Wednesday, August 20, 2014

The Spice of Life: End of Chap 2 and Beginning Chap 3 preview teaser

Kelli suggested that they meet the next day, a Friday. However, Jake told her that he needed to be at a charity event on Friday night, and was flying to Las Vegas for the weekend. So they arranged to meet on the following Monday, at 4:00pm. Jake offered her his business card, she toyed with it, before placing it on the bar. Shortly after that, Nina came careening over to both of them and grabbed Kelli’s arm. Her words were slightly slurred. “Kell, let’s get out of here. That creep in the corner won’t leave me  alone, and the hottie I was trying to seduce seems to have vanished into the toilet with some young guy. I’m over it. And…I’m just a little tipsy.” Nina’s eyes were faintly glazed, but she suddenly locked onto Jake. “Ooooh, well hello there, handsome! Where have YOU been all night?” Her eyes fell onto the business card on the counter. “Mmmm. Jake. Is that your name, big boy?”  

Nina leaned forward and whispered, “Do you want to fuck me tonight, big boy? Because if you do, I’m yours…” but Jake pretended that he hadn't heard her. Moving away from Nina, Jake smiled politely and responded, “Yes, Jake is my name. And I've been here, talking to your beautiful friend. But I’m afraid it’s time for me to go now, also.”

He turned, and took Kelli’s hand. “I’m very much looking forward to Monday”, he said in a low voice. He raised her hand to his lips and brushed it, ever so lightly. “Thank you.” His eyes were intensely green, but as he turned, they almost looked deep blue. It was startling, and had a thrilling effect. Kelli’s stomach lurched. 

He turned, and before Kelli could quite recover from the sensation of his lips on her skin, he was gone.

“God, Kelli. Who IS he? You've struck gold there.” Nina picked up the business card and stared at it, intently, before handing it to Kelli.

"I don't know, something about HIM, looks..feels so familiar, Nina"

"Ya know, Kells, something about HIM also seems to, I don't know, seem familiar also.  The way he talks, just froze me, and I'll be honest, made me wet" 

Kelli was transfixed, staring at the door where she’d seen Jake exit the building. The whole room felt empty without him. Suddenly, she realized something, and started to laugh, softly. The whole time she’d been talking to Jake, she hadn't thought of her online mishaps. Not even once. Jake’s charm and attentiveness had pushed the thought right out of her mind. 

“What’s so funny, Kelli? Why the hell are you laughing?” Nina slurred.

“Oh, nothing. Nothing at all. Come on. Let’s get you home.”

Monday. Monday. Monday.  It was a mantra echoing through her brain. Seeing Jake again was all that Kelli could think about. The few days that passed between meeting Jake on Thursday night and his therapy appointment on Monday afternoon seemed like an eternity. Kelli found herself adding up the hours and moments until their first session. What was it about him? There was something so mysterious and appealing. She kept reminding herself that therapists weren't allowed to get involved with clients, but time and time again, she found herself replaying the events in the bar, over and over again. Kelli re-ran each and every detail of their conversation, trying to find clues as to who he was, and what their interaction on Monday might be like. She was incredibly excited, but was trying not to admit it to herself.

Nina wasn't much help, either. “My GOD”, she said over lunch the next day, “I cannot believe the chemistry that was there between the two of you. You do realize that it was completely electric, right? I kept thinking that the bar was going to burst into flames.  Do you seriously think that you are going to be able to keep him as a client without jumping him?”  She nibbled on the very tip of a bread stick, suggestively, and looked at Kelli, while batting her eyelashes

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Monday, August 18, 2014

The Spice of Life: End of Chap 1, Beginning of Chap 2 Teaser Preview

By the evening, when Kelli returned home from work, there was still no reply. She knew it was irrational of her to feel irritated, yet she was annoyed, and frustrated. She had worked her way up to this, and now it had stalled.

She considered writing again -- just a line or two, to check in -- but quickly discarded the idea. It seemed far too attentive and needy.

The final straw came when it occurred to her to check whether or not EnjoyLifeNJ had signed into the website. She checked and saw that he had, indeed been online in the past 24 hours. Why hasn't he replied?

Kelli felt increasingly upset, and annoyed. Her annoyance was the top layer of a deep sense of disappointment. None of this was really working out. She knew it would turn out like this. It had just been a foolish idea in the first place, doomed to fail. She was married to Paul, would stay married to Paul, and would suffer through the next two or three decades of joyless, sexless, dissatisfied existence. That was how it was. She wouldn't break the girls’ hearts by leaving their father. She’d just stagnate, like old water in a pond.

*ping*   Kelli jerked her head up and stared at the screen. That sound meant she had a new message. Yes, there was something in her mailbox! It must be EnjoyLifeNJ. She felt far too eager as she opened it up.  Oh.  Her heart sank. It was a message from someone called Sexgod11, and read:

Your a real fox. I’d like to see if you’re sexy tale is bushy and red to match your pretty hair.

Ugh. Who ARE these people? This guy obviously had an IQ of 60.  Kelli was done. She quickly went to the “Accounts” tab and selected “Disable/delete account”.  Enough was enough.

Chapter 2

When Nina called, Kelli was thrilled to hear from her old friend. She had no idea that Nina was back in town. Nina had been in California for the past year or so, working as a banking recruiter. Kelli had seen her once or twice, but for the most part they were both busy with their lives.

Nina was one of Kelli’s oldest friends. They had met in the first week of their freshman year at college and had been nearly inseparable. After graduation, they’d shared a tiny apartment together in Clinton, NJ, as Nina pursued her career in marketing and sales and Kelli worked her way through graduate school. Kelli, Paul and Nina had shared an apartment together to help pay the bills.  Kelli and Paul had been struggling, especially with Kelli’s pregnancy, so they needed all the help they could get.

Nina was wild, and always had been. She possessed a Marilyn Monroe figure with long, luscious, black curls, full features, and latte-colored skin. She had led Kelli through all kinds of crazy escapades. Once, Nina had suggested that they go out in Greenwich Village and bar-hop while posing as obscure European royalty. She’d even come up with the unique accents for each of them. Kelli had been Romanian, and Nina, Croatian. They’d both drawn all kinds of attention to themselves; Nina absolutely soaked it up. Kelli enjoyed Nina’s pranks, but had always been content to enjoy them in tandem. She had often been the more sober of the two, rescuing Nina from all sorts of compromising situations.

On the answering machine, Nina’s message was typically enthusiastic:

“Kelli! My bodaciously beautiful goddess! How ARE you? I’m in New York for a few days. We really must go out. It’s been far, far too long. I have so much to tell you! CALL ME!”

It was perfect timing. It had been a few days since Kelli abandoned her online adventure, and she’d felt morose and slightly depressed since then. Before she’d gone on the site, she was still able to convince herself that there was some kind of hope for her and Paul. But since she’d come clean with herself and realized that the spark was completely dead, her married life had become almost unbearable. She could hardly stand to be in the same room as Paul; even the scent of his body made her feel slightly sick to her stomach and grossed out overall. Not that he’d tried to be near her, or make any sexual advances. Nothing had changed in that department. Kelli was grateful, for once. Instead, she’d turned to self-pleasuring, even more than usual. As she brought herself to orgasm in her bathtub, over and over, she’d fantasized about the nameless,masked man who had teased her so mercilessly, and then disappeared. She’d even given him a face, of sorts, in her mind’s eye. It was a composite of several ex-boyfriends, with a dose of George Clooney blended in. It worked pretty well. But even her sessions with her vibrator were growing stale.

