So I’m chillin’ out maxin’ relaxin’ all cool at Desire’s place while she’s off at work for the moment. (I know, work on Good Friday?? I’m a Jew and I understand the dumbness of that!)

I was up early yesterday and then to bed early and up early again today. I already managed a nice hot shower and some snuggles with the cat. I figure I’ll do my hair at some point and eat my leftovers from last night before heading over to the hotel. It’s nice only being 15 minutes away instead of 4 hours…

Can I talk for a minute about my morning yesterday? It was a rotten, awful morning. First I woke up at 7am because my roommate’s new boyfriend was leaving and I woke up, but I was less cranky about it than usual for some reason. I dunno. That wasn’t the bad part though. The bad part came when I looked in the mirror a little while later and saw my eye was pink. Wait- extra crusties that morning and a hot gooey feeling in my eye? D’oh! Pink eye!

I was annoyed to say the least. Pink eye the day before Winter Fire! Luckily I woke up so early because I was able to hop over to the school health center and get some antibiotic eye drops!

Then shortly after that I got into a nasty tete-a-tete (I wish I knew how to do accents on a Mac- too lazy to find out) with someone that left a nasty taste in my mouth. It was really quite…traumatizing. Let’s just say, it’s the next day (at only 11am) and I really wish I was wasted. Or high. Maybe both.

Because it was the last thing I needed before Winter Fire (as my head has just barely been in the weekend) so the only way to really get on quite quickly was to numb myself to it. It’s the only way I’m able to function (read: leave my bed).

I’m also thinking that maybe there isn’t a Beatles song for everything.

Originally I thought of posting this video (We Can Work it Out), but how I really feel is more along the lines of this:

So seriously- me drunk now please.

I was watching that Luke Wilson and Uma Thurman movie today about Uma being a super-hero and a crazy ex girlfriend (and I’m too lazy to IMDB search for the title) and I heard this song played during the credits and I really liked it.

The artist was Donovan Frankenreiter.

Weird name, I know.

But if you like Jack Johnson, you’ll like this guy.

So here for your enjoyment, “It Don’t Matter”

Everyday people like, you and me
Just want to live naturally
Time told you, and you told me
Nothing gonna get us down
Can’t you see

I said
If it don’t matter to you
It don’t matter to me
If it don’t matter to you
It don’t matter to me

People all around
Making sounds and all kinds of noise
If I could only get there
Then I could enjoy
Who they trying to be
Who they trying fool
Lets change the mood right now
Turn down the lights, its time to cool it down

If it don’t matter to you
It don’t matter to me
If it don’t matter to you
It don’t matter to me

Yesterday and what we could be
It don’t matter
Getting more of what we don’t need
It don’t matter
Everything, unless I’m with you
It doesn’t matter to me, no

Bring it on down, bring it on down to me
Sing it on down, sing it on down for me
Sing it on down, sing it on down to me

If it don’t matter to you
It don’t matter to me
No, no, no, no
If it don’t matter to you
It don’t matter to me
Mmmm hmmmm

I said
If it don’t matter to you
It don’t matter to me
No, no, no, no
If it don’t matter to you
It don’t matter to me

Sometimes it don’t matter to me
Don’t matter to me

Shortbus is on DVD now!

Admittedly, I missed the boat when it came to Shortbus. Hey, I’m in Jersey! It didn’t make it out to here. So maybe it didn’t make it to you either. If so, get the DVD!

(And if you feel like throwing a copy my way, go ahead! My birthday is coming up and all… 16 days!!!!)

It was another gorgeous, sunny, August day. Probably the 10th in a row, at least. I stood at the top of the beach with my chair and beach bag in hand, scanning for a spot, preferably close to the water.

I found an opening large enough for my one self and weaved through the families to stake my spot.

I opened my chair and draped my towel over it. I exchanged my glasses for my sunglasses and slathered on my sunscreen before laying back and relaxing.

The woman next to me had her radio on and I smiled when it played a bunch of Janis Joplin and Bon Jovi.

That reminded me, I needed to download some Bon Jovi before Jefferson and Mitzi came down.

As I watched the waves, I pulled out my little lunch box cooler and took my chipwich sandwich I’d packed in ice and ate it quickly before it could melt in my hand. But once I finished, I decided I was thirsty. I grabbed my money and headed all the way to the snack stand, but half way across the sand, my feet were burning and I wished I had worn my sandals.

