Part 4... Her Name

For those who are new, this post is a 4th part in a series called Her Name you can scroll down or check through the archives to locate the previous segments if you wish to read them first to get a better feel for the character of the brief plot.

For those returning, thanks for stopping by, I hope you enjoy your sensual break in my little corner of the web.

I hope you enjoy this installment of Her Name.

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After my own heat was nearly unbearable He sat back leaving nothing between us but tension and a dark expression. After a deep  and well controlled breath his attention was back toward Lacy as they picked up conversation about an event that was coming up in the near future that both seemed to have made plans to attend. 

Roger's face had the same dark expression that He had just washed away. Looking down at Doll you could see a beautiful charge build between the two of them. Doll's body was as still as it had been the entire night as their eyes were completely locked in a silent conversation. A single expression crossed Rogers dark and concentrating eyes and with that it would have seemed that his spell was absolutely broken except for Dolls immediate response. Within moments Doll was once again her happy playful self cooing under Rogers protective gaze, but now she was doing so setting herself to work releasing him from his pants. 

Looking away feeling the need to give them their own privacy I realized I was being introduced into an entirely different level of comfort and social trust for Him. Although the heat has not at all left my body now I have a bit more processing to do and it is admittingly a challenge given the state He put me in. 

Lacy and Hund were little different in their display. Lacy held Hund's leash quite tight in one hand as she prodded him with her heels and got in a lash here and there with the strap he carefully placed for her. Interestingly the expression on his face was much more at ease now then it was when I tried to introduce myself to him. The level of trust in the room escalates more and more as I see it and while the scenery itself is still rather new to me in some ways, the beauty is not lost. 

Hund is kept on his knees for the entire gathering. Though he is allowed to kiss Lacy's feet for sometime he remains on his knees. 

Doll is loved and petted and remains on Rogers leg until long sometime after she has pleased Roger. Doll's work was much less silent than Hund, though it would seem purposely so for Roger's pleasure as he seemed to build upon her audio serenade. 

He engages in conversation between both back and forth for awhile longer all the while kneading my skin and rubbing this thumb hard into different muscles in my thigh and back. The sensation gives a pleasant mixture of release and also a slight burn. I sit still and silent soaking in every touch and barely audible guttural rumble that vibrates in his throat. Each sensation building the most delicious tension between us.

Until in turn both couples take leave and thank Him for the invitation. Hund quickly changes and packs up, but this time Lacy waits for him. After walking both couples to the door He sits next to me again and searches my face. 

"That was an experiment wasn't it". His voice is deep and rumbles tickling the same places that are already throbbing from his assault. 

"I gather that was a warm up and trial run?" my words come more coolly than the fire that is raging within.

A small chuckle escapes His throat, "you don't miss much".

"I never really did like exams." I feign dissatisfaction.

"That is a shame, I suspect you're really going to dislike this next section then."

Within a moment I was pinned to the couch with His very warm body holding me securely. Part of me knew that even if I wanted to struggle it would be a wasted effort. However, I was mush in His hands, I didn't want to struggle.  

The next move still truly baffles, but in a stunning display He rolled us off the couch and in the time that it took to completely roll and land He had most of my dress displaced, a new position, and my body pinned once again, but now to the floor. 

"I believe you and I have some unfinished business to discuss." 

"Hmmm, does that mean I get out of the exam?"

"Hardly."

"Interesting." I huff. The weight of His body pressing me into the unrelenting floor is a sensation beyond glorious. It is a challenge to have much for emotional expression when the charge is so very strong.

A surge washed us both in a beautiful dance of pushing and pulling. Not a single word crossed our lips, no giggle, nothing but those sounds that are made to communicate that only the physical body need hear and understand. Those sparks that He massaged into my muscles were enough to feed into our first raging fire, a fire that raged until the early morning hours.

Spent and finally cooling He broke our silence, "come sweet Sapphire we need sleep". 

Tucking us into a soft cocoon and cradled in His arms I felt His breathing ease. "Good night Tim." 

He sighed lazily, "Good night sweet Becky." 

- Shy Willow

Rum... pt 3

Yes that's right, a third installment of "Rum" by request. Shall we see how James and Rum fair now that Rum is aware of James possessiveness? Will she submit to her own desire, has she found her glitter in the mud, is James just taking advantage of a pretty face?