A night out with Nina was just what she needed to relax and let loose a little. A few cocktails…talking about old times…yes, that sounded about right.

She picked up the phone and dialed Nina’s number. Nina answered on the third ring, sounding breathless.

“Kellllllliiiiii! So good to hear from you, babe! I was starting to think I’d have to make my own fun without you. Not that being on my own ever held me back…” she chuckled her throaty laugh.

“Haha…I know, I know”, laughed Kelli. “You’ve never been one to stay in on a Friday night, I know that!  But seriously, Neens, I’m thrilled that you’re in town. I am so ready for a good night out. Did you have anything in mind?”

“Me? Honey, you’re the native here now. I was hoping you could suggest a place.”

Kelli paused. There was a place that sprang to mind…

“So….there’s always Thorne, in Kenil, on the New Jersey side. I know you like it there. Or we could go to Casellino, on 52nd. There’s also this new cocktail lounge I’ve been wanting to try out. It’s in Soho. It’s called La Dolce Vita. Maybe we could check it out?”

For a second Kelli imagined that Nina hesitated, and her own heart skipped a beat. But then the reply came down the line.

“Thorne is definitely tempting, but I kinda want to get into Manhattan. Let’s go to that Dolce Vita place. What time? And more importantly…what are you wearing?”

The two friends made plans to meet at 9pm.  It was already a few minutes past 7, so Kelli jumped in the shower and then started getting dressed. With Nina’s input, she had decided to wear her red wrap dress, the ruched one with the v-neck. along with her favorite black Manolo Blahnik stiletto sandals. She added some tastefully dark eyeliner, put on some dangly, shimmery silver earrings and let her hair cascade long and loose. At the last minute, she added her white gold square-shaped pendant, with a sapphire. Looking in her full-length mirror she felt a thrill of excitement. She knew that it was silly to imagine that going to La Dolce Vita could possibly cause her to run into EnjoyLifeNJ, but still, the thought was in the back of her mind. And if she did happen to bump into him? Well, she’d show him! With how she looked tonight he’d clearly see what he was missing, and would regret not having replied to her email. Ha! Revenge would be sweet. He probably isn’t even that good looking or charming in person, she thought. Probably just another fat, old douchebag.

Kelli arrived at La Dolce Vita around 9:30.  She entered the bar and saw Nina sitting a small table, looking mildly disgruntled.

“I should have told you 8:30, Kells! I forgot your habit of being chronically late.” Nina gave a mock scowl and then embraced Kelli in a huge hug.

“I’m really sorry, Nina…I really am. You know how I just lose track of time. Forgive me?”

Nina’s dark eyes danced and she gave a huge smile. “Of course, hon. Now what ARE we going to drink? Let’s get to it!”

Kelli smiled back. “Well, I’m in the mood for a hot and dirty martini. You know, the one with the blue cheese-stuffed olives?”

Nina giggled. “Good girl! I’ll be right back...”

Minutes later, both women had a drink in hand. Sipping her martini, Kelli took time to take in the bar. It was chic and modern, with clean angles and dark wood accents. The lighting was just low enough to create great ambience, and there were lots of little nooks and alcoves with dark, velvet-lined booths. Nina was describing her latest relationship in great detail, and Kelli tuned out for a moment.

“Kelli? God, Kells, are you listening to a word I say? So, what do you think I should do, anyway?”

“Um, I guess you should do whatever you feel is right.”  Kelli had no idea what Nina was referring to.  Her comment worked, though, because Nina then launched into another detailed analysis of “he-said, she-said”.

The bar was rapidly filling up with beautiful people. It was mostly an older, professional crowd, but Kelli noticed a few young twenty-somethings in the mix. Their fresh faces made her feel self-conscious for just a moment, but she mentally shook it off. She felt good, sexy. And judging by the glances she was getting from a variety of male patrons, she could hold her own against a nubile 23-year-old anytime.

There was one man in particular who kept glancing her way. He was across the room, leaning against the bar. He was perusing the room with his eyes, much as a 4-star general might peruse a battle scene. Kelli gauged that he was about 5’10”. Her eye was generally drawn to taller men, but there was something about this guy. She took in his physique, dressed in a tailored suit jacket, over a simple black t-shirt and dark jeans, with nice leather boots. He was clean-cut, with salt and pepper hair, olive skin and a well-muscled frame. His features were unusually striking.  Their eyes met; she immediately noticed that his were a vivid green, and warmly inviting. Kelli was becoming more and more conscious of him and was finding it even harder to pay attention to what Nina was saying.

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Thursday, August 14, 2014

The Spice of Life: Chapter 1 Preview

He was fucking her, and it was fantastic. Her entire body was alive with pleasure and she was close to cumming, hard. He had her arms pinned down over her head, and he was thrusting fully into her, in missionary position, with her naked legs thrown over his shoulders. She lifted her whole body up to take him in. God, it felt good. So incredibly good. His cock must be absolutely huge; her whole pussy was full of him. She was almost there, straining against him to reach her climax. Now he grabbed her hand, and put her fingers in his mouth. Sucking on them. Then he started to lap at the top of her hand with his tongue. Kelli wasn’t sure why he was spending so long there and was annoyed. It started to feel strange. Why was his tongue so sloppy? Where was her orgasm? What was…what….?  Her eyes opened, and she immediately jerked her hand off the bed, where it lay on top of the sheets. Her golden retriever, Samson, was looking up at her from the side of the bed with big wet and yes, his drooling tongue. Her hand was covered in his drool. “ Oh my god. Gross, Samson!” Kelli groaned. “Ewwwwww.” She pushed Samson away and rolled over, feeling disgusted, but the atmosphere of the sex dream was still with her. She closed her eyes and tried to remember the face of the man who was fucking her, but it was just a shadow. Not someone she’d ever even met. Even as she tried to recall the details, the dream disappeared. Ugh, she thought. Forget about it. Better get up.  Even before she rose to check, she knew that the day outside was hard, cold and bright. She groaned inwardly. Not even any snow. Snow would have made today just a little bit easier.  She turned from the window, just in time to see Paul twitch and let out a snort in his sleep. Gazing at her husband of twenty-two years, she saw the slack, open mouth, the spot of dried spittle on his stubbled cheek, and the flannel pajamas she’d been trying to convince him to throw away for years. Looking at him, the familiar thought came: He looks ridiculous. Then the equally familiar pang of guilt, and ache of loneliness. Maybe we can make a new start this year. She made another mental note to talk to Paul about New Year’s Eve, and fresh beginnings.

It was early still, too early to call either of the girls, so Kelli went downstairs to make coffee. The tree lights were on; she hadn't had the heart to turn them off before bed. They winked at her, reminding her of all those Christmases with Kaitlyn and Simone. The girls used to wake them up at 6:00 a.m., or even earlier, especially when they were really small. Paul and Kelli would be dragged out of bed and stumble down in their bathrobes, exhausted from late-night gift-wrapping and glasses of eggnog, while their daughters squealed with delight and tore open stockings and gifts. As the girls became teenagers, they slept in much later, but there was still always an air of excitement and anticipation in the house on Christmas morning.

