The Gift - Jovi's Willow & Venus

All I really wanted to do was get away from it all. I never expected to see you, meet you and leave the lake with a memory burned into my psyche forever.

I mean really, did you have to go and jump in that lake without your clothes? Oh, I’m sorry I startled you, but what else was I supposed to do. Your gorgeous dark hair, slender, tanned back, butt and long legs were the only thing I saw as you dove in, and I had to know what else I was missing. I felt like a school boy of 15, wanting to steal the clothes you left on that rock so that I would only prolong that time that I could watch you. Instead I decided to join you, diving in head first and coming up beside you.

Your initial reaction to me was hysterical, you trying to cover yourself in the crystal clear New Zealand lake, but it was a futile attempt at best. I could see your beautiful perky pink breasts bobbing just below the surface of the water and I just knew then that I had to have you.

Grabbing you around the waist, wondering how it was that I had gotten so lucky to find beautiful you in the perfect solitude of this beautiful country. Your skin was as soft as I’d imagined it would be in the moments before I joined you and I know that you felt my attraction the moment our bodies met. Reaching behind you to grab the back of your head, I brought my lips gently but firmly to yours, tasting the combination of you and of the lake water and deciding that you were the one I wanted, needed in that time and place.

The frigid lake water began to take its effect on me, on us. I felt you shiver, or was that the result of your passion I felt. I suggested we get out of the water and perhaps find an activity to warm us up but your modesty prevented you from leaving the little cover the water offered. It was then that I thanked my lucky stars for the blanket I'd brought along on my hike.

I confidently strode out of the water, pausing for effect as I reached into my backpack to retrieve the blanket, I could feel your gaze as though it were fire licking at my skin. Showing no modesty I bought the blanket to the waters edge, ensuring you understood my intent, and placed it on a nearby rock before turning around and moving away.

When I turned around you were wrapped in the blanket. Never before had I seen a sight so delicious, your cheeks flushed pink from the chill, your damp hair wild framing them. I moved closer to you and you saw me shiver. Taking pity on me you offered to share my blanket, opening your arms wide, welcoming me in to the warmth, into you.

I did not hesitate. I moved into you, your warmth, your passion. I could feel it now, I knew you wanted it as much as I and it was all the invitation I required. As we both warmed against each other it was as if our minds began racing simultaneously in the same direction. The next kiss was electric and the feelings shot through both of us as if we’d been struck by some sort of invisible lightening that appeared from nowhere in the bright blue sky. Once again I sought out your taste, nibbling first on your lips before gaining access to the wonders that lie beyond. Your skilful tongue came forth to tango with mine, leaving me breathless and wanting.

I needed to taste more. I laid a slow trail of kisses down your neck to the rosy peak at the tip of one breast and sipped of it before moving to the other. Your low moan had my cock throbbing, longing to be inside you, but I had other plans. Moving us to a grassy area under a nearby tree, I laid you down on the now drying blanket, taking in your exquisite form in full for the first time. My hand longed to touch every inch of you and then did, running from neck to torso and beyond. When I reached inside your thighs I couldn’t help but dip my fingers into you quickly – I just had to have a taste of your sweet nectar. It just wasn’t enough and I brought my head down lower, using my hands to part your legs gently. I delved in then with all of my being, consumed by my need to have more and more of you. Alternating between flicking at your clit and lapping at your juices, I looked up at you as your head thrashed back and forth, a combination of sheer relaxation and an unbelievable need for release. With a smirk I continued my sweet assault upon your every sense until I got the prize I had sought as you came hard and fast, screaming my name into the wilderness as you went.

I moved up and over you then and with one fluid stroke plunged into your silky depths. I could feel the convulsions of your orgasm still gripping you as stilled myself inside. Painstakingly slowly I began to stroke, all the way out and back in, and out again, the moist warmth of you inviting me to increase the pace but I resisted. I wanted, no needed it to last. I yearned to know everything about you then and all at once realized that I didn’t even know your name. “Your name, what’s your name?” I asked as I covered your face with delicate kisses. “Tresca” you answered simply. “My name is Tresca”. My mouth was once again drawn to yours, to share a soul altering kiss. I think that was the moment I knew, I knew I needed more, more than a day, more than a fling, more than a lifetime.