"I didn't see that coming, that's for sure." Rum's pleasure was apparent on her face. 

"I want to hear you say it," James still holding her hair spoke with calm confidence. Rum's face spoke her confusion, "I want to hear you say that you understand that you are mine" Jame's tone not wavering.

"I'm yours, Sir."

"Hmmm. I need more than that" James' expression lit fire to Rum's delicate black silk panties.

"I'm yours Sir, until you no longer wish to have me" her tone was certainly different than she used in the bar.

"I don't share, I am jealous, I am possessive, you're not allowed to be touched, do you understand that?" Jame's question was much less asking and much more demanding and Rum loved every bit of it.

"I understand, no one else's." With that James spun her around and pressed her against a nearby wall. Spreading her legs with a knee and pinning her wrists to the wall at the same time, Rum could feel James' want press into her ass. Sliding her hands up the wall and over her head James whispered in her ear, "Good now I'm claiming whats mine."

.... 

Massaging and kneading my cheek he spoke in my ear, "You're mine Rum." I'd just gotten used to the rhythm of his hand when he suddenly slapped my ass, hard. The shock woke something up inside of me I had not felt in quite a long time. Desire started to pool in my core and I bit my bottom lip in utter need trying to focus through the sting, and at the same time relax and let go. A second, third, fourth, then fifth sting landed all lighting up my body sending me into an orbit that is hard to control.  

While I was still working my way through his touch he stripped my body of my clothing, everything but my black heels. Spinning me around he used his thumb to slide my lip from my teeth. "Knees Rum". I slid to my knees and look up at a beautiful specimen of a man towering over me and felt another gush in my hot folds. I grinned and stuck my tongue out waiting....

Gagging on his huge cock only made matters worse. His growl of pleasure turned on my fire. Before I knew it he had me on the floor my body pinned and my legs spread by his thick, strong body. How he knew exactly what all of my weakness are is truly beyond me. 

"Mmmm I knew you'd like that" James words came out as pure sex as his fingers discovered my very wet slit. "I knew you were naughty."  I moan to his expert touch unable to develop any other response. "Your mouth is so good Rum, but I am claiming all of you tonight" James continued to bring me to the edge of the cliff. As quietly as I could I writhed with his touch, holding back, then finally jumping off when he said, "cum for me Rum, now." Before my skydive had ended James had rammed hard into my girl. Pounding me relentlessly I was ready seconds after I landed. 

"James" his name came from my lips. "That's right Rum, who do you belong to?" His confidence was a secret weapon that I had no defense for.

"James, I belong to ...." Pressing me down hard and pounding into me with machine like consistency and force I couldn't get my mind to work for me. 

"Good girl, let me have it Rum, don't hold back what belongs to me." His words again undid me and I shattered under him. This continued over and over and over as he tormented the perfect spot inside of me, until I lost count. James was finally starting to build enough that he was moaning and whispering into my ear. 

Suddenly he had me up, to my feet, then bent over the arm of the couch. Sliding his glorious cock all the way up and all the way down my sensitive skin I wondered how much longer I could hold up. 

A jolt rushed through me his hand landed on my other cheek. Once, twice, then on the third slap he entered my body again. After sending out a squeal James' honey like words enveloped me "Who's hole is this third one I'm enjoying Rum?" His hand was again expertly working my clit as he rammed deeply into ass.

"James" I cried, "Oh James, it's yours." Again his body picked a rhythm that was pure perfection. This time when I fell to pieces he joined me.

I crumbled into his arms when he lifted me up to his chest moments later. Cradled in his arms I had no energy to argue, be snarky, or even express my admiration. I couldn't even ask if he was pleased. 

Another few moments later I was woken as he was pulling us together under the sheets in his bed. Kissing my neck James soothed, "sleep sweetheart". I mumbled for a syllable or two until the brain finally made semi quality connection with my mouth, "I didn't get to make sure you were satisfied, Sir."

James laughed heartily, "I am beyond satisfied. My body and my mind are elated, you're finally in my arms, and you didn't run away from my kinky lovin" he chuckled again.

"Never." 

"Never what?" he hummed. "I'd never run away, you're my glitter" my mouth was failing me as the words oozed out thick with exhaustion.

