Everyone has a feminine side, NO. I write from both genders.
In terms of writing skills, yes, Thread is 30yrs ahead of me, or probably even more. I would be very happy if I could reach his current height 30 years from now tbh. But if you have actually read his fabulous novels you would've felt that he still has the heart of a 20yr old. Everything he writes is so up-to-date and fashionable, and it makes you feel as if the author is just the best friend of yours in the real life.Thread's probably like 30 years senior of Rogue
Chapter Sixteen.
"I hate it when things are over.
So much is left undone."
15 minutes later Tommy dropped the panel and signaled to Rogue via 2 fingers, followed by a thumbs up. Rogue had not slept a wink. He enjoyed every second in watching his Goddess at rest.
"Doll, we're almost there." He gently whispered. Rogue softly brushed Scarlett's right cheek with his fingertips.
"Where's Tommy?" She'd woke with a slight start.
"He's fine, Scarlett, he's driving us. He's right there."
"Oh, my goodness, I fell asleep. Oh, Rogue, I'm so sorry." She disengaged from Rogue.
"Here, Scar." Tommy offered a hand mirror over the front seat.
"Thank, you, Tommy. Rogue, can you hold this while I correct myself."
"2 minutes, Sis. They assure me it's clear. Nobody has inquired or is loitering. Their security will present themselves as we enter the property."
"Will you walk me, Rogue? I'd so appreciate that. You've been so sweet."
"For sure."
"Tommy, I want you to get some rest, and I mean it. You must be so exhausted."
"Oh, definitely, sis. I'm going right to bed." He caught Rogue's eye with a mischievous grin.
The limousine came to a calm stop in the front of the Four Seasons. A uniformed valet came toward the car and then held fast a couple feet off.
"Just a second, Tommy. I'm just about ready." Scarlett was quickly applying a touch up to her make-up. "Rogue, am I presentable now?"
"You are simply gorgeous." She looked deep into Rogue's eyes in response. An intense pressure to the moment passed quickly as she once again straightened in preparation.
"Tommy, I'd rather you get the door. Please?"
"Absolutely, sis. Just say when."
"I'll be so glad to get into that room." She said aloud while locking eyes once again with Rogue.
"Okay, Tommy, we're set to go."
"Rogue, if you'll move across and out first when I open the door that will work better, then step away, but, not too far. I'll get her out and then you take her in."
"Got it." 'I could get used to this.'
Scarlett once more leaned into Rogue as the elevator car ascended.
"Rogue, are you tired, darling?"
"No way. I remained wired." His voice displaying a higher pitch than he'd intended.
She softly laughed. "I'm glad, I'm so looking forward to our time together. First though, I'm going to take a quick bath so I can unwind a bit. Will you wait for me?"
"Forever."
Chapter Seventeen.
As soon as Rogue heard her bathroom faucet commence he immediately occupied the other bathroom to take stock of himself.
"What am I going to do if she wants to, well, you know?" He queried his reflection in the sink mirror. There was no spoken answer, just a defiant stirring in his package area. He did a quick inventory of that same area for wooly boogers, streaks, stains, etc. Thankfully he'd held his own. Nonetheless, he ran a sink of warm water and washed the wool, bone & beans.
"There, just in case." 'I'm sorry, God, I don't think I'm going to be able to resist this temptation. Please, G, forgive Rogue.'
Back in the living room he hammered a shot of Fireball, then backed it. 'She must have had this stocked while we were at the theater.' "Amazing!" The double barrel warmed his les on contact.
A firm knock upon the door caused Rogue to jump a good foot. It was room service. Rogue had forgotten he'd made the order not long after they'd returned. "A grilled cheese and French fries for me, Rogue. An iced glass of 2% milk to drink. And please whatever you'd like. Thank, you." As she retreated to the bedroom area.
He'd considered ordering a steak, but, reluctantly changed course and ordered the roast beef hash and eggs with Texas toast. And a pot of hot coffee. Rogue was running on pure adrenaline & Fireball. When he crashed he'd do so in fine fashion, but, he'd auger in back at the house, not in the company of his Goddess.
"Would you like me to set this up, sir?"
"No, I can do that. Where do I sign?"
"Not necessary, sir. It's all taken care of. Please enjoy yourself."
He'd remember her return till the day he died. She'd donned a rich beige colored nightgown. It was not a negligee, no. It covered her from neck to the floor. The makeup washed away, her natural beauty eclipsed everything, everything,,,everything that had gone before. She'd brushed out her tresses and they rested now well past her shoulders. He swiveled in his stool and away from her reflection in the bar mirror as she came to a halt, then stepped closer between his legs, her smile warming his les as the Fireball had done earlier.
"I see the room service has arrived, Rogue." The girl had returned. The woman dominate, yes, but not exclusive, yet.
Rogue had ingeniously set it up in front of the wall of windows. The view was gorgeous, Dallas-at early morning-wasn't bad either.
"I am so hungry, Rogue. Just starving. And so relieved to be back and finally alone with my favorite author. Now eat hearty, Mr. Smith. Otherwise I'll feel weird." Her smile infectious, they dug in with abandon, the food melting steadily away, nourishing both souls. She informed him her next stop would be New Orleans the following night then on to Memphis and up to New York and then down the East coast.
