Pentagon Reports 35 Percent Increase in Military Sexual Assaults …
The issue of sex crimes in the military jumped into the headlines this week, when the Pentagon reported a 35 percent increase in military sexual assaults last year . The report came two days after the chief of the Air Force Sexual Assault Prevention branch was arrested for allegedly groping a woman outside a bar near the Pentagon.
According to the Pentagon report, an estimated 26,000 members of the military were sexually assaulted in unreported incidents last year, which was 35 percent more than in 2010.
There was anger in Washington over the numbers, expressed by President Obama and by members of the Senate Armed Services Committee, who took on the issue during testimony from top military officials.
The bottom line is, I have no tolerance for this, the president said when asked about the report . If we find out somebody s engaging in this stuff, they ve got to be held accountable, prosecuted, stripped of their positions, court-martialed, fired, dishonorably discharged .
Period.
Obama announced that he had ordered Defense Secretary Chuck Hagel to step up our game exponentially to prevent sex crimes and said he wanted the victims to know I ve got their backs.
Military officials are worried that the trend could threaten recruiting and retention of women in uniform, particularly as they attempt to incorporate women into every aspect of military service.
The report comes just two days after police in Arlington, Va., arrested Lt . Col . Jeffrey Krusinski, the chief of the Air Force Sexual Assault Prevention branch, and charged him with sexual battery for grabbing a woman s breasts and buttocks outside a bar near the Pentagon .
Officials said Krusinski, who apparently was intoxicated, was removed from his post after the arrest.
This department may be nearing a stage where the frequency of this crime and the perception that there is tolerance of it could very well undermine our ability to effectively carry out the military s mission, Hagel said at a Pentagon news conference.
Hagel listed the steps he had ordered, including holding commanders accountable for preventing sexual assaults, expanding programs to help victims and screening recruiters and training instructors.
In one of the more outrageous cases in the military, an investigation that began in 2011 at Lackland Air Force Base in Texas turned up 59 cases of sexual assaults of military recruits by drill instructors.
The Air Force s top commander, Gen . Mark A . Welsh III, appeared to blame broader society in his testimony before the Senate Armed Services Committee, where he pointed out that 20 percent of women report they had been sexually assaulted before they came into the military.
So they come in from a society where this occurs, he said .
Some of it is the hook-up mentality of junior high even and high school students now, which my children can tell you about from watching their friends and being frustrated by it.
Reported sexual assaults of both men and women in the military rose to 3,374 last year, up from 3,192 a year earlier, according to the Pentagon . About 1 in 4 of those who were assaulted and received medical care declined to press charges.
Many victims are reluctant to come forward, according to experts, because they lack faith in the military justice system and fear their careers could suffer if they file criminal charges, particularly against higher-ranking officers.
Sens. Barbara Boxer (D-Calif.) and Kirsten Gillibrand (D-N.Y.) are planning to introduce legislation to amend the military code so that military prosecutors are put in control of all legal decisions on sexual assaults and other major crimes, eliminating the possibility that commanders can intervene.
Boxer said the increase in sexual assaults was horrifying and vowed to change how the military investigates and prosecutes these heinous crimes.
Sen . Claire McCaskill (D-Mo.) announced yesterday that she was blocking the nomination of Lt .
Gen . Susan Helms, whom Obama had nominated for vice commander of Air Force Space Command, because Helms last year overturned the conviction of Capt . Matthew S .
Herrera, who was found guilty of aggravated sexual assault of a female lieutenant at Vandenburg Air Force Base.
That is the crux of the problem here, because if a victim does not believe that the system is capable of believing her, there s no point to risking your entire career, McCaskill said at a Senate hearing with Air Force officials.
The Air Force responded by releasing a memo, written by Helms, in which she expressed doubts about the victim s testimony that she was asleep and did not consent to sex .
Instead of sexual assault, Helms found Herrera guilty of committing an indecent act, a lesser offense, and he was involuntarily discharged in December.
Sex: The dirty word we ain't supposed to talk about Thoughts of a …
Sex in tights, not recommended.
This post was inspired by an email I received from Anna, a remarkable girl that reminds me so very much of me at that age. I was asked questions that I too would have asked, and so I can only hope that I offer a tiny bit of clarity through my very insufficient and unimportant words. All I can hope for is more room made for conversations such as these, instead of just judgement and silence.
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When it comes to sex, we are taught (mostly, as women) to keep all details hush hush.
We are not allowed to learn that providing ourselves with pleasure is okay & normal, or that we even have desires at all. On TV, women are either virtuous or full on sluts. We are the toys, the playgrounds, the swing-set with a line behind it.
Our bodies must always be covered, lest a man find our breasts attractive. Playboy is bad, but Renaissance paintings of nude women are artistic. We invite all attention that we receive, and if we dare and deny it, we are slapped with a label of prude or tease.
There is no middle ground. If we choose to sleep with none or few, we are old maids. If we choose to explore our sexuality and empower ourselves with lust, we are whores.
Sex is our taboo topic.
I have always had an almost unquenchable thirst for sexuality, in it s many forms.
Barring a couple of complications (which I ve discussed enough, for now), my sexual journey has been erotic, alluring and bewitchingly stained with colors unparalleled. There are no limits to what I can find beauty in, for I am not a fan of labels in this regard. Women, men, fat, thin, tall, short; color, age, ethnicity, mental states, no bounds.
During my younger years, I was quite curious.
I wanted not only to understand the fire that burned, but wanted to explore it. I would sneak into abandoned houses with a friend, and play the inevitable game of house. When I was discovered, I was slapped with the standards. This was wrong. Sexuality was to be feared, to be hidden.
There was no outlet or information, just a plug to stop the flow of my desires.
Branded a slut my first day of high school, I was followed with taunts in the hallways. Oddly enough, I was very prudish most of my time there. I denied the girlfriend invitations, and if I did find myself close to a boy, I shied away from even holding hands.
A slut was my title, but I was nothing of the sort. Senior year, I did meet an older guy that waited patiently for 6 months as I contemplated my desires vs what society had shoved down my throat. When we finally began to sleep together, it was awkward and uncomfortable.
I did not yet know my body, and he did not yet understand his.
It wasn t until after high school, that I truly discovered my self. I held unbelievable power and was finally able to learn how to use it. Each person that I was with, revealed new parts of my reflection and it was intoxicating.
I learned how to play make-believe in the roles that I would assume; I could be whomever I wanted to be.
There was an aspect of addiction to it, and I cannot type this without addressing that. I was drawn in to the exhilarating stimulation of the hunt; I liked to chase down whatever target I had chosen, and would slap worth on my back when I had achieved victory. I was fucked up for a long time, no moral compass, no values.
But I learned & remain a student. I know where borders should end, and where they should begin.
But it wasn t all like that, and eventually I grew to learn the difference. It became less about an unhealthy manifestation, and more about the independent nature that I crave.
Sex is another way to communicate; it does not have to be dirty (unless you re into that sort of thing..) or disgusting. It can be beautiful, playful. It does not have to mean attachment, as it can just be a brief, lovely fleeting meeting with another human being.
I ve lived with labels slapped on my face all of my life, so calling me a slut phases me not.
It s okay to be a whore like me. It is also okay when women are more reserved. Or closed off completely, saving themselves for one or for none.
Drying up like a piece of old fruit. I m not hating. It s been a YEAR for me, ladies & gents, I won t even get started on the dryness.
Desert. Tumbleweeds blowing around. It s also okay to do that thing where no one else is needed.
