Saturday, August 04, 2007

Devil’s Last Dance

It was late. The party was in a lull, perhaps winding down, perhaps not. Everyone was relaxed and sexual. Juno and Henry were on one couch. Just from looking at them it was unclear if they had just had sex or were about to. It didn't really matter as it might be both. Suze, Spitfire, Evilious, and Bella were in a tangled, naked heap on one on the beds. They were like a nest of very sexy snakes. They were half-asleep, yet they kept moving all over each other- kissing, touching, caressing. Lestat, wearing nothing more than a pair of jeans, was leaning against the bar drinking a margarita. Karl, in his kilt, was reclined on another couch. He had a single malt scotch in his hand.

Devil was about as wild and sexual as she ever was. She was buzzed too. She had just had a Red Bull and vodka. Who knows how much she'd had before. She was dancing, wild, and sensual. Somewhere in the evening she had put clothes on again. Nothing more than a sheer black dress. It was deep cut in the front and barely over her ass. She was dancing alone, but she was dancing for both of the men. Moving close to Lestat, then close to Karl. It was a back and forth dance between the two of them. She was sexual and seductive. She was playing the game that she really played best, especially when she didn't really think of it as a game. The sheer joy and pleasure of turning men on, and the joy of her own sexuality. In her current state, she wasn't really thinking, but knew that she wanted the pleasant touch of a man's hands on her. She wanted both of these men to want her, what happened after that would just happen. She knew they were watching her, and she teased them. She lifted up her dress as she danced. She played with her breasts. She watched their eyes as she moved between them- dancing first in front of one, then the other. They weren't that far apart so it wasn't that hard.

All at once, she pulled off her dress. Naked she walked outside onto the patio. She looked backward over her shoulder first at Lestat, then longer at Karl. Both men felt her heat. She walked outside knowing they would follow. She swayed to music only she could hear. Lestat showed up at the door first. He leaned against the door frame. She smiled at him. The gestured at the cushions that were on the chairs. "You want to fuck me out here? We need at least two of those on the ground to make a bed."

He just watched her sensual dance. "She's wound up," he thought.

He couldn't decide if he should bow to her wishes for cushions, or push her against the floor as it was. Devil pouted and leaned over one of the lawn chairs. She had her ass up in the air, moving slowly. Somehow she was still dancing as she was actually starting to pull the cushion to the floor. It was a sight to see. There was one mattress on the floor and she had moved to another chair when Karl came out. Devil glanced up at him, her eyes twinkled, and she grinned. Then she walked over to Lestat. Her arms went up and around his neck. She kissed him and looked back at Karl with a look that clearly said, "Come here. I want you to." He did- moving his hands up and down her hips and ass. She leaned back into him, and wrapped her leg around Lestat. They knew that it would be all three of them. Outside. She didn't give a damn if anyone else saw either. Perhaps she wanted them to.

Devil turned to face Karl. She kissed him long and deep. Then dropped down to suck his nipples- alternating between the two of them. They were pierced, and she loved the feel of the metal rolling in her mouth as she pulled. One hand was reaching behind to caress Lestat and pull him closer. She dropped lower and put her hand under his kilt. She felt his cock, and wanted more of it. She stayed close to Lestat, but wrapped her hand around Karl's balls and pulled them. Harder till he wrapped his hand in her hair and pulled her away. She knew that she would do that again. She was on her knees now. She took his kilt off and dropped it to the ground. Kissed the end of his cock, and turned to Lestat. His jeans needed to come off next.

With both men standing naked and her in between she was able to reach both of their cocks. She took turns sucking on them until she gagged while holding onto the other man. Then she would switch. But she wasn't on the cushion that she'd tried to set up. After a few minutes, she stood up and walked away. "Where are you going?" but she just smiled. She grabbed the second cushion and pulled it near the first. She knew that someone would fix it. Then she knelt on the first with her legs spread. She started to massage her breasts and her body. Her fingers played with her pussy and she sucked the sweet juices. Lestat came to her first. Standing over her, she sucked his cock again. She let her nails drag down his ass. Karl came up and spanked her ass. Three times hard and close together. She gasped and whispered more as she held Lestat. He hit her again harder, but then started to lay down behind her. He was mellow this late at night. She went after him. She was practically under him. It was a great position to pull on his nipple jewelry with one hand and to suck his cock. As she sucked his cock, she looked towards Lestat and reached out her hand. She wanted to pull him to her. She realized that he could fuck her in the position that she was in and she wanted that- to suck on Karl's cock and fuck Lestat. He got the idea. Somehow he ended up in the position where she could watch his eyes from between Karl's legs. It was so hot. They all came at about the same time. Devil was still sucking on Karl while being fucked by Lestat. She could see both of their eyes depending on if she looked straight or upward.

They collapsed for a bit, holding each other, Devil in the middle. Then Lestat stood and offered his hand to Devil. She in turn would not leave without Karl. Inside it looked like most people were asleep. They were ready to collapse as well. They found one of the beds and lay down. Devil was done dancing for this night. There was always the morning though.

Thursday, October 19, 2006

Juno and Henry join the PJ Party

Before we begin... please note: Events as I remember them went slightly differently to how the Devil describes them, and my memory of the timing involved is kinda hazy. Well, there was a very large quantity of alcohol consumed, and le petit mort always befuddles me a little. Plus, it's poetic license. Sue me.

Ten minutes earlier, in the next room...

"Henry, can you hear that music coming from the next door suite?"

"I'm not deaf, you cheeky so-and-so. Of course I can. Why?"

"I think it's a party. And a fun party at that. Wanna go see?"

"Juno, that's unbelievably brazen. Wait, what are you doing -- where are you going?"

"I'm listening through the adjoining door. Damn, it sounds like a fun time in there. Not that I'm not having fun in here, but wouldn't you be up for a little hotwifery tonight from me? Hmm?"

[Fumble, stumble, crash, thud, thunk, zip. Cough. Light switch on.]

"Grab that bottle of Merlot. I'm dressed, let's go."


I stood next to Henry in the corridor, as he knocked loudly on the door of the suite next to ours. The door was opened onto what was clearly a fantastic party in full swing, by a very lovely tall man who looked me straight in the eye and smiled. "Yes?"

