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Keith Logan · Sep 13, 2024

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The sweeter the apple,
The harder the bite.

PreciousKitten · Sep 13, 2024

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"Wait, I thought you told me the party didn't start for another hour?!" The words came out decently shrill as a few of the other students were forced to cover up their ears to avoid the possibility that the decibel level might shatter eardrums. After all, due to the tone that Alessa adopted could grate like nails on a chalkboard given the right motivation and ammunition. But yet, here they were, and the music was already blaring out of the speakers, some kind of harder hitting tempo that the blond had trouble placing a name for the artist or name - but that was not important here. No, she had been explicitly promised that they would arrive with time for her to finish doing final touch ups to both hair and the makeup that to her looked half done at best.

Alessa saw fit to lift a heeled foot and drive it back down into the ground with an indignant huff to match, glaring daggers at the frame of Theodore who seemed to only back up a bit but not much else. To others of the student body, he might be looked at now as a popular guy with the social group and girlfriend to match - but when it came to Alessa, he did not possess much of a backbone to stand up to her at all. Even when at her worst, Alessa needed to simply snap her fingers, and it really ended up getting her wish just like magic. Though lately, Theodore changed and would spend hours outside of the dorm they shared and claimed that it had to do with practice and nothing else. Alessa did not buy a word of it and had said as much to him prior to their arrival which caused quite the scene between the 'happy' couple.

A pout now marred otherwise pristine features as the female was taken by the hand and led through the front door past a throng of people, some were invited while a vast majority were members of the team and part of the fraternity hosting. She could vaguely recall something being mentioned about the captain of the team itself, but Thedore could sometimes ramble on and on and it became imperative early on in their relationship to develop a means of tuning some things out. This piece of 'juicier' information being that very name. It was right on the tip of her tongue, but as Alessa struggled to bring it to light the couple continued on inside and were immediately assaulted by throbbing bass and scents that were intoxicating and primal. Sweat and alcohol, the kind of smell that never is forgotten after the first-time experience.

Lips wrapped around the rim of a cup that was handed off to her, taking a smaller sip of the contents and grimacing a bit at the potency of it. Meanwhile, from the corner of an eye Alessa noticed that her boyfriend by no means held the same kind of reservations she did and downed an entire cup and already was onto the second in record timing. 'Great, I will be the one tasked with dragging his drunk ass back later tonight.' Theodore was not the best at holding alcohol, being a lightweight but refusing to be seen as 'rude' so he took cup after cup that got offered from his fellow teammates and downing it. Raucous laughter amongst the group told the blond they were having a bit of fun at his personal expense, to get the newest addition blackout drunk and see what kind of stupid pranks they could pull before he sobered back up in the morning.

Alessa found a corner and chose to stand in it for the moment, scouring the crowd for some familiar face or at least one that she felt like even talking to. Social butterfly or not, she still needed to be in a mood to deal with certain individuals in particular, one of those taking form of Becca who managed to pass by without truly seeing her. Thank God, with the mood Alessa was in that bitch was the last person to converse with. Becca had a habit of being the campus gossip, sticking that bad nose job into instances that did not even involve her and wondering why so many chose to ignore her presence when at parties like this. A laugh brimmed up from her throat, wry and crisp at best.

"Alessa, why did you run off and leave me?!" That voice caused the hair on the back of her neck to stand on end, already knowing from the slurring nature it belonged to her boyfriend who was already sauced out of his damn mind. They had barely been at this party a total of ten whole minutes, and he chose now to get hammered. "Because Theo - I told you that I needed a few minutes to cool off. Besides, you seemed content trying to drink the entire rugby team under the table when I left." Vocals were harsh and biting, a venom laced inside that likely caused a wound here or there, but the damage could never be seen with the naked eye.

Her body draped head to toe in obvious labels, it was a catalyst to the argument when Theodore made a fuss about Alessa spending even more of his money on 'frivolous' things. From the gold earrings that adorned both ears to the red bottomed heels on dainty feet, each one held a designer's name to it and easily cost about the same as most students here might pay on a semester of tuition. She thought he could at least understand the newfound desire that she had to present the best at each function, but even now he chose to drunkenly mope and whine about it; and in public, no less!

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Keith Logan · Sep 14, 2024

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"No, it wasn't supposed to commence this early! But whoever is going to complain? C'mon Aly. You have spent too great a deal of time writing that book of yours. And this is not including your coursework. Put the pen aside and let loose, just for a while, will ya? I'm talking like just one additional hour of your time. Can you not do this, for me?" Theodore tried as best to contain his sneer. Complacency is cancer, they say. That was the result of four years of being in the comfort zone. They were seen as one of the great high school sweetheart couplings. But somehow, moving into college had sparked a change in not just Alessa, but Theodore as well. For better or worse? It was hard to tell, for opinions about changes are subjective. But whatever those might be, it had certainly drawn a wedge between the pair in the recent months.

Not once had Theodore ever considered the prospects of Alessa leaving him. At least, he personally believed their squabbles were nothing more than typical arguments there were expected of couples, once the novelty of the honeymoon phase died off. Alessa had always been seen by many as the good girl with the pretty face and body, with an even more superior brain to go. The first crack in their relationship started to form, when he began parading Alessa around as if she was some kind of a trophy girlfriend, when the news of her being the cohort valedictorian first came about.

They had months earlier, planned on entering the same college. They ended up at UoC, Santa Barbara, only because Theodore could not make the cut for Yale and, needless to say, Harvard - both of which, Alessa sacrificially turned down the offers in order to join up with her boyfriend. Ever since they began their semester at Santa Barbara, that was when things started spiral down south. Santa Barbara had the notorious reputation for being a party institution. And Theodore found himself drawn to the allures of the carefree lifestyle - the jarringly cringey terminology YOLO was essentially his mantra, as with many of the like-minded peers. Birds of the same feather flock together.

By the third month of their fresher's year, he had somehow, managed to earn himself a spot amongst the cool kids - a frat consisting of the all the captains, vice-captains, and honorary senior year student athletes who had achieved something notable during their stint at Santa Barbara, and thus earned them a spot in the coveted round table. So when the gossip of a certain freshman by the name of Theodore Reese who had somehow, been seen hanging around with the boy boys lately started spreading around, it came as a bit of a surprise to many. Few could understand how he had managed to weasel his way into the inner circle. But at least one young man and his closest aides were privy to the puzzling affair.

The one man being none other than the Head of the Santa Barbara's sporting frat, who simultaneously held the role of the Captain of Santa Barbara's rugby team - Calvin Harrison. Calvin had been voted in as the Head of the sporting frat through the unanimous votes coming from across the various sporting societies, which summed up the testimonies and respect that almost all of the different influential figures had for him. Calvin was the one who inducted Theodore into the frat. Perplexing as his decision was, nobody dared to question him - nobody but his two closest pals in Joshua Stirling and Anthony Harland who he had personally roped them in to be his right and left hand man, were privy to his motivation.

His motive? Alessa Malcom.

It took three long months to materialise his first intention, to get Theodore to bring his girlfriend along to one of their socials. But he figured it had been worth the wait. His eyes gazed down onto the girl from the second floor balcony of a party mansion that the frat had rented for the weekend - she looked abso-fucking-lutely ravishing, just like what he thought of her the first time they were acquainted. Ever since then, he had this illogical need to want to find out and learn more about the girl. Images of her face and her fine, feminine demeanour, kept intruding into his mind for the ensuing weeks and months.

It was a shame she didn't look exactly thrilled to be present that evening. Joshua could be seen rounding up the boys from his team and approached the couple with two cups full of alcoholic mix, maybe three. One was handed to Alessa, and the other, to Theodore.

And when he was done? He was handed the other third. This was why Joshua and Anthony were his most trusted. They didn’t only just know his game plan - they were always able to find their own creative ways, taking on their own initiatives to achieve his objectives.

That was when he decided it was time to make a move downstairs for a little bit of a meet and greet.

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"Because Theo - I told you that I needed a few minutes to cool off. Besides, you seemed content trying to drink the entire rugby team under the table when I left."

"... are you serious?" Theodore sighed, part baffled. "I've tried my damnest to satisfy your every whims and fancies." His right hand gesturing towards the various posh household labels she had donned on herself for the evening. "I've been eating potatoes for lunch and dinner just so you know, to support your newfound material appetite. Still, I'm getting the pout whenever I fell short of your expectations. And you can't even oblige me for just one night?" There was a hint of ire in his voice. "Look, just give me a moment, okay?" Theo afforded her a touch, but it was nothing more than a moment's brush against her left bicep with his palm, before he rejoined the group of lads. It was not that he didn’t love her dearly. But lately, she had been making it difficult for him to express his affection for her when she kept souring his mood with her naggy ways.

But Alessa wasn't left alone for too long. A certain prominent figure soon appeared from her periphery. He must have been close enough to eavesdrop on the couple's most recent exchange.

"Domestic woes?" That was the unmistakeable Calvin Harrison. He might be fully clothed in a dark grey v-neck along with a fresh new pair of vivid dark blue jeans, but the definition of his athletic form was put on for all to ogle through his body hugging pieces. His torso was broad, v-shaped, complementing his shirt. His chest was beefy, which put forth a majestic front with his posture ever so straight. His thighs, thick and muscular, as with his biceps. And his calves were tastefully defined as with his forearms. He certainly looked to be in tip top physical condition.

"I’ve seen this far too many times. Sometimes, all you need to do, is to give the boy a little bit of a shake up.”

“Let me help you with that, if you can bring yourself to trust me on this and follow my lead." It was also at the same time, that he gestured over to her cup mixture at hand. He had noticed her wincing earlier and struggled to take more than two mouthfuls. Cliche as it seemed, he opportunistically stepped up to the occasion to attempt playing role of a casually composed chivalrous knight. “Let me help you with that, too.”

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PreciousKitten · Sep 14, 2024

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Just as her mind began to formulate an eventual plan to begin carting Theodore back with her, another voice had come up behind her and caused Alessa to jump a little bit in the three-inch heels. "Domestic woes?" She found herself laughing before even realizing that it had happened, something about the timber in his voice provoked a response in kind and left little to question. "Well, it's hard to not have them when I am used to carting around an oversized manchild on multiple occasions. God, he knew that this would happen if he drank that much..." Alessa remarked with that same bitter attitude from moments before lingering like an aftertaste, only for it to melt away when Calvin spoke of a credible solution. All that was needed was for her to put a bit of trust in him.

"How am I able to trust you when I barely even know who you are in the first place?" Fingers reached up to push some of the blond locks that were trying to fall down and obscure the view she had on the adonis, no other moniker suited a man built like him better. Alessa found that her teeth were toying along her lower lip, some of the crimson red lipstick that adorned it coming off when she reached up to ensure that it was not bleeding. Fuck, something about Calvin's overall presence and aura brought about a change in her entire body language and personality. This was a man who actually cared to listen and sympathize with her, not like Theodore who shrugged it all off like it held absolutely no importance or value. "You know what? Alright, I'll play along for now."

Alessa handed off the drink in her hand without any debate, the liquor inside much too bitter for her tastes which tended to lean more toward the wine variety. Never really holding much of a value in straight up beer as a substance of choice. It occurred to her at that very moment just who she was speaking to, now of all times that name from before came screaming into the back of her mind. 'So... this is Calvin Harrison?' Alessa sighed internally, sure she expected the captain of the team to be handsome and built like a beast, but this just went against being remotely fair. To be forced to witness him like this when her own boyfriend could still be heard laughing and making an ass out of himself only a few feet away. "You must be Calvin, Theo mentioned you to me before but, I can admit he was brief about it at best."

Maybe this was the underlying reason for the secrecy about his 'best friend' and beloved captain, an effort to keep them away from each other due to a feeling of silent inadequacy? Not as outlandish when she thought about it, but most of it was likely to be Theodore not wanting to share the attention and spotlight. He did not tend to have much of a jealousy streak to him, even when Alessa found herself the center of attention and being fawned over by the men on campus. Instead, the reaction would come in the form of pouting and childish whining. Still very much a kid at heart even until this day. "If that's the case - I see no reason why I shouldn't oblige you."

Leaving the corner of the room and following alongside Calvin, the two wandering off to a more reserved side of the room but still allowed her to keep an eye on her boyfriend from a distance. Just because they had an argument did not mean that she was capable of leaving him alone like that, even if their views changed over the past couple of months the foundation from high school still yet remained. He had been there for Alessa when everyone else had written her off, a lanky teenage girl who he befriended and even began to actively date the summer before sophomore year. That just so happened to be the year when her own looks finally blossomed, morphing from a little girl into a buxom beauty seemingly overnight.

But while she changed and kept developing new habits and hobbies while retaining some of her old self, Theodore changed drastically and discarded the part of him from before that Alessa loved dearly. She smiled up at Calvin, keen to find out a bit more about him since they now had the chance to talk without a worry about being interrupted since everyone else either passed out on a couch, took the festivities to a vacant dorm room, or was still in the process of becoming blackout drunk. "You mentioned being able to help me before, what exactly did you mean by saying that?" Call her skeptic, but rarely did a favor come without there being some kind of strings attached to be pulled and used at a later date.

"Unless you can try and get my own boyfriend to listen to anything I say without devolving into a guilt trip or argument, I don't think there is much you could do about it. Not that I do not appreciate the concern, it seems like he has all the time in the world for his new teammates but forgets I exist half the time." Alessa tried to figure out why Calvin was able to divulge even this much from her, given that he just stood there and listened instead of uttering a single word edgewise. Men were usually not so good at listening without having an opinion to voice, or at least that was what she thought until now. "Sorry, this is a bad first impression by all accounts. Let's start the normal way first - Alessa, it's nice to finally meet you!"

