I'm pretty sure I'm the only one who will notice, but there was some weirdness when I published my last short story "Good Morning"
As a result for a very short time there was two versions of it available on the Kindle store. It's fixed now, but the author page and listings will take a day to be corrected. I'm very sorry for any confusion or difficulties this might cause.
Friday, October 4, 2013
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
Hump Day Freebie
This coming Wednesday I'll be trying out Kindle's KDP program and putting up my short story "Waiting" for free, for one day only.
If you haven't checked out any of my stories, this would be a good chance :)
http://www.amazon.com/Waiting-ebook/dp/B00ENOV7FQ
I hope you take advantage, and I hope you enjoy it.
If you haven't checked out any of my stories, this would be a good chance :)
http://www.amazon.com/Waiting-ebook/dp/B00ENOV7FQ
I hope you take advantage, and I hope you enjoy it.
Thursday, September 26, 2013
Now Live
Well, this blog is now live on my Author page over on Amazon, which makes me nervous as hell. Hello Amazon folks!
You can also now find that page at amazon.com/author/liriel
I'll do my best to post excerpts, updates, all that sort of thing. To begin with, if you would like to be notified when there's something new, use the subscribe field over on the right.
You can also now find that page at amazon.com/author/liriel
I'll do my best to post excerpts, updates, all that sort of thing. To begin with, if you would like to be notified when there's something new, use the subscribe field over on the right.
Well that's surprising
Well. I decided to dip my toe in the world of E-publishing and to my everlasting surprise, it's going quite well. Not enough to quit a day job or anything mind, but enough so that it seems like I should make every effort to make a serious go of it.
I've published a grand total of 10 e-books, and now realize I've rather neglected this blog in the process. If you want to check out what I've got out there, take a look here.
http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00EO5HAE6
I am meaning to post links in the book section of this blog, and to link from my author page back to this blog, and all that sort of thing but frankly I'm just enjoying writing and having someone read what I produce so much that I just never want to stop and do the book-keeping, I want to keep writing.
But, in any case I'm still trying to resolve all these different streams of information into some semblance of a cohesive whole.
So, it seems like I should give you some information about what's upcoming, since it seems like that would be the sort of thing you would find interesting if you happen to have found your way here.
In keeping with that idea, here's an excerpt from a coming story about a man who let's his desire get the better of his common sense, and ends up in way over his head.
I couldn’t believe it.
Even with her head bobbing in my lap, the fucking amazing feeling of her hungry lips sliding up and down my shaft, the soft weight of her breasts resting on my thighs, I just couldn’t bring myself to believe it was actually reality. It all seemed somehow surreal, even with the intense sensations of skin on mine. I leaned back and groaned, running my hands through my hair and letting my eyes close for a moment, just enjoying the tactile feeling of her wondrously smooth skin sliding over mine. I let each detail trickle through my mind, weighing it, analysing it, confirming it’s existence before moving on to the next.
I could feel the barest hint of her teeth as she moaned around me, her hand tugging my shaft down firmly, letting her tongue roll around the head of my cock before sliding it back into her hot wet mouth. I could feel her hair brushing back and forth, a wispy tickling that distracted and tantalized until her hands reached to tie it up, never stopping her deliciously sensuous motion. I could feel the pale white skin of her heavy breasts pressed against my legs, the way they subtly shifted back and forth, the way her rock hard nipples stood out like points of glowing heat surrounded by the almost comparably chilled flesh of her breasts. I could feel her hands, always in motion, first stroking me, then tugging at her upturned teats to elicit a soft moan that sent wonderful vibrations up through my shaft, then disappearing to rub at her hidden wetness with a faintly needy rhythm.
Laying there with my head back, eyes closed, it felt like a dream. A wonderful erotic dream that I never wanted to wake up from. But it wasn’t. It was real.
I opened my eyes and let them focus on the ceiling, centering myself and breathing calmly before looking down at her, at the sheen of her soft brown hair piled in a disorganized bun on top of her head, so very out of character for her. The calming breath did little to help though, the sight of my reality was almost enough to push me over the edge, and I didn’t want to finish, not yet, not ever, not if it meant this amazing moment was going to end.
