Dirty girl…
Dripping with anticipation,
Filled with elation,
Spreading yourself,
Begging to be used,
Ridden hard and brused,
Look at that face…
Keep your ass in place,
Wordless carnal need,
Filled with greed,
It’s written in your eyes,
Take your prize,
filthy doll…
Up against the bathroom stall,
Beautiful slut,
I’ll spank that butt,
While your fingers thrust,
Between your thighs,
I will muffle your cries,
With a cock in your throat,
A flesh garrote,
On which to choke,
While your body shakes,
And your mind quakes,
While you have your crushing,

Best wishes-SirHanz


Awakened by you need,
Lover in dreams,
Soft voice I heed,
Pulling me back it seems,
With feverish sensuality

A warm embrace,
In the gloaming light of dawn,
Desire written apon your face,
Reason departed and gone,
Erotic whispers in the dark

Yes.. good.. harder.. more,
Fingers and lips tasteing skin,
Now.. need you.. fuck me like a whore,
Deeply thrusting lost in sin,
Gasping breath mingled with mine

Autumns kiss on heated flesh,
Makes sweet the morning tryst,
Beauty and pleasure hearts enmesh,
Her need I cannot resist,
Lust sated.. we lay listening

To the whispers of the wind.

Best wishes -SirHanz

The return of gentleman fall

“Tell me a story” she says.. watching me with her liquid gaze. “Alright little flower” I say with a smile. “What kind of a story would you like?” “Something romantic… and naughty..” she says as she hides her blush under the blanket, her eyes peeking out from under the covers. I chuckle and agree.. I never could deny her…

Once apon a time… you see, all great stories must start with once apon a time. But they never say what time it was… strange no? Well.. I will not be falling for any such foolishness. And this story is all about time.
 Once apon a time… as the long days of summer were comeing to a close. In a house made with love but filled with winters chill, lived a goddess of summer. She worked hard tending to the needs of the house she loved, cleaning and fixing things that needed fixing. She cooked delicious food.. “what kind of food?” My flower asked. “Shhh.. dont interrupt.. but she cooked a lot of different things. Winter liked meat so she cooked that for him. But she was a goddess of summer and would eat only the bounty of harvest. Now be quiet and let me finish my story or I will not bend you over my knee later.” I said with a grin and a chuckle. 
 Now… where was i.. ah.. the house.. summer did not have a bad life with winter. But you see.. she was not happy. For winter was cold. And did not fill her with the warmth and desire that a goddess of summer needed.  But this story is not about winter.. for as the seasons changed summer found a gift apon her doorstep.  A warm scarf ment to comfort her and shield her from winters chill. She knew who it was from, for there was a note attached in the form of a poem with a rather bawdy ending. “It was from fall wasn’t it!” My flower chimed in. “Naughty girl… what did I tell you about interrupting?” I scowled playfully down at her.
  Summer wraped herself in the scarf, it hugged her neck and draped gently across her chest. It felt soft and warm. Summer knew that fall loved her, she could feel the care and love woven into the fabric.  She wanted to… no… needed to.. feel it more. So she left the house that she cared for, though it was hard and painful to let go of a place she had put so much of herself into. She would miss much about the home.. but not the chill and neglect. 
 Summer set her eyes forward and followed the path to where she knew fall would be. Just as she guessed, she could see him sitting quietly and waiting among the trees of red and gold. Fall had not noticed her aproch, so lost in thought he was. Summer felt her heart quicken and she hid herself, pressing her back against the rough bark of a tree. She knew fall loved her.. but she was a goddess of summer… and her blood was heat. She wanted him to desire her…. her fingers slipped beneath the straps of her sundress of flowers and light and let it fall to the leaves beneath her feet.