I raced across the rest of the beach and hopped from foot to foot on the hot wood walk way as I was stuck behind slow people.

As soon as I got to the shower area, I stood in a puddle and let out a big sigh of relief.

With my root beer in hand from the concession stand, I quickly made my way back to my seat.

I checked my clock, and I still had over an hour before I wanted to leave to get ready for Jefferson’s.

I avoided the water that day as it looked a little nasty (actually uncommon for my beach).

Instead, I just turned on my iPod and did some writing for the blog until it was time to pack up.

Showered, dressed, and packed up for the night, I headed to the train station and rode into the city.

When I get there, Jefferson and I retired to the bedroom almost immediately. We undressed and climbed into bed together.

Jefferson took me in his arms and kissed me deep, holding my face in his hands. I pushed him onto his back and straddled his hips, leaning down to kiss him. My hands ran over his chest and arms as I ground my pelvis against his. My breathing labored as I got more and more turned on.

For some reason, the foreplay was especially hot that night.

“I want to fuck you now,” Jefferson told me.

I climbed off of him as he grabbed for a condom and laid on top of me. He knelt in front of me and pushed inside me, making me moan. Once inside, he leaned down close to me as he pumped in and out. I groaned each time he thrusted into me and rubbed against my g-spot.

The tension built in my body as Jefferson continued to fuck me. Soon my orgasm took over and my nails dug into his arms as I cried out.

He kept fucking me, and soon I’m cumming again, even harder.

He relented, pulling out, and we cuddle together, deciding on dinner.

“So, I have some pasta I could make, or turkey burgers…umm…I don’t have too much though,” Jefferson said, listing some things.
“What about pizza?” I suggested.
“You know, I was thinking that myself. We can go get some slices.”
“Cool!”

We dressed and walked awhile, trading car accident stores and others until we got to a pizzeria. We ordered our slices and picked out our drinks and sat at a table outside to people watch as we ate. After eating and talking for a nice long while, we make our way back home to finally finish Blue Velvet.

Once back at the apartment building, Jefferson paused to check his mail and was pleased to find some bacon from his Bacon of the Month club.

Sweet, breakfast.

We undressed and climbed into bed and settled into the rest of the movie.

“We already saw this part,” I pointed out.
“Oh, we did? Well, this is a good part, so let’s watch it again.”

I shrugged my shoulders and settled into the crook of Jefferson’s arm.

“Is it almost over?” I asked, getting a little ancy.
“Yes, just a few more minutes.”
“Good, cause I wanna fuck some more,” I grinned.

As soon as the movie ended, I leaned in to kiss Jefferson. I climbed on top of him again and laced my fingers in his above his head.

I kissed his lips, cheeks, and neck, gently sucking and nibbling until he was reaching for a condom. He got on top of me and pulled me to the side of the bed. He slid into me, my legs thrown over his shoulders, and I moan as he pumped in and out of me.

He looked down at me and I smiled at him. My ankle rubbed by his cheek and he turned to kiss it. He took my big toe in his mouth, gently swirling his tongue around it. I closed my eyes again and sighed a contented sigh.

He leaned over me and took me close in his arms. I felt my cheeks flush as his pelvis rocked against my clit, bringing me closer to orgasm. As the waves took over my body, I heard Jefferson moan in my ear as my pussy clenched around his cock.

As I caught my breath, he slowly withdrew from me and tossed his condom. We got under the covers, Jefferson turned out the lights, and we fell asleep with me tight in his arms.

The Tuesday following my shopping trip with Chore Boy just so happened to be my debut at Jefferson’s biweekly bisexual orgies. But I’m skipping over writing about it because, well, because I feel like it. I’m sure Gabriel (whom I met that night) might be a little disappointed, but I’ll get to our night in time…

But as the events so happened to play out, I didn’t get to spend any time with Jefferson. So I was aching hard for him.

My weekend plans having gotten canceled, Saturday night became our date night. (Day 1).

I was in the mood for something intense, and let him know this ahead of time.
“Remember how intense my birthday was? Kick it up 10 notches…”
“You want intensity, huh? Maybe I can manage that” he responds.

I drive myself into the city that Saturday, arriving at Jefferson’s at 7.

I knock on the door and a smiling Jefferson appears. I walk in and we kiss hello.