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Keith Logan · Sep 15, 2024

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"How am I able to trust you when I barely even know who you are in the first place?"

That made the senior chuckle. It was not often that someone walked up to him and said he or she barely even know who he was. Her cluelessness had actually made her look as if she had played it really cool in the face of one of the most popular young man on the block, so much so that she left him momentarily speechless but with a grin of amusement on his face. It took her following up by saying she was willing to play along that saved him from needing to wreck his brain for a respectable response.

"You must be Calvin, Theo mentioned you to me before but, I can admit he was brief about it at best."
"If that's the case - I see no reason why I shouldn't oblige you."

"So you do know me, after all. Fancy heading to a party without actually knowing the host who invited you." Calvin teased, not so much to mock her, but in casual jest. He sure wanted to make the first impression count, by ensuring that she would leave the mansion by the end of the night with the recollection of him and their encounter, seared into her brain. "You're not obliging me, fair lady. This is solely for you. I have this thing whereby I believe girls should be treated with respect, especially one as fine as you. I like Theo as a friend. But I don't agree with the manner in which he is treating you. It lacks decorum."

"If your boyfriend isn't listening, then he isn't afraid of you. Either he doesn't care, or that you've made him feel too comfortable for him to be worried. I reckon though, he does care, a lot. He spoke a lot about you. But he had always been reluctant to bring you along for a meet and greet for a while now. I'm glad he finally did. You seem like a really nice person. Very attractive as well, if you don't mind me being honest. I think Theodore is lucky to have you." The young captain was no short of compliment. His tone was genuine, and it didn't sound like he was saying for the sake of buttering her up. "And yes, nice to meet you, Alessa. Now. Let's go find out how much your boyfriend cares about you, shall we?"

Calvin smiled, before he gently guided her back out of the room, palm gently pressed against her lower spine, to usher her back into the open to rejoin the crowd that still managed to survive the various rounds of alcohol. He found himself on a slightly elevated step, then raised his voice to address the nearby crowed, Theodore included. He scooped a fresh bottle of beer from one of the many ice boxes scattered around the mansion, uncapped it, before he raised it in the air. "I hope you guys and girls have got your pre-drink game up and running already. For we're going to revisit the days of your former years with Seven minutes of heaven."

Immediately the crowd went wild with cheers and whistles. Almost as quickly, the guys and girls began to form an outer and inner circle respectively. It happened wordlessly, and it was clear that the crowd was no foreign to the particular gaming setup that they must have played a couple of times before. Theodore and Alessa being new to the culture, were guided individually on how the game worked. Calvin took it upon himself to be Alessa's chaperone. And naturally, he stood himself behind her.

"Calm your tits boys and girls. The night is still young by our usual standards, so we're just gonna take it chill by hosting only three rounds for a start." Joshua's voice was raised to address the ones who had offered themselves as willing tributes to the impromptu game that had always been one of the many common themes of parties of the past. As always, Joshua took it upon himself to be the executor of Calvin's ideas. There were fourteen pairs of boys and girls that spontaneously gathered. He didn't elaborate more about how the game worked. But it wasn't too difficult to pick up just through observation. Joshua placed an empty the bottle by the center of the circles, and spun it. The first time it landed on a pair, the crowd erupted in synchronous cheers, chanting as the boy whisked the blushing female away into the living hall of the mansion, and picked the adjacent washroom as their choice of rendezvous, before the door went shut.

On the next spin, the same thing happened, with whistles erupting. The second couple looked clearly much more overly enthusiastic, as they pranced towards a bedroom across the corridor beyond the living hall, specifically, into the en-suite bathroom, before they shut the door behind their backs.

Before the third spin was made, Joshua briefly looked up to Calvin, as there was a moment of telepathic commune for one split second, before he looked away. He released the bottle. Unbeknownst to the crowd, it was a controlled spin. Like a game of darts or archery, the art of spinning the bottle was in itself, a form of sport in which the skill could be refined with practice. With finesse, the tip of the bottle landed... on Calvin and Alessa.

Calvin smiled calmly. Buoyed by the chants and encourage of the crowd, he slung one arm around her waist, tugged her lissome frame into the side profile of his much more solid torso, to guide her into the mansion. Theodore, who was part of the game and had been loud all night, suddenly became subdued and didn't look all too impressed about the latest result. There was a look of mild gloom, which he tried as much to suppress it. His facial expression, in stark contrast to his initial jovial mood. That abrupt change in Theodore's demeanour all but confirmed her earlier suspicion, as to why he had tried for as long as possible to separate the two important aspects of his life, to keep a safe distance between his girlfriend from his new clique of boys. He was darn sure he would never be willing to share his first ever pillar of his life in Alessa with anyone else. He was even more anxious about how his pillar would or would not waver in the face of immense pressure resulting from the quality of male specimens that he knew deep down, he would never have stood a chance if these were the sort of guys he was up against back in high school.

"Alright boys and girls, cheerleading duties now!" Anthony was touted as the silent one. But even he had finally decided to play an active role to the charge. The remaining group soon made their ways into the mansion. Calvin went into the same room as the previous couple, and he decided to pick the generous space of the empty sliding wardrobe that took up the entirety of one side of the room. But that was not before he turned around to lock the main door shut with a teasing smile to the following crowd, with Theodore being one of those that reluctantly followed the group by the tail. The closure of the door led to a wave of groans, muffled by the sturdy wood that separated them from the eager audience that would have wanted to come closer.

Calvin held Alessa by her wrist, and tugged her towards the wardrobe. He slid it open partially, ushering her in, then stepped in soon after. The man, who was about a head taller than Alessa was, wordlessly locked his gaze down onto her. His attention undivided, staring deep down into her pupils. A few seconds later, the Captain slowly slide the door shut, until the pair found themselves in complete pitch darkness, with the heat of each others' body being the constant source of reminder that they were within each other's physical boundaries. Calvin's deep, slow breaths caressed her face at point blank range.

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PreciousKitten · Sep 16, 2024

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Alessa did not really put up much of a fight and merely followed alongside Calvin as mention of a game came into play, only for it to be announced that it would be the classic seven minutes in heaven. Her eyes widened considerably, the size just short of comical since not only did she find herself being roped into the flow of it, but behind her stood the man who for the past couple of minutes had been handing out compliments that tasted like the most decadent of candy. Apples of both cheeks flushed in a blush that honestly took over to such an extent that some of the coloring even dotted down the slope of her neck and ended along her shoulders.

The bottle was spun and each time it landed on a couple who appeared quite eager to find a quiet place to partake in the sordid acts such a game entailed. Though all that the blond could focus on in that very moment was the rapid thudding nature of her heart as it tried to beat right out of her chest, casually wondering if that same bottle would end up landing on them and lead Alessa to indulge the forbidden thoughts that came to mind when it involved Calvin and a closed off space. Temptation was hardest to ignore when left in the dark, after all such a silly game did not mean anything in the grander scheme and Theodore could not fault her for simply playing along like a good little girl.

That was, until the 'fears' became reality, and that bottle landed on her and caused Alessa to gasp out loud, knowing what it meant and from the way that Calvin was eager to grasp onto her waist and lead the pair further into the mansion and towards the room that the previous couple had occupied. Feet felt a tad heavier as they came to a stop just outside, only affording a quick glance in her boyfriend's direction and noting the unmistakable pang of fear and nervousness that stained his features. Alessa knew that he would be upset by this turn of events, but even when faced with leaving her with another man he had not attempted to even voice anything and turned tail to walk away with the rest of the group. It was this spineless nature that had recently begun to truly grate on her nerves, that he did not even have the want to object to leaving her alone with Calvin spoke volumes to his character.

Alessa felt a shiver wrack down the length of her spine as she was brought over to an extensive wardrobe, allowed to enter before the massive senior was hot on her heels. Just the feel of the heat that radiated off of him was enough to cause breath to catch in her throat, unable to recall when she had ever felt like this in her life. Calvin eyed her like a kind of vulnerable prey, a delicious morsel that he would happily sample of given the chance. The material of her dress began to caress over smooth skin, only heightening the sensitivity that caused the poor thing to become dazed and more than a little bit aroused. She could be ashamed for having such a reaction, but with a virile male standing but meager inches away from her and being able to feel the heated puffs of air as they cascaded against her face drove that voice to the back of her mind. Alessa tried to ignore the signs, clear signals to simply invite Calvin in and to hell with the consequences that came along with it.

"So, this must be what you mean by that help from earlier." Clearly Calvin had some form of plan that his frat mates had been key points in executing, what else were the possible chances that the bottle would have ended up on them so early on in the game? Not the first ones to fall victim to perceived destiny but still able to cut away while Theodore was still lucid and could see what was going on between them. The choice to turn around and walk out was there, certainly. But despite a gut instinct to put a stop to this before anything started, another became hard pressed and curious to see just where the night might end up if Alessa simply gave in and acted like a single woman for the rest of the evening. She was relatively gentle when leaning up and allowing plush lips to press to his own, gingerly attempting to toy with his bottom lip in an act that made the petite female bodily shudder. This kind of heat never presented itself with her current boyfriend, whatever sparks that had once been fizzled out months if not years ago at this point and all that the blond got left with was complacency.

"I... have never really been with anyone else. Forget about Theo for now, maybe you can show me what it is I've been missing?" Alessa mused with a kittenish smirk on delicate facial features, instantly reaching up with one hand to pull Calvin within reach once more and seal them back into a kiss that held much more intensity than the first and belatedly noting how her knees attempted to buckle once or twice due to the sensation. If just a simple kiss could invoke such a prominent response of burning desire, she had to wonder what those no doubt practiced hands of his could do if left to their own devices all night long. Alessa gasped out when the pressure became harsher, some pain blossoming when he had bitten down into her lip and tugged back. This time, her body did try to crumple onto the floor and if not for the fact of strong biceps instantly pulling her against his frame and back onto the wall behind them surely the blond would have lost complete control. Being held in such a way was a new experience to Alessa, since even though she was by no means heavy, it took quite a bit of effort to lift her up and even keep her back pressed into the wall with no room for her body to move or budge without Calvin allowing it.

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Keith Logan · Sep 17, 2024

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"Indeed. Best idea ever, isn't it?"

Admittedly, Calvin was caught by surprise at the girl actually taking the first initiative to reach out for the kiss. She could have chosen to stay still and wait out the seven minutes, since they had already successfully managed to churn out the desired reaction from Theodore. But it seemed her boyfriend was being casted to the back of her mind at that moment in time. And she seemed to have... other intentions in mind. Calvin had intended to act first. But she drew the metaphorical first blood by pouncing onto him like they were lovers reunited, before he could even react.

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"Someone is really eager, isn't she?" He leaned in to whisper into her left ear moments after she first smooched him, while his palms began to slip down south her dress, nimbly going underneath the bottom rim, to reach out for her peachy rear. His squeezes against her ass cheeks were firm and came with strong, wilful conviction. The young man heard Alessa asking for her boyfriend to be forgotten just for that seven minutes. To him, it sounded like it was just the tip of the iceberg, and that there must be some kind of underlying relationship dissatisfaction that she was experiencing for her to be considering such a request. He wouldn't know for certain yet, whether if it was down to Theodore's inadequacies, or that Alessa had the kind of insatiable appetite that Theo could never realistically be able to satisfy. He figured, it would be good to probe with tact, to gain some insightful knowledge about any sort of cracks in her existing relationship that he could potentially use to his advantage.

"Are you missing out on... this perhaps?" With that, the young man lunged in to plant his lips firmly against the right stretch of her neck. His suctions were firm, passionate yet unforgiving at the same time. It almost felt like he was venting some kind of rage on her, that they were actual lovers who had just got themselves into a heated argument moments earlier, but now they were on the precipice of making it up to each other through the lingering, unspoken promise of unbridled hate sex. But in actuality, it was Calvin simply being Calvin - a beastly alpha male, allowing his primitive nature to let loose and run wild. This, was how he typically expressed his fondness for his muse.

"I love it when my girl moans for me. The louder, the better."
"I love to know that my girl is truly enjoying herself. Someone as astounding as you are, deserves to be pampered 24/7, not left in the lurch, even if for a minute."

Calvin's deep, sensual whispers reverberated within the tight space they found themselves cornered in. And there was something about the place being pitch black, completely blinding them, that seemed to amplify all other senses - his voice sounded like honey, and even the slightest of his tongue grazing against her neck and her shoulders, felt doubly electrifying. It was also curious how he had blatantly assumed that she was his girl, as he took the role playing element of their seven minutes in heaven seemingly very seriously - he wanted heaven to materialise, not just for himself, but for her. And for that to happen, all preconceived notion of their identity that they had of their earthly lives were casted aside for those seven priceless minutes. In that alternate universe, she was his, and he was hers.

By the half way mark, the man began to slip his dominant hand beneath whatever lingerie that she might be donning, pulling the strap aside, with his finger pads eventually finding her womanhood. Upon arrival, he locked his hand in place, middle and ring fingers, thrusting into her sex, while his remaining digits latched and pivoted against the exterior of her tightness. Almost immediately after, he began to assault her love entrance relentlessly, stroking, rubbing, thrusting.

