the future is x-rated

[xthelucasx]

this is a collection of:
porn
bad poetry
short ramblings
pda
boredom

i plan on making angie write in here too, because she is an amazing writer and should be read. i, on the other hand, am half pretentious bukowski rip-off and half depressing hallmark card.

enjoy or don't, either way sharing is caring.

Matthew Good Band - The Future is X-Rated

There's holes up in the sky
The devil punched down to the monkeys
And now they've got drive through
And a video store where there used to be real live actors
Used to ride around here
Up on my high horse
With all the other good little butcher boys
A plagiarist of course
So roll over sweet thing
Like a nuclear reprisal inbound from outer space
There's a comparison here I'm trying to swing

God damn it's deafening
Wish you'd shut up about everything
The future is x-rated

There's holes up in the sky
And no one's seen your son in days
And things just keep getting weirder and weirder
And now christmas is for shopping
And the shopping god is everything
So roll over and lose it
Cuz power is just another one of those things baby
It's pointless if you ain't gonna use it

God damn it's deafening
Wish you'd shut up about everything
The future is x-rated
Used to ride around here on my high-high horse

[xthelucasx]

I've spent nearly every free second of the last months talking to her or thinking about her. Her voice owns me. She can control my physical reaction with her tone -- my breathing, my blood pressure, if I keep tapping my foot or not. It's impressive, really. She has implanted trigger phrases into me, combinations of words equivalent to grabbing my cock and flipping my stomach upside down, all while licking my ear.

I've thought about a thousand nights of her in my bed, a thousand nights of her mouth symbiotically attached to mine, feeding off of each other. I've painted scenes of us in my head, high end porn slideshows full of freeze-framed shots of my tongue in her mouth, her hand on my cock, her tits pressed against my chest, her heels hooked in my belt, my hand squeezing her thigh, all in black and white, all to the soundtrack of her coming in my ear over the phone.

I've listened as I've fucked her from a thousand miles away and felt every second of it, from her sucking me off to me pushing inside her to her coming on my cock and me coming shortly thereafter. I've felt her put her leg over my shoulder and watched her eyes smile while I pull her onto my cock by her hips. I've felt her hold so tight with her pussy that it was nearly impossible to pull out and pump into her.

My days are spent in anticipation of her voice saying "You want to fuck, Luke?" with that unmistakable tone of lust and sugar.

[xthelucasx]

once upon a time
there was a boy
he poked bruises
and beat on windows
he sat alone
through winter
and spring
and stared out the window
through fall
summer burned him
into a pile of ash

once upon a time
there was a pile of ash
it got buried under a snow drift
freezing through winter
thawing slowly under the bright
spring sun
growing with the remains of leaves
and debris
through summer
then autumn came
and blew it away -- directly east
where it drowned in the atlantic
back where it belonged

once upon a time
there was a giant fish
the size of a battleship
it swam in circles
with little symbiotic barnacles
dependent on those circles
attached to it's side
the barnacles found the ash
found the boy
and ate him
and it sustained it through the winter,
spring,
summer,
and fall.

once upon a time
there was a great star
a supergiant
it died slower than the rest
it dwindled gradually through winter
small nuclear reactions making it brighter
and smaller
spring and summer
watched it burn even hotter
and in the fall
it exploded -- a supernova
taking the galaxy with it

once upon a time
there was a great pile of ash
suspended in a vacuum
of nothing
and there was a boy
and a fish
and a barnacle
and a star

[xthelucasx]

"Baby, are you ready? We’re going to be late", she asked from the bedroom doorway. She had showered first and was dressed and ready. I came out of the bathroom tucking in my crisp white collared shirt. I looked up and saw her standing there, one hand on her hip and I was nearly floored. She was beyond gorgeous -- Expensive and classic.

"Does my hair look alright? I'm freaking out." I asked once I could stop staring and my brain started working again.

"Your hair is perfect, baby. Relax, everything will be fine. Did you pick a tie?" She replied while smoothing the shoulders of my shirt.

"No, which looks the most 'Hey, we wanna give you a huge promotion'?" I asked pointing to the five ties lying out on the bed.

She examined them, looked at me, then chose the skinny black one -- I always trusted her taste. I buttoned the top button of my shirt and she expertly tied my tie. She carefully examined her work, straightening the tie and my collar, then placed her hands on my chest and kissed me.

"You look handsome. Grab your jacket, we better go." I took one last look in the mirror, put my jacket on and headed for the door.

As we took the stairs down to the parking garage, I considered how we would look when we made our entrance into the restaurant. Me in a vintage cut four-button suit and her in that tight black pencil skirt, low cut sweater and glasses. We always complimented each other perfectly, like Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers, Elvis and Priscilla, pure perfection.

I was grateful for the twenty minute drive into the city, her hand alternatively on my leg and the back of my neck was calming. It was a big night. We were meeting with the creative director of my department and two senior producers. It was a curious form of business courtship: go to dinner, introduce the wives, and impress them all with your wit and charm over a ridiculously expensive meal. It's the get to know you procedure that everyone has to endure before being given a multi-million dollar project. I knew with her at my side they would be wooed and Monday morning they would say my wife was delightful and hand over the project. She was my lucky charm. Nothing ever went wrong when she was around.

We parked in the garage of the monolithic structure that housed a somewhat trendy and pretentious restaurant on the thirty-fifth floor overlooking all of downtown Vancouver. Despite her worries that we would be late, we arrived about a half hour early. I checked my watch and smiled at her. She began reapplying lipstick and I was hypnotized as soon as her lips parted. My mind was flooded with a slideshow of us that morning. She woke me up by sucking me off and then riding my cock until we both came, the best alarm ever.

"Are you still nervous, baby?" She asked running her hand up my leg.

"Slightly, I really want that project." I replied distractedly as she smiled and began to undo my zipper. She must have caught me staring at her mouth.

"Don't be nervous, honey." She cooed as she slid her hand through my zipper and into my boxers, grabbing my cock. My jaw dropped and my eyes threatened to roll back into my head as she started to stroke my cock.