 With steady steps she approached fall wearing nothing but the scarf that felt so good against her skin. Gentlemen fall looked up when he heard the crunch of her footfalls apon the path that lead to him. His eyes widened, there was summer.. whom he loved dearly and never dared to hope would return that love, standing before him In nothing but his gift. Summer spoke of her need and feelings for him, opening her heart in ways she never dreamed she could. She spoke of her pain, her loneliness and grief.  And fall loved her. She spoke of frustration and fear. And fall loved her. She spoke of hope and dreams.  And fall kissed her.
 They made love beneath the shadows of the falling leaves, summer burning hot and fall the cool warmth that filled her. Summer’s body was passion and flame, but just as her season would always give way to his.. fall pressed her down. He held her firmly, summer could smell the clove and spiced apples apon his breath as chill teeth nipped at her tanned skin. She surrendered to fall, giving herself completely into his love as she cried out her pleasure.  The warm rain of july fell between her thighs as fall caressed her full breasts. Fall held summer close, the friction of skin on skin a beautiful melody of gasping lust…. fading into the leaves of the trees as fall took all that summer had to give and returned it with acceptance and love.
 They spent their day like that.. wraped in one another, first before the sun and then under the stars. I looked down at my flower as I felt her shudder. Her eyes where squeezed tight and I could see her hand moving beneath the blanket. Her mouth was slightly open, her lips glistening with moisture.  “Naughty little minx.. ” I said as I placed my erection against those full lips and felt her tounge draw me greedily into her mouth.  She moaned, her hand moving faster as she sensually slid her tounge across the head of my cock and tightened her lips around me. I pulled back the blanket, exposing her body. Her legs were spread wide, her hips grinding against the palm of her hand as her fingers worked frantically in and out of her pussy. She was exquisite. 
 I reached down and twisted her nipple between my fingers, her cry of pleasure was muffled as she sucked harder and faster. Her eyes opened and found mine, I could see the pleasure and need shining in their depths. She squeezed her legs together around her hand, her whole body beginning to shake. I growled my satisfaction,  one hand on her breast and the other in her hair as I pumped my cum into her waiting mouth. Her body went ridged and I felt the long deep moan vibrate around me as she came with droplet of pearl liquid spilling from the corner of her mouth.
 I smiled as we lay together in bed relaxing in the afterglow. She looked up at me and as I admired her beauty I could see the scarf.. in tones of red brown and gold hung with care across the headboard of our bed…

The end.

Best wishes…. Sirhanz.


Today I wanted to talk about touch. One of the main aspects of bdsm, or most any kind of dynamic.  Touch can convay a huge veriaty of things. A gentle push or firm grip can direct movement or the desire for your partner to move in a particular way. The sensual brush of fingertips can speak volumes of love or affection.  A slap on the ass can excite or remind your partner to behave… or both lol.

Touch can be delicate and so gentle the need for more can be almost painful. Or it can be rough and draw out the most primal of emotions. 

 Knowing where to touch or just how much pressure or duration to convay a feeling or elicit a desired response is a skill like any other. Some people need vary little practice to master a musical instrument.  Some need to spend years practicing.  But the important thing is that you understand which notes your playing so that when it comes time to perform you can just lose yourself in the music. And just like playing an instrument a flute is not a violin. People are different and their responses will be as well. Learn the theory then learn the instrument.  Experiment with your partner and pay close attention to how they feel and their reactions.  Find the best way to speak without ever saying a word.

The old saying actions speek louder than words is definitely true. Understanding and convaying feelings or ideas through touch leaves a much more lasting impression on the mind. And some people (like me) crave that kind of connection.  And others that dont… I believe have not truly experienced it and dont know what they are missing.

 Take a moment next time you go to hug your partner and think about how it makes them feel. And then decide how you want them to feel in that moment and let your heart speak with you hands.

Best wishes  -SirHanz


Lusting eyes,

Mouth hungers,

Parted lips,

Wet pressure,

Pulling me deeper,

Tounge traceing,

The vains of my cock,



Hard and warm,

Hair tangled,

In my fist,

You are mine…

Gasping breath,

Forced deeper,


Pushed back,

Thrusting hips,

Nails rake,

Across my back,

Turned over,

Forced down,

Pussy slick,


With lust,

Pried open,

Thighs meet,

Grinding deep,

Tight heat,

Need growing,

Good girl…



Trembling moan,

Dont stop…

Hand on clit,




Grip my cock,



Dirty girl..

Cum for me…

Glistening skin,



Forced down,

Sliding between,

Thighs pressed tight,

Cum for me..

Feel me..


In my pleasure…


Deep inside,

Muscles clench,

Head pulled back,

Cum on my cock…

Climax torn,

From your core,


Pulling me in,


Liquid fire,

Racing upward,

Hips pressed tight,

Soft folds,

Drag at my skin,

A low moan,

Pussy squeezing,

Milking my cock,

Say it…

Tell me what you are..

Deep down..

As you writhe and twist..

Pleading for more..


Yes… you are..