As women, we should be sticking together, encouraging and enlightening one another yet instead, all I see is cruel judgement and name-calling.
Finding yourself and what works for you, is what we all have the right to do. It is the most beautiful part of being human; of being a woman. Shame and ridicule does nothing. Nothing but blur the lines of things that are actually wrong.
Like rape. How have we gotten to the point of making that box so small? Where a woman has to worry about backlash after coming out with it?
We don t all have (or want) to shout our sexuality from the rooftops. That s not the point.
But for those that do wish to express themselves, there should be a little bit more support and a lot less hate. Because there might be a young girl out there, confused about her body & her mind, that will put herself through hell due to that hatred.
*Note: No, I will not be sending or receiving any more nude pics. Unless of course you are Ned1 or Dimwit2.
Exceptions to every rule, eh?
Though I am not completely against bribes
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Daily Kos: Jan Brewer's Army National Guard – How High Does the …
I was introduced to this fiasco through the story of a whistleblower, Staff Sgt. Chad Wille. According to the Tucson Citizen1, Sgt. Wille was driving the unit’s Humvee when approached by a civilian who told him he had seen that exact same humvee weeks earlier on the street shooting pedestrians with paintballs. Like any good NCO, Sgt. Chad took this info back to the unit and filed a report with his supervisor. Not content, he decided to start asking questions, starting with the person who had the keys to the humvee that weekend. His quest was met with this response, “You’re not aware of the bum hunts?”
Rather than back down, even at the request of several officers in the chain of command asking him if he was a team player, Sgt. Wille investigated further, peppering the youngest enlisted troops with questions and learning about more than just the “bum hunts.”
Sgt. Wille then became the target of two years of harassment:
But as the investigations progressed, Wille became a target, military and police records show. Instead of being rewarded for integrity, he was subjected to a two-year campaign of harassment. Records show he was falsely accused of groping a teenage girl and threatened with a bullet to the head. His confidential military records were provided to an ex-convict. His National Guard photograph was stolen and posted on derogatory fliers outside National Guard headquarters, known as the Papago Military Reservation, in Phoenix. He was subjected to other allegations, investigated and pressured to resign, but refused.
In my book, the man deserves a medal for perseverance. I wish I could limit this blog to just his actions to show the rest of you than many in our military are honorable, ethical, and follow a code of conduct that does honor to the service of all of our servicemembers. But, unfortunately, I can’t.
I need to tell you about Sgt. 1st Class Michael Amerson, the man who held those keys to that humvee on the weekend in question.
I can tell you that his “bum hunts” included elements of sexual abuse, both of young female military members who were “pressured” to flash their breasts at the homeless and of at least one homeless woman who was paid to pull up her top.
I can tell you that his “bum hunts” abused our own veterans. This shouldn’t be a surprise since a large portion of the homeless are vets. What should be shocking is that any serving active duty military would treat our own Vietnam era vets which such shocking disregard, pushing their already fragile mental states to the point of dangerous action:
“Supposedly he was like a Vietnam veteran or something, and that’s why they named him ‘Checkpoint Charlie,’ ” Martin told investigators. “So they buy coffee and Checkpoint skips out on the tab, so now they’re pissed at him. So the story goes, ‘Hey, we’re going to take you out in the desert, dump you out in the desert.’ Maybe to scare him. I don’t know.
“Checkpoint had his cell phone and was going to call the police. So Amerson swung around the back seat, grabbed his cell phone, was going to smash it. Then they get back to wherever it is that they picked up this Charlie guy at, and they’re all standing around and Checkpoint has like a railroad tie (spike) or something and grabs (another soldier) puts him in a headlock and says, ‘I’m going to kill you.’ I guess somehow Amerson diffused the situation or something to that affect (sic).”
I can tell you that the warning signs of Sgt. Amerson’s illegal behavior have been there for years:
Amerson held pool parties where potential enlistees and new soldiers — male and female — were served alcohol and engaged in topless “chicken fights.” One recruit, only weeks in the National Guard, wrote a letter to the commander giving notice that she was quitting because Amerson pressured her to take part in bikini parties.
He also allowed a female recruit to come and live with him and, when the brass found out, Amerson wasn’t punished but young woman eventually agreed to be discharged. Sound familiar? This could be one of the stories from the movie, The Invisible War2.
He married another recruit and had yet a third affair with a teen but the person reporting the inappropriate before was forced out and Amerson was praised for the illegal and immoral behavior.
It’s fair to ask, “Where was the command?” This wasn’t a single night of fun – it was over 30 nighttime raids and countless numbers of inappropriate fraternization with troops under his control as well as rampant sexual abuse. How could the officers in charge not see what was going on? They had to be blind. Or, more likely, they feared dealing with the repercussions of punishing one of their best “bull-shitting” recruiters.
All military report to a civilian Commander-in-Chief at the end of the day and, in Arizona, the CinC of the Army National Guard is be Governor Jan Brewer. According to the Associated Press3, she was unaware of many of these allegations until she read her local newspaper. The question is how high up the chain-of-command did the knowledge go? Who was keeping secrets from the Governor and why? What in the hell is happening to the Army National Guard in Arizona and why?
And I’m not the only person asking questions:
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Retired Col. Karen Bence, who served as mission-support commander for the Guard’s 162nd Fighter Wing, said the state military organization suffers from “a severe lack of checks and balances all the way from state headquarters to the Governor’s Office.”
“If I was governor, I would clean house,” Bence added. “Then, I would go after my liaison and say, ‘Why didn’t I know about this?’
It’s likely that Brewer could have known if she wanted to. Last month, a fight was brewing between two top Generals and one of them, with the help of Representative
Trent Franks, asked Governor Brewer to intervene. She declined.5
As you read more about this story in the weeks to come, remember that this is much more than harassment of the homeless, as if that wasn’t bad enough on it’s own. Even now, places like Fox News6 are leading this story with headlines that imply it’s about the paint guns. Paint guns sell more news… sexual abuse and sexual harassment is just so blase. It’s our job to push back and to make sure this story is reported as it as been by The Arizona Republic7, who originally broke the story.
References
- ^ Tucson Citizen (tucsoncitizen.com)
- ^ The Invisible War (invisiblewarmovie.com)
- ^ According to the Associated Press (ktar.com)
- ^ asking questions (www.azcentral.com)
- ^ She declined. (www.azcentral.com)
- ^ Fox News (www.foxnews.com)
- ^ The Arizona Republic (www.azcentral.com)
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The Flight of the Ugly Swan — Chapter 8
The Flight of the Ugly Swan — Chapter 8 I experience the liberation of submission.
The plot formed slowly, but there was one element that I didn’t tell Janice about.
Charles needed another recharge day and Janice and I both agreed that a day without sex might make the next day, my final full day in there home, more memorable.
So we spent a whole day doing nothing but reading erotic stories to each other and talking about them and chatting online with friends and we each even did a cybersex thing with a random stranger to take the edge off.
Janice also told me about some of her exploits including fucking two guys at once.
She also showed me a video of her getting fucked by a young guy with a really big cock.
That was hot.
Janice and I spent the next day primping and plotting, while Charles was at work.
Janice told him before he left that the evening was going to be special, but at my request, she did not elaborate.
We shaved and painted our nails and selected outfits and of course, filled the day with girl talk.
We cooked a wonderful dinner of roast duck, one of Charles favorite meals.
It was served with wine and candlelight and chocolate mousse for dessert.
Afterward, Janice told Charles that drinks would be served in the den at 8 PM and we excused ourselves with a request to not be interrupted before then.