This morning, though, barely felt like Christmas at all. With both children gone for the first time, the emptiness in the house was palpable. Kelli sipped her coffee listlessly and gazed at the gifts under the tree. Definitely a smaller pile than usual. Her eldest daughter, Kaitlyn, was happily settled in CA, where she’d landed last year, after graduating from UC Berkeley with a degree in social work. Simone, Kelli’s youngest, was a sophomore at Columbia, but was currently travelling in Europe. Kelli had mailed all of Kaitlyn’s presents to her in California, but the gifts for Simone were there. They’d discussed it, and decided that it made more sense for Simone to open them when she returned from her  law firm internship in the spring. Kelli had pressed her youngest daughter, “Don’t you want something now? Let me send you one or two little gifts, at least!”, but Simone had been adamant. “It’s fine, Mom.”, she’d said. “Honestly! I’m going to be in Biarritz for Christmas, and presents would just get in the way. That is, if they even made it here on time.”  Kelli had felt mildly hurt, but she let it go. That was one thing about being a therapist: one learned to let go. Or at least, one learned how to let go. Doing it could be a whole other matter.

Her thoughts turned again to Paul. They’d agreed to take it easy on the gifts for each other this year. Not that it really made a difference; Paul had never really been a great gift-giver, even in the early days of their marriage. He’d made an effort for a long time, though; she had to give him that. At one point he’d even gotten it right a couple of times; a beautiful silk scarf one year, or a bottle of her favorite perfume. But things had changed lately, and it had become increasingly impossible to mask her disappointment at opening up yet another set of towels, or photo frames. She knew he tried, but couldn't help but wonder, did he really have so little sense of what she enjoyed, or needed? Eventually, his gifts to her trickled to almost nothing: a token bottle of hand lotion, a pair of gloves. After decades, she’d almost convinced herself that she’d accepted this part of him, but there was still that tiny sting, every Christmas, every birthday, every anniversary. Yesterday, on Christmas Eve, they’d decided to get the whole thing over with and had opened each others’ gifts. She bought him the latest tablet, and he bought her a set of new copper-bottomed pots and pans. She wasn't even surprised. She didn't even like to cook – never had – but whatever.  It was just another reflection of the state of their relationship.

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Saturday, July 26, 2014

Jake Furie Lapin: What happens in Vegas, never Happened Part 1

Driving home, my phone kept prompting me of new messages from Megan.

"I'm sorry"

"Please talk to me"

"Hello, Jake"

"I need to talk to you, to explain"

"Please don't hate me, I know what I did was wrong"

"I need to talk to you"

"Don't hate me, please"

"Call me"

All about 10 seconds apart.  One thing I learned, let them rant when they are texting like crazy, as you will never get a word in edgewise.

Inbetween, I got a new text from an ole' friend, we were casual in the past, and even though I wanted more of a relationship, she wanted to be nothing more than friends, with a casual fling.

"Hi" was the message. My heart raced fiercely.  Our paths crossed several times, and I wasn't sure if I was ready for them to cross again, after last time, I hurt alot.  I thought it was over and buried by now, but obviously, it's never over, it's never finished business, always unfinished.

"Hey V, how r u?" I responded.

"Talk?, are you alone?", she said

"Kinda getting ready to pack for Vegas, can I call you in a bit?"

"KK", she responded.

I knew something had to be wrong, she never texts me unless she is lonely or wants to talk.  Sighhh.

Packing quickly for my short  trip, my short stay in Vegas looks like I'll have to deal with drama already back home.  I did like Megan, alot.  I felt bad about leaving her, but I didn't appreciate being lied to or mislead.  But, I did leave out the fact that I was a new erotica author, maybe, give her a 2nd chance? and what do I do about my ole' friend.  I'll have to open up to Megan a bit more, make sure she know everything about me, and let her know I cannot commit to any relationship right now.

"Megan, I am upset, but I understand why you did what you did, I've been there before, afraid of the truth", I'll call you when I am at the gate, as I'll probably have 30 minutes or so to kill, OK?",  I texted her

"OMG, thank you Sir xo", she replied.


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Monday, June 30, 2014

Jake Furie Lapin: BDSM Lesson Part 2

I text back, "What is your name sweetheart, we had such a good time, you never told me?"

"Megan, can I ask you something?" , she replied

"Sure, call me, I hate having text conversations, they lose their meaning, and you can guide me into your secret place, it's kinda dark."

The phone rang, "Jake, I've never done this before, but we had such great chemistry, and I am a bit hesitant.  What is the deal with you and one of the waitress there? She kept looking over at us and trying to interrupt."

"Oh her, yes.  We dated a few times, turns out she was into BDSM also, but she is too much of a liar, and child.  It's actually funny because she forgets her lies and continues to lead a life wrapped around a 38 year old manager there who sleeps with as many girls there as possible.  I wouldn't stick my cock in her if she was the last, trust me Megan, I'm about quality, not quantity." I assured her.

"I trust you, I don't why I do so early, but my gut is telling me you are deeper than a physical hook up", Megan cheerily replied.

Megan and I had an earlier discussion about food, while at the charity event.  I informed her that I enjoyed cooking and experimenting with certain dishes.  I read a lot about cooking, dieting, and health, and so did she.  She lived in a townhouse, and due to the layout we had to go through her kitchen to get to her non-formal living area.  I noticed she had some expensive cooking utensils on the counter, including an extravagant 20 piece knife set and complimented her on them.

We made our way to her living room couch, and as we were talking, she asked what do I drink? I told her that I enjoy Cranberry Vodka after a couple of beers, and she made one for the both of us.

After a few drinks she got closer to me and lunged in quickly for a kiss.  Once we started kissing a bit she said to me, “I know you are into the BDSM lifestyle.  I want you to teach me.  Tell me what it’s about and train me in becoming a submissive.”

“I would be willing to train you, but I do not have time for a full-blown relationship,” I responded.

“I understand.  Right now I want to take things slow.  I am trying to start my life over after my abusive relationship,” she stated.

We made our way to the bedroom, and I noticed she had a nice candle layout.  We got naked quickly.

 “Do you have any belts and thin sheets?” I asked.

She showed me where she kept them.  I grabbed a couple of her belts and sheets.

 “Do you trust me?” I asked her.
“The moment I started talking to you I loved your voice.  I trust you 1000%,” she replied.

I took the two sheets and bound her legs wide open to the posts and I took a few of her belts and tied her wrists to the headboard.  She seemed very nervous at first. “Relax,” I said to her, “Everything will be fine.”

“Don’t worry.  Do what you want to do to me,” she answered, probably somewhat due to her intoxicated state, but it set things at ease.

I lit about 6 or 7 of her candles.  “These are going to come into play at some point in the night,” I informed her.  She looked a bit confused.

“This has to come off,” I said, referring to the thin strip of hair above her clam.

“That’s fine,” she assured me, “I promise to shave it off tomorrow, or tonight after we have sex I will shower and shave it.”

“No,” I said, “I’m going to take care of it right now.”  I went to the bathroom and took out her cream and razor, while she was bound to the bed.  I carefully shaved the excess hair that was above her clam.  I wiped her down, and gave her a soft kiss ontop of her pubic bone.

“Next time, make sure you are smooth and ready for me,” I demanded.

“I will,” she said.

I commanded, “No.  Say yes, Sir.”  She understood and promptly nodded her head and bit her tongue.

The candles had been lit awhile, so I grabbed one and dripped some wax on her nipples, chest, stomach, thighs and shin. She flinched a few times, but quickly realized that she enjoyed the pain and pleasure, just as I had learned when I lost my virginity.  I didn't drip any wax on her scars, instead towards the end I kissed all of her scars.

“You are a beautiful woman.  Don’t ever let a man bring you down that way,” I told her.  She almost teared up in happiness.

All the wax had dried in drops all over her body.   “I will be right back,” I assured her.  I went into her beautiful gourmet kitchen and found a filet knife for cutting fish.  When I returned to the bedroom she had a horrified look on her face.

“Don’t worry,” I said while calming her.

