Snow Lovers by Ernst Haas

happy new year


Mariel wasn't tired, she was weary. Twenty new years celebrations have taken a heavy toll on her spirit and she just wasn't feeling the party this year.
"C'mon girl. You can't tell me that you want to stay home this year. We've partied every New Year's Eve since we were eighteen years old! I refuse to believe that you don't wanna go out this year."
"Believe it Diana. It's become old. I've become old. There's no celebration in getting so toasted I don't know who I'm going home with. Every New Year, every Memorial day, every birthday and Fourth of July it's the same thing. Dressed up or dressed down, same old thing."
"You're just depressed. You got that S.A.D. I bet"
"Maybe so, maybe not; whatever it is or isn't, I'll not be hanging with you all this year. Bye Diana and have a blessed new year and please be careful. I don't wanna be reading about you on the front pages." Mariel hung up the phone.

By eleven oh five and after sipping spiked eggnog for the past two hours Mariel realized that she didn't want to see the new year come in without some sort of fanfare so she put a bottle of asti in her big bag, put on her boots and fur parka, and set out to the park to view the fireworks. The city streets were crowded and the revelers of First Night wished her a happy new year with offered sips of this and a few hits of that. The snow was falling slowly. Big fat flakes dancing in the frigid breezes and laying to rest in her hair. The lucky ones kissed her outstretched tongue to the amused view of one lone partyer standing on the cold balcony of an apartment that Mariel passed. She was enjoying this byherselfness and didn't notice him. She didn't notice him following behind. He was close enough when she stopped to chat to a girl dressed for a party.
"Mariel! You're not clubbin' with your girls tonight?"
"Nah. I thought I might go down to the Point and listen to the symphony and look at the fireworks."
"Oh. Really? The symphony huh? In this snow?"
"Yeah"
"You depressed or something?"
Mariel was genuinely amused and laughed out loud with delight because she just discovered something about herself in this time before the new year.
"No. I've grown up and I'm enjoying it."
"All by yourself huh?"
"Yeah." Mariel checked her wrist. It's almost midnight. I'm gonna roll. Happy New Year Gurlfren."
Mariel walked on with a smile on her cherub, cherry glossed lips.
Her girlfriend checked the guy a few feet behind Mariel and he waved to her and said Happy New Year.
Mariel heard him and turned to walk backwards to see who was behind her.
Cute. Six four. Andrew Dan Jumboish in his plain jeans, and Lugz boots.
"Happy New Year Mariel" he said.
Mariel stumbled off the curb and would have fallen into the street and on coming heavy traffic if he hadn't been quick enough to grab her hand, pull her to him and hold her there. Tight.
He decided that he was not going to let her go for the rest of this night.
"You alright? I don't want to lose you before I even get to know you."
"Yeah. How do you know my name?"
"I was behind you when you were talking to your friend"
"You were eavesdropping."
"Yeah." No shame in his game she thought to herself.
"Actually I saw you about three blocks back. I was standing out on the balcony when you were walking by catching snowflakes on your tongue."
"So you followed me?"
He grabbed her shoulder when he saw the wariness rise in her eyes.
"Don't be scared. You're ... Hell... I see this real cute woman walking by with a smile on her face and a spring in her very cute walk, all by herself, on a cold and snowy New Years Eve night, well... I just gotta know who she is."
Mariel relaxed a bit.
"Okay. You know my name. What's yours?"
"Marc."
"Happy new Year Marc. You can let me go now."
She like the way he looked when he bit his lowerlip and ducked his head to look up into her eyes. She liked that slow easy grin that ended in a deep dimple.
"No chance" he said shaking his head.
She felt the walls of her vagina swelling, involuntarily filling with her liquid want.
He took her hand and they ran across the street to the entrance to Point Park. The orchestra was playing a waltz and the First Night crowd was young and old alike.
He kept a firm hold of her hand as they joined the dancers. He waltzed her into the crowd to dance her across the cold grass floor to the area that had benches and lots of trees. He sat pulling her down on his lap.
"I don't want your bottom to get cold but I wish you could face me."
pause...
1 mississippi
2 mississippi
Mariel stood , turned and steadied her self with one hand on his shoulder while she sat to face him, straddled on his lap.
They both looked down into the space they made. He was growing hard. She was getting damp. they were blowing steam.
They both looked up at the same time then stared blurrily into each others eyes while they tasted each others mouths.
He unzipped her jeans and pulled the crotch of her panties aside. Her scent rose in the steam from her hot pussy. He felt her honey running to greet his fingers and he slid two fingers in and out and rubbed her clit with with his other fingers. Pinching it with his forefinger and thumb and working it like a little tiny dick. She wondered if Marc played piano because he was certainly playing her like one.
Mariel didn't care that people were staring. She didn't care that parents, whose little ones felt so grown up being allowed to stay up late and go somewhere in the night to have fun, where rushing them past the couple on the park bench.
She didn't care that he had to cover his mouth with his own to swallow her scream that came the same time as the cymbals crashed extolling the new year.
people became caught up in kisses and toasts and surreptitious swigs from paper bags and didn't notice the couple hurrying into the fenced off areas of the trees and laying in the snow.
"Happy New Year Mariel"
"Happy New Year Marc"
He slid into her nice and slow and began to give her the best new years Eve celebration she ever had.

NITE SHIFT

Bette hated workin this shift the most. She usually finagled her way out of it but this time everyone refused to trade with her. "You crazy? You know this is a holiday weekend!" even her ole reliable, Old-livia, turned her down. "Naw honey. Not this time my children're commin home and i hafta Cook." Bette tried hard not to wish something bad on her kids. Now as she slipped the last samples into the machine, she sat, tapped the required info into the computer then wheeled the chair away from the machine to take a long stretch backward; naturally making her breasts arch,. "Just like in those romance novels" she thot... Bette's mind had a knack for keeping her amused when she was alone for long periods of time... "I ain't gonna wear a bra. Nobody'll see me anyway" she sat up and opened her shirt to bare her breasts. She cupped her hands under them to lift them a bit and slanted her eyes and panted to mimic a heroines heaving breast.

"Very nice!" said Caldwell.

Suprised, Bette fell out of her chair and could not deprive Caldwell the unforgettable view of her tits bouncing so very deliciously all over the place.

"What are you doing here! I was under the impression I would be working alone tonight"

"Obviously"

"Midnight is always a single tester!" By now Bette had turned away and was closing her blouse. She buttoned wrong.

"David called and asked me to work with you so that things wouldnt get backed up over the holiday"

"But I have the only key..."

He walked up to her, to grab the collar of her shirt. He pulled her to him. and planted a knee-buckling kiss to her ruby coloured mouth before telling her...

"I would have knocked, Love, but in your obvious haste to come to work and play with your lovely tits, you forgot to lock the door. She was captured by his arm around her waist and back. She did not protest as he unbuttoned her shirt.

"Look at this. You've done it all wrong" Down to the last button "Bette? I.. I.. do believe your breasts are heaving!"

"Smart ass"Not one to miss a beat she cupped her hands under her breasts to hoist them again. They both watched as her pink tipped nipples ripened into the most succulent of red cherries... They ached and needed to be squeezed. Bette wimpered...just a bit... because she knew that Caldwell was going to lay her on this cold tile floor, unbotton her tight tight jeans "I ain't gonna wear any panties. No one will be there to see that there's no pantylines anyway." Shimmy them off her hips . "mmmm I love to see a woman with big hips in some low riders" and slide them from her well shaped legs. Caldwell stood up to undress and stare down at Bette laying naked on the cold green and grey tiled floor. She bent her knees and spread her thighs, to show him all her goodies. She reached down to spread her labia wide so he could see her juice collecting to glisten in her sweet pink folds... her clit reared it's glorious head...he was undone... Caldwell cupped his arms under her thighs to pull her to him and wrap his lips around her royal highness. beep beep beep Bette looked at Caldwell. Caldwell looked at Bette. They both cried out. "The Tests!" Naked, ball's swinging, tit's swaying, they scrambled up to change the samples around before the machine started it's second phase. They finished just in time. beeeep Caldwell reached over and grabbed Bette before she could change her mind. But she snatched away to slide down to her knees, take a good, long, slow lick, then looked up at him; question in her eyes..."If I'm gonna be workin nites from now on, I'm gonna need to know your first name"

Bette went work

by duncan tye

I love to see a sharp dressed man, out, hangin chillin... enjoying his smoke

painting by fabian perez

"Yes. I know it is a very bad habit to enjoy. But there is something about the way his eyes half close along with the look on his face when he takes that first drag. He looks at you when he gives his wrist a couple of slow flicks to put the match out. Then the cigarette dangles on the side of his lip while he looks at you, smiling... I wonder if he knows he has just turned me on.

