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Subject: {ASSM} Not fantasy, or reality just a story Part II by ElSol {MF, light bd, anal}
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	Author's note for story -- Tried to make it as standalone as
possible but you might be a little off kilter if you do not read part 1
first.

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				Not fantasy, or reality just a story
						Part II
						By ElSol Author's note:
Edited by author (10/19/03)
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	I never thanked Megan.

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	Megan and I did not mention our night together for months. I did
not think she remembered sending me a description of herself. It was one
of our first emails and there had been hundreds since. Not knowing what
she looked like helped me to be honest, so I had never asked for a
picture.
	Once I accepted her lie of not being the woman in the hotel room,
I was happy to avoid the subject. I put a barrier between us but she did
not notice. I was no less open in my emails but I double-thought each one
carefully. If she had been in my life, she might have known but from a
couple hundred miles away I was still me.
	I met with Megan during the first semester of the MBA program; the
experience focused me on classes and work. I increased the distance I kept
people at; most did not notice because my socializing had always been
forced. My writing suffered immediately after our night together, but it
soon became my only release.
	Five months later, she asked me to write a story about our night.
She wrote that her friend gave her the female perspective but she wanted
mine. Her words were almost regretful.
	The request made me angry. I sat in front of my machine staring at
the email. My eyes burned but she would never have those from me again.
	SHE HAD NO RIGHT!
	I told her I would think about it. I lay in my bed staring at the
ceiling thinking about it. I sat in front of my computer and started the
story time and again. Each version was not about how I felt that night but
how I felt about that night.
	The story was a carousel.
	I forced myself to write it one afternoon. The words surprised me
with their venom. I deleted them and accepted I could not let it go.
	Seeing her was where I had to begin again.
	I knew her name, and the college she attended which was enough to
take to a private investigator. She asked why I wanted to find Megan and I
told her the truth.
	She looked at me for a long time afterwards. She asked what I
wanted to do. Like with Megan, I knew what she was really asking. I sat
down across from her and smiled. Megan changed me in small ways; I did not
have a natural confidence with women but I learned to fake it.
	"You're not planning to hurt her, are you?"
	I laughed; she looked annoyed at my amusement. My smile was wider
when I recovered.
	"I liked my life before Megan. I really liked my life during
Megan. I don't anymore."
	I felt her trying to get the upper hand with a rigid stare and
silence. I liked silence; it reminded me that loneliness was comfortable.
	"What are you going to do when I find her?"
	"I need her to listen to what that night meant to me."
	"And if she doesn't want to?"
	I looked out her window before answering.
	"It would make things easier."
	"You would be happy with her walking away?" she asked surprised.
	"You don't know me so I cannot expect you to understand, but it
would be my preference."
	"Why don't you?"
	"Why don't I what?" I asked.
	"End it yourself."
	"I don't consider what she did a reason to."
	She looked at me seriously. She wanted to ask more but agreed to
do what was needed. She guided me out of the office and closed the door
behind me.
	I touched the door and smiled.
	She mailed me a package two weeks later. I opened it in my office
and the first thing that came out was a picture of Megan standing outside
a building with another woman. Megan's face was circled in red. I did not
have to read anything; Megan's dorm and room number were highlighted on
one of the papers. I knew she had a single so getting her alone was not a
concern.
	I sat in my chair thinking about it. In the two weeks prior, I had
made plans. The long drive to the visitor's parking lot at her school gave
me a lot of time to think about those plans.
	I lived in the dorm two years while in college; getting inside
without being noticed requires timing. I walked in behind a group of kids
trying to continue a party at the dorm. The girl signing people in did not
question when I motioned I was part of the crowd. Timing not only required
the crowd but for it to be late enough for her to be almost off-shift.
	Megan wrote in an email she did not lock her door; something else
I did not have to worry about. Some of the girls looked at me strangely
but a warm smile relaxed them. I knew where I was heading so they did not
question my presence. I waited for her hallway to clear before I opened
the door.
	There was no noise as I opened it wide enough to slip inside. I
waited for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. I smiled; people criticized
the simplicity of certain things in my stories. I had just proven how easy
the right information made things.
	I was taking chances but I stopped caring when she asked me to
write the story. Being stopped at any step would have forced a
face-to-face confrontation but that was Plan B. I was going to put my fate
in Megan's hands anyway so on whose terms was irrelevant.
	My eyes adjusted; I saw her on the bed.
	Providence was smiling.
	I walked to the side of the bed and looked down at her. The light
from outside was enough for me to recognize her. I wanted to be sure the
investigator got it right.
	She was wearing the panties she had worn our night together. I
might have changed my mind; it might have been enough to be in the same
room while she slept. The panties took me back to waking up to the maid
knocking. She was not wearing anything else.
	I admired the rise and fall of her breasts as she slept
peacefully.
