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He Clicked His Tongue And Shook His Head

2021-01-17T21:47:52Z

JaneHelm302:

Celine lay on the beach, the hot sand warming her through the beach blanket. Despite it's scantiness (most of her breasts and all of her buttocks being exposed to the sun) the swimsuit she wore was extremely expensive, though it had cost only a pittance compared to the gold and ruby earrings she wore, not to mention the enormous diamond on her ring finger. The resort was severely exclusive so there were few others on the beach with her. Despite this a young man in board shorts came walking along the shore. Spotting Celine looking at him through her dark sunglasses he smiled and made a beeline for her. "Hot day," he observed. Celine shrugged. "I understand it often is here on Bora Bora." "True," he said cheerfully. "And the sun can really do a number on your skin. I hope you're wearing enough sunscreen." "Perhaps I want a tan." He clicked his tongue and shook his head. "Bad idea. Sun damage can lead to premature aging. Beautiful skin like yours should be properly cherished." Celine lifted an eyebrow. "I suppose you have a solution." "Well, I could help you apply more sunscreen. Just as a friendly gesture." She kept her expression neutral but gazed at him intently through the dark glasses. Aside from board shorts and sandals (leather, clearly high-end Italian) the only thing he wore was a heavy gold class ring from Yale. He was of medium height and his lithe swimmer's body was in excellent shape, clearly the result of daily workouts. He was certainly years younger than her, though not so much younger she could be his mother. The gleaming smile looked far too perfect to be anything but the product of an expert orthodontist. "Why not?' she said, lowering herself onto the towel and rolling onto her front. "There's a bottle in my bag." She closed her eyes, not worried in the least that her wallet was in the bag as well. A moment later two strong oily hands began giving her a backrub. It was definitely a massage. He kneaded and stroked her skin far more than it would have taken merely to apply a layer of suntan oil. Celine sighed as clever hands worked magic. After a while his hands drifted downward. Since her rear cheeks were largely exposed and thus vulnerable to the sun he had the perfect excuse to fondle her curvy bottom, and took full advantage of this. Celine didn't object, not even when venturesome fingers traced their way into her rear cleft and smeared oil to within a nail's breath of her barely concealed backdoor. Despite this he didn't try to get under her swimsuit, instead proceeding down her thighs, legs, and calves. Celine sighed heavily. He did have very good hands. "Turn over, I'll get your front," he said. He was breathing a little hard, she noticed. Good, she'd hate to think this wasn't turning him on at least as much as it was her. Celine flipped over as instructed. He worked his way up this time, starting from her feet. She had to gasp a little as the hands rubbed her inner thighs and just-slightly-rounded belly. He grinned down at her and concentrated on stroking areas that caused her to react. By the time he got to her breasts any pretense this wasn't sexual had vanished. His hands kneaded her firm tits, pressing them together then pushing them apart. Oiled fingers slid under the edge of the fabric to tease rapidly-hardening nipples. Celine caught at his wrists. "We can't. Not in public." He kept rubbing her tits, hampered only slightly by her grip. "Your suite comes with a cabana, doesn't it? Probably that one right behind you." Celine considered this briefly. "No, I don't like doing it on the beach. Sand gets into all the sensitive spots." "How about in the water, then? No one will see us out there." She gave a little snort. "Have you ever done it like that? Salt water washes away all the lubrication pretty quick. It can get painful for a girl." "Then I guess we better head for your suite." She pushed his hands away and lifted herself up on an elbow. "Pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?" He grinned again. "Yeah, I guess so. Shouldn't I be?" Celine snorted. "You Ivy League boys are all alike, think you're God's gift." He chuckled. "Aww, don't be like that. I'm just trying to make your day less boring." She rolled her eyes. "I should get a little bit of a tan, you know. If I don't come back with one people will wonder what I was doing at a beach resort." "They'll undoubtedly assume you were doing what most women do on their honeymoon, Mrs. Carver." "Most women on their honeymoon do that sort of thing with their husbands," Celine pointed out. He laughed out loud. "Speaking of which, where is the old man? I noticed he wasn't around as I strolled up." Celine grimaced. "He got a message about some business deal, said the call security wasn't good enough here and caught a plane to Pape'ete to handle it." "After only one day on the island with you?" He shook his head. "Guess Daddy isn't wasting any time showing you where his priorities lie." "And what exactly are you doing here, Mason?" He shrugged. "Why, I'm on vacation. I took a guest house a few miles from here. It's not on the beach, so I thought I'd use this one." "And just by chance you took this vacation in the same place and at the same time your father and I are on our honeymoon." "I had a feeling Dad wouldn't stick around for the whole two weeks," Mason said. "Not having time for family stuff is pretty much standard for him. I should know." "We can't keep doing this, you know," Celine said. "I shouldn't have let you seduce me in the first place." "Probably not, but I didn't tell Daddy, did I? I didn't do one thing to derail your plan to enter into divine wedlock with my ridiculously wealthy sire," Mason said. "I saw the pre-nup, by the by. Pretty grim if you ask me. The old man is getting stingier with age." "So I should let you keep screwing me because I'm so thankful you didn't stop me from marrying your father?" "No, I don't expect that," he answered. "On the other hand, you can't deny that you're a woman with a strong sex drive and that I'm a helluva lot better in bed than Daddy. When you come right down to it having an affair with me is probably the safest way you can cheat on him. And you know that in the end you're going to cheat on him, just to have the occasional orgasm." The unfortunately thing was that her husband's son (she found it completely impossible to think of him as her stepson) was quite correct on all counts. Celine sighed. "All right, let's go to the suite, then," she said. [] They stepped through the sliding door into the air-conditioned living room. Mason shut the door and started pulling the curtains. "Do you want a drink first?" Celine asked. "The bar is right over ..." She didn't get any farther as Mason took her into his arms and crushed his mouth against hers. Celine wrapped her own arms around his broad chest and kissed him back passionately. They stood there for a long moment, tongues fencing and hands roving. Mason had applied far more sunscreen than was needed during his massage, so his fingers slid smoothy over her oiled body. Celine pushed her hands down into her lover's board shorts to cup and