New Things All 'Round

Hooray! My new novel is up. Check it out in paperback for a good long wank, or read it on your e-reader to leave no trace! I'm very excited about this, as you can tell. My old professor would give me a good hard spanking for all these exclamation marks...mmm, but what's wrong with that, anyway?

And I, as many bloggers do, apologize for the long absence.  Please forgive me. It's been a whirlwind, but I'm back in business now. So much has happened...Of course I took copious notes! I am going to attempt to go back and fill in the story. I'll backdate it, for ease of reading.

Other news: I've been working on my next erotic romance novel. There will be a big reveal next year as to what era it will take place in. I'm also going to be posting some stories on Literotica, so stay tuned- I believe I can link to there here.

Til next time,

xox Bunny

Sam, At Last, Pt 3

Rainier had stripped naked, and he was gorgeous. Strong, thick thighs and arms, broad shoulders. His long hair fell down around his face. He knew he was good looking; I could tell from the way he stood, posed like a classical statue. We looked at each other for a moment, appreciatively. From the couch, Sam watched, glass in one hand, the other resting on his thigh. Rainier moved towards me. I could feel the heat of his body and couldn't help smiling when his firm, warm cock brushed against my thigh as he embraced me and ran his hand up my back.
"Kiss her," said Sam. Onscreen, the redhead had her head tipped back as the brunette ate her cunt. Her nipples were as hard and red as ripe raspberries. Immediately, I wanted my breasts played with, and conveniently, Rainier was undoing the hooks on my bra as he put his mouth on my neck and began nibbling it, hot breath making me tingle all over.
"Leave the stockings on," said Sam. The bra slid down and Rainier tossed it onto the chair that held my dress. My perky tits aimed upwards, and he mauled one and gobbled at the other, greedily, rolling the sensitive bud between his sharp teeth, pulling at it, engulfing my breast with his great big hand.
The thrill of being watched was almost too much, and when Rainier's cock prodded the lips of my pussy before sliding between my legs, my cunt juddered in a small orgasm. Rainier pulled back and smiled. He grabbed my panties and ripped them in one powerful movement, and tossed them on the floor. I slapped him across the face.
"Those were my favorite pair," I said. 
"He'll write you a check," he growled, grinning wickedly, his cock rigid from the slap, and pushed me back on the couch.
"I'll buy you ten pairs," said Sam, as Rainier casually put my leg over the back of the couch, exposing my wet pussy. I glanced over at the movie. The brunette had donned a strap on, an average and lifelike one that matched her skin tone perfectly. The redhead was down on her knees, hands behind her back. The fake cock rubbed against her cheek, and then the brunette grabbed a fistful of copper hair and forced her partners head back, jabbing the cock into her mouth and down her throat. The brunette was fucking the redhead's face hard and fast. The redhead moved one hand forward and began diddling herself.
"Eat her pussy," said Sam. "Darling, Bunny, would you like to fuck him?"
Rainier ran his tongue along my moist pussy lips, lapping away at the juice like a cat with a dish of milk. Sam got up off the couch he was on and walked slowly over to ours.
"Yes," I said. "Oooh." Rainier swirled his tongue around my clitoris and I arched my back, pushing into his mouth. He put his hand underneath me kneaded my ass as he ate me. I smiled. Sam's cock was stiff in his pants, aroused from watching us.
Slowly, Rainier slid a condom over his cock, and began rubbing the head against my slit. I wanted it inside me, filling me up. He entered me at the same time that the brunette entered the redhead, sliding the rubber dildo into her puffy lipped pussy. Rainier went slowly, moaning deeply as he indulgently rubbed his balls against my cunt. Back out he came, steadily and easily from my well oiled crack. In and out, in and out.
"Slow it down," said Sam, sitting down on the couch and putting his hand on my breast. He leaned over and kissed me again like he had the other night, and I exploded. Rainier stopped, eyes closed. He opened them a moment later, sheepishly, and slowly removed his cock. It drooped, the reservoir tip of the condom full of cum.
"Oh, come on," said Sam, a little irritated.
"You try fucking that pussy and not blowing in five seconds," said Rainier. "Christ, man, it's like a Chinese finger trap."
He bent over and licked my pussy again. "I got her warmed up. Enjoy."