"Hi," I said. "I'm Juno, and this is Henry. You guys sound like you're having a lot of fun in here." I proffered the Merlot, which he took gladly.

I smiled at his enthusiasm, and continued. "We have more of that in our room, next door. We were hoping that we could join you... perhaps open the doors between the rooms. What do you think? May we come in?"

The lovely tall man nodded graciously, and indicated with a wide circling arm movement that we were more than welcome. "I'm Lestat", he said. "Lovely to meet you Henry... and, as he took my hand, and looked deep into my eyes, "Juno, it's especially lovely to have you here."

"It's lovely to be here, Lestat. Could we sit down, and... talk for a while?"

He nodded and moved away, pulling me with him. Without letting go, I brought Henry's face to mine for a long, slow, passionate kiss.

"Have I told you how much I love you recently?"

A mock-pained expression crossed his face.

"Not in the last hour."

"Well, I do, baby. So very much. You know it. And now I'm going to show you."

Releasing Henry, but indicating that he should follow us, I let Lestat pull me over to a nearby couch and sit me down next to him. The look in his eye intrigued me, and I knew that anything was possible. Henry took a seat a short distance away, and settled in to watch as I did what it was that he loved me to do -- be his hotwife. Cuck him, and cuck him good.

Naturally, Henry is always delighted when I take up with another man. Especially when it's in front of him -- it cuts down on the details I have to mentally note while misbehaving. Tonight, however, I wanted him to not only be the voyeur and subsequent reclaimant that he loves to be; but also to have some fun on his own. I could see that the other women at the party, to whom I would be introduced later in the evening, were engaged in their own entertainment, and being regarded with great interest by another man - tall, burly, very sexy and wearing... oh my lord, was that a kilt? How utterly sexy.

Henry had noticed him; I knew it. Henry has never been one to let a good looking man go unnoticed. Especially one with such ready access.

I idly wondered if he'd be interested in Henry's attention, and then watched in amazement as he sauntered across the room, and sat next to Henry. It was as if he could read my mind.

Lestat and I began to murmur to each other; nonsensical introductory intimacies. His eyes never left mine. I felt a frisson of excitement run down my spine, and reached up to run my fingers through his hair. Bringing my lips close to his ear, I whispered how attractive I found him. He murmured that it was mutual, and slowly reached beneath the draping fold of my shirt to start playing with my breast.

"Who's the guy?" I asked him.

"Guy? What guy?" he said, as he began to tweak my nipple. I gasped with pleasure, feeling my cunt begin to glisten. I don't know what it is about nipple-tweaking -- it might as well be a hotline to my clit.
"The... um... god, I can't think straight... the guy talking to my... um... lover. Henry. Oh god, that's good."

Both hands were on me now, one working my nipples, the other stroking the inside of my thigh. I felt myself grow I returned the compliment, stroking my hands across his thighs to idly trace his cock.

Lestat seemed to enjoy this, despite not stopping to acknowledge it.

"That's Karl. They seem to be hitting it off quite well. Does that bother you at all?"

I shook my head vehemently, as his hands slid down and between my thighs. I knew that very soon I would become incapable of speech.

[Note: Henry is more than familiar with this state of affairs, and abuses it regularly to inform me of situations on which he'd rather not hear my opinion at the time.]

"No, I'm delighted. I hope Karl is amenable if Henry wants to suck his cock."

Lestat smiled at me, and buried his face in my neck as his hands began to open and explore me. I shifted on the couch, so that one leg was thrown over the back, and the other touched the floor. I could feel Lestat's hands probing inside me, gently but firmly exploring my swollen labia, as his body nestled against mine and he breathed sexily into my ear.

"Karl is amenable to more or less anything. I'm sure they'll both have a wonderful time," he growled into my neck.

"Oh... yes..." I faltered, practically incoherent. His fingers knew exactly where to go, and were having the desired effect.

My hands were on his cock and balls, applying gentle pressure, and caressing him. I didn't have much wiggle-room, but somehow I managed to slip a hand between his thighs and exert gentle pressure on his perineum. As I did, it was his turn to exhale sharply, which he tempered by kissing me for the first time. Sensing that I was restricted, he shifted his torso so that I could move my hands slightly more freely. Making an "O" out of my thumb and forefinger, I encircled his cock, and began to stroke it up and down. Slowly. Deliberately. Extending my middle finger and allowing my nail to graze a line along his shaft.

I might be incoherent in speech but there are certain things that aren't affected by this condition. Evidence of which I could now hear, as he murmured appreciatively into my neck.

He made no attempt to remove my shirt, and I had no free hands. So I remained clothed -- such as I was, if you can call an off-the-shoulder long black tee-shirt, and a seductive smile "clothed".

I could feel him growing harder and yet harder in my hand, his balls becoming hotter and tighter to the touch, although they hadn't risen yet. If I turned my head slightly, I could see Henry very close to Karl on another couch, his hand moving noticeably beneath the kilt. Karl was lying back, his eyes closed, a look of rapture on his face. I watched as Henry got down on his knees and lifted the leather to take Karl's rampant cock in his mouth.

I smiled. Within the throes of my imminent orgasm, I could see that my love was occupied with a cock in his mouth, which enabled me to fully relax into the situation between myself and Lestat.

He bucked against me as my hand intensified its grip and its speed. I felt my mind begin to melt. His face was still pressed into my neck, nipping and nibbling at me as I further increased the friction. I wanted to taste him, suck him, swallow him down my throat -- but selfishly I couldn't bear to lose the earth-shattering orgasm that was about to hit me.

"I want ... to... taste you..." I managed to gasp.

Lestat raised his head and smiled at me. "Don't worry, I'm holding on until.. you--"

"Oh yes, yes! There! Right there! Yes... ohhhhhhh god... oh......"

I came. Wave upon wave of glorious living color, spinning me into a spiral of delight. I caught my breath, and found that momentarily my hands had frozen in place, not ceasing contact, but temporarily motionless.

As I caught my breath, I slowly opened my eyes to find Lestat looking at me.

"Don't stop," he breathed.