It was when they were approaching the final last two minutes or so, did he eventually pull his fingers away from her, just when he had gotten her seriously hot and bothered. The clinking of his belt unbuckling could be heard through the darkness, followed by the sounds of his jeans slipping down. The next moment, his large palm guided her softer, more delicate hand over to greet his member. The lack of visual did not make his member any less impressive, as just by the touch of it, she could not form a full circle grip around the base of his cock if she tried. And if she were to slip his fingers along the length of his shaft, she would need a ballpark estimate of what felt like three or three and a half of her wrapped hands, stacked on top of each other in order to cover up his entire length.

"Show me for the remaining minutes, what a girl you can be, for me."
"If Theo doesn't know how to treat you like a woman, I will."

Calvin's take on how a woman should be treated was certainly controversial. He pressed both of his hands against each side of her shoulders to force Alessa to drop down onto her knees. Barely giving her time to compose, he shoved his ginormous manhood as deep as she could possibly take him, before he began to steadily pace the deep throat. Towards the end, he even starting holding onto both her wrists to prevent her from trying to push herself away from him. Seven minutes was a limited time frame to pitch himself on what he could provide as a lover, and he wanted Alessa to soak in the full experience without hinderance.

Disruptively before long, muffled chants could be heard coming from outside the door. "Seven minutes up! Seven minutes up!" On that cue, Calvin released Alessa's head and finally pulled away from her. Despite his raw aggression throughout the seven minutes, he stuck true to the rules of the game, ending it right by the dot.

Seven minute served like no more than a teaser and trailer to hype up Alessa for the real deal, or the what could have been. Unfortunately, time was up almost as soon as it began. Before he pushed the sliding door back open, he reached in his pocket and pulled out his name card that he had always conveniently prepared for social occasions like that. He slipped it into the heart of Alessa's palm, pulled her in, then whispering on.

"You've got a taste of me, but I've yet to get a taste of your... apple."
"Here is my number. You know what to do, when you are ready to address our unfinished business." With that, he planted a kiss on her forehead, before reopening the main door to allow themselves to rejoin the crowd.

For the first time in the night, or in a while for that matter, Theodore actually took the effort to step up to Alessa out of concern, although it was curious if that concern was more so for Alessa, than because of his own anxieties. Regardless, his tone turned a little more subdued. "You alright Aly? What happened in there? Did Calvin try to do anything funny?"

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PreciousKitten · Sep 18, 2024

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"I love it when my girl moans for me. The louder, the better."

Those words struck some kind of chord deep within her soul, bringing something to the surface that felt natural just like breathing. Just when had she even considered herself to be in that type of role? Alessa was left to go along with the whirlwind, swept up inside of insistent hands that held her in place and toyed against sodden panties and delve beneath so that Calvin could feel the silken folds that by this point were positively soaked to the core. Teeth gritted together in some effort to keep some of the volume down, but the moans that played akin to a symphony got through regardless and assaulted both sets of ears due to the close proximity. She remained unaware of how long the bliss bordered on being just shy of cruel, kept in a form of pre orgasmic stasis but never pushed over that edge and when he pulled back the blond shuddered as thighs trembled in pure agony.

Ears were practically buzzing due to the blood that was pumping inside of them, lightheaded from the shift in position that left her kneeling at Calvin's feet and suddenly presented with what could only be described as a massive cock. Alessa had never even seen something like it up close and personal, much less end up with around half of it being shoved down the back of her throat and pushing the muscles inside to the brink. Gagging and some mild sputtering came out, she was by no means used to being treated like a doll to be pushed around and used as little more than a sex toy.

God, if being pushed back onto the wall behind her and unable to move a single inch to get away from the raw sensation that now felt like razors whenever she swallowed did not feel oddly exhilarating. Alessa barely had a chance to wipe the back of mouth over spit-soaked lips to get rid of any evidence that might still linger, hearing the telltale chanting that told the couple that the group was coming back to collect them.

Eyes were dilated a bit and the pupils struggling to reacclimate to the light once she managed to stand up and fix whatever parts of the dress that ended up hiked or disheveled from Calvin's treatment, not truly comprehending what was uttered to her before he left or the question that came from Theo at first. Alessa paused, tilting her head to the side and looking at the way her boyfriend acted truly nervous and apprehensive after leaving the two of them alone. Even if it had only been a little under ten minutes, the blond knew what kind velvety promise that Calvin held and ensured that the card was safely tucked inside the palm of her right hand and not allowing her boyfriend to discover it.

"If Theo doesn't know how to treat you like a woman, I will."

Soon after they left the party, which involved Alessa all but catering to a drunken Theodore who was having enough problems trying to remain standing much less walking without a sway to each step. The dull and throbbing ache in her loins had not ceased the entire walk back to the dorm room, having distinct plans to jump her boyfriend and attempt to get some form of release. Only no sooner than the blond made it through the doorway and settled her boyfriend onto the bed, the distinct sound of loud and obnoxious snoring rung out and caused features to darken considerably. Alessa had thought him sufficiently sloshed out of his skull, but to be able to pass out not even two seconds after being put to bed?

Alessa simply maneuvered out of the dress she had worn to the party, nothing left to cover her as the panties from before were stepped out of and tossed into the corner much the same. Within minutes the blond found herself all but sprawled across the remainder of the bed, while her boyfriend slept blissfully unaware it left Alessa to an art she became quite practiced in recent months, the act of self-care. Two fingers were greedily being thrust in and out of her pussy, able to delve inside just deep enough to brush the bundle of nerves inside that almost caused her to outright scream She wondered what the point of even having a boyfriend was if it was left up to her to scratch that particular itch, even when the two had sex it was only Theo that ended up being satisfied in the end. Afterward, he would roll over and fall asleep almost immediately and leave Alessa to her own devices.

""Here is my number. You know what to do, when you are ready to address our unfinished business."

That voice echoing inside of her head was what became the true catalyst, squeezing down greedily onto eager fingers as the coil finally snapped and the orgasm was allowed to wash over her body like a suffocating wave. Even as the remnants played out across sensitive skin, the blond did not see fit to let up scissoring those fingers inside until the sensation bordered on too intense and that was when she ended up collapsing onto the bed in a panting heap. Alessa panted out as the sweat gathering along pristine skin began to seep down onto the covers, officially making it known that laundry would be a necessity in the morning due to just how soaked they had become from both the sweat and fluids that dribbled out from her entrance and made a puddle of their own. As eyes closed and gave in to the veil of sleep, she mused how different things might be if she had never met Theo and instead came to college as a single woman.

Alessa did not make any real effort to move, even when the sunshine finally began to seep in from the outside and lazily cast itself over her and Theo who had not budged an inch this whole time. Even now, he still remained curled to one side only now there was a pillow barring his head from the oncoming daylight. Mostly likely to try and avoid the consequences and hangover that was rearing its ugly head right about now. She sighed in an exasperated manner, turning away from his slumbering form and grasping at the cellphone left on the nightstand the night prior. Normally, she could have a cool head about things like this but after the stark contrast between Calvin and Theo, it made her more than a little curious about what kind of things the senior had to offer that her 'loving' boyfriend could not.

She had hoped to get a bit more time to think of what to say before the voice on the other end of the line came out, deep and just as stimulating as the blond recalled. Even with the tinge of sleep, Calvin sounded like living sin. Her breath trembled at first, clearly giving into the nerves that were fumbling around inside of her stomach and knowing that it was wrong to lust after someone after a single night.

"Calvin...it's me. I need to be able to see you again."

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Keith Logan · Sep 18, 2024

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The captain felt a great sense of pride and accomplishment when her folds were already embarrassingly drenched even before he touched her crux, or anywhere even remotely close to it. It was just his kiss, and his display of aggression that seemed to have served as a potent foreplay for the lady. In three minutes, he was already beginning to understand how her body worked, something that Theo still struggled to grasp even up till that day. Her boyfriend had always been puzzled as to why Alessa could never get off. He had tried diligently to scour the net, at least during the former half of their relationship, to practice the many generic advices given - indulge her with some sensual massage, doing.. household chores, singing her words of praise, treat her to a nice meal prior to the lead up to the night; he had even wrecked his wallet for Alessa for god knows how many times before. Nothing seemed to work, if not, he barely missed the mark, which made it all the more frustrating. She was happy, some times. But sexually, she was a black box to Theodore. Eventually, he just resigned himself to the fact that his girlfriend was one of the many women who belonged to the statistical majority that simply could not achieve orgasm from sex.

The display of Calvin's confidence that amounted to arrogance at the end of the seven minutes was not that of blind faith. He handed her his name card, knowing full well that she would accept it. He knew it, because he had on a few testing occasions, released his grip over her head during her oral assault, just to see how Alessa would get on with it. Every single time, she kept the deep throat going, on her own accord. She could have stopped for a breather. But she didn't. He knew from that, that she was game. What was less certain, was that he was unsure if Alessa would bring herself to contact him, once the heat dwindled and the dust, settled. It was a bit of a gamble. Later that night, he thought on hindsight, that maybe, he should have pressed on - Alessa had shown that she was certainly ripe for the taking, willing to be taken. It might well have been a missed opportunity.

On the flip side however, he fully well understood the notion of how absence can make the heart grow fonder. He was no stranger to that feeling, having had his fair share of dealing with the opposite gender for his entire life. Proverbially, if Alessa was truly meant to be his ~~plaything~~ muse, she will find her way back into his steady arms by her own volition, even if he let her go. There is no surer way to discover the extent of one's loyalty or dedication to the cause.

The wait was nervy, just a little. But it took less than eighteen hours before he received a call from an unfamiliar number the next morning.

He would normally dismiss a call from random numbers. And had the scandalous memory of the previous night hadn't opportunistically intruded into his mind at that moment in time, he would have rejected the call straight away. His gut feeling told him that the person on the other end of the line was that someone he had been wishfully expecting. And sure enough, when the call connected, the familiar voice came through from the other side - and with much evident desperation.

"Calvin...it's me. I need to be able to see you again."

How sweet is that?

"It is barely pass eight in the morning. You could have texted me, you know?" Alessa could not see. But from his tone, one could visualise a certain calmest of grin that was the likely expression on his face on the other end of the line. "But it's funny how I was just thinking about you right before you called. " He paused, seemingly fumbling on his phone for a bit judging from the sounds, before Alessa's phone vibrated from receiving an image sent to her phone from Calvin. The man, likely added a touch of filter to the visual he had just sent.

"This, is what you've done to me, Alessa. I reckon.. it is your responsibility to fix this mess that you've just created."
"I missed you."

It was surreal how they had only hooked up for seven minutes the previous night. Yet, they were talking to each other as if they had been in love for ages. Such was the sizzling chemistry between the pair that came out of the blue. The irony, being that Theodore was the one who served as the initial spark to it all. Had he not pushed her to come to the party, Alessa wouldn't have discovered how true passion could strike, and how much about herself that she actually didn't really know.

"My schedule is packed for the whole of next three weeks, except.. for this coming Thursday." That was four days from that Sunday morning. And that coming Thursday? It was supposed to be Theodore's birthday. "I would love to take you on a nice staycation, somewhere, so we can.. talk and get to know each other a little more. That would mean that I'll need you take the entire day off up till the next noon, however. Think you'll be down for it?" Oblivious to Alessa, the man had already done his homework and put in deep thought prior to his rather spontaneous proposal. He was invited to Theodore's birthday celebration, and that went without saying that Alessa must surely be present too. That was precisely the reason why he thought it was perfect - he wanted to pry the lady away from her boyfriend, lest he would get a chance to taint her with his touches on the night that he was highly likely to do so. No, he could not stand the thought of it, even though his new found obsession was completely illogical - who were they, even?

Officially, Alessa was Theo's, and she hadn't even considered, and probably wasn’t anywhere close to denouncing him as her boyfriend. And Calvin? He was nobody to her in the formal sense. Yet, he could not help it. The euphoria from the previous night was still lingering high and mighty in his head, and it was filled with an abundance of promises. Surely, he had to try to pounce on the opportunity, however arduous the road ahead might be looking for him?

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PreciousKitten · Sep 18, 2024

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The pause that took place on her end of the phone felt palpable, like Alessa truly had to take a moment to let all of this sink in and make sure that it was real and not just a vivid dream. She allowed a sigh to pass through her lips, clearly agreeing with Calvin that the urgency of a call was hardly needed here unless the aim was to simply get the chance to hear his voice again. "I know it is really early, I did not think that part through I suppose." Prone to spontaneity had been a way of life for her since middle school, that and the blond worried if she gave herself that extra hour or two to cool down that she might lose the initial nerve.

Alessa blinked a few times when she lifted the phone up to her gaze, able to clearly see the image that was sent and the 'responsibility' that he so easily spoke of when it came to it being all because of her. She even noted the way her teeth took to nibbling along her lower lip, clearly entranced by it and silently wishing that Calvin was here so that the two of them could satisfy that itch together. But Calvin mentioned about being pretty busy for the rest of the up-and-coming three weeks barring the exception of Thursday. Why in the world did that day seem like it held importance. 'Fuck, that is Theo's birthday!'

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Could she really make an excuse to miss out on his nineteenth birthday just so she got the chance to spend time with another man? Alessa was the one in charge of organizing the small party for him, even sending out personal invitations to some of his friends on campus so that it would lessen the loneliness he felt about not being at home with his parents to celebrate. Fingers were in a death grip on the phone inside of them, nerves clearly coming to the forefront as the blond even considered it and found herself hard pressed to tell Calvin no. A steeling breath went in and out, chest heaving with the intake and shaking along with the exhale. "...Alright...this Thursday."