Sam, At Last, Pt 2

When I lost my virginity, at nineteen, I was prepared. My pussy was waxed and my legs were velvety smooth, my skin was soft with almond oil and I was wearing the silkiest lingerie I could afford. I was all that and more for my date with Sam the next night.
The cab, paid for by Sam, showed up at six. The night was just getting dusky, and I trotted down the front path of the cottage in the same heels I'd worn the day before. They had been my lucky charms, I thought. I sat back and watched the lights go by, all the people walking in their raincoats. It wasn't my first time to Sam's place. He'd had me there for dinner once, and once again for drinks. Perched on a hill over the city, it was done up in a mid-century modern ranch style masculinity that was the opposite of my home, and totally sexy.
Rainier answered the door. He had a towel over his arm, and gave me a mischievous, knowing look. He escorted me into the sunken living room. Sam was looking at the city in the darkness below. He wore a button up shirt and slacks, and he kissed me once on the lips, but no more. Rainier was there. He made me a cocktail, and went back into the kitchen, and Sam took my hand and walked me to the window.
"I never get tired of this view," he said, and turned to me. "Except when you're around."
"Thanks for the flattery," I said. He put his hand on my waist and pressed, as if testing my suppleness. My cunt ached. I was so horny, I felt weak, and Rainier be damned, I wanted him here, now.
But there was dinner, and Rainier, who served us. He'd cooked, too, perfectly done flank steak and a fresh salad, and wine, and panna cotta. Not overly heavy. He joined us for wine afterwards. I was getting tired, and frustrated. My smile felt glued on. I sat in an easy chair next to Sam's, which was identical.
"Rainier's a good friend," said Sam. Rainier walked over, and sat down on the arm of Sam's chair. "He has something to show you. Something for you. Rainier, show Bunny."
Half sitting, one leg steadying himself on the ground, Rainier slowly unzipped the fly of his slacks, and unfolded a very long uncircumcised cock. As soon as it hit the air, it grew hard, gradually pointing straight out. Only a foot from me, I watched it bob there. A minute stretched by, and I took a sip of wine. Sam sat very still, but he was gripping the arms of his chair. He was still uncertain as to how I was going to take it. I smiled.
"That's very nice, Rainier," I said. "Thank you for showing me."
The cock trembled, and a single pearly drop appeared on the red head. Sam cleared his throat. He had certain predilections, he continued. Ones that he was too old to give up.
"And why should you?" I said, licking my lips. "Shall we go somewhere to christen this new adventure?"
"I told you she'd be game," said Rainier. I liked him. I liked the curl of his lip and his dark hair, almost as much as I liked Sam's strong, weather beaten body. Sam got up and gathered a newly opened bottle of wine and his glass, and led the way out of the dining room, Rainier following me.
"And I bet she's wearing expensive lingerie," said Sam. Later, talking to him, I learned more about their relationship. Rainier stayed with him when he wasn't travelling. We wound our way to the end of the house, to a sunken living room with a big blank wall, and a projector, a set of wide, low couches, all done in tasteful oranges and yellows. I sat down on a couch, and Sam sat next to me. In a moment, his mouth was on mine, his hand was on my breast, gently squeezing. It was all so fast, but the aggressiveness was just what I wanted, his certainty. The room went dim, and the projector went on. Two women were on a bed, naked and kissing. The black outline of Rainier bobbed across the screen as he made his way to us, jutting boner leading him across the shadowy women. One was brunette, but the other was a gorgeous redhead, with alabaster skin and a patch of spun gold over her swollen pink pussy lips, eagerly spread by the brunette. The film looked homemade, and I was sure the men knew her. I was intrigued, but then Rainier was next to me, naked now, his pale and strong and hairless chest smooth against my arm.
Sam withdrew. "If it's the same to you, I'll watch this time."
Murmuring my assent, I stood and let Rainier carefully lower my zipper and pull the dress over my head. He put it reverently on a chair away from us. These were men who appreciated expensive, nice things, and I knew I was in good hands. How good, I didn't realize right away.