Hands clawing sheets,


With every spurt,

Of liquid life,

Mouth agape,

Lost in ecstasy,

As I leave you,




Good girl..

A teaseing kiss,

Nipping at your collar,

You did well..

Now rest..

Best wishes -SirHanz

Remember to Breathe

In this hot humid summer it can feel difficult to breathe sometimes. We get used to it and it becomes almost normal. We forget what it felt like to breathe. What it felt like to feel like we are alive instead of just surviving.

And then fall arives.. and with the first chill morning we step outside and fill our lungs.. with life. It feels achingly good just to breathe, to lay in the sun… to feel cool grass beneath your feet… to smell that first whiff of wood smoke that reminds you of home.

It is on such a morning that our story begins. We find our lady of interest siting on a porch, wraped in a blanket. She is thinking how much it feels like being loved, being wrapped in warmth while the exhilarating chill kisses her cheeks.

Her hair frames her face, braided locks falling just behind her ears and disappearing into the blanket. The sun peaks up over the horizon, reflecting in her eyes. Ah.. such eyes.. some would call them soulful or doe eyes, people commented often on them. But to Morgan they just looked brown.

Morgan smiled as she heard a stirring from inside. Gregory must be awake she thought. She could hear him put a kettle on the stove and laughed to herself at how he was so old fashioned. The smell of jasmine drifted on the currents of crisp air, slowly warming with the riseing sun.

Gregory opened the door and leaned on the door jam, “I’m makeing tea, would you like some love?” Morgan smiled, thinking oh my god.. he called me love! She held up the can of bang energy drink “I think I am covered, thanks.” Gregory chuckled looking at her wraped up in the blanket. “Alright” he smirked “you know.. if you wanted a bang in the morning….” he let his voice trail off as he dipped back inside laughing.

Morgan blushed thinking about the previous night… she had done things she had never even considered before. It had been so naughty and raw she thought, feeling the heat rising between her legs. She shifted beneath the blanket, her hips were sore.. her ass still had a tingling glow.. and she could feel the bite marks on the insides of her thighs. Morgan groaned, remembering the intense pain of those bites. She had never thought that pain like that right at the moment of orgasm would feel so good.

Gregory walked back outside holding his cup of tea, “you feeling alright? Your looking a bit flushed. I was a bit worried last night when you passed out.” Consern and care showed in his eyes framed by thin glasses. “I feel good actually” Morgan said. “Sorry I worried you. I didnt even know it was possible to… well… you know…” Gregory grinned “cum so hard you completely lose consciousness? ” Morgan felt the blush riseing again, “yah… that.”

Gregory knelt next to her chair, slipping his hand under the blanket to hold hers. “I have never seen anything more beautiful than you completely lost in the throws of passion.” Morgan smiled thinking he doesn’t say much.. but when he does… he speaks from the heart.

They stayed like that for a while, his hand in hers. Just watching the world and feeling the closeness. Birds hoping and chirping on the feeder. Morning chill slowly giving way to the warmth of day. At last their drinks were empty and they knew they had to start the day.

Morgan streched, she hated to let go of his hand but knew they couldn’t stay like that all day. “Do you have to work today?” She asked as Gregory stood and set his cup on the table. “Yes, but my schedule is flexible. Right now though…” he licked his lips and scooped her up blanket and all. “I am takeing you back to bed.. ” Morgan sighed laying her head against his shoulder as he carried her inside. His arms felt good, supporting her and holding her to his chest. Again she felt the heat between her thighs as she said “yes sir..”

Gregory layed her gently apon the large four poster bed, there was a post near Morgan’s head and she looked up past the curling dark wood at the ceiling. Then her vision was filled with eyes of dark blue, like storm clouds ready to bring howling winds and rain. Their lips touched and Morgan closed her eyes, her body relaxing as the magic of his kiss sent memories of pleasure to cloud her mind. She loved that moment, when all thoughts disappeared like clearing mist, leaving behind only feeling and sensation.

Gregory stepped back, unfolding the blanket like he was unwrapping a perfectly ripe pear from a gift basket. Carefully, but filled with anticipation and hunger. Morgan lay exposed before him. The adorable freckles on her legs drawing his eyes upward to feast apon the lace of black lingerie. He stood there for a moment, drinking in and filling himself with the vision of her supine apon the blanket, the off white contrasting with her tanned skin makeing it impossible to look anywhere else.