"We'll finish up in Miami." He was grateful she did not question him about his life. It was strange that she did not, but, also a nice respite from the regular regimen of rapid fire questions he so detested.
Finished, she drew the sheers across the window and they relaxed with their coffee. Scarlett on the couch, Rogue in the comfy padded chair. Her Rubenesque silhouette now dominated his vision, as he'd come to the realization, no, the expectation that his Goddess was most probably nude under her nightgown. 'Oh, Lord.'
She retrieved the two copies of "Goddess" resting on the table between them and handed one to Rogue. It was the copy he'd sent her, the original, and true to her word it was well worn.
"I love it so, Rogue."
I've never used any drugs but the story has kind of brought me into an intriguing state of delusion that no drug would ever achieve, and I'm really addicted to it tbh. She was calling me "darling" and I felt at that moment as if I was melting in a pool of honey. I've heard nothing that delights me nearly as much as the "darling" call from my most-loved girl tbh.
But no feast will last for ever, I knew she would soon be gone and the more I thought about it the deeper grief I felt in the deepest part of my heart. I've never been anywhere 200 miles further away from my hometown cuz I kind of have aerophobia, so I've only reached places within one day's driving around my hometown, but if my Goddess agrees to bring me along I would follow her high heels no matter where she goes, as long as she doesn't feel bored of me. Do I fear taking a plane? sure I do, I fear losing my life but I feel more scared by the possibility of losing my Goddess
If I could actually die together with my goddess in an air crash, I would feel blessed. Not meaning I wish it to happen, but if that unfortunately happens, I wouldn't have nothing to regret. Not everyone has such fortune to die with their loved ones. I would feel lucky to get killed and burned with her, my goddess too, and our ashes would be mixed up together so we'd never be seperated forever
^I know, Rogue. I too have been in a funk of sorts since this story started. Like I'm in gd love with this girl. It's the damnest thing. I watched "The Nanny Diaries" again two days ago and thoroughly enjoyed it this time, whereas originally I couldn't a cared less. It's like these events I've written about have actually happened, have taken place and the affect is palpable. I'll be glad when it's finished and this melancholy lifts.
Chapter Eighteen.
"The woman’s sweet dream was snapped. She woke up and saw something that seriously frightened her. She saw that her stomach was almost twice the size it should be," Scarlett's voice deep & sure.
"At about 7 am that morning, a baby’s cry slashed the quietness of the sky, though the sound was very husky which was rather abnormal for a baby." Rogue's voice deep & sure.
"A nurse walked outside the room with a newborn baby in her arms, came to the man and said joyfully 'congrats, Mr. Johansson, you got a little princess!'" She laid her copy aside, never taking her eyes from his.
“'Yes, the baby boy is coming soon.'" He laid his copy aside, never taking his eyes from hers.
"Tommy." Her eyes filled to brimming.
"Yes."
"'the girl is fated to be one of us. She’s a gift from the God.'" A tear drop fell.
"My Goddess."
"'I got an idea now. How about a name like… ‘Scarlett’?'” A smile creased her moistened lips.
“'Scarlett? What does it mean?'”
“'Well, it’s a color, bright red.'” Her smile widened.
"Like the little girl's dress in the picture, she's sitting in a chair. You were just a child."
A near inaudible gasp. "I was so happy that day. I was just a child." Another fell.
"Sunshine passed through the window and lightened up the whole room"
"Our mother and father."
"The day was 22 November, 1984." A smile creased his moistened lips.
She broke their trance, her eyes dropping to the table between them.
"Will you......love me this morning, Rogue?" Her voice breaking at the finish.
Rogue hesitated nary a second. "Scarlett, I shall love you forever." A fierceness to his vow.
Last edited by Thread; 08-02-2013 at 11:30 PM.
If i ever get rich Rogue you will meet your goddess.
yeah that's an excerpt from the chapter II of my novel, and the whole thing reads SO much better now after being edited by Cully. Dude can literally turn a stone into gold with a light touch by his magic finger tbh
Chapter Nineteen.
The bedroom was lit by a single candle. She'd gone before him. "Just give me a moment, Rogue." She seemed to cross the room on a stream of air.
He was framed in the doorway. Scarlett between the sheets, her nightgown across the foot.
He quickly undressed down to his briefs then tried to make it into bed. "No, I want to see you." He froze mid-stride. "Please, for me, Roguey?" 'Again with the "Roguey."' Cully flashed thru his mind as he chuckled to himself then obeyed his Goddess.
"I knew you would be beautiful and perfect....my boyfriend...mine." Scarlett lifted the sheet. She was as warm as he'd imagined. As bountiful as he'd dreamed. As heavenly as he'd prayed. She guided his ardent attention to that bounty. "There, darling, suckle there. I need you to. Hurry." The tips were womanly, the child retreating into the shadows of the flickering candle light.
"Yes." A whisper.
He took more from her, then switched to find the nipple's twin identical.
"Yes." Near breathless now.
He moved his hand.
"No." A whisper. "Soon." Rogue's hand retreated. He nursed then, the man he was retreating quickly, the boyfriend she craved coming into the candle light.
"So beautiful. So perfect. Mine."
His heart pounded in his ears and thru his column of blood. He imagined it to be gigantic, beyond all measure known to man.
