He picked up the dry-cleaning and did the shopping, he was an awesome cook and gave me long massages when I was tense, and he really seemed to enjoy giving me invigorating (even sexy) foot massages when I'd been on my feet all day.

And we were getting married! I just couldn't wait.

We're having a big all-out church wedding, we both have big extended families, and even with the moms helping it was way more work than I'd realized. I was major stressed over all the details.

Cool thing is our parents got along great, they share many charity and country club memberships and stuff, they fell right in, and my five older brothers-yeah I know, talk about spoiled, everybody says that okay?-and his four older brothers and sisters were all cool and we were going to be one big happy family soon enough.

We'd all done church groups and youth choirs and I'd coached a lot of girl's sports too, so we chose my church. It had always been my dream to get married there.

But the great news, really great, the best part was my best friend Lydia was coming in for my wedding!

Wow I couldn't wait to see Lydia. We'd been best friends ever since we were freshman roommates in college. We became inseparable best friends almost immediately, I guess since neither of us had sisters it just grew like that.

Oh I wasn't sure at first. I could see she was well-off, turned out her dad was extremely wealthy, and you could tell by the clothes, jewels, but yet she wasn't smug and self-centered at all!

And I also knew from the first minute we'd have noooo problem getting male attention.

Now I can say without vanity that I definitely hold my own in the looks department. Blessed with long blonde hair, perfect skin and the all-over tan I work hard to keep up year-round, with hazel eyes and a body I've worked out at the gym or in my parents' basement since I was 14, I had no problem getting the guys interested. Super-Fox is what Tommy's oldest brother calls me.

But Lydia was in a different league. Stunning, drop-dead stunning, with long really thick jet black curly hair with that wild look to it, those deep blue eyes and perfect California tan, she was a couple inches taller than my 5'7" and guys froze in their tracks in front of those long, toned, perfect, gorgeous legs. They flocked to her like moths to a flame.

I'd always had steady boyfriends but Lydia liked to play the field. She dated lots of guys, really nice ones, but never one for very long.

I guess that's because she was a genius. No, for real, officially. She'd been a musical prodigy.Piano at age four, violin at age 6, we both shared a love of classical music she taught me all I know about it

But her real love had been filmmaking and broadcasting. The marriage of music and film. That was her major in grad school.

Oh and a fascination for psychology, she majored in that too, just amazing. Get a degree in something almost in her spare time!

She'd gone on to not only compose many beautiful pieces of music but started (with Daddy's money) a film production company that specialized in travel shows for cable television.

Every now and then-we didn't watch much TV-we would see her on the tube, hosting some cable channel show,narrating in a bikini walking down some beautiful beach, clubbing at night laughing with the tourists, exploring architecture.We've seen her in front of the Pyramids. Everest.

She was always lovely, self-posessed,well-dressed, beautiful.

She'd always loved to travel. She used to talk me into Spring Break---I didn't want to---but we would end up baking on some beach covering each other's backs in oil and laughing that we wouldn't have to buy a drink all trip. And we didn't!

And now after many years of just Christmas card letters and birthday phone calls she was coming to the wedding!

She'd RSVP'ed only for one, guess she wasn't seeing anyone who could get away,but the really good news was that after I called her to break the big news -and boy did I shock her, she acted really surprised, speechless for a second---she said she'd be out before the wedding! To help out, she said.

She was due in less than a week, awesome!---and then double back on wedding day. I couldn't believe someone so busy would be here for me. My Lydia.

We talked for hours. I told her how tired I was with all this planning, and running my advertising business too ( now 30 employees and the whole floor of a posh rennovated office building downtown). Wow the years fly.

I told her how we were honeymooning for a whole glorious month in Tuscany, the French and Italian Rivieras,with a week-long wrap-up in St Lucia.

I told her how I just couldn't sleep from nervous tension, she knew I really took care of myself, ginseng,vitamins,and she laughed and said a 'care' package was on the way.

Sure enough on Sunday-must be nice to be able to afford private messenger services-a package arrived from my sweet wonderful Lydia.

There was a homemade CD with her latest orchestral compositions, some tapes and DVD's of travel shows all about where we were going---how cool!---and the sweetheart put two bottles of herbal capsules in the box too.