We went to my room to dress for the evening and this is when I took the big leap.
I removed my collar from my bag and held it in my two open palms the way I had seen Janice do.
I stepped up to her and said, “I am very afraid that I may lose my nerve if we stick with our original plan.
Without the fear of punishment, I don’t know if can trust myself.
I offer my collar to you with a request that you use my body for your pleasure and also give it to Charles.
You’ve both been so helpful to me.
Require of me what you desire and punish me if I disobey.” “Are you sure you want this, Geri?” She did not seem completely surprised by this, but she was clearly concerned.
“Yes, Ma’am.” She took the collar from me and kissed me before fastening it around my neck.
“The plan will still be mostly the same but we have to respect the collar.
It would be best to start that right away.
Take off your clothes, Slave Geri.” Slave Geri.
With great trepidation, I assumed the role I volunteered for.
I followed her commands and at 8 PM sharp she went out the door to make sure that Charles was in the den.
I quickly got the drink tray ready and she went into the room.
“Tonight Sir, we have a special surprise.
Our server for the evening will be my new slave, Geri.
Enter Slave.” I stepped into the room with my drink tray and set it on the table between their chairs.
I could tell that Charles was astonished.
I self-consciously stood back and averted my eyes and fiddled with my hands.
I was wearing my most brazen slutwear.
On top, I wore a very tight red silk shirt that left nothing to the imagination.
It was not cut for a woman with breasts.
We found it in a store specializing in Asian clothing and it was probably made for young teen girls.
It had about a dozen buttons and fit like a second skin.
I wore that above a very short black skirt.
It was clear that the black fishnet stockings on my legs were held up by red satin garters.
My shoes were red patent leather high healed shoes that were made to look like schoolgirl uniform shoes.
“Slave Geri, lift your skirt and show us your pretty panties.” I pulled up the front of my skirt and revealed my black lace panties.
“Now turn around and show us your backside.” This was one of the moments I dreaded, but since I was facing away from them, it wasn’t so bad.
I pulled my skirt up to reveal my bare ass cheeks with the thin thong between them.
“Now move your feet apart and bend over.” I placed my feet just barely wider than my shoulders and bent over, revealing my dampening crotch and most certainly the outside part of Bishop II with the thong across him.
“Isn’t she wonderful, Charles? I believe that’s called having a butt like a black girl.
Now Slave, remove everything but the shoes and stockings.
Slaves have no need of modesty.” I gasped, knowing that was coming, but I was still not comfortable with nudity in front of Charles, especially with the lights up and the occasional flash of the camera.
I tried to emulate Janice as I shed my clothing, letting each piece fall from me as if it was an insignificant afterthought.
First the blouse, then the skirt and finally the panties.
I didn’t remove the garter belt and Janice didn’t insist, There I stood, facing away from them, feeling as if I looked like a stick figure with two beach balls attached at the hips by elastic bands.
“Turn back around Slave.
Show us those beautiful microboobies.” Of course, Janice understood the need to emphasize my figure flaws.
To speak of them but then accept me anyway made them acceptable.
Still, I was embarrassed to have them so prominently revealed to Charles.
“Offer those little boobies to Charles for inspection.” I chose then to rebel.
It wasn’t that I really didn’t want to do what Janice commanded.
I just wanted to take some punishment now to prevent me from rebelling later.
“No Ma’am.
I can’t.
I’m too shy.” “What? Does my slave require punishment?” I turned my head to her, met her eyes and gave the smallest of nods.
“Get the chair, slave.” I brought the straight wooden chair in from my room and set it in front of Charles.
I thought about which hand Janice would use and positioned the chair so that Charles would see my ass and pussy from his chair.
Janice smiled and said, “Good girl,” as I laid across her knees.
Smack! “Ow! One.
Thank you Ma’am.” I was glad I remembered the routine and when the tenth landed, Janice rubbed my bottom to soothe it and probably her stinging hand.
“Has all the shyness left my slave yet?” I hesitated a moment too long and another smack landed on my ass.
“Ow! Eleven.
Thank you Ma’am.” “Nine more and I will ask again.” Upon the count of twenty, she stopped and rubbed my cheeks again.
“Still shy?” “No, Ma’am.” “You may get up and obey the command then.” “Thank you Ma’am.” I went over to Charles and knelt next to his chair as close as I could get.
I looked at his crotch and it was clear that he was quite hard from the show so far.
The light from the table lamp was full on my chest, but of course that didn’t matter now.
With the tears from the spanking drying on my face, I said, “Slave Geri, ready for inspection, Sir.” He touched each nipple and then leaned over and licked each one.
They stiffened and I felt a strong twinge in my pussy.
“They’re beautiful, Slave Geri.” “Thank you, Sir.” “I think we should continue in the bedroom,” Janice said.
“Slave Geri, put the chair back and bring our drinks.” When I entered with the drink tray, Charles and Janice were kissing and Charles was removing her clothes.
She sat in a bedside chair naked and said, “Slave Geri, is there something you would like to ask?” “Yes Ma’am.
May I lick your pu…pussy, Ma’am.” That was another of the things I was not sure I could ask in front of Charles, but the sting in my ass cheeks gave me the courage.
“Yes you may, Slave.
Charles, please take some photos.” As I moved between her legs, Janice said, “You may start with my breasts, Slave.” I licked and sucked her nipples while Charles took a few photos.
She tapped my shoulder to signal that I could now go lower.
I kissed my way down her belly and into her slit.
My first taste of pussy was quite pleasant.
She was very wet and some of her nectar had been oozing down her thigh.
I licked her thoroughly as Charles took photos.
A quick glance showed that his bulge had not subsided.
My tongue found her clit and she gasped with pleasure.
I started to circle her little nub and she moaned her appreciation.
She tweaked her nipples as her moans became louder.
“Ohhhh, I’m cumming, sweetie.” I kept up my circling as she shuddered from the waves of pleasure.
When her breathing came back to normal, she said, “Very good job, Slave.
You’re a natural pussylicker.” I beamed at her praise and my smile felt funny from her drying pussy juices.
“Now, you may offer to suck Charles’ cock.” I moved on my knees to him and said, “May I suck your cock, Sir?” “Yes, Slave.” I unzipped and unbuttoned his pants and let them drop to the floor as he stood beside the bed.
I pulled down his boxers and he stepped out of them as he removed his shirt.
He sat on the edge of the bed and I took the head of his cock into my mouth.
I began to stroke the shaft as Janice took a couple of photos, but then she got up and went to her dresser, signalling that the main event would commence soon.
She returned with her strapon in place and crawled onto the bed.
“That’s enough, Slave.
We want him ready, but not too ready.
Come up on the bed.” This was the part that most worried me.
I climbed over her to be ready to slide down on her rubber dong.
But I did not know if I could make the next offer no matter how much I wanted to.
When I first heard that she let Charles and another man both into her, I knew that it had to be on my bucket list and I didn’t think I would ever find any two whom I could trust as much as them.
But what it involved was just such a personal thing and I did not think I could go through with it.
“Now beg Charles to fuck your ass.” What? Beg? I was supposed to offer my ass to him, not beg him to take it.
Janice had gone off-script and…
“Does the slave need more punishment?” My ass was still stinging from the spanking.
I didn’t think I could take another two swats, much less another ten.
The threat was real and imminent.
“No, Ma’am.
Please Sir, please fuck my ass.” Charles crawled onto the bed and positioned himself behind me.
I was about to lower myself onto the dildo when I felt his cock slide into my wet pussy.
It felt great, but he only took two long strokes before pulling it back out.