	I had prepared the ropes and their knots the week before. I was
good at research and tying a woman down was a popular Internet subject. I
tied the four ropes to her bed carefully. She moved when I looped her
wrists and ankles. I waited with my breath held as her body relaxed. The
knots would tighten with pulling pressure so her first reaction would
imprison her. The blindfold took minutes to put on her. Twice she almost
woke up but finally I was sure her eyes opening would gain her nothing.
	The gag was the tough part. I had chosen a simple leather strip
gag; I only needed initial silence and it was the easiest to put on in
case she woke up. I fit the leather strip in sideways between her teeth. I
felt her waking up so I turned it, pulled back trapping her tongue and
locked it behind her head.
	She had the natural reaction and the knots locked with her
struggles. She fought harder and harder as panic took over her mind.
	I knelt beside the bed by her head.
	"Hello, Megan," I said clearly enough to penetrate her growing
fear. She froze for a second before whipping her head towards the sound of
my voice. She shook her head and tried to say something but the gag cut
her attempt.
	"Do you know who this is, Megan?" I asked.
	She shook her head vigorously. I looked at her hard; she had
hesitated. Months between us, and I was sure she recognized me from the
first word.
	I put my hand an inch above her belly. I moved it down slowly
until I could feel the heat from her body. She moved her head as if to
look down to where we were almost touching. I settled my hand gently on to
her tummy. She was warm; her skin as soft as I remembered. It was the
lightest of touches; my fingertips and the ridges of my palm. I raised my
palm up so that only my fingertips touched her. I continued the upward
motion so that my fingertips trailed towards each other on her skin. My
nails touched her as I drew my fingers closed against each other. I lifted
my touch from her.
	"What about now?" I whispered.
	She turned her face towards me again. She hesitated but this time
I did not believe she was thinking about lying. She nodded her head
slowly. The ropes tying her wrists gave her too much freedom. I had needed
the extra rope to trap her hands at the initial looping. I gathered the
rope until her arms were extended upwards and used zip ties to keep the
excess together.
	"I'm going to take the gag off, Megan," I said kneeling by the bed
again. "You can scream and fill this room with girls or we can do it my
way."
	She nodded but I did not know if it was to tell me she understood
or that she had made a choice. I unlocked the gag and took it off her.
	"Miguel, you don't understand..."
	I interrupted her with a finger on her lips; my body itched to
touch her. I outlined her lips slowly.
	"You know what made me really angry?" I asked.
	She sucked in air and my eyes lost focus. Her lips opened and I
felt the heat of her breath. She let the air out of her lungs in a long
exhalation; it caressed the finger on her lips. Her body tensed and she
pulled on the bonds. I watched her struggle for a couple of breaths. I
remembered her fighting the bondage in the hotel room, not to free herself
but to feel their enclosure.
	My Megan was excited.
	She stopped her motions but was breathing hard. She shook her head
slowly. There was a smile barely touching the edges of her lips.
	"No matter how much I... liked you," I said carefully. "I would
have been okay with one night. You didn't have to lie about sending a
friend. We could've had breakfast and you would've been the best moments
of my life."
	"Miguel, please..."
	This time it was a kiss that stopped her words. It was not the
memory of our kisses, which hounded me to sleep for months but our lips
touching again. She kissed back immediately and her tongue sought more
contact. I gave it to her and she drank from our connection. I broke the
kiss and rested my forehead on top of hers.
	"You can scream at any time, Megan," I whispered to her.

						-----
	I pulled away from her slowly. I sat down on the bed by her hip
and waited. She felt the weight and looked towards me. I smiled as she
tested her bonds again.
	I touched her right hip just above the knot of her panties. She
took in a breath and pushed her skin towards me. I played my fingers along
her side moving upward. I went around the curve of her breast with my
finger and spiraled it in a closing movement towards her nipple. I watched
it harden as she anticipated the touch. I pulled the finger away from her
and put it to her lips. She wet it with her tongue and drew it into her
mouth. I pulled it away and placed it on her nipple. I circled her nipple
and areola until they robbed my finger of her moisture. I leaned down and
blew on her breast to dry them. She pushed up but I pulled away before she
touched my lips. I blew a path of air down her stomach until I was above
the waist of her panties. I put my tongue on her skin and trailed it to
the left side. I put my hand on her left knee and ran my fingers up her
side. I got to the curve of her breast and spiraled its center. Her tongue
and mouth were waiting for my finger. I placed the wet finger on her
nipple marking it with her saliva; blowing on it got the same reaction. I
pulled away but reached down again to nip a trail of bites down the
centerline of her body. I pushed her panties with my mouth to expose a
little more skin and to put my teeth on it.
	The scent of her excitement assaulted me. I breathed it in deeply.
My senses remembered her but taking her into my lungs made it real. I
moved downwards until I was a couple of inches above her covered pussy. I
took another deep breath drawing strength from her.