I shifted back in my chair, cupping her jaw and gently pushing her back, shivering as I heard a plaintive tone coming from her mouth, objecting to my removal of her rigid pacifier. She looked up at me smiling, and I smiled back with a dazed ,goofy grin, still trying to resolve what was happening with my months of experience with what should be happening. Her smile didn’t show any of that confusion though, none of the gently mocking humour I was used to, none of the sparkling wit or disapproval at my advances. Her smile just showed lust, a base animal need that shone through as she bit her lip and kneaded her breasts, her fingers gently tugging at her nipples as her eyes narrowed with a distracted wistful look. A moan rose from her throat as she rose from her knees, straddling me even as my mouth worked to attempt a protest. There were no words spoken though, I couldn’t seem to form any in my addled mind, and she didn’t need any to make her intent clear. She sat with a delicate grace, one hand guiding me in as the other pulled my head to hers, our mouths open, panting, gasping, our tongue battling each other in a war for pointless dominance as I slid inside.
She was so wet. That was the only thought that managed to percolate up to the surface. And so tight. A wet velvet grip that clamped down on me as her nails dug into the back of my neck. She stopped kissing me and buried her face in my neck, a low, rising, shuddering keening filling my ears as she rose and fell, so slowly the first time. Then again, faster, and faster. Her pace accelerated as her pitch rose, a convulsive shuddering rippling through her body as my hips started to rise against my will, my legs pushing, thrusting, rising up off the chair until I was nearly supporting her weight, my back arching as the fabric seat struggled to support us, then gave out with a crash.
We didn’t even noticed. She just rode me to the floor as we panted and moaned and thrust. She ground her pelvis into mine, my cock buried inside her, straining as my hips bucked, trying to push deeper, and deeper still only to realize there was no more length to bury. My hands gripped her waist, seeking leverage, cupping her flaring hips as I felt her thighs tense and stretch, the play of her muscles beneath her skin a wonder to feel and behold.
My eyes were wired open, taking in the glorious sight of her breasts bouncing above me, seeing the interplay of her flesh rippling back and forth, then clapping softly as they made gentle circles in time to our straining thrusts. My neck reached out, searching for those soft orbs, those firm red targets that capped them, and she reached down to help me, pulling my head towards her tits, helping me suck one, then the other of those perfect strawberry nipples into my mouth, flicking them with my tongue as I started to lose control, my face buried in the soft mass of her breasts, sweat dripping down her cleavage as we strained. I felt her belly clench, her muscles lock, her pussy clamp down around my cock as a high pitched wail was forced from her throat. She came, shivering, shuddering atop my straining, exhausted body, her spare hand coming up to maul and tug at her free breast convulsively, compulsively. She collapsed down on top of me, her breasts crushed against my chest, still wailing, still bent and stretched like a bow as her muscles pulled tighter and tighter, spasming in brilliant orgasm. I thrust again, once more, a third time, and exploded. My lungs locked and I came, my whole body arched up off the floor as I crushed her into me, pulling her pelvis down into mine with all the strength I had, spurting deep inside her, feeling like my soul was exploding out of my cock.
I collapsed, enervated, drained, exhausted. Deep rattling breaths billowing in and out, feeling them echoed by the girl above me. I pulled the bun from her hair and let it cascade down over my face, taking in the sweet scent of it, drifting in an afterglow I never new possible. I held her against me and revelled in the softness of her, the warm and supple grace of her naked form draped over mine and wondered how it was possible. How could it be real?
She moaned, or maybe purred, a low contented rumbling that I felt in my chest even as I heard it, and said the first words that had been spoken in nearly a half hour.
“Mmmmm… Why the hell have we never done that before?” Candace ran a hand through my hair, smiling down at me in a post coital bliss, even as her words roused me to an uncomfortable awareness of what I had done, and tried to smile through the conflicted feelings that suddenly rose within me.
“I don’t know.” I managed to get the words out, but I knew they were lies. I knew all to well why we had never fallen into bed before. And I knew all too well why she suddenly had the urge to make our relationship physical.