~Baie~

photo by adian buckmaster

`~BREAKFAST WITH TIFFANY~

Berry slammed into the damp sand under the boardwalk, skinning her, used to be perfect, knees. Suddenly aware that she was in doggy-style position, she sat to survey her new surroundings and began to dig for the flashlight in her tote. "All I wanted was a quiet walk on the waters edge. There was no mention of any rain and thunder...ah!" Triumphantly pulling the flashlight free of it's entrapments she clicked it on and saw that except for a sorry looking cat staring back at her and pushing itself deeper into the encroaching darkness, she was very much alone. "Now I'm going to have to call Shaw. Damn my knees hurt" Shining the light on her bruised knees Berry became absorbed in cleaning the small rocks, sand, and "shit! This is glass!" from her knees. The cat, appearing relaxed but ready, hunkerd down to eat his meal, the likes of which Berry didnt want to know. It watched as she dug in her tote for cotton balls, peroxside, tweezers, and she just knew she had a ball of gauze bandages and some surgical tape. "If Shaw could see me now" she said to the cat. "He hates my tote...he hates every thing I do. He treats me like I'm stupid and he is always hanging with his crew! " The cat answered "Meooower" :"I know. I know. I'm so sick of him. I don't even want to call him. I'm going to stay here till the rain stops. I don't need his help" Cat said "Meooower" "You are SO right. And you know what else? He has a little dick and he's a two minute man" Cat didnt say anything.
Berry put all of her paraphanalia away, finally digging out a large bar of milk chocolate and a bottle of spring water. When she was done eating she lay on her back, her head on the huge tote, her smarting knees elevated by her rolled up windbreaker, to think about her present circumstances. The steady hard rain beating down on the boardwalk above her in stacatto, the surf, wave after wave, trying to reach her, pull her in to play. Berry unconciously rubbed her thighs together. In another few seconds she would recognize her old friend, and welcome that sweet ache. Flowing water always aroused her, the water fall up in the mountains, sitting in a car thats being rinsed off with a water hose, and especially the rain. Looking around to make sure she was alone Berry stood and stripped off her soggy clothing. "Being naked feels so divine. I need to feel the rain" Cat, moving with slow stealth towards the wonderul tote of treasures, said "meooooower"
Berry moved like the cat. "nobody can see me I am naked alone in the rain" She let her palms glide over her breasts. They cupped under each one, lifting them a little, weighing them, each one a large handful. they gave over to her thumbs and forefingers and let them tweak her nipples to attention. "MM" They grew long, distended, wanting all she could give...Berry pulled her nipples hard...pinched them and felt her pussy swell, felt it making her own special brand of honey. She forgot about her skinned knees as she went into a wide legged stance, bending them a little to grab at her flowing pussy. Her frantic fingers found the bud, rubbing it, her fingers pulled, and pinched and she went back to rubbing her pussy, hard, fast until she threw back her head crying out her release. It was bringing her to her knees. As she made a high keening wail, her body was halfway to the sand when she felt someone scoop her up, hold her tight, and carry her back under the boardwalk where she was camped out. Berry came to her senses by the time he got under cover. She became fightened and began to scream and struggle. Still cradling Berry in his arms he fell to his knees and held her tight, rubbing her wet hair, softly telling her he was not going to hurt her. She noted his Italian accent."Please. calm down. shhhh I'm not going to hurt you." Cat was silent. Berry stilled...she would need to save her energy for when she bolted. "I'm not going to let you go until you listen to me. Look at me... look at my face...you know me...you know me blackberry101." At the use of her computer screen name Berry froze. He shined the light on his own handsome face . She recognized BlazingSaddles from the many pics he had e-mailed her in the four years of their internet relationship. This really was him. She saw his profile. She sent the first instant message. "What does a white boy from Italy know about Blazing Saddles"; he sent back "Haven't you ever heard of spaghetti westerns?" They were friends from that day on."
Berry, total nudity forgotten, stood to face him. He was still on his knees so he buried his head in between her big tits when she wrapped her arms around his head. "Nico!" He grabbed two hands full of ample ass and squeezed hard in greeting. "Ciao mi amore" he growled. "Nico how did you know I would be here? No one knows where I am. When did you arrive? How did you find me here? Where...." "Shush amore let me see you." He stared at Berry's lush cinnamon coloured body. Tugged her long cinnamon curls Then he grabbed and rolled with Berry in the damp sand under the boardwalk. He made her lay on her back where he looked onto her dark dark eyes and said "I will explain to you how i came to find you here, alone, naked, in the rain, on the beach, pleasuring yourself!" He scowled at her as he bent to take a sweet dark nipple into his mouth making Berry's honey flow again. He pulled it as he raised his head and raised a questioning eyebrow...he released the sore nipple and she wimpered..."But first....Where is Shaw? Why are you out here like this? naked and alone. I should spank you." He took the other and bit...just a little...Berry wimpered again. "I...I...he...we...we argued Nico...I came to the beach to think" Nico ran his hands down her body feeling her soft roundness and he squeezed her trimmed mound... hard..."unnnh" Berrys legs thrashed. Nico captured them and spread them wide...gazing on something he could only dream about back in Torino.. He smelled her then... he inhaled her pungent musk and could no longer hold back. "I need to taste you" was all he could say as he threw her legs up over his shoulders. settleing in to eat her pussy. He lapped. He lapped at her thighs. he refused to let any of this precious honey slide to the ground. He spread open her nether lips and licked there; he plunged his tongue deep into her sweet tunnel to scoop as much of her tangy sauce as he could. His teeth found her clit and bit; just a tiny tiny bite. When Berry moaned his name...begged for him...he had to take her...he positioned himself above her and waited, straining..."Tell me. tell me what you want. i want to hear you tell me you want me. not Shaw...tell me Berry!" She focused her glazed eyes on the man she met just an hour ago and said "Please. please...Nico now. I want you inside me now" Nico held nothing back he sank into Berry's welcoming pleasure and fucked. He stared into her face as Berry became lost again. She wrapped her legs around him while he slid in and slid out and in again... riding out the storm.

~

"Meoooower! Meooower!" Berry was startled awake by Cat's insistant whine but the warning came too late. Shaw and the rest of the search party was bearing down on them fast. "O shit" she cried awakening Nico who was snoring away from jet lag and tired from trying to find the beach she'd described in her many e-mails. Berry jumped up to find her clothes but Shaw got to them first and the rest of his friends squeezed into the small space under the boardwalk to olgle and leer. By then Nico had arisen and went to cover Berry with his trench making Shaws eyes narrow with hatred. "What are you doing Berry. Who is this?" Berry could only stare back at Shaw with an amused look and say "He's everything you are not, two minute man." Thereby stateing her freedom from Shaw. As Nico slipped his jeans and sweater on, she tied Nico's trench around her, picked up Cat and put him in the tote he emptied long ago, took Nico's offered hand and strolled past her ex-lover.
"What are you going to name that animal Amore?" "Tiffany. C'mon...lets have breakfast." Nico, Berry and Tiffany turned from the boardwalk and set out down the beach leaving Shaw with her damp clothes still in his hands, and started a new life together.

this to you. it is so ironic that we know each other at this time in our lives. It's our sexualities you know. they match. when i hear your voice, i need to sit because my legs become so weak.. and thats just after i said "hello?" and you said "hi baby"... my mouth waters, i feel the walls of me begining to swell... i smile. I say "E___" and i know that when you heard me speak your name in a voice gone husky because your essence snaked thru the phone, carresed my nipples on it's way down my back to the rounded curve of your favorite part of me and between my thighs to my favorite part of me... you have become hard.
as i sit i feel my eyelids lower to form those eyes that make you crazy when you're on top of me. don't you miss that? how you grab my hair and make me look at you while you dance within me, a slow rut... I miss it baby... thats why my knees open and close, back and forth as i tell you how the pink silk lace ensemble you sent looks on my cherry-brown skin...
i know you like that.
you need to be here instead of there. i have all this for you. I dont want, cant want anyone else.
I need you. I need you bad.
you need to hurry...
I need you now

Masturbation by ?

Renee lay in the darkened room, naked on the black velvet chaise. Black on black in black. She gave a new century look to that which was as old as the ages. Enticement She embraced the seventies phrase Black is Beautiful. Her thick, black, natural hair worn in a wild free form bush. Gold bangles adorned her wrists; gold hoops in her soft ebony lobes, a thin gold chain graced her dark chocolate hips. She had rimmed her eyleids with kohl and she must have just recently sipped some sweet red nectar of the gods because her juicy full lips belied that fact. He wanted to slip over, turn her around, and pull that sweet bottom lip of hers into his own...to taste her mouth.
She sensed his presence so she teased; as she was wont to do. She could not help it. She was a daughter of Afro-dite and Eros Jordan.
She raised her arms to lay them akimbo on the chaise above her head and arched her back so this man, she knew him not, could see her turgid nipples reach the sky. She rubbed her thighs together slowly. She rolled her body from side to side as she did so. Every movement was slow, deliberate, for him.
But now...now she was the victim in her own game for her juices now graced her inner thighs and her Majesty, the royal pinkness of Renee, was peeking from her soft, dark dark brown, petals. Renee, tired of teasing was now in a serious state of need. She lay back and bent her knees, the soles of her feet flat on the velvet chaise. She let her thighs fall open... wide. She turned her face to him; staring at him with large luminous eyes while she plucked her bud to full attention for him...
"Hey where are you? Where you at man?" He ran to the door but not before taking one last backward glance; to be rewarded with the vision of Renee blowing him a kiss good bye as she brought her self to completion.
Joe had never cried before in his life...