	I sat up and put my hand on her stomach. She growled in
frustration and I laughed lightly. She turned her head towards me and
looked on the edge of saying something.
	I put a finger on her lips.
	"Sshhh."
	She took my finger in her teeth and applied pressure. She
increased it slowly but I gave her no reaction. I felt her take me to the
edge of cutting skin but she still got no reaction. She opened her mouth
releasing me. I rested the finger against her lips. I waited a minute to
see if she was done protesting. She made no sound or gesture simply
pointed her face towards me waiting for whatever came next.
	I turned my finger so my fingernail was touching her lip and ran
it down her chin, neck, and stomach. At her panties, I turned the finger
towards me until I was touching the knot at her right hip. I grabbed one
of the ends and pulled on it slowly. Megan turned her body so that I had
complete access to her hip as the knot unraveled. I placed the strings
that tied the knot carefully once it was undone. One, I placed between her
legs against her pussy, the other I let run beside her thigh. I put my
hand on her hip like I had on her belly when I hoped she would recognize
my touch.
	I slid my fingers up and down her thigh slowly with the lightest
of contacts. I shifted downwards on the bed so I could continue with her
calf, ankle and foot. I took my hand away from her and knelt on the bed. I
leaned down with my face turned away from her so she would not feel my
breath and waited.
	It took a minute before she moved, impatient for my touch. I
turned my face and bit her inner thigh. She pushed the leg against me in
surprise her but I held the pressure. She relaxed and I let her go. I
licked where my teeth had touched and nibbled my way up her leg.
	The panties were in my way. I wanted to lick and bite the inside
of her hip. I peeled the right side of her panties towards her pussy but
stopped before she was uncovered. I gave myself all the time I wanted
licking, biting, nibbling and then licking again. I moved up her stomach
when my heart was contented that I would never forget the taste of her.
	I placed a knee between hers to give me balance as I licked the
underside of her left breast. She groaned as I teased around her nipple
but did not give her satisfaction.
	I felt her take in the breath to speak so I latched onto her
nipple and sucked hard. She lifted her chest trying to make me take in
more of her breast. I did what she wanted.
	I wanted to fill myself with Megan.
	I transferred my attention to her right breast. She pushed against
me again and I took as much of it into my mouth as I could. I tried to
distract her but she felt my hand on the knot on her left hip. She turned
to give me room as I untied it. I was not as careful with the ties as I
had been with the other side. I reached underneath her when the knot
loosened to palm her asscheek. I put my forehead against her chest and
took a deep breath.
	I grabbed her panties, pulled them off roughly, and tossed them
across the room. I went up to my knees and she settled herself on her back
again. She was wearing a slightly smug smile as if she could tell how
close to losing control I was.
	I got off the bed and stripped. She turned her head towards me as
if she could watch. I was hard and needy but it would not be enough just
to drive myself into her. I knew it would feel as good as the last time
but I wanted more than to empty myself inside Megan. I moved to the foot
of the bed and loosened the ropes holding her legs. She felt the added
freedom and investigated its limits. It was enough for her to put her
knees up. She tried to sit up when she felt me grab one of her feet.
	I had the advantage over Megan's body. I had not exercised it
before but all is fair in war and foreplay.
	{block}
	My feet are reallly sensitive, almost sexually so. They're the
only part of my body that's at all ticklish, and they make up for it by
being as sensitive as if all my body's allotted ticklishness got
concentrated in them. The point I'm trying to make is that getting them
rubbed or tickled or licked is a marvelously delicious feeling, and a very
sensual one.
	{/block}
	It was not a part of my sexual excitement but I was happy to use
any advantage if a woman gave it. I kissed the center of her arch and
nipped it as I had her stomach. She tried to pull away but sexually and
not because it tickled. I let her foot go and grabbed the other one. I bit
the exact same spot. I blew on the slight wetness I caused and felt her
trying to pull away again. I blew on the entire bottom of her foot to see
what reaction that would get. She pushed it towards me so I bit her just
below each of her toes. I switched to give her other foot the same
treatment. She moved her ass as her body sent signals to her brain about
how good it felt.
	Licking the bottom of her feet was a first for me. I was too new
to do it unselfconsciously but I treated it like I might her belly or the
small of her back. She moaned her appreciation when I took each toe in my
teeth and wiggled it.
	The sudden move to take her clit in my mouth surprised her. She
tried to get away but I wrapped my arms around her thighs. I pulled her
ass off the bed and upwards. I pulled on her body until her arms were
extended with the ropes taut. Only her upper back, neck, head were on the
bed. It left her with no control as I licked her pussy from its opening to
her clit.
	I wanted her to feel her bondage so moved backwards. I looked over
pubic hair until I saw the pull was on her chest and not just her arms. I
concentrated my attention again on Megan's pussy.
	I used my teeth first; she was excited and wet. I held her clit in
my teeth and moved it around with my grip. My teeth slid along it so I had
to continuously regrasp it but I licked it with long strokes anytime I had
to do that. The foreplay started as soon as she recognized my voice so her
body was close to screaming for release. She knew a scream would stop us
so she held it all in.