Hastily composing myself, I shifted positions until my head was level with his lap, and, without removing my hand, took his balls in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around them, tasting them, feeling them go from soft and pliable to hard and throbbing in what seemed like seconds.

Replacing my mouth with my hand, and massaging them within my palm, I moved my mouth to his cock. I took his cockhead in my mouth, my teeth at the rim, grazing the edge tantalizingly, hearing his loud moan of appreciation as he lay back across the couch, allowing me full access to him.

His hips thrust up, forcing his cock as far down my throat as I could take it. I bit his shaft -- firmly enough that he felt it, but not so hard as to hurt him. I knew he'd enjoy it, and sure enough, I heard the appreciative sigh he continued to fuck my face.

I knew he was close to coming, and I found that as he pumped, I had a bird's eye view of Henry as he mirrored my actions, but with Karl -- who was also expressing his appreciation of Henry's efforts. It made me so happy to see my bisexual lover indulge in the sort of expression that had been denied him for so long in his former life -- the life in which he had existed before we'd met each other and fallen in love.

Lestat groaned loudly.

"Oh... god! Juno.... yes! God you fucking fabulous little cocksucker! Yes... uh! Oh! Ohhhhhh...!"

He gushed streams of come down my throat, and I almost struggled to swallow. Out of the corner of my mind I could hear Karl's enthusiastically similar shouts of excitement as he came into my darling lover's mouth.

I raised myself from my position at Lestat's lap, to lying sprawled next to him on the couch. We lay next to each other, speechless and panting.

"That was fun," I said to him.

"Yes it was!" he agreed, smiling at me.

He had a killer smile. I returned it.

"For such a short acquaintance, that was something pretty incredible," I continued, as I caught my breath.

I felt someone collapse onto the couch next to me, and put their head on my shoulder. Henry.

"Hello my darling. Did you have fun with Karl?"

"Mmmm..." said Henry. "And I think he enjoyed it too -- look."

Lestat and I limply raised our heads and looked across to where Karl was sprawled across the couch, seemingly comatose.

"He's supposed to be the bouncer," said Lestat, "Not to mention 'Designated Spanker'. Padme will be furious if he's out for the count. Not to mention Devil. Henry, what did you do to him?"

"Nothing he didn't want, " answered Henry smoothly. Hoisting himself up, he reached for the Merlot bottle, and poured some into a glass from a nearby table. He wandered over to Karl, and waved it under his nose.

Karl opened his eyes at the smell of the alcohol. "Ugh. Wine? Bleugh. Where's my scotch?"

"There you go," said Henry. "Mission accomplished."

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Devil was a Poor Hostess...

There was a knock at the door. Loud. Commanding. Lestat was near and went to open it. He figured that anyone knocking at this door could only be interesting. It was Juno and Henry. “Hello.” She said. “We were next door. We heard the music. We brought some wine. There is more in our rooms next door. I was hoping that we could join you. Perhaps open the doors between the rooms. May we come in?” Under Juno’s coat, she appeared to be wearing nothing but an oversized black t-shirt. It was clear that she wasn’t wearing a bra at any rate. Henry was wearing tight fitting blue jeans and an even tighter white t-shirt. They looked good together. Both were smiling.

“Certainly. My name is Lestat. Let me introduce you to our hostess, Devil. Please come in.” He turned to look around for the room for Devil as Juno and Henry walked in. He didn’t see her immediately. He looked more closely. The party was pretty wild at this point, people mixing- some women dancing. Spitfire and Devil were missing. Hmmm. “Excuse me, make yourself comfortable. Our hostess is missing for the moment.” Let me get you a drink” Lestat moved towards the bar with Juno and Henry. He introduced them to Evilious and Padme. “Karl, can we get some drinks for our new guests. Devil and Spitfire aren’t here at the moment.” He gave Karl a look indicating that he had no clue where they’d gone. “I’ll take care of it,” Karl said.

Karl had a feeling that Devil and Spitfire hadn’t gone far. They weren’t wearing clothes that would allow them to travel the hotel without running into trouble. “Damned women” he muttered. He knew that Juno was on one side of the hotel suite so he went the other direction. The door to the room next door was cracked open. He could hear music playing. A smile crossed his face. This was something he wanted to see.

He opened the door, and slipped quietly inside. Yes. They were there. Playing. They did not notice him as he quietly closed the door behind him. He watched them. They were so hot. Involved with each other. They never noticed him. He waited until they both collapsed on the bed. Holding each other in their arms.

“That was hot. Very nice. I’m here to bring you back. Now. There is no rest for the wicked, and you are so excellently wicked. Let’s go. Get dressed. Something. Doesn’t need to be much.” Damn he was hard. Wanted to take them both right now. He had been gone long enough though. They would pay later for this. Spitfire smiled. “I’ve had you to myself. Let’s go back and see what else is going on.” Devil pulled on a robe. See through. Nothing more.

They returned through the connecting suite doors. As they walked back into the main party, Karl held the door open for the women. Devil looked at him with mischief in her eyes. The “I knew you would bring us back, and open the door for me” type of look. Karl grabbed Devil’s arm and told her that she was not taking good care of her guests or her party. “Oh, I think that they are having fun,” and she reached up and dragged her nails across his tattoos on his arms. Tossing her hair and looking up at him. “Did you even know that you had new guests?” Challenge and fire in her eyes- as usual. She would do as she wanted. Oh but Karl liked the challenge- he was strong as well. Stronger than this little Devil, and he’d been watching too many woman play this night. Especially this woman. Recently. The memory still in his mind, and his body.

He never reacted as her nails scratched down his arm. Never moved. She was playing with him. Trying to get him to let her go, but he’d decided that he was going to play a different game. One that she would never admit to. He reached out with his other hand and grasped her chin. Controlling. Turned her head to look at him in the eyes. “On your knees. Now.” She smiled and raised her eyebrows, but she didn’t move. He knew that she wasn’t going to. He knew that she wanted a fight, a struggle. Too proud. Too strong. But she wanted someone stronger as well. He knew what she read. What she liked. He was amused that he could predict her so well. He wondered if he knew that she was so easy to read- her with her games.