"You'll have to explain that one to me tomorrow, sleep baby, that's an demand, you need to rest." Playing with my hair was the final nail in my decent to sleep.

"Good night James."

"Good night Rum." 

-Shy Willow

Rum... part 2

As per a request from a reader, I am following up the writing prompt from 5/18/15 with a second chapter. James and Miss Rum get to grace our senses with another appearance. 

I hope you enjoy this addition to the story, feel free to request your very own story, or one for a friend. Writing prompts can be a word, a couple of words, or even a sentence or more. 

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Rum watched James work. Sitting in silence she still wondered what exactly it was that had just happened. She knew what it was, she felt it, but was she fooling herself, was James just sparing the 30th customer this year from her uninterested smart remarks?

Most of her acquaintances actually knew her as Lady she hated her mother for that name. "Who names a baby Lady?" 

Lady was a hard working and focused woman. Raised by a single mother, Lady had always worked hard. Freshly out of college Lady landed a position at an advertising firm and had to deal with witty, snotty, and flirty people all day. Not exactly the dream job, but it was helping her to pay off some debt and get a resume built before she hoped to begin the next leg of her education. 

The bar was her place to unwind. She didn't have to worry about the work that was waiting for her in her apartment, as she sat at the dark, smooth bar. She chose to leave the job in her cubical the moment she walked onto the sidewalk. So, for those few minutes every so often, she had no responsibilities. She certainly didn't wish to mess that up with a complicated relationship. Besides, finding someone she was compatible with was like finding a piece of glitter in a dump truck of mud.  

Jame's had slid a glass of water towards her while her mind ran wild in the numbness the alcohol caused. Having finished it, he filled her glass again. 

"No need to cock your eyebrow at me, you seem thirsty tonight." James gave way no emotion as he slid her glass back to her. Rum had no problem at all admiring him as he worked behind the bar. His confidence was absolutely stunning. 

A few minutes later he erupted from a set of swinging doors to the left of the bar, with a modest black leather jacket hugging his strong shoulders. The color set off his features causing Rum to press her thighs tightly together as he strode over to her. 

Coming around the bar he grabbed her hand, "Come on love, lets blow this pop-sickle stand." 

"Have I lost my senses? Am I really walking out of the bar with a bartender?" He'd probably done this countless times, but not her. But, it was James, and his hand felt so strong and amazing around hers. Why was she drawn to him?

After waving down a cab, and enduring a silent ride to his apartment, James paid and tipped the driver and the pair were headed up the elevator.  Once inside James took her jacket and his and hung them. Motioning Rum inside and towards the couch, he left and returned again with two bottles of spring water. 

"You know very well I have little trouble handling what I drink James." She nearly pouted. 

"Drink." His expression gave nothing away, but their eyes once again locked and passion was building between them at an alarming rate. Neither were able to look away, until finally he repeated "drink Lady." Having read her credit card quite a few times it came as no surprise that he knew her name. 

....
Finally complying and sipping a bit of the ice cold water James started. "I know you enjoy going to the bar to get away from people" I looked into his eyes wondering where this was going. 

"I also know that you like to let go for awhile while you are there". I watched his luscious lips move deliciously forming them into shapes that made my body flush with desire. James continued, "I'm not generally the type to refrain when there is something that I want. I work for it." 

Rum chuckled, "I never took you as the criminal type." 

James was less than amused. He drank the rest of his water silently, stood pulled her to her feet and held her tightly. "You can be lippy in the bar all you want but not with me, do you understand?" 

I felt red burn across my face with both confusion and desire, this was a side of James I've never felt before. He seems to speak my language. I nodded in agreement and took note of the wetness building in my core. 

James slapped my ass hard, "do you understand?" He repeated calmly but with a tone that was beyond sexy.

"Yes, James, I understand, I wont be sarcastic with you." My body responded instantly, betraying my own mind. 

"I know you Lady." He reached down his lips to mine and sent my body into a tailspin of heat and tension. 

"How long have you been refraining from what you want?"  James lips formed a smile that would charm anyone, "since the moment your fine body waltzed into my bar." 

"Why tonight James?"

"Because I couldn't stand the thought of another man touching you. I don't share, you've been mine for a long time Lady, it's about time you knew it." Pulling my head back with a fist full of hair James kissed me deeply, reaching the very extent of my most secret places, then pulling away again. "Now you know. What do you have to say about it?"