Soft blue eyes shifted onto the sleeping form of Theo, a nagging sensation pooling in the pit of her stomach but even that guilt was not enough to get her to call it off at the last second. "Tell me what I'll need to bring along with me, that way I can get stuff situated before then." Her voice sounded a tad cold at the moment, almost devoid of emotion entirely and the female happened to be going on autopilot at the moment while emotionally being checked out.

"I missed you."

"I missed you, too." She found herself saying it without even a moment to hesitate, like the blond truly meant it from the bottom of her heart. Barely even a day had passed and now she seemed to be infatuated with the idea of being with Calvin, and it did not just seem to stop at the physical aspect of it all. After being deprived of a true relationship these past two years or so, it made the blond desperate for any kind of actual connection that did not make her feel like it was left solely on her to take care of everything. Calvin was right, Theo had become much too comfortable in the knowledge that Alessa would remain steadfast by his side through the thick and thin and did nothing to reward her for that kind of absolute commitment. Hell, he was even starting to balk at the material things she used to take the place of proper intimacy which severely lacked in their relationship.

"If privacy is what we need, I can leave my phone at the dorm. If Theo asks about it later on, I can always say it was an accident." Alessa began to adjust the zipper on her skirt and examine the look of it in the nearby full-length mirror, since there were no classes until the afternoon and even then, it was only the one and it left the rest of that day to personal time. Her mind quickly coming up with a rather naughty idea, taking the phone in her hand and adjusting is so that she could pull up the length of her shirt and reveal pert breasts and snap a quick video of them before hitting 'send'

Alessa sent a small text along with the recording, able to readjust everything and make it seem as if nothing was wrong just before her boyfriend began to stir in the bed.

"Call this a bit of inspiration and my way of taking responsibility."

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Keith Logan · Sep 19, 2024

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"I know it is really early, I did not think that part through I suppose."

“No, you did not. Must have been really difficult I’d imagine, for you to be battling against your thoughts, prior to making this call. For how long have you been awake doing so?”

Again, his arrogance was showing through. But Calvin was quite convinced that was exactly what had happen with Alessa. He was quite convinced, that he was able to read the girl like an open book, simply because it felt like there was a certain connection that was rapidly being galvanised into something that would go beyond a fleeting spark between them. It was early days. But that bridge between them felt like it was beginning to solidify into something real, metaphorically tangible, and hopefully, persistent.

When Calvin put forth his suggested time window consisting of only one option, the ensuing silence was deafening, barring awkward. Well, not exactly deafening, considering that he could hear Alessa's slow, deep gushes of breath coming through his ear speaker crisp and clear. He knew he was truly pushing her boundary, and he had no right to do so, considering that he just swept himself in from nowhere. This was dating all over again - the thrill of the chase and its unknown. Typically seen by many as a man who cannot be moved and ever confidently assured of his emotions, Calvin would be lying if he said he wasn't at least, slightly anxious. No, he definitely would never admit that out loud. But with a catch like Alessa, it was hard to not feel something.

Honestly, how did Theodore even manage to land himself a girl like Alessa? Obviously, he had little context to their history. But as far as his perspective went, as a neutral bystander, their interests and demeanour seemed miles apart. Yes, he could see why she might have fallen for his boyish charm. But Alessa was out of this world, in terms of beauty and the way she carried herself. She might be a little bit of a princess based on his observations of her from afar, but that was something he could certainly handle - a brat tamer. Furthermore, one was behaving like a boy who was desperately trying to fit into the masses, while the other, a woman who knew what she wanted, and wasn't afraid to chart her own path and act on it - her various self-initiatives taken from last night up until that point, were cases in point. How difficult would it be to be sharing such a plethora of contrasts and differing values between two people in a relationship? What was still keeping them together? Sentiments?

That's silly. He thought. Alessa doesn't belong with him.
If he could just make her see that.

"...Alright...this Thursday."

He smiled.
"I'm glad you got your priorities right."

Not one mention was made about Thursday actually being Theodore's sacred day of the year. But he knew, she knew, he knew what the Thursday conundrum was all about - mind games. It was evident that his brazenness was growing by the inches as time went by, shamelessly barging his way into her life, shoving Theodore aside at every given opportunity as he seek to replace him by her side, like he believed it was his rightful throne. Could she not already start to see from the initial glimpses that they were meant to be? Oftentimes, he found himself needing to drag his feet to oblige and pander Theodore just to get into his good books, so he would be able to convince him to play to his hand. It was honestly painful. But it was only now that his cumulative effort of trying to accommodate and entertain Theodore for a total of six painstaking months, that had finally started to pay dividend. And he sure intended to milk it nice and right.

"I'm sure Joshua and Anthony will do a decent job taking over the reins of planning for your boyfriend's birthday party. He seemed to have enjoyed hanging around with the lads last night. You can at least take comfort in that. Sorry that this is going to be a little harder on you. For me, I reckon Theo will be fine with me being unable to turn up due to a last minute family emergency. We should stagger, so it doesn't seem suspicious. I'll inform him at the eleventh hour. You should probably warn him sooner about your absence. " For Calvin, it was an exhilarating cheap thrill for him, planning for an illicit activity behind the back of someone supposedly close. along with someone that he deeply fancied. It was so wrong. But it felt so right. When she reciprocated without a second's doubt telling him that she missed him too, Alessa had no idea how fuzzy he felt within, despite his humming sound of relative ambivalence in response.

"If privacy is what we need, I can leave my phone at the dorm. If Theo asks about it later on, I can always say it was an accident."

"That wouldn't be necessary. I highly doubt your boyfriend is going to buy that. He can be a little bit.. pushy, edgy and paranoid at times. You're too active over on your social media accounts for you to be reckless enough to 'leave your phone behind.' You're just going to be inviting more questions." Calvin seemed to know Alessa more than she might have anticipated. He did that with her body the previous night. And now, he had thoughtful insights about her personal life too. For all Alessa knew, the man might well be so attuned to her, that his instincts knew her better than she knew herself.

"Better to pivot yourself with some half truths. If I remember correctly, you posted on your Instagram some time before about you working on a novel of some sort?"
"Lucky for you, there is a Writer's Fair up at San Fran this coming week. And on Thursday of all days, there is a social segment where aspiring writers can network with reps from publication companies. This is your opportunity, Alessa."

"I've done my research." There was a pause, possibly a smile on the other end of the line. "We'll take an early morning flight up so we can catch the event and have ample time to ourselves after. Don't worry about the expenses. It will be all on me." Wouldn't she like to know how he could afford that with a college budget? It's a fairly common knowledge amongst his peers that Calvin wasn't born with a silver spoon, so it was unlikely that he was spending mummy or daddy's money. Rumour has it too, that he had got some kind of a side hustle going. He must be doing pretty well to be able to afford a spontaneous trip that would be considered extravagant for a typical college student, needless to say, to pay for another person.

It was then that he soon received a video clip from Alessa. It elicited a soft grin on his face. It was conveniently timely that she afforded him a glimpse of her inspiration right after he offered to lavish her with a free tip. He knew he shouldn't be quick to judge. But it really did feel like the offer of the short vacation itself led to her decision to reward him with that little tidbit of an eye candy.

"Nice try. But it is not helping to fix my morning glory one bit. So you still have your responsibility. Lucky for you, I'm a relatively patient man. I'll meet you directly at the airport. Probably wouldn't want to draw the attention of whisperers amongst us by leaving from college together. And as to what I want you to bring along? Well. I trust you to make yourself pretty and accessible, for me."

".. Morning babe." Theodore finally woke up from his slumber, fingers rubbing his dreamy eyes.

"I heard that. Guess it's cue to hang up. We should text via discord or something, if you have, or can make an account. Catch up in a bit." Calvin hung up, but was quick to follow up with two text messages.

Calvin's number: HurricaneHercules. Add me.
Calvin's number: Delete this after.

"Mmhh.."
"I would never get tired of the sight of you looking like that in the morning."

Theodore grinned. He was referring to her in nothing but her panties and her body-con cotton spag that struggled to contain her sumptuous bosoms, and the manner in which her nipples boldly peeked through the fabric. His right hand might be underneath the duvet. But it wouldn't take much guessing what he was exactly up to with his consistent soft motion of his arm, jerking up and down.

"Come back to bed, baby."

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PreciousKitten · Sep 19, 2024

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Alessa felt the way that her body instinctively jumped up at the gentle noise that came from behind her, alluding to the fact that Theodore had woken up from his drunken slumber and the brief connection to Calvin was severed to avoid detection. Optics narrowed a little as she glanced down at the two text messages being sent one after the other, indicating a Discord username and to delete the message after adding him there. Fingers were deft at providing the login information, adding him as a proper friend on there and sending what would be the first ongoing message between them.

NightmareNymph : Here, now you have mine.

She just managed to delete the messages mentioning the trip and their absence before noticing that Theo was attempting to coerce her over to the bed, now that he was awake there appeared to be a common problem to deal with as a result. The blond honestly began to feel like this was a kind of chore in its own way, to go over and help her boyfriend to take care of his carnal needs and in turn only stir her own into an absolute frenzy. Rarely if ever did he talk about proper reciprocation, taking advantage of the fact that Alessa never brought it up and blindly assuming that meant the female was content. Big mistake, to not ask or even take the initiative to toy with her in kind.

"Ah, so someone finally decided to wake up from their drunken coma." A fair bit of bite still laced in those words, but the look on her face took on a softer approach so Theo could easily take it as all being in jest and not serious. After all, with the information she would need to inevitably drop onto him within the next couple of hours it would be better to just play along with him for now and not start an argument. She began to walk over to his side, stopping just short of the edge and the finishing move came in the form of her bra being pulled up over both breasts and left to drop onto the floor. "Come on, Theo - do something about it."

Alessa noticed the way that her boyfriend struggled a bit to come up with a plan of action, so instead the blond took a form of mercy and laid across the bed and pushed both breasts together with an indication to simply kneel over her and use the angle to his advantage. Her grip was gentle at first when he finally made it over and after kneeling down left the rest of it up to her like usual. On the inside, the blond pictured something and someone entirely different in Theo's current position and it proved to be the only thing that got her truly into the sexual act. Tongue stretching out at first as if to taunt her boyfriend, quick and precise jerking motions that were practiced and knew what kind of pressure and flick of the wrist it took to achieve the result of the semen now spurting out over a French manicure and landing across softly tanned skin.

Instead of saying anything else, Alessa began to maneuver herself to grab the box of tissues that were kept on the nightstand and begin the task of cleaning up. Theo might have been disappointed early on that the blond was not a fan of swallowing, but once she told him he had never even so much as tried to push the issue again. Once again, it proved just how much he was willing to compromise on and settle to keep peace between the two of them. Not like she could not be just as guilty of it, using his good mood in the aftermath to soften the blow of a shopping spree or a sudden trip that popped up on the day of his birthday.

"You are reading too much into this, Theo. I had no idea they would be changing the date of the Writer's Fair, but this is my big chance!" Alessa tried desperately to reason with the male who was now trying not to pace up and down the length of their shared dorm, obviously frazzled and deeply upset by the proverbial bomb she had dropped on him at the last second. Still, he had to realize how special this opportunity was and that another one like it would not show up for months if not years down the line. Yet here he was, fuming and throwing an absolute tantrum that one might expect out of a legitimate child and not a grown man.

"Or is this your way of telling me one birthday is worth more than my dreams?" That sentence managed to cut the tension mounting in the room like a knife through butter, and the manner in which that energy shifted rested entirely on her boyfriend's response to the posed question. Theo for the most part did not seem even remotely apologetic when the answer had come out, even making sure that their gazes were locked when it happened.

"Yes, I am." Those words barely had a chance to come out before the stinging sensation of a slap to his face and the blossoming pain forming on Alessa's left palm and inside her chest alike. The smack came on a whim and if the tears threatening to spring into both eyes were anything to go by, the blond immediately regretted it, but it was too late to take it all back. It shook her to the very core that such a reaction could spring up in a matter of seconds, but the shocking part of it was just how highly Theo seemed to feel about her potential career as a publisher author.

"I am sorry that you feel that way, but it's clear we might end up needing the space between us for a day or two." Her vocal tone was succinct and held an obvious bitterness to it, not able to hide the disgust and disappointment that she felt at just how he had reacted to such a benign request. If anything, it had only served in driving her further into the arms of Calvin even if that had never been Theo's intent.

She curled up in one of the corners of the room, taking to the act of typing away at the short novel on her laptop and pouring out the feelings that were personal and usually private onto digital pen and paper format.

Desperate to escape the mundane and suffocating life, she became willing to do anything; so long as it made the woman feel alive again.

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Keith Logan · Sep 19, 2024

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<8.11am> HurricaneHercules: Indeed, you are mine.
<8.12am> HurricaneHercules: And NightmareNymph? You’re gonna need to tell me about the story behind it.
<8.12am> HurricaneHercules: I can’t believe your handle follows the exact format of mine.
<8.12am> HurricaneHercules: You must have got it changed before you added me.
<8.13am> HurricaneHercules: But I like. Every Hercules needs a Nymph.

The partner in crime was quick to drop a string of return text messages once she had him added. But whether she had remained online long enough to have received and read them, he wouldn't know, given the hasty circumstance that forced them to end their call.