With one move- he twisted her arm behind her back. With his other hand, the one that had been holding her chin, he wrapped it her hair and pulled. Hard. Her head went back. She gasped. He repeated himself. “On your knees. Now.” She looked at him with defiance, but he had control of her at the moment. She knelt. When she was on her knees in front of him, he let go of her hair and arm. “You’ve been bad tonight. Neglectful. Disappearing. How are you going to make it up? How are you going to fix things?”

She laughed at him. Her chin down, head cocked, looked up at him. “And who put you in charge? I didn’t” He wrapped his fingers in her hair again, pulled her head back so that she was looking back, and leaned down and kissed her. He had complete control. Her head was held by his grasp, she had to work to maintain her balance. A long, forceful kiss. What he wanted. Irrelevant if she wanted it or not. There was an intake of breathe from somewhere else in the room. Someone watching liked what they saw. “I did,” he answered her. He liked that someone was watching them.

Her chest was heaving as she tried to slow her breathing. She glared at him. She was not naturally one to give in so easily. There were other people in her life. People she cared deeply about. She decided she was getting up. Karl put his hand on her shoulder. “No. You will stay there.” No. She wasn’t. She was going to enjoy her party. Her way. One kiss was enough. Nice, but enough. She continued to get up. Moved away from Karl’s hand.

Before she quite knew exactly what had happened she was pinned against his body, her robe partially off her shoulders across her back, her hands held behind her back in Karl’s hands and unable to move. What’s more- she could feel how hard he was. Held tight next to him. Those that watched her could see her close her eyes and slowly tilt her head back. There was a soft gasp. She could only partially deny that he was exciting her as well. But she might try… She would for awhile. The struggle both true and an illusion.

He pulled the robe tie loose. Still using he body to hold her close, he tied her hands behind her back. With her own robe tie! The robe loose around her. (After all- she was only wearing it to return back to this particular hotel suite…)

Karl was going to have this Devil tonight. His way. But first, he would make her submit to his will. Make her scream if necessary. Something in him told her that she wanted it. Maybe even needed it. She had always been loved and treated well. It was her party. He would give her what she wanted, but couldn’t admit. The rules of society, of life. He would never really hurt her, but he would challenge her. Watch her eyes. Watch her body. See how she reacted. She caved to him too easily earlier- when he only pulled her hair. Of course, that was in all of her stories, so he knew that was something that she liked.

He leaned close to her and whispered, “Tell me what you want. What you really want.” “Not you” she answered. Almost hissed. He didn’t believe her. She was fighting for the fun of it. Still whispering, so that nobody else heard. “You’re wet. Am I right?” He still held her in his arms, their bodies touching. A soft, “Yes.”

He ran his hand across her cheek, then down to her breast. “Then you’ll tell me if you want me to stop. Anything. Or I walk away right now, and you can find someone else to untie you. Will you tell me if you want me to stop?” He started to roll her nipple between his fingers. To squeeze it. “Yes” she said. “You’ll tell me?” “Yes…” Soft, breathless, desire already in her voice. He squeezed her nipple so hard that she gasped, pulled away- but only a little. He didn’t let go. Not just yet. God, he was hard feeling her next to him. He was wearing too many clothes as well, but not much longer. She moaned slightly. He knew she liked everything. The pain mixed with the pleasure. The struggle for power. With one hand still wrapped around her and pulling him next to him, he moved it to her ass. Played. Explored. The other hand grabbed her pussy to see just how wet she really was. Plenty.

Their was music playing, People scattered about the room. Evilious and Spitfire were dancing. Padme was begging Lestat for a spanking. It looked like he would agree. Juno was moving through the room, but she kept looking back towards them. Suze was quietly watching them from the bed, gently running her hand across her breasts. Karl moved his hands and pushed Devil to her knees. She didn’t resist. His hand staying on her shoulder to make sure that she maintained her balance with her hands behind her. He wore his leather kilt, and a black shirt.

She looked so hot kneeling there in front of him with her hands tied behind her. Looking up at him, the robe open, but still on. It was off the shoulders. Yes, he’d have her and soon. He pulled off his shirt, and dropped it on the floor next to her. As he went to remove his kilt, he felt the belt on the kilt. She’s struggled with the spanking earlier. Fought like the demon she was, but never cried out. He stepped out of the kilt, but pulled the belt out. He’d spank her in a minute, but she was in such a perfect position. He grabbed the back of her hair and held her head back. Then he shoved his cock in her mouth. It was a perfect play of him controlling her, but her having just enough control to give him what he wanted. And she did. Sucking him deep to the back of her throat. There was no doubt that she enjoyed this as much as she enjoyed what he saw with her and Spitfire.

After a few minutes, other thoughts were in his mind, despite the pleasure that she was giving him. She was near the bed so he simply pushed her towards it. When she landed sideways leaning against it, he roughly rolled her over so that she was face down. She couldn’t fight much in this position- not with her hands behind her back. He used his foot to spread her legs apart. He grabbed the belt, and hit her with it. Once to see her reaction. “Too much?” She had gasped and tried to move away, but she didn’t say anything. He hit her again with the belt- 2 more times. With the third strike she cried out, but her body was reacting as well. It was enough. He knew that it hurt. Even the first blow, but she refused to give in then.

He reached down and undid the tie holding her hands. Let it fall to the floor. She collapsed face down on the bed with her legs hanging off. He pulled her onto the bed. Her hair was down her back, long and blond. He pulled her head up by her head, “Tell me what you want now.” With his other hand, he reached between her legs. He was rough, but that wasn’t his concern. She was his, but she had to tell him now what she wanted. She was so wet, but he knew that before he ever touched her. Her whole body had told him. “Tell me!” An order. He let her go. He didn’t touch her at all, but was standing close. She moved her body so that her legs were touching his, reached her hand back towards him, and started to roll over. “I want you to fuck me. Your way.” He pushed her back down on the bed. Her hair was in her face, but he left his hand on her shoulder blades so she couldn’t lift up and fix it.