As I set my purse down he says to me “Make your self comfortable, I’m just going to go shave my stubble.”
“Aw, I don’t mind stubble,” I say rubbing his scratchy cheek.
“Well you might against your pussy,” he says rubbing his cheek against mine.
“Mmm, yes. Go shave,” I laugh.

I watch as he retreats to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. A moment later I hear the water running. I help myself to a glass of water and rest on the couch listening to the radio and watching the sun starting to set.

A few moments later I move to the bedroom, undress and slip under the covers.

It isn’t much later before Jefferson emerges from the bathroom.

“I was hoping to find you here,” he says entering the room.
“Well, it didn’t make sense to sit on the couch all clothed. And why are you still dressed?” I ask.
“I’m getting there my dear,”he says pulling his t-shirt over his head and dropping his pajama bottoms on the ground.

I pull back the covers as he crawls into bed; I slide my body into his arms and he holds me tightly, his tongue exploring my mouth.

We break apart and look at each other.
“Mmm, I missed you,” I tell him.
“I know. Me too baby.”
We spend a few moments just holding each other and touching, enjoying the company.
“Baby I love how you touch me.”
“Good, cause I don’t plan on stopping,” he responds.

Jefferson then throws back the covers and makes his way to between my legs leaving kisses and bite marks in his trail.

A patch of skin on my stomach makes its way between his teeth. I squirm under him, trying to endure it. I focus on controlling my breathing until I’m at the point where I can stand it.

Jefferson, sensing this, bites harder.

I buck and yell under him until he releases.

But just seconds later I’m moaning as his tongue makes contact with my exposed clit. I relax into the pillows and run my hands through Jefferson’s hair. I think about grabbing my camera and taking a picture for me to enjoy, but decide against it, not wanting to distract him.

I feel his fingers enter me and start rubbing at my g-spot. My hips jump up and I start moaning louder. My pussy clenches tighter around his fingers as he pumps them faster. His mouth moves from my clit as he looks up at me. My fingers replace his tongue and I rub furiously, cumming loudly. He keeps fingering me, adding a 3rd finger.

“How’s that feel?” he asks me.
I nod my head “Good.”
“I’m going to try 4, ok?”
“Mm-hmm” I shake my head yes.

He inserts the 4th finger and I moan loudly, feeling so full and stretched.

“Still OK?”
I nod my head.
He thrusts gently, making me moan and buck.

As I’m panting, catching my breath, Jefferson withdraws his fingers and his mouth moves taking my nipple in his mouth. He sucks gently before biting down. I moan and grunt, my body writhing underneath. I thrust my chest up, trying to release some tension, but with no luck. He releases only to take my other nipple in his mouth. My nails claw at his back, pleading for relief.

His jaw slacks leaving me panting, my chest heaving.

“Fuck me¦please!” I beg him.
Jefferson silently grabs a condom from the nightstand and stands pulling me to him.
I watch as he forcefully enters me making me moan loudly. His body is silhouetted in the darkened room, lit only by the last remaining light from outside and the city lights. It’s perfect for a picture, but the camera’s too far away.

My hands go to my thighs, holding them back to allow Jefferson deeper access. He grabs my legs to steady himself as he thrusts into me. His hand comes across my left cheek hard three times and moves to my throat. I watch him as he takes what he wants from me, me giving it freely. His left hand lets go of my leg and grabs my wrist, pinning it to the bed above my head. His right hand follows shortly.

He leans in closer to me, fucking me harder and harder. He’s making what I call his”fierce fuck face”where he looks so intently at me, head cocked to the side, and he sucks in a cheek. Mmm!

He lets go of my hands and holds my face, kissing me deep. My fingers immediately go to my clit and quickly produce and orgasm. Jefferson withdraws and climbs on the bed and grabbing me to adjust. He enters me again and fucks me full force.

His hand moves to my mouth; his fingers probing and exploring. His hands hold my mouth open wide, stretching my jaw, and he leans close spitting into my mouth (hey, we swap spit with kissing, so it’s not that odd). He does it again a few more times before inserting 2 fingers for me to suck on. He adds a third and I suck on those. Then a 4th and my mouth is really full. He sneaks his thumb in there but it stretches my jaw too wide. It hurts too much so I tug at his hand, needing him to take it out. He gets the signal and withdraws his hand. I clench my jaw just to feel it closed then I keep moaning from the fucking.