The tips, the tips of her finger nails danced thru his hair, the razor sharp edges causing a roiling so deep in his core he thought he'd go right away. 'No, boy, no. I won't, I promise. It's been so long. Too damn long. I know." The roiling abated.
"Baby?" 'That's you, dude.' "I don't want to wait any longer."
She was as wet as he'd fantasized in the black of endless nights.
"Easy. So easy, Rogue." Her whisper into his left ear wet and wicked.
He capitulated not his essence--but his confession. Into Scarlett's left ear Rogue confessed all of his secrets, his tributes, his dreams, his nightmares, his hopes and prayers of & to his Goddess. As the litany was exacted she marked each passage with affirmation coated in affection.
"Yes." again and again and again.
A bright light in a field of pitch blazed in Rogue's brain as his body rejected it's own demand to stop what could not be stopped.
Rogue's endless confession ended--the animal set free--emitting an unearthly growl of the feral beast.
The candle light extinguished.
That would be my first time to get so close to a girl tbh, I'm a lifelong celibate and I'm still a virgin at age 25 so I've never experienced anything like that. Does ing a virgin boy give a woman more pleasure than ing a non-virgin guy, just like how a man feels when ing a virgin ? Guys prefer virgins better than non-virgins so I guess it also makes sense the other way around.
I do appreciate my virginity and I kinda think it's the source of my confidence and intelligence, things that I'm afraid I would lose if/when my virginity is gone. But I would like to lose everything I have, gladly and willingly, in order to make my goddess feel happy even for only a moment. Life is more valuable than any possession I have, while my goddess is more valuable to me than my own life tbh.
If I could trade my life for my goddess being more happy, I would do it in a heart beat. My goddess can me like a mantis then eat me alive at the end of day, and I will die with a big smile on my face.
Chapter Twenty.
As he rested and repaired she whispered to him. Secrets and caveats meant only for Rogue.
He existed in a state of rapture between life & death that he prayed would never end and would begin again and again and again.
"You won't be here when I waken, will you, Rogue?"
He'd spend the rest of his days debating with himself whether her words were a directive, or, a query.
"No."
"Promise me just one thing, darling."
"Anything."
"Promise me you'll let Tommy drive you. Please, Rogue, for me."
"I promise, Scarlett."
She softly turned on her side and pushed the sheet away. A swift jack-knifing of her leg-then her voice thru the darkness.
"Please, darling, again, and again, and again."
He successfully resisted the urge to bow and capture her scent there. 'No.'
Instead the conduit they'd employed before served them once again.
"Tell me, Rogue."
"What, darling?"
"Tell me of the picture of the girl, of me, in the wooden chair." He was ready. He knew. He'd known. God had spoken to him. Had informed him.
"Such a beautiful little girl."
"I was so happy that day."
"A perfect little girl."
"Tommy was there that day. I remember, Rogue. I remember so good."
Rogue moved his hand. "Yes, darling, now. Hurry, Rogue."
"So perfect."
"My mother and father were there, Rogue. We were there."
"Scarlett Johansson." He pushed and pulled in the same course of movement.
"So easy, Rogue, so perfect, darling. So close now."
"I won't let you go. You're my Goddess."
She raised then, her mouth close to his ear. A secret he'd hold forever confessed she surrendered to him and the quest he'd sworn since the day she first existed in his heart.
A feral scream pierced the blackness as Rogue served as sentinel his Goddess in rapture.
The Last Chapter.
She slept now, Scarlett's sentinel studying her at sleep.
'Go....No. There is no more, Rogue. But,,,,Go.'
A home made quilt was draped over the sitting chair next to the bed. He carefully ensconced his Goddess in it then quickly dressed.
"Go." He whispered in the darkened room. Her gentle breathing a harsh reminder of what he'd gained and what he'd lost. Rogue rose from the chair where the quilt had rested and carefully made his way into the living room pulling the door closed behind him.
"One for the road? Yes."
The Fireball took affect as he laced & tied his shoes. His copy of "Goddess" rested where he'd left it. A small white envelope had been placed upon it.
"Rogue, darling, don't forget your promise. Forever, Scarlett"
Tommy's cell phone number below the salutation. She'd known.
The drive back was in silence. And Rogue was grateful to Tommy for that consideration and respect.
As they came to a stop in front of Rogue's home, they both reached for their respective door handle. "Tommy, it's okay, I'll get it."
"Absolutely Rogue." Rogue laid his hand on Tommy's shoulder as Tommy slowly nodded, his eyes never leaving the windshield.
Rogue slumped into his chair and closed his eyes. Sleep came then, and with it the dreams, mirror images of what had come before on so many nights of blackness. When Rogue woke hours later the sun had failed the sky, the small windows in the door dark and lifeless.
The tears came then, in veritable sheets, and with them Rogue's baptism.
The End
*I've renamed this story "Goddess After Midnight."
It's such a fabulous story that brought me more pleasure than I could ever imagine. I know that no feast will last forever and I'll probably never meet my goddess again for the rest of my life. Maybe I'm just one of the 1000 dudes who've slept in Scarlett's bed and she will probably forget everything about me before she arrives in Miami, but that day (or night) makes a world of difference to my life. I'll be less obsessed with her maybe, because the roughly 12-hour time I spent with Scarlett kind of made me realize that she's just a human being, rather than a goddess that I used to consider her as. I'm still gonna love her more than anything but she's no longer a star in the sky to me from that night on. I would never again "crawl 10 miles through shards of glass only to lick a that had just ed her" (quote of Avante), she'll be just a friend of mine, probably my best friend even though she had already completely forgotten me the day after. She's still my goddess, but more like an anthropomorphic goddess.