Sam, At Last, pt 1

It finally happened. Sam and I fucked. For the longest time, I was unsure about him. He was always the perfect gentleman, buying me dinner, picking me up, taking me out to the opera and classic films. On the doorstep of my little cottage, he'd kiss my cheek goodnight and make sure that I got in safe. That was all. Eventually, I just assumed he was only interested in my friendship. Perhaps I was too young. On our second date he'd told me about his first wife, but they'd been divorced for years. Maybe he had something going on with Rainier, and wasn't excited by women.
Things started changing around the end of March. The weather grew warmer, and a Puccini opera came to town. Sam bought tickets at the concert hall for a Sunday afternoon showing, his preferred time, as we could go to a late dinner at the lovely little French place down the street. I wore a clingy black dress with my thigh highs and a lacy garter belt underneath, and high heels. Even if Sam wasn't interested, someone else might be.
"You look stunning," said Sam. He's in his early forties, with the craggy face of an old film star in a Western. He was wearing a suit, but no tie.
Our seats were up in the back, the quiet part of the theater. There weren't many people around at all. We each had a glass of wine, and sat just in time for the curtain to go up. The opera began, and it was marvelous. Intermission, and we were out in the lobby, getting another glass.
"Look at those two," Sam whispered to me. He was talking about a very old, fat man and his date, a very young woman with silky blonde hair. She kept shifting her weight from leg to leg, and looking at him, slyly. When we got back to our seats, we noticed they were sitting in the row on the edge of the balcony, apart from everyone else. We were the closest people to them. Again, the lights dimmed, the curtain went up, and we were absorbed in the music.
Only a few moments later, I noticed the old man begin to kiss the young woman. I nudged Sam, and we had a giggle. Now, half our attention was on the opera, and half was on the couple. She looked back and up at us once, but I saw it out of my peripherals, as my attention was on the stage. Lucky, because she must have been convinced we either couldn't see us or weren't paying attention.
He twined his fingers in her long hair, and began pushing her head towards his lap, while his left hand was unzipping the fly of his dress pants. A second later, his purple pecker was poking through his fly, and he tugged at it, getting it positioned as he wanted it.
"Are you watching this?" I asked, honestly shocked. And excited. The guy didn't have a huge cock, but it was still hot. The woman parted her lips and began working the head of his cock with her tongue, swirling it around, running it under the edge. He gently ran his fingers through her hair. Sam laughed softly, and squeezed my hand. His palm was sweaty. I couldn't help but glance over at the front of his pants, but the angle wasn't good and I couldn't tell if he was getting hard. I was soaked.
The old man tightened his grip in his date's hair and began moving her head to the rhythm he liked, pulling her up and down like she was a sex toy. Drool clung to the top of his cock in long strings. Occasionally, she looked up at him, wanting approval, but he just shoved her mouth back down on his straining member. Eventually, he moved her up and down faster and faster, and then shoved his hips up once, twice, and let out a long breath. They sat a moment, her face still glued to his crotch, and then she sat up, leaving his now limp cock clean and damp. She tucked her hair back behind her ears, and looked back up at us, but we were watching the opera.
We were the first out of the theater, giggling.
"Dinner?" said Sam, and I was a disappointed. I was tingling, but. I decided to just enjoy him, and accept that he wasn't interested in me, sexually. So we went and had a nice dinner, and conversation. He kept bringing it back to the couple, though.
"Can you believe people do that?" he said.
"A lot of people have exhibitionist fantasies," I said, sipping my wine. Rain was coming down outside, a typical March day.
"Do they?" Sam said, looking at me.
"I've heard rumor," I said. "As long as it's not hurting anyone, what's the harm?"
"I suppose," he said. He has the bluest eyes, and he directed them at me for a long moment.
The sun was set by the time he drove me home, and he parked on the street and walked me up to the cottage door, and said, "Bunny..."
I let him wrap his arm around me, and pull me in tight. For the first time, we kissed on the mouth, our hot lips parting, our tongues meeting. Maybe it was the wait, or the tenor of the night, but it was the most erotically charged kiss I've ever had. A minute later, or maybe it was an hour, we took a breath and looked at each other.
"Do you want to come in?" I said.
"Very badly," he said. "But I'm not going to. I want you to come over tomorrow night. Will you do that?"
"Of course," I said. "Of course."

*This story is an excerpt from the updated adaptation I'm working on of the classic volume of erotica titled "A Compendium of Love Tales". It's a volume that was collected and recorded by an English monk, commonly referred to as Brother John of Stonebridge. It was most likely found and 'destroyed' by a superior; meaning, of course, that it was confiscated and kept hidden for said superior's personal use.