Our fierce fucking eventually makes its way to gentle love making. Jefferson holds me close for awhile as we silently gaze at each other, our bodies gently rocking.

At some point he pulls out and I groan, stretching out my legs and move to take a sip of my water.

‘So, it occurred to me when nervous cute boy was here that you’ve never seen Blue Velvet,”Jefferson says to me.
“How so?”
“Well, when I wanted to sing into a lamp, you didn’t get it.”
“Oh.” Still don’t, lol.
“So I thought we’d watch that tonight if that’s Ok with you.”
“Of course!”
“Would you care for some popcorn to go with?”
“Ooh, yes!”
“Well, I’ll be right back then.”

He leaves to get the popcorn and I pop in the bathroom before meeting him in the kitchen needing to refill my water. Ok, that’s a lie. I wanted a kiss. Lol.

We retreat back to the bedroom, popcorn, bourbon, and water in hand. Jefferson pops in the movie and we settle in close under the covers, the popcorn bowl between us.

I take a bite of the popcorn as the opening credits start rolling. It’s a little over cooked, and I smile to myself, but I don’t say anything and just put any really gray/brown pieces in a tissue next to me.

“Just so you know though, we’ll have to stop for SNL. Kevin Spacey is on tonight for the season finale,” Jefferson warns me.
“Oh I love Kevin Spacey!”
“Me too. He’s so handsome, I’d totally fuck him.”
“Me too! We should definitely do a threesome!”
“Right?” he says, laughing.

We watch the movie until 11:30 (not finishing it, and leaving a very odd movie’s ending up in the air!) to turn on SNL. We laugh to Kevin Spacey and the other skits, I do little dancing to Nelly Furtado, and we argue over who’s better: Letterman or Leno; we settle on Connan.

When SNL ends, Jefferson asks me “You’re not really going to go all the way home now, are you?”
“Not if you don’t want me to,” I say.

I certainly wanted to stay, but I wasn’t going to just invite myself.

“No, I want you to stay,” he says to me.
“Yay,” I say smiling.

Jefferson shuts off the TV and turns off the light. I turn to my side and Jefferson spoons me tight from behind. I hear him drift off first, but I’m not far behind as I fall asleep to the sound of his steady breath and the city sounds from outside.

While many people marched in the Great American Boycott across the country, I was settled cozy in Jefferson’s bed surrounded by 4 very handsome men.

Last night was of course the Bukkake Party you’ve all been anticipating. Well, I have at least.

My day started early that morning around 9:30 (I’m 20- that’s early…). I woke up to finish some revisions on my English papers to turn in at my last English class of my college career! Very exciting. I end up finishing around a quarter after 12 with 40 minutes before class- excellent! I head out, stopping at the campus bookstore to get a folder to put my papers in.

After a short class, I head back to my room to prep for that evening. It was already 1:30 and I had to work fast to catch the 3:18 bus. I hop in the shower to wash my face and shave my legs. After I dry off I apply a liberal amount of vanilla (not coconut, dear) lotion to my legs, feet, arms, and torso.

When I finished I stood in front of my closet to decide what to wear. I usually wear jeans, so decided against it to change things up. Since it was a gorgeous and sunny 70 degrees, I decided on my cream, cotton sun dress. I dressed in the appropriate undergarments and slipped the dress over my head. Then I pop in my contacts and apply some light make-up, finishing with a few spritzes of perfume. I consider straightening my hair, but due to lack of time, I just pull it back in a tight bun and pin my bangs back.

When I’m all finished, I check my purse to make sure I have my keys and money, then slip in my shoes, grab a jacket for later, and head to the bus stop.

20 minutes later we pull into Port Authority, and I make my way to the subway and hop on the E to 5th Ave to go visit MoMA. I breeze through in a half hour- unimpressed with the collection, and decide to do a little window shopping since I still have a half hour before I need to head back uptown to Jefferson’s.