And I do like the way you dipicted the love scene between me and Scarlett, Dale, you're really close to my heart. I wouldn't fancy the idea of featuring a salacious description of sex, instead you described the whole thing in an allusively oblique way which was just as perfect as I desired tbh.
I know I can never say enough of this but I'm still saying "thank you" one more time here for your wonderful story concerning me and my goddess, and the past two weeks have been the sweetest period of time I've experienced in a long time, 2nd place comes the time when I was writing my novel "Scarlett, Goddess of the Sun". Every story has an ending but my love for Scarlett will never fade...
God bless us and my goddess, and everyone who still has faith in the grace of life
- Rogue
Rogue
You're most welcome, Rogue. It was a pleasure and a treat. It was also an emotional journey that had an effect on me as well. I would not have missed it for the world.
And there was no way on earth that I'd a compromised you two with the salacious description that concerned you once I'd commenced. No, Rogue. I was ready. I was your sentinel there, keen to what "I desired." It wasn't ever a consideration any other way once "...After Midnight" commenced.
- Dale
"Return To Vegas"
by russell-ville-man
Chapter 1.
I was stretched out on the couch watching an old episode of "Mr. Ed" when Girl passed by going down the hallway. We cordially nodded to each other and I brought my attention back to Connie Hines and her captivating portrayal of "Carol Post." Not 30 seconds elapsed when she passed by going the opposite way. In my peripherals I noticed she glanced back. 'Uh, oh, she's going to tell me to get a j*b." I immediately thought of little DUNCAN. He'd just started a j*b in New York City at a commodities firm trading on the NYSE. He barely had any time to post now at our hang out at the NBA Forum. I cringed at the thought of joining him in w*rk. My stomach lurched as I heard Katie start back down the hallway yet again. 'Oh, Christ.' I quickly closed my eyes, feigning sleep. I heard her veer off the stone tile and onto the carpeting. I tried to even my breathing but my heart was pounding like a 16-year-old virgin.
"Cully. Honey, wake up." It was going to be okay. Her voice held not a hint of malice. Just the opposite in fact.
"Must have drifted off, honey-bun." She'd decided to sit on my recliner which sits right next to my couch. I like to toggle back & forth thru a day. "What is it""
"Are you still friends with that Kevin guy?" She failed to meet my eyes. Instead she took in "Ed's" ass as he mooned "Wilbur Post."
I sat up, sorted thru a 1/2 dozen remote controls and killed the TV signal from Cox.
"What?"
"You know, that Kool Aid guy we met in Las Vegas a while back. Kevin was his name." She was watching a 65" screen that had gone black. "Is he still part of that place where you talk about sports with your friends?"
We'd let that weekend drift away in a year of life back to a routine of her wo*king, her shopping and me toggling twixt the aforementioned living room furniture and the NBA Forum reading room. I'd only recently returned to live posting at the insistence of my "friends."
"Well, sure, he's still there. We quarreled over the Zimmerman case and he threatened to snap my honky neck but, it's okay now. He admitted in an e-mail to me that he was wrong and I was right. So everything is back to normal. Why, sweetheart?" She'd begun to fidget with her hands.
"Do you think he'd like to get together again......soon?"
Chapter 2.
"Most likely. He's still out in the Los Angeles area."
Kool and I spoke rarely of that evening. We didn't avoid it per se, it just never came up even in the numerous Private Messages exchanged as we plotted out strategies to combat our enemies on the Forum. We're Lakers fans and take great pride in the fact our Kobe Bryant leads the loyal opposition's best player & avowed sexual Jim Dunan 5-6 in NBA les.
"When do you think we could go? Maybe this weekend?"
"Katie, it's already Wednesday night. I don't think so. Probably can't even get a reservation this late."
"Then next weekend." It was not a request but a directive.
"Girl, look at me."
She turned her attention away from the dark big screen. She was pale as a ghost.
"Are you sure?"
She firmly nodded but dropped her eyes to the carpeting. This was unlike her. I did not know quite how to proceed, but, I knew that teasing her was not the correct behavior.
"I can go in and see if he's in the Forum right now and send him a Private Message. I should check with him before we go any further."
"How about calling him? I still have his number in my cell phone."
"You have what?" I was a tad incredulous.
"You remember he'd given it to us so we could contact him when we arrived."
"You've talked to him?" 'Damn Kool!'
"No, silly. I just remember putting the number in my phone. You gave it to me, knucklehead."
"Oh, yeah, that's right." I settled back into my couch. I just didn't think she'd kept it.
"It's still early, we should call him. He'd like to hear from us. I'd be a nice surprise for him."
"I don't know, Girl, I don't think I could just call him and ask him something like that without first e-mailing him."
"I'll do it. I'll call him." She once again turned her attention to the television.
"My ass. You aren't call him tonight. He'll think we're nutty nuts, or divorced. No way, daddy-O. Uh, uh."
