I’ve had this blog for 9 years. Thats…. that’s a long time.
A lot of dead time but hey…life and writers block are assholes at times. So, I do what I can, when I can… when I’m allowed.. When life doesn’t try and boss me around…
So, I’m going to try and post more. Stories…life… stuff…. hopefully more stories. But, that truly depends on my brain. If it will let me focus enough to get the full story out before it decides to envelope it in the dense fog of forgetfulness.
Here’s to another year. One that is, I hope, full of fun and joy, stories and maybe just a bit more laughter.
It started like any other Saturday night. I smoothed the black stockings over my legs and fastened the silver clasp on my four inch heels. My floor length black dress hugged my curves and it made me feel like the ultimate femme fatale. I slipped the flask of whiskey into the garter at my thigh and checked the time. Charlie was waiting for me and I was a bit more than fashionably late.
My bodyguard, Frank, was standing outside my door. He was 6’5 with skin like midnight. No one got near me when Frank was around. He was all the protection I needed. Well, that and the small .38 I had hidden on my body.
We climbed into the car and the chauffeur took off. He had his own orders from Tony and nothing I said mattered. We were late and he was going to get us there or die trying. I was really going to have to talk to Tony about this. It was more than annoying, honestly.
When we finally pulled up to the speakeasy, it was a bit of a shock. I know these are supposed to be hidden in plain sight, but this was taking it to the most extreme.
The house, if you could call it that, was barely standing. A condemned sign would have been a welcomed addition to the property. The roof looked like it was barely hanging on, and while I could hear the music coming from the inside, I was wary of even setting foot on the walkway.
Frank finally nudged me. The driver was getting anxious so I needed to get out and make my appearance in this rundown joint. I sigh heavily, prompting another nudge from Frank. I have no choice in doing what I do….so I do it well.
I make my way through the over grown weeds and grass to get to the door. Frank knocks and gives the password. I, being a female, and apparently having no common sense, am not allowed to know it. We are allowed entry and I am utterly shocked at the difference of the interior of this place.
Red velvet and gold cording. Lights and mirrors. Art deco decorations everywhere. I almost squealed in delight. It was actually quite beautiful.
I quickly got myself together, as I was here for business not pleasure, and walked to the bar to talk to Charlie.
Charlie was the quintessential speakeasy bartender. Tall, dark and handsome. He was the one all the ladies wanted to dance with and all the men wanted to be friends with. He ran a good line of cock and bull which made it easier to take his good looks. We were friends and he didn’t hit on me too much. Frank made it even less so.
“I came to see a man about a dog, Charlie, whatcha got for me?” Charlie laughed his reply “Roxie, you own the dogs, girl.” I laugh loudly and nod. He’s right. I own them all.
He makes my usual drink, the corpse reviver, and I head towards the stage. It’s long past time for me to have started, but it’s alright. Everyone is drinking so no one really cares if I’m late or not. Just as long as there is banned booze and my voice.
I notice the man in the far corner, but only as one would notice a stray dog. He’s not one of the regulars. He’s in all black. Not the colorful suits the men usually wear. I barely spare him a glance as I climb the stage and the band greets me.
After a few nods, hugs and handshakes we start our set. The first song is Love me or leave me. Our favorite cover. I love how my voice trills over the notes. While caressing the song, I notice the stray has come closer to the stage, he seems enthralled. This is nothing new…my voice usually knocks people around. They don’t seem to expect it.
The problem was he threw me. Something in his face. Something I wasn’t expecting when I walked into this shack. My voice faltered a bit and it was enough that Frank came over and stand in front of me. blocking me from the view of everyone. This in and of itself was completely uncharted territory.
We finish the song and I beg a break, something unheard of. I’ll sing until I have no voice and Frank has to drag me off the stage.
I grab my drink and toss it back, then shiver at the taste. It’s not the best batch of bathtub booze, but it’ll do for this crowd. They don’t know the difference between high class champagne and barnyard beer. It’s a shame really, but then, it keeps my pockets full of jingle and my house full of baubles. Honestly, it keeps me from relying on Tony. I won’t be some mobster’s moll again. After Legs died, he left me enough money to keep me from having to resort to that again. Bless that dimwitted man and his deep pockets.
Frank tossed me a concerned look and I just shrug. “I need to talk to Charlie again, Frank”. He nodded and turned so I could lead the way. He always had my back. Literally. Ever since Legs got stuck, Frank has been attached at my hip to protect me. I’m lucky. Most guards go find other work. Frank stayed.
We make our way though the crowded room towards the bar and I stumble when I see the stray chatting it up with Charlie. Why? I know Charlie is a talker, luckily it’s not ever anything important. He knows who pockets he’s in.