Morgan held out her arms, inviting.. tempting.. beseeching. His strong hands wrapped around her delicate fingers. With soft pressure he turned her, leaving her head to hang from the side of the bed. Morgan swallowed with anticipation, she knew what was coming. She closed her eyes and reached up to find the knot on his robe. She pulled apon the cord, feeling the cloth fall open at her touch.

Soft warmth pressed against her lips. Morgan opened her mouth and drew him inside, she felt him swell against the wet heat of her tounge. She smelled cypress and cedar from the soap of his shower as Gregory took hold of her braids and used them to pin her head back against the side of the bed. Giddy excitement ran through her as she felt him fully hard gliding slowly back and forth across her lips.

Morgan shivered, her mouth watered and she groaned with need. Her lips tightened trying to pull him deeper.

Gregory pulled back just enough to leave the tip of his shaft glistening against her lips. He placed the cord from his robe into her hands and spoke. “I’m going to fuck your throat. If it’s too much.. let go of the cord.” Then again using her braids to pin her head down he thrust forward.

Morgan swallowed, she tried not to gag. He pressed deeper.. she instinctively tryed to pull away but her head was held fast against the sheets. She griped the cord tightly as she felt her neck swell with his thickness. It felt raw.. primal.. to be used for his pleasure. Saliva pooled in her mouth and dripped from her lips. Her eyes watered and tears left wet paths apon her face.

Gregory saw her struggling, he glanced at the cord and saw her white knuckles gripping it tight. He withdrew for a moment, letting her gasp for breath. Then once again pressing past the back of her mouth and into the tightness of her throat. He held himself there, she looked stunning with her chin pressed against his skin. He decided to push her.. force her to let go of the cord. Slowly her face began to turn pink, she swallowed involuntary as her chest began to heave for breath and she began to choke. The sensation as she struggled felt amazing. She was a goddess, pinned to the bed by his cock. Convulsing on his shaft as her body demanded air and her mind demanded pleasure.

Morgan could barely think, her whole world had collapsed to focus on only him. To others.. this rough treatment would look like abuse. But in that moment.. when he placed the cord in her hand, it was a challenge. Without speaking a word he had said ” hold on if you can… I will break you… and force you to submit. ” she held on.. she desperately wanted to prove him wrong, to show him how strong she was. She wanted to win, to succeed.. she needed it. Just as much as she needed him to force her to submit. The overwhelming feeling of relief that came with giving all you have.. struggling with all your might… and then losing. Knowing without a doubt.. that he could brake her… but chooses not to.

Morgan’s back arched, Gregory could see her legs shaking as her face turned red. He felt her body shake as it tryed to draw an impossible breath. Then she let go. The cord feel as if in slow motion. She gasped as he withdrew her eyes opened wide uncaring of the tears and drool. She lay there sucking in great lungfulls of air as Gregory walked calmly around to the other side of the bed.

He grabbed her ankles as she swam in the haze of subspace and pulled her to the side of the bed. He spread her legs and pulled her hips to the edge of the bed, her thighs were coated in her arousal as he leaned over her and cradled her head in his palm. Gregory gently lifted her head, her eyes were unfocused but he knew she could see him. Morgan’s lips trembled as he kissed her. Pulling back slightly he propped her head up with a pillow so she was looking down the length of her body.

Morgan moaned seeing her spread legs and how close to her he was. Inch by inch.. with agonizing slowness she watched in rapped fascination as his shaft disappeared like a slow motion magic trick. She was so wet there was almost no resistance as he buried himself inside of her. His fingers traced the bite marks on her thigh as he twisted his hips to grind against her.

It was too much, her breathing came in shallow gasps as ecstasy clawed at her spine. Her hips bucked against him, guttural cries escaped her lips as she came. Her body slowly relaxed after the intensity of the orgasum. She didnt even realize she had her eyes squeezed tightly shut.

Morgen felt him pick up speed, the slapping of flesh sending jolts of pain and pleasure up through the core of her. Morgan’s eyes shot open as she felt his hands apon her breasts. He had hooked his forefinger across the top of her nipple and using his thumb below was both pinching her nipple and using her breasts like handles to thrust harder into her. When had he even gotten her bra off?

Gregory was sweating with the exertion of holding himself back, he wanted to see her come again. He could tell by the way she clenched around him she was close. A growl rumbled deep in his chest as again she threw herself apon him and began to shake. Just as she began to calm he thrust hard against her and dug his thumbnails into her nipples as in great pulses he spent himself deep within her.