You urged me to go faster now, and how could I deny you. I slid my hand down your thigh to the crook of your knee and lifted it up, bending it, bringing it to your shoulder, I was amazed and pleased at your flexibility for it allowed me to thrust deeper. I did your bidding and picked up the pace, faster harder. I felt the first tremors of your second orgasm begin to clutch at my cock and knew this time I would be with you. As my balls tightened I realised that something was missing....

“Open your eyes Tresca, look at me” I urged and you complied sending me over the edge into sweet oblivion.

We lay in there that cool autumn day, basking in the warmth that was the union we had created, getting to know one another by touch only, no words spoken between us. Your eyes shone at me in a way nobody else’s ever had and I tried hard to memorize that look, that mirror into your very soul.

As we dressed quietly a little while later, I admit I caught a glimpse of you as you pulled your t-shirt over your head. You realized what it said and tried to hide it by lifting the bottom and threading it through the neck so it looked like a halter top. You blushed and turned to avert my view, but even then there were no secrets between us. It was a faded yellow-gold, the words emblazed on it were unmistakeable in my memory.

Just Jon.

You were my gift that day by the lake. I was so lost when I set out on that walk, never could I have imagined finding you but I thank my lucky stars everyday that I did. And even tho we haven't talked since then, I think of you every day.

So for your birthday I hope that you will choose to use the attached tickets and come to me in New York. I can't wait to see you again... my darling Tresca.

PS: Wear the shirt. I’ll be waiting.

The Sweet Spot - The Fiction Mistress

Tresca - I hope this day finds you smiling, and don't drink too much champagne at brunch because you'll fall asleep at your desk! :) Happy 30th and best wishes for many many more.

Love, The Fiction Mistress, aka SamanthaC (aka you-know-who)


Tresca watched from the doorway to the kitchen, amused by the sight before her.

Jon was standing at the stove, his back to her as he carefully leveled two cake pans full of chocolate batter, then bent to slide them into the oven. He closed the oven door, rechecked the temperature and consulted the back of the cake mix box, and set the timer. Flipping the light on inside the oven, he leaned down to check through the window one more time, as if he was afraid the cakes might have disappeared in the past fifteen seconds.

“What are you doing honey?” Tresca asked with a soft giggle.

Jon whipped around with a startled look on his face. “Baby, you’re not supposed to be home for another two hours.” He looked around quickly as if there was some way he could hide the special surprise he had been planning for her.

There wasn’t.

The charred remains of the other cakes he had attempted were in the wastebasket, filling the kitchen with the unmistakable aroma of scorched fudge. He was wearing faded jeans, an ancient t-shirt that looked like it had once been navy, and a white apron that was covered with chocolate stains.

There was even a smudge of chocolate on one of his chiseled cheekbones and she found her mouth watering with the urge to lick it off.

Jon realized trying to hide his surprise was hopeless. “I wanted to do something special for your thirtieth birthday, and obviously, I’m not very much of a baker.”

He sighed resolutely, his face set in a disappointed expression. He hated not doing something well. “At least our dinner is being delivered though,” he added hopefully.

“C’mere you,” she said, grabbing him by the apron and pulling him to her. “I can’t believe you did this.”

“I know. It sucks. You’d think I’d be able to make a damn cake from a box,” he said, frustration plain on his features.

“I don’t care about the cake,” she whispered, his lips so close she could feel his warm breath on her face. “You’re the best birthday gift I’ve ever had.

“Yeah?” he asked, the cake forgotten as he recognized the blatant invitation in her eyes.

“Mmmmm hmmmm,” she said softly, pressing her breasts against his hard chest as her arms encircled his neck.

He inhaled sharply. Somehow she had this amazing capacity to just look at him with lust in her eyes and her nipples pressing against him and his dick suddenly felt like concrete in his jeans.

He watched, fascinated, as her pupils dilated with arousal. She tugged the apron over his head and slid her fingertips beneath the waistband of his jeans, tugging on the hem of his t-shirt until he impatiently lifted it over his head. He wanted to feel her just as badly.

Gritting his teeth as she slowly slid her hands down his torso, his nostrils flared as she lightly scraped her fingernails over his nipples. “Fuck…baby…” he groaned.