deep passion by merrill robinson

THE RAINY RAINY DAY

Savat sat on the dirt floor then leaned on the terra cotta brick wall under the aged wooden deck to light the spliff. He drew on it, inhaling in his Hoover Vacuum way. Like he was playng with a clit. The stanky, skunky, essence of ganja oozed and licked the cozy space before swirling thru the dampened nooks and crannies in the old wood to mix with the steady very early morning rain. The few stray drops that managed to make it's way to his face, chest, thighs, big toe felt good...
"Tiffy! c'mon Tiffany! Kitty kitty!"
He loved the new tenant's voice. Her accent. He liked to hear say "kitty". He always heard her talking to her boy but mostly to her self whenever she passed his doors. He heard her when she was in the court yard of the pretty little hacienda style building that housed their two apartments. all the rooms on both floors, even the bathrooms, had big french doors opening to the enclosed courtyard. He could tell she loved the rain. That's when she came out on her balcony; into this kind of heat and humidity. It softened her face, slanted her eyes, made her bottom lip pout. She liked to walk slow with her palms and face held up in worship. Offering herself up. Beam her up Man. When it was thundering and lightening she would open the window paned doors of what ever room she was in and sit in the door way to have her tea. Poured from a pink tea pot, into a pink cup, sometimes with a little fruited brandy on the side in a little snifter. She would nod in greeting if she saw him, then they would ignore him. Her and...
"TIFFANY! C'MON"
She stamped her foot. Savat noticed the pretty chain of gold that graced her ankle. there was worry in her sweet voice. He couldnt go to her just yet. Yank women always thought it a deerty ting if you approached wit de rude warrior flarein' up. They feel insulted, but they need to comprehend it isn't on purpose. It's a compliment.
So he sat where he was smoking and watching her as she stood in the rain calling her cat. Stupid name for a cat.
She turned her body towards his deck and sniffed the air. She snorted softly a puff of air making her negroid nostrils flare. A slightle smile at the corner of her mouth produced a dimple . She walked over to the opening of his little hideaway under the deck. Savat wondered if she realized she may as well be naked. She had on a mans undershirt and silk boxer shorts she had slept in, soddened from standing in the rain while calling her cat. He would wait. He studied her as she walked over, slow, unconciously enjoying the rain. unconciously enjoying its fall and slide down, around, between her body's... stuff.
"Hi. I'm Berry Brown. My son Danny and I moved in last week"
"Yah. Me know. I'm Savat Coudret"
He took her hand and pulled her in out of the rain and handed her the spliff.
"Thanx I need this. I'm stressed"
"Yah mon. g'wan"
Berry leaned on the soft orange terracotta wall taking a deep drag of the good stanky stanky.
Savat watched her plush, soaked body inhale the pungent smoke. He noticed her eyes studying him, just as much as his was studying her.
Her tit's were dark dark brown and her black nipples were fat and swollen, begging for Savat to suck and pull on them. decorated by wet t-shirt. he wondered if the lips of her cunt were the same colour. the edges dark, ombred into pink, shiny and slick. Good to lick. If they became friends he could tell her to drink much pineapple juice. Then if they became lovers he would tell her how it made her cunt smell like fruit of the gods and taste like the honeyed and gingered sweet-meats of the goddesses. He wondered how fast it would take to get her wet. he thought she was wet already. She was all ready....
"cute gasp"
Berry's eyes widened as she watched Savat's penis thicken and slither under his baggie boxers across to the other side of his lap. When she lifted her eyes to his she was bemused. His wry grin and quick shoulder shrug told her he wasnt apologizing for nuthin'. Nature happens.
"Have you seen my cat?" she was able to say.
no pun intended they thought.
"Yah mon. upstairs on de deck him. under the lean to me built for him when it rain"
"Meower"
"She looked up at Tiffany's call then turn to face Savat.
"You knew where my cat was all along!" .
When she went to him to confront him he grabbed around her waist and fell backwards, she on top of him. Berry could not help herself, her emotions were running high, she found her cat, it was raining, she was in heat... she allowed her pussy to grind once,on his cock. He grabbed her wet curls and pulled her in for a tongue tying kiss and ground back. He raised his head to look into her sloe -eyed pretty face. Satisfied, he told her...
"Welcum to de islan Berre Brown. Yah know heere in Portlan it rain tree, four time a week. Yah mon"

APPOINTMENT WITH THE DOCTOR

"So many lives are scarred or malformed because of the damage done to them by someone else. These reformations play themselves out in deep psychological ways. If one were to examine psychology and psychiatry, what are they but ways to help us crystallize for ourselve what our needs are? How we as individuals satisfy those needs is reflected in our day to day coping with living our lives and how adjusted we are to that coping" *
"So you're telling me that because someone did something to me in my past I dealt with it by acting in this manner?"
"Could be. Want to talk about it?"
"Talk about what? My mom and Dad did me no wrong. I've had a good life, all my life"
"Are you sure? Tell me then, why are you here?
"Because ..."
The psychologist waited.
"You are required by law to not repeat what your patients tell you; right?"
He nodded
I was hot, uncomfortable, so I rose to take my jacket off. I walked around, pacing a little, fanning myself. I saw the doctors eyes follow the trickle of sweat to the V of my open collared blouse. I gave him a little smile.
"It's warm in here." fanning
"Really? Do you want me to turn down the heat?"
"That wouldn't help doctor" fanning, sweating
"So... Is this part of the reason why you made this appointment? Im a Psych..."
"I know what you are doctor." I removed my blouse and moved to stand in front of him. I leaned forward so that my full breasts touched his face. I straddled his knees and slid my skirt up over my ass and sat. I cupped my breasts in my hands and lifted them... an offering. "You are first and foremost a man" I ground these words into his pelvis and recieved proof of my statement.
"Mrs Brown... this is..."
I stuffed a big breast into his mouth to shut him up.
"Let me tell you why I am here Doctor." I said this as I rose a bit to unzip him and fit the head of his cock to my vagina, sliding it home. My honey was oozing copius amounts thereby making the Doctors cock start thinking on it's own. As I talked, I fucked him. slow.
"As I told you. Mom and Dad provided me with a good life. I was an only child and my parents made me want for nothing. They took good care of me. making sure I was healthy. mmm Doctor... yes.. yes... just like that."
breathlessly i continued.
"Every six months I was sent to the dentist and I was always seen by the pediatrician when ever I coughed." I let my pussy grind circles around his cock. I lifted my ass and slid up and down on it real slow. Good exercise for the thighs. my pussy was making those sucking sounds and he was groaning, trying to not enjoy what I was doing to him.
"Please doctor, try to listen. The hour is almost up. When I turned twelve it was time for me to learn about being a woman. Mom was never one to talk about that stuff but she had no problem sending me to a yet another doctor. A doctor like you sir. A psychologist."
Now I was fucking him hard. I sat on his lap and wrapped my arms around his head, his face mushed into my big tits. I slid back and forth on his dick, I threw my head back and howled my release with my last confession and I rode him home.
"The doctor taught me everything I had to know about being a woman. See? see what I have learned"
We both came. Our sex, smell, juices, was all over the place.
"He looked at me for a long time before saying. "Mrs Brown I cannot continue to be your doctor. This behaviour is not at all professional. I can lose my career over this! I will recommend another Doctor for you. A woman doctor perhaps"
I climbed from his lap and reached for the box of tissues that every Psychologist and Psychiatrist in the world keep close at hand. As I wiped myself clean I told him
"Doctor, the Doctor that taught me everything I know about being a woman, is a woman."
I took the card and walked out. I had to hurry. I had an appointment with my new Gynocologist in an hour.

*The beginning quote is from another's writing that has nothing to do with my story. I asked and was given permission to use it. ~ Baie DeNoir

IN DANNYS MIND

“Heaven is in my mind. I put it together; construct it like the hells in which I’ve lived out of wishes, prayers, ideas, out of voice, motion, tears…” *

"what? Berry. ...guurl...what is the matter witchyo son? Why e pacin back and forth like dat? Mumblin somethin bout Heaven. What e know bout heaven crazy as he is?"

"I'm not crazy Miss Pam. I am autistic. If you were intelligent enough to understand that then maybe you wouldn't be so rude"
Berry had a hard time keeping her laughter in check. Then she thot "What the hell...fuck this bitch" and let loose her hearty laughter until tears ran down her face. Pam didnt need to know that this was a way to let the real tears flow; the ones that Berry kept hidden deep down inside; the ones that came out big and fat because they were swollen with hurt, worry, and grief. She slowed her laughter to just short of hysteria and leaned on her work table wiping her face.
"Wooo Pam...I guess my crazy son told you... now didnt he?"

"I heard he was in special ed and he has to have an aide with him to keep him in all his classes and anyway he shouldn't be talking to his elders like dat"

"You were being mean and nasty Pam. Treating him just like the kids in school do. You grown. You should know better. All Danny did was tell you the bald face truth and you know it. He checked you and he checked you good. Now gimme my money and get outta my house you disrespectful bitch"

Showdown...

After the 35 second staredown Pam lowered her eyes, cleared her throat and reached for the embellished jeans that took Berry a full week to do.

"Um...I have half and i was gonna get the rest to you on payday this Friday. Izzat okay?"