Morgan’s mouth opened in a silent scream as the orgasum returned with a vengeance. pain warped and twisted through her chest. Pleasure roared through her like a wildfire, leaving her a scorched ruin at is passing. She didnt know how she had gotten wrapped again in the blanket. Gregory was siting on the bed leaning against the headboard gently running his fingers through her damp hair. He smiled down at her as she realized her head was supported on his thigh. “Welcome back love.” He said. Morgan looked up at him sheepishly “I did it again didnt i?” He bent forward and kissed her forehead “yes.. you were… incandescent.” She closed her eyes and relaxed against him enjoying the feel of him playing with her hair. “Didnt you have to work?” She could feel his body shake as he chuckled. “I called in… apparently… the love of my life passed out.. and I needed to stay home to take care of her.”

Morgan burst out laughing. “You didnt…” his voice quivered as he tryed to contain his mirth “oh.. I totally did. Expect some people asking after your health at the next work picnic.”

She playfully slapped his chest, “you.. are a bad… bad.. man.”

Gregory again bent forward and whispered directly into her ear “and you are a naughty little minx that keeps me from working because I am enraptured by your beauty.”

Best wishes -SirHanz


Wings of leather,

Wings of feather,

I have them both,

But most see nether,

A helpful hand,

That draws you to your knees,

You need not stand,

If you need to please,

The most gentle touch,

On the back of your head,

Is it too much?

Shall I take you to bed?

And tuck you in?

Tied naked beneath the sheet?

Now dream of sin,

As I touch where thighs meet,

Would you like a story?

To help you sleep?

A tale inflammatory?

As my fingers dig deep?

Still can’t rest?

Let’s get you tied to a chair,

I’ll pour wax on your breast,

As I stroke your hair,

A kiss good night,

Oh? You want one more?

I can feel your plight,

Let’s get you down on the floor,

Is the rope too tight?

Your panting for air,

I can see your delight,

Yes… I know I dont play fair,

What’s that your saying?

With that gag between your lips,

And now your displaying,

And grinding your hips,

Your beautiful eyes are wide,

Go on and show me your backside,

If it will give you peace,

I’ll thrust it inside,

And give you release.

Best wishes-SirHanz

The hawk

The crested hawk circles, the air is cool high above the ground. Currents of invisible ether lift and buffet wings like knives that cut the air. A tilt of the head and sharp eyes focus apon the earth below. Tiny moments draw attention, a mouse… thinking itself hidden chewing tiny seeds. One beat.. then two.. wings snap inward and head dips low. Air roars in the ears quieted by tiny fethers just enough to prevent damage. Faster.. the mouse is unaware. The shadow of a cloud covers the sinking sun.

Wings extend by effort of will faster still as the hawk skims the ground. Talons stretch, glittering black in the last rays of day. Each curved dagger of bone honed over thousands of years of evolution just for this moment. A tiny squeak and a patch of fur amidst the grass. The mouse is gone.

The hawk climbs once again, food for hungry bundles of fluff tucked beneath it. A tiny droplet of red falls from its pray. Downward… a ruby against the fiery blossom of sunset. Past the glimmering towers of glass, tumbling in the tumultuous twilight breeze. Down.. into the alley filled with the sounds of cars and carnal lust.

The lady pressed her hands agenst the dark granite of the wall. She could see the fading colors of the sky as the man in the coat behind her grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head backwards causing her to arch her back. The lady’s mouth opened, her cries of pleasure lost amidst the echoes of the city. He was inside her, filling… pressing.. grinding..the lady’s arms began to shake.

The man in the coat’s breath heaved in his chest like a great bellows. He held nothing back, giving this goddess any less felt like some kind of dark sin. The lady’s arms gave out and he pressed her firmly but gently into the cold stone wall.

The lady’s exposed chest pressed apon the chill of glass like stone. She layed her cheek apon it, feeling her sensitive flesh rubbing hard against it with each deep thrust. She could see the man from the corner of her eye, his coat open to reveal firm muscle that rolled with tension as his hands dug into her hips through her hiked up skirt.

