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Bring That Bottle Over Here

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Press play... Kick your shoes off, do not fear. Bring that bottle over here..." - Bob Dylan "You heard the man," Mina whispered with her slight European accent. Apple grinned and did as she was told.  She was not certain if Mina was meant to be Spanish or Portuguese, but the accent was very alluring. The music slipped through the small hotel room from the open computer beside the bottle of red. Dancing as slowly as she moved, she spilled her black stilettos onto the hardwood floor causing her to loose a good three inches in height.  As she picked up the bottle, she turned and flashed a grin at Mina.  Her black skirt clung to her legs and covered just to her black fishnet-stockinged knees.  The red blouse, half un-buttoned, [Read more...]

Crave to be Closer

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"So you're the photographer?" Mina grinned and her red lips sipped from the red wine without answering. Chuck walked up behind the other woman and put his arms around her.  "Yes, Candy, she is the photographer." "I didn't see you there."  Candy turned to kiss him and almost knocked the black Fedora off his head.  In heels, she was eye to eye with him.   Her hand reached down and gave his balls a quick squeeze through his black slacks.  "I've been craving this all day." Mina's eyes widened at the public display.  She was always fascinated how most people did not pay attention to what was actually going on around them.  The pub was crowded and noisy which, Mina figured, was great camouflage for a public grope.  She flipped her brunette [Read more...]

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Mina pulled lightly on the handcuffs causing the chain to jingle that was around the slats of the bed frame. Sun blazed in through the large window of her apartment and light the room up with heat. Mina's brunette hair was matted to her head from sweat. Sweat also trickled off his bare belly and legs below. Each ankle was tied to a bed post, leaving her legs spread and giving her body an upside-down "Y" shape with her arms chained above her head. A car horn honked outside. Mina's camera was on a tripod at the foot of the bed. The camera shutter snapped a new photo of the naked bound woman every twenty seconds. "Hello?" Mina called before pulling on her restraints again. Nothing was going to release her. Then he appeared, black [Read more...]

Awakening

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It's cold, he thought as he shifted under his duvet in the dark room. The full moon shot a little light in through the blinds, but not much. Shadows danced about the apartment along the walls around the bed as cars passed on the street below the apartment. She was gorgeous, he recalled. Thoughts of the brunette photographer brought a smile to his shadowed face. "It's a typical day in the neighborhood," squawked the voice of Dexter on the television. All she had wanted was a naked shot of him. She wanted to take that one piece of him that was leaving nothing covered, yet she had not touched him...beyond taking it out of his pants at his instruction. He wondered if she would be back in the concrete square around the offices tomorrow. If [Read more...]

Story of the Black Hat

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She snapped a picture of him from 200 metres away. Mina pushed brunette hair over her left ear, and the ends swayed just above her shoulder. She stood, legs spread apart, aimed and fired. She called him "The Black Hat". He always wore a black Fedora that matched his suit. The suit was always three pieces and, though a different style each day, was always black. Today he also wore a black shirt with a blood red tie that disappeared mid-chest beneath the vest. He leaned against the white stone of the building and sipped Cherry Coke from a can as he watched passers-by through circular wire-rimmed glasses. "Who drinks a Cherry Coke?" Mina asked in a whisper. He smiled as though people were entertaining him, but never moved or spoke. He was [Read more...]