"We have about a half hour, right? I think you should let me help you relax." She jacked me off slowly, making me hard in her hand. I was ready in less than thirty seconds. That's how it always was with her, perma-grin and a perpetual hard-on.

She pulled my cock out and leaned over the seat bringing her mouth less than an inch from the tip. She hovered there a second, teasing it with her breath. After what felt like an eternity she licked the head of my cock slowly, tracing the circumference. I was frozen, transfixed by her mouth. She tucked her hair behind her ear, pushed her glasses up and looked at me as she moved her mouth down onto my cock, taking nearly all eight inches at once. She kept my cock down her throat for a minute and slowly rose up, leaving traces of lipstick around the shaft. It was beautiful and I knew I would come quickly. She focused the efforts of her mouth on the head of my cock while her hand worked the rest. She pulled her mouth off my cock and smiled when she tasted my pre-come.

"Aww, baby, if you come in my mouth you'll ruin my lipstick. I want to impress your bosses." She teased as she continued to jack me off with her hand. The set of her mouth was predatory, that look always made my cock so hard it hurt.

"Honey, I promise I'll be polite and wipe your chin, now please just suck it." I replied smirking, placing my hand on the back of her head. She smiled and put her mouth back on my cock, this time giving up control, letting me fuck her mouth and hand. I could feel the head of my cock hitting the back of her throat. She was good and didn't gag. She was high end porn that way.

I fucked her mouth for awhile, forcing my cock in and out of her mouth and down her throat. She moaned a little, enjoying every inch of me in her mouth. I felt the string of pearls around her neck graze my cock and I came immediately, shooting down her throat. She moved her mouth off my cock and jerked the rest out of me onto her tongue. I laid my head back on the headrest in pure bliss. She licked the tip of my cock to get all of my come. She examined it and looked satisfied, carefully putting it back into my pants for me, leaving her hand inside my boxers still holding it. I looked up and wiped the smudges of lipstick off her mouth with my thumb. She smiled and sucked my thumb. I was dying to fuck her with my fingers and watch her come.

I heard a car and tore my attention away from my thumb in her mouth, long enough to glance in the rear view mirror and see producer number one's black Mercedes roll into the parking spot behind us. "You're amazing, baby. Thank you." I said. She smiled and pulled her hand out of my pants. I kissed her hard, smearing her lipstick further. I was tempted to say screw dinner and fuck her right there in my truck. She felt my intentions and kissed me harder, but pulled away. She said, "You can make me come when we get home, baby. I promise." and began fixing her makeup again.

I sighed slightly as I studied the Mercedes in my rear view. It was one of the many reminders of just how hard I was selling out. She felt my mood change immediately. She turned my head to look me in the eye and with her hand still on my face she said, "It is what is. Do what you have to do and then repay yourself when you start your own company." She had always shared my disdain of middle aged white male corporate culture, but also understood better than anyone the end goal in all of this. She was always fiercely supportive. I nodded and kissed her cheek, then went around to open her door.

"Lucas, it's nice to see you. This is my wife." producer number one said gesturing to the woman at his side. We shook hands and I introduced Angie. This same little greeting took place with producer number two and the creative director as we waited to be seated. We all made small talk at the table during dinner, "Where are you from"... "Oh my Uncle so and so lives there"... Blah, blah, blah. I was bored senseless and it was obviously showing slightly, because Angie ran her hand up my leg, which was the agreed upon signal that I was being anti-social. I stepped up my questioning of producer number one's wife and tried harder to look interested about the weather in New England where her family was from.

Once dinner was finished, producer number two suggested we order drinks. I knew the work talk was about to begin and so did the wives, as they became quickly disinterested and started asking each other where they had gotten their shoes. Angie pretended to listen to them, but really had her ear on what was being said between the creative director and me. She was a smart girl and had a knack for seeing people's real motivations. I always appreciated her observations.

"What we are really looking to do with this game is break the boundaries of the industry, really think outside the box..." he droned on and on. Creative director my ass, he had no clue what the average player wanted and was generally full of shit. It was once said to me that if you believe wholly that your ideas are better than anyone else's and you can convince others to agree with you, then you will rise to the top of the field. That was apparently true as he was full of bad ideas that he clung to like religion and would preach them to anyone who would listen.

I would catch Angie's eye randomly during his lecture and had to hide my smile in my drink. I warned her about him and she obviously agreed with my summation of his personality, as she would give me covert eye rolls.
Eventually, producer number two piped in with, "We think you're the best candidate to lead this project. We trust your vision and would like to see where it will lead us." I was genuinely flattered and couldn't manage to suppress my smile. Neither could Angie, who had stopped pretending to listen to the wives and had her full attention on our conversation. The promotion and the project were mine. After another round of drinks producer number one paid the tab on the company account and began the goodbyes.
We were both smiling ear to ear as we headed from the elevator, through the parking garage and into my truck.

"I can't fucking believe it, baby!" I said as calmly as I could, which was somewhere between a shout and a war cry.

I wanted to scream from a mountain, I wanted to dance on a grassy hillside with Julie Andrews, I wanted to thank every deity I could imagine. I was elated. Finally, all my hard work, the 16 hour days 7 days a week, paid off in more than money.

"I'm so proud of you, honey." Angie beamed. I kissed her hard and couldn't stop smiling for the entire drive home. I turned up the radio and we rocked out to a mix of our favorite songs, yelling lyrics out the window at the people we passed. I couldn't remember ever being happier than this moment.
I pulled into a liquor store and bought a bottle of the "panty-drop" champagne she liked so much. I pulled the top of the bottle out of the brown paper bag as I entered the truck and gave her my one eyebrow raised cheesy invitations for sex. She laughed, which was the goal -- that was always the goal.

I chased her up the stairs of our house shedding my rather expensive suit jacket on the way, leaving the bottle of champagne on the seventh stair. I caught her at the top and wrapped my arms around her tight, kissing her hard. She returned my kiss breathing heavily, as I lifted up her skirt and traced her garters with the tips of my fingers. She was holding on tight to my tie, pulling me against her. The combination of her mouth, garters and pulling on my tie went straight to my cock. I was ready to go and she hadn't even touched it, she had that effect on me regularly.