I closed my eyes again, and let my head fall to hit the floor with a soft thump. This time wishing it Was all dream, instead of the other way around. She curled up against me, settling in there on the floor of my dorm room, and I thought back on how we got there, how the world had stopped making sense.
I've published a grand total of 10 e-books, and now realize I've rather neglected this blog in the process. If you want to check out what I've got out there, take a look here.
http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00EO5HAE6
I am meaning to post links in the book section of this blog, and to link from my author page back to this blog, and all that sort of thing but frankly I'm just enjoying writing and having someone read what I produce so much that I just never want to stop and do the book-keeping, I want to keep writing.
But, in any case I'm still trying to resolve all these different streams of information into some semblance of a cohesive whole.
So, it seems like I should give you some information about what's upcoming, since it seems like that would be the sort of thing you would find interesting if you happen to have found your way here.
In keeping with that idea, here's an excerpt from a coming story about a man who let's his desire get the better of his common sense, and ends up in way over his head.
I couldn’t believe it.
Even with her head bobbing in my lap, the fucking amazing feeling of her hungry lips sliding up and down my shaft, the soft weight of her breasts resting on my thighs, I just couldn’t bring myself to believe it was actually reality. It all seemed somehow surreal, even with the intense sensations of skin on mine. I leaned back and groaned, running my hands through my hair and letting my eyes close for a moment, just enjoying the tactile feeling of her wondrously smooth skin sliding over mine. I let each detail trickle through my mind, weighing it, analysing it, confirming it’s existence before moving on to the next.
I could feel the barest hint of her teeth as she moaned around me, her hand tugging my shaft down firmly, letting her tongue roll around the head of my cock before sliding it back into her hot wet mouth. I could feel her hair brushing back and forth, a wispy tickling that distracted and tantalized until her hands reached to tie it up, never stopping her deliciously sensuous motion. I could feel the pale white skin of her heavy breasts pressed against my legs, the way they subtly shifted back and forth, the way her rock hard nipples stood out like points of glowing heat surrounded by the almost comparably chilled flesh of her breasts. I could feel her hands, always in motion, first stroking me, then tugging at her upturned teats to elicit a soft moan that sent wonderful vibrations up through my shaft, then disappearing to rub at her hidden wetness with a faintly needy rhythm.
Laying there with my head back, eyes closed, it felt like a dream. A wonderful erotic dream that I never wanted to wake up from. But it wasn’t. It was real.
I opened my eyes and let them focus on the ceiling, centering myself and breathing calmly before looking down at her, at the sheen of her soft brown hair piled in a disorganized bun on top of her head, so very out of character for her. The calming breath did little to help though, the sight of my reality was almost enough to push me over the edge, and I didn’t want to finish, not yet, not ever, not if it meant this amazing moment was going to end.
I shifted back in my chair, cupping her jaw and gently pushing her back, shivering as I heard a plaintive tone coming from her mouth, objecting to my removal of her rigid pacifier. She looked up at me smiling, and I smiled back with a dazed ,goofy grin, still trying to resolve what was happening with my months of experience with what should be happening. Her smile didn’t show any of that confusion though, none of the gently mocking humour I was used to, none of the sparkling wit or disapproval at my advances. Her smile just showed lust, a base animal need that shone through as she bit her lip and kneaded her breasts, her fingers gently tugging at her nipples as her eyes narrowed with a distracted wistful look. A moan rose from her throat as she rose from her knees, straddling me even as my mouth worked to attempt a protest. There were no words spoken though, I couldn’t seem to form any in my addled mind, and she didn’t need any to make her intent clear. She sat with a delicate grace, one hand guiding me in as the other pulled my head to hers, our mouths open, panting, gasping, our tongue battling each other in a war for pointless dominance as I slid inside.
She was so wet. That was the only thought that managed to percolate up to the surface. And so tight. A wet velvet grip that clamped down on me as her nails dug into the back of my neck. She stopped kissing me and buried her face in my neck, a low, rising, shuddering keening filling my ears as she rose and fell, so slowly the first time. Then again, faster, and faster. Her pace accelerated as her pitch rose, a convulsive shuddering rippling through her body as my hips started to rise against my will, my legs pushing, thrusting, rising up off the chair until I was nearly supporting her weight, my back arching as the fabric seat struggled to support us, then gave out with a crash.