There once was a knight known as Sir Tomas Le Noir. His father was a knight who had fought in the first crusade, and subsequently traveled south on the African continent. His mother was a royalty, and he was brought up well. However, he had an older brother to take the throne, so Sir Tomas sailed to England to seek his fortune in the land of his father.
They called him Le Noir because of his skin. He was a head higher than most of the other men, with broad shoulders and a powerful, commanding nobility about him. On his long voyage over the continent, he fell in with a group of errant French knights, who taught him everything he needed to know about jousting, and European manners.
No one knows how Sir Tomas le Noir came to England, but they know he did. One Midsummer day, the great man spurred his steed up the steep hill to Castle Dewbough. The watchmen on the wall passed him through with wonder: Lady Dewbough was sitting before him on the saddle, the noble charger bearing both her and his master with ease.
Attendants helped Lady Dewbough down and ushered her inside. Sir Tomas left his horse to be cared for, and was escorted to the great hall so that he might have an audience with Lord Dewbough. The castle was large and well fortified, and the table in the great hall heaped with dishes. Lord Dewbough was attending to some business before dinner. He was an old man, quite three score years, and known to be a kind and fair.
"I thank you for returning my wife," said Lord Dewbough. "She left for a walk this morning, quite alone, and when she didn't return, we grew concerned. There are search parties looking for her as we speak, but come, claim your reward. Stay the night with us, sup with us, and tell us the tale."
Sir Tomas le Noir replied that he would be grateful and honored. Lord Dewbough commanded his wife's lady-in-waiting, Ayleth, to attend to the knight, and she led up to a large room and shut the door.
Ayleth was a pleasant woman, young, with long chestnut hair and she gestured to a bath that had been prepared for Sir Tomas' use.
"Sir, I thank you for rescuing my friend," she said in sweet tones, and began helping Sir Tomas off with his armor, and then his clothes, her small fingers undoing the damp buckles with ease. Sir Tomas was tired, and sore from the joust, but she held his eye for a moment and there was a gleam to her eye that caught his attention. Now he was down to his undergarments. Ayleth gestured for him to take them off, turning her head with a slight gasp when he stepped naked into the bath. With a cloth, she washed his shoulders and arms, and moved down his body, avoiding his genitals.
Inflamed by her touches, Sir Tomas requested her in honeyed tones to relieve him. His cock was such length and breadth that it rose from the water. Ayleth laughed merrily and declined, although her blood was quickened by the beautiful mahogany shaft trembling before her, growing harder before her eyes. She licked her lips. The head slowly crept out from his foreskin. Again, Sir Tomas begged for her touch. Heart pounding, Ayleth reached out and touched his cock. Sir Tomas closed his eyes and moaned in pleasure.
Under the water, Ayleth touched the base of the cock, gently massaging his enormous balls, reveling in the meaty cods within. It was like iron, the head nearly the size of her small fist. Veins popped out on his prick, and she began to stroke him. Sir Tomas opened his eyes and feasted them on the round tits bursting from her gown, her lips parted, she breathed rapidly, manipulating the great thing before him, rubbing her thighs together underneath her clothes.
"Take it in you mouth," Sir Tomas said. Ayleth blushed, and leaned over the edge of the bathtub. The head of the cock teazed her, like bobbing for an apple, but she caught it between her velvety lips and suckled on the tip, her bubbies pressing against the edge of the bath, one rosy nipple quite pushing out. Her tongue darted out, fluttering around the sensitive head. Under the water, Sir Tomas grabbed his cock, and with a few swift tugs loosened his seed. It burst out in a great torrent, bathing her mouth, and then her face, coating her cheeks with spunk and dripping down on her heaving bubbies like fresh cream. She squealed and ran from the room and Sir Tomas sank back, quite incapacitated with bliss.
That evening, he walked refreshed down to the main hall. Lady Dewbough sat next to her husband, Ayleth next to her. When Sir Tomas walked in, Ayleth whispered something in Lady Dewbough's ear, and they giggled. Lord Dewbough gave thanks and prayer for the food, and an additional thanks to Sir Tomas for rescuing his wife from the marauders who had captured her on her walk. Then they feasted, and enjoyed music and dancing. Sir Tomas danced with Ayleth, and Lady Dewbough looked quite envious. A few times he felt Ayleth's thigh brush against his cock, and it jerked at her touch, straining in his hose.
"There will be some festivities later, of a more private sort," said Ayleth as they parted. "Wait for my knock at your chamber door."
Sir Tomas stumbled up to his bedroom around midnight. He had noticed that Lord Dewbough had been at his wine goblet quite heavily, his wife pouring strong draughts into his cup. Sir Tomas laid down on his bed and shut his eyes, touching his prick through his hose, stroking it slightly, keeping it at the ready. There came a noise at his door, and Ayleth walked in. He pulled her on top of him, kissing her, touching her bubbies, making her grind against his hard member. After a moment, she pulled away with a gasp and slid off,
"Come with me," she said, and led him down the corridor, and down a back staircase. People looked up when he came into the bedchamber, and nodded. There was Lord Dewbough, and a number of other noblemen and ladies, gathered around a large bed. The lights flickered, and Sir Tomas felt excitement and apprehension.
A side door opened and the Lady Dewbrough entered. Ayleth walked up to her, and they began to kiss. At first, they were just light, as if in greeting, but then their mouths opened, and they entwined their pink tongues. They embraced, as well, kneading each others breasts. Soon, Lady Dewbrough had Ayleth's breast out and was devouring it, suckling the nipple as Ayleth closed her eyes in ecstasy.