I took in a deep breath hoping to clear away the haziness from Jame's kiss. The haze was the intense rush of desire gushing through every vein in my body....

(to be continued)

- Shy Willow

Writing Prompt 5/8/2015

Hello there. I am just finished with some work and thought it would be fun to unwind a bit with another prompt writing...

Today's random prompt- rum

Sitting at the bar I run my finger around the brim of my glass. Taking in the usual scene I note a few regulars playing pool in the back corner. I like the bar stools here they swivel smoothly giving to my slight fidgets. The dimmer lighting gives of a more soothing atmosphere than the bright and loud hot spot uptown. 

The regulars know I am not interested in their comments. They know hitting on me is like talking to a brick wall. I am always polite until they cross that line. James the tender tonight knows me well enough to tell when to intervene and tell someone to move along. He doesn't ask questions, I like that. 

"What are you drinking sweetheart?" a large fella asks as he slides clumsily into the seat next to me. I cock my eyebrow at him and mock, "sweetheart, I'm not looking for company". He scoffs and waves James down motioning to fill up my glass.  James smiles politely, "why don't you move on down here and I'll pour you one on the house, I don't think she's quite ready for another yet." The ogre grumbled as he moved down the bar taking James up on the offer. 

Ogre throws back his shot and makes way to the other ladies in the bar. I giggle, "yeah they are more your type" as they coo at his attentions. James confidently makes his way back over and cocks his lips into knowing smirk. "Fill er'up James." James obliges and nods, "be back soon". He is a very handsome man. Tall, strong, dark hair and features but a sweet smile that nearly comes off innocent. A college student he works by night and studies by day, I admire him. He always knows what sort of mood I am in, either quiet, very quiet, or irate quiet. We get in a few sentences in my quiet nights. 

Taking a large swallow of my drink I relax and enjoy the burn as it heats from the back of my throat all the way down. Sighing out the last of the heat I continue to run my fingers around the glass, as a blonde man sits next to me, one stool over. His features are sharp and he is dressed in a grey suit with a smart maroon tie. He nods at me as James asks "what can I get for you?" 

"Whatever she's having" the suit says, without skipping a beat. James shoots me a look which I cannot quite make out, jealousy? No, but it wasn't the usual, "no worries I got this look" either. 

"A double?" James words ooze from his firm lips. 

"Please." The suit threw back his glass and drained it, swinging his glaze back at me when he was finished. "Strong stuff there, bad day at the office?" his words flowed from his lips like he's said them thousands of times before.

"No this is my version of a beer after work." I smirk in response giving nothing away. 

"What is this tequilla?" A flush was coming to the suit's face already. I knew it was a matter of minutes before he decided to scoot to the stool next to me. "So you come here often?" He tried to look sincere. Ugh another well rehearsed line. I huff and roll my eyes looking to find James. Busy with the barroom cheerleaders and the Ogre he didn't notice my plea for help. 

Looking forward I began to swirl the remainder of my drink right before gulping it down, savoring the familiar burn. "Damn girl that's hot" the suit winked as he began to move towards the closer stool. Setting my glass down I sigh out the rest of my burn mixed with frustration. 

Just as suit-boy leaned in to say something, James was standing before us. The mass of his body was intimidating enough to give pause to the suit. "Another?" James asked the suit. "Ah, no, I'm good for now" he stammered. James gave me my smirk silently asking if I was ready for another. I tipped my head and he filled me up. James lingered, I was waiting for his move on the suit, but instead his eyes met mine and didn't move. The look was almost too much. I felt a familiar burn, this one did not take liquor, this one was want. Was that what I saw in his look? in his eyes now? 

"Love, I'm off work early tonight, do we have plans?" The words came from his mouth and I swear if felt better than anything I'd ever felt. "Yup" was all I could muster. A silent tingle raging through my body.  Our eyes not breaking apart, even when suit interrupted, "well, I have work early in the morning, was nice to meet you" he tipped his head at me. "By the way, what is that you are drinking?" James eyes piercing into mine, a look that makes my body respond with fury, a look that says he isn't playing a game. Without breaking our tension James says "rum". 