We didn’t even noticed. She just rode me to the floor as we panted and moaned and thrust. She ground her pelvis into mine, my cock buried inside her, straining as my hips bucked, trying to push deeper, and deeper still only to realize there was no more length to bury. My hands gripped her waist, seeking leverage, cupping her flaring hips as I felt her thighs tense and stretch, the play of her muscles beneath her skin a wonder to feel and behold.
My eyes were wired open, taking in the glorious sight of her breasts bouncing above me, seeing the interplay of her flesh rippling back and forth, then clapping softly as they made gentle circles in time to our straining thrusts. My neck reached out, searching for those soft orbs, those firm red targets that capped them, and she reached down to help me, pulling my head towards her tits, helping me suck one, then the other of those perfect strawberry nipples into my mouth, flicking them with my tongue as I started to lose control, my face buried in the soft mass of her breasts, sweat dripping down her cleavage as we strained. I felt her belly clench, her muscles lock, her pussy clamp down around my cock as a high pitched wail was forced from her throat. She came, shivering, shuddering atop my straining, exhausted body, her spare hand coming up to maul and tug at her free breast convulsively, compulsively. She collapsed down on top of me, her breasts crushed against my chest, still wailing, still bent and stretched like a bow as her muscles pulled tighter and tighter, spasming in brilliant orgasm. I thrust again, once more, a third time, and exploded. My lungs locked and I came, my whole body arched up off the floor as I crushed her into me, pulling her pelvis down into mine with all the strength I had, spurting deep inside her, feeling like my soul was exploding out of my cock.
I collapsed, enervated, drained, exhausted. Deep rattling breaths billowing in and out, feeling them echoed by the girl above me. I pulled the bun from her hair and let it cascade down over my face, taking in the sweet scent of it, drifting in an afterglow I never new possible. I held her against me and revelled in the softness of her, the warm and supple grace of her naked form draped over mine and wondered how it was possible. How could it be real?
She moaned, or maybe purred, a low contented rumbling that I felt in my chest even as I heard it, and said the first words that had been spoken in nearly a half hour.
“Mmmmm… Why the hell have we never done that before?” Candace ran a hand through my hair, smiling down at me in a post coital bliss, even as her words roused me to an uncomfortable awareness of what I had done, and tried to smile through the conflicted feelings that suddenly rose within me.
“I don’t know.” I managed to get the words out, but I knew they were lies. I knew all to well why we had never fallen into bed before. And I knew all too well why she suddenly had the urge to make our relationship physical.
I closed my eyes again, and let my head fall to hit the floor with a soft thump. This time wishing it Was all dream, instead of the other way around. She curled up against me, settling in there on the floor of my dorm room, and I thought back on how we got there, how the world had stopped making sense.
Monday, August 12, 2013
Out of Control - Chapter 1
To kick things off. The first part of a new story.
Out of Control
Chapter 1 - Daydream in Blue
I remember the first time it happened. Or at least, I remember the first time I noticed it happening. Odds are good there were times before that, subtle things, things I try not to think about. I don’t like thinking about what I may have done, what damage I could have caused while unaware. And even if I did, I wouldn’t have a clue as to how to fix it. So I try not to think about it, one less pointless thing to be neurotic about.
I’m sorry. I know I’m rambling, it’s just that, I’ve never really talked about this before. I’m not really sure where to start, what to say. Should I bombard you with all my excuses about how it’s not my fault? Or try to explain how I didn’t mean for any of this to happen? I just got caught up in the excitement, and it didn’t really seem real, not at first. Or maybe I should just dive right in, and tell you what happened.
I suppose that would be best.
I was at Michigan Comprehensive, it was my second year and things were going ok. My classes were interesting, I had a few friends, dated a bit, but not too much, attended a few parties but not too many, skipped a few classes, but not too often. You know how it is.
I had a new roommate that year, Susan, after my old one flunked out. I wonder if I had something to do with that too. I wonder if I had something to do with a lot of things. Now, anyway. I never considered it then.