I couldn't tell what they were, it was just Chinese writing,but the post-it notes she stuck on them said one was for sleeping better and the other for memory and alertness. Excellent.

She also said these tapes and DVD's were what they call 'rough cuts'-not the final version you see on TV, but what is all compiled first. I put her CD on the stereo low (Tommy hates Classical, but of course he rolled his eyes and smiled and didn't say anything,I love him so much), and after a wonderful dinner Tommy cleaned up and we snuggled in front of the tube.

I couldn't believe the haunting beauty of her music. After a few minutes Tommy actually turned it up. Long slow passages then thundering crescendos, wow it was just riveting. Glorious.

And Lydia looked so so perfect in the videos, the years had only enhanced her loveliness.

I saw what she meant by rough cuts, every now and then a white flash would appear across the screen, like in those old black-and-white movies when film editing was primitive, and sometimes the audio would go so low you could hear something but not make it out then it would boom and we'd have to lower the volume.

But I didn't care. The beautiful white sandy beaches, the wonderful scenery and architecture, her fun and intelligent commentary,oh man what a trip we had in front of us!

We spent the whole afternoon and evening riveted to the screen.

I still felt tense, especially after talking flowers and limos with my mom for frigging HOURS, jeez, ,so I tried one of the herbal sleep capsules and boy did it kick in.

I started getting drowsy, Tommy took one too, and we finally put Lydia's CD on our Sleep Timer clock radio and went to bed.

Boy did I sleep great!

But I had the most intense vivid dreams. In fact I dreamed very very intensely about an incident I hadn't thought of in years.

It was the only 'wierd' moment that we had that happens from living with someone else college-dorm style.

I remembered in our first semester, I know I was still a freshman, my boyfriend at the time was off to ROTC and I'd planned to study all weekend.

Lydia kept badgering me to go to a sorority party and I finally gave in just to quiet her down and not hurt her feelings.

I hated those things, especially this sorority with all the rich girls, I guess that's why she had so many friends there. We were best pals but funny thing is we never really socialized together.

Lydia's friends were more like those Hollywood rich kids you see all the time on the tube. I wasn't comfortable with them really. She knew.

My hometown high-school Student Council and church youth group-type-friends (I'd coached every girl's sport, played in college too) bored her pretty quick, hey we'd laugh about it when it was just us.

I went of course and it was exactly as I figured. Crowded and loud, with kegs of cheap beer and that unmistakable smoke in the air. Lydia passed me one as she introduced her friends, they were all very nice, and I took a little puff to be polite.

Wow this wasn't what I'd tried once or twice before! It hit me like a rocket. We were talking and just laughing about everything and I remember someone noticed a cute guy and I said something and one of her friends said, 'well won't you share?" and they all laughed.

But like most non-partyers, I drank way too much way too fast.

After a little while Lydia was nowhere to be found and I was thoroughly trashed. I stumbled back to the room hoping to not pass out or see Security and I remember distinctly just pulling my boots off and hitting the bed before I passed out.

When I woke up early the next morning, Lydia was sleeping next me totally nude in that tiny little single dorm bed under the cover and all I had on was my panties and bra!

Well needless to say I leaped out of that bed with a loud:

"What the F%^& !!!"

Really shook. I never use the F word but I had a trucker mouth that morning wow!

But after we went to breakfast I was okay. Lydia said she was so bombed she simply thought she was getting in her own bed, she couldn't even see when she got in she was so gone. Wasn't that smoke something major or what? And since she clearly remembered waking up hearing noise in the night ,we figured I must have gotten up to undress because I couldn't sleep.

She was totally embarrassed, she looked so worried and shocked and contrite I almost laughed, and it was all forgotten. I admit it was a little wierd for awhile, but it was clear she liked guys, it was just innocent. Dorm life.

I hadn't thought of it til now but it was so vivid in my dream. Even though I knew somewhere deep in my mind that Tommy was next to me, it just felt so intense that in my dream it was Lydia's soft beautiful body next to me.

Gently there next to me, not asleep,no not asleep at all. Her smooth warm body spooned into mine....

I woke up groggy and very horny, it's just like that sometimes boy was I ready, I got over being grossed out by my dream, but how vivid it was, and secretly quite deliciously intense. I didn't think about that.