He straddled her with his legs, shoving hers together. When he slammed into her, he left his hand on her back, and leaned forward. He went deep. He heard the deep intact of her breath, somewhere near a gasp and a cry. He wanted to leave her raw. He would, too. She was ready. It didn’t take long before she exploded. Something that he loved to see, loved to feel.

He wondered just how much she could handle. He couldn’t take much more either. He started to play with her ass. She moved backward towards his hand. He looked at Suze, who was still on the bed next to them. She got up and silently got him some lube. He pulled out. Devil whimpered, “No. Please no…” He was quick, before he took her again. Hard. She arched, and he let her. This was worth the trouble she was.

When he was finished, they collapsed on the bed together. Devil said, “I thought I heard someone calling your name, but I didn’t care… I hope they took your clothes. I like you without them.”

The party continued…

Saturday, September 23, 2006

Pajama Party Images -- Part Five

[This is part five of a series of images and personal memories from the infamous adult blogger pajama party. A number of stories have been written about this event. The lot them are collected here.]

When I found my way back to the main room, Padme's clothes had been removed and she was kneeling in front of the desk. Bella was nowhere to be found, but Karl was moving purposefully toward the bathroom so I could guess where she had gone.

Lorelei was circling Padme, a leather crop in her hand. Padme was as still as the night. I took the opportunity to capture the scene on film:

Lorelei's top was thin and close fitting. It appeared to be made of an amazingly intricate collection of interlaced knots - almost like the Neiman Marcus version of a fishing net. As she moved it shifted in complex suggestive patterns that dazzled the eye. I could never quite figure out where the patterns started or ended - much less how to untie any of the knots. Her skirt was black and short. As she walked it flirted with, but never quite revealed, her ass or the small mound of black hair I knew to be under it. Her black leather boots came up almost to her knees. As usual, a sea mist that was felt more than seen surrounded and followed in her wake.

She was much shorter than me, and not that much taller than Padme kneeling at the desk, but she projected such power and dominance that Padme followed her every move with downcast eyes. I could not look away.

After three passes she spanked Padme. Once, twice, three times. The sound of the leather pierced the music and turned heads across the room and into the bedroom. Padme barely made a sound. When she did she was silenced immediately by a look from Lorelei.

Lorelei stepped back and motioned to Padme. Padme crawled over and came to kneel in front of her.

"What would you like mistress?" she asked.

Lorelei motioned to the knots on her top and Padme reached up to undo them. I marveled as the complex interplay of rope and knots resolved and stabilized itself, allowing Padme to untie first one and then another knot. After about a dozen knots Lorelei said "Enough!".

Padme sat back and Lorelei motioned to her to return to here place at the desk.

As Padme crawled back to the desk, Lorelei resumed her slow circling. Her top now opened to well below the level of her breasts. The complex material now revealed the shape of each breast, but still managed to just conceal her nipples. I was captivated.

Almost too literally. As I watched Lorelei circle Padme, I suddenly realized that her eyes were no longer focused on her sub. Just as suddenly I felt her will closing around my mind. I felt a hardness stirring at her command, and my eyes were drawn to her. To further confuse my senses, she chose this moment to lean over and reveal, to me only, the amazing sight of her full left breast.

I caught my breath and wondered at the strength and subtlety of her spell. But I have lived far too long to be caught so easily. And she knew it - she was playing with me. I focused inwardly for a second and then, over the channel she had created, I pushed images of the dark, still, erotic night. Images of us kissing on a moonless night under the stars. Images of my breath and then my teeth on her neck. Of my hands ripping off the remainders of her knotted top.

She smiled at me and I knew suddenly that I was playing exactly the part she had written for me. To each of my images she added her own elements. The kisses were now by the sea shore and the roar of the ocean passed over us as she nibbled on my lower lip. As my teeth passed over her neck, her fingernails passed down my back to my ass. Not drawing blood but leaving streaks as red as blood. As I removed her top it morphed in my hands into a sheath of knots that bound my wrists together so tightly that my fingers could hardly move. Simultaneously she locked my feet to the ground. I was left with the tantalizing sight of her bare breasts and no way to move any closer to touch them.

I held that moment for as long as I could stand it. Enjoying the juxtaposition of her nakedness, her closeness, and her unreachability. Then by force of will I shook off the vision and was back in the hotel room. Staring directly into Lorelei's mysterious color-defying eyes. Padme had not moved. It seemed the entire exchange had taken no more than a few seconds.

For no reason I could define, the desire to take off her top was suddenly overpowering. Thinking back, and knowing what a trouble-maker she is, I'm now convinced that that was her aim from the beginning. With no clear plan, I stepped toward her and placed a hand strongly on her shoulder. She did not resist as I brought my other hand up to began to undo her remaining knots.

And stopped short. The complexity of the knots had increased ten-fold. They folded and turned across her breasts in mind-blowing patterns. I could barely grab even one rope -- much less undo any of the knots.

"Kneel," she said. "If you want to play, you will play by my rules."

I knelt. The wise man knows when to kneel. She put her lips millimeters from my ear.

"You may be able to get them open," she whispered. "But only slowly and only with your teeth."

Still on my knees, I used my teeth to untie her knots one by one. I found that I had to use my lips, tongue and teeth together in intricate movements that were somehow instinctive - or were being fed into my overloaded brain. My knees hurt. My tongue felt like it was being rubbed raw. My lips were on fire. But I could not stop. Desire fought with pain fought with determination. But at a deeper level it was the amusement of the game we were playing together that kept me going. That and the incredible nearness and warmth of her breasts.

I lost all consciousness of the party around us. I was focused completely on the knots. Grab, twist, loop tongue, teeth, untwist. Grab, twist, ... Finally, when my world seemed to have resolved to nothing but endless rope over luscious flesh, I undid the last knot.

The top fell away. Instinct took over and my hands moved up to her breasts. In my weakened state she easily evaded me and backed up a step. The music of the party returned and she began to dance slowly in time to it. Her bare breasts holding my rapt gaze. I honestly believe that if, at this point, she had used the spell she had tried earlier I would have been her slave. But fortunately she was deeply into the music, and the sexual tension was beginning to effect her as much as it was me.