squeeze the firm muscular buttocks beneath. Mason did not have to make an equivalent effort as her swimsuit left her toned rear uncovered to his groping fingers. Celine felt the pouch that covered her shaved pussy dampen as her secretions started to leak. She pulled her mouth away, breathing hard. "Let's go to the bedroom," she said. He shifted his grip and suddenly scooped Celine up into his arms. She whooped out a laugh as he carried her through the open door into the next room where the king-size bed waited. It occurred to Celine he was carrying her over a threshold on her honeymoon, something his father hadn't bothered to try. Mason lowered Celine onto the bed gently, following her down as he did. They resumed making out, this time undressing each other as well. Both pieces of the pricey swimsuit were tossed to a separate corner of the room. Celine tugged down Mason's shorts and his erection sprang free, proud and eager. The younger man kissed his way down her neck to her breasts and began suckling at her hard nipples. Celine moaned and rubbed his cock with one hand, circling it with her fingers and stroking it gently. It throbbed hotly, hard as steel in a way that her husband's dick never quite matched no matter how much Cialis he took. Of course, the forty-year age difference between the two had something to do with that. Mason shifted upward and straddled her, placing his manhood between her tits. Celine pressed them together and let him fuck her cleavage, the oily sunscreen providing lube. She was proud of the way that her breasts had stayed high and mostly firm into her thirties without requiring surgery as yet. That would come, she knew, but for now she was still all-natural which allowed her to wear the most revealing garments without fear of any scars showing. She was sure her breasts were one of the things that had made her stand out when she was trying to gain Stanley Carver's attention. From tit-fucking Mason transitioned into feeding Celine his dick. She laved the head with her tongue, then as he pushed more of his length between her lips added a hand to stroke the shaft as she bobbed her head to suck the warm meatstick. It was a somewhat awkward position, so after a short time she patted him with her free hand indicating she wanted him on his back. They switched positions and now she knelt above him, dipping down to slurp on his organ. After licking the sides down to his balls and back up again, Celine took his cock in and slowly worked her way down his length until the head was past her tonsils and she'd swallowed every bit of his prong. At this point she rubbed his balls with her hand and began humming, making Mason groan. Celine pulled off his dick, coughed, and then giggled, her hands still massaging his privates. "Bet those younger girls you date don't do that." "Not most of them, no," he replied. "But the real difference is even with the ones who do I'm the one who has to ask before they will." Her hands kept stroking his saliva-slick cock. "So I'm just a dirtier slut than the others, is that what you're saying?" "You're certainly wilder in bed, that's why I keep coming back," Mason said with a grin. "Not hearing a compliment yet. Guess you'll have to work your mouth another way to keep me interested." Releasing his erection Celine lay back on the wide bed and spread her thighs. Mason rolled toward her, slipping his hands under her legs and pulling her pelvis closer to his face. He lowered his head to her crotch and began to lick her pussy. Closing her eyes, Celine ran her hands through her lover's curly hair. Another thing that distinguished Mason from his father was that he didn't mind eating her. Celine wasn't about to push the issue with Stanley; after all, sexual satisfaction was definitely not the reason she'd pursued him. But it did leave her craving oral pleasure, which was one of her favorite sorts of erotic activity. A gap that Mason was happy and qualified to fill. Along with all of her other gaps, Celine thought with a smile. Mason lapped and sucked and nibbled till Celine was very wet, then tongue-fucked her while fingering her clitty as she gasped and moaned her way to an orgasm. When he finally stopped she went limp, panting on the bed as he repositioned himself on top of her. "Mmmm, sure you don't want me from behind?" Celine asked. "I know that's your favorite position." She gasped as he dropped his hips and suddenly drove his cock into her, instantly plunging through the wet opening and sliding half his length into her vagina. "Maybe we'll do it that way later," Mason grunted. "Right now I need this." With a few more thrusts he worked his dick deep into her pussy. Celine wrapped her legs around him and used her head to draw his head down to her breast as he began to screw her with long, slow strokes. They rocked back and forth, her womanhood wet and welcoming, his cock eager and demanding. The scent and sound of their intercourse filled the bedroom. Mason stopped tonguing her nipples and pushed himself back up on his arms to get more leverage. Celine knew what was coming from experience and braced her hands back against the headboard. The muscular young stud began to draw back and ram into her pussy full force now, pounding her like a drum, driving gasps and moans from her lungs. The rate at which he plundered her cunt slowly ramped up until he was driving at her like a machine, their groins slapping together as Celine's moans blended together into a kind of wordless chant. Mason's face twisted into a grimace as his orgasm approach and he tried to hold in back, knowing that if he held out a bit longer they could cum together. Mason groaned out, "Oh fuck, I can't hold it." Just then Celine wailed as her climax hit with perfect timing. Mason groaned again as his dick convulsed and began spraying his seed deep inside the older woman. He pumped in and out a few more times and then sank down, planting his member deep as it continued to spurt out semen into Celine's clasping pussy. Celine took a deep breath and let it out slow as her orgasm faded. She stroked Mason's trembling buttocks as he finished inseminating her, his heavy body pushing hers into the mattress as his cock spasmed out the last few dribbles of sperm from his clenching testicles. [] "So, why did you really come to Bora Bora? I can't believe it was that you couldn't find another girl to empty your balls for you." They lay naked on the bed next to each other. Mason's hand was casually stroking her flanks, his flaccid penis sagging flaccid on his thigh. "Same reason I first made moves on you, really," he said. "You were something of darling Daddy's, and I couldn't help wanting to thumb my nose at him by spoiling you for him." "That's not exactly high praise for me," Celine observed. His hand caressed her breast. "Hey, you're a fine piece, don't get me wrong. You really are hella better in bed than most girls my age, I'd probably fuck you even if you weren't Dad's wife. But I figure you deserve the truth, which is that I showed up here hoping to screw you while you and Daddy were on honeymoon and remind you who the better man is. The old bastard has ruined my enjoyment so many times that being able to screw his wife feels like partial payback." Celine