I stop in Fortunoff’s to check out their jewelry since I like it so much. I don’t expect to buy anything since I’m in so much debt, but I see this ring. This beautiful blue topaz ring. And I’ve been wanting a blue topaz ring for almost 6 months now, but I’ve just been waiting for the right one. And that was it. It was a beautiful deep blue, rectangle cut stone, set in this beautiful 14k yellow gold band. Now, normally I hate yellow gold, but this setting was so beautiful. It was all carved and had a few tiny diamonds in it (a whole .09 ct! lol). It was just stunning. All for the low price of $298. Which, is in reality, a really good price. It’s just money I don’t really have. Oh well. “I’ll take it!” I tell the saleslady. But I need a size 8.5. That ring is a 6.5, and would become too thin if I sized it up 2 sizes, so I get it special ordered. 4 weeks. Ugh. Well, I’ve waited this long already…

Guiltfuly pleased (total oxymoron!) with my purchase, I head out and quickly breeze through Zara, a store I fell in love with when I was in Paris. There were a dozen+ things I would have bought in a heart beat, so I quickly found the exit. I crossed the block to the subway entrance and waited for the E to go back downtown to grab the 1. But due to “an investigation at Canal St. the E train is operating on 6ave, not 8th” so I had to take the V instead. God I hope the V is going somewhere I’m familiar with….

As I’m standing on the cramped train, waiting for it to go, another announcement comes over the loudspeaker. “Ladies and Gentlemen, the V train will now be operating as an E train. The V as in Victor train will be operating as an E as in Edward train until West 14th.”

Sweet. Now if it would just move!

After the announcement is made, a bunch of people leave and some seats open up, so I move quickly grabbing one. And still we wait! Congestion at the station ahead of us. Fan-fucking-tabulous. After about 10 minutes of waiting, we finally head off. I take it until I transfer to the 1 and get off at my stop. I walk the rest of the way with a quick pace to Jefferson’s building.

I was supposed to be there at 5:30, but don’t arrive until almost 5:45. Jefferson buzzes me in and as I make my way up to his apartment, I start to feel the adrenaline kick in as the upcoming event draws closer.

I knock on the door and Jefferson opens it a few seconds later. He smiles at me making me smile in return. He takes my coat and hangs it up before we embrace for the first time in days. We hug each other tight and I let out an audible sigh. I float away in Jefferson’s comfortable hold. I breath his scent in deep andfind his mouth with mine. We break apart and I smile looking into his crystal blue eyes.

“Would you like anything? Something to drink?” I hear him ask me.
“Water would be great, thank you.”

He goes to the kitchen and returns a moment later with a tall glass of water.
“Thank you” I say sweetly.
“Have a seat, we have a little bit, the boys won’t be here until 7″ Jeffersons tells me gesturing towards the couch.

We chat for a bit about art, writing, penises, sex, and our upcoming event. Jefferson explains to me how he goes about finding the guys. He posted on CL looking for guys to become part of a Bukkake “Club” kind of thing. Guys should be bi, bi curious, or bi friendly so they can all play. Then he screens for cuteness! If we’re going to have a bunch of naked guys jerking off around us, we might as well have something pretty to look at.

“Wanna play a little bit before the boys arrive?” Jefferson poses to me.
“Always!” I reply enthusiastically.

We walk back to the bedroom and he makes a quick stop in the bathroom as I strip. Jefferson comes back to find me laying on the bed waiting for him. He pulls his shirt over his head and drops his PJs before joining me and taking me into his arms. I take his face in my hands and pull him to my lips. My tongue dances with his, tasting his minty fresh mouth.

“Hope you don’t mind the taste of Listerine” he says.
“Nope, takes good- minty.” I say moving to take his neck in my mouth. I kiss my way down his chest and take his cock making it hard with my mouth. After a little bit he sits up and tells me to lay back. He squirts some lube in his hand and starts fingering me. I moan and buck my hips against his fingers. I open my eyes to look at him, enjoying the sight, and getting more turned on just watching him as his fingers fuck me deep. I move my hand down to my clit and produce a body shaking orgasm.

I smile at Jefferson as he grabs a condom and slips his cock inside me. I moan and arch my back up, falling deeper into love with his cock in me. He grabs my ankles and puts them up by his shoulders. He fucks me with long steady strokes, not too hard, we’re only just warming up before the show anyways. My hands go to his waist keeping him close to me. I look up at him- staring into his bright blue eyes. I’m held there by his gaze. I break it a few seconds later taking in the sight of the rest of him, watching his body as he thrusts in and out.

I pull Jefferson down close to me, drawing him in for a kiss.

I suck on his lip and caress his skin as he fucks me harder.