I then slowly and carefully peeled all of the wax off of her body with the edge of the knife.  She was quivering and panting, most likely reliving the terror of her abusive past.  After I removed all of the wax, I returned the knife to the kitchen, re-entered the bedroom and immediately released her from her bindings.

As soon as she was free she lunged and grabbed and held me hard, “Thank you so much! I’m very much in love with you!” she said excitedly.

“You are not in love me .  Right now, you just learned what BDSM is all about.  It’s all about trust and being open with one another, about pushing your limits and overcoming your fears.” I said to her.

"I want to fuck you now!", Megan exclaimed.

I informed her, “Megan, we are NOT going to have sex tonight.  We are going to rest, snuggle, and absorb what we have gone through.”

We held each other that night, but I didn't sleep.  Megan fell asleep on my chest, holding me still tight.  I kept thinking all night, what will I do to her tomorrow in the morning?

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Monday, June 16, 2014

Jake Furie Lapin: BDSM lesson Part 1

Recently, I received an invite from a more upscale burger joint that was hosting a charity event in another county.  I decided to attend, and perhaps with the influence of my online followers that might be local,  I could help them get a decent crowd.  When I arrived at the place it was extremely busy and the charity had already begun.  It was my first visit there and I was excited to try their cuisine. When I sat down, I ordered a tuna appetizer and one of their craft beers.  Next to me was a couple, and I happened to notice that they had a very unusual clam appetizer.  Because food is one of my loves, I took a longer than normal stare at it.

As the night continued, I had another one of the craft beers, which was putting me into a mood.  The female next to me , who I assumed was her date had asked, “What appetizer is that?”  I had ate about half of it because I wasn't enjoying it.

I told her, “It’s a peppered tuna appetizer, which I normally order in my favorite sushi restaurant, but his one really isn't doing it for me.  In fact, the tuna seems a bit rotten, old.”

She and I started talking about sushi restaurants.  She had mentioned another one that was close to where we were that was for a high end crowd.  I told her I had been there several times but I preferred a place that was a bit more low key, and was probably the best sushi in New Jersey.

“Maybe one day I will take you there” Smiling, I threw at her to see if she would bite.

I felt a little awkward because who I thought was her date, was joining in our conversation back and forth.  He seemed to cut out sometimes and put himself away from the conversation, so I thought it could have been her brother or perhaps a co-worker. I wasn't really sure what to make of the guy next to her.  I had no intention of meeting anybody or flirting with anybody; my only intention that night was going there to support a charity.

As the night wore on, she had offered to share her appetizer.  “Would you like to have some of my clam?” she asked with a flirtatious smile.

I told her, “I prefer my clams to be totally raw and smooth.”

She smiled and said, “Well mine has a small carpet on it.  Would that be okay?”

“In my lifestyle, I prefer to have it smooth and bare.  I might have to take it off for you.” I dared.

She then asked, “What is your lifestyle?”

“I am into the BDSM lifestyle,” I answered her.

She said, “Oh, I’m very curious about it, but I don’t know what to do, or how to go about exploring the BDSM lifestyle.”

“There is plenty of reading to do ahead, and you should definitely research it first before getting into the lifestyle,” I informed her.

We started to talk a little bit further when her date left to use the bathroom.  “Would you be willing to show me?” she probed.

I smiled at her, “Hmm.  We will just have to see.”

Changing the subject, she asked, “What do you do?”

I divulged to her, “I work in banking.”  I didn't give her a clue that I was working on an erotica novel, as that typically scared women away.

She noticed the scar on my arm.  I told her that it came from a childhood tragedy on a subway, and that I didn't even notice it anymore.  She put her nails on the scar and glided her hand lightly across it.  “Does it hurt?” she inquired.

“No, not at all,” I replied.

She proceeded to tell me that she had scars of her own. I asked her where they were from.  Apparently, she was in an abusive relationship a few years ago and she was in it for quite a long time.  The partner had actually stabbed her a couple of times in the stomach and once in the ribs.  They didn't go deep, but it was enough to leave scars on her body that she was self-conscious about.  “The right man will come into your life.  Don’t worry about your scars.  Be confident in who you are,” I told her.

She got quiet for a moment and then she asked, “What exactly do you do in banking?”
I replied, “I’m in the mortgage division of the bank.  I help clients finance homes that they might want to refinance or purchase.  I also dabble in cooking and writing in my spare time.”

She said she was considering buying a home in the area and that she may need my help one day. "I love to cook also!!, but I'm not impressed by the food here as well, I'm considering going to culinary school to brush up on my skills, but right now I'm busy working as an administrative assistant for a law firm.", she told me.

"Getting tired of straightening out the briefs?" I chuckled but I still felt awkward because the person she had come with had long since returned from the bathroom and was sitting with her.  I felt some uneasiness from him.  My style is not to come between a female and her date.

“Here is my card.  If you need any help you can give me a call,” I said while handing both of them a card, so that I could assure him that I wasn't going after his date.  "I have to leave tonight, as I am early riser.", shaking both their hands firmly.

No sooner had I paid my tab and left, she sent me a text.  She excused herself for texting me without giving me her number first at the bar, and introduced herself.  The essence of the text was that she had a really good time talking to me at the bar, and she wanted to know if I cared to meet her for extra drinks at another place to continue the conversation.

I answered, “You know what, I am living life at the fullest at this point.  Why not?  It’s still a little early, only 11:30 at night.  Let’s continue the conversation and go for more drinks.  Where would you like to go?”

“How about my place?” was her response, as she gave me her address
I chuckled of course and wrote, “Well, isn't your friend with you?”

“Oh him, that was a blind date.  It went sour from the moment we met.  He wasn't into me at all and only talked about himself.  I like the fact that you asked questions about me, listened to my responses, and told me more about yourself.  I really enjoyed the time.  I live in a gated community.  I will buzz you in,” she text back.

Seize the moment or ask to meet at a public place?

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Monday, March 31, 2014

Kelli Lemberg: The Honeymoon Part 2

Paul and I hardly spoke the day after I got him with his pants around his ankles. I had sobbed quietly to myself alone in bed and then pretended to be asleep when he finally came out of the bathroom. He didn't say a word to me or touch me; he just crawled into the other side of the bed and was snoring within minutes.

The next day we started on our cruise. I was feeling nauseated because of the pregnancy and immediately knew that being on a ship wasn't going to help any. I spent the first day or two in the cabin, heaving. That didn't stop Paul, though. He was out basking in the sunshine next to the pool, sipping on cocktails all day long.

When he did finally come back to the cabin, he started telling me all about some new friends he’d met.

“Kelli, you gotta meet Steve and Lauren”, he said.  “They’re incredible. We’re having so much fun. Wanna join us for dinner tonight?”

I didn't, but I was sick of sitting around feeling ill, so I agreed to venture out.

Lauren was a sleek blonde, with bright blue eyes and breasts that were obviously not her natural size. They were gigantic. I disliked her immediately. It wasn't her looks – I wasn't that shallow – it was the way she moved, like every gesture was a calculated seduction. I also didn't like the way she fawned all over Paul. I could tell right away that she was going to be trouble.

Her husband, Steve, was not much better. He was slick and smooth, with the classic personality of a politician. He started flattering me the second he met me.

“Oh, Paul didn't tell us you were hot”, he commented, while holding my hand for just a little too long.

“Oh? How surprising.” I tried to sound cool and distant.

Then Lauren sidled up to me too. “No, he sure didn't”, she giggled, and then she laid her hand on my arm. I was startled at the familiarity.

Steve laughed, and then murmured something in Lauren’s ear. I couldn't quite hear what it was.

