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  He looks around. I know he wasn't expecting this. “My grandmother left me this house and the farmland. I don't work the land, but there are people who do. They give me a portion of the crops. My parents live in the city, my dad grew up here and he hated it. I came here for summers since both of my parents worked. I had some of the best times at this place."

  "It's remote.” He follows me to the kitchen. “As soon as I saw it on the map I wanted to come here. I hope you don't mind me using it as a place to lay low for a while."

  Bold and unabashed I can't help myself, “I guess that depends on where you plan to lay at night."

  "So I'm out of the doghouse?” His bags hit the floor with a thud.

  I turn to face him and his arms open to embrace me. I step into them as he folds me in a hug.

  I am happy, I am warm, and I am crazy about him. I have a feeling this visit will be a life changing event for me, maybe for both of us. “Let me give you the tour."

  He leaves his bags in the kitchen and I show him around the downstairs. “You can put your car in the garage if you like."

  "Okay.” He nods.

  I start up the stairs and feel nervous. With each step, I know I am leading this man to a bedroom. With each step, I know what I hope to do when we get there.

  At the top of the stairs, I take a right into the first room. My bedroom. I don't feel like showing him anything else right now. My heart is strumming; all my senses are in overdrive. The soft carpet tickles my bare feet, I have never been more aware of myself than I am in this moment. “This is my bedroom."

  He steps in close behind me. Arms wrap around me and lips touch the skin on my neck. His erection presses against me through his clothes and mine. His breath in my ear, he whispers, “Is it wrong to do this so soon?"

  "No.” I decide.

  He is pleased by the response and hugs me tighter, his hands take a detour. One goes north the other south. His right hand finds my breasts already at attention. His left finds the elastic waistband on the skirt no barrier at all. For my part, I do nothing. I stand there and lean against him holding onto his thighs for balance and let him fondle me at will.

  When his fingers touch the liquid fire inside me I moan. His face nuzzles against the side of mine and I turn to kiss him. “You're already wet.” He says before taking my lips.

  I melt. Literally, my knees grow weak and I begin sliding.

  He thinks this is funny and laughs. Not a full out laugh but a breathy laugh of impatience and desire. “Climb on the bed."

  His hands leave my sweet spot and breast. I head to the bed like an million dollars is waiting on it for me. Hands first then knees I begin to throw pillows. I hear his zipper and I stop mid throw to look at him.

  "Stay, just like that.” He fists his shirt and pulls it over his head. I complete the pillow toss and remain on my hands and knees. I watch him ungracefully disrobe. He hadn't removed his shoes and now his jeans were tripping him as he tried to get rid of them both at once. It is my turn to laugh as he hops on one foot, finishes pulling off his clothes, and stands like a Greek statue before me, which in an instant, stops my laughing. “Well, what do you think?"

  "I think I have too many clothes on.” I lift up off my hands and pull my shirt over my head. By the time, I toss it to the floor he is behind me on the bed. His weight dipping me to the left and right as he settles in.

  "I'll take it from here.” His fingers slide under my bra straps and gently pull them over my shoulders. His lips kiss my neck. I feel the bob of his cock against my back and I lean into him. “Bend over."

  Obeying I do. He lifts my skirt and pushes it over my hips. I am half-dressed and I think he likes that. His hands pull my panties down and awkwardly we maneuver until they are off. I feel his teeth on my left butt cheek and then both hands move to pull my swollen folds apart.

  I am wet and ready, arching back against him as the soft head of his cock probes my opening.

  Like a well made glove he slides right into me and we both groan.

  "I've been thinking about you.” He says as he pulls out then pushes all the way in. My front collapses onto the bed, clinging to one of two pillows remaining there. “You're just as sweet as I remember."

  I can't respond in words. I make plenty of noises though as he fucks me. Yes, he is fucking me. Pushing and pulling my body against him and away from him with his hands on my ass like it is a steering wheel he drives us both to the brink of danger and back.

  "Come Sonja. I want to feel you come around my dick.” One hand leaves the steering wheel and attempts to stroke my clit.

  "Too much.” I protest. He is going to have to learn how to do this with me.

  I hear a groan of frustration and he relents, “You can show me later, I need you to come now."

  He goes back to steering, and I do my best to balance and touch myself at the same time.

  Sparks flitter in and out; I can't at this pace, “Slow down."

  "You're killing me here.” He says but he slows down.

  I circle my clit gently then with more pressure and push against him at the pace, I know works for me. His fingers dig into my ass and I know by his noises that this is in fact torture for him. “Almost there.” I promise.

  I round the corner and start climbing that peak just as he bursts inside me. “I'm sorry.” He says.

  He comes and I match him throb for throb.

  I move forward to lay flat and he slips out of me. I lay there, face down, and he rolls next to me lying face up. I turn to face him and he is looking at me.

  For a long moment, we lay like that. Staring at each other, trying to figure out what the hell we are doing here. He breaks the silence as I lay here thinking to myself how much better it is to look into eyes that stare back at me, smell hot male flesh not just wonder what he would smell like. My lips ache to taste him again and know that beyond any thoughts, what he tastes like is real. He is real and here and it is wonderful.