Apparently, she noticed and pulled away for just a second, smiling and looking down at my pants. I smiled back and kissed her harder. I decided the hard wood floor of the entryway would be less preferable to just fucking her upright, I pushed her back against the wall hard and began fumbling with my belt keeping my mouth attached to hers.

I pulled my cock out and her hand went immediately to it. I twisted my arm around hers feeling for the edge of her panties. I found it and slid my finger underneath and moved them aside. I traced from her hole, spreading her with my index finger, up to her clit, she was dripping wet. She breathed heavily against my shoulder, let go of my cock and wrapped her arms around my neck -- Giving in to the fact that I wanted to please her and my cock was in no danger of losing its readiness.

I teased her pussy with my index finger, drawing her wetness up onto her clit and rubbing it just enough to feel good without putting her too close to the edge. I could tell she wanted me inside her from the way she sucked and bit my lower lip.

Instead of obliging her I pushed my index finger into her mouth. She cleaned it and I kissed her hard, my tongue exploring her taste in her mouth.

"Baby, you always taste so good." I said when I pulled away from her mouth.

She replied, "I know."

I smiled again, reattached my mouth to hers and slid two fingers deep inside of her. She moaned with pleasure as I immediately hit her spot. I knew her body like the back of my hand -- I knew what would melt her, make her drip. We stood there, her leaning hard against the wall and I fucked her deep with my fingers, eventually making it three pressing hard against her spot.

I felt her pussy tighten around my fingers, so I fucked her harder with my hand. She turned her head to the side and with her lips parted, breathing hard and moaning an occasional "Yeah." I always thought she was the most incredibly beautiful with her face turned in profile while being fucked by me. Exquisite.

She opened her eyes, locked them with mine and said very seriously, almost gravely, "Baby, if you keep fucking me like that I'm going to come."
"I know. You should." I replied and fucked her faster and harder with my hand.

I pressed my forehead against hers and put my hand on the wall to brace myself. She was clinging to me to keep from falling over, losing inches as her knees bent under the pleasure. She went quiet and I knew what was coming.

"Hey Luke." She struggled out.
"Hey Angie." I replied in turn.

"You should fuck your wife." With that she moaned loudly and started coming hard on my hand. I let her get deep into her orgasm, before I pulled my fingers out and replaced them with cock, wrapping her leg around my waist.

She gasped, still coming, as I pumped hard into her, her pussy tight around my cock, nearly lifting her off the floor. She pulled at my shirt moaning, "Yeah." alternating with "Fuck me." nearly every time I pushed hard into her. She was so fucking sexy. After maximum a minute and a half, the deadly combination of her garter against my hip, her lips swollen from kissing and a rush of blood, her eyes staring into mine, the sound of my cock pushing in and out of her, the waves of pleasure radiating off her and into me, and the hot tightness of her pussy around my cock made me come hard and quick deep inside her.

"Take it, baby." I barely managed to murmur.

"Give it to me, give me all your come. I want it. Fill me up." She replied almost greedily, as she received it all.

We collapsed there together against the wall. I wondered how we got on the floor as I laid there in a heap with my arms around her, trying to catch my breath, while she kissed my neck softly.

[angie]

Luke held the door for me and I felt a breeze push my hair back off my collar as I entered the darkened restaurant. “Thanks.” I smiled at him and he nodded silently. I studied his face for his mood, serious but distracted for some reason. I let it go knowing work was pushing him to the brink. We were at Kameii, an excellent sushi house in downtown Vancouver. I wanted to relax and just be for a bit. Monday would be back to push us around soon enough.
I dressed appropriately, tight black skirt with a thigh high slit, black blouse done up to the neck but with a keyhole cut-out at chest level. I wore a sheer black bra underneath and matching panties. I decided it was a garter and seamed stockings kind of night remembering his reaction when I first wore them. He told me that while walking in front of him he became transfixed by the seam disappearing up under my skirt. I liked having control over his reactions to me physically. He had been controlling mine from a distance for quite some time. I thought of the strangeness of it all, the twists that had led us to this point. I charged that I manifested it. I knew it was important for us to meet, no matter what happened. I got over guilt and realized that sometimes things were just fated.
I swallowed a sigh as I took Luke’s profile in. He was wearing a black suit, black shirt and lapis coloured tie that caught the colour of his eyes when he turned and smiled in my direction. He was so handsome. I felt happy and secure in a steady stream of love energy from him. It was an amazing vibe to connect as both friends and lovers. Touche, cliché, but it was like the best of both worlds, worlds only talked about in Cosmo.
The hostess led us to a banquette and I was pleased we would be beside each other. I wanted to get mildly buzzed and make out. I liked him that close, at my shoulder, I felt protected. The overly polite Asian waitress took our sake and beer order and I smiled at him. Luke stared out the windows towards the panoramic view of the mountains, “It’s nice here, the city lights are amazing.” He took my hand and squeezed it. “I missed you all week.” Luke kissed my wrist.
“I sleep beside you every night.” I sipped my sake and grinned. “I thought we agreed, if one of us is asleep, the other one might as well be. I think it’s a good mutual agreement. I don’t feel like we’re missing any “quality time”.”
Luke raised his eyebrow, “True but uh, I’m going to need some of those hours back. I’m gonna need that “sleep time” you’ve been having, gonna need that back -- by Monday.” I laughed and poured more sake. He was my Will Ferrell but hotter. I loved his humour, it made me feel connected at a very base survival level. It made me trust him. “So, uh, what are you wearing?” he intoned. I just shook my head.
“Baby, let’s go to Vegas and get married.” I tilted my head to see if he’d bite.
“We’re already married. You just want to wear that rad wedding dress again.” Luke downed a shot of sake. “I thought your mom was pretty good about the whole red and black thing.”
“My mom’s always good in the end. I paid enough money for that dress, I think I should wear it at least twice a year, for no good reason. Reality is I just like you in a four button suit with a tie that matches me.” I winked and stared at my ring. I had always told him a twist tie would do. It’s just harder to show off to the girlfriends. “You’ve got good taste honey. I hardly needed to guide you on design.” He had chosen a princess cut diamond with a simple four-claw setting. It sat raised up from the platinum band. It was gorgeous. He pulled through.
“Thanks, I thought you might like it.” He grinned a young boy smile and I felt a bolt of desire shoot through me. My mind flashed to the beginning. The first time we met Luke flew me in for my birthday. I surprised him by being half an hour early. I saw him sitting in a chair, leg casually crossed over his knee. I stopped in front of him and said, “Hey, are you gonna come get my bag?” I actually feigned walking away from him. He was on the phone and not prepared for this situation. He hung up mid-conversation, jumped to his feet and thrust a pink gerbera daisy at me. He remembered my favourite flower from a passing comment. He scored immediate points. I had zero peripheral vision until we got into his truck. I saw no one but him, literally. I recall being aware of it at some point and thinking, “This is like a dream or a movie because I know we’re surrounded by people and I can’t see anything but his eyes.” I remember ending up in front of the baggage carousel and glancing over and seeing my suitcase and thinking it was odd that it was right there waiting upright, not on the carousel. “That’s my bag. I guess we can go.” The angels were working overtime for me.
I arrived in San Diego at 4:30 pm and by 8:30 pm I was in his bed. He played mixed songs of a four month courtship and songs from a courtship kept in check from a year ago. So much pent up ready to tumble down. It was going to be pure between us because it always should have been and it was years ago. We were new but electric. I understood his body immediately as he pushed me back towards the top of the bed. I had a moment when I was first under him. It caught me off guard, how he was looking at me, like he could finally really see me. It made me gasp at time/space/memory. It was then that I knew I had met him before. He made me remember. We built it up and burned it down.