“Uh huh,” she murmured with a smile as she knelt before him, her fingers drawn to his belt buckle, quickly unfastening it and his jeans and grinning with pleasure when his cock sprang free from its confines.

His head fell back when her hand closed over him, the tip of her tongue delicately swirling around the head of his dripping cock. He took her by the shoulders, fighting for control.

“Tresca…honey…don’t…I won’t be able to stop…”

She adjusted her position so her knees were on the floor and she had more leverage to suck him the way she knew he loved, her full lips glistening as she took him all the way inside.

His whole body shuddered with pleasure as she worked over him, but finally, in some distant part of his brain he remembered this was HER day.

Grasping her shoulders more firmly, he pulled her up, ignoring both her pout and his selfish desire for her to continue. “No. You do this to me every time, Tresca.”

Spinning her quickly around, he backed her up and onto the butcher block island, his eyes sparkling as he fingered the ties of her halter dress, smiling as goose flesh rose on her shoulders. “I really like this dress,” he said huskily, his fingers trailing down her arm, over her hip and thigh and down to her leather-clad calf, “and these boots. What a sexy girl you are.”

“All for you, baby.” Tresca shivered as he knelt before her and unzipped the boots, cradling each calf as he slowly inched them off her feet.

When he stood again, he made quick work of the knot behind her neck and the top of her dress fell to her waist, exposing her heaving breasts. With an evil grin, he cupped one breast, his thumb automatically teasing the pert nipple. “Naughty too. No bra? What are you doing at work that I don’t know about?”

“Thinking about you…and this…” Tresca whispered hotly, wrapping her legs around his hips and trying to pull him against her.

He quickly lifted her skirt to her waist and realized… “Oh baby, no panties either…?”

She shook her head and allowed him to lean her back on the smooth wood surface, smiling with satisfaction as his fingers found her slick heat.

His face hovered over hers, that pleased grin permanently planted there as he teasingly toyed with her glossy clit, then thrust two fingers inside.

She groaned and pulled him closer, wanting nothing more than for him to fill her completely, with much more than his fingers.

“Jon…can’t wait…been waiting all day,” she gasped against him, grinding her pussy nastily against his hand.

His lips made a wet trail down her body as he reached in his pocket for the condom he had placed there earlier. He knew exactly what a dirty girl she was – hell, they hardly EVER made it to the bedroom.

He quickly tore open the foil wrapper at the same time his mouth found her dripping center, his tongue replacing his fingers to toy with her while he quickly sheathed himself.

She wriggled and squirmed beneath his ministrations, her fingers knotted in his hair as he pushed her up the precipice.

Then, in one swift stroke he was on her and in her and everywhere at once, pushing her to the limit as no one else could, his strokes long and slow and sure until she threw back her head and screamed with pleasure, and he began to pummel her body with abandon, her spasms finally tearing forth his own orgasm as she screamed and he gasped.

Collapsing onto her quivering body, he desperately fought for breath while she slowly returned to her senses. When she finally quieted in that sleepy sexy state she always entered after her orgasms, he pulled away to look at her, brushing the sweaty hair from her forehead. “Happy birthday, baby. Sorry about the cakes,” he whispered, his nose already attuned to the burning smell coming from the oven. “I think that one’s gone too.”

She pulled him closer, licking the sweaty chocolate smear from his cheek. “Is there any frosting?”

Birthday Ransom - TaraBonJovi

Tresca put her head down on her desk. She honestly couldn’t believe she’d ended up working on her bloody birthday. Who did that? She’d asked for the day off months ago.

With a sad sigh, she logged into AOL. At least they hadn’t taken away her AOHell program. It was the only thing to keep her sane through the day. She logged in and forgot about it in the background as she opened up her programs to start working.

Wincing she saw the pop-up box just as her boss walked by. “Fuck.” She quickly minimized it with look over her shoulder.

SOULguy: *Hey birthday girl*

She grinned and typed back.

SOULgirl: *Hey yourself, why aren’t you sleeping?*

SOULguy: *Bed’s lonely.*

SOULgirl: *I know, I’m sorry. I had to work. You know…that thing I do to pay the bills.*

SOULguy: *I keep telling you I’ll pay.*

SOULgirl: *HaHa. You aren’t going to make me a kept woman.*

Who the hell was she kidding? It was becoming harder and harder to say no to him. He wanted to bring her back to Jersey. He kept saying his trips back to New Zealand were too far and way too few in between. God, to go to America with him? Forever? It was simply too much to fathom.