It was the case of poor communication between the high school sweethearts. And then there was Alessa's increasingly sky high expectations border lining unrealistic, of wanting to be treated like a royalty, as she grew older and more knowledgeable about what men, as opposed to what boys, could truly offer. One would never be contented nor satisfied, if there is a perpetual desire to compare between what it is, and what it can be. Theodore seemed to be a victim of Alessa's impulse to climb the social ladder, or any ladder for that matter. Had Alessa been more willing to be frank and honest about her dissatisfaction, her needs, Theodore might have been spurred to review and revise. Theo however, being a stereotypical happy-go-lucky boy, would remain clueless for as long as Alessa never voiced her concern. And it didn't help, that Alessa seemed stubbornly insistent that it is the man's job to be able to read her mind, and be telepathically attuned to her needs.

It was wild, unfair, and highly self-centered.

"Ah, so someone finally decided to wake up from their drunken coma."

"You're really fond of making snide remarks recently, aren't you? I just complimented you, and this is the first thing you greeted me with in the morning. You were never like this when we first dated." Theodore responded in equal, measured venom, restrained, only because Alessa herself didn't go all out. But it was true. Alessa had changed, a lot, but not for the better, in his opinion. It seemed the material world and the constant exposure to unrealistic life and relationship stories inundating from hours of scrolling through social media platform had polluted her mind. Alessa was pure no more. Theo missed the days that they would frolic down green patches of grass without a care in the world, with their phones slipped into their bags, far out of their hands' reach. Back then, they were better able to focus on them, and only them.

Theodore's desire to fit into the upper rungs of the college social hierarchy might have also been in part, due to his increasing disillusion with his relationship with Alessa. He still loved Alessa dearly, down to an outrageous level in fact. But he often found himself needing to drag his feet to appease and take on initiatives to shower Alessa with affection, when she had been consistently putting him down with her random remarks like the most recent bit, which was totally uncalled for. Above that, she kept asking for more, despite knowing that he was already scrimping on his own lifestyle just to keep up with what Alessa was asking of from him. Being with the rugby lads was a much needed outlet and respite for him. Because the big boys, whom he now associated them as his big brothers, always generously offered to pay for his share whenever they were out. It was his only means of leisure, for he could not have afforded such a lifestyle otherwise.

Alessa didn't understand that her selfish needs were the very reasons that was making him seek out the boys, which in turn, was forming a wedge in their relationship. Obviously however, Alessa would be more than happy to play the blame game. It served as a convenient excuse to justify her messing around, in the way that she did the previous night, and even embarking on what looked set to be an illicit arrangement ahead, simply because Theodore was 'not good enough.' Had she even tried to meet him in the middle for a start? From Theodore's perspective, he believed he had always been the one to try harder to hold on to their relationship.

It was a bizarre mix of emotions coursing through his mind. He was hurt. At the same time, it was difficult to get too angry with a girl as fine as Alessa. She could tip the scale of an argument in her favour by just showing her pretty face, pulling out the puppy eyes and baring her tits. And it seemed that was just what she did.

Honestly, he was hoping for a morning of lovey dovey playful sex, just like old times. Instead, Alessa got down to business like it was nothing more than transactional. Her next pair of stilettos amounted to a hand job. No sex, no blow job, but a hand job. It was regressive. But how do one approach a topic like that? It wasn't exactly easy for a soft natured guy like Theodore, who at the heart of him, was a boy that cared a lot for others, especially Alessa, and refused to do anything that might hurt her physically, and mentally.

But beggars can't be choosers. He was so deprived of affection lately, he was most glad to metaphorically devour a meagre hand job just try to appease his completely famished sexual appetite, even if it was just for a little.
The hand job didn't take long. Just after three minutes, he came. It felt good for a couple of seconds. His lean body convulsed, knees bucked a bit as his body crumbled like a broken twig in that precious little moment. There was a short burst of soft moans and shallow breaths. And then, it was back to that familiar air of emptiness.

***

"You are reading too much into this, Theo. I had no idea they would be changing the date of the Writer's Fair, but this is my big chance!"
"Or is this your way of telling me one birthday is worth more than my dreams?"
"Yes, I am."

Had they been back at high school, Theodore would be more than thrilled for her to head down to the Writer's Fair. But he had been in such a state of emotional and financial destitution lately, that he simply could not bear the thought of her taking away yet another rare moment of joy from him. He felt so wrecked within, that he could no longer take any more of her requests kindly. He needed to fight for his own happiness. He needed her to know that it was not okay, that he was not okay. Of course he would have loved for her to succeed and flourish, but not at the expense of his sanity; her joy at the expense of his sorrow. This is not what a relationship is all about, he thought.

When a slap connected across his cheek, and a very harsh one, his eyes widened. This was stooping down to a new low. Never would he have previously imagine Alessa capable of doing such a thing, to him. "Are you for real Alessa? This is not the first instance that you had very conveniently labeled as 'a dream' to get me to accede to your many requests. Be honest with yourself. I am starting to think you're treating me as a second rate, because that is exactly how I feel!" His voice, though slightly raised, still had a hint of restrain. His mixed bag of emotions, clearly showing through from his eyes.

"I am sorry that you feel that way, but it's clear we might end up needing the space between us for a day or two."

"What are you talking about? Where will you be going?" There was a sudden air of franticness in his voice. Before he could reach out to Alessa, she already began stomping towards the corner of their room. Her ensuing silence and her blatantly disregard at acknowledging his presence from that point, had him devasted. Quietly, he got himself dressed. Perhaps she needed a moment to herself. He figured it would be better to allow her the space that she requested for to calm down, then they can be in a better mental space to talk things out. With his hoodie slipped on, he headed towards the exit, stopped and turned around, before addressing Alessa one last time. "I'll come back in an hour or two, and we can talk, okay?"

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<9.01am> HurricaneHercules: Hope you hadn't gotten yourself into some sort of trouble.

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PreciousKitten · Sep 20, 2024

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Just like anything else, the attraction and fancy that existed between the middle school sweethearts became tainted due to the views of the real world and what it valued. Innocence fleeting and slipping through her fingers like the sunlight which graces the mid-morning sky, becoming too much like the masses that surrounded the girl on the street. Empty, devoid of life and anything that might make her develop the ability to stand out among the rest.

She so desperately wanted to fit in, to belong; that her heart stopped beating and grew to become entangled in vines. Feelings were not something required to get ahead in life, so her emotional well dried up and became barren much like the rest of her. By now, all that remains is a hollowed-out shell, one so desperate for affection and understanding that she would do the unthinkable. That being to betray the one she held so dear for all of these years and make him into nothing short of a stranger.

Fingers rapidly continued onward, some part of Alessa looked to be possessed and encompassed in the text as if it were the only shred of humanity that existed inside of her anymore. To the outside world, the blond had it all - looks, intellect, and a boyfriend more than willing to get down on hands and knees just at a shot of pleasing her. The heart of Alessa, or what might qualify as such; felt jaded and cool to the touch. The blond struggled to come up with a way to even bring about conversation, pleading that someone, anyone would be able to understand the situation and have a method to fix the damage.

Alessa could feel the tug on her heart to look at the cellphone which was letting off the occasional dull 'ping' to signal the presence of a new text message, it almost begged her to read it to alleviate some of the ache and emptiness that was being housed there. Calvin would understand, or at least try to listen to her before throwing insults and blame. In her own twisted ideology, the male she met the night prior already surpassed Theo in many ways. She casually scrolled through the messages on discord, a small smile creeping onto her lips in kind.

<8.34 a.m> NightmareNymph : Oh, there is a story behind it, but I will tell you all about it later.
<8.34 a.m> NightmareNymph : For now, I'd rather just iron out some of the details for the trip.
<8.35 a.m> NightmareNymph : Namely the important question...do you have a favorite color, my Hercules?

Her attention left the phone screen after sending the last text, allowing Calvin a bit of time to respond without further hassle on her end. Besides, the two would end up seeing each other in a couple of days anyway. Appearing too needy too fast was considered a bad look, it broke conventional girl code to text the other guy before a full twenty-four hours had passed. Not like he seemed to mind that, if anything, Calvin was thrilled to have the blond hooked without truly lifting a finger. It took out quite a bit of the guess work, instead all that she was required to do was give in and feel.

Some part of her could recognize the passing of time, but despite that and the absence of Theo the blond was content to type away at her phone. While she waited for some kind of answer from Calvin, it gave her time to look up sights to see and do while in San Francisco. This might be a once in a lifetime opportunity, best to get as much culture out of the experience even though part of the female doubted that the pair would do much sightseeing inside of the city itself. No, Alessa knew that the senior had another ulterior motive for taking her outside of the college campus, and it had nothing to do with the destination of the trip as the freedom it presented.

While they were in the city, no one knew that they were not just the normal couple on a vacation. There would be no need to hide in the shadows or steal a glance from across the room in fear of being discovered and made to face the trial and jury of her boyfriend and the student body as a whole. It sounded like pure bliss, and Alessa found herself anxious and the wait became practically unbearable.

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Keith Logan · Sep 20, 2024

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<9.02am> HurricaneHercules: A story to kickstart a getaway?
<9.02am> HurricaneHercules: I'm looking forward to it already.
<9.03am> HurricaneHercules: As for colors, it depends.
<9.03am> HurricaneHercules: White by day. Red by night. Black in certain circumstance, my nympho.

Calvin took close to half an hour to reply, not because he intended to play mind games, but that he actually took the time to go through his morning self-care routine. But wouldn't she like to know? The captain wasn't one who would care for going through the hassle and pain of mental gymnastics. Whatever that he wanted? He always got them, through direct routes that never involved beating around the bush. If it ever came down to it, the use of gaslighting, if not sheer brute force, were viable candidate solutions as last resort. The bottom line was, he was a go-getter who always met his objectives and desires through whatever means necessary.

Theodore, true to his words, returned just under two hours. However, she was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps she needed more time to herself, which he could understand. So he closed his eyes and told himself that he should relent to her, again, like he always did. Over the year, he had discovered that the best solution, was still to try to appease to his girlfriend, even though it hurted his pride to do so, even though in half of the occasions, she was in the wrong, and he was in the right.

Even in the present scenario, sure, the Writer's Fair was important. But if Alessa was to be true to herself, was the fair - something she didn't really care to find out for herself until she was informed at the eleventh hour of its existence - the primary reason why she decided to bail on her boyfriend's birthday celebration? Or was it something else? It was easy to use her ambition as a guise and a convenient excuse. Would Alessa be more willing to oblige Calvin in the hypothetical scenario that he asked of her to spend time with him anywhere in San Francisco but the Writer's Fair, if he asked?

Theo wanted to talk to Alessa as an honest, grown adult. But each time he tried to do so whenever she was back at their dorm room, she gave him her trademark cold shoulder, and pretended he didn't even exist within their shared space. Instead, she became more and more isolated and obsessed about writing her god damn fucking book, literally typing away almost all of the time he saw her in their room, as if she was deliberately trying to rub it into him. It was fucking cruel. It lasted beyond hours, going into a day, then days. Before long, it was early dawn of that fateful Thursday.

He found his sleep disturbed, waking up at two in the morning. By then, he felt so emotionally neglected and affectionately deprived, that he simply could not take it any longer. He had resigned himself to wanting to apologise to Alessa, again. He could never win against her whenever she pulled the silent treatment. He knew there was no way he could convince her to stay for the day. The least he could do, was to do some damage control, and at least not have them part before her trip on a sour note. He flipped to Alessa's side of the bed, ready to do the chivalrous thing, only to find that it was too late. She had already left the dorm room whilst he was asleep, pretty damn early. It was peculiar, especially since he could not help but snoop around the previous day and found a printed itinerary of her flight that stated that her plane does not depart until half eight in the morning.

It was clear to him then, that she probably couldn't have waited to leave.

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"Good morning, Nightmare Nymph. You certainly don't look like a nightmare. But a nymph, I can see."

His voice was low and deep, but soft and tender, which was characteristically in stark contrast to his imposing broader, over towering form and dominant attitude. Calvin pulled her in by the waist the moment she got within his reaching distance the first time they reunited in days. His large, slightly calloused palms fitting so perfectly between her hourglass concave on each side. Ever since then, jackets on or not, it didn't stop them from roaming their hands all over each other's body, up until they were finally lifted off from the ground.

"I'm owed a story, love."

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PreciousKitten · Sep 24, 2024

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The act of packing for the trip was relatively easy and took little time to do, able to sift through her own closet and pick out a couple of things that matched Calvin's preference and those were the first to be deposited into the suitcase. Afterwards, all that was left to do was bade time until the early morning flight and do her absolute best to avoid Theodore. Which the last day or two before the trip proved to be insanely difficult, having to wake up to a muffled alarm and change into a suitable outfit that would at least be comfortable for the plane ride that would last a good couple of hours to reach the destination. Alessa bit her lip in quiet contemplation as she looked back to notice that her boyfriend was still slumbering peacefully, totally unaware of what was really taking place and quite lucky to maintain that blissful ignorance in a way.

Alessa managed to beat a majority of the crowd to the airport itself, quite eager to get there and make sure that she did not keep him waiting for too long. The blond still had some doubts lingering just below the surface, but whatever they were ended up being squashed entirely at the first sight of Calvin across the way. An outright squeal making itself known when he had picked her up as if she weighed nothing at all, bringing them into an embrace that felt right even if with the way hands were wandering it skirted the outer lying edges of public indecency. Of course, the intimacy was short lived and found both being seated on the plane side by side. Alessa raised an eyebrow at the question for the story she mentioned, along with the word love which honestly caused her heart to race a bit faster in the confines of her chest. How could he bring about such a rapid change in her body that Theo could not manage in almost two whole years now?