I didn't feel very comfortable, physically or emotionally. Paul seemed unnaturally close with this couple, somehow. What is going on?

As the evening progressed, all three of them drank heavily. Obviously, I stuck to soda water with lemon. Being sober, I could see how things were progressing. Lauren laughed, batted her eyelashes, and flipped her hair back and forth over her shoulder constantly.  She was wearing a strapless top and as the night went on, it slipped further and further down, showing most of her cleavage. It was also obvious that she wasn't wearing any bra; her nipples were clearly outlined. I could tell from how both men looked at her that she was arousing them. At one point, she placed her hand on Paul’s knee, and leaned in close to him, talking in a low tone while her hair fell forward and hid them both from view. I could see Paul’s erection, his cock stiffening, and the sight made me feel sick again.

I was about to excuse myself when I looked up and saw Steve staring at me. He was smiling, and there was an invitation in his smile. When I met his eye he turned, looked at Lauren’s hand, stroking Paul’s leg, and then back to me.

I didn't know what was happening, or didn't want to admit it to myself.

“Excuse me, I’m…I’m really not feeling well. I’m going to go back to the cabin.”

I stood up, and waited for a moment. Steve kept staring, and then looked away finally, with a bored expression. As for Paul? He didn't even look up, or notice I was gone.

I went back to the cabin and cried into my pillow again. Paul did come home that night, but not until 4am.

The next night, he didn't come home at all.

What MORE does Kelli learn about Paul on their honeymoon cruise? Part 3 coming soon…


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Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Kelli Lemberg: The Honeymoon Part 1

I remember it like it was yesterday. Paul and I had rushed through the wedding, due to my pregnancy. A woman’s wedding day is supposed to feel special and exciting, but there was none of that for me.

Also, Paul was beginning to show his true colors; he spoke harshly to me many times throughout the wedding-planning process and seemed to have no interest whatsoever in anything that I suggested. I was devastated; deep down, I knew that this was the real him. Being so young, though, I didn't feel that I had any other option but to marry him, especially with the pressure coming from our parents.

In any case, the marriage day itself passed in a blur. I remember walking up the aisle to Paul and instead of feeling happiness, feeling a heavy knot in the pit of my stomach. I remember my family members looking at me condescendingly and staring at my stomach. It was not a day of joy; it was a day of faint humiliation.

However, my family had grouped together and decided that we needed to have a honeymoon. They decided to send us on a week-long cruise to Antigua, in the Caribbean.  I felt like the time together would bring Paul and me closer; how could it not? We were going to have a family together, after all.

The night before the cruise started we spent our wedding night in a hotel. Even though we had a shotgun wedding prior, I still wanted the experience to be special, so I bought some beautiful white lingerie and set up candles all around the room, along with a bottle of wine for us.

Like much of what would follow in our marriage, it was a huge disappointment. We arrived at the room late in the evening, and both of us were exhausted. But I gathered up my strength and asked Paul to take a shower. My plan was to set up the room while he was there.

Paul agreed. He went into the bathroom and shut the door. However as he walked in, I noticed that he was carrying something. It looked like a magazine. He was holding it in a strange way, almost as if he were hiding it from me. After he closed the door to the bathroom, I heard the water start running.

My head was spinning. What the fuck did he take to the bathroom with him?  I had a crazy, nagging suspicion that I knew, but I could accept it.

The water continued to run, a steady uninterrupted stream. I intuited that he hadn't even gotten into the shower yet.  Finally, I couldn't take the curiosity and suspicion any more.

“Paul, honey? Sorry, but I need to grab something quickly.”  Before he had a chance to answer I opened the bathroom door, quickly.

There was my husband of just a few hours, sitting on the toilet. He was holding his swollen dick in his hand, stroking it rapidly. The strained, flushed expression on his face made it obvious that he was only a short time away from cumming.

In his hand was a porn magazine.  My new husband wasn't getting ready for our wedding night; he was jerking off to porn!

I was completely shocked, and simply slammed the door shut. What the fuck? WHAT THE FUCK?

I stumbled to the bed and sat there, staring down at my hands. So much for our wedding night. Paul hadn't even stopped when he saw my look of horror; he just kept going. This was the man I had married.

There was something else that was niggling at my mind. That porn mag…why did he need that? 

The next day, we began our cruise.

What does Kelli learn about Paul on their honeymoon cruise? Part 2 coming soon…


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Saturday, March 1, 2014

Jake Furie Lapin: Sweet Revenge Part 2

In contrast to our first date, two years ago, Nina arrived on time to Sushi Yamu. I, however, did not. I deliberately kept her waiting for a solid 20 minutes before strolling in, without apology.

She was sitting at a little corner table and sprang up immediately. “Oh, hi, Jake!” she said, smiling widely and far too eagerly. She was wearing a tiny little red sparkly mini dress made of stretchy material that clung to every curve, along with some platform stilettos. Almost nothing about her figure was left to the imagination. I had to admit, she did have a smoking hot body. Looking at her large, luscious breasts popping out of her dress, I felt my cock stiffen a little in anticipation of what I was going to do to her. But I couldn't forget the way that she had treated me in the past. She would feel the sting of my anger before the night was over.

We ordered food and Nina proceeded to flirt outrageously, telling suggestive sexual jokes and running her hand over my arm whenever she had the chance.  The waiter came and took our order, 4 pieces of sashimi salmon, and 2 pieces of sashimi tuna, 2 double shots of cold saki.  I told him we are probably going to be in a hurry, if he can rush the order.  The food and drinks came almost immediately, as I was a regular there.  I knew she loved the raw meat, as did I, and we pounded down the saki quickly  .About half an hour into the meal, I noticed that she had slipped off one of her heels and was rubbing her bare foot up and down my calf. I simply moved my leg and pretended not to notice.

I could tell that the cold shoulder treatment was really getting to her; she started to become more and more desperate as we finished and I called for the bill.

“Jake…I really have to tell you something.”, she said. She leaned forward, her black curls brushing her face and her cleavage opening up almost down to her navel.

“Oh, what is that?”  I leaned back, with my arm stretched casually along the chair next to me.

“Well, I probably should say this, but ever since I saw you in the bar…I, well, I just haven’t wanted to fuck a guy so badly in months. Years, maybe. I just thought you should know.”

I kept my face passive, staring firmly but happily into her eyes. “Oh? Huh. That’s interesting. What makes me so fuckable, then?”, knowing how shallow she really was.

She giggled. “I’m not even sure. I mean, it could be your face and body. You are definitely hot. But I think it’s more of how you carry yourself. You’re so damn confident! It just makes me want to slide my hands inside your pants to see what I’ll find, honestly.”

“Hmmm. Well, do you want to get out of here?” I realized that it was time for Nina’s schooling to begin.

“Hell, yeah!”

We went outside and Nina practically threw herself into my arms once we hit the parking lot. I led her over to my car and pressed her up against it, holding her wrists tightly over her head in one hand while I ran the other up and down her body, kneading and massaging those curves. She began moaning loudly, and squirming against me. I thrust my hand up inside her mini dress and as I expected, she wasn’t wearing any panties. She was clean-shaven, and already soaking wet. While still holding her wrists in one hand, I immediately put three fingers of the other hand deep inside her dripping pussy and then slowly finger-fucked her for just a minute or two, enough to make her moan louder, gasp and start quivering slightly. When she started to buck against my hand, I pulled my fingers out, very slowly and deliberately, and while keeping constant eye contact, I put them in my own mouth and sucked off her juices. She tasted hot and ready. Then I pushed the same fingers in her mouth and she sucked off the remnants of her own pussy juice. The feeling of her mouth sucking my fingers made my cock throb. I would need to fuck her, soon.