	I rewarded her silence by tonguing as far into her body as I
could. I penetrated and licked around the entrance of her pussy from the
inside. I sucked her clit into my mouth and licked it while applying
sucking pressure.
	It was what she wanted and her body exploded in frantic motion.
She pulled on the ropes on her arms as she tried to rub my face with her
pussy. She beat her legs on my back until her orgasm hit her and then
tightened her thighs around my head. She tried to turn me with her grip
but my continuing attention on her clit was too much. I let her clit go
when she tried to pull away. She had no leverage but I felt her body try
to retreat. I blew on pussy after putting her back down on the bed.
	I got up to my knees and looked at Megan.
	I wanted to kiss her.
	I wanted my lips on her for hours that would never be between us.
	I decided on minutes with my hand exploring her body. I got off
the bed and knelt down beside it leaning over her. I took Megan's lips as
soon as I was in position. She kissed me deeply and her breathing pulsed
upwards as she tasted her excitement on my lips and tongue. I continued
kissing her as my right hand traveled a straight line down her stomach. I
did not bother with preliminaries and invaded her body with two fingers.
She raised her hips burying my fingers even deeper inside her. She moved
her hips fucking herself on the grip I had on her. I uncurled a third
finger, pulled my hand back, joined my invaders and pushed them into her.
She groaned into my mouth at the feel of me spreading her. I took her body
slowly until I was as deep inside her as I could reach. I let Megan
control the motion below while I took command of our kiss. My left hand
explored as much of the rest of her body as I could reach; lightly
touching her face, her neck and the breast closest to me.
	I wondered what her reaction would be if I turned her so that I
could take her ass with a finger from my left hand as she drove herself to
orgasm on my right. I put my hand underneath her and was moving down to
her ass but I was too late. She turned her face away from me and let out a
blast of air as her pussy clamped down on my fingers. Her ass came off the
bed as her body bowed upwards. Her orgasm was so powerful I almost felt
transference of pleasure from her body to mine. My dick, already hard,
surged harder from watching her orgasm.
	It felt like forever before her body relaxed against the bed and
she turned her face to me. I gently pulled myself away from her. I stood
up beside the bed and stared at Megan.
	Her legs were free enough that she could pull back and almost sit
up. It looked uncomfortable but even blindfolded I could read the serious
expression on her face. She stared at me; I knew she could not see me but
I could feel the weight of her eyes.
	She smiled at me with no expression change to the rest of her
face. She licked her lips to wet them and turned her face so if she had
not been blindfolded she would have been looking at me out of the corners
of her eyes. She cocked her head and I felt like she was listening for
something outside her room. She turned her face to me and smiled again.
She looked between her legs; turned her face to me again and then looked
at her door.
	She took in a slow, deep breath as she turned towards me again.
	I moved before she could scream. I put my hand on top of her mouth
and felt her laugh as she bit my hand hard.
	"Bitch!" I whispered harshly as she stopped sinking her teeth into
my flesh. She licked the bite marks she left behind; her breath sounded
like she had run a marathon. She pulled away from my hand and smiled. She
pouted her lips and pointed her chin at me. I took a hard grip on her hair
and pulled her head back.
	I took her lips but she owned the kiss.
	I knew what she wanted; what she was threatening if she did not
get soon. I knew she would make everyone leave the room after they came
charging in but that might stop the night.
	She let my lips go and smiled at me in all her feminine glory.
	"Dick!" she whispered; a command and a playful name calling at the
same time. She patted my lips with her tongue and lay down on the bed.
	I stood up by the bed and watched her. I pulled the hunting knife
out of my bag. The sound was evil as I drew it from the sheath. Her head
snapped towards me as she tried to recognize it. I sat down on the bed.
She was nervous; a sexual nervousness.
	I rested the side of the blade on her belly. She turned her head
trying to recognize the object. She drew in her stomach trying to escape
the feel of it when her mind told her what touched her. She took in a
breath of real fear.
	I pulled it away from her and cut the rope holding her right foot
before the fear caused any reaction. She tucked her leg towards herself
but the fear raced away. I cut the other rope; she moved that leg towards
her.
	I put the knife back in the sheath. The cuts had been made several
handgrips away from the knots that tied the rope. I grabbed each loose end
in a hand and pulled her down the bed. She had tried to sit up again and
this forced her onto her back. I lifted the rope grips and knelt between
her legs. She pulled on her legs and I let her test my grip. I knew part
of her excitement was the bondage. I thought maybe the touch of real fear
had been a mistake so I let her take every step of desire back by fighting
my hold on her.
	She stopped suddenly and tried to slide down the bed towards me. I
shifted my hands from the ropes to the inside of her knees. I took hard
grips and pulled on her legs to open her. I pulled her legs out and as I
wide as I could get her. I pushed them upwards opening Megan to me.