"Oh, come on. You're always trying to talk me into frolics and adventures. Now I want to get one going and you chicken out.
"Chicken out my ass. I, I, I, I, I,,,,oh, Christ."
"Oh, come on, let me call him. I think it would be romantic and hot."
I'd known her since we were children and I knew when she was intractable. And this was it.
"Fine, go get your phone."
"No. I'll call him from the bedroom, alone."
"alone, my ass. No goddamn way, Katie. Uh, uh. This is bull . No in' way. No."
6 minutes later I tiptoed down the hallway and put my 60+ year old ear tight against the bedroom door.
Chapter 3.
I could discern very little. Her side of the bed was quite a distance from the bedroom door. Contact had been achieved though. That was for certain. Katie-girl's laugh is distinctive and it was in full bloom during the call. The rest was her muffled voice and whispers, or, so I imagined whispers. Honestly? I could make out nothing but her frequent soft laughter.
"What the is she laughing about?" I had no answer.
The call went on to the point that my knees cramped up and I had to sit akimbo. "How in the are you going to get up when it's time?" I had no answer.
An epiphany drew over me. I rolled over on my side and put my ear close to the bottom of the door. The doors are cut high to enable the evaporative cooling system to function properly. It was a sage. I could make out, more or less what was being said. Unfortunately I was privy to only the tail end of the lengthy conversation.
"That's sounds nice, Kevin. Yes, yes, of course. He'll be understanding."
"understanding my ass." I cursed, my mouth an inch from the stone tile.
"Yes, we'll see you a week from Friday night then, Kevin. Me too. I'm so looking forward to it. I've missed you too. Sure. Okay, good night, Kevin."
I tried to get up, but my legs wouldn't abide and I crashed heavily into the door. " me."
"Cully, c'mon in, sweetheart." Her voice bright and happy.
"I can't, Girl, you locked the in' door."
"No I didn't, it's not locked, goofball."
I tried the knob. It had been unlocked the entire time. " me."
"How in the am I going to face this guy on that Forum, Katie?"
"You're being silly. You've not had a problem to this point. What's the diff?"
I had no answer. "What did he say?"
"He says he never admitted to you being right about the Zimmerman case."
We both laughed aloud at that revelation.
"tee, hee."
"We decided on next weekend. He'll drive over Friday afternoon from California and meet us at the Mandalay Bay."
"Good Lord, Girl. I don't know about this. It's not enough advanced warning."
"You procrastinate too much, Cully. We're going. We'll have a great time.
"What were you laughing about with him, Katie?"
"Oh, he was just being cute. You know how he was last time. He told me to bring the shirt he gave me. He was just adorable."
'Adorable my ass.' I said to myself.
"Fine, answer me this then:::what exactly am I going to be understanding about?"
Chapter 4.
"That's a secret and a surprise. I think you'll appreciate it."
'appreciate it? I appreciate a green light on Bell Road too.' "You're not going to tell me?"
"No. He suggested we keep it a secret and I agree."
My knees went weak, mostly from the blood rushing back into them after the ordeal at the bedroom door, but, that wasn't the only reason-I won't lie. I reclined on my side of the bed. I rarely slept there now and it felt good to sink into the pillow top.
"I better call Mandalay Bay right away. We'll stay the weekend. I'll even take a day of vacation Monday. How does that sound?"
"Is he staying there as well?"
"No, he's comfortable at The Mirage and will make his reservations there, probably right now."
"You two have this all planned out, don't you?"
"Shush, I'm on the phone."
"Katie, I was watching "Mr. Ed" not an hour ago and now everything is topsy turvy. What the happened?" She'd ended the call after successfully making the reservation for Friday thru Sunday nights.
"I took control, that's what happened. You love it when I get my assertive on, and you know it, Cully." She was right about that. She could be extremely hot when the mood struck her to take command. It had been too long. I couldn't even remember the last time.
"I don't know about all of this, Girl. I really think we should just wa..."
"Now, do you want some shaky puddin', or, not?" She unbuckled her belt. I'd not heard that term in near two score. It was a throw-a-way line from "White Lightning" a Burt Reynolds flick back in the '70's. I vaguely remembered explaining to her at the time what the term meant. 40 years later she'd pulled it from the depths of her memory and slapped me in the face with it.
"You can eat all you want, Cully." She'd scooted to her dresser, her jeans pushed down just off her hips. Katie was not wearing panties. She always wore panties. I raised up a measure and double checked to see if they'd gotten tangled in the jeans. There were no panties. I eased back down. She unpinned her hair and began brushing it out.
"Where are you panties, Girl?" I asked her reflection in the dresser mirror.
Soft laughter, a fresh reminder of the phone call as she pushed those jeans down to her knees, bent & pulled them off.
Chapter 5.
She'd been vocal during my puddin' fest. Not once, but, twice Girl writhed through savage releases that I'd not witnessed in many-a-year.
She'd chattered about what she'd do with him. Like she knew him. Like they'd not had over a year of absence. Like it was a black man feeding at her grotto instead of a white man. Called me by his sir name again, and again, and again, or, I imagined such. I couldn't be certain. A feeling of out of body had overtaken me. I checked the wall of mirrors I'd mounted when I was still capable of enjoying the benefits. Our whiteness present & accounted for. ' , she has a nice ass.' I'd not moved from my original station. She'd simply mounted me head to foot, fit her needs to my expertise, and rested her head upon her pillow facing away from the mirrors. 'That way she can pretend I am Kevin?'