I could sense her arousal in my blood. Could feel her wetness. Could see her sexuality pervading and building in her dance. All eyes were drawn to her as the sea mist played across her body. Oh my god, I thought. This is going to be an amazing night...

Like Devil said, none of the characters in this story knew what I was up to here. It's fiction.

Friday, September 22, 2006

Pajama Party Images -- Part Four

[This is part four of a series of images and personal memories from the infamous adult blogger pajama party. A number of stories have been written about this event. The lot them are collected here.]

When I got to the bedroom, Devil and Spitfire were dancing together. My brain was still overloaded from kissing Lorelei, and seeing them together was almost more than I could take. The slow, sensuous, effortlessly choreographed movements. So sexy together. I could see how they wanted each other but they were teasing. All the time in the world to build tension for the inevitable cataclysm. Spitfire's hands wandered under the red sequins. Devil's fingers tracing Spitfire's thighs. It was almost (almost) hotter than watching them in bed together (that came later...).

I turned to see Evilicious crawling like a cat. She was wearing only a thong and black bustier. Her long slow motions were emphasized by, and drew my gaze inexorably to, her amazing legs going up to her tiny thong. I gladly helped Suze handcuff her to the bed post. As the two of them played I got the camera back out:

We were having fun, but Devil told us that Evilicious needed to be further restrained:

"Perfect," Devil said. She and Spitfire broke off their dancing and came over to the bed. They began to circle Evilicious. Watching her hungrily. She squirmed with excitement and anticipation.

Meanwhile, as she caught her breath I caught Suze in a brief quiet moment:

Then we both turned back toward the main room where we heard a commotion starting. It sounded like someone had decided that Padme needed a spanking. I went to investigate. As I left I saw Suze looking at Evilicious and reaching for her bag of toys...

Like Devil said, none of the characters in this story knew what I was up to here. It's fiction.

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Pajama Party: Suze's Story

This extract follows on from Lestat’s which you can find here.

Evie was a strong girl and I was finding it difficult to attach the cuffs to her wrists. Lestat appeared in the doorway of the bedroom just in time before she broke free from my grasp.

I slid my hand under her torso and eased her up the bed. It would be easier to restrain her now. Lestat cuffed her left arm and I took the right up to the wrought iron bedpost.

“There, you won’t be leaving this room in a hurry young lady!”, I exclaimed. Evie seemed quite passive and lay there with her chest heaving in the soft candle light. She was blindfold and could not see what awaited her. Letting the occasional whimper escape her lips. More for effect than fear. She wanted this so much.

She bucked and thrashed a little but soon quietened as I placed a soft kiss on her cherry lips. It was obvious she wanted more and her tongue began to probe between my lips and I felt a rising passion within me.

Click, click went the camera as Lestat moved in behind me and started to take pictures of our oral embrace. Evie was kissing me with a deep wanton passion now and I was beginning to feel that tell tale tingle between my legs.

I had brought toys. They were in the room next door. I was in turmoil. Do I break free from this kiss to retrieve them or stay here a moment longer savouring this blonde beauty. It didn’t take me long to decide.

Evie looked so tempting in her leather bustier and thong complete with black fishnets and what was that…

My hand made a slow decent over her tight leather bustier. The texture of leather and skin such a feast of tactile sensation. She was breathing shallow, rapid breaths now, almost panting under my touch. I traced my fingertips downwards over her stomach, stopping to run an imaginary ring around her neat little tummy button.

She has stopped thrashing long ago and now lay there waiting for me to do my bidding. Occasionally shuddering as I’d catch a particularly sensitive bundle of nerve endings. The others in the room were inconsequential now. She was under my spell and I was intent on our pleasure, mine and hers. My hand made its slow path downwards slipping under the top of her thong.

The smell of the leather and her own sweet warmth was making me feel kind of woozy and light headed. Evie’s musky aroma was taking over my senses, my being. I wanted her.

Pajama Party Images -- Part Three

[This is part three of a series of images and personal memories from the infamous adult blogger pajama party. This part was originally published here.]

Bella was under the desk. Padme leaning over it. A drink in her hand. Evilicious had the handcuffs. I could see her in the bedroom with Devil and Spitfire. I could not make out the words, but it looked like some nefarious plan was being hatched.

And Devil was dancing. Her slow sweat Tango magic that melts women and enslaves men.

There was a knock at the door. Not a soft "may I please come in" knock. Nor an overbearing "open this door or I'll blast it down" knock. This was an almost seductive "come and get me if you dare" knock.

Karl opened the door. Suze came in first. As she took off her outer jacket I couldn't resist snapping a picture:

"Hey!" she said. She stepped up to me and I thought I was going to be slapped! But somehow instead her hand went to the side of my face and up into my hair. I turned down toward her and ended up in a brief, but mind-blowing, french kiss.

I was just recovering my shattered equilibrium when Lorelei walked in. We had met earlier at the bar, but she still had the same effect she always does on me. Distant bells and that spinning dizziness in my head. I knew she was a bit camera shy but I managed to get one shot just before she pushed back the hood of her jacket:

When she pushed back the hood, the sharpness of her eyes once again caught my gaze. I could not seem to make out their color. One moment they seemed sea blue and the next black as night. I heard the cry of the gulls and felt the cold spray over a deep river current. I shook my head to clear it and, with difficulty, pulled my thoughts away.

"Good evening sweet Prince," She said.
"Good evening Lorelei my friend," I replied.
"Do I not get a greeting too?" she almost pouted.

I knew what she was capable of, but still I didn't hesitate. Foolish perhaps.

I kissed her. Suddenly the room was gone and I was swirled in sea mist. We were on the rocks by a river that had run for centuries. I could feel the long, slow weight of those years, and the ebb and flow of the river currents and the tide. The mollusks, sea gulls, terns, and the waving fronds of sea grass.

As my body responded to her kiss I put forth my power. Added images of the mountains and the bright night time sky. Deep places under ground where there is no light. Sleeping there and coming out at night to fly between the stars. Lorelei's sea mist flowed like water among the mountains. Condensed like dew on the trees, and flowed back down to the river.