She was so excited by this that she could barely talk, but she managed to gasp, “Where are you going to take me?”

I laughed, and reached into her dress to pinch one of her nipples. She had enormous nipples, round and firm like cherries.

“Oh, I’m not taking you anywhere, Nina. I’m going to have my way with you right here. Now get in the back of the car.”

It’s only just begun…what will the rest of the night bring with Jake and Nina?


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Monday, February 24, 2014

Jake Furie Lapin: Sweet Revenge Part 1

When Kelli’s friend Nina told me at the bar that she wanted to fuck me, something clicked in my mind. I remembered what had happened between us earlier, even if she didn't.

With that in mind, I slipped her one of my business cards while Kelli was busy putting on her coat. I didn't say a word to Nina, just smiled at her, calmly.  That should do the trick, I thought to myself.

I said goodbye to both women and told Kelli that I would see her at our first appointment, very soon.

Driving home, at first my mind kept returning to Kelli, but soon thoughts of Nina overtook me.

It has all happened two years ago, as I was just embarking on my journey of transformation. At the time, I was still significantly overweight and out of shape. It had reached the point where it was profoundly affecting my interactions with women. I had joined the affair site and had been a member for only a few weeks, when I spotted Nina. She was sexy and flirty, and responded quickly to my messages, so we arranged to meet for dinner. I told her that I loved sushi, and she said she did too. As it happened, there was a great little sushi place, Sushi Yamu, close to where both of us lived, so we arranged to meet there.

When Nina came in, I stood up to greet her, and instantly knew that things were not going to go well. She looked me up and down, and didn't even really try to hide her reaction. Clearly, I was not what she was expecting.  She sat down abruptly and took up a menu, then ordered and ate as quickly as possible. I tried to mask my disappointment; we definitely  had a connection online and I had hoped that it would continue in person.

The meal was short and awkward. At the end, I offered to walk her to her car and she turned to me and said something that stuck with me for a long, long time: “Look, Jake. You’re nice and everything, but I just don’t think that there is a romantic future for us, OK? You’re just…not my type. Maybe if you worked out a little bit more we might have a chance, but….”.  Her sentence trailed off as she looked at me and just shook her head, her full lips in a disapproving pout. I was in shock; I couldn't believe how rude she was being.

“Uh, OK.” I blurted. And with that, she walked away.

Her words had really stung, and I had fantasized many times about what I’d like to do and say to Nina if our paths ever crossed again. I thought of fucking her, fast and furious…driving my cock into her wet pussy while she begged for more and more. Now, against all the odds, here she was…offering to fuck me! This is too crazy, I thought.

Not even a few days later, my phone buzzed and I saw that I had a text message. Crazily, the name read “Sushi Nina”. I couldn't believe it, but apparently her number was still saved in my phone from two years earlier. The text read:

“Hey sexy. It’s Nina, from Dolce Vita. Wanna grab a bite sometime this week? Xoxoxoxoxo”

I didn't reply. Not for two full days. Let her really, really want it, I thought. Finally, I responded, brusquely: “OK, Nina. Sushi Yamu, tomorrow. 7:30 pm.”  That was it. I wondered if the name of the sushi joint would spark her memory.

She answered my text within 20 minutes. “OK, see you there, hot stuff! Xoxoxoxoxo”. Clearly she hadn't made the connection.

I couldn't believe how easy this was. What a shallow bitch! Obviously she was only interested in the slim, ripped Jake. I found myself fantasizing again about what I would do to her if I got her into bed…I was going to take out my frustrations on her, show her who was boss. I imagined her face contorting as I thrust my swollen cock in and out of her mouth, and how her thighs would quiver with anticipation as I made her hold back from cumming. Oh yes, Nina was about to see a new me.

What happens on Jake and Nina’s date? Check back soon to find out…

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Sunday, February 23, 2014

Jake Furie Lapin: Dom Ice Fantasy

It's been a long, hard stressful day at work.  It's 4:30 pm, and I get my text. It reads  “520 {v}”.  I know, she knows, we both need it.  It's a long drive home, the winter has been cold and icy, the worst in years.  I pull into the driveway, and watch the melting ice start to freeze over the house as the temperatures drop again.  I look over the dripping water on my rain chain gutter, as the water is slowly freezing into jagged ice as the temperature drops.  I break off a newly formed icy point from the chain of icicles.  I am going to tease her with the cold torture. Walking to the house I get the text again: “Sir 520 {v} I await you”.

I walk into the house, and there is my angel, on her knees in the submissive position, waiting for me.  I grab her hand and walk her to my sitting chair. Slowly, I bend her over my lap, and proceed to tell her about my frustrating day.  Between sentences, I give her several firm spanks on one ass cheek, holding her flesh, feeling the rush of blood running through her body.  I spank her other cheek also, as not to neglect it, feeling the rush of sexuality running through my veins.

I tell her, “Angel, today is your day”.  Walking her to the bedroom, I blindfold her, and strap her wrists to each bed post.  The icicle is still on a platter in the front room, still hard and thick. I bring it to the bedroom and then take the icicle and begin tracing her body.  I work from her left hand, wrist, arm, shoulder, to her ear, cheeks, mouth, lips…then make my way down to her left nipple, bottom of her chest, body quivering, down her stomach, across her pubic bone, around her thighs back up her right side, chest, nipple, mouth, cheek, and finish my way to her right wrist.  By now, the icicle is half melted from her body heat.  My angel is worming and squirming on the bed; I retrace the same path slowly with the tip of my tongue, kissing her mouth, biting her lips, stopping at her nipple for a hard bite, teasing her fiery pussy with my mouth, back up to her right nipple and wrist.  She is holding back her orgasm, and I tell her that today she will cum hard.  Keeping her bound, I work my way down her body with my mouth, water glistening off her heated body, till I make my way to her already throbbing clit.  Holding her legs down with my arms, I taste her sweet juices, and suck on her pussy lips and clit hard, kissing the hood passionately.  I tell her to release, I want to taste her juices.  She immediately cums hard, and I suck and pull her clit just as hard into my mouth. Holding her legs, she tries to buck free.  Then I crawl my way back up her shivering body, as she begs me to have me inside her, and I tease her clit and hood with the tip of my mushroom cock.  I lean in and whisper into her ear, “Angel, I want to feel you in my own way: scissors”.  She nods her head; she knows what I want.

I release her hands from the bedposts, and move her to her right side.  I straddle her right leg, and lift her left leg bent onto a pillow.  I have full view of her amazing ass and pussy, and it's throbbing and calling from my cock to go deep inside her.  I take the half melted icicle, and slowly place it inside her, and she moans with extreme pleasure.  I pull it out, and taste her amazing juices; then I plunge my already hard cock deep inside her, legs interlocked.  I lift her left ass cheek a bit more so I can go deeper inside her. I take her hard and furious, releasing my day’s frustrations on her. Banging furiously and forcefully, I tell her I need her to taste my release, I want to see her beautiful eyes gazing at me as she takes in all of me.  She feels me getting bigger and harder, and I wet my thumb, slowly teasing her cute asshole, penetrating it gently. She can't take the thumb anal probe bumping her gspot and my thick cock simultaneously, it's amazingly tight and she cums again in rippling fashion; she can't stop pulling herself deeper into my shaft.  I watch her pussy lips hug my shaft with each in and out thrust.  I need to cum now, and I tell her it's time.