The lady reached back her arms, spreading herself.. wanting him deeper. She gasped as the man hooked his forearms under her thighs and lifted her off of him. For a moment she felt fear, then exhilaration as her legs fell forward over his shoulders. She hung suspended apon him as she felt his mouth cease apon her his tounge delving velvet soft inside her. Pleasure gripped her, her head was spinning. The world hung suspended above her, and pressed just beneath her chin was the throbbing shaft still slick with her juices.

The lady felt droplets of her overflowing wetness land on the underside of her chest as she slid him past her lips. The man moaned, the vibration sending her over the edge, her thighs gripped the sides of his head pressing him against her as every muscle tensed. She felt him swallow as she flooded his mouth with her lust. She sucked hard, tightening her lips around him. The man groaned and twitched agenst her tounge, she knew he was close. He cried out his pleasure between her thighs, each movement of his mouth sending little shocks of ecstasy up her spine.

She wraped her arms around his legs pulling him into her, she felt the mans legs harden and shake beneath her hands. She tasted his salty treat spill into her thick and warm in the heat of her mouth.

Neither noticed the tiny droplet of liquid rose land softly next to them in the dust. High above them the hawk landed on the edge of the building where it had built its nest. Three pairs of golden eyes opened to see their mother for the first time. Hungrily they opened their mouths for their feist. Far below.. a man in a coat and a lady in a white blouse and wrinkled skirt walked grinning and laughing out of an alley. Holding hands as they were once again folded into the noise and flow of the city.

Best wishes -SirHanz


Dark Sweet fragrance,

Drawing you closer,

Desiring more,

Arms enfold supple waist,

Hands trace lower,

Rough fingers tease,

Beneath your skirt,

A strong arm,

Holds you from falling,

As legs begin to shake,

Deeper inside slick heat,

Palm pressed gently,

Dragging slowly,

Across your clit,

Lay back against me,

I will not let you fall,

And as you cry out,

I shall taste,

Delicate lips,

Amidst the fragrance,

Dark and sweet.

Sensual wishes -SirHanz

Second date

The first date had gone well, tea and passionate kisses in the parking lot. This time he wanted to do something special for her. He had invited her to dinner as he left her last at her door. She had agreed, but on the condition that he cook.

He smiled.. remembering the moment as he removed the fresh bread from the oven. He had teased her.. “you just want to get me alone and take advantage of me.” He chuckled as he set the bread to cool. She had kissed his cheek and opened the door, just before it closed he heard her say “maybe I do.”

He grinned remembering how he had been left blushing on her doorstep. The pot at the back of the stove was heating and he poured in the soup base of tomato blended smooth with cream and parmesan. He looked at the clock, she would be here soon. He set the table and arranged the flowers in a vase just left of the table center. He lit the candles and set out a bottle of chilled white wine.

There was a knock on the door. He froze. He thought he had more time! Looking at his reflection in the window he saw he was still wearing the flower covered “kiss the cook” apron with an arrow pointing at his waistline. “One moment! Be right there!” He called as he tore the apron off and tossed it under the sink. He reached the door with his heart pounding, telling himself over and over to calm down.

He opened the door, light streamed in from the setting sun. Standing in profile in the glare was what he could only assume was some form of angelic spirit come to fulfill his every fantasy. As he stood slackjawed she walked past him and looked around “so this is where you hide yourself from the world huh?” She said glancing at the room.

He turned, slowly shutting the door. She was dressed in a lose white dress that gave the impression that if the light was just right.. you could see through it. A black corset cinched her waistline into a mind altering hourglass. Black heels like gravity drew the eye to the shapely curve of her legs. Yes… his thought was correct when he opened the door. She was stunning.

Snapping out of his revelry he stumbled to answer “oh.. yah.. it’s not much but its home.” A thought struck him “crap! The soup!” Dashing into the kitchen he quickly stirred the bubbling pot and turned down the heat.

She was behind him… he felt her softness against is back. Her hand slid under his arm and across his chest “smells good… what are you makeing me?” Her voice was close.. he could feel her breath on his ear. She is going to kill me he thought. Yup.. heart about to explode and ruin the soup. He chuckled looking back over his shoulder “horny?” Now they both laughed. He grinned and said “and maybe a grilled cheese sandwich.” She gaped.. “wait.. I tell you to cook me dinner… and you.. a chef… make me grilled cheese?” He looked at her.. desperately trying to figure out if she was teasing or she was offended. Fuck it he thought.. go for broke. “Yup. It’s a lot like me.. simple.. but made in a complex way. Looks normal on the outside, but one taste.. and you will crave it forever.” She actually took a step back almost falling into the seat at the table. She was shaken… he could tell, but she was trying not to show it. A smile slowly crept onto the corners of her mouth. “Alright then chef.. let’s do this thing.” She said, trying not to grin. He bowed, flourishing his spoon. ” I go forth and shall return with my spoon or on it.” Now it was just too much, she burst out laughing as he cut the bread into thick slabs. “I promise, you will like this.” He said. Again she laughed “oh.. I have heard that line before.” She smirked “sometimes they were right.”