We get to the bar just in time to hear Charlie say “I hope that you’re able boy, cause I’m tellin ya, she knows where it’s at!”. “Hiya, Chuck. I need a refill.” I talk over the chatty bartender. If he’s talking about me, Frank will have his head. And Tony will cut out his heart.
The stray just stared at me. It was more than a little unnerving. No one has had the guts since Frank became a permanent fixture. I really didn’t know what to think.
As I was about to snark out a comment, there was a commotion off to the side of us. I turn and see two minor hatchet men were brandishing their 45s. I grab the stray’s arm and pull him quickly behind the bar. Frank and I had enough practice to know what to do, but this kid would have been a lamb in a slaughter house.
There was a gunshot and some stupid moll screamed, but then it was quiet. Against everything that Frank made me swear not to do, I popped my head up over the bar to see what was happening.
Nothing. Not a single thing happened. One of the guy’s guns went off as it hit the floor in the scuffle and no one was hurt. I was relieved. The last thing we needed was some stupid gumshoes mucking about here. Every last one of us would do some time. Even the girls. The stray was tugging on my hem and I tried to shake him off. I looked down and he had a Smith & Wesson Triple Lock. My first thought was this idiot was going to shoot himself.
I dropped back down to the floor and said, “Put that thing away. I bet you don’t even know how to use it. God save me from these heroes!” The stray looked at me (had he ever even looked away) and said in the deepest voice I have ever heard, “I’m no hero, miss. but your guard is about to lose his cool if you don’t settle down and let him do his job.” I turned my head to look at Frank and almost had a heart attack.
The big black man was mere inches from my face and had the most terrifying look on his face. Is this what everyone else sees? It’s no wonder I’m left alone. I attempt to stutter out an apology but he simply held his hand up and i clamped my lips shut. I already know the chewing out I’ll get later.
Once Frank had checked everything out and tossed me the head nod of approval, I stood up and looked around again. Charlie was making an attempt at getting the party going once more, but it appeared as though no one was buying what he was trying to sell.
I turned around and promptly tripped on a spilled drink. I fell to the floor in a very inelegant heap at the feet of the stray. I have no idea who moved faster but I do know that Frank was trying to yank me out of the stray’s arms that were suddenly supporting me. “Gentlemen, there is enough of me to go around, though I do believe I am in an immense amount of pain. Could we dispense with the machismo and get me to my bed please?” I was fading in and out, I guess I hit my head. I heard Frank and the stray arguing about whether to take me home or to a doctor. I tried to say no to a doctor, but all that came out was a long low sigh, then blackness.
When I came to, I was , luckily, in my bed and somehow in my favorite dark green silk nightgown. I was immediately incensed. WHO?? I know Frank wouldn’t have nor would he have allowed anyone this kind of freedom with me. I bolted upright and regretted it. My head swam but I also had vague memories of someone with striking eyes changing my clothes. The stray? No.. there is no way.
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Dear Readers,
This is not the story I had in my head about 2 weeks ago. I have no clue where this one came from. It flowed through my fingers and I typed like a woman possessed. I am also not done. I believe this will be a 2 part story….maybe more. I just wanted to get this bit out and posted before I lost it as I am prone to do.
Even if I never come back to this one, I am happy(ish) with how it is.
5 months and no new story
Oh…I have the middle and end. But the beginning is an elusive little baatard. Constantly changing and flittering around in my head.
Soon…soon I will capture the beginning and unblock the creative flow.
My ink tells a story. Every one of my tattoos mean a lot to me. I cant imagine life without my ink.
That being said, I had a conversation tonight about one of my pieces. I was asked if I was considering covering it up.
My reply was a resounding no. While the sentiment behind the piece has changed, it is still an important piece to me.
But, truth be known…I’m already thinking about changing it. Not a cover up, but something that makes it mine. I’ve actually been thinking about this for over a month now.
Not sure how I can change it, but I absolutely am.
It’s late when I come to bed. Too many chores that needed to be done and simply not enough time during the day to do them.
I take pride in doing them. Caring for you, our life it means the world to me that I’m able to work from home.
Silently opening the door, the light from the moon is shining through the window over your chest, turning you a beautiful silver.
I stand at the foot of the bed and just look at you. Peaceful, serene. It’s a pleasure to see you so relaxed for a change. No furrowed brow from the days stress.
I notice that the sheet is only barely covering you. The corner is strategically covering your masculinity from my view. It’s enticing.
You shift a bit, bringing a leg up to get more comfortable. The sheet slips a bit, just enough so I can almost see your head. I can feel myself getting wet…
I walk quietly to you. Stopping to slip off my nightgown, I hold it in my hands and simply look at you.