"Well, the story is not quite as glorious as it might sound given the name. Let's just say I have gotten rather drunk before and had to be physically carted from quite a few parties before. Some I was even told I began to strip right there on the spot." Not that she remembered a single detail of any of it, only relying on Theo and some of the friends she had in high school to relay the story and even then, there was likely to be embellishments to make it sound juicier the day after. "So, the nickname of nymph came to be with some of the jocks from where we grew up. I was a late bloomer, otherwise there is a good chance I might have ended up coming to college entirely single." Alessa admitted this without a hint of remorse on flawless skin, like it might be something to be proud of when in fact to a majority it just made the blond appear quite conceited.

Instead of taking up the seat assigned to her, she chose to pull herself onto Calvin's lap and take up residence there while basking in both the heat of his body and the gleaming sunlight cascading through the window nearby. It felt right, and despite the glances and odd gawking stares that the other passengers afforded to them it did not stop the blond from making herself comfortable there. Alessa sighed softly, allowing her head to rest in the crook of his neck and slowly let the outside world fade away so that all that remained was the two of them and the beating of dual hearts. How could such unbridled joy be seen in a negative light?

"I also brought along my personal camera, that way we can take some pictures as a kind of souvenir of the trip." She might end up having to become creative with where the photos of such a rendezvous were kept, but the temptation to have some salacious pictures of Calvin was too great to feasibly pass up. Alessa hummed as the plane had taken off, only moving to her own seat long enough to not receive a tongue lashing from the stewardess but once the flashing light indicating that seatbelts could be taken off, she found herself once more cradled in that familiar warmth. Eyes growing a bit heavy now and again, like she might actually have the chance to fall asleep with how comfortable it felt to be in his presence again.

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Keith Logan · Sep 25, 2024

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"Did you actually?" Calvin asked in mild amusement. It was also at the same time that he picked up the sealed bag of blanket and ripped the plastic apart, before draping the fresh thin layer of fleece over her body after she took it upon herself settle on his lap, seconds after she figured the distance of a few inches apart was too much for her to bear, and that she needed to be closer to her date. It seemed chivalrous and gentlemanly, albeit too much of an uneasy display for the unfortunate pairs of eyes within the vicinity that could not escape the show the pair of seemingly long lost lovers was putting up.

In actuality, the cover of the blanket was not so much to keep Alessa warm, but for his metaphoric pair of serpents to slitter along her fine body form. At some point, his dominant right slipped pass the bottom rim of her blouse. The nails of his fingers, sensually brushing a few teasing circles around her taut stomach, leaving a ticklish trail. "Well, I hope I don't need to have to rely on alcohol to get you to strip down, for me." Then, his palm withdrew, glided up against the fabric up north until it arrived at the top of her blouse. Blatantly assuming he had the license to roam freely, he nimbly pulled her blouse down along with her bra cup, giving the luckier tit a comprehensive round of sensual, yet firm groping. There was no shame when he spoke, along with his accompanying action, as if they were a couple conversing about just any typical mundane topic. He might have lowered his decibels, just a little. But if any of the other passengers around their economy seats were not oldies with hearing deficits, there was every likelihood that they would have heard all that he had said, and more to come.

"Shame you couldn't bloom a little later. Then you might have have been mine, exclusively. I wonder.. what is the nymph's body count?" If Alessa seemed that proud to be donning her lascivious little label, he figured he'd indulge her in her guilty pleasure, just to keep the smile on her face going for longer. Her smile. Alessa had no idea how much she could weaponize that charm of hers against him, or any heterosexual man for that matter.

The entrée of his dirty talk was served along with the act of Calvin leaning into her neck, devouring it out of the blue. Alessa placed it within his precarious reach. And given how insatiable his appetite was for his love of passionate exchange, her sensitive stretch was essentially a golden bait, enticing the biggest catch to sink his teeth into her flesh better than Edward Cullen could ever do. He didn't seem to care that they were being watched. They weren't committing a crime. So that was all that mattered. The man couldn't give two fucks about what society expected of him, of them. At the rate that he was suckling and biting into her, she would most likely end up being branded on her neck for days, or even a few weeks to come. "Or on second thought, maybe it's good that I am not your first. I suppose I'd have to thank all the boys you'd been with before that made you who you are today?"

"For one, you sure know how to get a man ticking." His mouth eventually made a stop at her earlobes, nibbling on it up until her pinna, then whispering on. "... I can't wait to show you how much I... appreciate you."
"... appreciate you for making yourself available for our spontaneous little getaway."

"I also brought along my personal camera, that way we can take some pictures as a kind of souvenir of the trip."

Calvin tried his mightiest to contain a titter. It was an unspoken thought. But he was confident what the souvenir exactly entailed, given the circumstance of things. She seemed to have a knack for playing herself out to be innocent, when he knew based on their limited interactions with one another, that she was anything but. "I like. Lucky for you, I quite like photography as one of my hobbies as well. I was nine when I first got my amateurish camera. I am sure we will get a chance to collab and produce an artistic album, together. Hopefully, yours is a DSLR, so we can even get some moving pictures in as well."

"And perhaps, we could come up with a few meaningful graphics to go along with the book that you are working on."

"On that note, what are you even writing about?"

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PreciousKitten · Sep 28, 2024

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“That depends, will there be more involved than just the initial stripping?” Alessa managed to retort with a certain grace to the words, almost a little too smooth with the initial delivery given the groping that took place mere moments after. Damn, this man defined the meaning of a tease. She hissed out quietly as those hands insistently massaged one breast underneath the barest hint of cover that the sheet provided, pretty sure that anyone who looked across the way would be able to tell just what was going on. Not only that, but the way his teeth all but took to sinking into pliable flesh and no doubt leaving a viable bruise behind to tell the tale almost made the blond tremble in his lap. It took so much effort and willpower to keep from outright melting into the first touch to her skin, barely having the consciousness to squash a moan that would have alerted a nearby stewardess to the arousal brewing behind the otherwise innocent action.

“How was I supposed to say no to you? After all, you were able to fit me into your incredibly busy schedule.” She held no clue that Calvin planned all of this meticulously in advance to make sure that Alessa did not make it to Theo’s birthday party, instead choosing that date in particular to go in for the figurative kill. Shuddering gasps came out in staccato, having to shut both eyes tightly in order to take a deep breath in and try to control the rapid out of control heartbeat. She did become aware of his question regarding her novel, but the mention of making imagery to go along with it made the apple of both cheeks flush a deep crimson hue. How was she supposed to deny such a fervent request? Alessa giggled and took her own chance to nip along the side of his chin, skimming teeth all the way down until the bite ended at the end with a playful snarl to go along for added effect. “Perhaps, and yes, the one I brought along is perfectly capable of making short clips.”

She belatedly had to wonder if letting Calvin in on that was the best option, since now the male might have gotten plans to try and make some homemade videos that could easily break their cover if her boyfriend managed to find it. Though the promise of having something to fuel her fantasies when the two were apart overshadowed the worry about being caught red handed. “The novel - it’s about a woman’s personal journey of discovery. A work in progress going on for around three whole years now.” Alessa twitched a little as she had to adjust herself in his lap, only to come into contact with something that no doubt showed just how interested Calvin was in the current salacious act. “Call it a piece close to the heart.” She mentioned with a smile, since the words written down inside of it were equal parts fiction as facets of truth that shone through to the discerning eye. “Perhaps you will get a chance to read some of it eventually, when I am further into it.”

Instead of dwelling on that topic for much longer, the blond chose to sway her hips back and forth a little bit in an attempt to bring Calvin’s attention onto the sensations at hand. Talk of her novel could wait until later, right now it was much more interesting to see where the hormones could take them. Belatedly the idea of the mile high club crossed her mind, but was discarded after realizing just how cramped the space would be and not the least bit of a romantic atmosphere. Alessa knew it would be best to wait until their arrival to plan anything that was more in depth, despite the way she could already feel a stirring of heat pooling inside of her lower stomach in anticipation. “All I know is, I cannot wait for us to arrive. I don’t know about you, but the wait is eating me alive.”

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Keith Logan · Sep 29, 2024

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“With me, stripping should be synonymous to a basic act of survival. You stripping down for me should become an automatic process, unconscious and life-dependently essential as breathing. It is my endeavour, that if you can’t do that for me at anytime, like right now for instance, leaving you feeling asphyxiated for being restrained.”

“Let’s work towards getting that rule number one seared into the depths of your mind, shall we?” Calvin’s squeezes against her tit intensified, so much so that it was almost clamping down like it was being squashed by a metal vice of a carpentry workbench. It might have hurt. But he half expected the girl to bear his aggressiveness. If she wanted him, she if needed him, then there was a price she needed to pay, which included satiating the beast’s insatiable appetite for the non-vanilla - the man could bring a girl along his rollercoaster ride, precisely because he was drawn to the thrill of exploring new highs and lows few others were bold enough to venture into.

Calvin afforded her a smile when she claimed that she simply couldn’t turn down the only option that was made available for her. But it was an unspoken basic understanding that if she hadn’t been as interested, she wouldn’t be desperate enough to scrap the bottom of the barrel. And that made him really happy. A girl, as fine as Alessa, somehow decided she was willing to unconditionally drop down on her proverbial knees for him, with just seven minutes of condensed, intense interaction. The seven minutes was akin to a movie teaser, and she seemed to be sold into wanting to bring herself to sit through the entire viewing. It was one of the greatest compliments he could receive as a man - a woman willing to push beyond her own comfort zone to appease her man. The niggling question that remained unanswered, was how far Alessa would be willing to go to prove her dedication? That, Calvin was very much interested to unravel.

The captain let out a low moan and a soft primal growl when she bit against his lower lip, in what he thought, was a sneak peek the kind of delightful feistiness the girl might possess. Calvin adore power dynamics. The more combative the girl was, the better. Because arrogant Calvin knew he always wins at the end of the day. And not many things could be sweeter than the taste of victory, of overwhelming and breaking a worthy competition until she is made to bend and submit into unconditional subservience.

Calvin noticed the way her cheeks flushed at his offer to be an active contributor of her work through the introduction of visuals. At first, he thought it was strange, and wasn’t sure why she seemed so worked up without any contextual knowledge of what her novel entailed. But over time, he found himself trying to make smart guesses. His gut sense told him that her work might well be risqué.

Had he not been working his brain, her ensuing gist about the premise of her novel would have sounded innocent and to put bluntly, not that much gripping a tale. And then she said her work was a close reflection of her own life. That certainly got him intrigued, and possibly enrapture. In the broadest sense, she was saying that her novel essentially almost doubled as her journal. If there was one way to give himself a quick crash course into the life and mental construct of his new, very enigmatic muse, it would be to peruse her work with care.

He knew he needed to read her non-fiction.

“Is your work in your personal laptop that you brought along?” He cocked his head softly to the side, the faintest, softest of lob-sided smile emerged from his lips.
“Give me the password to it.” Calvin demanded with utmost calmness in his voice, as if he was absolutely entitled to her entire digital personal space, as if he already had the license to puppeteer her life.

“It’s not a perhaps. I will read your work, soon.”
“If I am going to be sticking around, I want to know what brilliance my girl is capable of conjuring.”

He was however, constantly distracted by the manner in which she insistently grind against his slowly burgeoning discomfort, that was fast becoming a problem. Whilst they were under the veil of the blanket, they were being under increased public scrutiny, no thanks to their attention drawing antics. Yet, Calvin had no intention of stopping. As far as the eclectic man was concerned, nobody could accuse them of breaking the law - there was no outright black and white evidence that anyone could use to accuse them of public indecency, as much as it was incredibly suspicious. Calvin was a dare devil addicted to the exhilaration resulting from risky thrills like that.

“Excuse me, Miss. Not very nice of you to get something hard, without any means to douse the fire you’ve ignited for the foreseeable time ahead.”

The captain’s voice turned into a whisper, after leaning his mouth to her closest ear. Almost immediately, the man went on the counterattack. His digits abandoned her bosom, slipping down her stomach, and then pass the rim of her lacy thong, unceremoniously grabbing it and then yanking it down to her mid thighs.

The next moment, his fingers locked like a steel latch against the exterior of her womanhood, forth and middle finger curled deep within, with the rest secured firmly against her cunt. And then, he started juddering his fingers in bursts of shallow, but insanely rapid yanking, violent in pace. Because he wasn’t thrusting as much as he was more towards quaking locally, working the flicks of his wrist rather than his bicep, it didn’t seem like there was a commotion going on if the people around had their prying eyes on the newly, informally minted lovebirds.

Calvin toyed with her. He took the time to study her body, observing how her body twitched, when any sounds were forced to emit pass her lips, and how and when her body danced to his finger puppeteering. He couldn't be certain. But he made calculated guesses. Whenever he felt like her whole body began to tense, he would very abruptly remove his assaulting right hand out to allow her high to die back down. During these periods, he would run his fingers through her hairstreaks and stroke her tenderly, frequently peppering her with sensual, tender kisses on her cheeks, and up to her scalp, as if he was playing the role of a father comforting his almost-sobbing daughter in distress. For the rest of the flight, Calvin played his little game, as he edged her, over and over again.