His hand shook slightly as he sliced the cheese, good gawd the way she said that was hot. He heard the cork pop from the bottle as she poured herself a glass of wine. “So tell me what makes this grilled cheese so good.” She said, takeing a sip from her glass. He gently placed the first sandwich into the cast iron pan. There was a sizzle and the smell of toasted fresh bread filled the room. “Well ma’lady.. it’s not the dish That’s important, it’s the quality of the ingredients and the loveing care in the handling…. even simple meals can have unexpected and extraordinary flavors. ” she sipped her wine thinking about what he had said as he poured the soup into bowls.

He flipped the sandwich and brought the soup to the table. “Anything special about the soup?” She asked looking up at him teasingly. He grined, “yes… it’s tomato and your wearing white. Should you spill any we would have to quickly undress you to get that marvelous dress in the wash before the stain sets.” She blushed as he pulled the first sandwich out of the pan and popped it in the oven replacing it with another. Again the smell of bread and butter filled the air.

He heard the chair creak as she stood and her heals click on the floor. She stood beside him holding a glass of wine “I cant be the only one enjoying this fine wine..” she said. He smiled takeing the glass “oh? Is it good?” She nodded, “I think so.. but you be the judge.” She took another sip and grabbed him by the collar pressing her lips to his.

His mind stoped. Sweet wine spilled into his mouth… he swallowed, a droplet spilling from his lips to slide down his chin. She quickly stepped back and raised an eyebrow. “Good?” He groaned softly.. ” quite… good. ” he knew he would never again taste that wine without the memory of her lips.

Shaken but smiling he pulled the sandwich off the stove and turned off the heat. Grabbing the one out of the oven he placed them both on the cutting board and sliced them Into quarters. He slid the sandwiches directly onto their plates and sat down across from her at the table.

“Thank you for coming to dinner. I hope my humble offerings are worthy of such beauty. Please.. eat while it’s hot. It’s best when at just the right temperature. ” he said. Picking up a slice she smiled “most things in life are.” She dipped it in the soup and bit into the golden wedge. He sipped his wine, watching.. wait for it… just a little more..

He saw it.. she tried to hide the surprise but her whole body seemed to just relax. She reached for the wine and he knew she was his. She sipped… her eyes went wide as the taste of perfect toasted bread and cheese mixed with the flavors of the wine. She moaned softly as she swallowed, her eyes takeing on a far away glassy look. He said nothing.. just watching as one by one the slices disappeared.

He knew what she was feeling.. he had spent a decade perfecting the perfect combination. Fresh baked bread with just the right amount of honey, cheese from Switzerland aged for exactly two and a fourth years. Butter from Ireland with just the right amount of cream and salt. Cast iron seasoned with sunflower oil at just the right heat. Soup made with the perfect proportion of tomato, cream and a touch of rye flower to bring out the flavors in the bread. Wine choosen for its unique sweetness and just the right dry aftertaste to complement and contrast with the slight char of the bread. It was a labor of love. And every bite was filled with warmth and joy.

Slowly her eyes again began to focus. She was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling in quick breaths. Her hands still shook as she placed her palms flat on the table and stood. Her eyes had taken on a hard determined look. “So… did you like it?” He asked smileing over his glass. She said nothing, picking up the half empty bowl of soup she looked directly into his eyes.

And slowly poured the rich red across the white of her chest. “Oops.. oh.. dear.. this will definitely stain… I need it washed… now.” He could no longer form rational thought and stammered “of course! Yes.. yes… the bathroom is right through… the……. bed…….. room.” She smiled a predatory grin and walked past him into the bedroom.

He gaped… what had just happened. His mind swirled with thoughts and possibilities. That was definitely deliberate.. she had just poured it on herself. What do I do now? Do I follow? Should I be a gentleman and get her a change of cloaths? Yes! That’s it. I should do that. He hurried into the bedroom and rummaged through his clothes for something that may fit her. Comeing up with a t shirt and some drawing house pants he turned toward the bathroom and stoped.