She jumps off, and I grab the blindfolds off of her, and push hard into her waiting mouth. I watch her viciously suck my member, enjoying trying to get every sweet cum drop out of me.  Watching her amazing beautiful eyes tear up, I explode in her hot mouth and she tongue swirls around my back edge of my tip, just how I like it.  I grab the back of her head and hold her there, omg amazing.  She knows to keep sucking and taking every drop. She also knows we can go again, without rest, but not today.  Now I just want to hold her close, treasuring what I have found, and have made a part of my life.

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Thursday, February 13, 2014

MHS Pourri: About Me

MHS Pourri is a writer, entrepreneur, wine drinker and coffee addict based in New Jersey. Pourri’s writings aim to explore sexuality and sensuality, including the BDSM lifestyle, through the beauty of the written word.  He is currently working on his first novel, The Spice of Life, which chronicles the many adventures of Jake Furie Lapin, a loving Dom, as well Kelli Lemberg, his sex therapist.  MHS Pourri encourages all of his readers and fans to explore this website and check out the blogs.  Let him know your thoughts through your comments and feedback. Some basic questions about MHS Pourri

1.  How did you get that big scar? Well, that's actually a long story.  Truth is, I've told so many different stories about my scar, I don't even know what's real anymore, and who knows what truth.  But me and a few of my best friends from kindergarten got so tired of telling the truth, as we grew up through high school, several truths have developed around the scar.  The real truth, is hidden in the book, and to be honest, I don't even think of the physical scar anymore, the ones on my heart keep me up at night.

2.  What was your first job? At 17, I fell in puppy love with a 20 year old woman who lived a few blocks from me.  She worked in a place that did telephone surveys.  I followed her there, and landed a job doing phone surveys.  She quit the job pretty quick, but I ended up being pretty good at it.  My first survey was a study on toilet paper, which kept people on the phone for over 20 minutes.  I've done all types of surveys, from politics, to movies, to food, etc.  That job was the best thing that ever happened to me, because it taught me how to listen, how to keep someone's attention on the phone, how to listen for voice deflections, how to talk fast and slow, and how converse with people in general.  Most people who run into me say I'm very easy to talk to, bottom line is..I just listen and ask questions.

3.  What are some of your hobbies? Sports Interests? I actually love football.  Mom never let me play high school though, as she thought it would interfere with my studies.  So I took up hockey as the games were played Friday night.  I am an avid New York Rangers fan.  When I was younger I followed the Green Bay Packers and San Francisco 49ers, and of course those Cowboys.  But as anyone who truly is into sports, fantasy leagues ruin everything, and you become more of a player fan than a team fan.  I do also follow the Yankees.  As far as hobbies, I love eating new foods, tapas in some areas.  I enjoy cooking, the beach, playing poker, and socializing with friends. I watch some TV, mostly History Channel or Discover, as I love to learn new things, and I firmly believe the past has so much to teach us, we just can't simply ignore it.  I am not religious, but spiritual, I believe in not harming anyone, and just live life to the fullest, it's truly short.  Live in the moment!

4.  What's your favorite type of music?  I listen to all types, but was raised on heavy metal, alternative rock, and some hip hop.  Ok, so I'll mention a few bands, Depeche Mode, Metallica, Nirvana, David Bowie, and The Cure.  I truly believe they are musical geniuses.

5.  How did you learn to type so fast? Ha, well in high school, I had another crush.  She took typing class and I joined the same class.  Again, I excelled in it, and actually took the 2nd year of typing.  It was such a blessing as I could crank out papers in high school and college in under 1 hour, where most people spent the weekend.  Things really happen for a reason.  Follow your heart, cause the reason will expose itself down the road.

6.  What inspired you to write this book? I've read, seen, heard, felt, and created a lot in my life.  Some are of course personal, some are ones I've seen and embellished, some are just fantasies I've created or have been told to me in the past.  It needs to be read and heard.

7.  What's up with your profile picture? Lol, well.  I have a few quirks, kinks myself.  I love dearly what I am writing about, but let's be real, I want to make money, a ton of it, and then I don't want anyone pestering me in my public life.  I am very private. In my young career, I made several people millions of dollars, with the promise, a handshake promise, that they would in the end take care of me for my hard work.  I've been burned. It's my turn now, and this is something I always wanted to do, and since it has my whole heart, I know it will succeed, as my past products that had my full attention always caught fire.   People are cruel, and there are a select few I trust that I can see myself enjoying the rest of my life.

8.  What college did you attend? What was your major? I won't tell you exactly where, but I did attend several, and not because of bad grades, but because of life's circumstances I had to move.  I have always wanted to help people express their ideas and dreams better so I have committed to doing just that.  Imagine a world where everyone could effectively communicate their desires, where every dream could find its audience? That’s the world I seek to create.  I am always surprised how people shy from their hidden desires and thoughts, where I tend to express them freely, and I feel that the people that are attracted to those thoughts will gravitate towards me.  I did major in Engineering and Finance, a dual major.  I am about 3 classes short of finishing my dual major, but simply stopped because school burned me out, and the end of my college career, I was offered a lucrative job in Manhattan for over $65,000.  At 20, who could turn that down?  I figured I could always finish at night school, but in the end, my experience was worth more than the degree.

9.  Did that twins scene really happen? All I can say is hell in a melon is a true story.

10.  You say Jake is a demi-character? how much of you is in the character? I get asked this alot, and I laugh it out, and recently have answered, "How much of Walt Disney is in Mickey Mouse?", or "Do you ask Kermit the Frog is Jim Henson in you?".  Let's say all the childhood blogs are very true, and the adult stories are pretty close, but it is fiction, and of course the names are changed to protect me.

11.  Are you really a Dom? Yes, in RL, and currently have no SUB.  Not looking at the moment, as it takes a special kinda someone who can deal with a writer, a sex writer, who is tweeting and networking sexually with the world to promote this book.  Perhaps when this project is done, the one who can bear my emotions and up and downs, will be there.

Anything else, feel free to ask me, I'm an open book ;-)


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Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Jake Furie Lapin: Dolce Vita Part 1

When I headed to Dolce Vita that evening, I needed to unwind. I’d been working hard and also thinking a lot about that redhead from the website: the one with the sky-high legs. I’d been fantasizing about fucking her: feeling her mouth on my cock, then running my palms up her smooth, long thighs to her warm, wet pussy before entering her. When I’d mentioned the bar to her it then seemed natural to go there myself, later on. I knew she was wondering why I hadn't replied to her last message, but I had my reasons. There were a few things I needed to sort out first. There was something about her that demanded my attention, but other matters were pressing.

I positioned myself near the bar and started casually chatting to a pretty, young blonde, who was wearing a filmy, almost see-through white top and green skinny jeans. She was cute but a little bit too vacant and ditsy for my taste, so I occupied myself with practicing my charm offensive and seeing if I could get her to offer me her number. It happened within ten minutes. Too easy, too easy. I thought, and sipped my drink, feeling a bit bored.

That’s when I noticed the two women. They were sitting together, near the wall. One was very voluptuous and dark-haired, wearing a slinky little ensemble that showed off all her assets, perhaps a little too much. The other had long, auburn hair and was dressed in a striking red wrap dress. I was intrigued; why did they both look so familiar? The redhead reminded me of the woman from the website, but I had never really seen the online woman’s face clearly. The legs matched, though, that was for sure. I could imagine running my hands over for days on end. I remembered my fantasy of fucking her and immediately felt my cock get stiff.