shifted, the better to present her tits to his touch. "I suppose I ought to be happy it's not because you have some kinky ideas about incest. I am your step-mom know, I guess." His hand paused. "I'd actually prefer you didn't remind me of that, it's really pretty creepy when you think of it that way. I'm much rather consider you as a very sexy woman who's just a few years older then me and happens to be married to my Dad." "Good, because that's how I like it too." "Do you mind if I ask you a question next?" Mason said. His hand was back massaging her breast. "Is it about if we can do anal next? Because I told you before, I only did it that one time because you got me drunk, and I regretted it for the next two days every time I tried to take a shit." He laughed. "No, I want to ask you why you went through with marrying Daddy. Like I said, I saw the pre-nup and it's brutal! You get nothing except your personal property if you're still married when he dies, [https://xfaap.com xfaap.com] and in case of a divorce then no matter who initiates it you not only get nothing, it says he has the right to claw back all the jewelry and stuff he's given you as presents. You must be aware he ditched my Mom when she turned 45, right?" Celine shrugged. "Hey, I had a lawyer look at it. She said that no matter what's in there, there's no way he can avoid paying child support. Considering his assets and lifestyle, child support is not going to be chicken feed." "Child support?" "Now that we're married I'm going to have my IUD removed," Celine said. "He can't stop me, he won't even know. In fact, I'm thinking about having one of the local clinics here do it while he's gone." Mason was shaking his head in disbelief. "The bastard hasn't told you, has he?" "Told me what?" Celine asked. "Hey, I've seen his medical record, even if I did have to bribe a file clerk to do it. He hasn't had a vasectomy or anything." "No, Daddy dearest would never risk his vital masculinity by doing something permanent like that. But he's on the board of more than one big pharmaceutical firm, and I happen to know that one of them has been working on a male contraceptive pill," Mason said. "It's not ready for market yet, but I also know that Daddy got them to give him a supply for 'personal testing as part of his due diligence as a board member'; which is full of shit, but it's not like they were going to tell him no." Celine froze. Stanley frequently bragged about how healthy he was, but she'd noticed that recently he'd been taking a pill every morning. He'd told her it was "vitamins." "That son of a bitch," she groaned. "I'm sure in his mind it's insurance. If he decides he wants another heir, he'll stop taking it," Mason said. "My guess is that's what he'll do if I piss him off badly enough." "Fuck! That god-damned bastard," Celine said. "He's ruined my life! I spent the last three years catering to him, buttering him up, telling him what a great man he was! Now I'm going to end up in the poorhouse!" "Being his wife is still a pretty good gig," Mason pointed out. "Yeah, right, until I get a little older and he trades me in for a newer model. You think I don't know he'll do that?" Celine raged. "Even if I somehow keep him from dumping me, he's going to die someday and then I'll be out on my ear, selling whatever jewelry I can wheedle out of him to keep from starving. I didn't have to take Stanley, you know! There were plenty of other old rich assholes I could have gone after. I thought he'd at least be honorable enough to support me and my kid once he knocked me up, now that will never happen!" Celine started to snivel as her anger gave way to self-pity. Mason patted her shoulder. "Hey, hey, don't cry, babe. I hate it when girls cry, it's so ugly. Look, maybe I can help somehow." Celine snuffled back tears. "How? Stanley has you on almost as short a leash as the one he has me on. I know because he brags about it, how you have to come to him for money all the time and he decides whether you can have it or not." Mason grunted. "Very true, it's one of the reasons I dislike the bastard, even if he is my Dad." "You can't help, Mason. Thanks for the offer, but your father has screwed us both real good." Mason perked up. "Hey, that might be the answer to your problem. Yeah, that could work!"

I Had Only Been With Human Women

2021-01-17T20:51:11Z

JaneHelm302: Created page with "Her name was Kaz'na. She was 22 years old. Works as a graphic designer, likes live music, cares about her family. Nothing too unusual. Oh, and she's 3' 9", which is only a lit..."

Her name was Kaz'na. She was 22 years old. Works as a graphic designer, likes live music, cares about her family. Nothing too unusual. Oh, and she's 3' 9", which is only a little on the short side since she was a goblin. A fact that didn't come as a surprise given the vibrant shade of green in her profile pic. That was the first thing that caught my eye. How could it not be? The second thing was her smile and how it lit up her face. But still, even though they had started integrating themselves into human society, there was no way that could work right? And I had heard all of the stories of how goblins were. All those rumors about how they were so...I don't know how to put it...sexually open? They would put out for anyone. Or so people say! As soon as the topic of goblins came up, all of the jokes would start flying, as long as a goblin wasn't in earshot. It was what had kept them in isolation for so long, and it was a reputation they still hadn't managed to shake. And that wasn't what I was looking for! I wanted a relationship! I know, a naive thing to look for in a dating app, but as a twenty something professional in a city this was the primary outlet I had for meeting people. I wanted something substantial, not just some little green girl that would just offer up some no strings attached fun...right? Besides, I had only been with human women, no demi-humans. They popped up rarely on dating sites, but I had still swiped left on my share of orcs, centaurs, beastkin and all the rest...although this was the first goblin I could recall. And there was something in those eyes...A certain light, both welcoming and challenging...I swiped to her next photo, a full body shot of Kaz'na at some sort of outdoor event, tight peach colored shorts and a white crop top baring the slight bulge of her belly and barely concealing the curves of her full breasts. Her arms were arched over her head and her mouth was open in a laugh, I couldn't tell if she was posing or caught in the middle of dancing. I was immediately captivated by her form, she had all of the curves of a human woman just...shrunk. And those long pointed ears, extending a few inches from her head, were actually kinda cute... Before I could even reach a conscious decision, I had swiped right. Whoops! Oh well, it wasn't like she would ever match with me, right? I was only average at best, so anything that relied on a first impression of my appearance would never be in my favor. She matched with me a day later. We exchanged small talk. She hadn't been in the city long, she was the oldest of three, with a brother and a sister, she liked punk music and spicy food. This went on for a couple of days before I worked