I slid down on the dildo as Charles pulled Bishop II from my ass and replaced him with the head of his cock.
I eased my weight down onto Janice as Charles slowly pushed into my ass.
When I felt his hips against my ass cheeks, he began to stroke full length into me.
Each stroke caused my clit to rub against the strapon harness and the combination of both cocks in me gave me an incredible feeling.
Janice had two free hands and each found one of my nipples.
I was the meat in a fuck sandwich and ohmigod did it feel good! I started to moan and then Charles started to match his strokes to me.
As I sped up, he sped up and soon he was slamming my ass so hard that Janice’s boobs were rocking beneath me.
I looked at her then, right in the eyes, and she looked into mine.
She smiled and nodded and I came.
I had her permission to come and I released the last of my reservations and accepted myself for who I was, the ugly swan who overcame her fears and accepted that love comes from within as much as from others.
Charles pumped his cum into me as wave after wave of bliss washed through me.
I kissed Janice then and thanked her for all the gifts she bestowed on me.
Epilogue I know I shocked Charles when he and Janice dropped me off at the airport terminal the next day.
When he snuck his hand under my dress for the goodbye grope, he found bare ass.
I was wearing my white lace thong panties, white holdup stockings, saddle shoes, pigtails, a girlish Alice-in-Wonderland dress, Bishop II and my collar.
I also had a change of clothes in my carryon bag for changing into when I got to the airport in New England, but only because I would be seeing Mom and Dad outside the terminal and didn’t want to give either of them a heart attack.
True to her word, Janice either deleted or gave me all the copies of the photos she had taken, including the ones from her cell phone.
At least I think she did.
It doesn’t really matter if she kept copies, because I trust her and I get turned on at the idea of them looking at my naughty bits.
All the photos fit on a single SD card, so I could hide it easily and now I have all these explicit shots for my online friends.
Several amazing things happened on my return flight.
I mentioned that I was wearing a dress.
Ordinarily I don’t wear dresses because nobody makes them for flat-chested women with a huge ass, but since we were shopping in the younger departments, Janice somehow found me a dress with a slightly loose top and an extra full skirt.
She convinced me that a bra padded out to make me a 32A was appropriate.
When I got to my seat to put my carryon bag in the overhead bin, I was facing the row I would be sitting in and a well dressed fiftyish man.
The man in the row behind me was mid-fortyish.
Since I’m only 5′ 1″, there was no way I was going to get that bag up there without giving a show.
The old me would have been wearing clothes that wouldn’t draw attention.
The old me would also have been too shy to ask for assistance.
The new me was not too shy to ask for assistance.
I just didn’t see the point.
There were no children around and I would either never see these guys again or we would become friends.
So I just hoisted that bag up into the open bin, standing on tiptoes to get it in.
The man behind me gasped.
The man in front of me did a double-take.
Later he struck up a conversation and I ended up with a dinner date the next time he came to town.
Yes, he’s married but it was a good meal and he has a nice friendly cock.
Later, a handsome male flight attendant spoke to me as I was standing in line to use a restroom.
He was thirty-something and had the slight build typical of male flight attendants and a nice bulge in his uniform slacks.
He complimented me on my ensemble and especially my collar.
‘C’mon,’ I thought.
‘It’s just a cheap dog collar’.
Clearly he was commenting on the fact that I was wearing a collar.
During the brief conversation, I looked at the choker he wore, because tight neck jewelry is unusual for men.
It was an interesting string of silver cubicle beads.
The word SLAVE was engraved, one letter each, in the five beads at the center of it.
You really had to look close to notice it.
I mentioned that I was new to the scene and would be without a Domme as soon as I landed.
That is when I had promised Janice that I would remove the collar.
A while later, a beautiful female flight attendant talked to me.
She was the male flight attandent’s Domme and they were both hoping they could meet with me sometime for dinner and drinks.
I agreed, with the clear intent of consulting Janice before proceeding.
Sis had agreed to continue being my mentor and I relied on her to keep me safe.
They turned out to be a very nice and tasty couple.
At the moment, I’m not collared.
I’m not beautiful or pretty or even cute, but the evidence I’ve compiled since those flights indicates I’m fuckable and likable.
I now have satisfying online and offline friendships.
I’ve got a steady guy and he rocks my world when he’s in town, which is about one night a month.
It’s enough.
I have a circle of cyber-lovers of both sexes and I’ve met some men and women in real life who liked me in and then out of my slutwear.
This is one ugly swan who lost her fear of flying.
Continue reading The Flight of the Ugly Swan — Chapter 7
Running into Coverage Ch.04
Running into Coverage Ch.
04 A heated night and the walk of shame Who doesn t know (or love) a walk of shame I do, I DO! Estragon, you know where we stand.
You are a godsend, and know football way more than I do.
The shame! As always, your thoughts, comments and feedback is always appreciated.
Enjoy M **** Sleep crusted at the corners of his eyes; they burned as he rubbed them.
Yawning, Marcus looked around and for a moment forgot where he was.
Glancing to the side where his alarm clock sat on the dresser, he was surprised to see a shoe instead.
Instead of a glass trophy placed behind it, there was a picture frame.
Reality came crashing at him as he realized that he was not at his own home, and this definitely was not his bedroom.
The last thing he could remember was .
From the other side of the bed, the sheets shifted.
Up until that point, Marcus had not realized he had been chilled since all of the fabric was covering the small sleeping form next to him.
Reaching for a corner of the blanket, he tugged.
Hadley twisted in her sleep to face Marcus; a smile crept over his face as he watched her sleep with the sheets tangled around her.
His hand itched to rest against her hip, but fully knew she would give him ten kinds of hell for even trying.
He still couldn t believe the turn of events with her earlier that evening.
When they had been in the bar, something passed between them apart from the drinks and they each gave up denying their sexual attraction.
Marcus had wanted Hadley from the beginning, he didn t know why, but when she played with his fingers without anyone noticing, he knew she was finally willing to go through with it.
And was he ever glad she was.
She had given everything she had and it was one of the better nights he had with a woman in a long time.
He couldn t remember feeling such raw energy that was as open and unabashed.
With a wriggle of her nose, Hadley stretched out a leg and bumped it into Marcus thigh.
He gave an oof of surprise causing her to wake from sleep lazily.
Wimp.
Her voice was heavy and deep from the rest.
Raising a brow that was hidden by the darkness, he answered in a quieted tone.
Bed-hog.
Clutching the sheet that she had stolen at some point during the late hours, she sat upright and looked around the bed.
Taking in Marcus, who had pulled the ratty comforter up to cover his legs, she laughed.
The sound brought warmth into his chilled body.
Untangling the sheet, she covered up Marcus so that he could warm up and stay comfortable.
Sorry about that, I don t share well with others.
Marcus sat up a little and leaned on his elbows facing Hadley.
You don t have to share, I can be a mattress.
You need a clock in this room.
He was greeted with a lethargic snort.
I have one, it s on my side.
It s She stretched her body over the side of the bed, Marcus would have loved raising the sheet to watch as she moved.
He felt like a pervert.
A pervert that needed to stay on his side of the bed and lift up his knees as heat started to travel down his body.
Regardless of what they had shared not long ago, a voice in the back of his head told him she was not the cuddling type.
She may have been every inch of a woman, but she was also a champion at that.
Four-thirty.
I didn t set my alarm, what time do you need? We don t have practice so I can sleep in.
Don t you have a shift? Hitting the buttons, she made sure the alarm wouldn t go off at the typical five and set it for herself.
