Authors: Michael Malflic
Nina and the Cherub helped her to her feet and escorted her off of the stage.
Nadrea
passed by Vincent and a host of applauding gay men she leaned into him “Rape me. Make me crawl across the floor and then take me.” Vincent just smiled as the three ladies and the toy bag disappeared across the club and back into the private room where she had left not so long ago.
Nadrea
found herself outside the club her blouse draped open over the now loosely worn corset covering her rope marked torso which felt naked from the rope’s embrace that she had just been released from.
A deliciously slow and intimate last adventure inside the club.
“Show me what’s next, show me,
make
me scream” she implored Vincent with an unrelenting energy and excitement.
Vincent just smiled.
“Show me how you make me feel so alive.” She whispered into his ear as she threw her arm around his neck before leaping from the ground like and excited child being reunited with a long since seen relative that they truly adored and genuinely missed. She wrapped her legs around his torso holding on to him, never wanting to let go, never wanting to lose the feel of his arms around her. Vincent just stood there calmly hailing a cab in the now cold night air as the sweat on their skin began to chill and evaporate. “Where are we going
”
Nadrea
asked. “Let’s just run away, let’s leave, we can go anywhere.” Her tone a mixture of genuine emotion and lust imagining their life now as a series of exchanges but a never ending search for the next adventure, where ever and whatever it may be at that moment she truly didn’t care as long as she was with him.
Nadrea
continued on “I promise I’ll go anywhere. I’ll do anything you can imagine.” Her words desperate but her tone was not, she felt something, she was not used to feeling any genuine emotions, she could not have felt more vulnerable if she had been standing naked in the rain right there on 34
th
street her tone for once innocent in her offer, her words committed and yet knowing. She was spinning she had never felt quite like this before, she had never glowed like she was angelic in her own right, laughing she kissed him. For the first time in so many years spent tittering on the edge of perversion and isolation she wondered if Vincent was beginning to feel any of the things that she felt, but lost inside her joy, inside her emotions and inside her dream euphoric state all she knew was what she felt. The amazing, wonderful feelings that were coursing through her brain,
her body and for once her very soul. Feelings that she neither tried to numb, nor control but ones she let flow openly and honestly.
Still hanging around his neck her soft skin twisting as she contorted herself and Vincent placed his arm around her back to keep her from falling away from him and into the street as he placed back on the ground he leaned forward and kissed her back. “Let’s get in the cab, it’s getting late.”
Nadrea
slid in slightly less than halfway across the back seat leaving barely enough room for Vincent to sit. As the cab pulled away the surreal still of the night rushed by, the city calm and quiet. The madness of the day and the deviance of the night’s fading far behind, not so far as to not provide a lifetime of memories. Vincent gently kissed her face and then her hair, a sharp contrast to the tepid lustful and acts that were just recently committed between them. She wondered if he would ever know that she was in love with him. She felt so secure in his embrace, so soft and warm and safe. Despite her actions or perhaps because of them
Nadrea
was so very often lonely even in the company of others. The exceptions were few and there were only a few people who really ever got to know who she was, it was a problem she had herself wondering aimlessly like a lost person trying to figure out who she really was, all the while pushing herself into a direction of who she thought she should be for so many reasons each more wrong than the last. For those few fleeting seconds in her life to that point she was not alone and began to see who she really might be, or at least who she might become, hoping against the reality that she dared not even think about that those feelings she had would never dissipate, the strange sensation of being awash in her own innocent and genuine emotions.
Vincent sat motionless watching his strange little angle as they made their way through the
city,
Nadrea
continued to float in a dream like state. Had daylight come when it was due for the hours she would sleep felt like days, she couldn’t have know that by the first caress of daylight she would wake up alone, abandon in a raging sea of emotions. For as long as the magic, in those fleeting moments she lingered because in a few hours she would hate the dawn for stealing her lover away. But those hours had yet to pass.
Vincent entered the hotel, all he wanted was something primal, he had felt feelings that night that were better if not dwelled upon and too strong for him to put into words even within his own mind. Strangely he felt is he had gone somewhere he never intended, somewhere that he shouldn’t have been and something in that those taboos awakened things that before now he simply felt should not be allowed to exist within him. As they entered the elevator his gentle and guiding touch became instantly more suggestive as the doors began to close.
Nadrea
willingly accepted him, she herself feeling like an animal, wanting and needing him. There was no boundary that she would not let him cross. “I’m feeling wild.”
The words escaped from her lips and placing them quietly in his ear.
As the elevator doors opened they made their way through the lobby to the next elevator that would carry them so many stories above the city’s street. Vincent swept her up in his arms like a favorite doll, admiring her and for the first time he was lost in darkness of her eyes, Vincent saw everything, he saw
Nadrea
not as she pretended to be but what she truly was. He kissed her deeply cradling her body in his arms. The pair lingered between embraces and kisses as they slowly made their way down the elaborate minimalist decorations the filled the hallways finally in front of the door to their room. Before the door had even closed itself
Nadrea
was against the wall of windows on the far side of the room, navigating past the furniture and the abundant flower arrangements. Vincent approached like a cat hunting its prey slowly each movement and step measured and more silent than the last.
Nadrea
eyes him as he hovered over her both of their minds raced with the thoughts of what was about to come.