Lucky for me Tommy was excited too. He had a massive thick hard-on and when he woke we started making love.

I went to get on top but instead he pushed me down and we did it the old fashioned way. We hadn't done that since just after we started dating.

Normally I didn't like it but I was tired and it felt so good to just feel him driving into me, thrusting sweet hard driving force into me. Good not to have to think.

I just felt kind of meek, it felt right to give him what he wanted. To be a good girl for him. I let it wash over me. How good it felt to let go, to give myself. I really was a Good Girl.

He exploded intensely but even though it felt wonderful I just couldn't come. I guess the positioning, or maybe the rush. Even after I pecked my happy man on the cheek and sent him on his way an hour later I tried briefly to just finish it but I couldn't do it.

I was still groggy, so I tried one of Lydia's memory pills boy did it work. I suddenly felt a calm clarity just washing over me, well mentally anyway.

I was still tingling and I was edgy and calm at the same time when I got to my office.

I felt so far away. Disembodied. I kept thinking that Lydia being here will make it all right.

I floated through the streets and actually felt high, like I'd smoked in my dream and gotten high now how weird is that?

I determined to forget all this and get to work!

Instead, a gentle ripple went straight through me when I walked through the front door and noticed my delicious little secretary Francesca.

Delicious?

Well whatever wow she looked great today. Hadn't she been in my dreams?

She had one of those small petite round voluptuous bodies with huge round breasts that men love, but a body that could go fat if you didn't keep at it.

But she kept at it and the sweet delicious little thing, well, she just looked great today.

I'll bet the men loved the way her nipples stuck out from her very ample soft tasty-looking breasts, that long thick curly hair (brown, not black and perfect like Lydia's) hanging down around that round little kissable face. Where was she in my dreams? I know she was....

I didn't do much and at lunch instead of working out I went to one of my favorite shops.

The slinky tall redhead was there-I was hoping it would be her, I mean, I like her taste, she's my favorite,she's so cute--and she modeled several pairs of knee-high black shiny leather boots with pointed toes and heels.

God could she prance that delicious little slutty ass around, yummy little tart, she knew what to do. I could tell she enjoyed it too, it felt good to just let go and watch her and not think about it.

I bought them, along with some short skirts that would work with them that I knew would fit, popped another memory pill and headed back to the office.

All day I'd felt intensely sexy,so sensual.

And I didn't mind.

Life is a delicious feast, isn't it? Sex makes it spin. Women admire women so what?

I felt so alive walking through the downtown crowds. Like I was a cat in the jungle, like underneath all this civilization we're just animal bodies taking and giving what we need and when we need it, like I could take or let it be known I wanted to be taken and we all belonged naked all the time -and all the rest was all a sham...wow weird!

Okay Okay. Tonight I'll take what I've learned from these ladies and apply it to remembering what men are admired for!

Well you should've seen the look on my pretty little Francesca's face. She was so surprised and amazed---she looked at me quizically for a long minute, but obviously happy.

I said quickly, that I felt a good boss treats her people right, she works hard, but certainly can't afford shops like this, and I just wanted to do something nice.

She was all smiles and very sweet. Still surprised as she walked out with a big happy smile. She beamed.

And I knew she'd wear them for me-for me?-tomorrow. I was getting wet thinking about it, fingering myself under my desk for a long time. But no relief.

Delicious little slut. Underwear optional Frannie.

Well okay, stop, enough. Dammit why can't I come and feel some relief?

Stop looking at delicous women of all things and start being one I thought!! Start by going home early and finding that man of yours.

All day I felt more and more separate from my surroundings, like I was taking a tour of someone else's life. Like I had to remind myself of our address, who those people out there are, what they do.

Decided to leave early.

Instead of heading home though I remembered that there was a little strip club near Tommy's office that Tommy's pals were going to take him to for his stag in two weeks.

I told him I'd think about it (meaning NO) so no plans were made yet, I figured I love him should he get a kitchen pass? I'll check it out to see.

It was just as I expected. A dark, cavernous place none too clean, filled with men, I settled in the back for a very quick bottle of water.

I couldn't take my eyes off the intensely sexy sizzling big-busted platinum blonde gyrating wildly on stage. Wow what a body.