up the courage to ask her on an actual date. "Yeah! I'd love to!" her response came instantly. My heart flipped. I don't know why I felt this way. I wasn't a kid. I had been on first dates before. It wasn't going to be anything special, but dinner at a local favorite of mine. Small plates, fancy cocktails with silly names. It's a lot of fun. She was still unfamiliar with the area and she had never been. I told her I would need to correct that as soon as possible! And it was still totally casual! So why was I nervous? Why did I change my shirt three times? Why did I scroll through all of our messages, studying up so that I remembered all of the scant details I had gleaned about who Kaz'na was? Maybe it was just because she was a goblin. Maybe that alone made the experience new enough that it put me on edge. I don't know. Whatever it was, I found myself in the entrance of the restaurant. It was ten minutes before we were supposed to meet but she had already texted me 5 minutes earlier to let me know she had grabbed a booth. I made the decision to walk from my condo to help burn off some of my excess nervous energy but I broke into something resembling a half-jog when I got that text. I took a moment to catch my breath before scanning the restaurant for Kaz'na. It didn't take long to find her. That bright green skin stood out among the otherwise human crowd. There she was. Her eyes caught mine and her face lit up. She gave a little wave to beckon me over. I returned the smile and did my best to maintain a steady pace as I walked over to her. "Hey, Kaz'na, I hope I didn't keep you waiting!" Cliche line, but it was my honest sentiment. "Don't worry about it, Jesse! I always turn up places early. And it's actually pronounced "Kahz-nuh"." Oh man, that was something I had completely overlooked. You should have known how to pronounce her dang name! Idiot! I punched myself, mentally. "Oh! I'm so sorry!" I could feel myself blushing. "Don't worry about it! I know it's not a common name around here," she laughed it off. Her voice was bright, with just a hint of that signature rasp that was common to goblins. As I sat down across from her and got to see her up close, I lost my breath all over again. She looked fantastic. Her dark hair was teased in a wave and held by a black band. She wore dark smokey eyeshadow and lipstick and her long pointed ears were adorned with two silver studs near each tip. And that was just her face. My eye was next drawn to the ample green cleavage revealed by the form fitting deep purple cocktail dress she was wearing. I had some idea of her figure from the full body pic on her profile, but seeing her in the flesh was something else entirely. Her bust would have been perfectly fitting on a human woman two feet taller than her. On her small frame, though, they were the stuff of my teenage fantasies. That was all I could see over the table, but I'm sure the rest would have been just as mesmerizing. I thought I was taking a surreptitious glance, but it must have been something closer to a drooling stare. She caught me. Kaz'na brought her arms in, slyly pressing her breasts together. "I know, I might have gone a little overboard. But I've been busy with work and this was my first time out in a while so I really wanted to take advantage of the excuse to dress up. And then I mentioned to my sister that I was going out and she insisted on doing my hair...It's too much, isn't it?" She ducked her head, shyly. "No! It's not too much at all. You look...great. Really!" So smooth, as always. "Aw, thank you. I'll let my sister know that all her fussing wasn't wasted!" "Want anything to drink?" I knew I did. "Way ahead of you!" With perfect timing, a waitress placed a thin tall glass of something blue and fizzy into Kaz'na's outstretched hand. ----------------- "...And I told him, "No, I know how tall I am but I'm pretty sure I'm not a child! And he made me pull out my ID and everything. But like, look at this!" She gestured to her perfectly full figured body. "Like, imagine seeing this and thinking "Hmm...I think she needs a foot or two to be allowed into a club!" I was about to climb up there and slap some sense into him!" She smacked the table for emphasis and I couldn't resist laughing if I wanted to! "Oh my god! I can just imagine you doing it, too!" We were a few drinks in and from what I could tell in my inebriated state, it was going great! Over some delicious pork dumplings and street corn fritters, Kaz'na told me about how she moved her from Gohlmia, the goblin homeland, when she was 6 years old and so she had only faint memories of it. Her family had moved into the city a few months back so her brother and sister could be closer to their school of choice. The town she had been living in was much more rural so it was taking some getting used to but so far she was enjoying the energy of the city. "I know, I must sound like such a hick. But I still can't get over how on any given day there'll be like an art fair or a concert or something totally unexpected! I love it! And I meet someone new every day. I've never seen so many different species. We were just about the only goblin family back home so it's nice not always having to look up when I'm talking to someone. Not to mention that there are actually clothing stores that cater to the short but stacked gal." Her enthusiasm was infectious. I had lived here for a few years and had become pretty jaded to the experience. Where I saw the constant inconvenience of noise and traffic, she saw endless opportunity. "Haha, well I'm glad you're enjoying yourself. Yeah, it was hard for me to get used to it when I first got here, too. But coming from a town so small that everyone knows everyone else it felt kind of...freeing to be somewhere where I could be anonymous. And if I had never moved here I would have never met you." I placed my hand on hers. My hand dwarfed hers. She was so soft and warm. "Aww, that's sweet but you don't even know me." She ran her thumb along mine. "Maybe not yet, but I know I'd like to." "Is that so?" She leaned across the table and her eyes narrowed flirtatiously. "How about we head somewhere a little more quiet and get to know each other better then?" "Sounds good. Have any place in mind?" "Actually, I do! You introduced me to one of your favorite spots so I was thinking I could return the favor. It's a little goblin owned dive bar a few blocks over. I love it!" She squeezed my hand and I felt like I already loved it too. "Oh cool, yeah I'm down to check it out." I signalled our waitress for the check. After the obligatory back and forth, I insisted that I cover the tab and Kaz'na accepted on the condition that she would pay for the drinks at the next place. "Ready to go?" Kaz'na asked. "Lead the way!" As Kaz'na slid her way out of the booth and hopped down to her feet I noticed the full magnitude of our height disparity for the first time. Her head came to just above my belt line. Something didn't add up. I looked at the place where she was sitting and saw a discreet cushion that must have been responsible for allowing her to sit comfortably at eye level with me. She followed my gaze and immediately flushed with embarrassment. "Heh, you caught me. I like to show up early to