But baby you can see that the gazing eye won't lie
Don't give up your lover tonight
She found a lonely sound
She keeps on waiting for time out there
Oh love, can you love me babe
Love, is this loving babe
Is time turning around

Narc by Interpol built to a thundering question and Luke grabbed my face and squeezed, his thumb pulling at the corner of my mouth, “You’re mine, I fucking own you. Got it?” I flinched and my hand flew to my face when he grabbed for me. Knee jerk from years ago. He saw it but pushed through. I thought I would fall away completely.
I narrowed my eyes and instinctively wanted to fight it. I read him quickly and jumped to him fully, ship to ship. My heart was gone. I nodded slowly and put my arm down, “Yeah. You own me.” He offered me safety and I knew I could now realign my fight or flight instinct. Protection. His hands would never hurt me.
The waitress appeared in front of us to take our dinner order, more beer, and more sake. I turned to face Luke while he squeezed my thigh. He traced the snap of my garter on the outside of my skirt.
“Nice baby. I like it when you dress up for me. Especially like this.” Luke smirked and nudged the edge of my skirt up with his beer bottle. I smiled and crossed my legs. He slid his hand up my skirt and caressed my upper thigh. It felt good and I relaxed into the banquette enjoying the colours of the lighting. My vodka tonic glowed cobalt and I wondered if our baby might have the same colour eyes.
The restaurant was getting crowded and hip young couples and businessmen streamed by to be seated. There was a large sushi bar to the left with two quick moving chefs working their edible magic. I mostly studied body language and clothing. People gave themselves away. A pretty young blonde looked to be having an awkward date with someone she clearly was smitten with. She was nodding a lot with a huge grin on her face and doing the hair toss. I felt voyeuristic and cursed that I couldn’t hear their dialogue. I smiled at her. A tall man at the end of the sushi bar drinking scotch caught my eye. He wore a black suit jacket and a white and blue striped shirt. He looked like a broker on a day the Dow had tumbled. I wondered if he had lost a million today. The sad Capitalist. Why did I feel sorry for him?
Luke pulled me to him and nuzzled my neck I giggled and kissed the back of his head. When I looked up the broker was looking at me and smiling. I smiled back and pulled Luke up. “Baby, that man is looking at us.”
Luke looked past my shoulder and raised his eyebrow. “Well, you’re hot.”
“No, I think he’s gay and he wants you.” I laughed. There had been a strange phenomenon when Luke and I had gone shopping in the Davie Village in Vancouver. Walking down the main drag of gaytown I noticed gay men of all ages staring at him. I commented on it at first to Luke then started to make loud statements such as, “He’s taken. Thanks.” Luke was oblivious to it but I saw it. I had keen gaydar. Part of my job as a fag hag was to witness the interaction between gay men and interpret it. Living with Warren had honed this skill.
“Honey, that man is clearly into you.” I patted Luke’s arm.
“Well, I’m not into him, I’m into you. Now let me kiss you.” And with that he pulled my face to him and I yielded feeling the thrill of his kiss all the way to my toes. I sighed into his mouth and crossed my legs, letting one of my heels fall off. I felt flushed and kept my eyes closed when he pulled away finally. I opened my eyes and blinked. “Huh.” Our word for, “you’ve just blown me away.”
Luke smiled and stared at my mouth, “I love your mouth. I think it’s the most beautiful mouth in the world.” He lightly traced his thumb over my lips and I automatically opened. He pushed his thumb in and I closed softly around it. “So fucking hot. I like the way you suck what I put in your mouth.” I nodded slowly and seriously. He cupped my face and whispered in my ear, “I also like what you let me put in your pussy.” He kissed me hard, his thumb still partially in my mouth. Luke glanced up and quickly looked around, draining his beer in one pull. He looked at me and I could tell. He leaned to bite my lips and pushed against me hard. I clutched at his belt buckle and stroked his erection to fullness through his pants.
Luke growled into my ear, “You make me so fucking hard baby. The way you tease me.” I felt his beer bottle against my leg. I shifted as he pulled my skirt up, his hand in between my thighs, forcing me to open them. He looked down, forehead against mine and pulled my panties to the side. I gasped and put my hand protectively between my legs. “Don’t Luke.”
“Angie, open your legs. Don’t make me force you.” His jaw was set and his eyes unmoving. He began to kiss my neck. “Come on, just do it for me. Let me see if you’re wet for me.” I couldn’t seem to catch my breath. I looked up, the broker was fixated. He couldn’t see Luke’s hands but I knew he knew. I closed my eyes and turned my body into Luke. He pushed my thighs open and I felt the bottle slide in. I gasped and grabbed Luke’s arms. He looked from his hand to my face. “Sh-h-h, what’s wrong baby? Just relax. Just pretend it’s my cock.” Evil. I looked at him and closed my eyes, my lips parted, just trying to breathe. He leaned over and kissed me slowly, his tongue moving in rhythm with his hand. “You’re a good girl, but your hips always betray you. You move for me when I fuck you, whether it’s my tongue, my fingers, my fist or my cock. You always move.”
“You make me do things.” I stopped short and shook my head. I felt drugged, must have been the sake, too much, a quick buzz and a quick headache.
“But what? You don’t want to do them?” Luke was challenging me. “You don’t like it when I make you suck my cock? When I slide eight inches down your throat? I always tell you how impressed I am with you.” He was stroking my ego while stroking my clit.
“I try to be polite at all times.” I said quietly. Luke was sliding the bottle slowly in and out of my pussy punctuated by a forceful thrust when he had pushed as far as he could. I sat up straighter and gripped his arm and turned my head to the wall of the restaurant away from people. Out of the corner of my eye I caught the broker still staring and I wondered if he was getting off on it. It made me wetter.