SOULguy: *Oh by the way*

She grinned at the screen. That never boded well for her when he said stuff like that in a chat window.

SOULgirl: *What, you’re naked and want to torture me?*

SOULguy: *Well, I can be naked in a moment if you really want me to, but why don’t you look out the window?*

She pushed her chair back. Looking down at the street below, there was a stretch limo and Jon’s blond hair blowing. The temperature hadn’t quite made it out of the single digits yet, so it was frigid. The door was open and his laptop sat inside glowing. Even at six floors up she could see the smirk as he waved.

“Well isn’t he the sneaky bugger.”

“Tresca!”

She turned her head to her boss. “Yes?”

“Just get the hell outta here, huh? That American’s been calling me all damn morning. Just go!”

“Yes, sir!” She didn’t need to be told twice. She nabbed her coat off her chair and shut her system down. Flying out of her office, she hit the elevator, cursing the entire way down. “God, taking too long,” she moaned.

The elevator pinged and the doors slid open so freakin’ slowly. “C’mon—“

“Impatient much?”

She grinned, launching herself at him as soon as the door opened. “You are an awful tease. What are you doing?”

He hovered just a millimeter away from her lips. “Stealing you.”

“What did you say to my boss?” She asked, nibbling on her lower lip.

“Bit of this, bit of that. All that matters is you are free.”

“Oh yeah? A day off sounds delicious.” She flattened her hands on his coat, digging in for the soft denim shirt he wore beneath the wool. When she found it open a few buttons and the warm hair there, she grinned even wider. “What have we here? I like this buttons optional thing you’ve got goin’ on lately, sweets.”

“Well, you’re going to match me as soon as we get into the limo.” He flicked one pearly button open at her neck. “I do like the red though, suits you.”

She looked down at her shirt, laughing when he went for another button. “It’s cold out, you snot.” She grabbed his fingers.

“I’ll keep you warm.” His head lowered just a bit more, the space between their mouths couldn’t even be measured. She swallowed. Dear Lord he was…thought melted away as he settled his mouth on hers. Her fingers gripped his lapels as he slowly, methodically and purposefully tasted every corner of her mouth.

His tongue swirled, looking for hers. The kiss went from searching to flashpoint in a blink. She stood on her tip-toes, her arms around his shoulders. The elevator pinged again and they broke apart as people came off and flooded the lobby.

He grinned down at her, the tip of his tongue tracing his lower lip. “You taste like coffee and me.”

She slapped his arm. Leave it to him to remind her of her morning activities. “You are a bad, bad man.”

“I didn’t say what part of me, babe.” He linked their fingers, pulling her behind him. “Come now. I’m kidnapping you.”

Her eyes widened, a quick thrill hit her deep and low. “What if I resist?”

He turned, walking backwards out the door. “Do I need to get the handcuffs out already?”

She laughed. “Maybe.”

“That’s what I love about you, Tresca…you’re always willing to play.” He dragged her close, his fingers sliding into her coat. His thumb traced her waist, up her ribcage until he found the curve of her breast, the pad of his thumb finding her nipple. “And I can’t wait to play.”

The excitement and the wind pushed her nipple against the flimsy lace of her bra. God, he always knew how to touch her. Without a doubt, he was the only man that had ever made her feel this way. Out of control and a little lost, but always safe.

He tugged her into the waiting limo, shutting the door he punched the roof and the driver sped off. She looked out the window, trying to figure out where he was taking her. “Where—“ she cut off as his hand found her breast again.

“It’s a bit of a drive,” he said against her throat. “Have you ever done it in a limo, babe?”

She arched against him. In a limo? She’d never even been in one for God’s sake. "I—"

He flicked open the next button and grinned down at her. “Ah, now that’s the second thing I love about you.” He flicked the tip of his tongue along the lacy scalloped edge of her bra. “Nothing sexier than a woman who appreciates the fine art of lingerie.”

“I aim to please,” she tried to sound high brow and elegant, but it came out as a groan. He destroyed her with only a touch. Her fingers slid into his silky hair, holding him there as he nudged the demi-cup down and found her nipple. “Bless God,” she muttered as he twined his tongue around the tip of her.