"Don't stop, Kevin." Now? I was certain. I closed my eyes in search once again of El Dorado.
So ride, boldly ride, to the end of the rainbow
Ride, boldly ride, till you find El Dorado
"Yes, there, Kevin. Right there, baby." El Dorado located for the third time I bent to my labor, the {job}, yes all 3 letters present & accounted for. I went to work on Katie-Girl.
Though what I had twixt my legs was trapped by my own denim. Yes, it was puny in the fine Vienna Sausage tradition & yes it was crooked as an NBA referee but it craved it's own freedom, had been a slave to a metal zipper far too long. Now it was shunted to the back of the bus, with nary hope or dream of that freedom and savage release.
Girl turned her head, my peripherals still abundant at 60+.
"I don't know if I can take this one, Kevin." A warning to a man that was in Los Angeles.
'You'll take it .' A promise from a man who was in Phoenix.
As she shifted her forehead to the cotton and bit that pillow I introduced not 1, but 2 60+ year-old fingers to Girl's incredibly round & proud upturned rump-a-rooney.
The affect was immediate, it was rapturous & it was liberating. I'd been freed...
"Cuuuuuuuuuuullllllllllllyyyyyy!!!!!!"
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Chapter 6.
"Did you really talk to Kevin this evening, Girl?" I had a sneaking su ion the whole damn thing was a ruse. We'd gotten under the comforter together and were basking in the aftermath of Katie's 3 bagger. I was still shut out, but, I'd achieved a mental orgasm. I know, I know, you bas s it sounds bogus & chicken , but, I felt sated. + I'd grant myself on the couch later. I'd get out my well-worn scrapbook of underwear magazine ads I'd put together nigh on 50 years prior & enjoy myself.
"Yes, of course I did, Cully. It's set for next weekend. I'm sure you two will talk via that sports site you belong to. He sounds really eager. I'm sure we'll have a fabulous weekend together."
"The entire weekend? I figured we'd just have our fun on Friday night and then spend the rest of the weekend at the wax museum and that place out on the highway where they let you shoot the machine guns & BAR's. Hit the buffets, watch some television & take naps together."
"Cully, no. I couldn't just invite him for an evening out of the blue. We have to host him."
"'host him,' my ass. You mean we're paying for this safari?"
"Of course, we invited him. It's the only proper thing to do. Don't be silly, you know that."
"Why the couldn't he stay in the same hotel as us. We could get a rate perhaps then."
"Well, he likes The Mirage and the separation will serve us on a number of fronts. That way we're not bound to be a trio 100% of the time. And we'll have a docking point at each end of The Strip."
I immediately smelled a rat. A large pitcher sized Kool Aid one.
"You mean he'll want to go off by himself some of the time?"
There was silence. "Girl? o?"
"Well, let's just say we'll not be together 100% of the time in the true trio sense."
"Fuc."
"And leave it at that. Trust me, we'll have a fabulous time, Cully."
"Do I have to pay for his meals?" I needed to get back some scrap of control.
"Of course we do and don't you dare say one word to him about it, even in jest, and I mean it." And she did. That tone of voice was the last word. I'd learned that the hard way, the very hardest. And I'd promised myself I'd never defy it again, and again, and again.
"Cully, don't start being a cheap skate. We haven't taken one trip since the last time we went there."
"And the booze too?"
"Cully, I'm warning you for the last time!" 'Shut up, numb nuts. Okay.'
"Fine. I'm sorry. We'll pay." 'That son of a .'
"And don't forget we'll make time for your favorite!"
"What, the penny slots at The Oriental?"
"No, sweetheart, the Hostess Twinkie is back. And if you behave yourself on the way out of town on Monday afternoon we'll stop and you may have a couple of deep fried ones. How does that sound?"
I had to admit, it was the deal breaker.
"Matzel, matzel. Good things."
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Chapter 7.
We fell asleep not long after. I woke up about 3AM and rolled out of the sack. I was curious to see if Kool had PM'ed me.
No. Just the regular PM from my Luva detailing the days directives:::whom to attack, how to attack them, whom to grant mercy upon, an updated enemies list, etc. Just the regular morning war briefing. Lakaluva is our leader, Kool is his Number 1. I'm just a foot soldier dedicated to the cause. When my Luva says "jump." I don't even ask how high. I just smack my VA installed hip replacements & give maximum height. I obey orders...to...the...letter.
I checked The NBA Forum and Kool was in there, taking care of business, whipping heads, counting Texas state sexuals, taking names. You know, SOP of a Number 1. I checked his history and he'd not referenced any of last night's proceedings with Girl. Thank Christ. How I'd ever live it down if they knew he had carnal knowledge of my wife was beyond me.
I tried to get his attention in a ripe thread, but, he refused to engage me. Instead he treated me brand new. I felt taken aback a smidge. But, I also felt the stirrings I'd forgotten about from the night before. I checked her bedroom door, broke out the scrapbook, her best bottle of hand lotion, "Don't use that, are you out of your mind? It's expensive!" She'd admonished me time immortal. 3 minutes later (including clean up time) I was back in front of the CPU. I felt like a brand new 60+ year-old-man.