  "Tell me your darkest fantasy, something you wouldn't tell your best friend in the world.” He rolls to his side and props up on an elbow. All the while, he is staring at me. Those eyes piercing into my soul, this is not just a fling. At least, not in the conventional sense of things. He won't be satisfied to just know my body; he wants to know my soul as well.

  "No way.” I curve my lips to smile at him and he does that thing where he pulls in his lower lip and bites it. I am powerless against this move. I fear he knows this already.

  "Come on, you tell me yours, I'll tell you mine.” He waggles his eyebrows suggestively and I giggle.

  "When did you eat last?” I ask in an attempt to change the subject.

  "Hours ago. You hungry?"

  "Starving. I didn't want to eat dinner until I knew..."

  "You thought I wasn't going to come?” He reaches over to me and pushes my hair behind my ear.

  "If I thought you weren't coming I would have ate.” I lie, I wasn't honestly sure if he would show up or not, but I was so full of nerves I couldn't eat anyways. What I feel right now is as if he has given me wings, I want to see if I can fly again. If I can share any part of myself with another.

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  Breathe

  I show him the other bedrooms and offer him a guest room. He looks at me a long moment then nods. I wonder if he had expected to stay with me. Somehow it is one thing to have sex in my bed but to have him stay here in my bedroom, to unpack his clothes in my dresser and closet, it seemed too much. He would eventually leave and I absolutely must always be prepared for that. The shiver of insecurity ran down my spine and I had to shake it off and not think too deeply about all this.

  I clean myself up as he unpacks in one of the guest rooms. Then I start dinner while he finishes his unpacking and grabs a shower. I have dinner on the table when he comes bounding down the stairs all clean and refreshed. He wears a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. His bare feet pad across the floor and as he gets closer to the table, he slows down.
/>   I am watching him so I notice his face screw up as he takes in the plates on the table. “What?"

  "Nothing.” He lies and then smiles at me. “It looks delicious."

  Liar, liar, pants on fire. “What would you like to drink?"

  "What do you have?"

  "Water, soda, coffee, tea.” I head to the refrigerator and pull out the jug of tea.

  "Tea sounds good.” He sits at the table. I pour us both a glass of sweet tea and carefully watch him again question the plate then get it together before looking at me with a smile.

  I set the glass in front of him then try not to make my own disappointed face at our meal. “I marinated the mushroom, and put the potatoes on the grill as well. Is it the marinade?"

  "No, it looks good. I just ... I didn't realize you were a vegetarian.” He takes a sip of the tea and then nods at the meal. “Looks good."

  He had already said that. “I'm not, you are."

  "No I'm not.” His left eyebrow raises and his right lowers. I am fascinated by his expressions. I want to learn them all. “Where did you get that information?"

  "Your website.” I admit then blush because the reality of him as a celebrity creeps back in. There are moments I forget that he is the man in the magazine I have used to masturbate for the past three months.

  "My publicist manages that site. I assure you I am not a vegetarian. Though, I am a bit flattered that you would go to the trouble for me.” His smile at the plate is now genuine and he cuts into the portabella mushroom. “It's actually really good. Maybe I should eat more vegetables."

  "Well you will definitely eat more this week, since I stocked up for your visit.” I shake my head and then start on my meal. I love vegetables so it wasn't a big deal to me that I ate only them while he was here. I am relieved however that he is not strictly a vegetarian because I can now make steak or my famous fried chicken.

  "Thank you.” He stops eating and watches me chew my food then swallow it.

  "You're welcome."

  "No. I mean thank you for everything. For letting me hide out here. For the food. For you know.” He winks at me and I feel heat creep up and spread all over me.

  I nod. “So speaking of you know,” I pause here to take a cool refreshing sip of tea, “You said you thought about me. But you didn't try to..."

  His face blushes. We don't know each other, but we are discussing sex. Not in an abstract way but in a very personal and particular way. He chews on his last bite and thinks about it before telling me, “I don't normally do that. I mean you had me in some pretty compromising positions. The elevator, then the interview. I needed to see if I could trust you."

  "So the dick in the ass is your way of trusting people? Is this how you make all your friends?” I laugh because he almost spits tea all over the place but he chokes it down instead.

  "No.” He coughs. Then laughs. “Potty mouth, I don't put my dick in everyone's ass. In fact, it was an impulse. I haven't done that since I was a teenager."

  "Seventeen.” I remember. “So is that your darkest fantasy?"

  "No.” He quirks a brow, “Was it yours?"

  "No.” I admit. “You don't really want to know my fantasy."

  "Yeah, I do.” He reaches across the table extending his palm up towards me. “I want to know that, and other things about you."

  "Why?” I put my hand in his and feel the rough and smooth surfaces combine together.

  "Because you're real.” He tugged my hand and I get up to move towards him as he pulls. He pushes the chair back enough that I can sit on his lap. I do so and feel uncomfortable.

  What Jacob doesn't know is that I am not real. I am what I choose to be, and there is a reason I choose to be thirty and alone. I gave my heart to someone once; they returned it without any superglue. It took forever to mend it back together and I refuse, I absolutely refuse to find myself in that state again. “And I suppose you're fake?"