Ayleth began to disrobe her mistress, hungrily, pulling at the clothes as they kissed, fumbling with the stays.
The men in the room were spellbound, watching the two fair women, one with tresses of chestnut, one with tresses of gold, make love. As they were exposed, revealing soft bellies, luscious thighs, firm tits, and downy sexes, they moved to the bed. Lady Dewbough threw Ayleth onto the coverlet, and kissed her way down to the mons, that furry treasure trove between her thighs. Ayleth blushed as her mistress revealed her swollen pink lips to the crowd. Lady Dewbrough was dog style on the bed, and between Ayleth's increasingly wild moans, all could hear the soft smacking of wet mouths.
A lord could take it no more, and he stood. Lord Dewbough nodded, and grasped a maid by the hair, pulling her willing mouth down to his cock.
The lord hurried to the base of the bed and pulled down his hose, revealing the cherry-tipped weapon. He dabbled his finger for a moment in Lady Dewbough's pie, and with no further ceremony, thrust his cock into her cunt. She gasped, and then went back to feasting on Ayleth's pussy. Sir Tomas watched with amusement as the lord fucked, moaning and clench-buttocksed, his tight balls slapping against Lady Dewbough's arse. It made a sound like boots in mud. Their combat didn't last long. The lord was overheadheated and he pulled out at the last moment, sending his spend arcing across the coverlet, rubbing the head of his cock against Lady Dewbough's right buttock until the shaking stopped, and he quietly took his place back at the seat, a long, clear strand of cunt juice bridging for a moment the gap between cock and her eager hole.
The women continued to fuck. Ayleth moved back behind her mistress and once again gobbled her cunt, relishing the taste of the lord's cock left in the wet folds. She began moving her tight fingers in and out of her mistress's pussy. "Oh, oh, Aylethhhh, oh oh yes, oh give it me, give it me hard!" she cried, Ayleth braced herself on her mistress's buttock, hand sliding on the puddle of cum left from the lord. Her fingers rammed in and out as her mistress squealed and moaned in delight and pleasure. Then her back flattened and she squirted her cum, splashing the sweet liquid over the tits of Ayleth. They paused a moment, and then switched positions, Ayleth on her back and Lady Dewbough between her soft thighs.
"Sir Tomas," said Lord Dewbough. The maid had his balls in her mouth, and he frigged the top of his own cock. "Take your reward. You shall not pull out at the end, you shall fill the cunny of my wife with your seed."
Sir Tomas took his clothes off, and walked to the bed amid gasps. His long cock jutted proudly from the curly nest of hair at the base of his belly. His balls, refilled, dangled against his thighs. He sat down on the edge of the bed next to Ayleth, and stroked his cock, pulling the foreskin back and exposing the purple head. She reached out and grasped it, her white hand looking small against his mighty tool. He played with her breast for a moment, letting her uncap and cap his cock.
The feeling was delicious, and she moaned as her mistress redoubled her efforts on her lower half. Another lord took his place behind Lady Dewbough, pumping and thrusting at her pussy, and this time she nearly came as well, but as her cries rose with his, he lost control, and again a jet of come streaking across her back.
Sir Tomas wiped her back clean with his big finger and fed the seed to her. She licked it off his fingers, suckling them with intent, looking up at him with large blue eyes. He stood, and walked around behind her, his cock so erect that it slapped against his belly. He bent it down, slowly, and teazed Lady Dewbough's cunt with it, rubbing the head against the lips. He looked over at her husband. The maid was sitting on his prick, riding a St George, bouncing up and down as he impaled her. He gave Sir Tomas a nod of approval.
Sir Tomas put the head of his cock in Lady Dewbough's pussy. He slowly stuck it in, stretching out her tight cunt, watching as the pink lips parted and eagerly sucked his purple crown in, the small asshole above shivering with pleasure. Slowly, slowly, did Sir Tomas slide his giant black cock into her tight little white cunt, feeling the head of his prick scraping against her narrow tunnel, filling her as she'd never been filled before. She cried out in pain and he rested, but a moment later urged him on. Her cunt suckled and massaged his tool, and he started to fuck slowly, sending her face deeper into Ayleth's creamy pussy.
In and out his cock went, Her channel was loosening as her muscles relaxed. He dug his long, strong fingers into her fat white buttocks, watching them undulate underneath them. "Give it me!" she ordered, pulling her tongue from Ayleth's wet pussy. Ayleth grimaced, caught in the throes of a come. Lady Dewbough's face was slick with her lady-in-waiting's juices. Sir Tomas felt his balls churning, getting ready to empty themselves into Lady Dewbough's womb.
"Give it me," she cried. "Oh ohhh ohhhhh, give me that cock, that cock!"
In the corner, Lord Dewbough lost control and jammed his prick into the tight cunt of his maid, releasing his seed, pumping it into her belly. Lady Dewbough finished her come, and spun around. Sir Tomas's prick popped out with a wet noise, but it hung in the air only a moment. Lady Dewbough greedily took it in her mouth, and he fucked her throat, pulling back just as he came. She tightened her lips around his shaft, hoping to take it all, but it was too much, and with her cheeks puffed out, come dribbled from the edges as she ate her reward, swallowing, only to have her mouth filled again with his semen.
Sir Dewbough clapped, showing his delight in this show as his cock slowly drooped, dripping seed from the softening head. "Fine work, Sir Tomas! I shall send you with an introduction to my brother's court. You will find it quite to your liking."