The men were hypnotized as she swung around this brass pole, like from an old firehouse, swinging like an acrobat. I'd never seen such hot moves.

God DAMMIT she's a delicious little slut. She loves to tease doesn't she? Yup, she knows. The Power. She knows.

Who's really taking the pleasure in all of this, her or them? God how hot. The men pretended to be nonchalant, nice try,but how they stared!

And I never knew these round tables had pits in the middle. Tall, thin, very young looking women with lots of tattoos and piercings danced for the men and I loved how they drove the big apes crazy.

One table had paid for two girls to dance together and I couldn't not focus on how really delicious it was to see the two slim little sluts kissing, fondling, and getting into it.

Of course I was disgusted but hey they really were touching and caressing each other weren't they? Anybody could see it wasn't all for money, it wasn't just a show for the men for those two skinny little bits of jailbait.

Those guys eventually---wow three drinks later, had I ordered three?-left and so did I. I suddenly felt creepy and any of my employees could wander in here! Well I'd explain, but better not to have to, owner or not.

I couldn't wait to get home and jump my Tommy's bones, what a day. Maybe I'd even pay those two delicious little wenches to dance for him in a couple weeks, I'd rub his dick while we watched together, oh it's harmless guy fun I could see that. He'll get his pass.

And I'll like having them with us, won't I? Wish I hadn't left so early.

And I thought: what if I come out for him?

Up on that stage.

I'd crook my finger, call for him, his friends hooting and staring.

Crawl to me up on this stage, little boy. Come to me on your knees with money in your mouth. Beg for it like you should.

Lydia would be there too, yes it wouldn't be right if delicious Lydia weren't in the audience.

I found a pile of still-frozen food on the counter when I walked in, as horny as a sailor and in no mood!

But Lydia's music was playing-hey he did like it!---and he was watching the Tuscany video intensely.

I did an 'Ahem!' and he jumped up startled, kissed me and started fussing with dinner, talking all about Tuscany.

We almost burned it watching the awesome beach scene in St Lucia after, but we managed to wolf it down before settling in with the French Riviera for the night.

He went on top again-what was up with that?---but I certainly didn't want to stop him.

I fantasized to try to have an orgasm, pretended he'd thrown me on to the floor of that bar after I'd danced wildly for him.

He drove into me ferociously and I think I came-almost, a little---but eventually he fell asleep.

I made a mental note to call the OB/GYN next day.

I took two of the sleep thingies-what a day---and went blissfully out.

Dreams.

So real.

I kept dreaming that I was back in that dorm party, but there was a table in the middle with a pit and I was dancing for everybody, driving them wild in my hot stripper dance while they screamed and hooted and threw money.

Then I dreamed that it was really a costume party. Everyone was dressed up. I was in a sexy little French maid's outfit, eyes were on me and it felt good but my eyes darted around in panic. I couldn't find Lydia.

All the other girls would look me up and down, tweak a nipple and smile because they knew I liked it, and then suddenly Lydia appeared and I fell on my knees before her and the others.

I woke up in a sweat, panting a little, so turned on I had to have it now. I started playing with myself furiously but when I saw Tommy's huge cock (he was still half-asleep) I figured it was time to give him what he gives me.

I told him early on that I absolutely would never put it in my mouth, how gross, all the guys tried but I wouldn't, never ever, don't ask.

But laying there...in the quiet, the jungle all around us still asleep, sheets stuck on my sweat, I started touching it.

Just a little, he liked that,that was okay, gingerly stroking it...

He roused to being fully awake to find me kissing his big hungry delicious engorged cock, licking, and when I licked around the tip he moaned.

He shifted slightly, took my head from the back and I'm not sure but I think he called me his bitch under his breath and soon that hot streaming cock was in my mouth.

God it felt so good feeling him want me, so this is why girls do it, to feel their man wanting them. Your bitch, baby, yeeessss...ummm, yes.....

To really feel that powerful desire, the feel of a virile juicy satisfying throbbing man. Get it all dressed up and ready for you.

All yours baby but first let me show you how I dance for you, let me show you and I swallowed every drop of his salty come just like sweet little delicious Francesca would do if she were here.