The shower was running, and laying outside the door was the stained dress. He gulped.. blushing slightly as he picked up the dress and hurried to put it in the wash. Returning with the cloaths he knelt to lay them outside the door as the shower had stoped. The door opened…. she stood before him in white lace lingerie.. and she had put back on the corset. She smiled at his look of astonishment. “Are you just going to sit there?” Her eyes were laughing and playful as she spoke. He stood slowly, afraid to shatter the moment. He reached out his had to caress her cheek, stepping forward he was so close he could feel the heat from the shower radiating from her skin.

Their lips touched, brushing softly like silk on velvet. He kissed the corner of her mouth, wrapping and arm around her and pulling her to him. Stepping backwards as his kiss deepened he drew her with him to the big four post bed against the wall. His knees bumped the edge and he fell backwards pulling her down atop him.

She pulled back from their passionate kiss breathing rapidly, “you sir… are wearing far to many cloaths.” Her voice quaverd with need as her hands undid the buttons on his shirt. His hands rested on her thighs as she sat atop him running her fingers across his chest. The last light of day illuminated her face as she undid his belt.

She was radiant. Her skin seemed to glow golden beneath the white lace clinging to her like a second skin. He stoped her hands as she reached for his zipper. She gave a little moan of frustration mixed with anticipation. “Not yet… let me just look at you.. I want to remember this moment forever.” Her face relaxed as his voice washed through her. She sat back on her heels and smiled looking down at him. “I like it when you look.” He lay back and gazed at her, his breath was shallow and his heartbeat fast. He was afraid to tell her that he was in love for fear she would reject him, it was too soon.. to quick.. but he felt it. Deep within him was a flame that had been there since the moment she hadn’t let go of his hand in the parking lot. Oh yes… he had it bad… and now here she was… a goddess of the sunset, exquisite and intense.

She leaned forward, laying across his chest and snuggling into the crook of his neck “have you seen enough? ” her voice was like honey in his ear. “Never enough, but enough for now.” He said as he ran his fingers through her hair. “Good” she purred into his neck kissing it and rolling to the side to unzip his jeans.

He lifted his hips allowing her to slide his pants off and exposing what she was longing for. She did not waste a second and had him deep in her mouth before he could say a word. He groaned and felt her hair… so soft.. slide through his fingers. Her tounge felt like it had a life of it’s own as it curled around him rubbing and teaseing his most sensitive arias.

Her nails left little scratches on his chest as she streched like a cat while her lips dripped lust down his dick. He was shakeing with tension like a plucked string, head thrown back and mouth open as he gasped for breath. He felt her mouth leave him and shuddered at the silken softness of her skin as she crawled up his body. His eyes opened to stare directly into hers. “I know that you love me” she said as she reached between them and pulled aside the lace between her legs. “You didnt need to tell me.. I knew as soon as you opened the door.” She whisperd in his ear. He felt the slippery heat against the head of his member and groaned, his head was spinning with pleasure and amazement. She grabbed his chin in her hand and turned his face to look directly at her.

“Look at me… and say it.” Her voice was like a pleading command. His hands found the perfect curve of her waist and held her. “I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU” he said, and drove himself upwards impaling her apon him. She arched her back and cried out in satisfaction, griping him tightly within her.

He knew he would not last long as she began twisting her hips and pressing against his hips with her thighs. He sat up and pulled her against him. Chest to chest they rocked looking at each other. He could feel everything, “you love me too” he said. And kissed her. His tounge teased along her lips as she shuddered in orgasum. Her legs locked around his back a she leaned back pulling him atop her. “Do it hard beloved” she whispered, pulling him into her with her legs. He gave her what she asked for, holding her corseted waist he pounded against her. Again she came, clenching around him and squeezing him with her thighs.

And then he felt her hands close around his neck. She knew that would drive him over the edge. She released him as he felt pulse after pulse of white hot pleasure released inside her.

Exhausted they both collapsed in a tangle of blankets and pillows. They lay quietly, sweat cooling on their bodies. He reached up and brushed the hair from her face, twisting it around his finger. They both spoke at the same time, their soft voices each an echo and harmony of the other.. “beloved”…. they smiled and held each other close. Tonight.. they would not dream alone.

Best wishes -SirHanz