The phone rings, and we think it’s the first arrival, but the call isn’t from downstairs, so Jefferson fucks me more. 5 or so minutes later we get the first call. We break apart to dress and get decent for our guests. Within the next minute, 2 more call and arrive. The first 3 are here promptly, so we wait for the next 5 of the 8 who confirmed.

Before the first one comes up, I step into the bathroom to just freshen up. I hear them come in and I grin at myself in the mirror. I feel the adrenaline really kick in. I’m so excited for this. But not in the least bit nervous! Huh…

I step out and saunter down the hall to the living room.

“Guys, this is Avah” Jefferson says introducing me.
“Hi” I say, smiling at the handsome men.

The three of them take seats around the living room and sit quietly.

I refilled my water as Jefferson got some for himself and a guest.

We sat around, Jefferson trying to fill the silence with some chit-chat while we waited for the others to arrive. We smile at one another during the silence.

We gave it until 7:15, but no one else showed, and we decided we waited long enough. Let’s get this party started!

The boys strip first as we watch.
“Now let’s undress the girl!” Jefferson says.

He reaches down and grabs the hem of my dress, drawing it slowly up my body. It comes all the way up and I help him pull it over my head. I lean against Jefferson as his hands roam my body.

“Come get aquatinted with her” Jefferson invited the boys.

In moments I’m surrounded. 4 men standing over me, 4 pairs of hands running over me. I close my eyes and slip lightly into sub space. (The event will be portrayed as accurately as possible, but I was pretty far gone at some points, so I’m just filling in blanks there).

I reach back behind me and undo Jefferson’s pants. He then pulls his shirt over his head as he instructs me to kneel and suck his cock.

I smile sweetly at him as I get on my knees and take his cock in my mouth. I close my eyes as I fall into a steady rhythm.

“She sucks great cock” I hear one of the guys say.
“Yes, she does” Jefferson agrees.
“Did you train her?” another one asks.
“I wish I could take credit, but I found her like this” Jefferson says proudly.

“Let’s move to the bedroom, shall we?” Jefferson suggests, taking his cock out of my mouth.
“You can crawl back” He says to me guiding me back by my hair.

We all make our way back and Jefferson and I make our way onto the bed as the boys stand around. I lay on my back as Jefferson settles between my legs taking my clit in his mouth.

I look around, at Jefferson between my legs, and the 3 men around me rubbing their cocks.

“Avah’s into the bondage stuff, so you guys could hold down her wrists” Jefferson suggest.

One guy lightly grasps my wrist. No one else moves. Um…ok then, never mind, lol.

I close my eyes just enjoying the feeling of the hands on my nipples and Jefferson’s mouth on my clit and his fingers in my pussy. He pulls his head up to look at me, and fucks me harder with his fingers. He finds a cock next to him and sucks on it briefly. I squirm under him, feeling my orgasm nearing. He sucks hard on my clit and I cry out as I cum hard around his fingers.

Jefferson comes back up and we kiss and smile before he straddles my face and feeds me his cock. He pins down my wrists with his knees. I slip even further into sub-space, and this is where events really get hazy…

I move my head as best I can on his cock, spending more effort running my tongue along his shaft. Jefferson’s hand grabs my hair to move my mouth better along the length of him. One of the other boys’ hand replaces his as Jefferson reaches into the drawer and hear him grab the vibrating eggs. He fixes the batteries before inserting an egg in my ass and one in my pussy. He turns them on and I moan on his cock.

Jefferson pulls out of my mouth and I gasp for air.
“Suck on my balls” he orders me placing them over my mouth.

I take them in my mouth gently sucking on them and running my tongue all around them.

One of the boys grabs my left hand and places it on his cock. I squeeze it tightly and I move my hand along the length of him. Jefferson gets up and turns around, facing the other way, away from the wall and returns his cock to my mouth again. He bobs his cock in and out of my mouth, and as he comes down, his balls cover my nose, making it hard for me to breathe. I cough trying to get air and Jefferson slaps me. God I love that. Is that weird?? lol

“Were you coughing?” he asks me.
“Sorry” I mumble around his cock.

He continues fucking my throat pinching my nipples and giving my breasts hard slaps.

I feel another hand guide my right hand to another cock. I lose myself concentrating on pleasing the cocks around me.

I hear as Jefferson rummages for something else in the drawer.

“She likes these, but can’t take them for too long” Jefferson says as I hear him grabbing the clothes pins. Pff- I can take them longer than a lot of other girls!

