Sunday, January 2, 2011

Blogophilia 44.3 Topic.. Take Two and Call Me in the Morning


Blogophilia 44.3

Topic:  Take Two and Call Me in the Morning
Bonus Points:
(Hard 2pts.) Impart some pearls of wisdom
(Easy 1pt) include the words "directions not included"



The waiter had just dropped off some warm apple pie to top off the dinner Myke and Mel had just shared.  Mel enjoyed spending time with new friends.  It was a rare and special treat and Myke was such good company.  His stories went on and on throughout dinner.  

As they dug into their pie Myke talked of love and how he had met his wife.  Myke beamed as he talked of her.  Mel couldn’t help but smile seeing him talk with such passion for her.  A warm feeling washed over her.  Maybe it was the pie, maybe it was the love that Myke expressed for his wife, but whatever it was, it was comforting and welcomed.

“How about you my dear, haven’t you been in love?”

Mel shifted uncomfortably in her seat, afraid to answer the question.  Afraid that the mere mention of it would make the pain resurface.  Mel sluggishly smiled in an attempt to thwart the question.

“You know my dear; there is no agony like bearing an untold story inside you.”  “I know you have one, it is written all over your face at this very moment.”

“Yes… I have been in love, who hasn’t?”

“Well then, let’s hear it.”

“My story doesn’t have a happy ending Myke.  No one wants to hear a story that doesn’t have a happy ending.  It’s unfulfilling.”

“Well…. I want to hear it, better out than in I always say.”

Mel giggled at Myke’s response.  She already knew she was in for it and she was going to spill the beans.  There was just something about Myke that made it easy to share with him.

She began to tell the story of the man she fell in love with.  A man who told her from the beginning, he didn’t believe in love.  Yet as their bond grew she saw through the walls, through the fakeness of his statements.  He was just like everyone else.  He too wanted to be loved and to be known.  Over time she felt herself slipping and falling for this man.  It scarred her to death.  After fighting the feeling for so long, she surrendered.  She then embraced her love and shared it with him.  And for fleeting moments…… it was wonderful.  But with the circumstances that surrounded them…… it began to get complicated.  Actually it was always complicated, but when you are in love it doesn’t seem to matter, cause where there is a will there is a way.  Soon he began to doubt himself, and his worthiness of her love.  It then turned into doubt of her, if she was who she said she was and if her intentions were true.  It became a battle of proof and who could make the better argument, and he always won.  He was always better with words, even if half of them were bullshit.  Before long he stopped believing all together.  He gave up on the two of them and pushed her away.

“Now do you see why I wasn’t excited to share?” 

“Actually I thought it was a great story.  I bet you even feel better for sharing it don’t you.”

Mel took a minute…..”  Not really…..”  Tears filled her eyes and her head dropped to hide the pool of tears.

            “You know what hurt the most, it wasn’t that he didn’t love me as much as I loved him, or that he was afraid, it was that he didn’t believe in me and he just gave up.  Just turned his back on me and pretended I never existed.”

“You know Mel, not everyone can take the chance and fall in love.  Some people are too afraid.  You shouldn’t be sad my dear….. You were true to yourself and that is all that matters.  I wish it had worked out for you but it didn’t.  The truth of the matter is, you can’t hold onto something that wants to go.  You can only love it while you got it, and that’s it.”

Mel nodded……  “I know I just wanted it so badly.”  “Love for me has been like an entertainment stand that requires assembly…….. Only my box came with a disclaimer on the bottom that said, directions not included.”  “It never gets put together….. And if it does, it doesn’t withhold for long.”

Myke and Mel both giggled.  Her head was pounding from reliving the story in her mind.  She began to rub her temples. 

“My head is killing me.”

“Perhaps we should call it a night.”

They both agreed and Myke motioned the waiter for the check.  Shortly after the waiter returned, he slipped the bill to Myke and a card with two Tylenol on it to Mel.  Mel and Myke both looked at each other questioningly.  Mel read the card out loud.

Take two and call me in the morning.”

Mel’s faced flushed with embarrassment and Myke began to chuckle.  They both began laughing at the irony of what had happened.

“Now that is what you call great timing,” said Myke. 

“Yeah, guess I should go out to dinner with you more often.”

After enjoying one last laugh they decided to call it a night.  Hugs were exchanged and plans were made to do it again.  As Myke turned to go out the door he shouted, “Don’t forget to call him in the morning!”




Picture caption guess:  where there's a will there's a way

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Sweethearts Don't Dress In Leather

 The following is written for the TXT Treehouse.  

The theme is  Leather  !!



 Sweethearts Don't Dress In Leather



She walked in the dark that night……..
Numb to the world……… numb to herself
Finding herself in the darkest of places……..
Back alleys…….
Where cats called out into the night
Abandoned warehouses………
Where the sounds of water echoed
Empty parking garages…..

Mindlessly ………
her  black leather Go-go boots
Carried her from one to the next
Each step ringing out into the  darkness


The nights chill began to sit in
Forcing her to pull her leather
Trench tightly around her.
Her fishnets did nothing
To keep her warm.

Work was slow tonight
And  the pay felt like scraps
After the mental drain of it all.

She caught a scent of smoke
And a trail of laughter
Floating from a darkened bar.
It seemed to welcome her.



As she entered the bar
Eyes followed her…….
Heads turned…….

She slowly made her way to the bar
And ordered  a BV and Coke.