"Well, Rum, it was a pleasure meeting you." I look towards the suit and smile taking the moment to try to collect myself again. He put cash down on the bar and made a b-line for the door. I look back to James wondering if it was just a distraction, but find that I am the one distracted. 

As our eyes meet he leans close to me, "So, Rum, I'm off in twenty minutes." I gave him the smirk he usually gives me as his lips met mine briefly. I nod my usual nod after our lips separate. 

Finishing up and briefing his replacement, Carrie, on what's left I let the rest of my rum slide down warming me up, but the burn has nothing on the fire James put to my lips. 

-Shy Willow

Writing Prompt 5/6/15

Good Evening and welcome to yet another prompt writing. I hope you enjoy today's brief post.

Prompt - Shy


"Hello" she whispered as her eyes study the fingers she was twisting coyly. I studied her beautiful face. Her dark eyes were set in an almond shape. She wore very little make-up which instantly turned me on. There is something about a woman bearing all that I find irresistible. Her pink lips were full, moist, and so smooth I fought the urge to kiss her. I don't kiss them, why do I want to kiss her? Her long, slightly wavy hair cascaded down around her shoulders in a pleasing length. 

Surveying her body I took note of her healthy shape. She was neither very curvy nor so thin that I need worry she may be delicate. 

"Look at me" my voice demanding but soft in tone. This one is different, she is soft and less experienced than others I have met. Her eyes looked up responding immediately to my desire. Again she has my body urging me to touch her and we've only been in the same  room a few moments. 

Obediently she stands still waiting for me to direct her. I am torn is she really this shy? Is she just that submissive? Stepping closer to her face, invading her space I wait to see how she reacts. No flinch comes to her body as she watches my eyes dutifully. Still wondering about this beautiful piece of art in front of me, I realize that she has matched her breathing to mine. 

How can she be that in tune with me already? I reach for her face and caress her check before slipping my hand to the back of her neck. I never give them a name right away, I always wait, its a rule. I never touch them right away, I always wait. I never struggle to control my urges, I often have to work harder to want. She is different, "Hello, Shy" the words came easily from my lips just before touching hers. Our lips felt like they were made for each other.

After pulling slightly away from her I was again shocked by the confident but sweet reaction, she didn't grin, she didn't moan like most others. Shy didn't even move, she simply said, "good evening, Sir". 

- Shy Willow

Writing Prompt 12/15/2014

Nothing like a writing prompt to get the juices flowing. I hope you enjoy the prompts, book notes, and my fickle scribbles. You are more than welcome to request a special writing prompt just for you. Simply email or comment me the words, phrase or list you wish to read about and I will get a writing out for you.

Today's Prompt- Fire

He told me to wear something comfortable, I am not quite sure I am used to wearing clothing at other people's request. I guess in a way that is what I have always done, wearing clothes that I thought were flattering. I've just never taken requests before, much less been told what to wear, what color, or been given a dress code outside of school or work. 

He doesn't like it when I am late, and says that being on time is nothing more than a subtle courtesy, rather I am to be at least 5 minutes early, preferably 10. Our relationship is new, fresh, and growing like a spark in a bed of dried leaves. We've had gust of winds that sped the pace of the burning. At the same time I am still new to how he thinks, works, and demands. 

Sitting on the floor in front of the enclosed gas fireplace, like he asked, I watch the flames dance around carefree. It is hardly a chore to sit and watch them, I suppose I've always been a bit of a pyro. The warmth is comforting and the flame mesmerizing. Having zoned out a bit I was unaware he'd entered the room until I heard him clear his throat. He startled me back to earth and I jumped reaching for my heart at the scare. 

We strode over and sat next to me on the floor. There is nothing so hot as the shadows dancing off of his body. I smile sweetly at him waiting to hear what he's to have me do next. 

"I see you enjoy the fire." He said without turning his head towards me. I speak softly as if the fire itself was some sort of sacred thing, "I do, I find it comforting."

"Well tonight's theme is fire, but I am not sure how comforting I plan on being." His words instantly causing tension to build within my center. Before I had much time to savor the needing ache within me he leaned towards me, demanding my lips' attention.  

Wrapped together holding each other close, we relish the heat on our exposed skin. After our breath finally settle, he said softly, "so you do really enjoy fire." I smile, grinning like a giddy schoolgirl, "oh yes, very much so" my giggles are met with his deep chuckle. 