Gently, I move your hands above your head and tie them with my gown. The silk cool against your heated flesh.
Trailing a finger down your ribs to your hip, you move slightly. I smile. I love having you tied up. And you love it when I surprise you with my dominance…
Leaning down, I kiss your hip, my hair gently caressing your lower tummy.
I hear you softly moan in your sleep. Smiling, I lower the sheet to allow a bit more access to you.
Dipping my head down, I flick my tongue over the very tip of you.
The effect is immediate. Goosebumps appear on your skin, your hips move to find my mouth, your breathing gets deeper.
Looking up, I see you are still asleep. I wonder what you are dreaming about as I kiss and touch you…
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I taste you. The sheet still hiding most of you from me. It’s interesting to tease myself while I tease you…
Breathing you in, I gently tug the sheet even lower. Exposing everything I want.
My hands skimming over your chest, barely making contact, a mere whisper of movement along your skin.
Lowering my head, I carefully take you into my mouth. I can never get enough of your taste.
Feeling you get hard in my mouth is one of my favorite things. I so rarely get the chance to catch you unaware.
Your shaft lengthening, widening. My mouth opening more to allow you the room you need, sliding slowly up and down.
Your moaning is louder, more urgent….wanting me to continue.
Looking up again, I meet your eyes. A smirk playing at your lips, encouraging me to keep going.
Grinning, I sit up, and lean forward, my breasts crushed against your chest, to kiss you.
My fingers playing across your chest, up to your jaw. Rubbing my thumb over your lip. I pour all of my desire into this kiss.
My tongue sliding against yours, tasting, teasing.
Moaning, I run my hand through your hair, slightly tugging, changing the angle of your head. Letting me kiss you even deeper.
Your sigh reverberates through my body. i feel my nipples harden, begging for your touch.
Reaching over your head, I untie one hand. I softly say to you that you are only partially bound. An experiment for us both.
Sitting up, your hand finds my breast. Caressing and holding me, my breath catches in my throat. Your touch is electric.
My hands roam your body, I can’t seem to stop touching you.
Reaching down, I cup your hardness. You arch against my hand, needing more.
Kissing my way down your body, hearing you moan as my lips and tongue work their way to where you want me most.
Your hand is entangled in my hair, attempting to guide me, but I already know where I need to be.
A soft breath against your shaft has you shivering. Looking up into your eyes, I circle your head with my tongue. Teasing you…
Closing your eyes, waiting for me to take you in.
You are a beautiful site, poised on the brink of pure ecstasy…simply waiting for my next move.
Shifting, I straddle your hips, my hot core resting on your hardness, waiting to slip into me.
Taking your free hand, I move it to my breast, letting you pull and tug at my nipple.
You slide in…taking both of us by surprise. We both stop and enjoy the sensation of being one.
Slowly, I start to move. Feeling you stretch and fill me. Moaning and biting my lip.
My head falls back, reveling in the pleasure you bring to me.
Up I rise, skin against skin..silky, smooth, hard…
Down, filling me, hitting all of the right spots to drive me crazy.
My desire is pooled between us. I slip a hand down and touch my clit.
My muscles clench causing you to growl.
God you are so sexy like this.
Your eyes glued to my hand, I bring it up and taste myself.
You immediately orgasm. Bowing up, forcing yourself deep into me hitting my g spot.
I scream your name. falling forward on your chest, your hand pulling my hair, you biting my neck, leaving marks.
Walking into the concert hall, the energy is so intense that my hair is standing up on end.
Everyone is dressed basically like me… black…tight…slashed…ripped
What else would you expect from a concert like this?
I see him through the crowd. It’d be hard to miss him, he’s taller than most people here.
Our eyes catch but before we can do more than see each other, the lights go out and the concert begins.
I enjoy the music, but my mind is occupied by the tall stranger.
The raw sexuality of the show has me on edge.
The Beautiful people….The Dope show…fuck Frankie…it all just adds to the storm brewing within me.
I feel a hand on my shoulder. I whip around, prepared to fight… I’m too close to the pit, and I know better, but the energy is magnetic and I can’t help myself.
As I look up, I see it’s him…the man from earlier.
My heart beats hard in my chest as I look into his eyes…
He’s smiling down at me.. I can feel my own smile pulling at the corners of my mouth.
He leans down and brushes his lip against mine, tender and lingering.
Pulling on my hand, he leads me away from the crowd into a secluded corner.
Shrouded in the semi-darkness, he presses me against the wall, his larger frame completely hiding me from view…
He tugs my hands over my head, turning them so my palms are flush with the wall
Do NOT move them, he growls into my ear.