No new PM's. I stomped a thorough mud hole in Heel's ass per my Luva's orders and broke Brasky's ass as well. Doing Brasky was my own idea. I love old Brasky. A stout fellow he's touched my heart.
I used my alternate browser to scan upstairs. The Ellis family booted me out of there so I can't use the same browser as I do downstairs. I like to read it up there though, especially early of a morn. They're still in deep mourning over 6 and it gets my juices flowing to witness their misery.
I heard her bedroom door open. Katie was up for wo*k.
I heard her on the tile then the carpeting, then she came to a stop in my computer room doorway. I broke my attention from one of Kool's indictment's of Jim Dunan's sexuality to find Girl--bottomless--holding her best bottle of hand lotion.
"tee, hee."
Chapter 8.
Time seemed to fly once the date was struck. Girl has a workout routine that she religiously abides and she at least doubled that production as countdown proceeded. I decided not to break her balls over trying to look her best in anticipation of The Weekend as I'd dubbed the impending event.
In fact we barely touched on the subject at all after that first night.
"I called Kevin today." It was exactly a week later when Katie broached the subject over a light supper I'd prepared.
"That's nice. I haven't been able to get the damn guy to talk to me directly since last week when this started."
"I know. And he told me he feels that it would impact and inhibit the situation as a whole. Try to be understanding, Cully."
"'understanding' my ass. When did you call him?"
"On my way in from work this evening. We talked for about a half hour."
"About what for crying out loud?" I sounded exasperated.
"He's so looking forward to it, Cully. Don't be cross. You enjoyed yourself last time, didn't you?" She reached across and touched my hand.
"Yes." I capitulated.
"Well, this is going to be infinitely hotter."
"Shouldn't you be making plans with me instead of with him?"
"No. Let's try it our way. I think it will be more fun for all of us. We'll each get what we want and what we deserve. Yes?"
"our way? As in you and Kevin?"
"Yes, sweetheart." We met eye.
"Where do I fit in exactly? No, on second thought don't tell me. I don't think I'm going to like it......Will I?" I pleaded with my eyes what I'd confessed to her a 100 times before. She knew my secrets, every single one and a couple I didn't even realize I held.
"It all depends on you, Cully. You will be transcended if you're honest, brave and true. If you're chicken you will be miserable, stove up and inert." She capped off this brief though heavily laden litany with her patented giggle. "Now, I brought us some home made dessert. Another healthy portion of shaky puddin'. Do you have a sweet tooth tonight, pumpkin?" There was a hint of baby talk slant to her speech. I blanched, the polenta and fresh cod we'd just consumed rolling up in a hard tight knot in my stomach.
"Can I be bottomless too this time, uh,,,,?" I cut it off before I committed myself for Her to appear.
"Are you going to be a good boy in Vegas, Cully?" Baby talk stronger.
I nodded. Speech failed me.
"Are you going to be do what we tell you to do in Vegas, Cully?" Baby talk even stronger.
"I promise, Mistre....Katie-Girl." I heard me but it sounded like a stranger.
"Let's go into the bedroom, little Cully." Katie had dispensed with the baby talk and altered her ego.
"Yes, Mistress Katherine."
"First, take off your jeans and underpants. Mistress wants you bottomless."
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Chapter 9.
I was face down-spread eagle-tied-four cornered to the bed. I was nude save the white t-shirt I was permitted to keep on.
"Where is it, Cully?" Mistress was referring to her razor strap. A gruesome piece of genuine cow leather I'd picked up early on in the marriage. I found it at an Omaha area garage sale.
"It's hanging in the closet, Mistress." Mistress had not appeared in many years. Though I could distinctly remember the last time as it was quite an appearance. My ass had been left black & blue. I'd been asking for it and she finally relented. I'd never hurt so good. Then the children came one by each and the strap was hung in effigy to the point where it was just another "belt" in the back of the closet.
I saw her reflection in the wall mirrors as she moved languidly to the closet at the foot of the bed. She'd removed the dress she wore to work. Much to my shock she had on a black garter belt, black stockings and a push up bra to match the ensemble. 'You're being set up, Cully. I know. I don't care. You will, just wait.'
"Yes, you were right. Here it is."
She'd donned a decorative black mask that covered half her face. I'd never seen it nor the lingerie before in my life.
"We're going to have a question and answer session. If you're truthful I won't hurt you. If you lie to Mistress she will make you truly sorry. Is that crystal clear, Cully?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"We'll begin with a series of questions to set the mood and the edge of my patience. Understood?"
"Understood."
I was neither physically nor mentally prepared as she struck me full across my ass with the black leather strap.
I'd either forgotten to address her as Mistress, or, I wanted to be struck. You the reader can decide for yourself.
"Mistress."
"Don't trifle with me, Cully. Don't do it. I'm giving you ample warning."
"I'm sorry, Mistress."
"Kevin and I have decided to put you in the bathroom as soon as he arrives in our hotel room. Question, will you go voluntarily, or, must Kevin insist by physically putting you in there?" Mistress had lied, she'd not started with questions to set the mood or establish the edge of her patience. She'd gone for the jugular. I squeezed my eyes shut, my mind at warp speed plowing to the year 1980, and the vacation we'd never forget.