"Sure" Berry said as she snatched the jeans back. "Just let me get my sharp shears here" Pam watched in horror as Berry placed the point of her scissors in the middle of the waist band as if to slice the jeans right down the middle
.
"Gurl stop! Is you cr...uh...what is you doin' ?"
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"You have half the money, so I'm going to give you your moneys worth...or is there some other decision you want to make?"

A shorter staredown this time. Pam made an abrupt about face, stalked to the door and said without turning around "I'll be back on Friday" and slammed it on her way out.

Danny walked back into the room talking, chuckling and laughing to him self. Berry knew that was his way of dealing with a situation he couldnt grasp.

"Was I wrong? Was that my fault? Is she mad at me?" pacing pacing across and back back and across laughing laughing Danny stops to finger her eyelashes, something he's done from the time he was able to reach out and touch. At 17 years old he was still showing his beloved mother this unique expression of affection. Danny stopped for a minute to look in her eyes. Berry looks back in his and wonders for the zillionth time "was there something i did or didnt do? He doesnt deserve to be this way."

"No sweetie, Miss Pam is just what I said, mean and nasty and you did just like I tought you. You said the words exactly right."

Danny said "I can't think of quick comebacks."

"I know Danny-O. You did perfect. When anyone calls you crazy or retard you set them straight and let them know about them selves."
"O... OK ..Mom?" Berry waited until the words straightned themselves out in his brain so he could say the right ones. It took her years to understand what Danny was trying to say when he wanted to tell her that he didnt like ice in his cold drinks. He asked her what do you call a drink with out ice in it? "um... room temperature?" So Danny with all faith in his mom, constantly ordered his drinks at room temp. Until he learned enough on his own to say that he didnt like ice because it watered down his drinks, not because it made them cold.

"Mom? is.. is Heaven like hell?"

"Awwwman" Berry thought "he's getting ready to ask me something deep and philosophical again"
"No Danny, hell is the total opposite of Heaven. Why do you ask?"

"Because when you listen to that one poetry album with those... those... French women ...this girl ... this girl goes 'Heaven is in my mind. I put it together; construct it like the hells in which I’ve lived out of wishes, prayers, ideas, out of voice, motion, tears'* what's she saying that for?"

Berry was always astounded by his idetic memory. She just bought that cd yesterday! He could remember practically everything he read and heard and he could perfectly mimic any sound he heard. He just did both voices, the part where the woman calls and the man answers in the poem, in perfect time...he didnt even notice. "Danny do you know how brilliant you are?"

"yeah"

"okay Danny-O it sounds to me like the only way she can think of heaven is thru the trials she has gone thru in her life. I think she is telling those that opress that they cannot make her as they want her to be. her world will be shaped for the better by learning from whatever they have put her through. Do you understand what i am saying?"

"Yeah, the government wants to keep her poor, her man wants to keep her down, her mom and dad want her to take a job where she will be secure and she's telling them she might not wanna do it their way and Miss Pam can't try to cheat you out of the money she owes you. You did Solomon on her." laugh laugh "thats from the Bible." turn pace laugh laugh laugh "Solomon she did solomon... on ... she did solomon..." push against the wall pace pace pace push again push again push again exit, stage right.

Heaven is in my mind. I put it together; construct it like the hells in which I’ve lived out of wishes, prayers, ideas, out of voice, motion, tears' *

Berry shakes her head as her son turns her favorite poetry into a rap song and he walks back to his room. "He's going to be alright" she tells her cat Tiffany. Meoooower!

* poetry by Les Nubians

I AM ALIVE SO I WILL LIVE

How many times have I heard "Tomorrow is not promised"

I'm going

But what if you become ill?

Then i will be ill there instead of being ill here.

But what about...

I'm going. Look maybe when i walk outta here to get in my car and leave, something will happen to keep me here. Will you be happy then?

Don't be so maudlin.

Im not. you are. you want me to stay home and be careful. walk softly. take my meds drink chicken soup and "here put this crocheted afghan that my great great grandma made around your shoulders, pull up a rocking chair look at Judge Judy and The Price is Right while you're waiting to die." You want to kill me.

How can you say that! I love you! I care about You!

I know you do my darling. I know you do. But your hovering makes me more ill. it makes me want to go to my room lock the door make a fake body out of the pillows, cover it up, sneak out the window. climb down the mulberry tree and run away...... you dont even want to make love to me anymore.

I'm afraid i will hurt you.

I know. I'm going. If you keep trying to take away my peace i will go somewhere else to die. You cannot stop the inevitable my love. I love you. Loving you is a part of me that will never die. You know how I think. You know I am not afraid of what is to be. I will be back before it happens. I will be back and I will crawl into the bed and you can pull those hot covers up under my chin and you can spoon feed me that nasty ass chicken soup while we talk about the time we met under the pear tree and made love right then and there in the dark...but until then I am going to live because I am alive!

But... what about me?

White Trash by Leanne Cole

A Story Written For Christophers 'Devil's Advocate' Challenge
(disclaimer) per Chistopers rules of competition, my beliefs lie in equality for all and are opposite of this story.
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A tale of what some would dare to call reverse discrimination

"Dey stupid! dey know dey caint be out after dark whyte as dey iz!" Duecy cackled. "I think we hurt one of em tho. She wuzn't movin' afterwards. Her eyes wuz open." Lil Petey said quietly. "Whut you gettin' scared fo man? tsk She only a cracka. C'mon man. I'm starved after alladat Lets go down to Roscoes." LIl Petey wiped the rest of the blood from his hands onto the grass. they stroll to Roscoes for some chicken and waffles in a good mood. "Dat shit wuz all good wuzn't man? hee hee"
Lily Whyte stared in horror over at JenniferRose and knew she had died long before Duecy and Lil Petey were finished with them.. She looked down at her little sisters hand still grasping the inhaler. ready to shoot. inhale. breathe. "I'm Sorry JenniferRose! I'm so sorry!"
Footsteps. Slowing. Then running away... Footsteps from the opposite direction "What time is it Hun? Hun? What're you...Oh my...Are her legs broken? EW! I think the other one is dead! C'mon Hun step away ! Lets get outta here. We shouldnt have come out! I knew it! I knew it!" "But Darling she's a whyte girl we gotta help our own." "Come on i said! it's dark we just should have stayed in our own area" Hun and Darling scurried on home, across the tracks, down the alleys to the flats where they dwelled quietly in fear, resentment and hatred with the rest of the Whytes.
Uptown at Drucillas Jazz Joint a few locals of the thriving, bustleing, chocolate City of Blaqueington, were discussing how best to deal with the town embarrassment of Whyteville during the Blaque Citizens Convention. "This will be better than having the Olympics here" Mrs. Blaque said "You! Girl bring my drink here and lift your head. You do NOT want to get that limp lanky hair in it or it will be your job" Mrs Blaque leaned into Mrs. Browne and said not quietly "I hate being around them but what is one to do? We need service." Mrs Browne leaned back and said loudly "You know they all smell like wet dogs" "And have no ass!" a man yelled out. Everyone in the room howeled "And the food they eat!" ..."they all look alike!" .... the pale little waitress went back to her post.
"have you come to help?" Lily said to the young whyte boy leaning over her. "yeah. I'm gonna help myself to what you got in that bag" he said as he grabbed it and ran away with her mom's medicine. That was why she had to be out in the dark; to get her moms meds. Her mom probably called the police. Why was it taking so long? But she knew why. The only way you could get the police to come to Whyteville was to call and say "Theres a Whyte man beating up a Blaque woman!" It was almost daylight. The safe time. For the last time Lily Whyte wondered if her mom remembered to call the police....for the last time Lily Whyte shed a tear.
two down..
the only good whytee is a dead Whytee

~THAT SMELL~

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"Talooooo - laa. wake up!" Taloola's big green eyes snapped open. Her eyebrows came together in puzzlement. "That smell again" she murmured sleepily. She laid there trying to discern this peculiar, mesmerizing smell. Her eyes close. she dreams. the smell is stronger. it coalesces and spirals into her. Taloola immediately arches her back, "uhnnh", becomes wide awake, and sits up.
"I think I just had a wet dream!"
"What did you say?" her roomate called out.
"I said... nevermind. Lizzy do you smell that"
She walked into Taloola's room and sniffed "smell what?"
"That incredible smell. I cant describe it. Don't you smell it?"
"I don't smell anything but your funky breath." Lizzy stated and walked back to her own room.
Taloola went thru her morning ritual trying to figure out what happened to her. And that smell. It was so.... spicy? So good. She dressed in her red Norma Kamali wrap dress, black patent pumps, finger combed her bright red hair, and grabbed her portfolio and trench on her way out. She decided to walk the half mile to her office/studio. Even though it was a cloudy day she was feeling good about her self. Her good mood spilled from the sweet smile she carried on her lovely and peaceful face. The smell, not totally forgotten, but pushed back for a time as she went about the business of her day.
"Yessir Mr. Mason I have that right here for you..." Taloola amazed even herself as she showed Mason her interior designs for his twelve room home. She was astounded when after she described what she would like to do to his twelve rooms, he said "This is perfect. All of it. Were do I sign? Now she was sitting in the bosses office amidst applause, pats on the back, and kudos beause she single handedly aced the two hundred thousand dollar contract. Taloola took a minute to get away from the crowd and the noise so she could quietly take in just what had happened. She spoke fluidly and looked this man straight in the eye and convinced him that he could not live without her design for his home.
"I've never done anything like that. i was so good in there! I could do no wrong!" she said to herself "What happened to me in there?"
"I happened to you" the faintest of whispers. a hint of that smell. Something made Taloola look out of her window, there, across the street ...gone...