places so I can ask for a...booster seat," she mumbled to the floor. "Oh, don't worry about it," I brushed it off. "I usually show up early to places because I'll figure I'll get lost on the way." She laughed. "As long as it's not a shock to you that I'm only half your size!" She shoved me playfully as we walked to the door. "You know, I suspected something but I thought it might be rude to mention it!" I took her hand and we left the restaurant. ----------------- On the walk to the bar, I could barely think of anything beyond how good her hand felt in mine. I pointed out other locations of interest that Kaz'na should check out but my only concern was how natural it felt to be walking and talking with her. After a few minutes we arrived at our destination, a red brick building with recessed windows emblazoned with a sign reading "The Gulch". "Here it is! Fun fact, it's named after the owner, Gul'chah. He wanted it to be "Gul'chah's" but after folks kept mishearing the name he decided to just roll with it. So you're not the only one that isn't an expert on goblin names," she teased, nudging me with her hip. "Thanks for reminding me, I almost forgot that embarrassing thing that happened an hour ago." I nudged her back. She led me into the aged establishment and I spent a moment taking it in. It was run down, but in a comforting way. It reminded me of the friends' basements in which I had wasted much of my high school years. It was about half full, with a crowd mostly consisting of mostly demi-humans, many of the smaller varieties. Save for an orc couple in the corner, I was among the tallest people there. We took a couple of seats at the far edge of the bar and were promptly greeted by a bubbly goblin bartender. Her hair was dyed a vibrant blue and pulled back into a pair of long braids. She had a pair of snakebite piercings in her lower lip and a series of rings in each ear. She wore a low slung sleeveless t-shirt that showed off a generous view of her cleavage which must bring in an equally generous boost to her tips. She recognized Kaz'na and introduced herself as Murn'kul, but she went by Murnie. She gave me a quick look up and down and her expression seemed to signify that she approved. I couldn't help but return the favor and give her a quick scan to confirm that if I wasn't already with a beautiful date I could see myself spending some time chatting her up. Kaz'na took the initiative and ordered us two house whiskies. It was my turn to be inconvenienced by the seating arrangements as the stools at the bar were at least a foot higher than I would find comfortable, leaving me to hunch over the bar like a gargoyle. Kaz'na watched me suffer in silence for a moment before she could no longer hold back her laughter. "If you're having some trouble with the seat, there's a lever on the side that can lower it, big guy! Like a salon chair." She helpfully explained in between giggling. A brief bit of fumbling with a creaky lever later, I was now at an appropriate height to resume casually leaning on the bar counter and looking my beautiful date in the eye. "In my defense, I've never seen something like that at a bar!" I said in my best attempt to play it off. "Consider it an example of goblin ingenuity!" She punctuated her boast with a sip of her drink. I followed suit and had to resist the urge to recoil. I was unfamiliar with goblin liquor but it seemed like especially powerful stuff. "Hooo yeah," Kaz'na exhaled. "That's what I needed." "Oh yeah." I suppressed a cough. "That's good stuff." "So...about getting to know each other better. Why did you ask me out?" She shifted towards me, focusing on me with her full attention. "Why? What do you mean?" "I mean...you didn't have to ask me out but you did. What made you do that? What did you want to get out of it?" Her tone was casual, but I couldn't help but feel like I was being interrogated. "Oh...," I thought for a moment. I didn't know that I could verbalize what motivated me to meet up with her. "Well, I thought you were cute and I liked talking with you and I wanted to see you and talk to you in person." It wasn't smooth, but it was the truth. "Aww, you are so sweet. But I feel like there has to be something else. Have you ever dated a goblin before?" She placed her hand on my knee. "Uhh...No, never." "Really, cause I saw how you looked at Murnie just now and I figured you must have a type," she said, in a mock-accusatory voice. "What? Oh, yeah I mean she's pretty I guess but-" "I'm kidding!" She mercifully cut off the apology I was stumbling over. "I know you're here with me. I just wanted to make sure you weren't one of those guys with "green fever"." "Green fever?" "Yeah, you know. The type that will chase after any goblin or orc just because they're "exotic" or whatever." Her voice was dripping with disgust and she took another swig of her drink. "Are there actually guys like that?" "Oh yeah! Like you wouldn't believe. And they have the nerve to act like it should be a compliment! Like, "your skin color gives me a boner, now touch it please!" Ugh!." It was clear by the volume of her voice that the alcohol was really starting to hit her. "Hahaha, well I assure you I am not one of those guys. There are plenty of other parts of you that give me a boner!" It was clear by how easily such a crass joke escaped my lips that the alcohol was also starting to hit me. "Haha! What!? You're so funny!" Kaz'na rocked in her seat from the force of her laughter. "Ha! Yeah, it was just a joke! A real funny joke from me, the funny joke man!" A flawlessly executed escape. "Really? Because I don't think it was "just" a joke. I'm pretty sure I do turn you on." Her voice lowered, becoming sultry and only a touch slurred. She slowly ran her fingers along my thigh. "I don't think you wouldn't have asked me out if I didn't. You said I was cute but I think you meant sexy." "Maybe you're right." I placed my hand on her hip. "You're really good at reading people. But I think you owe me some answers. Why did you say yes when I asked you out? What were you looking for?" I don't know if the confidence I was feeling was natural or due to the goblin whiskey coursing through my veins but I was going to ride it while it lasted. "Ha, oh look at you turning it around me on me! Well let's see..." Kaz'na put her finger on her chin in an exaggerated thinking pose. "I thought you had nice hair and a cute face and you said things that made me laugh. Oh and there was one other thing, but it's a secret!" She moved her "thinking" finger to her mouth in a shushing gesture. "A secret? Are you sure you can't tell me? I promise I won't tell!" I played along with her game, genuinely curious about what secret reason she could have for going on a date. "Well if you promise..." She waved me toward her and I leaned in. Kaz'na cupped her hand around my ear and [https://xfaap.com xfaap.com] whispered, "I really wanted your cock." Her words sent a jolt of electricity through me. I was already at half mast from the feeling of her hand on my thigh but those words got my dick's full attention. "But it's our little secret, right?" Kaz'na sat back on her stool and swirled the ice around in her glass. "I--Uh--I," I had never been given such a forward signal that