It s not until nine.
Hadley turned to face him, a questioning smirk on her face.
Did you just check me out? No.
You re lying.
You just did! Moving quickly, he covered her mouth with a free hand.
Shhh! You re going to wake your roommate.
Hadley batted off his hands.
She s already awake, because she s crazy .
Don t dodge the question, Marcus Jennings.
If the goods are offered, I ll look.
Unfortunately for me, the sheet blocked my view.
The evil eye she had been known for with previous boyfriends and her family, faltered.
Somehow this smooth-talking, over-confident man had weaseled his way into her very guarded heart and that made her incredibly nervous.
Thank god.
I seriously doubt my ass meets your expectations after your lady friends of the world.
Forget it.
What do you mean forget it? Hadley turned to lie back in the sheets and faced Marcus.
There s no way in hell I m answering that, or even saying a word.
I m a guy, but I m not stupid.
If you want a compliment, I ll be the first to say one.
But comparing is not happening.
You don t have to compare anything; I m only speaking the truth.
Hadley lifted a brow that dared him to comment.
Clucking his tongue, Marcus blew out a breath of air and knew she was fishing for a response from him.
Why put yourself down so hard? Absentmindedly he reached around to grab her behind as she was facing him.
Your ass could probably beat a few people I know.
Hadley smacked his chest and laughed at the wounded look in his eyes.
You are such a creep! The bed shook as he laughed.
An enthusiast, maybe.
But not a creep.
I don t know if I should laugh or kick you out.
Laugh, sleep and then kick me out.
A yawn escaped her lips as exhaustion caught up with her.
Marcus pulled the sheets up to cover both of them, making sure to rake his fingers lightly up her thigh.
Oh, fine.
But stay over there on your side.
Somehow I don t think that s going to happen.
For a short while, they continued to bicker back and forth playfully until Marcus had enough and leaned in for another taste.
Hadley hummed softly against his lips and gave in to the powerful craving for him.
Rather than moving as they did before, their thrusts were slowed as they indulged on deep strokes and intoxicating kisses.
Completely worn out afterward, Marcus drifted off to sleep first.
Hadley rolled to her back and tried to regain her emotions before getting ahead of herself.
She chose to sleep with him, as he did with her.
Right now he was in her bed, tomorrow he may be in someone else s but for now she was okay with the way things were.
Or at least she told herself that.
As she curled her legs up for warmth, her knee lightly rested next to his hand.
He seemed to be a deep sleeper from his heavier breathing, but fidgeted his thumb against her skin, making her wonder what he was dreaming about.
The light tapping felt timed, as if he was nervously waiting for something.
The movements stilled for a minute while his finger lifted away from her skin.
Holding her breath, she prayed to god that she didn t wake him again.
Her luck kept on as he blew out a gust of air and brushed his thumb against her knee.
A slow smile spread across her face as she closed her eyes.
He was probably dreaming about football.
**** By six thirty his internal clock went off, jostling Marcus in the bed.
He nearly fell out of it trying to stay still or stay on, since Hadley had nearly taken up all the mattress.
Gathering up his scattered clothes from the ground, he dressed quickly while keeping his eyes on her.
The sheets were a tangled mess around her legs, her bright purple painted toenails peeking through one end.
Before he slipped out of the room, Marcus lifted the comforter and covered her.
The door squeaked as he shut it, and just as he was at the front room a small voice startled him.
Busted.
Caitlin, was curled up on the couch wrapped up in several flannel blankets.
Her coarse hair sticking up in every which direction.
Morning to you too.
Marcus ruffled his own hair, knowing he was about to leave without so much as a glance at his appearance.
I m glad that someone had a good night.
The air was awkward and he wanted nothing more than to get the hell out, instead of having a heart to heart.
It was okay.
You really can come out every once in a while, instead of being cooped up in here all of the time.
Marcus reached for the handle of the front door and opened it.
In a wistful tone, she spoke as if he talked of a fantasy.
Someday.
You might want to dampen your hair a bit; it looks like you barely survived a tornado.
Or Hadley.
Leaning down by the mirror in the entranceway he frowned at his appearance but figured he d rather get out of the apartment than fix his bed tousled hair.
Caitlin laughed as he shrugged his shoulders.
It ll do.
See you later.
Walking out of the apartment complex and over to his SUV, all memories came rushing back from the time at O State when he had spent the night at a girlfriend s house by accident.
He remembered sneaking out of her room and almost got all of the way out when one of the housemates handed him a sock he d tossed on a stair landing in getting to the girl s room.
Walking out of Hadley s apartment just then, that same walk-of-shame feeling crept up the minute he heard Caitlin s eerie voice.
It shouldn t have surprised him to see her on the couch, and he tried thinking the best of her.
Often times he would drop Hadley off and Caitlin would be by the window.
She seemed like a nice girl, but was highly reserved or just plain shy.
From talking with Hadley, he knew the girls got along but definitely kept to their own ways.
That was probably Hadley s doing, with having her own art studio and being as independent as she was.
She didn t know how to really let people in.
Last night he saw a whole new side of her and wanted to explore it.
Little by little, he was breaking through this tough little artist and sooner or later she would see why.
Feeling better about the morning, as he got to his SUV and frowned immediately.
Perfectly nestled beneath the wiper blades was an orange envelope with the insignia for the city of Chicago.
With great annoyance he grabbed the paper to check the damage.
Caught up in desire, he hadn t paid for the parking spot and sure enough was being fined nearly seventy dollars.
Tossing his jacket on the passenger seat, he sat down and turned over the ignition.
Not even a parking ticket could take away from his good mood.
Not for a second.
Instead, he took out his phone and started to text Hadley, completely disregarding the horn honking Accord waiting for the spot he was currently resting in.
Your roommate is weird.
The next walk of shame is from my house.
Waving his hands, knowing the idiot in the car behind couldn t see through the heavy tinted glass, he maneuvered the vehicle out and made his way back to his condo.
The team may have an off day, but there were slips in his follow through and he needed to get to work on tightening up his tactics.
The next game was against Dallas and he didn t intend on being a repeat offender, missing a pass that couldn t afford to be missed.
Last night he had lost nine yards which could have cost the game; luckily he pulled through and got back on track in the third.
Despite the team being second in the division, he was playing like a minor athlete.
His timing was off and the coaches knew it.
When Gabe shouted at him in the fourth to snap out of it and get back in the game, he couldn t figure what was causing him to fumble balls and give away completions.
Earlier in the week, he had gone over to Gabe and Samantha s for dinner.
Mainly he had been there so he could get more tips from Gabe outside of the practice fields.
The two had spent hours sitting on the couch arguing about his zone coverage and how he had not been on the same page as Joey Seton lately.
He remembered it all too well as Samantha piped up from her paperwork at the kitchen table.
Marcus, you do seem different out there.
What s up? Or maybe I shouldn t ask.
Nothing s going on.
There s a problem, I m working on it, end of story.
Gabe wouldn t let him get away with such casual candor.
That s a bullshit answer.
I ll tell you exactly what s going on.
You ve got your head in your ass and have been avoiding Seton.
We re four games in.
It s a new season, who cares what happened last year.
When you guys start communicating and listening to each other, everything will work and you ll stop playing like you need to be benched.
That s the end of the story.
What the fuck gives, man? We run through the plays beforehand.
Then get your feet in fucking order, and stop expecting the ball to come to you at the same spot on the field.
Each move is a lifeline, listen to the game.
There is too much testosterone in this room.
Marcus, I love you but Gabe has a point.