Nearing the end of the flight, when the plane was starting to descend to the runway and the seat belt sign turned on, he admonished her with a parting whisper, just when she needed to get back to her seat. “Hope that taught you a lesson about what happens if you ever mess with me.”

He ended, by planting a firm, long kiss against her forehead.

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PreciousKitten · Oct 2, 2024

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Alessa could feel the urge to balk and say something back in return, but there was an air about Calvin that caused those very words to become lodged inside of her throat and unable to move any further. It felt suffocating in a sense, but also an underlying sense of personal thrill that could easily become addictive like the sweetest confectionary or street drug in terms of deemed lethality. She did squash a gasp that would have otherwise come out extremely strangled in nature at the feel of his hands traversing abdominal muscles and making them jump and twitch with each feather light brush of a fingertip. She meagerly nodded at the demand for the password to her computer, like it did not even begin as a question or request but an outright statement that Calvin was owed this much at best. "Of course, the password is Forbidd3nFru1t362” She blinked, slowly at first and the last two were made in quick succession. Not even Theo knew of that password, how had it been so easy for him to coax it out of her?

Her thighs quaked and failed to stay even remotely still once he had hooked his fingers along the inside, but any hope of some kind of release of the tensions became short lived each time Calvin would hush her with a placating kiss to her brow and stroke some wayward locks from her gaze. No, his intention was to keep the blond on the edge of the precipice with no outward sight of plummeting into the ravine below to taste the bliss. All that her body could think to do was rock and sway in a fevered attempt to get even just a second longer of those precious thrusts, only to be denied time and time again and the crystalline droplets that formed in both eyes fell against flushed cheeks and trailed down to full and pouty lips. By the time the descent was set to take place, the female felt much like a newborn fawn when all but ushered back to her assigned seat all the while biting back hiccups of unadulterated euphoria. Despite the itch burning like scorching lava inside of her loins and pulled so tightly that if it were a bowstring the tension would be enough to snap even the toughest of fiber materials. Alessa had never felt so damned satisfied in years.

The hustle of the crowd as it departed the plane made it that much more important for her to remain close to Calvin, sometimes even allowing him to be the one to lead so that her grasp on the bag to her side did not manage to slip and drop it. She did have to wonder about the location of the hotel where they would be staying while in San Francisco, those were details that the blond was not privy to since the male beside her was the one to make the reservations. In fact, Alessa knew very little about the vacation at hand, but something told her that the senior would have it no other way. To keep his perceived prey on her toes and unable to expect the next twist or turn meant to throw her life off kilter.

Her eyes wandered over the sights as the pair hailed a car, or that was her initial thought until the driver appeared to know of both names and even greeted Calvin personally. Just how much thought and effort went into this getaway? That was all that buzzed around inside of her mind, not able to get over the vast expense that most of this must have put onto him and yet he remained relatively unbothered and even would smirk in a way that told the blond he enjoyed the way Alessa openly gaped at such lavish amenities. She could no longer stop the outright amazement when the car stopped in front of a hotel that honestly looked like it might be printed on the cover of some socialite magazine cover, only to be escorted through the front doors and assisted with the luggage up to what later became known as one of the top suites. Then again, the blond had rarely seen a hotel that did not look like it was rustic and clearly dated since a majority of the ones back home were lower end at best.

"I wish you would have told me it was going to be this kind of place; I almost feel like what I brought along does not fit the vibe here." Alessa murmured once the two had been sorted and led up to their room, noting with a small amount of glee that the room even housed a small pool that did not require them to be in public while using. At least the bikini she brought along would be put to some use. Alessa all but pranced over to the bed, setting down one of her bags and rummaging through it to procure the red thong bikini bottoms and matching triangle top that really did not hide much from prying eyes and did not break eye contact with Calvin while stripping out of the comfortable clothes in order to put it on. She simply waded into the water until it reached her bellybutton, noting how he was not far behind, and the 'couple' were once again interlocked in a soft and arduous make out session that started off slow and only continued to build in intensity. She became the first to pull away from Calvin, the heat in both her eyes and cheeks telling him all he needed to know about how her body still sat at a slow burn simmer and ached for a form of proper release even now.

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Keith Logan · Oct 2, 2024

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"Of course, the password is Forbidd3nFru1t362"

Calvin grasped her neck on a choke hold, pulling her in, before he dished a firm nibble against her closest ear lobe, whispering on. "Good girl. That is stretching my memory a little. But for you, I will endeavour to sear that into my head. Each word containing a digit; e as a 3 for the first; i a 1 for the second; 3 becomes 6 when multiplied by 2." Calvin muttered in the latter half, formulated his own logic spontaneously in a bid to retain her password in mind, while Alessa was allowed a deeper glimpse into his quirky mind.

"Are you.. the forbidden fruit?" He randomly dropped her the question after some delayed moments, when his fingers were already working nimbly against her folds. His hot breaths gushed against her neck as he lowered his lips toward it once more. This time, to the opposing side of the blank canvas that he hadn't already form a hickey. Without warning, he sank his teeth in to ensure that that side of her neck was going to be branded as well as he did on the opposing stretch, that he gave it to her at the beginning of the flight. "I will devour you anyway. Nobody can stop me from making you mine."

"You are mine, are you?"

He spoke with such sheer arrogance and entitlement, like they were on the cusp of saying the vows to one another, when the fact was that they barely knew each other. It was madness, insanity. It was reckless and illogical.

But it felt so right.

Whoever said fantasies cannot be real?

When he noticed some time later that her eyes were getting teary, he smiled. He paused his finger work to clamp his hand on a vice-grip against her chin, lifting it up to have her eyes guided to be transfixed on his. There was a moment of silence, his eyes taking their sweet time to admire her facial landscape, before he whispered.

"You look so fucking beautiful when you cry."

"I'm going to make you do that more often from now on."

"You won't.. have any qualms with that, will you?"

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From the time they disembarked the plane, to the private chauffeur hire, and to the eventual lobby of the boutique hotel they found themselves arriving at, Calvin could not help but smirk from time to time, the manner in which she couldn't contain her awe at every consecutive surprises that was presented to her. She looked like a gleeful kid who had just been given her first ever ticket to a universal theme park, excited to dig right into her birthday present. It was adorable. It made Calvin happy, that he was able to bring such innocent joy onto the face of a goddess whom he believed, deserved to be thoroughly pampered. The heavens made her unbearably attractive. And he felt as if it was his call of duty as a humble human being, to cherish and take good care of a stunner like that, and ensure she remains in tip top condition, physically and emotionally.

Calvin believed he was the right man with the right tools to be caretaker of such obscene beauty.

"I wish you would have told me it was going to be this kind of place; I almost feel like what I brought along does not fit the vibe here."

"I could bring you to go shopping after this. Get you something that makes you feel more like a queen, if you so please. There is a street within a red light district some fifteen minutes drive from here. It's not some sleazy place, apparently. It's supposed to be a one of a kind, high end pit stop for all things sensual and raunchy. Perhaps that might appeal to you. Get what you need. Treat is on me. Just don't... go too hard on my wallet, will you? That is, if you still want me to be able to afford bringing you on another trip like this some time in the near future."

Calvin smiled, pausing to settle himself down onto the massive leather armchair that was situated right against the glass panels overseeing the little pool sanctuary. But his eyes were not focused on the impressive amenities, but on the girl, stripping herself down only to... dress herself back up in her choice of bikini that honestly looked like it didn't really serve its purpose of protecting her modesty well. He had no shame ogling her, bravely meeting her eyes as she kept hers on his. There was no way he was going to lose the stare contest. And sure enough, Alessa was the first to back down, but only because she seemed to hint that it was time to head into the pool.

The man followed suit, with his clothes still on, until he was stood by the edge of the waters. There, he starting stripping himself down, piece by piece, stacked onto a pile, until he was down to nothing. That glorious member of his, that sinewy, girthy, veiny phallic structure of what must have been at least a good eight inches long, was at full erection, throbbing. It was her first time being visually, properly acquainted to the thing that she put into her mouth in the dark a few days back.

They were in a private pool. And he couldn't be bothered to put on his swim wear. He waddled over to where Alessa was stood, pulled her in, and spoke. "Although in a place like this, I reckon you'd be better off without anything on." His fingers nimbly unworked the knots of both her bikini pieces that she only just fixed together a minute or two ago. The next moment, he leaned in and dropped her a passionate round of Frenching, and then made a further comment when he stopped to draw a breather. "... a body like yours doesn't deserve to be clothed up, at all."

Calvin in a sudden change of maneuver, hooked both his arms around each of her thighs, lifting her figure semi-above waters, before positioning them underneath her lower spine, supporting her in place. Wasting no time, he lowered his head and latched his mouth against her womanhood. The suction of his lips was firm, instantly vacuuming within seconds. With the airlock airtight, he allowed his tongue to slip out and began painting along the length of her slit, meticulously stroking in fine calligraphic movements, while he paid close attention to how her body reacted as he worked every bundle of her nerves in that first get-to-know-her-body session.

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PreciousKitten · Oct 5, 2024

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"... a body like yours doesn't deserve to be clothed up, at all." Not much else was given in terms of a warning before the loose knots on either side holding up the provocative bikini were undone and the material fell down onto the surface of the pool water, causing the blond to gape openly at the brazen nature Calvin displayed without even an ounce of personal shame. Alessa might have tried to engage him in some playful banter, but that became a lost cause when her lips and mouth were outright ravaged, and oxygen became a precious resource in short supply. Instead, all she could get out came in the form of a wheezed gasp that ended in a shrieking giggle as her body got maneuvered into a position that left very little for guesswork. Rarely did Theo ever attempt to do this with her, but part of that could be because of how sloppy his efforts were, and it left the blond sexually frustrated and stuck aroused and throbbing despite almost ten whole minutes of tongue lashing. He might not have tried anymore due to Alessa's demeaning comments, which while seemingly justified in the heat of the moment, were downright cruel otherwise.

Abdominal muscles clenched and danced each time he saw fit to pull back and form a tight suction that made her feel like he might take the very lungs out of her body at the same time. Fuck, since when did someone possess a talent for this and know just how to use it? It just went to prove how much the blond missed out on while settling for the high school sweetheart and the stability that came with it. Sure, Theodore remained cute and resolutely loyal to a fault, but those qualities could only make up for so much before Alessa became driven to find someone who could make her scream until her voice went hoarse. Calvin did not have the slightest clue about Alessa and her body but even now could bring the blond goddess to her knees with merely a flick of the tongue. If anything, his prowess only caused the female to sink that much deeper into a personalized pit of depravity. One that starred both of them in spotlight roles, each with their own part to play and in the inevitable climax that followed suit.

Inner thighs were struggling to not clamp down on either side of his head, but that instinct quickly boiled to the surface and ended with delicate fingers instead scoring through his hair and swooning while caught in between ecstasy and pleasurable torment. Alessa clenched her jaw and noted how there was a grinding noise that could be heard when her teeth came in contact with one another, by this point it had barely been perhaps five whole minutes and the poor thing stood on the verge of snapping. Her hips bucking upwards as one lash of that serpentine tongue coming into direct contact with her clit caused the woman to plummet, barely whispered pleas for 'More' and 'Please don't stop!' lingering on pouty lips as the tsunami took over. Alessa whimpered profusely as the crest of it drowned her outright, not able to make more than one piercing scream before climaxing so intensely that the blond mused how her loins throbbed and ached. Calvin stole the words out of her mouth and made it impossible to say anything, much less leave her with the ability to tell him to stop even if that was truly what she wanted.

"O-ohh f-f-fuck! Pleease t-too much..." Alessa finally slurred out with much effort on her part, still being kept captive by the muscular biceps of Calvin and not allowed to close her legs but instead keep feeling all of it until the stimulation became just shy of too painful in which case he finally saw fit to relent and pull back. Wide eyes were half lidded as she managed to look down and catch Calvin's gaze, by now the slit which he had been gorging himself on dripped profusely in her fluids and even with the water lapping at the area it did not manage to get rid of the evidence.

Alessa reached up with one hand and rubbed across the length of her face, lungs and ribcage rapidly rising and falling in a feeble effort to gather proper air. Her lips finally parted, and a small smile etched onto delicate features, the overstimulation from before becoming a distant memory and the lustful need rearing back into life all over again. "If that is what it feels like when you devour me, I am not sure I will ever want anyone else once you finally fuck me."

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Keith Logan · Oct 7, 2024

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Theo’s pesky behaviour of late wasn’t exactly completely on him. In fact, those scattered little acts that now annoyed Alessa had once been deemed cute or endearing by her at the earlier points of their relationship. His pouting, various unique quirks, down to his clumsy ways during sexual intimacy - they all used to make her laugh and ‘feel all warm and fuzzy’, in the words that she used to tell Theo.

Theo hadn’t actually changed since entering college. He simply let loose and felt very comfortable being his true self in front of Alessa. And thus, all his characteristic behaviours had doubled or tripled down in display over the course of their relationship, which one might even interpret that as complacency.

It didn’t help Alessa’s cause, that she had increasingly showed herself to be blunt with her words. What was supposed to be a fun and passionate experience during their moments of intimacy in recent times, had the mood ruined due to Alessa’s blatant lack of tact and patience. She could have guided him and told him what worked for her and what not. Instead, she seemed almost sadistically happy at the opportunities to demean and humiliate her boyfriend for his apparent lack of abilities. There were times Theo wondered if she had some kind of psychopathic inclination, and was getting some sort of a kick for seemingly making him feel miserable. It was gaslighting of the highest order. Perhaps he was just overthinking, but he swore he had seen on numerous instance, the faintest of fiendish grin sneaking from the corner of her lips and that ominous twinkle in her eye, whenever she managed to draw the desired reaction out of him and hurt his feelings.