“I think we should go soon.” I pleaded. I needed his cock in me. I needed to feel him slam into me, my tits bouncing in time. It was primal with him, so fucking good, every time. Luke slid the bottle out of me and I immediately crossed my legs and squeezed. I shuddered. Luke pushed the bottle into my mouth and said quietly, “Suck that baby, suck your juices off that for me.” I felt the glass between my teeth and tasted myself on my lips. Luke pulled the bottle out of my mouth and kissed me hard. “You taste good baby, so good.” His look was intense and I knew we would end up fucking in the banquette if we didn’t leave. Luke took a shot of sake and gently kissed me, letting a steady stream of warm alcohol into my mouth. He pulled back and I felt dazed as he wiped my mouth with his thumb. “Let’s go, I need to fuck you.” He held my arm for me when I stood to steady me on my heels. Luke paid the bill and when I came out of the ladies room I brushed past the broker. We both turned to look at each other.
“That was nice. Your husband is a lucky man.” He smiled and turned quickly on his heel and walked away. I stopped and leaned against the wall. I felt odd. A wave of emotion came over me. He was straight, Luke was straight, no Luke was queer, no straight, I’m queer, no I’m straight now. I couldn’t figure it out. I didn’t want to. I just knew Luke was the man I’d always wanted to be with. I didn’t care anymore about how anyone identified themselves.
Luke led me to the alley where his truck was parked. I leaned up against the door, he turned on his stereo and I could hear Broken Social Scene, Shoreline. It was a beautiful night and I wanted him to show me the constellations. He lowered the truck windows and came around to the passenger’s side. I smiled and wondered if I should tell him about the broker. I took a chance.
“Hey, when I was leaving the bathroom I ran into that guy who was watching us.” Luke kissed my throat and I stroked the back of his neck.
“Oh yeah?” Luke began to undo the buttons to my blouse. He traced the outline of my nipple through the sheer material of my bra. “I like this bra, you can see pink through the black. It’s fucking sexy. Nice honey.” He swooped in and bit my nipple, gently at first then harder. I sucked air through my teeth.
“You’re making me crazy.” I stood flamingo-like on one leg, the other one with my heel flat against the truck doorframe.
“Tell me what that man said to you.” Luke pulled my breasts out started to pinch and suck them roughly. I squirmed.
“He said, thank you and that my husband was a lucky man.” Luke bit down hard and I yelped.
“He’s right, I am a lucky man. See he wasn’t into me. He was into you.” Luke straightened up. “Put your leg down.” He put his hands on my hips. I stood shakily in front of him. He kicked my legs apart and I wondered if I was going to fall. I looked up at the night sky and tried to catch my breath. Stars are up not down. I was still ok. I felt his hands yank my skirt up above my hips and I jerked my body back automatically. He grabbed my face and squeezed it hard. I froze while he brought his face close to mine for inspection. How did we end up out here? My stockings were torn and my blouse undone. My head was vaguely throbbing. I knew he was going to be tough tonight, I just didn’t know how tough.
“Hey, don’t do that. Don’t pull away from me. I don’t like it.” Luke pushed his knee in between my legs. He started to grind my pussy with his knee.
“No, no …” I pushed on his knee but it kept connecting. I could feel it brewing. My ears were buzzing. “It’s a shoreline. And it’s half speed. It’s a cruel world. And it’s time.”
He pulled my head back and smiled. “Love you honey.” He kissed me hard and pulled open the passenger door. Luke spun me around and pushed me down over the seat. I could hear him unzipping his pants, audio training kicked in. The belt jingling made my pussy ache, I knew what was coming next. I turned to look at him.
“Spread your legs and fucking take it like a good girl.” Luke had his cock in his hands and was pulling up hard on a strap of my garter. He spread my pussy and pushed in. I gasped.
“Yeah, that’s what I want, I want your pussy to take my cock. All of it, cause you’re my girl. I know you can do this baby. Just relax.” Luke was slamming in time to the music, “It’s coming, it’s coming in hard. It’s coming, it’s coming in hard.” “Either way you know I’m not going to stop. So just try to get comfortable.” I looked back and smiled.
“Fuck your arrogance baby.” I laughed.
“What did you say?” Luke pumped harder. I gripped the seat, my face flushed red.
“I said, ‘fuck your arrogance.’ Maybe I want to be fucked hard. I just play this game with you to get me here.” I giggled. Nice move. He could stop but I doubted he would. He held my hips and slammed me harder than he ever had. I cried out in pain, my nails scratching the seat.
“Maybe I just wanna fuck my wife in peace. So really, now you should stop saying silly things. I own your pussy.” Luke was determined to be top.
“As much as I own your cock honey.” I challenged. With that Luke pulled out of me, yanked me up and turned me around. His eyes were blazing, “Suck- my- cock.” He said each word slowly and deliberately. His energy was commanding and I loved it. Alpha male wins, he was top dog.
“All right fire eye’d boy.” I smirked because I always felt powerful when I was giving him head. No matter how it played out, I was still in control of his cock and when he came. I pushed him back up against the console in the truck and held his gaze as I opened my mouth. I had applied a new coat of Lancôme’s Fanatic lipstick before leaving the restaurant. I knew Luke liked that colour. “You wanna fuck my mouth honey?” I smiled and hovered above his cock. I held him there and let spit drop from my mouth to the tip of the head.
“Don’t be such a cocktease baby. Let me fuck your mouth.” I could feel Luke’s hand on the back of my head and I opened up to take the entire length of his shaft in one go. There was immediacy to it, I sucked him off hard and jacked him off to the beat of the music. I smiled like a dirty girl and held his cock in my mouth as long as I could; when he knew I couldn’t keep it in any longer he pushed my head down on him and held me there for a moment, just for good measure.
“You make motion when you cry.” Luke said softly, his eyes half closed. I slowed my mouth and breathed when he let my head up, my mouth dripped with saliva. I spit on his cock pulling the wetness down his shaft. I traced my lips with the head of his cock and gazed at him. From the stereo the shorthand of our relationship from a year ago rang out into the dark,