Anyway, Susan and I were getting chewed out by the RA. This stiff little boy pretending to be a man, lording his all too tiny authority over us for something as ridiculous as a hot plate. I know right? Total cliche. I’m being harsh I suppose. Really Roger wasn’t that bad, and in a normal circumstance I’m sure he was a decent guy. But he’s just one of those people who, give them a little authority and Poof, straight to their ego, and suddenly they thought they were cock of the walk.
Anyway, it started playing out the same way I’m sure it did in a thousand dorms in a thousand colleges across the country. He tromped about and postured, made threats, shot quick glances at our chests when he thought we weren’t looking, getting off on his bogus imagined authority. Susan was encouraging him of course, leaning into his glances just a bit, enough to give him a teasing view, but not enough to make it obvious. She was always doing things like that. She claimed to be a feminist, but was always the first to make her life a little easier by showing a little cleavage, or a little leg.
Anyway the lecture dragged on, as did the flirting and pretended accidental posing, and I guess my mind wandered a little. I wondered what it would be like if Susan really went for it, you know? Really used her body to get out of her problems instead of just flirting with the idea, I wondered what it would look like if she leaned into it a little more, opened another button or two, licked her lips and really dropped the hint instead of being subtle about it. I know, I’m terrible. I have a bit of a dirty mind, not really sure where it comes from, not getting out enough maybe? Anyway, I got a bit lost in the daydream, and I admit I got a little turned on by it, the thought of Susan being the slut she only flirted with being, or being more than a tease in a tight top and short skirt. The idea of living vicariously through her exploits, and her breasts letting us get away with whatever we wanted. And I guess I totally lost the thread of the conversation.
The next thing I knew it was over. Roger was telling us to make sure it never happened again, and we nodded contritely and walked ourselves out, and looking back on it I remember him being oddly flushed. Maybe I should have noticed then, but who would? Why would anyone’s mind go there right? It’s just so ridiculous.
We left the room and he shut the door behind us, and Susan seemed really excited for some reason. Giddy even. She gave me a grin and we said we’d meet up later and went our separate ways. I remember thinking it was weird, and remember wondering if she had been showing that much cleavage when we went in, and if she always swayed that much when she walked, but I chalked it up to being a little turned on by my daydream and didn’t think twice.
Maybe I should have. Maybe none of this would have happened if I had just payed more attention. I can’t help thinking that. Over and over I wonder what I could have done differently. Now that it’s too late.
I went back to our room, but I couldn’t get my mind off that naughty daydream. Off the thought of Susan using her feminine wiles. I think I actually thought that way then, with the words feminine wiles, almost afraid to think in detail. Not like now.
Anyway, the thought kept rattling around in my head, and I couldn’t concentrate on my homework. It was exciting, naughty, sort of deliciously sinful, so I decided to take a shower to cool down. But I didn’t cool down. The water and my hands slid over my body, cleaning, then scrubbing, then caressing, and the fantasy got more vivid, more explicit, as I grew more and more aroused. The shower head made it’s way between my thighs and my hands and thoughts grew bolder. I imagined her going back to Roger’s office, knocking timidly, stifling his confused protests by sliding to her knees and tugging open his pants. I imagined his confused and then passionate moans as she slid him into her mouth, reveling in the power her body gave her. I felt her lust and power and passion as she sucked him like a slut on her knees, knowing she could have anything she wanted from him, and felt his desperation as he grew closer and realized he would give her anything she wanted. I saw him falling back against his desk, the room in disarray, Susan rubbing herself under her skirt, enjoying her power and her own wanton surrender to her body. I saw him groan and explode, shuddering with each spasm as he pumped her mouth full of his seed. Susan, penitent and powerful on her knees on that cheap shag carpet, swallowing with an eager grin, feeling her own body tense and release at the taste of power. I came without a peep, muffling my squeals, not sure who else might be in the stalls next to me, and heard her whispering a few words about the hot plate as she tucked him back into his pants, and slunk out of the room with a seductive swaying of her ass, just to give him a last look.