Maybe those two skinny little dancers will pass this ape dick back and forth and use it for their pleasure like I sure was, while Francesca ate me out. Naked except her boots. How does it taste baby? Delicious like you?

He fingered me furiously and I faked it just to send him off happy. Capital H, no problem.

The ride to work was a blur, I don't even remember it. My head was spinning.

I took two memory capsules and felt much better.

God I was alive. Razor sharp. All in focus. Taking and being taken. Like on a hunt.

I was filled with tension, I could pop like a taut wire, but it felt good dammit so good too. Wired. Coiled. Strong.

Ahh....and then I saw my yummy delicious little bitch Francesca.

My juices started flowing, oh she'd worn it all right.

Wow.

What a sexy little love-muffin, the boots, the short skirt that showed that tight ass just swishing back and forth, back and forth,she'd make a thousand a night if she strutted that stuff on that stage.

I tried not to stare and quickly shut my office door, peeking out just now and again.

I called her to compliment her she thanked me again glad I liked it.

I fingered myself wildly under the desk again---had I called the OB/GYN? What had she said? Better call again, mental note---and I went at it but finally I just didn't get there.

I ground my ass into my chair and took another memory cap and started to, finally, relax.

One of our best clients was in that day so I had to be a good girl. I'd worn the short green party dress I never wore for work but today it felt right. I tried not to shake, wasn't easy.

We set up in the conference room, Francesca kept coming in as I'd call her in, let's keep forgetting something and call her again shall we?

And when Mr. Simmons, gray at the temples, distinguished, tan and good looking with his full head of gray hair, pillar of the community, came in we chatted and got down to it.

The work came automatically and I couldn't hear any change in my voice but my mind wasn't on it. I felt ready to scale a building. And make all the boys on the top floor very happy. Show them how a delicious little cat does it.

There was a bowl of fresh fruit on the table.

I wondered if Mr. Simmons' new wife---his fourth, younger than me, big old jungle cat he was---crosses her legs like this when they're at home?

I swung my chair to face him and took my good old time eating a ripe banana. Dress hiked way above my knees, top button unbuttoned. Shoe dangling, leg slowly bouncing up, down, up, down.

His eyes could've lit a Christmas tree.

Want to see me dance sugar daddy? Just put a dollar in your mouth little man. You don't have to buy me a Mercedes to gout with you. Just show me what a big cat like you really wants honey is that so bad?

And he was happy to sign for another year in record time. Mission accomplished.

Lydia was coming in tomorrow! My day here was done.

I went shopping, the day spa, I had a wonderful afternoon thinking of Lydia. Delicious sweet Lydia.

Had I called the doctor? Took two more caps.

When I got home Tommy said another video came from Lydia. I couldn't wait. I ordered a pizza while he rewound the Riviera tape, what was he doing in just his boxers?

The pizza boy was really a girl with short-cropped blonde hair and no makeup, cute, in guy's clothes. I took my good old time getting the money, invited her in. I liked the way she was standing in the corner, well well, nowhere to run sweetie how about that?

I pretended to drop a dollar just to feel her eyes on my sexy ass, pushed the money into her hands as I squeezed them and said we'd see her soon....she looked nervous, as she moved quickly out the door I thought, come back honey, we're all friends here. Got any smoke?

Lydia'd sent a tape of her new house! Well we'd call it a mansion, God must be twenty rooms. She looked so deliciously mouth-watering gorgeous in this slinky almost see-through satin pantsuit with flared wrists and ankles and sexy high heels.

She was talking directly to us-how sweet!-and I don't know who was running the camera but my dad takes better home videos.

There were lots of those white flashes and audio problems, and at one point the camera focused on just Lydia's mouth while she mouthed words but with no sound-must be trying to focus---well anyway must be an intern cameraman. We chuckled at that.

Her round red lips on our big screen moving slowly, her tongue licking those delicious lips....like some dumb artsie movie right?

She took us through the various rooms, all the beautiful Victorian furniture, antiques, talked about where she found this vase or that table, the paintings, what a place! We watched it four times.

That night I didn't know what was dream and when it was real. I dreamed I was naked at the sorority party but it was in the jungle, we were in huts, treehouses, naked like animals. Covered in oil, tasting each others' delicious bodies in the heat.