Chapter 10.
We'd painstakingly planned and laid out a vacation to Las Vegas to end all vacations. This was still old Las Vegas, or, as close as we'd ever get to old Las Vegas. A full two weeks. We'd never been. Then disaster struck. Her mother, my mother-in-law by marriage conned Katie into going East from Omaha instead of West. I tried in vain to get her to change her mind, but, she was intractable. The only good thing was her mother agreed to watch our infant son, my charter issue while we took one week to vacation somewhere "close" to Ohio.
I had no choice but to map out another vacation, half as long as the first one. We decided to do New York City and then thru upstate New York to Niagara Falls and on back home. It was a grand trip to be quite candid. I switched out my Plymouth Roadrunner with my brother and his Chevy Van. New York City was everything we thought it would be. We ended up in Niagara Falls on a Friday night and crossed over into Canada just after midnight We checked into a nondescript motel on Clifton Hill and went fast asleep. Bright and early Saturday we did a grand tour of the wax museums, ending up toward the evening at Madame Tussaud's. As we explored the joint I became aware that a middle aged well dress gentlemen was with regularity "bumping" into us. He seemed to be by himself and regaled, at least Katie with his knowledge of the history of the wax figures and historical dates they represented.
He spoke with a heavy French accent, but, his English was fluid and easily understood. Katie had taken French as her high school requirement and then was so adept that she took advanced French as an elective her Senior year. I was lucky to get thru Spanish 101 and would not have if not for her tutoring me. He and Katie communicated mostly in French as he got quite a kick out of her fluently keeping up with him. I tried to steer her away but she was dazzled by this guy I could tell. As we got close to the end and their renowned Chamber of Horrors he'd drifted ahead and then out of sight. I was relieved. "Cully, you shouldn't be so rude. He was so nice."
I mumbled something in response as we came to the cutoff to the Chamber of Horrors. It was agreed that I'd go alone. It was too intense for her. We'd gone on our honeymoon and she'd cried for 3 hours, then called her mother, my mother-in-law by marriage from the hotel room. That call got the crying started up again and it was a lost night. Plus that 90 minute International phone call cost a small fortune in the early '70s.
"I'll see you in the gift shop, sweetheart." I barely heard her as I quickly got to my favorite part of Clifton Hill. I emerged almost an hour later, a little queasy myself from the experience.
Needless to say Katie-Girl was not in the gift shop. "Sir, your wife wanted me to tell you she is having a cup of coffee at the cafe across the street." The cashier informed me, my ashen face a dead giveaway.
Needless to say Katie-Girl was not alone in that cafe. Henri Reid was the guy's name and he was sitting across from Katie when I rushed into the place after nearly getting run over because I crossed in the middle of the damn block.
I put on my game face because Katie gave me that look that told me I damn well better, sat down and had a coffee and a delicious piece of German chocolate cake. Truth be told it blew my shorts off. And he was paying which only made it more delicious. Though I may as well have been in the motel room eating that cake. They were lost in conversation that was strictly French and laughter that was universal. I pretended to understand them because I didn't want to get my ass chewed out later. And I wanted to get my nut later as well.
I excused myself about then and used the restroom. I was quick. I didn't want them ditching me. Thank Christ they were still there.
"Cully, Henri has invited us to dine with him tonight. He wants us to be his guests for the evening."
Chapter 11.
"Henri, we'll need to change for the evening. Our motel room is up the street a ways. We'll meet you at the restaurant." She had the decency to speak English so I knew what the was going on.
"Mon Cheri, allow me to drive you to your motel room. I'll wait for you there and we'll drive over together. There is an excellent French restaurant where I am staying and the chef is a personal friend of mine. Qui?"
"Merci Mon Amie." Katie.
"Sure, I could eat a cheeseburger and fries." Me.
Five minutes later Katie was riding shotgun while I was crammed into the back area of his red BMW M1. It looked brand new.
I had a pretty good idea where this was headed and I was intrigued but I did not care for this guy. And he didn't like me. I was super cargo and I knew it.
"Katie, this guy is a pussy hound. You do realize that, don't you?" He was waiting for us in his car 6 feet in front of the room door. Wanted to make sure we couldn't get away, or, Katie couldn't.
"I thought watching me with another man was your quest in life, Cully?" Her tone a bit harsh and accusatory. Damn her.
I bit back. "Just so you know, youngster. Don't say I didn't warn you."
"Fine."
" it. Just go without me, Girl." I quit changing clothes. Thankfully so did she.
"I'm sorry, Cully. I know you've wanted this for so long and he is quite charming. I'm willing if you are, sweetheart, but, only if you are." She came into my arms. She was shaking slightly like a tuning fork. I knew I was getting hosed, but, I squeezed her tightly and the trembling ceased. Finally, since I first discovered her missing from the gift shop the knot in my stomach released.
I quickly finished dressing and peeked out the window.
"He's still there, Girl."
"Cully-Boy?" I turned to find her primping and polishing in front of the mirror. That particular reference to "Boy" was reserved for very special occasions. She'd christened me such one afternoon after school on my parent's couch before my parents got home from work.
"Panties, or, sans panties?" Goddamn her.
"Sans." My tuning fork trembled.
"Good, then I'm all set."
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