	I moved closer to her and my dick butted against her clit. She
reacted by trying to line our bodies to trap my dick with her pussylips. I
pulled back to escape her. I moved forward again and this time butted her
lower. I was not at her entrance so almost rebounded from her. I moved
forward again but slid down her pussylips to touch her ass. I pulled back
and pushed forward; she tried to guess the alignment and moved at the last
second. I bounced off her clit again. I held myself against her. She moved
her hips so that I kissed her pussylips on the way to her entrance. She
felt it when the tip of my dick touched her sweet spot. I pulled away from
her as she tried to lunge. I touched her entrance with the tip of my dick
a couple of more times. I did not sink in but only let her body recognize
the right connection being made. She had commanded but not said I could
not tease.
	"Miguel, please," she whispered between pained breaths. "Please,
baby!"
	It was enough.
	I pushed into her until I was half inside of where I had wanted to
be for six months.
	It was not enough.
	I let go of her legs and captured them in the crook of my arms. I
rolled her upwards so that I was penetrating in an almost completely
downward angle. I pulled back and let my weight fall on her.
	I cut into her body as it gave before six months of wanting her. I
rested my weight on her at depth and enjoyed the feel of Megan surrounding
me at last. She squeezed me as she enjoyed our rejoining also.
	I pulled back and let gravity provide the impetuous to my drop
back into her. I pulled back and fucked into her again. She squeezed me
each time at the bottom of my stroke so I rested there to enjoy it.
	It had been too long without and I wanted to feel her cumming
around my dick. I knew she was close so I let myself go hoping she made it
there before I did.
	I lifted from her pussy and fucked into her hard. She groaned at
the feel of the added power. I wanted her pussy to remember being fucked
for a week afterwards so I fucked her as hard as the position allowed. I
pulled back and took all of her in possessive strokes.
	I felt the beginning of her orgasm and it only drove me to take
her harder. She came hard and let out a small gasp before biting her lip
to prevent it from becoming a scream. I pulled back and fucked into her as
hard as I could but pushed into her when I hit bottom. I kept pushing into
her as her body experienced its pleasure around the bar of flesh that I
had made her mine with.
	I rode out her pleasure by grinding my hips against her pussy. Her
breathing returned to normal and her body relaxed. I let her legs go and
they slipped down around my hips. I pulled out of her and she moaned her
frustration knowing I had not come. I was hard and nearly at the edge of
my own pleasure.
	I brought my legs together so that her legs fell to the bed. I
took my knees out from between her legs and crawled up her body. I got up
far enough to be able to place a foot by her head. I hooked her right arm
with my leg and put my other foot flat on the bed. My dick was inches from
her mouth. I grabbed her hair with one hand and pulled her up. Her legs
being free gave her a wider range of mobility. I put my other hand on the
wall.
	She kissed the tip of my dick before I could do anything else. She
opened her mouth and let me stroke inside of her. I was so close; I knew I
would not be able to hold out very long. She felt the need in her mouth
and sucked me hard. The hand in her hair fisted pulling her hair but she
gave it no attention.
	My leg, the ropes and my grip in her hair trapped her upper body.
She only had her mouth and tongue available to use on me, which was enough
in the state I was in. I pulled my hips back and she released her suction
enough that I slid back smoothly. I pulled her head towards me as I fucked
into her mouth. Her tongue caressed the underside of my cock as she
welcomed me into her mouth. I tried smooth strokes in and out of her mouth
but I only managed a handful before the leg I was standing on shook. I
tried to control it but she felt the precipice I was on. She fought the
hold on her hair to take me deeper.
	Her willingness was too much. I stroked back and into her mouth
before I came. She sucked hard as I fought the need to pull back and fuck
into her as hard as I could. I settled for pulling her face into me so I
could finish the rest of my orgasm as deep in her mouth as I could.
	She sucked me dry.
	I thought I was done but at the tail end of my release she sucked
my dick hard. I headbutted the wall as it caught me by surprise. I pressed
against it as she sucked, released and sucked again. She drew every drop
out of my body and it nearly drove me insane.
	Somewhere on the way to losing my mind, she relaxed her mouth and
settled for licking me gently. I guided her back to a lying position and
unhooked my leg. I dragged myself down her body until my forehead touched
hers.
	I rested on top of Megan while my body recovered from feeling
whole for the first time in months. Her wriggle underneath me brought me
out of my reverie. She looked expectant around the blindfold. I got up and
pulled a bottle of water out of my bag. I took a couple of swallows and
put the end against her lips. She drank and signaled she had enough. Some
had dripped down her cheek and neck; I was still thirsty so I drank from
Megan's skin.
	I got up and cut the ropes that tied her arms to the bed. I undid
the knots while she waited patiently. I undid the knots at her feet
freeing her completely.