I will bounce you on the lap of silence
We will free love to the beats of science
And girl you shake it right
I'll say it now.

I flicked my tongue across the opening on the tip of his cock. He jumped a little. “Fuck.” He covered his eyes with his hands. I loved his reaction and pumped his cock hard, licking the length of my hand for lubrication.
“Baby, you know I love sucking you off. I want you to come in my mouth. I want to feel you shoot your load down my throat.” I smiled and pushed my tits onto his cock. I stroked him while squeezing my tits together for double goodness. He was going out of his head. I thought I nearly had him. “You wanna come on my tits? Or maybe down my throat?” Luke sat up quickly, grabbed me and pushed me back down into the seat.
“I wanna fuck your pussy and shoot my load in you.” He pushed hard into me and I gasped, pushing against the console. Luke slid my legs over his shoulders and I pushed hard against him. I wanted to fuck back. My tits bounced in unison. Anthems Of A Seventeen Year Old Girl played in my ear. “Used to be one of the rotten ones and he liked you for that. Now you're all gone got your make-up on and you're not coming back. Can't you come back?” This was my conjuring song. I had played it for months and thought about him every night. Luke said he dreamed about me for two weeks straight when we had been pulled apart. We had compared time notes, they coincided. I told him I put a spell on him. I had to be honest.
“Your pussy feels so good baby, so fucking tight.” He was slamming into me hard and I had trouble speaking. He was fucking the words right out of my mouth. The music spoke instead, “Bleaching your teeth, smiling flash, talking trash, under your breath. Bleaching your teeth, smiling flash, talking trash, under my window.” I could feel the blood rushing to my mouth. My lips felt bee-stung. I turned my face away.
“I love it when you turn your head to the side, you look like porn.” My cheeks burned from the sheer intensity of the pleasure. I pulled frantically at his shirt, buttons popping like corn. I scratched his back until I drew blood.
“Fuck baby, you’re gonna make me come.” Luke pumped hard, he was making an effort. I loved it. His shoulders and forearms strained. I could feel the sweat on his back. I loved the broadness of his back and shoulders, the way they cut a square above me. My arms draped over his neck, his forehead nearly on mine, I could feel my pussy keying up to find the peak, I wanted to ride it out, through the song, through his pumping. “Hey Angie,” Luke grunted with a hip thrust, “When you come, I can tell by your eyes that you love me.” I fell further into him and was reaching the top. I loved looking him in the eye when I came. I loved that he watched me. “You turn me the fuck on.”
“Oh yeah?” I stared at him for a moment. We locked eyes, that moment, moving in unison, “Then fuck your wife,” I demanded, “Hit it Luke, fuck your wife pregnant.” He moaned and slammed me hard.
“How do you do that to me. I swear you’ve audio trained me. You know how to make me drop.” The stereo seemed to get louder and all I could hear was the beginning of us. “Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor dream about me. Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor dream about me.”
I felt high again. “Luke, you’re going to make me come.” I gripped his arms and he grabbed my face while he continued to pump, watching me closely. “Fuck me through it honey. Don’t stop.” I begged. The mantra swirled around me. “Park that car, drop that phone sleep on the floor dream about me. Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor dream about me.”
“Hey Luke.” I groaned
“Hey Angie.” He matched me every time. I could feel the cyclone of pleasure getting ready to touch down. He put his hand around my throat and tightened it slightly. It was a done deal.
I gasped, “Drop that phone,” My pussy tightened and I clenched his cock hard. “Right – now.” I groaned loudly and bucked into him. I came in waves on his cock and could feel him shoot his load into me, the warmth flooding my body. “Fuck it out of me Luke, fuck your come out of me.” I was desperate. I could hear the slick wetness of his cock hitting my pussy, and feel his come running down my ass. Luke slowed his rhythm and dropped his head onto my chest. I pulled him to me tight. I could feel the threat of tears and I exhaled through it. We lay still, breathing hard for a while until finally breathing in unison and relaxing into the night.

[xthelucasx]

local x = your <3
local y = mine

if ( x > y ) then
local i = 1
while ( i <= x + 1 ) do
y = y + 1
i = i + 1
end
print("Your's is "..x..". Mine is "..y..". My love is an equation,
where I always love you more. Times infinity.")
end

[turino]

^subscribing

excellent

[Jens44]

i, on the other hand, am half pretentious bukowski rip-off and half depressing hallmark card.

OK, here's where you're so wrong.

You're right about Angie... she's an amazing writer.

So are you. Deal with it. <g>

Excellent work, both of you.

Jen

[xthelucasx]

OK, here's where you're so wrong.

You're right about Angie... she's an amazing writer.

So are you. Deal with it. <g>

Excellent work, both of you.