a girl was good to go. My brain was having difficulty processing this information. I imagine this is what having a stroke must feel like. "Are you trying to say that you're ready to leave? And that we could head back to your place, you know, if I wanted to or whatever?" Kaz'na supplied, with a noncommittal shrug. "Uhh...Yeah, that!" I sputtered. "Then in that case, I'd love to. Oh wait, bottom's up!" She drained the rest of her glass with a flourish and I followed suit. With a practiced motion, she pulled her wallet from her purse and left a few bills, more than enough to cover our drinks and a generous tip and hopped off her stool. I followed after her, trying my best to not step on her heels like an overeager puppy. Murnie waved after us. "Byeee! Have fun you twooo~!" The lilt in her voice made it obvious she knew our plans for the rest of the night. We were only a few minutes walk from my condo. Kaz'na was walking so close to me that I could feel her breasts pressed against my hip. There wasn't much talking this time. I think we were both caught up in the tension of the moment. This morning I wasn't sure what this night would bring. And now I was about to ravage her tiny green body. I put my hand on her shoulder to keep her close. We had made it to the corner across from my building when we were stopped at a crosswalk. Kaz'na took the opportunity to nuzzle into me, which only highlighted how her face was at exactly my crotch level. She looked up at me and I could tell her desires mirrored mine. We were so close to the privacy of my place but I couldn't control myself. I dropped to one knee, tilted her chin up with my hand and kissed her. I was tentative at first. I knew she wanted me but I didn't know how she felt about public displays of affection. Her stance became clear when she returned the kiss without hesitation. Her lips were so soft. I needed more. I slipped her some tongue and I felt hers dance across mine. She ran a hand along the messy stubble that I called a beard. I don't know how long I would have stayed on that street corner making out with her if she hadn't pulled away from me. "Umm..." she took a second to catch her breath. "I think we can cross now." She turned my head in the direction of the crossing light, which was already ticking down from 10 seconds.

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Hi, my name is Laura, Laura Lane. Yes, that's right, L.L. like Louise Lane, except that I'm not in love with a superhero. As a matter of fact, I don't have a love interest in my life at all. I'd been single since the end of my last relationship (go figure). I broke up with my last boyfriend (if you could call him that) three years ago. He was from a 'good family', meaning my parents approved him. Too bad I didn't. From his tan to his perfectly groomed hair to his manners, everything about him was fake. Whenever I met him, he'd plaster a smile, call me 'babe', and place his hand on the lowest part of my back. My marriage with him was being planned among our parents to be a business transaction. A melding of important families. Call me a romantic, but I always wanted to marry for love. They weren't happy when I broke up with him and told my parents I wasn't going to marry him. "Mother, I don't want to marry someone who I'm not in love with. I want to be in love when I marry." "Oh, poor silly girl," replied my mother, "love will come later. You will learn to love the man you marry. You'll eventually have a wonderful life of luxury in your own house with your own servants." Every guy my parents brought around was worse than the last. I've been avoiding them since then. My parents... well, as you might have noticed, they are a sore spot. My dad would have killed for a boy. He didn't get one. Surprise! It's a girl! Since I was a kid, he pushed me so hard, God! He is a partner in a well-known law firm. He wanted me to be a lawyer like him. I studied arts instead. I started formal art training in college at the Art Institute much to my parents' dismay. I paired it with lots of additional classes in figure drawing and character design. I also attended the Concept Design Academy after graduating. I am happy with my job as a concept artist and illustrator, even when it's a lot of hard work. Luckily the effort always feels more palatable when it's something you're very passionate about. My mother is a stuck-up snob. I have annoyed her all my life doing just the opposite of what she wanted or expected me to. She made it very clear, that the man I chose to marry would have to be approved by her. She had already planned my wedding which would be a monstrously ostentatious event at the church my parents attend. There will be hundreds of people there that I don't even know. My feelings and wishes won't matter at all. As you can see, my mother is the main reason why I'm still single. I would rather die than marrying someone she approves. This year I'll be 28 and I'll be another year older and single. My biological clock is ticking and becoming louder by the day. I want what we all want, to find someone to love and be loved for what I am. However, Mr. Right is nowhere to be found. It doesn't help that dating scares me. If love is a game, then I'm in search of a tutorial. My interests are important to me, and finding someone who is like me is really hard. I love dancing. Hiking, bicycling, or doing pretty much all the cool stuff out there. I love cooking vegetarian recipes and listening to World Music. My friends use to say I'm crazy, in a good way I hope. I'm starting to think I'm not compatible with anyone. It's really hard to find a kindred soul. I don't find many people interesting. I wanted to have a family by now. I'm tired of attending everyone else's wedding. My friends are always pushing me to meet someone. Most of them are already in relationships. One day I said, "why not?" So I agreed to be paired with the single weirdo from their work or someone's cousin who just got divorced. Who knows? It could be fun. Fun? Who am I kidding? Dates are nerve-wracking. I'll tell you one of my experiences. I was trying my fifth outfit when I received a text from my date, "Sorry, I'll be 10 minutes late." Two Grey's Anatomy episodes later, he arrived. That was the start of a very disastrous date. After awkwardly stumbling into his pickup truck and landing face flat on the seat, I stuck my hand out and introduced myself. Our first stop was a bowling alley. During the drive, he apologized for being late, while I reassured him that it happens (but usually not two hours!). Upon arriving at the bowling alley, he realized we were the only ones in attendance above the age of 14, so we left the place and he proceeded to ask Siri where to take a girl on the first date. We ended up at Applebee's and I finally got a good glimpse of him. He was the younger brother of a coworker's boyfriend. During the meal the conversation was easy. He talked and talked and I listened. He didn't ask a single question about me. His stories ranged from bar fights to his experience with a hernia he got trying to lift weights. He even showed me the scar. We left Applebee's and decided to go to Sonic for dessert. Making our way through the parking lot he remarked, "Did you see that? All