Suppertime couldn't come fast enough. " Lizzy I'm telling you, all day things were going my way! The office loves me! We needed that contract so badly. Joseph was a no show! He NEVER does that! no one knows what happened to him because they all expected him to be the one Mason would want, but when he didnt show up, I showed him my own stuff and he loved it!
"Lizzy said nothing. She just stared at Taloola in awe.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" She handed Taloola a mirror"Oh... my..." Taloola's face was radiant. Her eyes glistened. Golden flecks swimming in vibrant green. her skin was flawless. her lips full, swollen and very pink. Her cheeks had a becoming blush to them."You look like you just had the best orgasm of your life"
Male laughter, deep, lyrical... gone
"Did you hear that?"
"Dont start that again Taloola. This morning it was a smell and now..."
"I know what I smelled and heard Lizzie!" Taloola was starting to feel concern.. She ran to the window and saw a tall shape striding, no, gliding! away. By the time she ran to the door and out to the street, he was of course, gone. She came back inside and sat.
"Are you going to tell me you didnt see a man looking in the window?"
"I didn't Looie. I'm going to make you some tea. You lay down and rest"


"Looie. It suits you You will be Looie"
She came awake instantly, her eyes searching the room in the waning light. "Lizzie? Lizzie are you here? did you say something?" But there was no answer. Taloola was alone in the apartment. She shook it off . "must've been dreaming again" She went into the kitchen and there she saw a note that Lizzie left for her on the refrigerator.
Looie, I tried to wake you up but you were dead to the world. The most amzing thing happened while you were asleep. I won tix to The Lion king when i called in on the radio! I was tenth caller! I caught the train downtown to pick them up at the station. I 'll be back in a few hours. Love ya., Lizzie
She opened the refrigerator door to get the pitcher of lemonade. When she reached into the cupboard for a glass the smell assailed her senses. She couldn't take it. The heavenly smell wrapped itself round her body and cushioned her fall to the floor. someone picked her up and placed her back on her feet. She thought she dropped the pitcher of lemonade but somehow it was on the table sitting next to the glass from the cupboard.
"Open your eyes Looie" that voice. deep. lyrical. that smell...
"Open them" That smell. inside her. laying claim to her...
Looie opened her eyes and focused on him
"My Goodness you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen!"
The beautiful man in front of her laughed his glorious laugh and opened his arms to her "Sweet Looie. You are mine. You are for me and I have come for you" His cloak slipped from his shoulders. The smell held her. Enthralled, she watched as he held open his robes. An appendage wound sinuously towards her sniffed at her. And another, wound itself under her dress and touched at her, tasted her skin. She watched as his skin began to gleam, his eyes were begining to glisten.
"Come Looie" She moved closer to him and he wrapped her in his cloak with him. The smell coalesced , shimmered, to pick them up, swirling around, and they were ... gone.

In the locality of Gramaneri, many men of differing ages, owing to the dearth of women, often maintained sexual relations with one single woman. This curious illustration shows a group of males, all sexually aroused, paying attention to a single woman who is laying back in the ?open? position. Two elderly men.

~Berry and the Garden of Earthy Delights~

My name is Berry Wren. My last name aint important because my mama said that's who HE is. She said that my having his name was only a thing of pride for him. She said I am Berry Wren because I was born on the path by the blackberry bushes in the woods. She said she was reaching for a big fat blackest of black berry when her water broke and I insisted on being born right then. As I was being born, as I made my way down, into, thru, her tunnel, she shout out my being. She shout as loud as she could..to testify my being..presenting me to the world as I was being birthed. She was on the ground, on the path, next to the blackberry bush and she spied the crushed berry in her palm. "Berry!" she gasped out. A defiant wren plucking another big berry from the bush even when the others flew, frightened by my mama's loud cries, looked my mama in the eye. "Wren!". The bird flew. My mama shout with all her heart. "BERRY WREN! BORN IN THE BUSH! ON A PATH SHE KNOWS WELL! SHE IS STRONG! PASSIONATE! (pant) WISE! (pant pant) SWIFT! (gasp) SHE WILL LIVE! SHE (gasp) WILL (gasp gasp) INSIST ON IT!" Then my mama passed out. But all who ran to her aid when they heard her shouts knew who I was; knew how I would be like that defiant wren, who insisted on having that last big berry.
She never told them how she knew I was gonna be a gurl tho.