Calvin was none the wiser about Alessa’s deep-seated thoughts and personality dispositions. Perhaps like Theo, he was only still seeing the side of Alessa that she wanted him to see her as, while they were running through the motions of the high and euphoria during the honeymoon phase of getting to know a new partner. It was facade against facade. The only difference between the two guys in her present romantic life, was that one of them would never tolerate her antics, and would come back and give her the taste of her own ~~medicine~~ venom - many folds - should she ever decided to enforce her own rules into their little game.

Calvin, as Alessa will eventually discover, has the same penchant for indulging in inflicting cruelties and pain in various forms, especially to their loved ones. For Calvin, there was a fine line between choosing to drown his muse in a love so intoxicating, and inflicting endless hellish agony that would make his muse scream through the night - both of which, were his two distinct, deliberated ways of showing his muse just how much he cared for her. Alessa the unknowing prey, needed to thread that proverbial thin sheet of ice with utmost care, as Calvin the menacing spider’s ultimate aim, was to suck and wrap the girl in the tangles of his addictive web that she would soon find herself unable to break free from, but to conform to and confront her inevitable fate of being his subject, his love prey.

He was already painting his narcotic poison over her labia through his proverbial venomous tongue.

His tongue work wasn’t random. Each stroke and lick was specially curated, and came with a deliberate intent. Like a meticulous student scientist probing against every inch of her nerves, he was making a conscientious effort to understand the features of her body, to register the landmarks of her physical wonderland that drew the most intense of reaction out of her and made it a point to engrave them into his memory. His endeavour, was to settle for nothing less than a first class grade.

Calvin had expected the girl to last a little longer. He hadn’t anticipated her cue for him to press on with the intensity of his mouth work to be a sign that her peak was imminent, way closer than he had expected. It was just over a minute, before she erupted into a moment of convulsion that didn’t look much different from an episode of seizure.

Shit.
The fun is over.

If there was one thing he learned from their pool playtime that lasted no longer than the seven minutes they first got to truly be acquainted with another, it was that she was incredibly sensitive - that, or Calvin was that skillful.

Alessa was to Calvin, like Theo was to her. But unlike Theo, it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing that she could be brought to an orgasm so easily. If anything, Calvin knew it was something that he would be sure to capitalise on in due course.

But he wanted to take things, one step at a time. He wanted to truly savour his new delectable muse, inch by inch and not rush it, in a way that he wouldn’t wish to gulp down an exorbitant three Michelin star course meal and miss out on the nuances that truly define the whole experience.

Towards the end of her orgasm, Calvin landed one mischievous hard smack against her beaver, just when she thought she might have finally died down from her release, prolonging the quivering sensation that she was feeling just a little longer.

“That was fast. Glad you enjoyed.”
“But we’re gonna have to establish some ground rules between us from this day on.”
He paused, gently caressing her engorged petals with a long drawn lick, feeding on her like she was ice cream, before continuing.

“You’re not allowed to cum from now on, not without asking for my permission, darling.”

“You’ll do well to abide to my demand, won’t you?”

“If you wish to be my one and only, then you’re going to have to trust me on this.”

He paused, to give her labia another good lick.

"If that is what it feels like when you devour me, I am not sure I will ever want anyone else once you finally fuck me."

“Good. I intend to ruin sex for you, so you’ve no choice, but to stick with me for the rest of your life.. or be condemned to an eternity of sexual dissatisfaction.”
“Afraid to journey down my abyss of no return now?”

Calvin teased, at the same time, stoking the flames of her fighting spirit, if she possessed any. He straightened her back up to her feet, hooked her body in and bear hugged her from behind, hands coiled along her waist across her taut stomach. Her cranium when lolled back, would perfectly pillow against his shoulder at a comfortable, most subtle gradient of an angle.

It was then, that her skin was finally reunited with his glorious member. Even then, the captain seemed to be stingy with his touch. She was afforded no more than the sensation of his living anaconda, slithering back and forth against the entirety of her butt crack. His length, filling up her entire anal valley, and way beyond at any one time, with the tip of his bulb prodding against her lower spine on every northward grind. No more, no less. For the next few minutes, no words were uttered. Just the periodical exchange of kisses, and the persistent sliding of his shaft as his method of romancing.

And then, he cruelly pulled away.

"We have the entire night ahead for me to use you." Calvin spoke in the bluntness of terms, before he pulled himself out of the waters. His engorged and veiny manhood, still erected in its full glory, giving the sense that it was equally as frustrated with the halting stunt that its owner pulled off. Still dripping wet, he walked over to the pile of clothes and rummaged through the the pocket of his jeans to pull out his wallet, before returning to the edge of the pool to kneel down by where she was at. "But first, let's get you spruced up for the occasion." Calvin took out a white gold plated American Express, and slipped it into her mouth as if she was some sort of a card reader. Admittedly, the semblance between her spending proclivity and the way such a device guzzles down money was uncanny.

"Make yourself pretty for me. So I have no excuse, but to fuck you." The man smiled, leaning over to her to land a kiss on her forehead.

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PreciousKitten · Oct 14, 2024

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At first, the instinct to pout and give any kind of reason for him not to stop had crossed her mind, but somehow Alessa knew that deep down he would not relent. Calvin had proved to be beyond formidable both in his fortitude and by encompassing a brash personality to match her own in both stubborn nature and conviction. The blond merely squeaked out gently when her lips were parted so that Calvin could place the card between them, somehow the delicious irony of how it mimicked the swipe to a boutique card reader was not lost on her even in the moment. Doe eyes blinked in rapid succession for a moment or two, clearly frozen in time due to the aftermath of her climax and the absolute freedom to do what she desired as long as it did not end up costing an absolute fortune. It left Alessa beyond stunned and shellshocked, to accustomed to hearing the word 'no' or having an outfit scrutinized as to why it could possibly be seen as a necessity in her wardrobe instead of the luxury that a sensible woman would. Discussions with Theo were often tense and ended up becoming explosive when neither side wanted to back down and be seen as the weaker link of the chain.

Alessa sighed softly but ended up relenting in the end, knowing when even her stubborn streak had been beaten and with the captain the blond met her match. She casually started to walk over toward the edge of the pool, having to use the stairs there since neither of her legs were too optimistic about having the stamina reserves to push her up and out. Fingertips somehow able to grasp onto the nearby material that skimmed across the top of the water, ensuring that the bikini would not get left inside of the water and perhaps forgotten about with the event still yet to come. He made mention of getting something that made guesswork fly out of the window, giving Calvin no choice in the matter but to take advantage of the blond and ravish her to within an inch of her personal sanity. Somehow, the idea of going out into the city of San Francisco became more than just a little daunting. Alessa rarely if ever had gone on her own to places, mostly because despite the confidence that she tried to portray in spades, the blond was a certifiable kitten and no ferocious lioness.

Even now, the card still remained tightly gripped between her teeth and the aftertaste it left made features scrunch up in obvious dislike. What started off as an obvious joke at her expense had quickly morphed into an overplayed gag, leaving Alessa to pull it out from her mouth and casually slip the card into her purse once the blond got to the nightstand. "Okay, did you want to go along with me, or did you have plans to stay here instead?" Alessa joked casually, turning to glance at Calvin over the expanse of her left shoulder to make sure that the pair locked eyes even if only for a brief moment in time. Chances were that they could easily find somewhere nearby to go and grab some form of dinner after the flight there, especially since the blond managed to be 'preoccupied' during the opportunity for an in-flight meal. "If I am hungry by this point, there is a good chance you must be as well." Alessa quietly took to pulling a modest black cocktail dress on, something that would work to enter the nearest boutique and shop for something that better suited a night out on the town.

Taking in the sights and smells of the city caused Alessa to gape openly, rarely if ever did her boyfriend want to go into crowded places claiming that such close proximity to strangers tended to make him nervous. While the card was safely tucked away inside of the purse dangling against her right hip, the left side was being occupied by the presence of Calvin who had graciously offered to come along to assist in picking the outfits out. Even though as soon as the blond opened the door to Saks in Union Square it felt like the breath left her lungs entirely, being surrounded on all sides by a number of designers and brands that honestly were always completely out of budget. 'He did mention to try and go a little easy on it for now, perhaps a middle ground would be the best option?' It became easy to turn away the dresses with a higher price tag attached, instead managing to find a crimson dress that both demanded visual attention, and the monetary value was at least hundreds less than some of the ones they had passed on the way in.

"What about this one?" Alessa knew that to act so timid in nature might cause Calvin to question the change in her, but something about how he had carried himself almost demanded that kind of attitude despite the blond being the typical spoiled brat to most anyone else. She quirked an eyebrow at the way some of the staff were now interested in them, must have been because with an item in tow the atmosphere changed from 'just browsing' to the premise of a commission.

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Keith Logan · Oct 16, 2024

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There was a certain sense of unspoken compliance that Calvin was quietly delighted about as he watched her walked out of the pool, and back over into the room to get herself changed. Biting and holding onto his card by her teeth was certainly not necessary. But she did anyway, for whatever reason. It wasn't difficult to come to a conclusion that the subtle trance-like state that she was in had something to do with his presence. Whether it was because she was experiencing some kind of a brain freeze, or an implicit act of submission that she might well not even be completely cognizant about, it delighted Calvin that he was causing such a disruptive whirlwind of emotions that was stirring within the confines of her skull. He gladdened him that he was actually able to manipulate her psyche.

Cheap thrills.

"You're going to have to start getting used to the taste of metal, amongst a list of other things, if this is the new lifestyle that you wish to settle yourself into." Calvin casually teased, but spoke with a paradoxical soft tone with an underlying firmness, as though it was a matter of fact, so much so that it was difficult to tell if he was just pulling her leg, or being genuinely serious.

"If I am hungry by this point, there is a good chance you must be as well."

"Ever since someone barged herself into the scene, I've been perpetually hungry. And I am not sure any food could ever fix that." A calm smirk ensued. The man then gave himself a quick rinse. Once he was done, he paid attention to the dress that she picked for the night, and used it as a cue for what he should pick for himself. Naturally, he decided for them to look two the same, leading him to pick a fresh set of black form hugging long pants, a slightly lighter tint of dark grey in which the faintly glittery fabric would very softly shimmer under the lights, with a matching black blazer slipped over. His dark brown leather boat shoes, instilling a hint of casualness amongst the other more formal apparels that he had donned. And every since they stepped out of the room, his right arm hardly ever left her waist, tugging her close to his form as if she was his prized possession.

When they arrived at Saks, Calvin could see it in her face, that it was likely her first ever experience stepping into such an upscale environment with the actual intention of shopping. The widening of her eyes and her dilated pupils were telling. He could see from the way she dismissed dresses that had initially caught her eye after skimming through the price tags, and he quietly appreciated that she hadn't gone all out to take advantage of his generosity, as he had politely asked her not to do so earlier. A girl who actually listens to her man, was that sort that appealed to an alpha-dom like Calvin. It was almost tragic that for all the time Alessa had been dating Theo, that she couldn't be anymore different, demanding for things to go her way. Just what had Calvin done for her to warrant her yielding submission, within such a short space of a few days, where Theo had failed to do so in years?

"What about this one?"

Her sudden question got him out of his transient day dream, as her attention were much focused on the material things, like his attention was much on her grace and charm. His gaze shifted over to the red satin dress with a high thigh slit. His head, slightly cocked to the side, quiet and seemingly deep in thought whilst he scanned her pick.

"It's hard to tell. You're gonna have to try it out."

Calvin smiled, before he pressed a palm by the back of her lower spine from behind, ushering her towards the corner where the corridor of the changing rooms were seemingly located. "Mmh. Maybe try this on as well." Very randomly, he hooked two fingers to gather a pair of very glitzy stilettos that were prominently displayed on a shelf they passed by. Alessa wouldn't know. But the captain had deliberately intended to pick the flashy pair for the reason that he wanted to spruce her up for the night, in the way that would draw the attention of strangers on her, like he was proud to show her - his date - off. Plus, he thought it'd be interesting to watch Alessa for the rest of the night, taking on the heels that stood precariously thin, and likely challenging to walk on. It would certainly force her to constantly be weary about posturing herself. He wanted to make her work.

By the time they arrived at the corridor of the changing cubicles, they were served by a member of staff.

"You wouldn't happen to mind if I'm allowed in as well? The wife would like my opinion." He smiled, ever so casually assuming that they were already legally bounded by vows. Perhaps a little concerningly, was the manner in which he said it with such composure like it was a matter of fact, that it was difficult to discern from his tone that he was lying. "Perhaps you'd like the honours of being the one to check out our cart for us."

"A-Ah.. yes.
".. sir."
"U-urm."
"It's actually against company protocol but... my boss isn't around at the moment s-so.. if you both can make it quick, I'd be highly appreciative of it."

Like Alessa, he knew these girls were all the same. And Calvin had no qualms manipulating their weaknesses to his advantage. The salesgirl hesitated with addressing Calvin by the title of formality due to the awkwardness, for she looked like she was around their age. Her tone lowered subsequently, semi-whispering towards the end. Her eyes, displaying a mix of gleeful sparkle at the prospects of earning a handsome keep that would set her up for the week, and substantial anxiety that showed just how much she was putting herself on the line to accede to Calvin's request.

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