QAR:The Private Rooms

[Sienna]

Scuba's Beach House Haven.

So there was someone in.

He opened the door and excused the mess. Not that I minded.

I introduced myself; "Sienna, I have the place just along the shore."

"Yeah right. I noticed when I arrived. I saw you moving in."

He offered me a drink. Not exactly what I expected, strong spirits from a half empty bottle. And I guessed he to had things on his mind. Another run-away from problems back home. I could tell. He was looking a little rough and unshaved as he stood there in his shorts.

"Maybe you could come over to my place later for something to eat?" I asked. "What was your name again?....."

"Oh it's Scuba!....scubasteve. Sure I'll drop by later then."

I noticed his handsom smile and imagined that he would look OK cleaned up a little. "8 O'Clock....OK?"

"Yeah....no problem.....thanks."

 

[Swashbuckler]

Angel's Room

Reaching the room floor I slowly walk down the hall, stopping at Angel's door I rap softly on the door. By the third knock, the door creaks inward. "Angel?" I ask. All is silent but the sound of a fire smoldering in the hearth. I slowly push the door inwards, a sudden concern fills my mind.

Stepping silently into the room, my eyes see the soft glow of candles and huricane lamps, coupled with the cherry glow of the coals in the fireplace. The bed is empty and so it the room. My cloak neatly folded, probably for the first time in years, draped over the back of a chair, "Angel?" I ask as take another tenative step into the room.

I hear a noise coming from the bathroom, but no response to my voice, "Angel, are you alright?" I ask again as I steptowards the bathroom door. I gently push it inwards to find Angel covered in bubles, her body sank deep in the water. More water flowing in the tub loudly, bubles frothing near the spiggut. A grin flashing over my lips, "Excuse me, Angel, I just came for my cloak, sorry..."

 

[AngelicVixxxen]

Angel's Room

Lost in peaceful reverie and listening to the crackle of the fire and the sound of the water, I am totally unprepared for a voice! My eyes shoot open in fear and I sit up quickly and clutch... nothing except bubbles to me for protection.

Oh, my God, Swash... you scared me! I didn't hear you come in. How did you get in? Did I leave the door unlocked?

Oh, great... can I sound any more stupid? I see his cloak clutched in his hand and realize that he's only doing what I suggested downstairs. I look down at the bubbles that I've gathered around me and wonder why I'm doing this since he's already seen everything... sort of... in a dark cave.

I look up at him and smile in what I hope is a beguiling manner and sit up a little straighter.

Want to have a seat and chat? Or climb in here with me?

 

[Swashbuckler]

Angel's Room

I notice that I have startled her tranquil languid state, Turning to leave, I hear her voice again, "Wnat to have a seat and chat? Or come in here and join me?" Turning my head back around, my eyes locking on the bubble slickened breasts rising out of the water, her hair falling slightly to cascade over her shoulder.

Licking my lips, slowly as my eyes devour her beauty, "Well, my little mermaid," I say just above a whisper as I step through the door. Dropping my cloak on the tiles and catching the door with my boot heel as I flick it shut with a sharp click. "I suppose I would have to join you," I say in a husky drawl as I pull my worse for wear blouse over my head and let it flutter to the floor behind me.

 

[AngelicVixxxen]

Angel's Room

When I blurted out my invitation, I was afraid that Swash was going to take his cloak and leave. Very pleased and somewhat anxious, I sit in the sultry fragrant water and watch with fascination as he begins to remove his clothing. The poet's blouse flutters to the floor and I try not to blink in case I might miss something.

Rising up onto my knees, I bend forward to turn off the water and then turn towards him. I can feel the bubbles sliding off me and am very pleased by the way his eyes sweep over me. I think about getting out and helping him because I'm getting impatient, but he quickly pulls off his boots and kicks away his pants.

Coming over to the tub, he stands there for a minute smiling down at me. Well, it takes me a little while to notice that he's smiling because my eyes have travelled south.

I grin up at him, only slightly embarrassed and pull him by the hand, anxious to have him in the tub with me. Stepping in carefully, he settles down at the other end and slides one foot up beside me. I quickly soap it up, careful not to tickle him, rinse it off, and... with a wicked little smile... suck his small toe between my lips.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Angel's Room

The water was perfect. Fragrant bubbles, steaming and smooth. I felt the skin of Angel's thigh slide against my hip, slowly and unseen as I slipped beneathe the bubbles. I stretched my weary legs and propped one of them up by her head.

Instantly she took to soaping and rinsing it. Then with an impish grin she popped it into her mouth and sucked. A shudder ran through my entire body. I arched my neck and leaned back against the rim of the tub. As my spine straightened a pillar of bubbles broke the surface slightly, just below my waist. The frothy camoflage hardly concealing my eager lust. Feeling her togue flick my toe, I let out an audible sigh, and relaxed beneathe the water, pulling my toe from her lips.