Reaching for the buttons on her blouse Vincent kissed
Nadrea’s
lips, her dry, parched lips from the already long evening and stepped back placing his hands on her blouse and tearing it open one button at a time, his movements deliberate, his intentions beyond calculated. This was a fantasy that
Nadrea
had but one so personal that she never dared speak it, not a word not even for a second. She imagined that someone found her so desirable, that someone needed her so desperately that they couldn’t be bothered with the simplest of things like buttons. It was to her the ultimate
unspeakable act of lust. The mixture of her new emotional connection and growing arousal made her body flush as endorphins began to run through her, delivering a state of euphoria to her tired and well worn being. Don’t stop she implored him as he popped the last two buttons off of the shirt. The blouse fell from her shoulders and her upper back pressed against the windows soaking up the cold night air through the glass. The seduction had taken hours but the moments before them, the ones that had to eventually arrive were at hand and at last as he unfastened her skirt and it fell gracefully to the floor.
Nadrea
kissed him and guided Vincent’s hands to the laces on her corset. Hey toyed with them pulling it a bit tighter here and then a bit tighter there before reaching back with both hands in earnest and slowly began to unlace it, taking his time pulling each side out one eyelet at a time. The leather began to fall revealing lines on her breast and stomach from where the ropes had been. The marks are light and barely risen but plainly there for anyone present to see.
She admired them herself as Vincent removed the garment and tossed it aside, his wanton disregard for where it landed a stark contrast to Nina’s nearly incessant folding and placing of removed clothing. As he kissed her exposed breasts his hands caressed her back and legs finding their way to the last stitches of clothing covering her, the latex thong. “
tear
it off of me.” She dared to reveal even more of her lust filled desires as Vincent kissed down across her stomach and kneeled down in front of her playfully kissing her, she could feel his lips through the heat of the latex. She looked at him with great anticipation his upward gaze met her hopeful stare. Popping buttons on a blouse or even tearing a pair of cotton panties was one thing but the deliberate force needed to tear latex is all together different. Vincent placed both of his hands directly in the center of the front and as
Nadrea
braced herself against the window tensing with excitement as a small tear from his massive hands began down the center of the latex. She could feel the strength of his hands as he tore it slowly apart exposing the last of her as the last of it tore to the side before ripping complete off her body with one final and swift motion. She pressed herself towards him but Vincent took her from the window and placed her on the table she reclines knees in the air the heat of her skin slowly
warming as the remaining coolness from the glass on her skin casts a dewy silhouette on the table’s dark wooden surface. Vincent moved between her legs pursuing her pleasure relentlessly time and again before slowly and rhythmically penetrating her, filling her with what she had longed for. The pair remained intertwined for 73 minutes, the remainder of the world for those moments ceases to exist, all of the universe was there between them, a passing touch, a long kiss, a thigh brushing against a thigh as the moved in rhythm together, moving from the table to the floor. She found her way across the room and draped her sweaty and quivering body across the couch as he continued to drive himself into her and she reciprocated each movement ensuring that he was reaching her in the places that she needed, that she longed for and that she desired. Each touching the other with increasing intensity as he held her against the wall,
Nadrea’s
legs wrapped around Vincent’s waist, their chests pressed together lips locked in a breathless kiss as they continued to rise and fall in a perfectly choreographed unison, it was an artful act timed as precisely as ballet, each movement flowing seamlessly to the next, then repeated for emphasis. Finally collapsing during her final release of the night and his first, the pair came to rest in the most unlikely of place, the bed. She had a life filled with interludes, depravities and unimaginable erotic acts but it was the first time she had ever made love to another person, not only with her body but with her heart and every part of her soul. It was the first time she had not been fucked or had or taken but in return he had taken her places that she never dreamed existed as he made love to her. It was just like heaven.
The Early Birds Break a Sweat
Donna and the Husker woke not together, but each alone in their own beds. The Husker as was quite predictable was up early, it was his first day of rowing. Not long after rising he found himself at the boat house and then only moments later on the water with a group of other newbie’s and a few less conditioned veterans. Robert was in good shape his body hard and lean from a lifetime of running mixed with an obsession about his diet. He lifted weights twice a week, nothing extreme just a little strength training but it was religiously in his routine.
Rowing is most often not an individual sport but one where his height and his leverage was solely his advantage, there was the lure of the perception that it was an elitist sport, in part that is true but the true lure was the peace found in the rhythm as darkness and the cold of night gave to the warm bright light of the day. Within minutes he found himself struggling, to fall into rhythm, it was
not unusual but also not completely his fault
. The
scull
was an eight man job, still in good repair but past its competitive peak just like the men who were manning her. The Husker’s hands grew tired, aching as the oars would dig into the water propelling the boat on it’s less then perfectly straight course, a strong drive from the legs followed by a pull from ones arms and back to make the boat dance across the water.
The Husker’s legs were tiring, burning deeper and deeper across the front of his thighs, the intensity growing like a spreading southern California forest fire. The Potomac was quite as the light of day slowly overtook the blackness of night, cars drove along the water and passed through the bridges overhead, winding their way through the district, most head to some anonymous unknown job, passing the boat intermittently, their passage not steady or noticed. Still the boat glided across the water, oars slowing and the force lessening but each man began to fall more into rhythm with the other, soon the oars were lifted and as the brief rest began the team readied themselves for a brisk sprint this time downstream with the assistance of the current. The clubs other boats had already
reached the point to make the turn having passed back through the novices, most of who were not in anywhere near the physical condition of the husker.