your skin. Your hair stands on ends and you can feel the goosebumps explode all over your body. The touch is amazing and a tease. Mentally, you do not know if you can last much longer. Just standing there.

The Gift – Part 1

Jesse Kafir was on top of the world. In fact, he could never think of a time when he had really been on the bottom. He smiled at himself as he checked himself out in the mirror. The personal training he had been taking had paid off. At 45, he may have looked as good as ever. He towered over most people at 6’4″. In his youth, as a professional baseball pitcher, he had been skinny, but now he his trainer had help him fill out. He traced the lines of his 6 pack, feeling pride. 

He stood in his closet, looking through his suits for the right look for the business deal he was set to close on that day. The man he was supposed to meet was probably one of the most interesting men he had ever met. He did not hurt that the man was closing on a huge loan with his bank. His Christmas bonus would be huge this year. So big, that he could finally ask a very special girl a very special question. 

The Offering Part 1

You sit there, naked, next to the fire. The horseshoe of RV’s and tents to your back, the woods to your front. The contrast of modern comforts to the semi wild of the trees, scrub brushes, and rocks hits you sharply as you begin to ponder what is in store for you in the next few hours.

Last night was fun, but you did drink too much, fucked too much, and you are tired. You see your friends and acquaintances move around the site as you continue to drink water, hydrating, and being present next to the fire. The afternoon is cooling off finally. The sun beginning to set behind the trees and a slight breeze picking up, almost as if clearing away the night before. You think about last night. It was hot. It was sexy. This group of amorous people, kissing each other, swapping energy, couples disappearing, the sounds of sex throughout the night. Hell, when you woke up to pee near dawn you saw one of the husbands doggy styling another’s wife by the glowing embers from last night. You can feel the soreness in your pussy thinking about the man who hammered you last night. You wanted to be taken, to give in, but it did not happen. In a weird way, his selfishness in taking you felt off. Yes, it felt good, but even his big cock, bigger than most, was kind of hollow, not all that much different than using a vibrator.

Dirty Elves – Part 1

“I fucking hate elves”

I heard him say this from my peripheral, just in earshot, and it caught my attention. I was sitting at this dive bar. One of those dive bars where only alcoholics go and occasionally fucking millennials trying to be different. You know the ones, you have seen them. It was Christmas night. My son was with his mom, and I could not stand one minute alone in my house again. I wanted to feel as bad and lonely as the other alcoholics. I wanted to hate myself and my life.

I am not sure the right way to describe this guy. He just had a presence. Like “The Dude” from the Big Lebowski but with class and verve. Intelligent eyes, well built, and a handsome man. I turned and saw him take a sip from his three finger gut rot whiskey. I know it is gut rot whiskey because I am drinking it too, and its the only whiskey they have in this god forsaken place. Seeing him made the smell of stale alcohol and cheap cleaner masking it disappear.