He laughed against her skin, the buzz of his jaw and the teasing graze of his teeth pushed her beyond a girlish giggle. The man knew exactly what made her forget the world, forget a car and certainly how to forget about breathing.

She felt his hands at her buckle, slipping the silk blouse out of her trousers until she was open for him. He looked down at her breasts then back to her face. The teasing twinkle was replaced with need, turning his blue eyes to a raw quartz. The blue sliding into purple and the purple into grey as the lust built.

He jerked at her zipper, his fingers rough as he eased past the wool of her dress pants to the silk and lace that held her from him. He groaned as his fingers found her warm. “Ahh, were you thinking about me? Or did the thought of a limo ride wet your panties?”

“Well, I was thinking of a ride, that’s for sure.”

He laughed. “Mustn’t disappoint the birthday girl. I do believe one of my demands will be at least,” his mouth latched onto her nipple, sucking greedily before he let it pop from his mouth. The force of the suction sounded loud in the big, silent car.

His lips lowered to her ribs, nipping as he found the hollow of her stomach. He sucked again and her eyes opened as she arched up. “Oh God.” She looked down at his golden head as he laved the hurt. Already a small, purplish bruise rose against her olive skin.

He licked her ever so slowly, letting the tip of his tongue gentle the love-bite. “Three…” he trailed off lower now. Tracing the line of her panties. He laughed, the chuckle was more sin than humor. “I knew it would match.”

“Jon,” she gasped her fingers back in his hair.

“I intend on hearing that quite a few times as I start the first of your three orgasms.”

She hissed as his teeth pulled at the elastic, snapping it against her pulsing mound. His fingers slid under her ass dragging her pants down and off in one pull. The wide bell of her dress pants slid right down and over her Mary Janes, leaving the thigh high stockings she’d worn for warmth and the strappy heel.

“Oh you were hiding these with the bulky pants.” His finger teased the buckle and coasted over her ankle. “I think you’ll need to be bumped up to at least four orgasms because of that.”

“Shit,” she gasped as his lips went from ankle to calf, from calf to the soft tissue behind her knee. She was well on her way to orgasm number one as he followed the natural path of her thigh making sure to snap the top of her stocking with a grin.

“Nice and tight. Might come in handy later.”

She groaned her way into a laugh. “You are a very bad man.”

“You love every minute of it,” he said and hovered over the lace at her center. “Now…” he flicked his tongue over her, through the lace. “Let’s see what we can do about number one.”

He rolled her panties down slowly. “Ah, such a sweet heat.” He drew her in deeply just as he slipped his tongue between her folds.

The force of the orgasm surprised her. She’d never actually had one from just a touch. Before she could find her way out of the blinding trip up he was chasing it with another. Two fingers slipped into her, leaving his thumb and tongue to shoot her past euphoria and firmly drop her into a scream filled clenching of every muscle in her body.

His name was a hoarse roar as he laughed. “More,” he said against her clit. He sucked harder, extending the release until she was shaking with it.

He lapped at her quietly, softly as she drifted down. Her arms limp at his shoulders. He’d opened her so wide, she’d had to use the doorway to hold herself on the bench seat.

Looking up at her, he grinned giving her one long lick for good measure. “Nothing tastes like you. There’s no other flavor on this earth that can compare to you when you let go for me.”

She swallowed thickly. The things he could say to her sometimes. It just never could compare to any other man that had been in her life before him. She brushed the back of her hand over his cheek. “You spoil me, Jon.”

“I plan on doing it even more now.”

She grinned. “I’ll accept that sort of spoiling any day.”

He flicked open the buttons of his shirt, until the heat of him radiated over her skin. “Are you falling in love with your kidnapper, babe?’

She squirmed under him as the crisp hairs of his chest teased her. “I think I just might be.”

He reached behind her, letting the catch of her bra release. “Do you think that’s a good idea?” he asked flinging the bra over his shoulder. “There’s a syndrome out there that explains that.”

She arched up, shivering as her nipples hardened at the contact. “I don’t care. I have it.”

He laughed, brushing his nose against her nipple. “Stockholm…that’s it,” he said as he sucked her nipple deeper into his mouth. “Yes?” He asked breathing against her other nipple.