The dark-haired girl looked familiar too, even more familiar than the redhead, but I couldn't quite place her. I must have been gazing at the two of them quite intently because they suddenly started whispering to each other and smiling. Before I knew it, the redhead was on her feet and came over to where I was standing. I was sure she was going to initiate a conversation, but she actually walked past me and into the ladies room. Hmmmmm.  I turned my attention back to the curvy brunette. She was openly checking me out, even running her hand slowly over her thigh, toying with the hem of her skirt, while her eyes invited me to fuck her. Her legs were parted slightly, invitingly and I could see that she wasn't wearing underwear. I could also see clearly that she was glistening wet for me. She smiled openly and tossed her hair. Where do I know you from?, I thought. It was right there at the edge of my mind…but right before I figured it out, the redhead came out of the bathroom and came up to the bar to order a drink. I heard her order a dirty martini. No way. The same drink as the online woman? This was getting weird. I had to talk to her, so I forgot about the brunette and moved over to the redhead.

And that’s when I saw it. She was wearing the necklace. It was the same white gold and ruby pendant that “K” from the website had worn. The dirty martini, the pendant, the sky-high legs – it was her, without a doubt. She was even sexier than I’d imagined, but I could see that she was a little bit shy, too. In that moment, I decided not to reveal who I was. I would play this out and see where it went.

What happens next with Kelli, Jake and Nina? You might be surprised…check in for Part 2 soon!


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Monday, February 10, 2014

MHS Pourri: Why I Decided to write again

Since grammar school, I always had a love for reading.  Back in those days, the reading that we did was basically confined to the Bible, with the same stories repeated over and over again from kindergarten through 8th grade.  I have vivid memories of asking my teachers questions about the meaning of certain passages; I would even ask the priests when we were forced to attend masses.  The most common answer I was given to my questions was “There are certain things you will never understand, and we just have to accept them as truth.” 

In earlier grades, I accepted that answer, but as I grew older, I questioned things more and more.  I found it suspicious that when it was convenient to them, that was the common answer.  I realize now that in reality, they had the same questions, but were just too scared to explore them.  I almost had to trick the nuns at my school into answering the questions, by asking them in a lawyer-like fashion. One of the famous questions I had stemmed from the book of Genesis, in which there is a passage that says “sons of God saw the daughters of men….” (Genesis 6:2).  I asked, “Who were these ‘sons of God’?”, since men and sons were clearly used in two different contexts.   The nuns would tell me that ‘sons of God’ are the angels. 

“Ahh”, I said.  “And the next line says that the sons of God saw the daughters of men were beautiful, took wives for themselves of all whom they chose…sons of God came in to the daughters of men and they bore children..etc. These children were giants, etc. So are you telling me that the angels had sex with human females?”  Again, the answer was, “There are some things that can’t be taken literally or some things just can’t be understood or God’s knowledge is vast and beyond our comprehension”. 

Hmmmm.  So at that point in my life, probably around the age of six, I decided that most people are full of BS, and that almost no-one could be believed.

It seemed to me that the only answer was: read, read, read, write, comprehend, and make your own conclusions.  In this spirit, I started writing early, in high school, mostly about the pains I suffered in my early childhood, and early teens. 

When I was 22, I worked as a waiter in a small food chain, probably one of the best jobs I ever had in my lifetime.  One day they asked me to watch the parking lot, because I was probably the fittest and strongest of all the waiters.  I sat in a booth, listened to the radio, watching, and I heard an advertisement for a song-writing contest.  I entered one of my songs, and four weeks later, I was told that I won the contest and received $500.00 (the equivalent to a full month working at the restaurant). Little did I know, I had released the rights to the song, which was bought by an alternative music band, which in turn, made it to the top 10 songs for the year.  They made millions, I made $500.00.  I felt cheated, and knew then that life was full of money-hungry people, who are not concerned about other’s well-being.  For those who are wondering, I can’t say the name of the band or song, as to this day I am under a gag order, but I can talk about it. 

That experience left a bad taste in my mouth, and I stopped writing for years.  Then a few years ago, I found my now moldy book of writings, and it brought a smile to my face, as well as a renewed joy. I am older and wiser now, and have gone through more pain in my life than anyone can ever imagine or dream, so I decided that this was my time.  That song that was robbed from me was a lesson, one that now translates into the present. 

Then a few years ago, I found my now moldy book of writings, and I smile about the joy it brings me. I am older and wiser now, and more pain has gone through my life than anyone can ever imagine or dream, and so I decided, this was my time. The robbed song that I wrote was a lesson for me now. The lesson I learned taught me that I wasn't meant to be a writer then, I was meant to tell a story now, about life, about sex, about business relationships, about personal relationships, about love, and about honor


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Kelli Lemberg: The Deflowering Part 2

Prom night finally arrived. I had never felt more beautiful or excited as I left the house. My dress was shimmery, blue, and off-the-shoulder, and I pinned matching flowers in my auburn ringlets. I paid more attention to my make-up than ever before, smoothing on shimmery blue shadow and pink lip gloss.

When Paul picked me up, though, he gave me a quick looking over, and then waved me into his car. Before we’d even gone a block, he handed me an open beer, while we were driving.

“Paul…I…won’t we get in trouble?” 

“Don’t worry about it, hun. Tonight we’re gonna party!”

I don’t remember all that much about the actual dance. I know that Paul and I did dance together, but what I remember most is the number of drinks that he brought me. There were chaperons there, but Paul had a big plastic bottle full of vodka that he’d snuck in, and he kept adding it to the punch. I had never really been drunk before, and it really snuck up on me. Before I could slow down, the room was spinning and I only remember snatches of the conversations I had with people.

Before I knew it, the night was over. I wasn't really aware of what was going on, but I remember that Paul came up to me and grabbed me around the waist from behind, nuzzling my neck.

“C’mon, babe…let’s go out to the car.”

My memory of what followed is blurry, even to this day. That night, while I was almost too drunk to stand, Paul took my virginity in the back of his Thunderbird. I remember a sharp stabbing pain, and that he was rough with me. I know now that his roughness was due to his own level of inexperience, not because of any malice.  It was almost date rape, but not quite, because I do remember petting heavily with Paul in the car and then him asking me, “Wanna do it?” I answered “yes”, although in retrospect I didn't really know what I was doing. Also, I genuinely liked Paul. He was handsome, popular, strong…all the qualities that appealed to me.

Afterwards, Paul drove me home, gave me a kiss goodnight, and left.

We ‘went steady’ after that. Sex with Paul was a huge disappointment to me, though. It didn't improve much after the first time. He would thrust into me a few times, roughly, then cum within a few minutes. It was very mechanical. All the dreams I’d had as a young girl about romance and tenderness began to disappear.

I would have broken things off with Paul sooner rather than later, but a few weeks after prom, I realized that I had missed my period. A test revealed that I was pregnant. When I told Paul he was white-faced with fury, but to his credit, he told me that he would support me and the baby if I decided to keep it.  I did want to keep the baby, but our parents put a lot of pressure on both of us NOT to get married and seek an abortion. We talked about it, and decided to keep the baby, as my parents were very strict religiously, but Paul's parents disowned him and me.  So six months after prom, we tied the knot in a little ceremony in front of the justice of the peace. Three months later, our first beautiful daughter, Kaitlyn, was born.

Those early years were rough; Paul and I both had to delay college in order to eek out a living. Paul worked nights as janitor and days as a line cook, as we tried to save money.  My parents helped me watch the baby, and help pay for me through college, as it would be obvious I would be the bread winner in our marriage. Eventually things did get better but I’m not sure that he ever really forgave me for getting pregnant.

And the sex? Nothing much ever changed there, either.

Learn more about Kelli and her experiences in the next blog…


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