the guys sitting there just turned to stare at your butt while you walked out." Did I instantly feel uncomfortable? Yes, yes I did. At some point, he claimed that it was the best date he had ever been on. Not knowing what to do, I lightly chuckled and stuck a spoonful of cookies and ice cream into my mouth. During the drive home, he mentioned wanting to go on a second date. Again, I stuck a spoonful of ice cream into my mouth. We hugged goodbye and I promptly scurried up my driveway with yet another guilt-ridden spoonful of ice cream in my mouth to avoid a kiss. Dating is going to make me fat. CHAPTER 2 PERCY Hi, I'm Percy. I'm almost thirty and I'm still single. As a matter of fact, I've been single since I left college. I have dated a few ladies, got laid with some of them, but nothing serious. Not even a friend with benefits relationship. I know you must be asking yourself, 'what's wrong with him?' Well, nothing is wrong with me that I know. I'm not Brad Pitt, but I'm not ugly. I guess, I focused on my career and didn't try so hard on relationships. I'm in the construction business. When I first started my career as an apprentice, I wouldn't have guessed I'd end up as a contractor, but I am certainly glad I did. I first picked up a hammer back in grade school. From that point forward, my desire to learn and excel in my trade has only intensified. As soon as I was done in high school, I wanted to pursue the dream of being a full-time contractor. I wanted to become the type of man that people called when they needed renovations or home improvement. All these years, I've been fulfilled with my life as it was. After a long day's work, I felt more like putting on pajamas and crawling into bed than going out into the uncertain and anxiety-provoking world of dating someone. I was fine on my own. It never bothered me to be single... till it did. One day, I realized I was going to be thirty and all my friends were married or engaged. When I visited them, they had their wives, their kids, a dog, while I came home to a lonely place. "When are you going to get married, Percy?" Amanda asked me, she is Joe's wife. Joe is my foreman and a great friend. They invite me to have dinner with them once a week. "I'm not sure I'll ever get married," I said, letting out a long sigh. "Why not? You're a great catch," Amanda insisted. "Because all the good ones are already taken and settled, or committed to someone." "There are millions of amazing single women out there, Percy. My friend Laura is one of them," Amanda smiled at me. I didn't take the bait, "But there aren't millions that are right for me. All the available girls are in the 'no-go' category: ugly, career-oriented, or divorced bitches." "Career-oriented?" Amanda frowned. "I never thought you would be the machist type that thinks that women must stay at home." "I'm not talking about her being employed. I'm talking about women who work more than 40 hours a week. Women who are so busy chasing a higher position in their companies, that they lose track of other things, like socializing, traveling, or enjoying a lazy day." "I get what you mean," Amanda conceded. "If many social studies are to be believed, professional women are more likely to get divorced, more likely to cheat, less likely to have children, and, if they do have kids, they are more likely to be unhappy about it." Amanda was still processing my words, looking for a crack in my reasoning, when my friend Joe asked me, "What do you have against divorced women? Anyone can make a mistake." "I said 'divorced bitches'. You know, the ones that come with a backpack of bad experiences. I remember I dated a divorced woman once. Every decision or idea that she came up with, was because she didn't like how it was done the 'first time'. She made me feel like our entire relationship was be based on how things went with her first marriage. It made me feel like I was a sloppy second. I was especially burnt by her." "I'm starting to see why you aren't in a relationship, Percy," Amanda shook her head. "You have high standards." "Is it bad to have high expectations in a relationship?" I answered. Joe supported me, "I get Percy's point of view." Amanda gave Joe the kind of look that could only mean "no sex for you tonight". "To be honest, I'm very close to giving up finding love, Amanda. In that way, I'll get rid of the pressure of finding anyone," I explained to my friends. "My friend Laura is not like that," Amanda insisted. "You should give her a chance." I knew Amanda would keep pushing till I agree to date her friend. So I gave up, making a mental note not to accept dinner invitations from them in the near future. Every time a married female friend invited me to dinner, I knew she had an agenda. And the agenda usually included some single or divorced woman she knew. "Okay, I give up. Who is this hidden gem?" I said in a light tone. Amanda was not amused. "She is a great girl. She works as a concept artist, set painter, and illustrator. She does a lot of work for the advertising company I work for. She's a vegetarian. Keep that in mind when you chose a place for your date." "A vegetarian artist, huh?" She noticed the expression on my face and quickly added, "She can be a bit crazy but in a good way. She's a great girl. You'll see." CHAPTER 3: LAURA I met Percy at Amanda's home. She made the introductions. Percy had dark hair and was fairly good looking. He didn't look very enthusiastic about meeting me, but he was polite. He took a good look at my clothes. I had dressed in a nice summer dress. Nothing fancy or extravagant. "Laura, meet Percy," Amanda said with a giggle. She was clearly enjoying the situation. "Nice to meet you," Percy held out his hand to shake mine. I accepted his hand, smiling back. "Nice to meet you." We spent the first few awkward minutes doing small talk with Amanda. "My car is parked just outside. Are you ready to go?" Percy asked me. I agreed, took his arm, and followed him. Amanda quickly departed and teased, "Have fun you two!" And she giggled. Percy gained points when he opened the door and held it open while I got inside his car. He drove us to a vegetarian restaurant which had, quite possibly, the best vegetarian cuisine I had ever had. He didn't look like a vegetarian, so I guessed Amanda told him about my eating habits. More points to him for doing his homework. We engaged in the sort of casual conversation most couples endure on a first date. Percy had a nice personality and was easy to talk to. He was nice. I did my best to learn all I could about him. He asked a lot of questions about me and my work and he actually listened to my answers. We found our works had a lot in common. Then, we went to a bar that looked like an English pub. We drank brown ale, which Percy explained to me was sweet and low in alcohol. We played darts, and we challenged each other to a contest. I had a lot of fun. He later drove me home and kissed me on my doorstep. A nice kiss, I must say. After the kiss, he gave me a curious look. "You're not quite what I was expecting." "No?" I replied. "Is that a good thing?" He smiled. "Yes, it is." A-plus date all around, a true gentleman, great company and conversation, and we tried something new. I'm not sure what I