 

Meeting Sam, part two

Sam told me that Rainier was staying with him for awhile. Two bachelors was how he described it, living in a big house on Alameda Ridge.
"Let me show you," he said, picking up his ipad and sitting beside me. The only other people in the restaurant was a group of women who seemed content with the bottles of wine, the cheese plate, the almonds sprinkled with fresh thyme.
Sam's house was a big ranch style house, totally different from my wild little cottage. It looked out over the city, and was very well landscaped and decorated. He told me he'd had someone do it for him. I showed him photos of my place, which isn't much, but at least I own it.
"That's an interesting drawing," he said, as one of my photos had half of an art print. It was a French erotic illustration that I have framed over my desk. I laughed it off. I could tell he was interested though.
He had designed his house to remind him of his Wyoming childhood, on a sheep ranch outside of Casper. The rain drummed down on the windows, and it was so elegant in the bar. Sam got up and poured us each a fresh glass. I'd only said I would stay for one, but I was having such a good time, and he didn't try to make a move on me or anything. Which made me interested, since the relationship between he and Rainier almost made me wonder...
"Come by again," he said, when I finished my second glass and had to leave. I wrote down my phone number on a piece of paper, and left it on the bar. I'd had a really nice time with him, and I expect he'll call me eventually.
When I got home, giddy from the wine and the flirting, I took a long, hot bath with some rose salts and some almond oil. I felt so clean and warm and tired. I'd planned to masturbate when I went to bed, take my time, really enjoy myself. I'd been touching myself in the clawfoot bathtub I have, rubbing scented oil on my nipples, looking forward to the thick hard girth of my dildo. I love fucking myself with it and then sucking my juices off the realistic glans, and then riding it hard until I come. Sometimes I wake up with it still inside of me, always hard, always ready to fuck immediately.
But then I got into bed and I was so tired that I just fell asleep. And dreamed. I don't remember all of it, but Rainier and Sam were both naked in my bed, their cocks stiff and rubbing over my ass and thighs as we all kissed. I woke up so hot that I couldn't even get my dildo out of my bedside table. I rubbed myself twice and exploded over the sheets, drenching them in my come and then fell asleep to dream again of erotic things.