Taking a soft thick sponge and first soaking it and then sopaing it, slowly into a rich lather. Dipping one hand beneathe the water I pull out a long seductive leg. Slowly, ever so slowly I start. Working the sponge between between her toes. Then down the arch of her delicate foot.

Moving on to her ankle. Running the sponge over and around, skimming her skin. Alternating pressure and delicacy. Sliding long reaching strokes over her calf and shin. Up and down, slow then fast, the slow again until her lower leg was totally immersed in soapy foam.

Sliding my self along the tub's bottom, pulling her leg up over my shoulder, exposing her thigh to the air and my delight. Taking the sponge and winding down, down, down her thigh. The sponge leaving a slick bebubbled trail on its painfully slow descent. Pullling on her leg slightly, raising her ful tigh form the bubled surface of the tub. Moving closer still. Winging the sponge down, down reaching the surface of the water as I reach the sweet nexxus of Angel's thighs. I press the sponge against her revealed, pouting lips, in a hard, hot, slow, and tiny circular lather upon her redeening nib.

My eyes having been locked upon hers the whole while, never seeing the sponge, jsut absorbing her soul as I bathed her leg.

 

[AngelicVixxxen]

Angel's Room

The flickering light from the candles creates shadowed patterns on my eyelids as I lie back and immerse myself in the sensations sweeping over me from Swash’s attention. I’m not sure how the tables got turned… there I was intent on doing something that would make him feel really good when he took the matter entirely out of my hands… or in this case, out of my mouth.

In a matter of mere seconds, he makes my senses overload as he slides the sponge along my leg, and just when I think it can’t get much better than that, he performs more magic with it at my heated center where all my nerve endings are tingling. Knowing how sound travels, I try to suppress a moan and then I remember how totally isolated my room is… I don’t have any neighbors, and why should I care anyway?

My eyes drift open with great effort and once my vision has cleared somewhat I see Swash watching me intently. I bring my hands up out of the water and slide them over my breasts, enjoying how they feel in my hands, squeezing them gently… but thinking that I’d rather have his hands on them. The nipples harden and I capture them between thumbs and index fingers and twist and pull them, imagining how they would feel caught between his teeth.

I need… something more. I slip my leg gently from his grasp and pull it back so that I can tuck it under me and kneel up. Straddling his legs, I lean forward and kiss his mouth while my hand grasps the hardness protruding from the water. Stroking it gently, I lean forward and take the head into my mouth as my hair falls in wet ropes around it and over his chest. There’s too much water for me to take in any more, but I lick and suck as much as I can. The taste excites me, and my hand drifts down between my legs so that I may pleasure myself at the same time.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Angel's Room

She kneels up and sinks her face in the bath. Her hot lips netting the head of my cock. I gasp and lift my hips up, driving myself deper into her mouth with a splash. Bubbles flitter through the air and float to the tiles. Water spilling over the sides, flooding the room as I grip the sides of the tub to aid my thrusts into her mouth. Her face lifting from the surface as I drive, splashing home as I retreat.

Angel gasps and gurgles alternately as she bobs for my apple. Watching her arm, sunk beneathe the choppy waves of bubbles, furiously pumping her own submerged sex.

Shuddering with desire, "A-Angel," I haltingly manage, only by squeezing the sponge dry, its foam and water flowing fountain like to a pool on the floor. "Angel," I said with a gasp as I lifted her face off my cock and brought her lips to my own parched lips. She moaned as I ground my face to hers. My tongue dancing with hers. The taste of soap and water, a symphony to my taste buds as I scoured her mouth wihtmy tongue.

My hand jumping from her cheek to land hard upon a soap greased breast. Thumb and finger rolling a hard, protruding mipple firmly in my grasp. Breaking our kiss, I lean her backwards sharply, showering the room with a wave from the bath as my hungery lips find her other nipple. Biting down slightly, flicking its surface with the tip of my tongue.

 

[AngelicVixxxen]

Angel's Room

Water cascades over the side again and sloshes onto the floor as Swash changes position and propels me against the back of the tub. He latches onto my nipple like it’s the last meal that he’ll ever have, and all I can do is arch my back in encouragement. I snake my legs around his waist and grip him tightly to prevent myself from slipping under the water… and so that I can feel his hardness pressed against me.

Intently watching what he’s doing to me, I suddenly see his eyes flick up to mine. Mesmerized by what I see in them, it occurs to me that he looks kind of… dangerous? Yes, I think that’s the word that I’d use. Tonight he seems to be a tantalizing combination of complete attentiveness and consideration… and power that is being barely contained, and at great difficulty. I think that it must be the pirate in him. I think that I like it. Grabbing his hair and yanking his head back, I feel my nipple scrape along the edge of his teeth as it escapes from his mouth with an audible pop and quivers glistening in the candlelight.