And I was on my knees and I could only get my clothes if I asked very nicely and Lydia said so.

Then in the bar.

Lydia watched with approval as I danced like a wild insatiable tease around a pole for the others who couldn't turn their stares away from me in the smoky crowded room.

Then Lydia smiling, approving, joining me in that pit in the round table, she and I dancing for them, for us.

I woke up like I'd never slept, and drenched in sweat.

I fell to my knees my robe open as Tommy walked out of the shower, and, not even surprised, like he expected it, he smiled, crooked his finger, opened his robe and I sucked him dry in a bucking frenzy.

Sent him off to work so happy I thought his eyes were actually spinning.

I stayed dry the whole time too, lucky me. Why hadn't my OB/GYN called back?

Lydia was coming today!

I ignored the feeling that I was so coiled I could pop, wow was I tense. The wedding. Business. God I could really pop right here I was tight, shaky.

I dressed very carefully, glad I'd hit the spa yesterday.

Took a long bubble bath.

Eventually I looked in the mirror, checked my long blonde flowing hair, the perfect all-over tan.

I'd slid into a new tight white micro mini-dress, white stockings and real garters, matching shoes and accessories.

Perfect.

I was hot. Absolutely mouth-watering delicious. And I knew it.

And I liked it.

I didn't remember the drive to Lydia's hotel, I couldn't think. I was filled with a smoldering heat, like fire was ripping through my veins instead of blood.

I sure got a sweet little ripple straight through to my pussy when the men eyed me up and down as I walked through the lobby to the penthouse suite.

I swung my ass just right. Drool for it boys, let's see you beg.

I felt like a little girl standing in front of Lydia's room, so small. I unbuttoned the top two buttons of my dress and I licked my lips as the knob turned.

The oven inside churning heat.

Magnificent.

The door opened, and it all came flooding through me.

Oh my.Yes.

Magnificent.

I threw myself into her arms before the door even shut in a tight tight hug, she felt so soft and wonderful. I could smell a garden in her hair and a light lavender perfume all around her.

We stepped back to look at each other, still holding hands. Huge smiles.

She was wearing a tight micro mini dress like mine but black and kind of lacy around the edges, long smooth exquisite legs bare in open-toed high heeled sandals. Her jet-black mane of wild long hair didn't need those diamond earrings to shine.

She glowed behind those piercing blue sparkling eyes and I noticed the deep red of her finger and toe nails matched her lipstick. Was that a gold toe ring? And gold ankle bracelet?

We hugged again and she took me by the hand down the little steps to a velvet couch. No stair machine makes an ass like that, I thought.

I suddenly realized this huge suite was in a Victorian style like her video. She laughed and said it was her favorite style in several homes.

We made small talk about Tommy and the wedding but all that felt far away. I actually forgot some details, my sentences would just trail off, man was I shaky. Jaws all tight like the rest of me.

It was all I could do to not just melt in this delicious infernal heat gushing through my whole body. Like a furnace between my legs, all the frustration like water pushing at a dam.

I took her hands in mine, we sat on a red-velvet love seat.

"Lydia I've missed you like you wouldn't believe so so much. I need you here!"

"I'm right here Jen," she said softly, dazzling white perfect smile, our knees touching.

She squeezed my hand, gazed at me intently, her lips so red and succulent as she spoke. I thought of the TV screen with those pouty ruby red lips...

"I'm here baby," she said softly. Smiling wider now.

"And seeing you is soooo delicious!"

I was dizzy, spinning.

God I was sweating and gasping and I just couldn't take in all of her, there was too much of her, too radiant, I loved her so, I wanted to please her so much.

"Lydia please! Let me stay with you wherever you go please please don't go away from me! I've never stopped thinking about you, Lydia I need you please please...I don't know what I'm saying please ....." I shook my head, could feel tears brimming. I was on fire.

."Jen darling," she cooed. Face drawing closer. "What is it you want?"

She stroked the side of my face, sweat all around my forehead.

"What do you need delicious delicious Jennifer my love, hmm?"

I started shivering, shaking, tears flowing. I couldn't speak. Heat. Heat.

She put a forefinger under my chin, lifted my face, and our lips locked in a wet sweet warm moist delicious tongue-swirling kiss that must have lasted a full minute.