Meeting Sam, part one

Tonight I was at the supermarket near my house, buying some fancy cheese. It was one of those miserable, wet days where the cold seems to creep into every bone in your body. The thing that sounded best was to get home, get dry, and have a nice salad and a bit of brie and a glass of wine. Work on my novel a bit.
So I was dressed with that aim. Rivulets of rain had been running through my hair, and I was thoroughly drenched, my makeup was probably a mess, my feet were uncomfortably chilled. I had a bottle of wine under my arm, and was holding a bagged salad and picking through the plastic wrapped wedges of cheese with my free hand...a true class act.
"Hi," said a man, and I looked up. He was no one I recognized, which sent me into full panic mode. He was probably in his mid to late forties, my height, with slightly graying hair and a sheepish grin. Was he an old teacher of mine? A customer I'd helped earlier that day? Had I snagged the last bottle of ten buck Malbec that he was reaching for, totally heedless?
"I'm sorry," I said, after a desperate moment. "Where do I know you from?"
He turned a bit red. "I don't, you don't, I don't think. I'm sorry. I never do this, but I saw you in the wine aisle, and than I saw you here. I'm grabbing something for the little cafe I own, just across the street."
Holding up several plastic packets of thyme, he asked me if I would like to have a glass of wine at his cafe. On him, he said.
"Look, if you're interested, just swing on by. If not..." he shrugged and smiled. Disarmed, I put out my hand.
"I'm Bunny," I said. His hand was warm and dry, his handshake was strong and firm.
"Sam," he said. I told him I'd think it over and maybe see him later. He walked towards the cashier, and I went back to mindlessly picking through cheese. I liked his posture. It was commanding. I thought of Garrett for a moment, but who knows what was going on with that. And it was a cafe, which was safe enough, not that I really worry much about that sort of thing.
The cafe he owned was only a few blocks away from my house. I'd never been there. Dive bars were more my scene. I suppose it's the cheap introvert in me. Why pay seven bucks for a glass of wine at a place full of snobs when I could pay ten for a bottle that will last me a week? Or better yet, share with a friend.
Unless of course, someone else is buying. I paid, and put the food in my cloth grocery bag (yes, I'm one of those girls). Gritting my teeth, I walked back into the rain, crossing the busy street safely at the traffic signal. A few minutes later, I opened the door and stepped into the cafe. It's named after one of my favorite poets, whom I won't name here for privacy, but I took it as a good sign.
"Hello," I said, stepping up to the cozy wood bar. Sam turned around and smiled. He was opening the packages of thyme and putting the herbs in a bowl.
"Bunny," he said, softly. I smiled. "What kind of wine do you like?"
"Reds," I said. He poured me a glass of Oregon pinot noir and invited me to sit down. I peeled off my jacket, slowly, and though he kept working, I noticed him watching me. I hung my things up on a tall chair, and sat down.
"I've got to go take care of some customers who just came in, but I'll be right back," he said. He knocked on the bar in front of a tall man with an interesting face. "Rainier, keep Bunny amused til I get back."
Rainier is French, apparently, a former Cirque de Soleil acrobat. He'd just returned from his family's home in Normandie, and was back here finding a job.
"I do tarot," he said, "and palm reading. Look, give me your hand."
It was small in his big one, his long, strong fingers running over my lines and mounds and valleys. He laughed softly, and I blushed. He told me that my love life was very strong, that I was an erotic woman. He dropped my hand, and picked up my glass of wine, leaning in towards me as he did so.
"I'll give you my number," he whispered. His voice was so low and commanding, and I felt the hair on the back of my neck rise. "I'm a very generous man, remember that, Bunny. Little rabbit. I'll come kiss your twitching pink nose."
Rainier leaned back and laughed, drank some of my wine. "What is this horse piss, Sam?"
"Oh fuck off, Rainier," Sam said, sliding his keys across the bar. "You're drunk."
He said it with good nature, though, and leaned across the expanse of wood. I smiled, and thanked him for the wine.  

Sorry this isn't exactly erotic, but I think the situation has a lot of promise! I'll finish this up next week.