Swash… you seem different tonight. What is it… the full moon, the storm, the adventure in the cave? Or is this your pirate self being unleashed?

Whatever it is, I find it very exciting. I lick along the side of his jaw, up to his ear where I suck gently on his earlobe, and down to where I can feel his jugular throbbing against my lips. Grazing it with my teeth, I feel him shudder in response. My nails scrape over his back and slide down to his buttocks and I grip onto him as I move restlessly, needing more.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Angel's Room`

Angel wrapped her legs about my waist, spilling water again. Her hot lips tugging at my ear and neck. Her slickened nipples grinding against the muscles of my chest. Her hair, in wet snakes slithering over my shoulder. Her nails biting my back, scratching thier way down.

With one arm I hold her tight to me, gripping her ass with denting fingers. The other arm steadies us as I lift us out of the water. A rush of liquid flying off us as I glue my lips to her shoulder and take a stride from the tub. Figners dancing about her ass as I pressher back to the bathroom door. My need pressing wet and throbbing agsint her dripping heated gates. Wet fingers frustratingly slide over the knob. My lips sucking her earlobe as the door pops open. Illisiting a gasp of panic as she leans back against air.

I charge into the bedroom, holding my grip on her lovely globe. My lips and teeth lightly attacking her neck and shoulder. My tongue darting and flittering. Leaning into the charge with every step, dipping Angel lower, and lower. Hitting the edge of the mattress and pitching both of us forward. My weight driving us both through the bed curtains and landing on the matress with a bounce. The impact jarring Angel's breasts into a delightful bounce; and slipping my head past her lips. Flexing my hips I finish the charge by sliding to the top of her pussy in one fluid movement of lust and momentum.

 

[scubasteve]

Beach House Haven

Man, things are starting to look a little better now........I say to myself. This beautiful angel.....Sienna has just invited me over to her place.

I look at myself in the bathroom mirror......man, I look a mess. Opening the linen closet I find a set of clothes there....a pair of nice black dress jeans.......and a white tank-top with a T-shirt to go overtop of it.....it has a red and white flame-like design. I open the glass door on the corner shower....adjust the water to the right temp and soak under the spray....
After cleaning, I find a shaver and I shave the scrubble off my face, slapping a little scent and lotion on...to relieve the burn. Hmmmm ......not bad I think. The clothes fit as if they were made for me.

I am thinking of heading out......feeling like I should bring something, I look in the small fridge by the bed and I find a bottle of ice wine.......Perfect. I step out the door.......making sure I lock the door in case someone tries to enter.......I laugh.....what are they going to steal......I laugh again. Yes ....... yes, this is starting to look like a better night.

 

[AngelicVixxxen]

Angel's Room

Everything happens so fast that I just give up thinking and surrender to the passion that has set us both on fire. Swash’s strength amazes me as he somehow lifts both of us out of the tub with me still wrapped around him.

Plastered against each other, we are helpless against whatever forces are driving us, and we use all the weapons at our disposal. Lips attack whatever is closest, hands caress and grip, legs entwine, hearts accelerate and throb against each other, breathing becomes heated, gasps fill the room.

With water still dripping from us, Swash somehow manages to propel us to the bed… though I have no recollection of the journey. We hit the thick mattress at almost the same time and send several pillows flying through the air. The duvet is kicked off the bed about one second before Swash is on me and sheathed right up to the hilt. We both freeze for an instant in shock at the sweet invasion. Dragging his face down to me, I am pelted by water dripping from his hair and mingling with mine which is spread with abandon all over the now soaking sheet. My tongue invades his mouth and my hands grip his ass as I encourage him into the frantic rhythm I need to free me.

I didn’t think that it is possible for the platform bed to make such a strange creaking noise, and I smile wondering if it’s possible for it to collapse. Swash pounds into me faster and I match him stroke for stroke, whispering into his ear all sorts of words he probably never thought I knew.

He stops suddenly and withdraws, causing me to murmur in protest, but it’s only for an instant as he flips me over onto my stomach … tucking a pillow beneath me first. Lying there trembling, impatient to feel him inside me again, I wonder why he’s waiting.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Angel's Room

Gasping from breath as I stand at the foot of the bed. My cock basted with her smoldering nectar, shimmering in the glow of the fire and the twinkle of candle light. The head poised only a breath from her openings. Angel raised her hips in impatience to be filled. Her lips simmering with the dew of desire, as they gaped and pleeded in the shadows.