I give up.
Everyone has an opinion on this.
I m not everyone.
Besides, mine doesn t count.
Listen to what Gabe is saying it makes sense.
How can you play effectively if you re going into a game blindly? Right? Gabe looked up at Samantha as she gathered all of her papers to move into their bedroom for a little peace and quiet.
Or to get away from all of their obscenities as they argued.
Sweetheart, you don t have to leave.
She waved a hand at him, its fine.
You guys have a lot to figure out, and my students need reports graded correctly.
I doodled a football, so it must be a sign to get out of here for a bit.
Walking over to the men on the couch, she kissed Gabe, then left to finish her work.
Her words had struck a chord and stayed in every thought since that night.
For the practices he intended to have some of the guys change up the routines and throw high and low balls so he could work on his motions.
Before everything, he planned on sitting down with Joey to figure out the best way they could keep working together.
They had been a good team before, there was no reason they couldn t make a seamless one again.
Confidence raced through him and he found himself getting excited to get to the practice fields.
Hopeful to turn his game around, Marcus knew the actions that needed to be taken and it started with the quarterback.
There were three days until the game against Washington; that was more than enough time to pull it together.
**** The coffee shop had been chaotic for each of her shifts.
Luckily Hadley had managed to sneak away a few hours each night to the studio and keep up with some of her canvases.
One of her clients in New York had sent her an email with the descriptions of what they wanted, so she had been sketching with a charcoal pencil as a slow start.
Hours had gone by but one of the canvases had remained bare.
It wasn t until the banging of hammers from the construction site down the street broke through her concentration.
Her fingers moved effortlessly and guided the pencil as she etched in several abstract lines.
To the beat of the banging and clanking of metal, lines turned into the shapes, which formed the outline of what she would paint over.
The client had requested something urban, so it seemed fitting that Hadley s inspiration was motivated by the construction.
By Saturday evening, she was anxious to start painting to give it a bold and almost masculine appeal.
From what she could tell from the emails that had been going back and forth between them, the client wanted something to represent strength and success.
His words were short but very pointed, giving her bullet points of what he expected.
He was precise and openly disagreed with some of her suggestions.
Nothing scared her, and rather than feeling stressed or pressured, she reveled in the request.
Determination to succeed for the client consumed her and flooded the canvas.
Creative forces sped through her veins, urging her hands to move.
As she stood staring at the canvas resting on the easel, her head cocked to the side.
Distinctly, Hadley recalled the man instructing her on which colors she should use.
They went against everything that she had sketched.
He wanted black and silver, whereas now that she had created a portion of the piece, she knew otherwise.
With fingers tingling at her sides, she dipped one in a rich green and started to layer it on.
Skin roaming the canvas, the cool paint lightly coating over the etched lines.
Something deep inside her told her to start with the green.
She would cover it up with a coat of black, or maybe even a deep purple, but the piece needed to begin with the green.
Her eyes glazed and she soon became possessed by the power of her passion.
Flecks of aluminum were glued in the corners, small slivers of glass scattered throughout.
Heavy smears of paint pulling everything together.
Minutes turned into hours and night became morning.
A faint sound interrupted her hypnotic trance.
Grabbing a towel, she wiped her hands clean as best as she could and reached for the phone.
There were numerous calls and several missed messages.
Scrolling through it all, she stopped at a message from Marcus.
Since their night together, they had talked on the phone but had not had a chance to see each other.
Between practices and then flying out for a game that weekend, and her irregular schedule, a phone call was all they could work in.
His message brought a smile to her face; it was simple and stupid but made her body itch to be around him again.
Realizing that it was Sunday, she was dumbfounded that he had considered her on a game day.
A thought replayed in her head but she couldn t bring herself to phone Sam and see if they could watch the game together.
A nagging feeling irritated her that she even considered watching, but Hadley couldn t fight her feelings all of the time when it came to Marcus.
He had become someone she looked forward in talking to, and since their night together she definitely was anxious for him.
But even though she wanted to open herself up to the idea of him, there was so much more to everything than she cared to admit.
Ever since they had met, something caught fire within her and as she began each new painting she was fueled with inspiration.
On Wednesday, she was scheduled to present one of the latest pieces at a gallery and couldn t have been more excited.
It was her first real showing in Chicago and was unsure how her art would come across.
Hadley was confident in the work but had visited many galleries since moving, and nothing she d seen made a perfect match.
The appointment could go either way, so she was mentally preparing for that by keeping her expectations very low.
As the paint dried she figured a distraction was needed, and what could be better than Marcus on a television screen.
Flipping the switch of the smaller fan, Hadley set the speed and made up her mind to sit in a bar with the rest of the Chicagoans and become a fan.
**** The Cougars took down the Cowboys, and remained second in the division as they rode into the sixth week of the season.
Hard work paid off, and though he didn t outrun for a touchdown, Marcus did complete several passes and gained important yardage.
All of the guys were grateful for the win, but kept calm on the late night flight back to Chicago.
The plane had just landed and was waiting to pull into the gate in order for the team to get out.
Marcus sat shaking his ankle impatiently, waiting to get out so that he could call Hadley without having his conversation overheard.
While in the locker room after the game, he saw a text from her.
She had taken a picture of a beer and sent it to him with a message to follow that she was indeed watching the game.
A good confident feeling came over him as she warmed up to his job.
He sent a message back to her, to which she immediately responded.
They had gone back and forth up until the minute the team boarded the plane.
The last message he sent was more of a question.
Coming in late from the flight, practice would be delayed until mid-afternoon.
She had mentioned that she didn t have a shift but was getting her piece ready to present at the gallery.
They hadn t seen each other for a week and he was hungry for her.
The phone remained blank and he scrolled through the messages trying to backtrack to see where he went wrong.
As the front doors opened and the players started to exit, Marcus took a deep breath and put the phone in the breast pocket of his suit.
Shaking his head, he figured he crossed the line and got ahead of himself with her.
All of the players bags lay in a heap near the gate, as he reached for his own loneliness curled through him.
Sharing a room with Velesquez for the past two days, was definitely nothing but business.
Defeat washed over him as the SUV coasted along the Kennedy.
Just as he got within the city limits, the front of his phone lit up.
He d forgotten to turn the ringer back on after the flight and glanced down only to release his foot from the gas as Hadley s name appeared.
Marcus immediately grabbed the phone and answered.
Hello? Are you back in town yet? Yeah, I m almost home.
I figured you fell asleep or something.
He tried to keep his demeanor cool to see how she would react.
I couldn t sleep.
I was wondering if you might possibly be driving along Division on your way home.
The corner of his mouth kicked up, Division was nowhere near his condo.
Glancing up at the exit signs on the freeway, he figured he had a mile to go in order to get off on North and do a drive by Hadley s apartment.
I think I have something to drop off right around there, so I would be in the neighborhood.
What if you had something to pick up? Her statement threw him off and he repeated it to himself making sure he heard her right.
Slumber party? He was greeted with the familiar laugh that relaxed him to the core.
If you re lucky, I ll paint your nails.
This time it was he who snorted.
Whatever happened to showering together or sharing a hot bath? This isn t a porno, it s a sleepover! Well I sure as hell don t want you painting my nails.
He was brimming with mock annoyance.
Hadley couldn t hide the eruption of giggles as they escaped her mouth.
I don t want to paint your nails, Marcus.
The truck made its way up Division and turned off her side street.
Then what exactly do you want? Your bed.
It was close to two in the morning and she sounded more awake than she did at noon.