All the frustration of the last week poured out in flooding torrents as I felt her soft hands move over my body, her lips covered my face in sweet light kisses. Tongue snaked around mine again and again.

I took her hands and kissed each finger lightly, sucking on the tips and making little circles in the palms with my fingers. Her fingers tickled my thigh and I finally felt the unmistakeable feeling of coming...but not yet...not yet...

She stopped. Dammit don't! I squirmed. Heard a little moan come out of me.

She stopped, took my face in those beautiful hands and bored into me with those shining eyes.

"You ran away from me once Jen. Will you run again?"

"No Lydia! Oh how I love you Lydia please I just didn't know,wouldn't let it,please let me serve you Lydia let me please you! Please let me! Serve you in any way! I'll be a good girl I will!" I was crying.

It all spilled out and we kissed again even more deeply, her hands freely roamed my body and slid the straps off my shoulders and her warm tongue swirled again and again around mine. Fingers grazing so lightly so lightly my stiff nipples.

She suddenly stood over me and looked down.

I felt a foot tall under those eyes, I so wanted to be a good little girl, all of me just melting away in searing fire. I fingered myself.

I was shaking, my panties were soaked, waves went though me straight to my pussy and I tasted salty gushing sweat on my lips.

She looked down. And I couldn't turn away. I was lost in the sea of those blue piercing eyes.

She held my face again. Spoke so quietly. She dried the tears with her fingers. Her face was more serious now, affectionate. Voice soft.

I'd never ruin anyone's happiness Jen," she said softly."You're safe baby. We'll talk later," she said. "No more talk now."

She turned and walked toward the bedroom.

I slid down and followed her on my hands and knees, eyes glued to her delicious ass under the snug clingy dress swishing left right...left right, oh God...

She turned and looked down, hands on hips.

"Who do you belong to sweet delicious Jennifer?"

"You! I...uh,oh....God, I....uhhhh, Lydia please I,I...." Stammering. I was stammering.I really couldn't talk. Like burning hot boiling steam all around me.

"Beloved. " she said softly,tenderly,stroking my hair. Gazing down at me. Into me.

I watched her red lips moving, God I was exploding, river torrent gushing gushing....

"It's all safe my delicious Jennifer. Nothing changes. There's a great new video piece I just did we'll all watch tomorrow night at your place baby," she said, now stroking my face

Assuring me, all sex and play now, lust in her eyes.

I had no idea what she was saying or why. Yet a profound sense of relief washed over me. Something far away, vivid but distant, all dim way back in my mind in a deeply felt relief.

"Now..." she paused, hands on hips, stern now,"are you delicious for me?"

"Yes!" I screamed. "Yes!!"

Right now I needed water in the desert, high-noon desert sun and it was only Lydia that could quench it.

She paused. Her stare enveloped me. I shivered intensely, my legs on fire.

Then she flashed that dazzling smile and lust and mischief came back into her face. Her hands were now on her hips. Still standing over me.

Where she belonged. She was magnificent. The taker. No more talk please no more talk....

The smile was full-on radiant now. She pushed my face into her stomach and I kissed her through her dress.

I could see her hungry look again searing me like a branding iron, where she looked it burned all the more, her eyes roamed over me in the heat of truth, Lydia is what Life is. Come to me Lydia summon me.

"I love you I'm your servant please Lydia!" I cried, grabbing her arm." I can't live without you !"

Panic rushed through me, like the dream where I was naked and couldn't find Lydia anywhere.

Shaking, almost yelling, "Please! I have to be with you always Lyd...PLEASE!"

"Shhh," she said, shushing me with a finger over my lips.

I stopped. Good girl. Quiet. Shivering harder, afraid.

She bent, kissed me again.

She took my hand and we stood, my dress fell to my ankles and I stepped out of it.

So hot so hot so hot. Safe inside the heat....

With one hand she guided me into the bedroom, moved the other hand up and down my ass as we walked slowly and she held my hand and pulled me along.

I would've fallen if she hadn't held me up as we got to the 4-poster bed. I was in a 200-degree lavender cocoon of Lydia, there just was nothing else, the day world all pale and shallow. Pretend....the plastic fake world all pretend. I can't live there. Lydia doesn't live there. My beloved Goddess....