Our kiss ended, and with startling suddenness I was back in the hotel room. I took Lorelei's cloak and noted with appreciation the complex knot work on the fitted black bodice she wore underneath. Wanting to run my hands over and between those knots and the curves underneath.

But there was a commotion in the bedroom, and someone was calling my name. Something about holding Evilicious down while she was handcuffed. I touched Lorelei's hand, and my camera and I headed to the bedroom.

Like Devil said, none of the characters in this story knew what I was up to here. It's fiction.

Pajama Party: Bella's story

Here's a little tidbit about Devil's pajama party. Lestat also shared some of his experiences from the start of evening.

My drink was empty and I really had to pee. So now that the coast was clear, I crawled out from under the desk and saw Karl Elvis mixing a fresh batch of drinks. Bless this man, the stoker of my fire. He mixed me another shot of fuel and telling him I’d be right back, I wandered off to find the bathroom. What was it, exactly, that made these drinks blue, yet taste like orange? There was enough of a distraction going on elsewhere in the room that I could slip away unnoticed. But could I look away from the distractions long enough to slip away?

I closed the door and flipped on the light. Decisions, decisions. I set my sights on the one on the right and headed that way. My heels click-clacked loudly on the tile floor. I slid my bottoms down and sat, sighing in relief, noticing how even this sounded funny in this vast room.

As I was standing and pulling my bottoms up, the door opened. I gasped at being caught in the act, so to speak. Karl walked in with another blue drink and closed the door behind him. The expression on his face was as if he walked in on a woman in the bathroom frequently. I felt heat rise on my face and didn’t have to look in the mirror to know my cheeks were flushed a bright red.

He put the drink down between the sinks and turned his back to it, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed in front of him. Our eyes met and as I walked toward him, I turned my foot and stumbled.

"Too much to drink or not used to wearing heels?" He asked.

"The tile is slippery." It sounded reasonable.

I paused as I neared him and wondered what Ms. Manners suggests in this particular scenario. I heard a squeal from the other room and shifted my gaze to the door and then back to him. He stood there, face expressionless and eyes animated, not saying a word.

I started to reach around him to grab the drink, suddenly needing it pretty badly. He grabbed my arm midway between my wrist and elbow.

"Have you washed your hands?"

My eyes widened. "Not yet."

"You weren’t going to touch that drink with dirty hands, were you, dirty girl?"

I glanced in the mirror and saw embarrassment send another wave of crimson over my cheeks.


"Then what were you reaching for?"


"Yes… That’s what I thought."

He turned and pulled me along to the sink.

"Wash your hands."

I could have crawled right under the vanity and died. But I washed my hands. I did it slowly and methodically, adjusting the water temperature and watching closely while I scrubbed vigorously. I was prolonging what was coming next. I looked up and saw him behind me now, close to the tub, but watching me.

I turned the water off and grabbed a fluffy blue towel. When my hands were dry, I reached for the glass.

"I don’t think so. Not without some correction first."

I swallowed hard, turned around, and looked up at him.


Before I could get the word out of my mouth, he was speaking again. "On your knees and bend over the tub. And lose the lingerie."

I stood there somewhat stunned.

His next words jolted me into action.

"Lose it your way or lose it mine."

I stepped out of the tap pants and lifted the cami over my head. He tossed a towel onto the floor and I knelt there, bending over the tub, like a good girl. The porcelain was cold and my nipples stiffened. I really needed that drink.

His hand lightly grazed my ass and I shivered. He rubbed a circle on one cheek then popped me hard. The heavy ring he wore felt like lightening every time he hit me, and they kept coming in rapid fire, moving from cheek to cheek. The echo was maddening. My moans escalated into a throaty cry and suddenly there was silence.

"Get up."

I pushed myself to my feet shakily and turned toward him, my eyes searching to see just what was going on. Was it an invitation? Was it a challenge? Did he know he’d made me dripping wet? But his eyes gave nothing away. He shifted his glance downward and behind me.


He nodded toward the mirror and I looked over my shoulder to see my bright red ass. Just seeing it made it burn intensely and I shivered again. I looked back at him.

"Now you can have that drink…"

I stepped to the other side of the bathroom and picked it up. Our eyes met again in the mirror and I took a long sip while he continued.

"But your pretty blue lingerie stays in here."

He opened the door then and stood back while I walked through it.

Like Devil said, none of the characters in this story knew what I was up to here. It's fiction.

Pajama Party Images -- Part Two

[This is part two of a series of images and personal memories from the infamous adult blogger pajama party. Part one can be found here. This part was first published here]

I got to the suite before most of the women. Gave me a chance to catch Karl in front of the bar while there was still a full set of bottles:

Spitfire was also there early. I was having trouble forming a coherent sentence around her. I think that had something to do with her outfit. All I can say is "Oh my god." We snagged a couple of Margaritas and I did manage to convince her to pose for me on the bed:

Nice eh? She was playing with a wicked looking pair of handcuffs. I decided they would look great on her. She didn't completely agree but it was fun trying...

But then more guests arrived and my photographical duty called. I got one particularly nice close-up of Devil:

Then there were drinks all around and the party really got rolling. And then there were some very interesting surprise guests (especially for me). But that will have to wait until next time.

Like Devil said, none of the characters in this story knew what I was up to here. It's fiction.

Pajama Party Images -- Part One

[This is part one of a series of images and personal memories from the infamous adult blogger pajama party. It was first published here.]

When we arrived the first thing that struck me was "well at least she has some style". Here is a shot of the hotel lobby just off the registration desk.


Our rooms were not quite ready but I didn't have much trouble letting myself in anyway. I wanted to get at least one shot before anyone else had "decorated". So this is the before shot of the pajama party luxury suite:

Having finished my initial photographical responsibilities, I stopped by the hotel bar to wait for our room. The bar was nicely dark even in mid-afternoon. The walls mahogany. Candles burning. I relaxed, perhaps too much, at the bar. It seemed smoky - strange since cigarettes were not allowed. Almost I thought I heard distant cathedral bells. My slow brain was just processing what that could mean when I felt a mysterious touch on my shoulder and a warm breath on my neck.

"Monsieur de Lioncourt, with his back to the door." A soft female voice said inches from my ear.