loved more, the amount of laughing we did, or how relaxed I felt with Percy. I was able to be myself to my fullest. It surprised me how easy it was to talk with him. There goes my theory about having to go on seven dates with seven different men to find the right one. As soon as he got home, he texted me to tell me how great of a night he had with me. He added he couldn't wait to see me again. I texted him back telling him I felt the same way. Throughout the next week, we texted back and forth every day. "Don't get too clingy", I said to myself. "He is too good to be true. Wait till you find the skeletons in the closet." We dated three more times and I found no skeletons at all. He was kind, caring, smart, and easy-going. That was the beginning of our romance. We started going steady and, one magic night, we had sex for the first time. The more I got to know Percy, the more I realized what a special guy he was. When I was with him, he made me forget the world around me. He was enough, and, together, we were everything. I felt I had found the man of my dreams, even if I knew him just for some months. I was trying to play it off like my heart was taking it 'slow'. However, I had no clue what 'taking it slow' really entailed let alone how to actually put that action into practice. CHAPTER 4: PERCY Laura and I dated for six months. We became exclusive. I learned that Laura's favorite color was blue and she loved to dance in rain. We loved to curl up together and watch movies. She preferred romantic movies and used to fall asleep during action or superhero ones. She loved cats, plants, and flowers. We both loved onions and pizza. We used to talk for hours. She was a fantastic listener. When I was with her I felt life was a good thing, and I felt like it might just go on and on this way. One Friday night, Laura asked me to pick her up at a fancy neighborhood address. I used to pick her up at her apartment, so the change of place surprised me. Maybe she was visiting a friend. When I arrived there, I discovered with horror that it was her parents' home, and we were going to have dinner with them. I wasn't even dressed properly. Ambush, anyone? The house was a two-story structure, painted yellow with brown trim. It screamed wealth with its polished white-marble floors and subtle gold accents. Honestly, I didn't think our relationship was at this stage. You know, meeting the parents is both a sign that you're taking the relationship seriously and a test to see if you and your partner's parents will get along. What was Laura trying to pull? I gave Laura a puzzled look when I greeted her, but she was too nervous to notice. My first impression of Laura's parents wasn't good. They looked like snobs of the worst kind. The kind who put you down with just one look. They were country club people, I certainly was not. They gave me a cold welcome. "Dad, I want you to meet my boyfriend Percy," Laura introduced me to her father, a short stocky man who never smiled. I offered my hand to him, "I'm Percival Wittmore. Nice to meet you, sir." I rarely used my full name, but I thought I might impress him. My mom was a fan of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table. She used to call me Sir Percival. He looked at me as if I were an annoying insect. I dropped my hand when he didn't offer his back. Her mother simply looked at me as if I was something she scraped off her fancy shoes. Laura did her best to alleviate the uncomfortable moment. She kept looking at me, apologizing with her eyes. During dinner, her parents gave me the third degree. They interrogated me about my politics, my religion, my social position, my diet, my community involvement, my job, and especially how much money I was making a year. My answers got shorter and shorter with each question, and I refused to answer the last ones. It felt like that nightmare where you dream you're back in high school taking a test you haven't studied for. At some point, Laura tried to stop them, "You don't need to interrogate Percy like he's a criminal or something." However, her parents would have none of it. "I'm in my right to know if this young man you brought to our home can provide for the lifestyle you are used to," her father said in an affected tone of voice. "We have social obligations. We need to know if he'll fit." As far as I knew, Laura was an artist living in a loft, not some princess in a palace. One thing she never talked about was her family. Now I knew why. "I'm not sure he is the right person for you, Laura. I'm not your enemy, neither is your father. We are willing to give this man the benefit of the doubt. So long as he understands there are ground rules he must abide by," Laura's mother was doing her best to sound upper crust. I hope you noticed that they were talking about me as if I weren't there. At that point, I'd had enough. "Ground rules?" I asked wiping my mouth with a napkin and raising an eyebrow. "Well, yes, young man, we have a social position in this community..." her father started to say. "There are only two people in this relationship, Laura and me," I interrupted him. "We'll live our lives according to OUR rules, not yours. You and your wife have no say in OUR relationship. IF I marry your daughter one day, and that's a big IF considering the 'warm' reception you gave me tonight, you'll be the ones abiding by OUR rules, not the other way around." I don't like your tone, young man." "I don't like yours either, so I guess we're even on that score." "How dare you talk to me like that? Do you have any idea who am I?" Laura's father exploded. His face was red with anger. "A pompous asshole," I thought, but bit my tongue. I stood up. "You're right, sir. This is your home, I apologize for my rudeness. However, [https://xfaap.com https://xfaap.com] I won't apologize for not letting you rule the way we live our lives. You may have money, but you certainly lack manners." "How much will it take for you to go away?" He asked me. "I'll go for free right now." He shook his head. "I mean how much will it take for you to leave my daughter alone and never see her again?" He articulated every word as if he was talking with an idiot. I couldn't believe my ears. "Are you trying to buy me off? Let me tell you I'm not on sale. I don't want your money. I didn't even know Laura was born into privilege at all till tonight." He cocked his head to one side and pulled out his check-book. I shook my head. This wasn't about Laura anymore. This was about me standing my ground. "Mr. Lane," I said with conviction. "I won't accept ANY amount of money. If you think I have a prize you are completely clueless about the kind of person I am." I articulated my words in the same way he did a moment ago. I turned to Laura, not for help, but understanding. She had been caught off guard just like me. "I don't appreciate you trying to buy my boyfriend off and out of my life, Dad. I'm not on sale either." Not bad, but not exactly the kind of endorsing support I expected. "I'm obviously not welcome here. Since I've lost my appetite, if your royal highness excuses me, I'm leaving now," I took a sarcastic bow, and stormed towards the door without bothering to look back.

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