  "Not here I'm not.” His breath against my cheek, his arms wrapped around me, I believe him.

  "So what's your fantasy Jacob Brandon?” I ask.

  "I asked first.” He nips my ear. “You tell, I tell, remember?"

  "I have lots of fantasies.” I admit, because I do. “I should show you my toy room."

  "The one that has the door shut?” His embrace releases and I stand.

  "Let's go."

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  Let's Get it On

  "Don't put that in your mouth.” I warn him but he doesn't listen.

  He makes an awful face. “This is like the coolest room in the history of rooms."

  I laugh as he picks up another item to inspect. “Those were awful. Did you tell people to buy them?"

  "No. I don't tell people to buy anything. I don't get to use most of this, I research it, sometimes send it to friends to try out, and then I poll people to see what they think. My article is more about the public, than about my own personal experiences.” He pushes the tab on the vibrating cock ring and as it vibrates in his hand, I know that some of the things in this room are going to get some firsthand experiences.

  "This is the most organized house I think I have ever been in. My apartment is clean because I have a housekeeper, she keeps it orderly for me. I mean I think I am a pretty neat and orderly guy, but ... what about this one?” He holds up a vibrator for me to look at.

  This is surreal. The first man to enter this room and he is right at home, snooping through toys and novelties as if he worked in a sex shop all his life. The offered item is insane. A vibrator that has so much going on it probably needed to come with a manual. “It's too complicated. I like my dildo's the same as I like my men, easy to turn on and off."

  He gets a good laugh out of that. “What is the dolphin for?"

  I tilt my head to the side and give him a what do you think it's for look. Then he does what he has done to most of the things he has picked up. He bites it. “You don't want to keep putting this stuff in your mouth."

  "It tastes disgusting.” He puts it in his reject pile. “Which ones do you use?"

  "Nothing in this room was used by me.” He stops before he bites the next item, which I don't know if he was aware of or not, but it happened to be a butt plug.

  "Not by someone else I hope?” He looks at me and points the plug, which to his defense is shaped like a pacifier.

  "No, they are all new. Why do you keep biting them?” I move to grab something I do want to play with, wedges I have had stored in here for a long time.

  "I don't know. I'm curious about what they are made of.” He looks at the plug and points it at me. “What the hell is this anyways?"

  "It's a butt plug.” I look over my shoulder and watch him put it back where he got it from.

  "I don't think I would want to buy anything I couldn't put in my mouth, you know?” He looks around at more things.

  "Well, most girls aren't interested in getting their vibrator off so it doesn't have to taste good, it just has to work.” I stand and offer him the wedge.

  "But a man has to taste good.” He takes the wedge and already I see his mind working.

  "A man is a totally different scenario. There is a give and take. Toys are made to play with together, or to make things fun when you play alone.” I grab the smaller wedge and the roll. “These, are meant for partners."

  "I'd like to watch you sometime.” He holds onto the vibrating cock ring and the large wedge as we leave the room. “And I'd like to see the toys you do play with. I need to know my competition."

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  Aint’ Nothin’ Like The Real Thing Baby

  He has been eating me out for at least twenty minutes. I have come twice already and if he doesn't stop torturing me soon I may just faint. These wedges are wonderful. The angle is just right. “Jacob,” I close my legs on his shoulders and he looks up at me. “Let me do something for you because I need a break, you're too good at that."

  "Better than the competition?” He quirks
a brow and I understand that he is trying to prove something. I am flattered, and exhausted.

  "Hands down you are better than any battery operated anything I have ever had.” And I meant that. There have been men in my past that I would trade for a pack of Duracell any day, but this particular man was definitely not one of them. I wouldn't trade him in for stock in batteries.

  "Okay then, let's see how this works.” He nips my inner thigh as he reaches for his cock ring. I really enjoy his nibbling. I am sure Sigmund Freud would have plenty to say about this behavior. I smile at my own thoughts as he holds up the ring. “It just slides on right?"

  "Basically.” I adjust the wedges so he can lay back but not all the way back. “Lay down here."

  He moves into position and I get my chance to go down on him. Once there I turn on the vibrating bullet. He squirms around a bit and I realize this would be better if I rode him because he isn't going to last with oral stimulation and the vibration. Hell I don't know if he is going to last long enough for me to get on top of him. I remember the first time I played with electronics, the new sensations made it all too easy to come.

  "Here, I'll ride you."

  He nods and fists the sheets at either side of him. I slide down and enjoy the real thing with added vibration. I slide up and down his shaft easily with natural lubrication due to his endless feast. I am in the zone, working, pushing sweating. I am almost there; he is holding out, holding his breath, each muscle in his body is tensing up and winding tighter with each lift and settle. Veins pop out on his neck, his face turns red and he mumbles something I can't quite make out other than the word, “Trying."

  He is beautiful in his fight to hold on, sweaty, his face contorting in ways I am sure not many women have had the luxury of seeing, if any woman other than me has seen these expressions at all. I seat completely and as I lift, the vibrations stop. I am mid cock and we freeze like that. His eyes open, he looks at me, I understand these words clearly, and he now understands what the difference is, “Damn batteries."