“Sure,” she groaned. “Sounds good. Shit…Jon!” Who the fuck cared what it was? He just needed to keep doing that with is tongue. His other hand cupped her, tugging slowly and relentlessly at the aching tip of her.

He rose up higher, his both hands cupping her, manipulating her until she was mindless against his touch. He caught her lips. “Don’t you care that you’re falling under my spell?” He asked between long drugging kisses.

“Sounds like the perfect…” she gasped. “Jesus, that feels amazing,” she muttered.

“Sounds like what, Tresca?”

“I’d die a happy woman if my kidnapper was you.”

He laughed. “Excellent answer.” He resumed his torment, sucking and licking, pulling and stroking. “Do you think you could come?” He looked up from her breast. “Just from me tasting these beautiful breasts?”

“Give it a shot,” she gasped.

“Is it this you like?” he asked as he curled his tongue underneath her angry pink nipple. “Or is it that?” He sucked it deep into his mouth, drawing deep.

“Oh God, that!” She arched up. The harsh suction pushed her higher, radiating from the tip of each breast to the pulsing center of her.

He sucked harder. “What if I did that?” he asked as he sucked then gentled his touch on her other nipple, just brushing his thumb over the tip. Nothing more, nothing less…just a constant touch.

He went back and forth until she was mindless, until she writhed against him, her nails raking down his back. Her thighs opened as she brought him down on her. The last friction of his chest hair on her body and the unbelievable pressure of his mouth sent her crying through the next orgasm.

She heard the clink of his buckle then the heat of him there pushing through the pulse of her orgasm. “God, yes!”

He hissed as he seated himself fully inside of her. “That’s it baby.” He thrusted harder, deeper as he pushed her to take all of him. “More,” he said roughly. His lips coasted up her neck to the plump lobe of her ear. He scraped his teeth along the back of her hear to her shoulder as he plunged into her over and over again.

Her thighs viced around him, taking the punishing strokes, the slapping of their bodies as he fucked her. It wasn’t sweet now, it was mindless. It was rough and it was out of control.

She screamed as the black dots found her, as his grunt of release mixed with her incoherent speech. His name, over and over again as she buried her face into the other side of his neck. She held him close, enveloped him with legs and arms…and most certainly her heart.

The rest of the ride went by in a blur. His touch had gentled, his kisses no longer drugging. Each stroke was to soothe, not to ignite. The limo came to a stop. She tried to find her clothes, but her brain was beyond scrambled.

“Tresca.”

She looked up at him as she shimmied into her pants. Damn if this wasn’t the best birthday she’d ever had.

“God, you need to stop doing that.”

She grinned at him as his eyes went dark, following the sway of her breasts as she sat up. She leaned in, brushing herself against his chest. “Doing what?”

He caught her mouth in a quick if thorough kiss. “You know what.”

She bent down for her blouse, giving him an arched brow as her bra went into his pocket. “Hey, now.”

“Looks better without it I bet.”

She laughed, buttoning the blouse. “That pushes them into place so it doesn’t…” she pointed down at the gaping of the silk. “See? I need it.”

“I’ll take it as ransom.”

She laughed and grabbed her coat, looking out the window she saw a jet. “Where are you taking me?’

He opened the door, holding his hand out for her. “I wasn’t kidding Tresca.”

She frowned. “You’re kidnapping me for the weekend?” She surmised.

He pulled her along to the jet stopping at the metal railing. “Nope. I’m keeping you until you pay the ransom.” He pulled her closer, his kiss lingering. He pulled her up the stairs to the doorway.

“I don’t have anything.”

“Sure you do.”

She pulled him to a stop. What the hell was he saying? “Seriously, you know I don’t. I barely make enough to keep my flat and pay some bills.”

“You can pay the ransom, don’t worry.”

“Oh really? And what is it?”

He turned back to her. “Oh, about fifty years, give or take a decade based on biological advances.” At her gaping mouth he leaned in. “And those would be in American years.”

The Premiere - Tre

We’re going to be late. The biggest premier of the year and we’re going to be late because you can’t decide what to wear. That’s why I’m standing here propping up this counter. I’m ready, took me a whole thirty minutes, but you’re a lady and hey they seem to take forever. Fuck babe, don’t you know how fine you’d look in just jeans and a top?