I blushed and made sure I was still alone, cleaning up and wondering why I found that image so exciting. I had masturbated before of course, though not often, and never in somewhere I could be caught like that. It was strangely exciting, but more than that, I felt like I had discovered something new and glorious, but had no idea what it might be.
It was a very strange feeling.
It got even stranger as I walked back from the showers past the RA’s office, and saw Susan walking out looking proud as a peacock, giving me a little wink. She walked off before I could say a word, but I peaked in the office as I went by. The desk was a mess, things strewn everywhere, pencils dropped haphazardly on the floor, laptop shoved to one corner. Roger himself was laid out on an office chair, staring at the ceiling with a stupid smile on his face, belt half undone and shirt pulled out.
I was shocked, and confused to say the least. There it was, just like in my head, plus or minus a few details. Had Susan really been in there blowing the whiny little RA that had been our bane for months? What the hell had possessed her to do that? Maybe she had been even more turned on than me by her flirting in his office before. Maybe this was just a co-incidence. I figured that must be it. That I just clearly hadn’t known Susan as well as I thought.
To be honest. The thought crossed my mind that it wasn’t. Maybe I was psychic, and had witnessed the event rather than imagined it. Or even, maybe caused it. But I dismissed it quickly. I mean, who could really seriously entertain that they were controlling their roommate with their fantasies?
You would too right? Dismiss it offhand? No one thinks that they just made their friend and roommate perform a blow job by fantasizing about it. Right? But it wasn’t long before I started to realize otherwise, wasn’t long before, I started to enjoy it. And then it wasn’t long before I was running for my life.
Out of Control
Chapter 1 - Daydream in Blue
I remember the first time it happened. Or at least, I remember the first time I noticed it happening. Odds are good there were times before that, subtle things, things I try not to think about. I don’t like thinking about what I may have done, what damage I could have caused while unaware. And even if I did, I wouldn’t have a clue as to how to fix it. So I try not to think about it, one less pointless thing to be neurotic about.
I’m sorry. I know I’m rambling, it’s just that, I’ve never really talked about this before. I’m not really sure where to start, what to say. Should I bombard you with all my excuses about how it’s not my fault? Or try to explain how I didn’t mean for any of this to happen? I just got caught up in the excitement, and it didn’t really seem real, not at first. Or maybe I should just dive right in, and tell you what happened.
I suppose that would be best.
I was at Michigan Comprehensive, it was my second year and things were going ok. My classes were interesting, I had a few friends, dated a bit, but not too much, attended a few parties but not too many, skipped a few classes, but not too often. You know how it is.
I had a new roommate that year, Susan, after my old one flunked out. I wonder if I had something to do with that too. I wonder if I had something to do with a lot of things. Now, anyway. I never considered it then.
Anyway, Susan and I were getting chewed out by the RA. This stiff little boy pretending to be a man, lording his all too tiny authority over us for something as ridiculous as a hot plate. I know right? Total cliche. I’m being harsh I suppose. Really Roger wasn’t that bad, and in a normal circumstance I’m sure he was a decent guy. But he’s just one of those people who, give them a little authority and Poof, straight to their ego, and suddenly they thought they were cock of the walk.
Anyway, it started playing out the same way I’m sure it did in a thousand dorms in a thousand colleges across the country. He tromped about and postured, made threats, shot quick glances at our chests when he thought we weren’t looking, getting off on his bogus imagined authority. Susan was encouraging him of course, leaning into his glances just a bit, enough to give him a teasing view, but not enough to make it obvious. She was always doing things like that. She claimed to be a feminist, but was always the first to make her life a little easier by showing a little cleavage, or a little leg.
Anyway the lecture dragged on, as did the flirting and pretended accidental posing, and I guess my mind wandered a little. I wondered what it would be like if Susan really went for it, you know? Really used her body to get out of her problems instead of just flirting with the idea, I wondered what it would look like if she leaned into it a little more, opened another button or two, licked her lips and really dropped the hint instead of being subtle about it. I know, I’m terrible. I have a bit of a dirty mind, not really sure where it comes from, not getting out enough maybe? Anyway, I got a bit lost in the daydream, and I admit I got a little turned on by it, the thought of Susan being the slut she only flirted with being, or being more than a tease in a tight top and short skirt. The idea of living vicariously through her exploits, and her breasts letting us get away with whatever we wanted. And I guess I totally lost the thread of the conversation.