Jen

heh. thanks.

:)

[angie]

Thanks Jen and Turino. :)

[BCtboi]

you guys rock.

[angie]

Do you think I would be allowed to speak to the absolute passion I felt? It was insane and grade nine and dancing really slow with the boy you loved while Led Zeppelin’s Stairway to Heaven was playing after dancing hot and sweaty in the school gym, at the school dance you bought new fingerless gloves for. Kinda like that. I fell in love and some people have some issues around that. But do I get any points in defense of passion. Before you raise your eyebrow at me let’s talk about your penchant for role play, or the way you can’t look at a high heel without wanting to have the business end of a stilleto in your mouth. Because if you think I’m something to stare at then look in the mirror and open your eyes. Fucker.

[angie]

I looked at her picture for months. I found her on the internet, at a Boston drag king contest. Photos of the event were on either side of the write-up. She was in the third photo down, left side. There she sat slouched against a wall, classic white undershirt, short, almost da hairdo, well-defined arms, holding a girly magazine with a sneer of disgust slash interest all over her little boy face. I ached instantly.

She looked Italian and like she’d take charge of any situation. Dark eyes, dark hair, something tremendously volatile and seductive and slippery ight slip and when I felt like completely bottoming to her I wore a white fishnet baby doll with marabou trim and always with every outfit, high heels.

I would lie back on my bed and gently run my hands over my body imagining they were her hands. Lightly I would trace a nail down my thighs, moving my fingers slowly to the edge of my panties, carefully pulling them aside until they rested in between my pussy lips. Then I would rub my hardening clit with the rope of material, pulling it tight, imagining her looking into my face, those amazing bedroom eyes staring hazily into mine.

“Open your mouth.” she’d whisper. I would do so, extending my tongue as she leaned over me opening her mouth to feed me her spit. It was like being anointed. It caused my stomach to drop and my pussy to vibrate warmth.

With enough research, I discovered where in Boston the drag show pictures were taken. I phoned the hall and found out when the next show was. The following Friday morning Sara and I headed down to Boston. We decided we’d find lodging when we got into town. I clutched her picture the entire drive there. The closer we got to Boston the more nervous I became. “What if I don’t find her? This whole trip will have been for naught.” I moaned.

Sara was decidedly more upbeat, “I’m planning to find a fine Boston babe who will show me the sights. There are plenty of boys available for two very single, very hot, Canadian femmes.” Sara sped up and turned up the volume on the radio. Mick Jagger was singing about not always getting what you want. Sara chimed in, “You just might find, you get what you need.” She hooted and I began to laugh.

We found a cheap hotel not far from the dance hall. We grabbed a bite to eat and a bottle of wine at a corner store. Then began the ritual of getting ready; long showers, much debate over clothing and hair and many drinks. I took my time applying my makeup. I used black liquid eyeliner and green iridescent eye shadow. I wanted to look fifties, total glamour pin-up girl. It was a look I enjoyed and I knew it turned heads.

Walking into the hall, I realized it appeared Boston had a lot more butches than Toronto. Women of all ages, shapes and sizes milled about. There was good energy in the room. I swung my small pocketbook in time with my hips and gave a cheshire smile to no one in particular. Shoulders back, head high I made my way across the room. I was wearing an emerald green, off the shoulder taffeta dress with Jimmy Choo pointy-toed, silk shantung mules. Any true shoe fetishist knew their power. The green dress complimented my pale skin, black hair and grey eyes. Sara by contrast was jaw dropping in a skin-tight lavender sheath with 40’s inspired Mary Jane pumps; a girl Friday gone bad. Her blonde hair hung in waves around her face. Both of us carried a clutch purse with the requisite femme items: compact, condom, lipstick, keys, money and matches.

I saw her by the bar. I caught her profile and recognized her eyes. Even with only half of her, I knew. I thought briefly of leaving or grabbing the first butch I saw to spin me out onto the floor, away from her. That way she could never disappoint me or worse, reject me.

Sara had been grabbed by a short, stocky woman for a dance and I stood alone gazing at my mystery butch. I chanted in my head, “Turn around, turn around, turn around….” And she did. I smiled at my ability. She did a double take, looking at me with surprise. She turned back to face the bar, then turned around and leaned back, elbows propped against the bar. She stared right at me, studying me. In my head I asked, “Do you like what you see?” I tilted my head to the side and pursed my lips. She thought for a moment then pushed herself forward and walked towards me. She now stood directly in front of me.

She was hotter in person. About 5’9, with an athletic build, she had smooth olive colour skin, a fine nose and full beautiful lips. Her short dark hair flopped over her left eye. She brushed it back calmly. I admired her black t-shirt and Levi’s. Too fucking hot. I forced myself to stay in my body.

“We’ve met haven’t we?” She seemed confused.

A smile tugged at my lips, “No, we’ve never met.”

“I thought you must’ve been to these shows before. You look so familiar.”

I shook my head silently.

“Well, I just really need to tell you that you are totally unbelievable looking.” She coughed and squinted at me. She was pulling a James Dean. I blushed and started to laugh.

“But I’m sure all the boys and girls tell you that.” She nodded and stuffed her hands in her jean pockets.

I placed my hand on her arm, “No, actually they don’t tell me that.” She looked from my hand to my face and a slow smile twisted its way out of her mouth. I stared her down. Our eyes locked and I wanted her to fuck me right there on the dance floor.

“My name’s Jess. What’s your name?” She licked her lips slowly.

“Lily.” I watched her mouth.

“Like the flower?” she smiled.

“Yeah, lick my flower.” The words hung in the air and I didn’t care. Silently she took my hand and we went outside the club into the alley. She pushed me up against the wall under a dim street lamp.

“ You came here for me didn’t you?” Jess said laughing.

I rolled my head against the wall, side to side, playing coy. “Yeah, I did. You’re the only boy who gets me off at night. I needed to see you in person.”

“Where’d you see me?” she looked amused.