I didn’t want to go to this silly shindig, I’d be perfectly happy sitting here alone with you, watching The Godfather and laughing when you squealed at the horse’s head moment. That one always gets ya don’t it Tresca? Did you know I watch it around you just so you’ll curl that voluptuous body into me? It never fails to get me going when those silken hands slide around my waist and those beautiful eyes hide themselves in my shoulder.

But you wanted to go to this premiere, said it had one of your favorite actresses in it. So here I stand all duded up, and baby I don’t put on a suit for just anyone. Gimme my jeans and my casual wear. Suits are for, well people that don’t matter, who only get impressed by a label. You don’t need impressing, that’s why I love you so much.

I glance at the clock and roll my eyes. “Tres baby come on, you don’t wanna miss this thing.”

I hear a soft laugh, turn as the bedroom door starts to open and experience a truly holy fuck moment. You’re standing there with your hair up, all twisted in some soft flowing knot, with little tendrils of hair just brushing over that elegant neck of yours. And that dress, god damn, midnight blue barely there and paired with a killer pair of fuck me stilettos. I thought you wanted to go to a movie premiere, not be attacked babe.

Screw it, I can’t resist, I have to move over and run my nose along that bare back. The barest brush of my lips along your spine has you shivering and when my hands slowly glide up along that plunging vee of your neckline you whimper. Jesus I love how you whimper; it gets me every time. Shit these slacks were already tight, now their unbearably so and YOU wanna go to a premiere. Damn.

I turn you to face me and man those lips, all ruby red and smiling just for me, well I just had to kiss the red off. Don’t hate me, I can’t stand not kissing those lips. I pull you in tighter; I feel your body responding and man in that one second I just want to forget about going out. I want you out of that dress, and in my bed before I combust.

It’s then I look into those eyes of yours and I see a little twinkle that lets me know you understand, hell more than understand you planned this all out. Straightening I sigh and manage a smile as I pull away, if I don’t do that now I never will. “Guess we need to be getting to that show you wanted to see.”

Your head tilts as a wide smile coasts onto your lips and baby the words I hear……

“What premiere?” you say. I feel my body tighten as your satiny fingers move up to loosen the knot at my neck, your brows waggling mischievously as you reel me in with the tie, only to guide me to the bedroom. “Never was a premiere, just wanted the evening to start with a bang.”

What premiere indeed, you might of started it with a bang baby, but I’m gonna be ending it with a scream, a true deep soul Tresca scream. Just you wait baby, you’ll see.
Happy birthday Tresca honey. May all your dreams be Jonny ones. :)

Birthday High Jinks - JovisWoman

All he wanted was to be at home in her arms! And here he was stuck on the set of this damn stupid video, freezing his nads off waiting around, again!

Meanwhile his precious wife celebrated her 30th birthday on her own, well with friends, but not with him. He felt like shit! He’d promised her he’d be home, and he wasn’t.

He’d tried ringing, but nothing, he assumed she was screening for his call and ignoring it. He’d left many begging and groveling messages telling her he loved her and he was so damn sorry, but nothing.

They’d had one hell of a fight about him going, but it needed to be done now, and he couldn’t put it off.

‘Some day’s I wonder why the hell I married you!’ She threw in his face before she turned and ran from him deep into the house so he couldn’t follow, the car waiting for him to drive him to the airport.

Some day’s he wonder why she had too, he loved her to distraction, and often wondered aloud how he’d got this lucky. But the way they’d left it wasn’t good, hell they fought like cat and dog, and then made up like rabbits, but this time there was no making up; he’d fucked up royally.

A runner approached him and handed him a message, blushing to the roots of his hair, Jon wondered what the fuck! But took the note, thanked him and read it. It said he was needed urgently in his trailer; his wife had rung and needed to contact him. He didn’t even give it a thought as to why she’d not rung his cell, but took off running, shouting to the director he’d be back when he could.

As he entered the trailer he went for the phone, but it was in the cradle. Strange!

Then he realized he could hear something in the back, in the bedroom, he hoped to Christ it wasn’t a fan, he couldn’t be nice today!

He walked to the door and listened, it sounded like ……. Shit like they were moaning! He [i]really[/i] hope to hell a fan wasn’t in there!