The bartender stalled and then
Chuckled….

“That might be a little
Strong of  a drink for you sweetheart.”

His cocky head shaking methodically
Waiting for her to respond…..
To acknowledge him.

Her eyes never met his………
She didn’t care to give him the pleasure.
She wasn’t here to entertain,
Work was over……….

Ego scorn……
he sat the drink down hastily.


Turning to find a table,
she left a 50 on the counter and told
Him to keep them coming.


She moved to a table in the back
It was dark…..
In a corner…..
And best of all……….
Unoccupied

A hand reached out
Grasping her ass as she
Walked past…….

She giggled with a grin…..
“not much of a grip…..”
And then proceeded to the back.

Only now she was being followed…….

“Why don’t ya  take off the coat sweetheart !!!”

Chuckles and nuances filled the air….

She never turned , but stopped in her tracks.

She could feel his hot breath on her neck.

“Didn’t you hear me ???  I said what’s under the coat ??”

Drunkenly and confidently
He slid a hand under her  trench.

She spun around
And  quickly brought her knee
To his groin…..

He folded over like an accordion

She then grabbed a handful of hair
And Slammed his head down on the table .

His body  fell to the floor.
She spread his legs and stepped between them
Placing the heel of her boot
In an all to familiar spot

“Now…. 
Since you are so eager to play……
I’ve got a game for you……”

Every time he tried to move she pressed down harder with her heel…..

“You fucking bitch !!!”


“Now now….. That is no way to treat a lady.”

She slammed her foot down as hard as she could.

A horrific guttural moan rang out
As he folded up again right on the floor.

She walked around  to his head
So he could see her
Undoing the belt on her trench coat.

“This is what you wanted to see wasn’t it ?”




The belt that once held her coat around her waist
Was now wrapped around his neck…..
He was to out of it to fight it…..

Belt tightly in place, she instructed him to get up.
The man spit in her direction…..
Gasping out…. “Fuck you !!”

She grasped up the belt squeezing it
Tightly……
His face turning red…..
“Now…..  I suggest you do what I tell you !”

The man struggled to his feet.

She slid two chairs together
And sat him down
In the middle of them.
His hands were then handcuffed
Behind him to the two chairs.

 she began slapping him
Across the face as hard as she
Could

His cheeks were bright red…..
She smiled wickedly….
Happy with what she had done.

She could keep this up all night….

“You ready to do what I tell you
Or do I need to continue…..”

No words came out his mouth….
He simply nodded…
She then let the trench drop to the floor
Her black leather corset clung to her curves


She straddled him and stood
Up on the chairs……
And buried his face in her mound

“If you want to breath I suggest
You get to licking………..”

She pressed into his tongue hard
And held his head tightly against her
She could feel him tensing……

she pulled his head back
And he gasped for air….
“I hope your tongue isn’t tired
Cause we aren’t leaving here
Till I cum on your face…..”

The mans eyes glazed over
As she lowered her lips
Back to his wet tongue

He ran it up and down her slit
Circling her clit…..
Gently sucking…..
She pressed against his tongue…..
He licked her clit furiously…..

Growing anxious she threw his head back
 stepped down from the chairs….
Grabbed him by the belt around his neck
And whispered in his ear…..

“Time to move….”

She undid the cuffs and stood him up
Moving him towards the wall
And shoving him face first into it.

She reached around and grabbed
His crotch……
stroking it through his pants.
She then took his hand
And slid it over her wet mound.
Running his fingers up and down
Her dripping slit….
She shoved them insider her
And she melted on his fingers…..

she began to work them
In and out of herself…..
Slowly and firmly
Then quick…..
Back and forth in rhythm

On the verge of cumming
She removed his fingers…..

She then turned him to face her
He was rock hard….

She freed him from his pants
And bent down……
With one quick thrust
She took his whole cock in her mouth

The man whimpered……

Before he could finish his
 whimper of ecstasy
She withdrew it
 and shoved him To the floor

The man was in agony…..
She centered him and slid

Slowly………..
Sliding all the way down

She grinded into it a little
Before she began riding it…
There was nothing gentle about it
She rode with a purpose……
Her whole body…..
Working against his cock

She began screaming……
Her hair thrashing about wildly

In the midst of her climax
With her final thrusts
She grabbed the leather belt
Around his neck and squeezed it tight.

 “Time to cum she hissed”

Screaming and moaning
She thrust into him again and again
His cock swelled……….and she exploded
Cumming all over his cock
As he filled her with his own.

After collecting herself 
she stood.....
threw on her trench
threw back her drink
and headed for the door.
 
As she walked past the bar
the bartender slid her the 50 back
"On the house sweetheart...."
"You put on a hell of a show."

As she left the bar she couldn't help but smile.
She needed to blow off that steem
and the free drink didn't hurt either.

written by MAK










Thursday, December 9, 2010

You Can Call Me Raggedy Ann







 


  Raggedy Ann ...... Raggedy Ann
You are my favorite toy
Seeing you bend and sway
Is such an utter joy

Raggedy Ann ...... Raggedy Ann
Oh how I love to play
Constantly manipulating you
In each and every way

Raggedy Ann ...... Raggedy  Ann
I could never throw you away
Cause you’re such a soothing treat
On a long and boring day

Raggedy Ann ...... Raggedy Ann
You’ve marked me with a stain
Because you love me unconditionally
No matter what I say






© 2010 written by M.A.K