I didn't move. I recognized the voice. A warm chill spread up my back, split in two, and splintered to my ear and my loins. Then I felt her lips right on my ear.

"What a rare find. A pleasure indeed." I felt her teeth on my ear lobe. Almost, but not quite, drawing blood.

Still not moving any other part of my body, I ran one hand up her back, across the soft, thin fabric of her dress until I found her hair. Methodically I circled my fingers to tangle them deeply in her hair.

Then, just before she drew blood I pulled down and drew her head back. She did not resist. Her neck was exposed as I turned to her. For the first time I could see her low cut dress - a beautiful smoky burgandy. I stopped millimeters over her neck.

"The pleasure is all mine," I said. "But what brings you here? I didn't see your name on the guest list."

"A last minute addition," said a new voice I recognized to be Devil's. "Now, if you'll please unhand my guest I believe our rooms are ready. I'm sure she would like to get ready for the party."

I took one last look at the flush on her cheek spreading wondrously down to her neck. Then I slowly untangled my fingers and let her go.

"For now," I said.

Like Devil said, none of the characters in this story knew what I was up to here. It's fiction.

Devil's Pajama Party Part 2

Some of the Ladies missed it...


Maybe others.

But Karl was answering the door.

When they heard the music play.

They came to see.

Karl wasn't shy.
Willing to let all in to play.
Figures that sooner or later.

The woman might need more.

He's hoping anyway.

The only ones he's turning away.

Hotel security!

Devil's Pajama Party

The hotel
Our own rooms.
But we met in the suite.
Luxury suite.

Long coats hiding the clothes we wore.
Only two men were invited.
Those that live here.
Jobs they had.
Lestat- The photographer. The writer.
To tell the tale later.
KarlElvis- Doorman, Bouncer, Peacekeeper if needed, Bartender, and Designated Spanker...

The guests-
Padme- wore a red thong... Nothing more.
Bella- Blue pajamas- from Fredericks.
Evilious - Black Leather corset.
Spitfire - Pink lace. See through.
Devil - Black and red teddy. The red were sequins. Formed a collar too. And boots.

What they brought-
Padme - spanking toys
Bella- feathers
Evilious - a whip
Spitfire - handcuffs
Devil - Silk ties and a blindfold

Oh you know that Karl and Lestat wanted to play...

Music played.
Devil danced.
Spitfire joined her.
Hands on each other.
Evilious cracked her whip.
Smiling her wicked grin.

Hey Padme-
What does Master think about the party?
Doesn't he want to come?
He doesn't know...
Oh Bad, Bad girl.
You need a spanking...
More than one she said.
I need them all night.

Bella crawled under the desk.
Evilious said I get this one!
She said at the desk.
Padme leaned over.
Spitfire counted 1, 2, 3, 4, 5...
And Bella's hands went up Padme's legs..
Pushing them wider apart.

These ladies need a drink.
I want to watch more than this.
Lestat's camera never stopped.
He was crawling on the floor.

Oh wait.
Evilious hit him with her whip!
So he turned and took pictures of her.
She loved it.
A model. Touching her self to the music.
For him. Bella is watching too.
Left her husband behind to come!
Ladies party..
The girl is wild.

Karl left Padme a drink on the desk.
Her spanking was over-
but she pretended it wasn't.
Bella still under the desk...
(What comes after the dot dot dot?)

How was he going to give Bella a drink?
Eyes peering between wide legs.
A red thong.
Oh hell- he just knelt down and handed the drink
through the lovely arch.
Couldn't resist letting his hands touch as he stood.
Click. Click. Click.
I need another spanking! She whined.
No problem...
Karl was ready for that!

Spitfire and Devil were dancing?
Well still in the center of the room...
Moving to music.
Moving to each other's music too!
Evilious was circling them.
Her hands all over them.
As theirs played with her as well.
She went to the floor.
Took Devil's boots off.

Hey! We never got a drink!
Devil's being a brat.
Karl's eyebrows went up.
Used to controling the women.
Evil was crawling on the floor.
Towards Bella. Between Padme.
Around Lestat.
Click. Click. Click.
Around Spitfire.
A beatiful cat. Long blond hair.
She couldn't decide where to pounce.
She wanted it all. She could have it tonight.

Karl brought a drink for Spitfire.
He spilled Devil's on her.
Spitfire grinned. The clothes come off!
So that you can get properly cleaned up.
The sound of velcro...
Was that a video camera?

Devil's fire flashed.
I wanted my drink!
Evilious grabbed her ankle.
Spitfire said, but I want my twin!
I want her in my handcuffs.
Powerless. Like she wants to be.
A struggle. A fight that wasn't real.
Avoiding the bed-
for the physical contact.
The nails on skin.
Devil fights.
A struggle from within.
A smile on her face.
Damned Gemini.

Lestat! Karl! Help.
Get her down on the bed.
Evilious is in the way.
Is she helping Devil or Spitfire?
Devil hold her. Two to move.
She is a wild cat. Always there.

Lestat pins Evilious.
And she looks up at him with a smile.
Karl struggles with Devil.

Padme walks over.
Spank the Devil.
She needs it.
Bella joins her.
When did they lose their clothes?

Yes. Devil gets a spanking.
Not as willing as Padme.
She'll have bruises from the struggle.
Lestat can't take pictures here.
Holding Evilious.
But she's all over him.
Spitfire says stop when Devil slows.
Moves to kisses.

Handcuff them together.
Evilious and Devil.
For awhile.
It's done.
But all the women are on the bed...
The men not far away.

What happens next at Blue's Pajama party?
There was still a blindfold-
and silk ties that were never used...
A night to spend.

(None of the characteracters in this story had any real knowledge of what I was upto. Devil's causing trouble her way. They may or may not be true to form. I take full responsiblity. It's nothing more than fiction! Enjoy it at that level. It started from comments on another post. Click their icons to get to their sites. "What comes after the ...")

( BW Artwork Tenderness by Valerian70)

(Artwork - top; Becca II by nhirschberger)

Friday, September 15, 2006

Weekend Plans

I'm going to a pajama party! You can read all about it at Devil's. And yes, red is my color of choice when it comes to thongs.