	She reached for the blindfold but I put my hands on top of hers.
	"Leave it," I said/asked. She looked like she was staring at me
for a couple of seconds but moved her hands away from the blindfold to my
chest.
	We rested for about twenty minutes, which was enough time for her
to recover. She pushed on my chest and turned me so I was lying on the
bed. I closed my eyes expecting something of a tease.
	Megan had different ideas and started with licking my testicles.
She must have remembered my reaction to that from our first night. She
encircled my dick with her hand as she bathed me with her tongue. I was
half-hard by the time she took my dick in her mouth.
	She hardened me slowly.
	First, she used long strokes up and down my cock; taking me as
deep as she could and releasing me completely.
	Then she licked from base to tip, again and again, making sure no
part of my dick was ignored.
	She put her hand on the topside of my dick and licked up and down
the underside while stroking the top with her palm.
	Finally, she took me back into her mouth and stroked me fast.
	She got me hard with unbelievable skill.
	Blindfolded she did not see the beginning of the move that put her
on her back. She squealed a protest and fought against me. She tried to
push her weight up with her hips but I had her trapped beneath my body.
Before she could bring her arms to bear, I grabbed her wrists and pinned
them to the bed above her head. She tried to pop her hips up to dislodge
me but I had been waiting for it. I went up with her but came down between
her legs. My dick landed perfectly and I slipped inside her. She stretched
her neck in reaction and tried to dislodge me by popping her hips up
again.
	I pushed into her hard to counter. She shook her head and tried
again. All it did was stroke her pussy up and down my length. She kept
trying to push me off her body but my weight was too much for her and her
heat was rising at the stroking in and out of her. She settled her ass on
the bed and breathed hard. She gave a small laugh and wrapped her legs
around me tightly.
	I kissed her hard and her tongue entered my mouth deepening the
kiss. I moved my hips fucking Megan slowly with long strokes. She moved
her ass beneath me. I knew the blowjob she had given me had excited her
but the intensity of the previous orgasms had desensitized her to some
extent. I only used the brief wrestling match and fucking her to retake
control of our sex.
	I pulled out of her slowly and she groaned into my mouth pushing
up with her hips. She wanted me back inside but I wanted other things. I
slid down her body kissing, licking, nibbling every part of her I could
reach. She growled as I bit each of her nipples and licked the flash of
pain away.
	I kissed my way down her stomach.
	It had been in the story of her desires that I had written. I
thought it was that part of herself that was only fantasy.
	{block}
	--biting... the leaving of actual marks (not huge ones, but still
noticeable) to remind her of it for days afterwards would be a very
pleasureable way of marking her as his.
	{/block}
	She was not mine; Megan would never truly be mine. A few days
though; a few days of a part of her body reminding her I had been there
was something I could leave her with.
	I knew where I would make my statement. I licked the spot where
her tummy turned into hip. A small line between muscle and bone that I
found attractive in a woman. I did not give myself time to think; I put my
teeth on her and marked her.
	She tried to sit up in protest and push my head away. It was too
late; I pulled away and saw my teeth echoed on her skin. I knew it was not
deep enough to ache for days but standing naked before a mirror she would
be able to touch the bruise and remember me.
	I licked and kissed it. She was still pushing to get me away from
her. I crawled up her body until my lips were next to her ear. I whispered
the words she had written me. She remembered them and relaxed her hands.
Her breathing returned to an excited normal as I grabbed her wrists and
lay beside her. She grabbed onto the bed frame willingly to allow me to
play with her skin again.
	I used light touches to tempt her.
	She moved slowly; first, to her side as I kissed her shoulders and
then to her stomach as I licked the small of her back. I kept moving
downwards with my lips tasting every part of her. I wanted to mark her
asscheek also but thought better of it.
	I spread her asscheeks and looked at her. I leaned my face in and
licked her pussy's entrance. She arched her ass up so I treated her clit
to a couple of licks.
	I brought my hand up and down in a light spank on her left
asscheek. She gasped at the feel of it. I did the same to her right
asscheek.
	I was grinding into the bed and would not be able to hold on long
without fucking into her. I spread her cheeks as far as I could and licked
her pussy from clit to entrance.
	She tasted like need.
	I could not help but settle in, no matter how much I wanted to be
inside her. In the position I was in, I could tongue her while my hands
enjoyed the feel of her ass. It was a few minutes before I kissed my way
up her back. I put my left knee against her leg. I used it to spread the
leg out and upwards. I grabbed her asscheeks again and opened her body for
my dick. I sat up and ran my dick between her asscheeks. The feel of her
skin was fantastic. I could not wait any longer and pulled my hips back so
that my dick dropped to her pussy.
	I kissed her moisture with the head of my dick and pushed forward.
I kept going until I was deep inside her again. I pulled back and pumped
into Megan. She tried to move her ass to take her own pleasure but I held
her still with my handgrips. I pulled out of her completely and slipped a
finger into her. She groaned in protest and pushed her ass against me.