Part 2 of Berry and the Garden of Earthy Delights

The garden was mine now. The path long overgrown and the blackberries still grew but the bushes were wild, tangled; much like my hair these days...but I liked my hair this way. Mama wore her hair the same way. Mama has long gone to her reward and as she lay dying she told me "You are as I cried out. You won't be able to change" then she closed her earthly eyes for good She was right you know. I can't help my passion. It is as strong as the rest of me.
The man has followed me again. I sense him. Even as I turn my back to him, my body awakens, becomes aware, because it know his footsteps, here in the garden. He knew I would be naked...he watches for it. I hate him. I hate that he knows me. I turn and face him to vehemently hiss
"This is MY garden "
I dont care that I am naked.
"I come here to commune with my world, to feel and to be. You are the intruder here."
He stares into my eyes as he reaches for my breasts. I try to pull back but he is pinching my nipples, refusing to let go as he stares...always staring. When I see him in town he stares. When I carry my baskets of berries to market he is there, staring at my breasts, scorching my nipples with his heated looks.
"Berry Wren. Who refuses to use her Daddy's name. Look at you. You are now as you were then. Naked as the day you were born, in the garden you were born in. The garden where you were made."
His words shocked me and he stilled my questions with a hard kiss that forced my lips to open to his plundering tongue. He reached down and rubbed at my pussy with his long long fingers. I broke free and turned to run but he simply followed me and within three long strides I was back in his arms and he was forcing me to the ground. He raised a knee to force my legs apart, while his fierce kiss kept me from crying out. His fingers found my clit and plucked, and rubbed until my honey ran for him. He chuckled at how my body betrayed itself for him and this angered me even more...but...he never stopped. He suckled and nibbled on my nipples making them grow large for him. His fingers explored my swollen pussy, pulled at my engorged clit, dipped inside my tunnel to encourage it to grab hungrily at his sweet sweet fingers.
I moaned for him
I held my tit's for him to bite.
I spread for him.
I am his.
I hate him.
He turned me over in his arms so that my ass was facing him. So that his fingers could explore there. To make me want to give that part of me to him too. He placed me on my hands and knees and gently pushed my shoulders down so that my tits lay flat against the ground. My ass up... in the air...then he gave me a searing lick the whole length of my cunt and ass. I shivered for him...waited for what he would do next.
but there was nothing.
nothing.
I looked around and he was making his way back down the path!
Before he was out of my sight, the wind carried his voice back to me
"We will meet again Berry Wren"
While I stared at his disappearing back I rubbed my aching clit until I gasped my release.
I wondered how he knew I was concieved here in the bush, on the path, next to the garden.
I didnt even know that!
I wondered who he was and how he knew me.
I wondered how could I let him do all those delicious things to me
chirp
a wren on the ground, at my side, looked me in the eye before he flew.
there, next to my hand, lay a large ripe blackberry
Then it hit me...
Wrens only eat insects...
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It's been a year now and I cannot forget how that man came upon me in my garden. He took advantage of my nudity. He sucked until my nipples distended, lengthened, and then he pinched them hard. I loved it dammit! I loved what he did to me. He forced me to my knees and made me rear my ass in the air for him. I was open to him and he could see all that I was. He saw me pulsate... for him. I could feel his eyes. I felt them travel the length of my thighs watching rivulets of me crawling down them. For him...
Then. Then... I felt his tongue on my clit, and in a slow sweep he licked all my juices running his tongue all the way up to dip, just once, into my ass...
before he took his leave.
He said we would meet again. Is that why I've refused to travel anywhere else? Is that why I have worked hard to clean up my garden, pruning, cutting back, fertilizing, growing? My fruits and berries are the largest, sweetest, juciest of anyone anywhere. Ha! People have traveled over 50 miles to sample "Berry's Berries"! I'm famous; but...there's always something. Something on the edge of my mind I cannot grasp. When I take my fruits and berries to the market I try keep my eyes from darting to the shadows and edges... looking for that constant stare. That secret smile.
And the wrens? I remember Mama loved them so. She was always makin' those bird houses out of plastic cut-down milk bottles. littering up the land. And not just a few! She made at least 200 that she hung in the shadowy places in the the trees in the garden. Her garden. her garden in the bush. Tellin' me some shit about how the male wren builds several nests and then he finds a mate and brings her to each one to let her pick where they gonna raise their family. And then I would just twist my lips in disgust and ask her "Why cant you at least like a pretty bird Mama? like a blue jay or a cardinal? Wrens are so little and plain ole brown!" Thinking about Mama makes me chuckle. She would put her hands on her hips, after pushing that wild hair from her face, become as disgusted as I and tell me "You don't know what I know Miss Berry Wren. I'm tryin' to teach yo lil' smart ass somthing about this land. This garden in par-tick-u-lerrr!" Then the wrens, and there were always a horde of them around, would start chirping and singing like crazy as if to say "testify Gurl! We gotchyo Back!" I wish I would have listened to her more though. Out of respect and love for her I bought about a hundred of those little wooden unpainted bird houses at the craft store and painted each one with bright designs and hung them in the trees while the landscapers cleaned up the garden for my business. They were all filled and I had to go get more. So many wrens. At least the worms, beetles, and all the other insects that could ruin her garden were kept a bay by these little insectivores. I think I have come to love these plain little birds. Especially that one that likes to hang around me. He's cute the way he just stares...I look at the wren real quick like and he IS staring!.. "Shoo" ..He stares. I throw the bird house I am working on at him.. "GET".. He hops a few bird feet to the left, looks me in the eye, then flies to a near by tree to resume staring. Now this is just weird. I remember Mama was always talking to the wrens as if they were old friends, she could tell many of them apart and she even named some of them. And they were all men's names!
Now I am spooked and it is almost suppertime so Im just gonna go...
"Berry. Berry Wren. made in this garden. born in this garden. where her Mama shouted out her being there on the path next to the blackberry bush."
He took my hand, turned it palm up and there he placed a blackest of black berry. It crushed in my hand as I tried to turn and run, but he had my wrist and it was no effort at all for him to pull me into his embrace. He kissed me; sweetly this time. Nibbled my lobe as he ripped my tee from my body. Still I struggled. I wasn't going to let it be like the last time.
"I am Berry! This is MY garden"
He forced the palm with the crushed berry close to my mouth and said "Partake of your garden. It will give you strength, uncommon vigor, acceptance, much, much willingness (a slight secret smile)...it will sweeten your juices and keep them swift."
I could not move my hand away. I licked the mangled berry from my palm, thrilled by the not unpleasant electric like shock that immediately made my tongue snake out to lick my hand clean. I felt my body integrate with the hum of life all around me. I was one with the land. I knew. I knew the path. Mama cried out that I would.
I wanted to ask questions. A million questions! but I couldnt. My body wouldnt allow it. I did not need his pinches, his suckles, my nipples were reaching out to him on their own, tender, sore, needing.
My cunt ... I had to rip my skirt away to grab at it. To assuage the ache, the throbs, the pumping, pushing my cum over the edge. It poured down my legs . I walked to him still rubbing my pussy, my furnace. I placed my free hand on his chest (i refused to let go of my clit) and looked up at him.
"Help. Help me. You... you are...
"I am called Wren"
Then he Grabbed my tits and sucked hard, pulling his head back as far as he could to make my nipple stretch, it hurt. He wouldnt let go even while he undressed. It felt so good. he was loosening the earth of me. tilling my soil so he could plow me and plant his seed. I felt my self floating backward to the path. I looked around. We were on the ground by the lillys. I could smell them. So lovely. I could smell the earthworms. the ones in the ground. I could hear the wasps in that tree overhead, I heard the ants crawling in their hill. I heard the wrens. Wren. He said his name is Wren. He was naked and on his knees his long supple fingers were playing stacatto on my tit's and nipples like a harpists. Then he turned toward my pussy, his ass facing me so that i could see his balls dangling there, i reached out and cupped them, weighed them, I wanted them in my mouth. As if he read my mind he swung a leg over my head and there we were, on the path, next to the lillys, in the bush. He was rubbing is face in my soaked cunt and I rubbed mine in his balls in return. The birds. no. the wrens. I could hear them. They were loud. I could hear them all around us. He is sucking, licking, scooping out my honey with the curve of his tongue. I can hear him swallow. I cant get enough of him. I suckle the right one. I want the left one. I need them . I nuzzle at his nutsac to manuver the sweet globes and am rewarded when my mouth is filled with them. The wrens... so close. so loud. I am ready to cum. He realizes this and quickly turns around to place me on my knees and push my face to the ground. My ass up for him, he does that clit to ass lick again then before I can make a move, before i can cum he kneels behind me and rams into me. He slams it in, he pulls it out slow, slams it, pulls it slow, slams. slams again. slam. slam. slam. slam. slam. slam. The birds. a cacophony. I scream with the release. I feel my juice rush to cream all over his cock. my pussy muscles grabbing, sqeezing. he roars his release. flooding me. rushing into my womb. seeking. seeking.
I'm still. my ass is still in the air my head turned to the right and resting on my hands. our mingled creams sliding down my thighs. chirping, chirping. bird song. close. very close. But it is a welcome sound. It feels like a family celebration of sorts.
something deep inside me wants to become wary of that feeling. A red flag? But Wren has produced a handful of black berries for me. I hadn't had supper and after that bout of fucking i am ravenous. He motions for me to stay in that position and he sits cross legged in front of me to feed me. I don't mind. I am focusing on that sensation from the berries again, but it is ten times stronger. I wave my ass from side to side. I cant keep still. I look at him as I chew the last berry and see him looking up and behind me.
Someone else has entered me. I don't mind. Wren has grabbed my nipples and begun pinching and squeezing. such a sensation. I match my rythym to my unknown fucker. Wren leans back and slides his cock to my mouth and I wrap my lips around it hungrily. I lap at his balls. run my tongue up his shaft so the tip of it can seek that opening and wiggle there a little bit. fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck. birds loud. are they cheering? fuck. fuck. Wren smiles at whoever is fucking me and says
"Here Wren, lemme open that up for you."
Then he reaches behind me with both hands and spreads my cunt farther apart, deep fuck. deeper. Oh Yeah thats good. deeper. squish.
"Did... did... did you call him Wren?" Oh my ...damn thats so good! I need to press my ass into his cock and grind hard. Wren places his cock back in my mouth, he is pulling my nipples again, hard. My unknown fucker and I are slaming into each other. He has reached around to diddle my clit while he is fucking me. He doesnt wait for me to cum. I feel the flood. I cannot maintain this position and I fall down. my face in Wrens lap and the other Wren has pulled out of me and standing there with a satisfied grin on his face rubbing his cock. I stand. I still need to cum. I pluck at my engorged clit then I feel a hand on my shoulder turning me around to face him.
"Are you another Wren?"
He nods then picks me up in his harms and I wrap my legs around him, but not before he has entered me and grabbed my ass to support me while he is humping violently fast. in and out of me. I don't mind, I like it.
While the third Wren is fucking me, my first Wren comes up behind me and slides his cock into my anus.
"Ahhhhh yeah! Damn that feels so goood" I cum all over us. it is pouring, My pussy and ass are being reamed out and I only want more. damn the pain.
While the Wrens are fucking me, the second Wren is leaning on a tree. watching us and masturbating. I open my eyes to see three more Wrens coming up the path. I hear a bird call. I turn towards the sound and there are eight more Wrens coming through the trees.
My first Wren has just shot a hot stream into my ass and he stays there (while the third Wren is still rutting) to tell me of my Mama.
and her Mama. and yes all the Mama's.
This land will always belong to us. We will always take care of the Wrens and Our Daddys are not our Daddys..
First Wren pulled out of my ass but his cock was still hard. The third Wren finished. The fourth and fifth Wren began to fight over who was next, so the sixth Wren bent me over and started fucking me nice and slow while he hooted at the ones fighting and slapped my ass a couple times. The second Wren came back over to me and put his cock in my mouth. The others had reached me by then and crowded around gabbing a pinch here. a bite there. reaching under me to pull at my dangling tits. I had a cock in each hand.
My first Wren continued to explain.
This mating to make the Chatelaine of the Garden takes place every thirty or forty years. About five years after an exsisting Chatelaine dies. Your Mama, although she was married, took our seed just as you are now.
"You Berry Wren will be the vessel for all our seed"
I smiled around second Wren's cock and it sounded like I said
"I don't mind"
Then as Second Wren shot his cum into my mouth, i swallowed, swallowed, swollowed.
Sixth Wren finally rammed then ground into my ass while he planted his seed.
First Wren smiled and tugged my nipples playfully. They placed me up on a picnic table with my ass, again up in the air, and took turns licking and sucking my pussy. Anointing it.
Playing with it
drinking it, adoring it.
"Will I ever get to do this again?"
They all laughed and he said "only if you dont concieve"
We lay on the path. I was riding Four's cock but Five came in behind me and fucked my ass. After Four's cum raced through my tunnel, they switched places so that I could recieve Fives seed.
And so it went until I had been thouroughly fucked by what? fourteen? Wrens that had come to be human for a short time to secure their small empire. The Garden.
"I didn't mind"
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Exactly nine months later. I am standing by the lillies when my water breaks and pain stabs my lower belly. My daughter wants to be born. I fall to my knees tearing a flower from the plant in my descent. I look at it.
"Lilly!" I gasp out...loud as I can.
a bird flies to the ground beside me. looking me in the eye
"Wrennnnn!""
I feel my daughter moving down, into, thru, my tunnel. As I bore her I shouted out her being.


Except I didnt forget to say she will love the Wrens.....