All I can do is simply nod. my mind is focused on his body so near mine.
Tracing my jaw, he lightly presses on my chin, opening my mouth.
Capturing my lips, he nibbles, sucks… slides his tongue along mine. I moan into his mouth, leaning forward slightly to encourage him.
Tainted love begins to play….a perfect sound track for an illicit encounter.
He runs his hands up my sides, thumbs just grazing the sides of my breasts….teasing me
Getting down on his knees, he runs a finger over my fishnet clad leg, from the top of my knee high boots to the short hem of my black skirt.
My hands threaten to leave the wall, wanting nothing more than to bury themselves in his dark hair.
He sees and simply shakes his head, and that’s enough to make them stay.
Returning his attention to my legs, he wraps his hands around the backs of my thighs, squeezing and forcing them slightly apart.
Immediately, `the smell of my arousal fills my nose. He grins, and I blush as red as my hair.
Closing my eyes against the embarrassment, I can feel him lifting my skirt. The air is cool against my heated skin.
Leaning my head against the wall, I feel his breath on my thighs, through the holes in the netting.
He clearly sees I’m not wearing underwear. I hear his low chuckle of surprise.
Biting my lip, silently begging him to do SOMETHING… the agony of anticipation is making me ache for his touch.
He comes closer, his tongue just barely touching my center. Fighting back a moan I bite my lower lip.
Hooking my leg over his shoulder I bring him in closer, no longer content to merely stand there. Desperate to be an active partner in this seduction.
Laughing, he kisses my inner thigh…his tongue making wet trails to my core. Making me moan almost as loud as the music.
He tastes me, licking and sucking as if I were the sweetest confection he’d ever had.
My legs begin to shake, I can feel my orgasm building. Grabbing my hips, he thrusts his tongue even deeper pushing me towards my release.
Screaming, I let go… my muscles tensing, back arching, leg pulling him even closer.
Sucking on my clit, he prolongs it… I’m shivering. Unable to speak.
Removing my leg from his shoulder, he stands and kisses me deeply, his hand on the back of my neck, holding me still so he can plunder my mouth.
I can taste myself on his tongue, and it makes me even wetter. I grind my hips against his, but he steps back, obviously wanting to be the one in control. Growling, I accept his dominance over me…
He spins me around and places my hands back on the wall.
I can feel him against my back. His hands sliding down my arms…..I whimper in need.
When he moves away, the rush of cold air physically hurts after him being so close.
He flips the back of my skirt up…rubbing his hand over my cheeks. Warming them.
Suddenly, a full swat lands on me. Immediately, I cum… sliding down so much, he has to wrap his arm around my waist to keep me upright. Luckily, he doesn’t say a word about my hands being away from the wall.
Recovering, he places my hands back on the wall, and lifts my skirt again
I can feel him ripping my fishnets…one strand at a time.
He’s tugging and making the fabric pull and strain against my clit. He knows exactly what he’s doing.. I can hear his light laughter when I moan and arch.
He’s finally happy with his destructive handy work, and his hand returns to my ass. Rubbing, caressing.
Pushing on my shoulders, makes me bend forward, still keeping my hands on the wall.
I feel him rub his head against my ass. I spread my legs a bit wider in invitation.
Slowly, he slides inside me. Filling…stretching… rubbing.
Something is different…. A sensation I’ve never felt before. Something… extra?
Once he’s fully inside me, he leans over my back to whisper in my ear ‘Are you enjoying the Prince?’
I shudder in pleasure… I’ve never felt this before. Cold metal rubbing on my g spot. He chuckles and simply says ‘enjoy’
Pulling out, he slams into me, hitting the very spot designed to make me scream in pleasure. Arching, and pressing against the wall to meet his thrusts, head thrown back, begging for more.
He pounds into me… that piercing rubbing perfectly. Making me moan and shiver against him.
With a few thrusts, I’m cumming hard around his hard cock. Clenching my muscles, screaming, begging him for more…more…more…
I can feel him tense up. Fucking me harder than ever, raking his nails down my back, holding my hips to keep his leverage.
His hot, masculine release flooding me…searing.
Panting and sweating, leans over me, kissing my neck whispering nonsense words of praise and approval.
Finally, our breathing returning to normal, he straightens up and adjusts his pants.
Reaching over, he removes my hands from the wall, kissing each palm and lightly nibbling on the pads of my thumbs.
Holding my hands in his, he leans down and gently kisses me then walks away.
Watching him walk away, I whisper my thanks to the gorgeous stranger and wander off to find my car.
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