He places the first one on my right nipple, but not far enough on, and it pinches me as it slips off. I cry out and jerk tightly the cock in my hand. He places the other one on my left nipple, and I just moan as it clamps down. He replaces the other one and I wince under it’s heat.

“Can you hand me that gold box down there?” Jefferson asks one of the guys. He leans down and hands it to Jefferson. I hear as Jefferson rustles through it. He stops and I hear him open a condom. A second later, I feel something hard and thick pushing into my pussy. The guys hold my legs back and open to get a good view.

Jefferson hands over the dildo to one of the guys instructing him to fuck me with it. He pushes and pulls slowly, and I moan as it fills me deep. I feel Jefferson take the clothes pins off and sigh as the blood flows back in them. The boy fucks me a bit harder, and I grunt each time he enters me.

“Yeah, fuck her deep” I hear one of the guys encourging him.

Soon Jefferson leaves my mouth and leaves me panting for breath. He climbs off the bed and I watch as he takes a sip of water, bring it back to let it flow in my mouth.

I gulp it down, feeling the cool, refreshing water slide down my throat.

“Thank you” I whisper taking his face in my hands and kissing him deep.

He pulls back and I watch as he sit back in the chair to watch for a bit. I smile at him then look up at the guys around me and smile at them. I watch them as they jerk off, my hand still on the one guys. He adds some lube, making it slippery. The other guys follow suit, and soon there’s the echoing sound of the sloppy jerking.

Jefferson returns by the bed, taking the place of the boy between my legs. He removes the dildo and grabs my legs pulling me to the edge of the bed. He pushes his cock in me and I moan loudly. My hands grab at his thighs wanting to keep him deep and close. I wiggle my hips, finding the right angle for him to hit my g-spot. I find the right angle and grunt with each of his hard thrusts.

“Yeah, give it to her good” the guys cheer us on.

Jefferson fucks me hard, slapping my ass hard making me cry out loudly.

I’m hypnotized by the sound of the guys jerking off around me, their hands running over my skin, and Jefferson above me fucking me. As I sink to the deepest depths of sub-space, the farthest I’ve ever gone, I look in Jefferson’s eyes and smile. I close my eyes and let out a little giggle, totally blissed out. I look around wanting to take in the sight- making a mental picture for me to come back to.

My eyes find Jefferson’s again as he fucks me even harder. I feel yet another orgasm building.

Thoughts run through my head: Take me. Anything you want. It’s yours. I’m yours. I …I think I’m…. wait, is that allowed?
My gaze is locked on him as I silently submit and give all of myself to him and his will.

My hand moves to my clit and rubs hard. I raise my hips, holding my breath, trying to draw out the orgasm.

“Come on, come on” I hear. Or is it me?

I gasp loudly and moan as the orgasm rips through me. Jefferson fucks me faster, prolonging the waves. As the orgasm subsides, I feel my pussy still twitching lightly around his cock.

I smile up at Jefferson as he removes his cock from me.

The boys get closer to me, one kneeling on the bed. Their jerking is getting faster, and you can feel it in the air they’re getting close.

“She should be kneeling” one of the guys says to Jefferson.
“On the bed or on the floor?” he responds.
“Where ever.”
“Avah, would you please get on your knees?” Jefferson asks me.
“On the bed or on the floor?” I ask slowly rising.
“Well, I think you’d be more comfortable on the bed.”
“Well, alright then” I say sittting back on my heels.

Jefferson climbs on the bed, bracing himself against the ceiling, and feeds me his cock. The other boys climb on too and follow suit. I look up seeing them all jerking themselves fast and hard, keeping steady with a hand on the ceiling.

Jefferson pulls out of my mouth as I feel two cocks press against either of my cheeks. I close my eyes in anticipation and seconds later, I feel the hot sticky liquid running down my cheeks. Jefferson smiles at me as he rubs the cum into my skin.

The last guy steps closer. “Where should I cum?” he asks.
“Oh I think her lovely breasts look pretty naked” Jefferson suggests.
He positions his cock on my chest and I then I feel his cum on my chest dripping down my breasts onto my stomach.

As the guys cum, the leave quietly to wash in the bathroom. They return only to thank us for a great time before returning to the living room to dress and leave.

Jefferson kisses me and removes the eggs.
“Shall we hose you off now?”
“Sounds good to me.”