Finis

Baie

~remember?~

"Remember that night we met? Your boy was tryin to get with my gurl. Remember you showed me where the bathroom was when we went to y'alls apartment in Shadyside? Member dat Baby? We had left the concert at Carnegie Hall in Oakland. And she wanted to stop there to see this boy. I had on that black silk halter dress with the little white polkadots. and those red silk platform shoes. those little teeny tiny red panties underneath. Member how you kept starin at my tittys? They was big and bouncy back then. When I had to go pee I asked you where the bathroom was. You took me upstairs and told me that there was no lights up there and the only light was the hall one. I knew you was lyin'. I had to leave the door open so i could see. You pretended to go round the corner but i knew you was lookin'. When I cleaned up a little at the sink afterwards, you was standin right there. You said you liked how my naked ass looked while i was bent over the sink. Then you turned my back to you and you made me grab hold of the sink so that I'd bend over a bit. I didnt even know that you had untied my halter til i felt your fingers pinching my nipples. That felt so good. I liked that. you pinched them hard and made them big and fat. Member how you slid down the back of me real slow and rubbed your face all over my ass? That shocked the heck out of me but it felt so good! and you kept kissing me all over my butt and then you slid your finger up in my pussy.Remember how I spread my legs and wiggled into it? Member you laughed and said I was a freak? And when I said "yeah" you grabbed me around my waist and started finger fucking me from behind? You was on one knee and you was trying your hardest to look up in my cunt. So I reached back and spread it wider for you. Remember honey? You was fucking me hard with your fingers and I came for you and you started licking the cum that was pouring down my legs. Then you pulled me down on the floor on all fours and fucked the livin shit outta me? member how you made my pussy cream all over your cock? Member sweetie.?"
She looked over at Howard who had fallen asleep with a big toothless grin on his face. Drooling happily. She walked over to him, cleaned his face, adjusted his tubes, covered him with the antique afghan. She tried to retrieve the old faded red panties from his gnarled fingers but he held fast to them; even while sleeping. She smiled then kissed him on the cheek and said "Happy sixtieth anniversary Baby. I love you."
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~if you could see what i see~

if you could see what I see
tell me what would you do?
would you grab my hips,
and pull me down
to sweeten your lips,
with my
wet and streaming dew?
or would your tongue strain to touch,
then delve within?
lolling in the slick pink folds;
slide slowly out
then dart back in?
or would you just lay flat
and inhale my pungent heat
hovering over
your handsome face;
your smile teasing me silently
to let me know my place?
if you could see what i see,
as i am squatting
over this mirror,
i think your cock would rise
to greet, then take,
my sweet and plump
posterior.
~
Baie
11:20 p.m.
May 5, 2007

~MISTRESS B~

So weakened she was; and yet she managed a wan smile at my entrance to her rooms. She was happy to see me! I hurried to her side careful to not spill one drop if the medicined water in the pretty blue enameled basin she favoured. I fell to my knees as my heart was washed in agony at seeing my queen in such a state. I was proud of her. I reveled in the humbling of her very presence. I adored her. "Cookie" she whispered and laid a hand on my head to caress the forelock that always tumbled into my eyes "Shhh Mistress. Please rest. close your eyes and let me bathe these wounds free of pain and infection. They are filling the tubs now with hot water and herbs for your soak." I allowed my self a secret smile. She called me Cookie because she could not pronounce my middle eastern name. I adored the word as it fell from her lips one more time as she released herself in deep trust to my care. I crooned to her while I dabbed at bloody, ripped flesh. At least she did not have to be sewed back together... this time. She dozed. She opened her eyes a half hour later to my soft murmurs and nibbles on and in her delicate little ears. "Come Mistress" I whispered "Awaken. It is time for you to soak. And please be aware that the water must be very hot. The herbs have steepened and the sting will be great." She smiled that wan, smile again and my heart swelled. She trusted me. She loved me. It is true and real. She wears it just for me. I love her so. She hooked her arms around my neck and rested on my left arm while I slipped my other under her legs to carry her to the tub. A minute distance but I walked slowly to savor the feel of her dependency on me. "I am here for you loved one" I whispered I was as naked as she. I stepped into the huge tub of hot water and hissed at my burning feet. I sat and let it burn because I dared not drop my love. I leaned back so that even though she was sitting atop me and leaning on me we both were fully submerged to our necks in the near scalding water. She screamed. arched her back away from me. she fought me. Twisted and turned to be free of the burning water infused with the stinging, astringency of healing herbs. her small sharp teeth sunk into my hand to draw blood I know she didn't mean it. I loved that small measure of pain. like when she'd squeeze my balls just a little too hard. I wrapped her tight in my arms and wrapped my legs around hers to keep us locked until her frenzy abated. I released her when I felt her relax. I drew my knees up and dipped her deeper into the water so that it sloshed just under chin. i rested on the back of the tub as she lay between my thighs to let the herbs so their work. I idly poured handfuls over her face to heal the small scratches there. I washed her hair. I massaged her scalp. I crooned to her while i kneaded the ache under shoulder blades. I murmured to her of things I thought of and wrote about her... always her... in my times away from her.
"Remember Mistress? Remember when we met?" I used her disavantaged state to gain some of my own. I spoke freely, softly, cooed in her ear as she lolled in the cooling water, the crooks of her arms draped around my thighs. My cock semi hard. her nipples, semi erect. I rubbed her bites and scratches, coaxing the infectious poisons outward into the water..
"Cookie, mm hmm"
"Ah someones feeling better!" I smiled when my beautiful black cat tried to grab for my cock but the slash in the palm of her hand made it hard for her to do so. I dared not remove her hand but I appealed to her. "Not yet Mistress, please. i beg of you. I wish to see you healed. May I take care of you? Please?"
She let me massage the healing water into her palm; the gash was already half closed. I held a cup of cooled water lace with even more herbs to heal and cleanse her internally. I slipped spearmint leaves into her mouth to for her to chew. She indulged in a weak pout and said...
"Talk to me then"
*"Have I ever told you, that if I sit real still and silent, somtimes I like to think I can hear your heart beating in time with mine? Have I ever told you, that there has been times...When I have ached for you so badly, that the emotions overwhelmed me... and so I sat and cried? *... Have I ever told you, that without your commandments, I wither,... I die?"
A great splash of water in my face took me by suprise , turning my next my "have" into "HahAAAAAh cough cough cough" my mistress was healing. playing.
"You said that one two days ago!"
Restless, she was getting, but she did not make me leave. She knew she needed me. She was enjoying me. I needed her to love me. I merely looked at her. Awaiting her command. I loved when she told me what to do. She was the only one I could ever, would ever love that way. I am a man in every sense of the word. But for She, my black leopard queen, I eagerly await her every whim.
Half an hour later we lay in the same position in the filtered sunlight of the caravan tent where I massaged healing balms and unguents into her dark chocolate skin. I most enjoy when she lays on her back, legs akimbo and spread wide....
"will you accept a denuding now Mistress?"
I watched her graceful fingers dally in the glossy black tuft of her offered mound. I am blessed in that my Mistress is an exhibitionist. It pleases her to have me watch her... to stare up... and into... She. I watch her grasp succulent, pink, folds of pussy lips and spread them for me to see. I have to wonder if she realizes that our roles have reversed. Mistress is the slave now.