“On the internet, there were pictures from a drag king show.” I giggled. “My girlfriend and I drove from Toronto. I wanted to see if I could find you.” I looked down suddenly embarrassed. I bit my lip and rotated my hips. Suddenly Jess grabbed the sides of my dress hiking it up, thrusting her denim-clad leg in between my legs. She whistled low as she admired my lacy black garter belt and black satin panties.

“That is class baby. A whole top to bottom look. Beautiful. I get tired of thongs. I like to work to get to my girl’s goods, prolongs the foreplay.” Jess leaned in and kissed my neck. I shuddered. She moved her mouth up to my ear. “Come here baby. Give me your hand. Come and feel what I’ve got for you.” She guided me to the bulge in the front of her jeans.

I pulled back, staring at her. She stared hard at my mouth, pacing herself, savouring what it might be like. She could wait no longer and grabbed my face. Very quietly and very deliberately she whispered, “I am going to fuck you like you need to be fucked.”

I nodded and almost began to cry. Jess leaned forward and gave me a kiss that was so gentle I thought it incongruous to her actions. “You’re mine.” She hissed as she ripped my panties down. I gasped. “Tell me how you want it.” Jess growled.

“I dressed up for you every night.” I squeaked. Jess cupped my pussy and carefully traced my outer lips. She sucked hard on my neck.

“Tell me about it.” She said calmly.

“Every night I’d wear something different to bed and I’d think of you while I touched myself.” I shut my eyes tight.

“That is so fucking flattering.” She smiled. “Now open my pants.” She said coldly.

I got to my knees and undid her Levi’s releasing her thick, eight-inch cock. “Now open that pretty mouth of yours and suck what you’ve been dreaming about.” She wrapped her hand in my hair and pushed my head towards her. I let the entire shaft fill my mouth. I choked on it as she grunted with pleasure. I pulled back slowly and watched in the gleam of the street lamp, my saliva drip from my mouth to the end of her cock. I looked up to see if she was pleased.

“You are exceptional.” She smiled and smoothed my hair. “I just have one question. I wonder how much work it’s going to be to get this in your ass.” She pondered this. I felt dizzy and leaned on one hand to steady myself. Jess pulled me up, smiling wickedly. “Now, now, don’t faint on me.” Silently she led me to a crate further down the alley.

She came up behind me and slowly unzipped my dress. I stepped out of it and she placed it on the crate. She unhooked my bra and added it to the dress. I heard a click in my left ear and felt something cold on my hip. In seconds she had cut off my underwear. I stood in nothing but my heels and garter belt. She pressed up against me from behind, squeezing my breasts, tracing the curve of them with the tip of her knife. Words flew out of my head. I was transfixed by the shine of her blade against my pale skin.

“You have great tits. I’d like to bind them.” She said matter-of-factly. I shivered and relaxed into her.

Jess lowered her tone and hugged me tightly around the waist, nuzzling my neck, “ I want you to bend over.” I wondered fleetingly if she had studied hypnosis. I obeyed and hugged the rough crate. I could feel her down between my legs, she was inhaling me.

“You smell so good. My god, I think your pussy is the sweetest smelling pussy I’ve ever had the pleasure to smell.”

“Thank you.” I said softly.

“Now be good for me and spread your legs.” She soothed me. I felt her warm probing tongue lick the length of my slit. She teased my clit, flicking it lightly. I spread wider for her. An index finger pushed in gently.

“You’re so wet, you’re dripping.” Jess pushed her finger in and out of me drawing my wetness out, dragging it down my ass. I moaned. I felt her tongue on me. Her hands pulled my cheeks wide.

“Fuck you taste so good.” Jess said huskily. “You want me to fuck that ass?” I felt her hand connect hard with my bottom and I pushed forward a bit. Her fingers bore into my thighs and pulled me back into position. I felt rooted, right through my heels.

I turned and nodded. “Yeah, I want you to fuck my ass. Don’t make me beg, it’s so gauche.” She laughed and I gyrated in her face.

Jess grabbed my cheeks and spit on my ass. “Hey, pretty girl, don’t ever be too proud to beg. The Temptations should’ve taught you that. Everyone has to serve someone right? So don’t ever think you’re above it.” She slapped my ass again, harder though.

“Oh my god.” I moaned. Her spit dripped down my ass into my pussy. I could feel her tongue move from my pussy to my ass, licking at a fever pitch. I moved my hips in time with her mouth. I could hear the sounds coming out of my mouth: for your pleasure, roxy music, 1972. “Please Jess, I need you to fuck me. Please. I’m begging you. I’ll suck you off. I’ll suck your friends off.” I had become base.

Jess stopped and I turned to look at her. I saw her eyes flash. “That’s my good girl.” She stood up, pushed me face down and entered my ass.

“Oh fuck!” I gasped and wondered why I hadn’t passed out yet. I focussed on a spot in between the cracked bricks in the wall, willing her to make me fit in there, in between the bricks, scraping me, making me fit by any means necessary.

“Come on Lily, show me why you came looking for me.” Jess bucked into me. My pussy was on fire. If my clit had rubbed up against anything, I would have come. Jess grabbed me by my hair and pulled my head back. She spit in my mouth as she slammed into me.

“Oh yeah, oh yeah!” she shouted. “I’m gonna’ fill you up until my cum runs right out of your ass, until there’s just no more room baby.”

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…” I chanted in time with her slamming hips. “Deeper, please, I want all of you. Make me feel you.” Jess threw herself into it. I heard a slight buzzing in my ears and thought I might black out. I began to make a high-pitched whine. Jess put both her hands around my throat and began to squeeze. As I gasped for air, she slid one hand between my legs and with a couple of quick strokes of my clit I exploded on her hand, ramming my ass all the way back against her cock.

“Come for me girl, you come for me.” She commanded. As waves of pleasure convulsed my body Jess covered my mouth with hers, swallowing my scream.

[xthelucasx]

hour 56 of work
i would rather it was
hour 56 of you

[angie]

angie says: "Stop pushing, or I'll slap you down."

Luke says: "C'mon... how would you top me? without letting me take the upper hand, like you know i'll try to? (BEAT) I think you'll melt into my arrogance and beg for me to fuck you."