Jefferson starts the shower and gestures for me to get in. I step in the shower and follows in behind me. I wash my face, feeling the cum wash down my body into the drain. Jefferson soaps up a poof and gently washes me. I rinse off and we switch places so he can wash. It’s quiet and tender as I come down from the high of it all.

“When can we do that again?” I ask. He laughs.
“Hopefully soon!” he responds. Awesome!

We settle into bed watching a movie as Jefferson feels it’s his duty to introduce me to The Secretary.

“Would you like something to drink? I’m going to have some burbon, do you want any or something else?” Jefferson offers me.
I think about it, but I haven’t really eaten much that day, so any alcohol would hit me kind of hard, and I already walk crooked whenever I leave.
“Just water thanks.”

He goes and returns with 2 glasses of water and a burbon. He takes a sip and lays down as I settle into his arms. I breathe in, memorizing the musky smell of the alcohol.

My hand in his, with his arm around me, and my legs wrapped around him, we start the movie.

The movie starts with Maggie Gylenhhal (however you spell it) with her wrists chained to a bar that is around her neck and performing secretary duties using mainly her mouth.

“Well, now that’s an opening scene!” I say.

The movie moves along and a scene appears where she gathers her tools to cut. I turn my head, not wanting to see it, and instinctively turn my forearms down, hiding them.

Towards the end of the movie, I notice it’s 10:30, and I feel a bit hungry.
“Did you eat dinner?” I ask Jefferson.
“No, did you?”
“No. Are you hungry?”
“Yeah, are you?”
“I’m OK.”
“I’ll end up grabbing something later. Though if I had a good submissive, she’d be making me dinner” he jokes.
“Do you want me to make you something?”
“No, no, I was just kidding. Are you sure you’re not hungry?”
“Well, I could eat, yeah.”
“I’ll make us something- I have raviolis or I could make some tuna on a bagel…”
“Ravioli sounds perfect.”
“Cheese or spinach and cheese?”
“Just cheese.”
“With tomato sauce?”
“Perfect.”
“I’ll be right back then” he says kissing me and getting up.
“Do you need help?” I offer.
“No, you just stay here and watch the movie.”

I hear him in the kitchen running water and putting a pot on the stove. And he joins me back in bed to watch the last 10 minutes of the movie.

We go to the kitchen and find the water boiling. Jefferson adds the raviolis into the water. I pull him close to me and hold him tight. I just love so much being in his arms. We kiss passionately and I feel my hunger for him rising. He’s right here in my arms and I’m still starving for him. I kiss his neck and he moves to mine. He bites down into my shoulder. I press myself closer to him. He moves his mouth and bites down again. I moan underneath him. He goes again, and takes one last bite, clenching down harder as my moans get louder and I squirm under him. He releases and I gasp, looking in his eyes.

“I need to stir the pasta.” he says breaking away briefly.
He turns back to me and we kiss and hold eachother until the pasta is done. He puts the pasta in bowls and gets forks setting them down on the table. I sit and wait for him as he gets drinks. We sit, and chat, eating a nice naked dinner.

We don’t have much time, since I have to leave soon to catch the 11:54 train, the last train back to Jersey. We finish and it’s already after 11. I go to the bedroom to start getting dressed, and Jefferson comes in after with my dress.

That he’s wearing! I gasp in surprise and start laughing!
“Omg! My dress!”
“You like?” he asks twirling the bottom.
“Baby, it’s on backwards” I giggle.
“Oh shoot, I just can’t wear dresses I guess.”

He slips it over his head and hands it to me. I finish dressing and fix my hair a bit as we walk to the living room.

Neither of us really want me to go. But if I don’t make the train, I’d deffinately be spending the night there.

We reluctantly part, a bit comforted by the fact we get to see each other again the day after the day after tomorrow (that would be Thursday).

I walk to the subway stop strolling along smiling brightly. I wait a while for the 1 to go back down to Penn, and get anxious I’ll miss my train.

I eventually get to the station, and with just about 5 minutes before the train is supposed to leave, I run to buy my ticket and get to the gate. I make it onto the train with 2 minutes to spare.

I settle into my seat and go over the night’s events again in my head. I look down at my shoulder, and see Jefferson’s mark still there, and a smile spreads across my face.

“Who says love has to be gentle and kind?”