	I lubricated my finger inside her, pulled it out and pushed it
against her anal ring. Her protests ended as she relaxed her ass. My
finger slipped inside her and I gave her a couple of strokes to make sure
she was ready. I kept my finger inside her ass as I fucked back into her.
I felt myself from inside her as I used long strokes to gather more
lubrication.
	I pulled my finger out of her. I fucked in and out of her pussy
hard for a couple of strokes. I pulled out and rested my wet dick on her
ass. I had pushed it too far and needed a couple of seconds to recover.
	She moaned in disappointment as I waited for control to return. I
grabbed her asscheeks and spread her again. I rubbed my dick on her before
using my left hand to touch my tip to her asshole. I pushed against her
and her body gave before the pressure.
	I sank into her ass and I could barely see from the need to fuck
into her hard. I stroked myself to keep the stimulation levels high as I
fucked deeper into Megan's ass. I leaned down to improve the angle, pulled
my hips back and pumped into her ass hard to take the last inch of depth.
I rested my weight on top of her and enjoyed the feel of possessing her.
	She tried to push up with her hands so I grabbed her wrists again.
I held her tightly as I pulled my hips back and took her again. She fought
my grips and tried to release her hands. It added to feel of fucking her
ass. We fought quietly as I stroked in and out of her ass.
	She freed a hand.
	I tried to recapture it but she snuck it underneath her body. She
moved her ass and I guessed her fingers were playing with her clit. I
pulled my weight off her ass a little. Her movement to give herself orgasm
was enough to move her ass an inch up and down my cock continuously.
	I grabbed two fistfuls of her hair and kissed the back of her
neck. I pulled my hips back and fucked her hard. She grunted but not in
discomfort; her body was also close to release. I closed my fists hard in
her hair and stroked in and out of her ass in a steady rhythm.
	She got there first.
	She pushed up against me and I felt her hand moving feverishly
underneath her body. Her ass squeezed me tightly as I stroked in and it
was the last straw.
	I pulled back, put my teeth on the back of her neck and fucked
into her ass as hard as I could. She put her face into the bed and
screamed her orgasm out. My balls felt like they were being squeezed hard
for a second and I put my forehead on her hair.
	I felt cum flowing through my dick before shooting into Megan's
ass. I pulled back in reaction and pushed hard against her to give her
body my second release.
	I untangled my hands from her hair and relaxed against her back. I
did not want to move and her body was telling me not to. A couple of
minutes later, we turned to our sides and I put my arm around her waist.
	She reached for the blindfold but I put my hand on it. She turned
towards me and I kissed her shoulder. I got out of the bed; her face
followed me as I put on a long t-shirt. I looked around the room and found
the towels I needed. I put my hand on her blindfold again as she reached
for it.
	She smiled innocently.
	I grabbed the larger towel and draped it on her body. She tucked
it under her armpits and sat up. I grabbed her shoulders and guided her up
to a standing position. I wrapped the towel around her and tucked it into
place. I wrapped her other towel around my waist.
	I led her outside the room.
	A co-ed was opening the door to her room and looked at us
surprised. I put my finger on my lips and winked. She smiled and shook her
head. She walked into her room and closed her door as quietly as she
could. I walked behind Megan to the bathroom.
	"Don't open your eyes," I told her. She nodded and let me take the
towel off her body. I took the blindfold off and was sure she peeked
throughout our entire time in the bathroom but that was okay. I turned the
shower on and waited for the water to get to the right temperature.
	I walked us into the stream.
	It was not like the shower in the hotel room. I cleaned both of us
but it was businesslike. I wanted to be back in bed with Megan against me.
We stepped out together and she leaned against the wall as I dried her. I
kissed my bite mark to remind her of it.
	I put the blindfold back on after I had replaced the towels on our
bodies. There was no one in the hallway when I led her back to her room.
Her towel dropped as soon as she stepped into the room. She walked
carefully to her bed and lay down. I took off my t-shirt and dropped the
towel around my waist next to hers.
	I lay down beside her.
	We kissed and touched without saying a word. Sometime during the
enjoyment of each other's heat, we fell asleep.
	I woke up the same as I had in the hotel room. She was playing
with me. It was a few hours later and the morning was streaming in through
her window. I turned my face and was met by her lips. I put my arm around
her waist and placed my hand on the small of her back. She rolled on to
her back while pulling on me. I let her guide me between her legs.
	Her hands were holding me. She stroked me to hardness and I felt
the need to be inside her building again. She kissed me as she placed my
dick carefully against her. I pushed with my hips and her body accepted
me.
	We were controlled in our motions at first.
	I stroked in and out of her slowly as our mouths mated. It went on
for minutes as I enjoyed feeling Megan around my hard dick. The strokes
became longer as the need in both of us climbed.