She hugged me to stop the shaking.

She kissed me again, sat me on the edge of the bed, gently lifted my bra off. Gazed at my stiff round breasts.

Crooked her finger and I lifted my legs. She slowly slowly caressed the stockings down my legs, her warm hands like electric touching me like sparks and fire and shock, then ripped the panties down quickly.

Ripples of orgasm surged through me at her touch. More hunger. I grinded my ass into the bed.

She stood over me now, slid off her shoulder straps and let her dress drop to her ankles. Kicked it away. Standing over me now in just her heels.

She gazed down at me filled with lust now, a predator. Hunter. Taker.

God how I loved that, so deep in her own need. So deep in her taking what she needs.

I came just seeing it. Grinding away, oh thank God I could come again and again I knew I'd explode...

She sat at the desk chair, and extended her right leg.

I slipped immediately, reflexively, to my knees and started kissing her juicy little feet and toes, first one, then the other, than both pushed together.

I kissed each toe and slipped her slippers off licked the soles of her feet she giggled and I sucked each toe like a little cock.

I caressed and licked and nibbled and kissed my way slowly up those endless smooth spectacular long gorgeous legs.

She mewed and moaned softly now as I got closer, her voice deeper, I was pleasing my Lydia, showing her I was a good girl. Good good girl for you Lydia.

She stood again stepped into the shoes and I looked up at her radiance. She put her finger under my chin, lifted, I gently kissed her pussy just once. She lifted me by my chin to the bed.

I slipped back prone against the pillows and she was on me like an animal in hot fever, hot hot fever grinding trying to weld us into one, melt me to her.

She grinded her pussy into me and pushed my face into her perfect breasts while she drove me into her waiting tongue. Biting my nipples.

I was delerious, exploding orgasm after orgasm but they brought no relief, more hunger, flowing torrent, God I was burning up and evaporating it as quickly, just wanting more. Her fingers were in my pussy, driving me crazy.

This is how the jungle is, the strong take what they want in the burning heat and the weak give it. Beg to give it. Live for the strong ones to TAKE IT!

After more tongue-gushing kisses she reached up I felt her hands on my wrists, heard the metallic click of the handcuffs.

Oh God.

I struggled briefly, fought the panic, then.... Okay, not only not a bad thing,I was amazed how good it felt to be tied down.

Nowhere to run. Thank God....nowhere to run.....Okay....

She slid her fingernails down to my underarms and I squealed in delight, begging her to stop tickling but not wanting her to. I giggled and thrashed and she loved it.

She finally slid to my ankles and fastened those.

Bound and helpless in glorious surrender, she tickled my feet relentlessly, laughing a deep lust-filled throaty laugh now, superior because she was she was take me, grinding her pussy on to mine, and I squirmed and squealed so hard I thought the posters would break.

She swung around, her face at mine from the side.

She said softly, huskily, "Jen" into my ear. Heat, God the hotness of it.

I opened my eyes, blurry, all fuzzy, I saw her red lips directly in front of my eyes.

"Delicious" she purred softly.

I exploded in another shivering shaking orgasm and she sat on my face and I drove my tongue into sweet nectar, her pussy gushing and my tongue gentle at first then furiously swirling.

She screamed in joy, riding me faster and faster, gushing sweet sweet honey all over me.

Liberating me. Free at last. Free Free Free.

Taking me to the different world I lived in now.

Not the one superimposed on this one, the one you live in, oh no, no no not the same, not the same, a burning hot jungle world is this one I live in now.

And then finally, finally finally finally, her head went down from above me, over me, I felt her wet hot tongue in me, she swirled it expertly around my clit and I exploded in such a powerful river of climaxes and orgasms grinding my ass into that bed that they were streaming one after the other and I was bucking wildly and so was she.

Finally.

I was floating...

Floating.

I didn't have a body anymore.

Just floating in the lavender cocoon of Lydia.

Free. Floating. I could fly.

No not in your world. The blue sky world no no no.

Across the hot dark ominously grey jungle world sky. As the monsoon pours rain sending gushing sweet wet relief, and I flew through it...free.....

And all the while the red lips in my mind's eye and in my head beloved Lydia's voice saying,"Delicious.....Delicious...."