The corner of his mouth twitched, as if he could possibly deny her let alone deny himself getting drunk on her body.
No sooner did he pull up to her apartment complex than he found her standing on the street waiting for him to get her.
As she climbed up into the cab, Marcus was about to lean over and kiss her but came up short when she crawled over and kissed him hard.
He returned her kiss with fervent passion.
Holding her tightly, he groaned into her mouth.
Hadley was the first to pull away from their kiss.
Resting her forehead against his, she whispered to him.
This has been the longest week, ever.
Marcus squeezed her tightly until she squealed with a sort of giddy excitement.
I see you packed light.
She nodded at his reference to her bag.
Of course.
It doesn t take much to make fabulous happen.
All he could do was laugh and kiss her before she moved to sit in the passenger seat.
A telephone could only go so far with Hadley s personality, and being so close made him realize just how much he missed her.
The roads were completely cleared apart from the occasional police car patrolling the neighborhoods.
Shortly after getting her, they pulled into the underground lot and found themselves heading up to his condo.
Hadley clutched her bag as they rode the elevator in silence.
It wasn t as if she were nervous, because fear had nothing to do with the constant buzz her body had been feeling ever since the previous week they were together.
Even as they spoke on the phone, heat exploded within her and she ached to feel him inside her again.
She ached to be close with him; it was something that terrified her, and still reeled her in regardless of the consequences.
The ride up in the elevator, felt like an eternity.
Glancing up to see which floor they were passing, Marcus nearly groaned in protest as they were lifted above the third floor.
Next to him, Hadley felt the same frustrations and looked up into his face searchingly.
Wanting nothing more than claiming her, he moved her bag to the floor.
Marcus leaned down and pressed Hadley against the side of the elevator as they continued moving up.
He was impatient and didn t want to wait any longer, their mouths acting on their own mission to devour each other.
Hadley wrapped her arms around his shoulders; because of their height differences, he stretched up taking her with him.
The skirt restricted her from wrapping her legs around his waist so she settled for letting them dangle where she was able to feel his steely erection press against her middle.
A burning heat rippled through her, claiming every ounce of her judgment.
With skill and precision, his tongue glided across hers and was still aggressive, never giving her time to take control.
Thrusting a knee in between her thighs to hold her up, he felt her heat through his dress pants.
Moving a hand lower, he kneaded her bottom and started to lift the short skirt.
The elevator rocked as it came to a stop; Marcus issued a cruel curse and lowered Hadley so she could stand.
Collecting her bag, she followed him to the entrance of his condo.
The hallway was quiet in the early hours of the morning but she knew that inside his walls, they would be far from quiet and drip with sex.
Following her inside, Marcus took the bag and tossed it in a corner.
Hadley sunk her fingers into his arm and followed him as he walked backwards toward his room, stopping every other step to pull her forward and tease her with his tongue.
Moaning with every kiss, she laughed as he dodged a side table.
We don t have to worry about roommates here.
Releasing the grip on him, she floated into the spacious room, kicking off her ankle booties.
Definitely not.
Stripping off his dress shirt, his voice dropped to a husky tone as he saw Hadley unbuttoning her jean skirt.
I kind of had my heart set on a manicure.
Her fingers stilled on the button tab, as her entire body began to shake from laughter.
Risking a glance at him, she saw his brilliant blue eyes glimmering with mischief.
Sauntering over, Hadley accepted his hand as it was offered.
Marcus pressed each finger against his plush lips, bringing weakness to her knees.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Hadley stepped in between his splayed thighs and began exploring his mouth with open curiosity.
The skirt remained unbuttoned and as their tongues danced to a symphony of pleasure, the open fabric brushing the skin on the back of his hand, bringing some sense back to him.
With her hands running through his hair, he worked the zipper and lowered the fabric down her thin legs.
The room was filled with their heavy breathing and deep groans for each other.
Being free of her skirt, Hadley sagged against Marcus.
She felt high with an urgent need for him and felt no shame as his own body trembled.
Slowly she dipped her lips to his, when he leaned forward she leaned back, eyes fluttering close when she ran her tongue along his lower lip to nibble on the moist flesh.
The instant he felt her nibble, the pressure of his arousal broke through.
He wanted her, and needed to have her right then.
Leaning back into the bed, Marcus pulled Hadley on top of him.
She wriggled to the side as his hands groped her.
Both still not completely undressed, Marcus laughed at their own rush in getting on the bed.
Hadley dropped her hands and let them roam over the smooth skin of his chest.
The pads of her fingers ran over his firm nipples, only to drop her lips and rake her tongue across each of them following her map of sensual travels.
Marcus reached for any part of her that was closest until she scooted away.
Wondering why she stopped he looked up and could have died right there.
Somewhere in her exploration, Hadley had shed her shirt and was leaning above him on hands and knees.
His eyes fought the lust filled glaze as he took in her bright pink bra and grey boy shorts.
Without thinking, he raised a hand and brought it to the cotton of the briefs, a finger slipping beyond the elastic band.
Hadley dropped low and kissed the corner of his mouth.
She took immense pleasure in playing with his mouth while his hands seemed to roam her lower half.
As she delved for a taste, he would let her feast on his mouth.
When she came up for air, he would stroke her breathless with the light touch of his finger on her most sensitive spots.
Her body quivered with need and began to perspire from the excitement.
Letting her have enough fun, Marcus wanted to please her as much as she had pleased him.
He was about to explode from her titillating kisses.
His chest heaved and body shook from holding back, he managed to roll over her body and relished in her whimper of frustration.
Nipping the sensitive skin of her ear, he whispered devilishly to her, It s my turn to play.
And did he ever want to play.
Hadley moaned at his words and succumbed to the very skilled caresses of his hands.
Should I start here? Marcus licked along her collarbone while his thumb traced her jaw.
Or down here? Hadley arched into his hard body as he got to her breasts and dropped little love bites over the firm mounds.
For being as small as she was, it was often joked that she missed puberty and never grew into her own cup size.
Marcus indulged on her flesh and made her feel things about herself she had never before.
Before she would have hidden behind a bra during sex, now with him, she wanted him to feast on all she offered.
Unhooking her bra, he released the small mounds and brought his lips to them immediately.
Out of a raging impulse, Hadley reached down and ran her fingers through his thick hair as she started to lose control.
Her skin was dewy with need and he lost himself in the sweet taste of it all as his mouth closed over a tight bud.
Hadley squirmed beneath him as Marcus suckled hard, almost forgetting what he wanted to do most.
Releasing her breast, he moved further down the bed and lifted her legs up to his shoulders so that he could remove her panties.
If the timing was different, he would have laughed at the garment but desire had gripped him and he said to hell with fun and games.
The underwear made a swoosh as he flung it across the room without caring where it landed.
Hadley s eyes were as dark as the late night skies, and as he looked down at her a crooked smile crept up at the corner of her swollen lips.
Her legs fell to the bed but he was as quick as on the field and moved in between them, kissing her inner thighs.
His tongue ran a short path up to her velvety core and when he dropped his mouth to claim her, she cried out in ecstasy.
Short frenzied pants escaped her lips as Marcus tortured her in the sweetest way.
Her legs shook while her belly contracted.
It was all too much for her with his deliciously brutal assault.
Through his devils play she babbled nonsense and gripped his hair, the forceful pull taking his breath away.
Don t stop! Oh please, don t stop.
As her voice trailed and the constant flutter of her muscles, he knew she was close.
With his tongue feasting on her rich nectar, a finger delicately stroked her swollen folds.
Hadley s hips buckled and she cried out as an orgasm consumed her.