	I put my hands on her face and pushed the blindfold up. Her eyes
opened and she stared at me. I drank in the need and passion in them
through my own eyes. She held her eyes open and let me inside her. To take
it, I had to let her inside me.
	She kissed me hungrily and her pussy cradled me. She ground her
hips against me and I held myself as deep inside her as I could. I felt
her body give her over to pleasure. She buried her face in my neck and her
pussy's reaction to her orgasm drew my own out.
	I ached as I came inside her.
	It felt right to ache in the middle of my pleasure after six
months of wanting her. It felt right as I gave myself completely to her.
	She fell asleep soon after I moved to her side. I waited for the
deepness of it to take her away from me. I stood up slowly making no
noise. I knew I had to leave, whatever Megan and I were it did not include
mornings after.
	It was a less and less convincing lie the farther I got from her
on the drive home.

						-----

	Monday afternoon, I went to work in something of a daze. A part of
me regretted leaving, but a larger part thought our fate was hers to
decide.
	The Lab Manager was in her office, which was a surprise. She
smiled as I walked by. I waved and opened my door. I checked my email but
did not read any of it. I was really checking if Megan had emailed me
something after she woke up. I went through the pile of snail mail and
discarded everything.
	The private investigator's picture caught my eye and I smiled at
Megan's face. She looked happy in the picture; it made her look so young.
I picked it up and studied her. I had never looked like that; young and
free.
	I picked up the report and started reading it. I had not bothered
when it arrived. I found what I needed and thought it was enough. Now, I
thought maybe there would be something Megan had not told me about herself
in it.
	The first page surprised me.
	I put the report down and looked at my computer.
	Megan had emailed the night we were together.
	I picked up the report and read it from beginning to end
carefully. I put it down and picked up the picture.
	I studied the other girl. She could have been Megan's sister. Her
skin was lighter and she was a couple of inches shorter but the
resemblance was there.
	I hired a good investigator who answered my questions instead of
finding Megan and giving me an address. Megan had not left town on the
first night she spent with me. The investigator chased down the
discrepancy and found Megan's friend. She had charged a hotel room in my
town that night.
	The investigator waited patiently until she could photograph Megan
and her friend together. She thought the friend was the one I was really
interested it in so had circled her face and not Megan's.
	Megan had not lied; I even had a name.
	Maria.
	I looked at the woman I thought was Megan through two nights of
our bodies touching. I studied her until my eyes ached but I could barely
formulate the questions, never mind getting answers from the picture. I
put it down and opened Megan's email.
	"Are you going to write it?" she asked.
	"Yes. I would appreciate you giving your friend a copy when it's
posted." I emailed her back. I thought I finally had something to say.
	There was a knock on my door.
	I spun my chair around to see a blonde woman in a business suit
standing by the door. Business suits were not the normal apparel at the
university so I was surprised. My manager was standing besides her
smiling.
	"Miguel Sanchez?" the woman asked brightly.
	"Yes," I said with a smile. She was pretty with beautiful blue
eyes. The suit was tailored, fitting her nicely. I tried not to admire the
femininity it presented perfectly in the disguise of hiding it.
	"I'm Samantha Doubre from Brickhouse Publishing."
	I took her hand to shake but looked confused.
	"I know what a thin envelope means. What does it mean when they
send a company representative?" I asked.
	"Do you only see a company representative?" she asked me. She had
not let go of my hand so her meaning was not something I could mistake.
	Her blue eyes widened and she pulled her hand out of mine roughly.
She covered her mouth and blushed at the words that had escaped.
	"That good?" my manager asked Ms. Doubre.
	"There was nearly a riot in the editing offices," Ms. Doubre said
turning to her. I felt it for the first time in my life, the awareness of
a woman's attraction; she turned away because she needed space between us.
	I took a step backwards but she closed space immediately. The
awareness rose again; she needed the space but not if it meant not getting
what she wanted.
	"I knew you wrote erotica but you didn't tell me you were doing
some serious writing," my manager admonished me.
	"I thought it was time," I said with a dismissive smile. I had not
wanted to write erotica after Megan. The words were still inside me
though. I did not notice I was writing my first novel until it was half
done. I let it go; writing it did not mean I had to submit it. I do not
know why I did when I finished, other than it felt a part of the cycle.
	"Why don't you take Ms. Doubre out to dinner, Miguel," my manager
said. "You probably have a lot to talk about."
	She nodded to both of us and stepped out of my office. Ms. Doubre
and I turned towards each other.
	"Please, call me Samantha," she said nervously.
	"I would think the writer would be the nervous one here,
Samantha."
	She smiled widely at me; I had gotten her message.
	"Even raw, I enjoyed your words immensely," she said with her
voice dropping into a bass whose thrum my body echoed.
	Her eyes bored into me.
	"Dinner sounds like a fantastic idea," I told her.
	Samantha asked me during our meal what had inspired the book.
	I told her the truth; two women I never met.
				

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