- Shy Willow

Prompt Writing 10/29/14

"Seeing him again made me certain....

that my choice in leaving was the right one. The way he ushered his new girl around like a new play thing not even taking the time to look at her face or care about her reactions sunk deep into the center of my stomach. I could see the expressions she made, I could explain exactly what they meant, they were the same I had when he did that to me. The feeling of panic, uncertainty and confusion. Standing next to a man who should have brought me comfort and reassurance but instead he was throwing me to the wolves. I must admit she is a very pretty woman and even with the look of chaos on her face shines radiantly in the crowd. I had no feeling of jealousy towards her but did admire her youthful face and long slender hands. I have no idea why I noticed her hands, I suppose the fact that she was trying not to wring them and fidget was what drew my attention. 

I knew coming here was risking seeing him again. I was afraid that I would not be able to set aside the few positive feelings that still clung to him relentlessly. I suppose in the end this experience shows that it was not just me, that indeed this is his issue, his character flaw and his own uncaring selfish way. 

The least I can do is comfort the poor girl, the one thing I had wished someone would have done for me. I know his rules so there is little risk for her if I do so. Walking up to her I feel his burning glance grabbing hold of those few fibers that are holding out, but I let them burn and did not return the sentiment. I walked up to the beautiful woman and made eye contact with her, instantly she relaxed. Something so easy so simple, but so very important. 

"Hello. I'm Sasha would you care to get a drink with me?" She turned her face to him looking for some sort of reaction, confirmation, something.... it was not given.

"Please, I'd like that very much." 

By the end of our visiting we enjoyed a few drinks, talked about a great deal of everything just as great girlfriends would do, and I managed to bring her out of her shell and ease the frustration that had previously radiated from her every pore. The end was signaled as he approached.

"Sasha" he nodded. 

"Sir" I passively replied.

"Are you ready to go my pet?" he spoke to my unnamed friend. 

"Yes Sir" she replied. 

"I see you both got along well. Teri you may exchange information with Sasha if you wish, I believe she is a good acquaintance for you to keep. I'll expect you by the entrance in 5 minutes. Good evening Sasha." Teri blushed red very apparently new to the demands put on her.   

"Teri, it was a pleasure to meet you. I've enjoyed our time a great deal, I'll pass you my number and if ever you should like to visit or have questions please feel free to call or text." I said with a calm yet surprisingly confident note.

"Sasha, thank you for taking the time to talk to me. I know we did not discuss anything very deep in nature, but I can see that you have a better understanding than I do. I would like very much to be able to keep in touch with you" she nearly whispered, her voice so changed by his having addressed her. 

We exchanged numbers and I watched her quickly scoot to the door all to stand their and wait for him to finish saying his adieus. I noticed that she stood a bit taller and was more at ease with herself and the space. Had I have had a warm voice to decompress with, would the results have been different?  No, certainly not. My heart wished her the best of luck as he guided her out the door in his usual fashion.

 

- Shy Willow

Prompt Writing 10/22/14

Today's post comes from a prompt which includes a place, temperature and color. I was given hotel, hot and red. I hope you enjoy today's free writing adventure. Feel free to give me my next prompt in the comments below. 

Escaping to her hotel room Gina finally relaxed in the cool comfort. The heat from the day was tiring and at times overwhelming. Sliding the extra lock closed against the cool door, she headed towards the interior of the dark room leaving behind a trail of discarded belongings and clothing. These business trips always wore her out leaving her drained and wanting. Upon reaching the bed and her suitcase, she selected an outfit. Her fingertips caressed the red material lingering in bliss a bit longer as the straps slipped effortlessly through her fingers. 

Sliding the smooth red material up her now bare legs she thought about the stress of her day and noted how the red material seemed to wash it all away as it flowed up her hot skin. After a quick knot she turned on her heels and headed for the door with nothing but a towel in her possession. Amazing how a red swimming suit empowered her revitalizing her very being after a day of stress and trying negotiations. Walking through the door which gave barrier to the cool room and the fierce heat outside she walked towards the pool, her strides not determined nor quick, but flowing and feminine. Gina guessed what the cool water would feel like enveloping her hot body washing away the rest of the day's toil. 

-Shy Willow