Without giving her time to calm down, Marcus settled his weight between her thighs and slid into her welcoming body with a smooth thrust.
They both groaned together at the sensation.
Wrapping her legs around him, it encouraged him to angle deep.
Together they created a tempo that went back and forth between each of their needs.
He ached to drive deep so he gripped her bottom to find a perfect spot and she grappled his back with her nails practically drawing blood with each of her aftershocks.
With her last set, her muscles were tugging him back in as he pulled out of her.
The air was thick from his grunts and her wails.
With a guttural moan, he looked down into her eyes that had fluttered shut.
Missing their closeness Hadley opened them to see a confused look on his face, without thinking she blinked and reached for his cheek.
Marcus turned his face into her palm and surrendered himself in the sea of her body and the welcoming of her eyes.
Thrusting erratically, time stopped as they shattered together.
Crying out as one, Marcus gripped her hip and spilled himself inside of her.
They remained still for several long moments before he had enough presence of mind to shift his weight off of her.
Sweat clung to their skin, the moment of silence was broken by Hadley s gentle laugh.
Marcus looked over at her through half-slumberous eyes.
What s so funny? Words escaped her because she was laughing too hard.
Following her gaze, Marcus looked over to the nightstand and began to fall into laughter with her.
Dangling off of the Offensive Rookie of the Year award were the grey panties.
****
Enemies On The Mat, Lovers Off
Enemies On The Mat, Lovers Off When two people are such fierce competition on the mat, something somewhere else must pull them together.
When you watch the Olympics, there is always a sport which not many people have heard of – Judo.
I, being the strange and random person that I am, have grown up doing this sport.
Now, I m not on the lighter side of life, so there weren t all that many people to fight me, but I would be useful when it came to the Olympics to fight in the heavier categories.
In competitions in the UK, before training with the Squad, I would always end up fighting Lucy, a brunette who was a little lighter and shorter than me but was older and moved like you wouldn t believe.
Being at the level we were at, we fought regularly and she always won.
My fight was slowly getting worse and I was losing confidence in myself.
Then I got a letter asking me to train with the British Squad.
My life was MADE.
My confidence was coming back up and my technique, speed and agility were getting better.
I was getting a little thinner and taller too.
The next time Lucy and I fought, the match came to a draw.
Step one in the right direction.
Afterwards, when we were getting changed and showered I noticed that Lucy looked good.
Her breasts weren t small; she was curvy, but nice curvy.
In the next competition, I was determined that I would make things change.
I would win three things: the contest, the competition, and Lucy.
The two week gap flew by and next thing I knew I was up at the crack of dawn to get to the competition.
On the mat, Lucy and I stood at our separate sides, bowed, walked onto the mat, bowed, walked to the centre and bowed.
Then the few seconds, arms raised defensively before the referee shouted Hajime (go), staring into each other s eyes, psyching each other out, seeing if we could tell who would go for what move first.
Hajime! We both move a few steps forward on the balls of our feet, bouncing a little as we move round.
The first fight is for the dominant grip.
I m right handed but for some reason I prefer to compete left handed.
I know, I m a little mad.
I get the grip I want, Lucy having to swap to a left grip too, her less favoured side.
The second contest: to use this how I want to.
I move in for an attack on her leg.
My leg catches her and she stumbles, pulling my grip lower down her lapel.
I struggle to get it back up without relinquishing my grip and losing dominance, moving my right hand off her sleeve so I can push my left one up.
She pulls me down to groundwork and we grapple there.
When I have someone held down in groundwork, they don t break past my arms.
She seems to want to pull me into this and I can t figure out why.
In the pulling, my right hand has gone under her jacket and has found her breast of all things.
Pulling at her t-shirt, I manage to rub my thumb over her nipple.
She shudders and I move my hand.
I get her into the hold-down that I want and she is immobile.
I can look into her eyes, and so I do.
Gazing down at her gently, I see the look of surrender in her eyes.
I hold her there for fifteen seconds and the fight is over.
We stand up.
We bow to the judges, each other and the audience.
We leave the mat.
My only contest today was with Lucy, and so I win the competition.
Somehow, I think I know that I have already won everything I planned to today.
We go to shower and get changed into our tracksuits, ready to collect our medals afterwards.
I walk a little quicker to the showers than Lucy does, needing to be in there to soothe a slight injury.
Due to there being a significant number more contestants in the other categories, they are all still out there and competing, so Lucy and I have the changing rooms to ourselves.
I strip off my heavy and sweaty kit and grab my shower stuff.
The one thing I hadn t realised was that Lucy hadn t come in.
I got into the shower and started to hum to myself as the water was turned on.
Letting it run down my body, I felt the heat work on my shoulder as I gently massaged it.
I moved my hand away and started to clean myself, frothing up the soap.
Then a moment of panic as another hand lightly brushed over my shoulder, gently massaging it.
Too soft and smooth to be a man s hand.
I jumped a little and turned round, my face stunned, but then I felt it change to shock as a pair of lips met mine and a hand stroked my face, pulling me closer.
A second hand at the small of my back pulled me in and then moved down a little and squeezed gently.
I accepted their kiss willingly, my eyes closing; I didn t care.
When they released me, I let my eyes slide slowly open and stood back, taking in before me a rather damp looking Lucy in a t-shirt and her underwear.
It was clinging to her.
I swear, she looked so much sexier this time than the last time we were together in the showers.
A new light came upon her now.
She smiled at me, Are you, well, you know do you like me? I stood and grinned at her, What gave me away? I enquired, looking at her with a look of light puzzlement.
Maybe something to do with your swipe of my nipple I d quite like you to do it again.
Th-that is of course, if you want to.
Of course I want to you crazy fool.
I like you.
A lot.
Then I moved forward and kissed the damp person who was residing in the vicinity.
I pulled her closer by her t-shirt and placed my hand on her breasts.
I felt her wrap round me.
She accepted my tongue into her mouth and they danced there for a little while.
I rubbed her breast and put my other hand into a position where I could remove her underwear.
I pulled them down in what would have been one swift movement had they been dry.
She pulled up her t-shirt and revealed to me once again her beautiful breasts, not that I had ever really noticed how truly stunning they were until now.
I got up and brought my jaw with me, kissed her lips, her face, her neck, her ears, her shoulders, her collarbones, her breasts, down her stomach and down her thighs.
I could almost taste her juices.
No, wait, I could taste them; she was so wet.
I nibbled on her clit and licked her slit.
Pushing my tongue in, I could feel her tightness, taste her, smell her with how close I was.
All this came as a frenzy.
I had never felt like this before.
I knew I liked her as a friend because sometimes we had to train together too, but now, I think I fell in love with her.
I know this was the part about lust but I didn t care.
I loved her because of how much I lusted for her, if that made any sense at all.
Seconds after she came, we heard the door crack open a little, indicating the first of the losers from the competition going on above had come back to follow an almost identical pattern to the one we had.
This couldn t get out.
We leapt away from each other and Lucy turned on another shower, already wet it wouldn t look suspicious to anyone.
Although the smell of sex was clearly in the air, we didn t care.
It should go with the steam.
We dried and dressed and left the changing rooms.
Glancing across at each other, winking, all the way back to the hall for the medal presentation.
When we were called up to receive our medals, we went up and hugged and held hands for the first time.
I won t lie, my mother and father did send me a strange look but then again, this was the first time I had beaten Lucy.
Little did they know how well and truly I had her beaten.
This could carry on for as long as I wanted to win catch a nipple and she was mine.