He threw open the door and stopped dead in his tracks, his voice disappearing back into his throat, there [i]was[/i] a fan getting herself off on the bed, and damn she was so damn hot!

She looked up and smirked at him, her fingers never stopping playing with her throbbing clit, ‘Well hey there, wanna help a girl out?’ Her fingers of the other hand pulled at her nipples, and twisted them, hard! She moaned her eyes closing, her fingers moving from her clit, pushing inside her wet walls.

Jon’s mouth went dry; she lay there covered in a black lace bra, with no cups, a black garter belt on, holding up sheer black stockings. On her feet killer black five inch cmf’s, and no panties, just wet pussy looking at him. How could he refuse? ‘Oh darlin, I’ll help you out, but you can’t tell my wife, she’ll fuckin kill me!’ He said walking to the bed stripping his clothes off quickly, all the time watching her fingers playing with herself.

He knew she was close to the edge, and before she could say anything he grabbed her ankles and yanked her down the bed, fell to his knees between her legs and sank his mouth over her clit as she continued to pump her fingers into herself. He sucked on her twice, and flicked his tongue over her and she screamed into her orgasm. Her hand moved from in herself to grab the covers as she arched off the bed. Jon’s hand snaked into her tight pussy and took up where she’d left off from, making her race over the edge for a second time. Her legs were now over his shoulders and her heels digging into his back making him growl on her, the vibrations working there way into her.

He slowly let her come down, working his way up her beautiful body, starting that slow build all over again. His mouth took full advantage of the cup less bra his mouth devouring her breast one after the other, sucking, nibbling, blowing and biting were on the menu.

Her hands were now in his hair as she dragged him up to her mouth; she tasted herself on his tongue and withered under him. ‘Fuck me Jon, just fuck me!’

‘Whatever the lady wants, she shall have.’ But before she could wrap her legs about him, he’d moved and flipped her onto her front, ‘Kneel for me darlin.’ She did as he asked and she felt his hands caress her ass, then one finger trailing from the bottom of her spin along her slit, coating his fingers in her juices he continued moving it till he could flick her clit. She pushed on him trying to make his finger pleasure her. ‘No baby, not yet.’

His finger made the return journey back up to the base of her spin, where he placed a kiss. He positioned himself watching her drip onto the bed she was that turned on, he was the one now smirking. Grasping her hips he steadied her then in one full thrust pushed himself home, he had to stop and catch his breath, damn she felt good, and so damn wet!

‘Oh Christ rock star I said [i]fuck me[i]!’

With that Jon started to slam into her several times, and then stopped, making her moan in frustration, ‘Lean up for me baby.’ She gently straightened up so he could wrap his arms about her and nuzzle into her neck. His fingers gripped both of her nipples and twisted then pulled making her shout, but he could feel more juices run down from her, she was so turned on!

He moved both hands to her hips and one moved forward into her drenched pussy, his fingers slicking over her clit. His other hand held her as he started to thrust back and forth while playing her. Her arms anchored behind his neck s o she didn’t fall forward. By now the rhythm he was setting was frantic, but his finger never left her clit.

She could feel herself starting that long climb again, and wanted him with her. She released her arms and fell forward onto the headboard, and with the stability of it she could start to thrust back onto him, her breast swaying as the pace picked up even more.

Finally the precipice came into view and they both jumped off, shouting as they went.

‘Well honey I think your wife will know you’ve fucked a fan tonight, don’t you?’ she muttered as they crawled into each others arms, wrapping them in a sheet and snuggling down together.

He kissed her and sighed ‘You’re right darlin, but I couldn’t help myself.’

‘Is that all you can say for yourself rock star?’ Eyes locked.

He sighed again, ‘Nah, I’d have to say I’m an ass, who should have known better! I should never have done this video shoot today. Hell I love my wife! And I should be able to tell my wife in person, that I love her. I do you know, I love her with every breath of my body.’

She kissed him. ‘Anything else?’

‘Yeah, happy 30th birthday Tresca my darlin wife!’ he grinned kissed his wife again, and proceeded to do some more celebrating with her!

Birthday Greetings

Happy Birthday from Steph




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Happy Birthday, from one T to another

Terri

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TRESCA!!!

HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT DAY AND ENJOY YOUR STORIES!!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAYMWAH!!!

Lucia

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