~THE GATE KEEPER~

It was 107 degrees and the oppression of humidity weighed heavy on us all. "It's never been like this before" I hear behind me, "people are dying" slightly to the left in front of me, "He needs to do something" a few minutes ago at the bar. I gotta be crazy to be coming out here in this heat... but I can't help it. The men were looking at me. sizing me up. wondering if they could be what i am looking for. hell they were just looking. I was safe though. They knew they could not touch me. have me. They knew I was off limits. So hot, I was. I chose to wear a white gauze dress; a simple frock that clung to my jiggles and wiggles. Something they all saw through because of my own sweet sweat. I wore nothing underneath. was too hot and too hot to care what anyone thought, what anyone said. Besides I was on a mission; i'm gonna save these peoples lives, I am the gatekeeper... and He must chose the key... I am brought out of my thoughts by a man who dares step in front of me; who dares to reach out and fondle my breasts in front of all here in the market. It feels good so I do not stop him. We both enjoy the pinching of my fat erect nipples. The stranger smiles beguilingly and wraps his arm around my shoulder to pull me close to him and pull the straps of my dress down to bare my breasts and to enjoy a good suckle. He does not hear the gasps of the people and he shrugs off the townsmen who try to pull him away from me. "Leave him be" I tell them "He is already a dead man" His sex glazed eyes look into mine, keeps him from hearing the prophecy of his inevitable future and he pulls this willing wench into the bushes to sink himself into my sex. I wrap my legs around his waist and allow him to rut for a minute, nay, two minutes, before my deadly honey flows around his engorged and enveloped cock and sends poison to his heart. "At least I send them off smiling" I think as I slide from under his inert form and continue to make my way to He who has summoned me. I climb the fifty steps to his oaken carved door. I have long outgrown the fear i had of Him. Now my fear is in Him. I was a mere woman-child of twelve springtimes when I first felt Him summon me from my bed in the third hour of the day. it was then as it is now. I cannot help it. It feels good. I feel his power inside of me; my skin plumps and glows. The walls of my gate ooze and gloss the inside of my thighs as I walk to Him. The men... they smell me. Want me. and I have to give when they want to slide themselves into my poison cunt. I can't help it. I was born to fuck and be fucked... but only by a certain few... And there stood the one I hated most. Toubob, His valet of sorts, stood at the top of the steps with his cock in his hands rubbing up, down slowly, absently while he leered at my slow approach. Of course by now he had heard of the man who dared and we both knew now that i had been defiled i could not step foot into the hallowed halls of his master. I reached the step two below the one he was standing on and he put his massive hand on the top of my head, guiding my lips to the head of his cock; swollen and purple. He held my head steady while he anointed my lips with his precum. I couldn't help it. His dick was there for me to have, taste, lick, suck. Mine for the taking and take it I did. I fell to my knees and wrapped my arms around him gripping to his buttocks with my fists and lowered my head to suckle each globe. one at a time. both at a time. lick lick lick lapping. He moved his ass backwards to fit his cock to my lips once more then rammed himself down my throat back and forth, fast and hard. He fucked my mouth until his passion was spent, which was as fast as I could swallow. He slowed, swayed, sat. Toubob, was a halfbreed orphan who would not have lived at all if it were not for Him. Toubob benefited from His gifts; he could fuck me anytime he wanted, when I was unclean and in defilement, and still live. Often he came to my door, daytime, nighttime, anytime, to have me. I needed to spread my thighs for him and he knew it. I couldn't stop myself so I would cling to him while he rutted within and chuckled with much amusement at my feeble attempts to thwart his passage. He chortled each time he made me cum and would whisper crude and nasty sentiments in my ears while he pinched my nipples painfully. I loved it. I hated him. Finally, he roused himself enough to escort me to the baths at the rear of the house where my ladies awaited me. As I descended the stairs into the perfumed and warm pool of water one of my ladies whispered to me that two more had died in the heat while I dallied with Toubob. "It is no fault of mine!" and I glared at him. "we know. so does He" and they glared at Toubob also "AHHHH" he sneered at us and laughed. "We belong to Him. They are nothing compared to us" then he rounded on me. " You!" he pointed at me. "Gatekeeper my ass! You are nothing more than a temple whore!" I know why my ladies gasped in horror. I refused to turn and watch as Toubob grabbed his throat and choked to death on his words. Thus the power of He... He hates pride. Even though I should have been, wanted to be, happy at his death, I couldn't be; He wouldn't be pleased. I stepped into the soft waters and felt them flow and crawl all over me. It flowed up my body to scrub at my scalp. Bathing in the live waters of His pools was always a pleasant time. My ladies joined me in the pool and there we spent a most delicious time preparing my body for the task ahead. The man that used to be Toubob disappeared with the smoke of his blasphemy.

Because of the urgency of the situation (I'd been delayed twice by men who wanted me and because of my nature, to whom I had to give) I could not spend the time i would normally spend playing with my Ladies in the living waters. When the waters were sure I had been cleansed enough they took me up in a very large wave to deposit me on the edge. I walked naked through the warm, live, breezes that suddenly surrounded me, whispering encouragements as they dried my skin and hair. I was not afraid of Him. He loved me. Not only because He made me but because I was also, His to fuck. I was the only one He fucked. When we fucked we could create new worlds if He wanted to. He is who He is and I loved serving Him. In me He created the Gateway. The constantly whispering winds carried me to my rooms and there my ladies awaited me to finish the preparation. They told me that the heat had risen to 116 in the shade, the farm animals were dying and crops were drying up. Everyone was afraid for their elders, the most revered and respected of us all. I felt Him. I felt His great sex. I think if I would've lifted my feet His essence would carry me to Him like the winds carried me here. I lifted my arms for the strapless, diaphanous, white dress they held for me. I slipped my feet into the white kid leather thongs. I stood still while they took hanks of my black hair and put it into five thick twists that reached my ass. I was almost ready for Him. There was one more thing that had to be done. I wondered who would be there for the next part. Toubob was dead.The final gentle wisps of the living breeze caressed my face, tickled my ear with one last encouragement and faded. Immediately I was seized by the essence of Him. There was urgency in His very being. I wondered .... The shocked squeals and lovely groans of my ladies a room away answered my question. They had orgasmed hard and were orgasming still ... caught up in His relentless power. They abandoned any power of reasoning they had left to give themselves over to each other in wanton senselessness. Lilith ate at Blithe's cunt like a mad woman, sucking her clitoris as it reared its pretty pink self from its folds of hot, swollen pussy. Gweneth squatted over Blithe's face so that she could lick her pussy while she grabbed the other's tits to pull mercilessly..."Gatekeeper"I turned at the sound of a new voice uttering my name."Who are you?" I stared up into eyes that stared back with saddened amusement. "I know this young man" I thought to myself."I am Baden. I was brought here to take Toubob's place"I could only stare in amazement. Now I know why he looked sad and stunned at the same time. He was in shock and now, so was I... An hour ago I passed Baden standing by the gate in his front yard."Gatekeeper! Gatekeeper!" I smiled down at the little boy always pleased to run to him, scoop him up in my arms to have a cuddle, and swing him around in the air. "Little Baden?" I had to look up to see his beautiful hurt eyes.He nodded at me. I saw his eyes age with knowledge of life shooting into his mind at unknown speed. He was growing as we spoke. His cock was standing. so very hard. throbbing in anticipation. Both of our bodies were, had been, quaking with the essence of Him thrumming in and out of them, fucking us with His almighty vibrations. I felt Him tell Baden to"Open The Gate"Baden, little Baden no more, picked me up in his arms to carry me to the dais where the power of Him roiled around us, through us, in us. He stood me at the long wooden bar situated behind the dais where He stood in His glowing omnipresence. The bar is much like the ones dancers use to exercise and stretch their legs. I was delirious, succumbing to the power of Him. All I could do was fondle Badens cock and balls as he stood in front of me to drape my body over the bar. Then he went to the other side, the back of me where my pussy was stretched wide open to him and Him. I felt Him tell Baden to..."Prepare the passage " I felt Baden's hands grab my buttocks and in the next minute my mindlessness became complete with the long slow sweep of his tongue from my clit to my ass hole. He fell to his knees to do it again and his lips got a firm grasp on my clitoris and he bit, teased, licked, sucked and that long lick. He put two fingers in me and pumped them in an out. out and in. then three. yesss, please. more? more! four. owwwww. alright? yesss, more. more!? pleeease... fist."She has arrived" The glowing entity possessed Baden and Baden's voice became two. Badens member became a writhing, snaking force to be reckoned with. A separate living cock whom none but the Gatekeeper could welcome. And whom none but the possessed virgin boy Baden could wield. The Him in Baden stepped up to her stretched open, well lubed oriface. His cock squeezed itself down to an impressive two inches and and waited, pulsing like a heart beat. He grabbed hold of the Gatekeepers shaking hips and the two voiced entity asked..."Ready?"All she could do was nod one time and it was on.The Mighty Cock thrust itself into her cunt making Baden's balls swing in and beat her pussy lips with the staccato beat of the jackhammering Cock. The thumb and forefinger reached around to pinch and stroke her clit like a little cock. Her body never stopped orgasming. On and on it went. more and more she wanted, needed. Now They had her off her feet and holding her round her waist. They ground into her ass and Their Mighty Cock was relentless in It's jackhammer fucking. She jerked and moaned like a senseless rag doll. They were floating. the very air was electric. snap. crackle. pop. The women in the other room grabbed at each other mindlessly. The animals in the courtyard mated. wild. frenzied. Their essences coalesced into a gentle wind to blow, into the land and all felt the power. Most followed through; grasping hungrily at an convenient groin. Others just enjoyed the sex vibes passing through their bodies and raced home to love their significant pussy/cock. The Gatekeeper felt the beginnings of a massive orgasm coming on. Baden/Him gritted there teetth and slammed into the gate keeper bringing forth the Golden Healing balm. All three voices screamed their release and the Gatekeeper experienced...La Petite Morte.The Little Death; whereupon she left her body to become spirit and fly in coital tandem with Him. Baden fell to the floor, exhausted. They wrapped their ghostly limbs around each other flew about the atmosphere healing the land with great drops of spiritual dew. They flew to the edge of the very atmosphere where He handed her shards of black space to weave into the ragged holes caused by poison laden earthly mists. The harmful rays of the sun began to filter through instead of burn directly. The land healed. They settled on a cloud to enjoy each others bodies. The Mighty Cock no longer jackhammered into her, but slowly writhed inside her, loved her. moved like a side winding rattler inside of her. She felt Him talking to her while He loved her. They twirled in slow motion while she learned that even now another gatekeeper had been summoned and her body was changing even as they loved; even as the lands inhabitants were dancing in the streets giving thanks to Him. She was eighteen now. She had grown into her body. She was free to be her own. He gave her back her name. Sidonna. Sidonna and He slowly descended back to the temple. He resumed His place at the dais. Baden and the ladies lay naked among each other sharing fruits, cheeses and juices. Enjoying the cool of the evening. She put her pretty strapless dress on and slipped the white kid thongs between her toes and began her trek down the mountain to the valley where she began her new life with a new love.

~~~THE END~~~

~baie~