The next thing I knew it was over. Roger was telling us to make sure it never happened again, and we nodded contritely and walked ourselves out, and looking back on it I remember him being oddly flushed. Maybe I should have noticed then, but who would? Why would anyone’s mind go there right? It’s just so ridiculous.
We left the room and he shut the door behind us, and Susan seemed really excited for some reason. Giddy even. She gave me a grin and we said we’d meet up later and went our separate ways. I remember thinking it was weird, and remember wondering if she had been showing that much cleavage when we went in, and if she always swayed that much when she walked, but I chalked it up to being a little turned on by my daydream and didn’t think twice.
Maybe I should have. Maybe none of this would have happened if I had just payed more attention. I can’t help thinking that. Over and over I wonder what I could have done differently. Now that it’s too late.
I went back to our room, but I couldn’t get my mind off that naughty daydream. Off the thought of Susan using her feminine wiles. I think I actually thought that way then, with the words feminine wiles, almost afraid to think in detail. Not like now.
Anyway, the thought kept rattling around in my head, and I couldn’t concentrate on my homework. It was exciting, naughty, sort of deliciously sinful, so I decided to take a shower to cool down. But I didn’t cool down. The water and my hands slid over my body, cleaning, then scrubbing, then caressing, and the fantasy got more vivid, more explicit, as I grew more and more aroused. The shower head made it’s way between my thighs and my hands and thoughts grew bolder. I imagined her going back to Roger’s office, knocking timidly, stifling his confused protests by sliding to her knees and tugging open his pants. I imagined his confused and then passionate moans as she slid him into her mouth, reveling in the power her body gave her. I felt her lust and power and passion as she sucked him like a slut on her knees, knowing she could have anything she wanted from him, and felt his desperation as he grew closer and realized he would give her anything she wanted. I saw him falling back against his desk, the room in disarray, Susan rubbing herself under her skirt, enjoying her power and her own wanton surrender to her body. I saw him groan and explode, shuddering with each spasm as he pumped her mouth full of his seed. Susan, penitent and powerful on her knees on that cheap shag carpet, swallowing with an eager grin, feeling her own body tense and release at the taste of power. I came without a peep, muffling my squeals, not sure who else might be in the stalls next to me, and heard her whispering a few words about the hot plate as she tucked him back into his pants, and slunk out of the room with a seductive swaying of her ass, just to give him a last look.
I blushed and made sure I was still alone, cleaning up and wondering why I found that image so exciting. I had masturbated before of course, though not often, and never in somewhere I could be caught like that. It was strangely exciting, but more than that, I felt like I had discovered something new and glorious, but had no idea what it might be.
It was a very strange feeling.
It got even stranger as I walked back from the showers past the RA’s office, and saw Susan walking out looking proud as a peacock, giving me a little wink. She walked off before I could say a word, but I peaked in the office as I went by. The desk was a mess, things strewn everywhere, pencils dropped haphazardly on the floor, laptop shoved to one corner. Roger himself was laid out on an office chair, staring at the ceiling with a stupid smile on his face, belt half undone and shirt pulled out.
I was shocked, and confused to say the least. There it was, just like in my head, plus or minus a few details. Had Susan really been in there blowing the whiny little RA that had been our bane for months? What the hell had possessed her to do that? Maybe she had been even more turned on than me by her flirting in his office before. Maybe this was just a co-incidence. I figured that must be it. That I just clearly hadn’t known Susan as well as I thought.
To be honest. The thought crossed my mind that it wasn’t. Maybe I was psychic, and had witnessed the event rather than imagined it. Or even, maybe caused it. But I dismissed it quickly. I mean, who could really seriously entertain that they were controlling their roommate with their fantasies?
You would too right? Dismiss it offhand? No one thinks that they just made their friend and roommate perform a blow job by fantasizing about it. Right? But it wasn’t long before I started to realize otherwise, wasn’t long before, I started to enjoy it. And then it wasn’t long before I was running for my life.
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