A roguish smile crept slowly across my face as I devoured Angel's heavenly ass with my eyes. Slowly and softly I took each cheek in my hands. Running my figners over their surface, squeezing and pulling. Angel purred into the pillow and dug her face into the pillows that she gripped beneathe her in anticipation from my caresses. Her pussy seemed to glow and reach as if trying to capture an escaped prisoner, knowing that it would soon recapture the convict.

My head, throbbing and swelled with dire need; as I pressed it, presed it slowly against her ass. Her eyes shooting open with surprise as I slip into the furnace betwen her cheeks, sped on by her own juices. Prying her open and sliding in to the hilt. Savoring her rear for a moment as we both adjust before beginning to plunder her ass.

As I thrusted into her ass I reached a thumb and forefinger down to sqeze and roll her clit with one hand. The other set of figners digging into her hip, pulling her hard upon my thrusts.

 

[AngelicVixxxen]

Angel's Room

I was lost in ecstasy as Swash ran his fingers over my ass… and such very talented fingers they were, too. Hoping that he’d continue, I almost purred in anticipation of his cock filling me once more. I writhed impatiently, wondering why he was spending so much time admiring the scenery when there were more important matters at hand.

And then… and then… shock! The door he had chosen was certainly not the one I had expected for his entrance. I recoiled for an instant, trying to close him out, but he was not to be denied. Biting a corner of the pillow, I tried to muffle the moan that escaped as his cock slipped past the barrier and invaded with one thrust. I could feel perspiration breaking out along my back as he began to ride me harder, the movement causing my clit to slide over the corner of the pillow below me.

I was amazed that I gradually I adjusted to him and began to enjoy the sensation, especially when he slid his hand under me and his fingers unhesitatingly found my clit. The bed creaked louder, and my gasps filled the room as I called out his name. I wished that the full-length mirror had been closer so that I could watch him as he took complete control of the situation... and me. My hardened nipples dragged across another pillow repeatedly, heightening my passion, and I clutched it tighter to increase the pressure.

With one last roll of my clit, Swash sent me over the edge, causing my head to snap back and my back to arch. My muscles pulled and squeezed at his cock, gripping it tightly so that he was unable to move until I slowly came back down to earth.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Angel's Room

Angel's cum hoarsened voice broke about the room. Her back arched in orgasm. Every nerve in her body was shuddering in release. Every muscle tightening, pulling, urging...hotly upon my cock. Stabbing forth, driving deeper in than I had ever been into her ass. In one powerful thrust. Her cheeks bouncing and rippling externally. Internally she squoze my like a molten vice, pulling my firery erruption from my heavy sack. Firing a far flung stream of seed deep into Angel's heavenly bowels. My figners digging her hip, pinching her clit tight as every sense I had was blasted and wracked by emmision. A feral grunt fell hot from my parched lips, all thought and the ability for human communication lost, dissolved into a loud animalistic growl of release.

 

[AngelicVixxxen]

Angel's Room

Swash's climactic release is followed by him collapsing suddenly on top of me, both of us gasping and panting. We barely have the strength to drag the duvet up and around us before exhaustion claims us, lying like spoons, still connected. It's my last semi-coherent thought for hours.

~~~~~

The room is still clothed in darkness when I awaken suddenly, the candles long having extinguished themselves, the hurricane lamps a pale glow, the fire a mere pool of glowing embers.

Conscious of an iron arm wrapped around me and the warm body plastered to my back, I smile at the memory of Swash’s rescue and the delicious events of last night. But, sadly, all good things must end. Trying not to awaken him, I ease my way out of his grasp carefully… no easy feat since we are almost glued together by bodily fluids. Surveying the bathroom, I shake my head ruefully at the mess and hasten to clean it up a little by emptying the tub and mopping up all the water on the tiles. Grabbing Swash’s clothes, I fold his pants and cloak and lay them over the back of the chair and place his boots beside it. Slipping on my silk robe, I then pick up his poet’s blouse…by now resembling a limp rag more than anything… and make my way down to another hall to use the public shower.

Fifteen minutes later, I tiptoe back in and check the sleeping pirate. Yes… thankfully still breathing, but that’s about all. I crack open the French doors and hang his newly laundered shirt over one so that the early morning breeze can dry it by the time he awakens. Dressing quickly so that I can meet one of the Inn’s drivers who is taking me into town, I regretfully plant a kiss on Swash’s forehead, tuck the duvet more securely around him, and place a perfect red rose across the pillow beside him. Just because.

With a final look around the room, I turn and leave as quietly as a ghost.

 

[Ldy Tehari]

Swash's room

Waking up from sweet dreams, finding myself alone in the tower room. Sighing softly and smiling. Gathering myself, remembering my dress floated away. Looking thru his closet and finding a beautiful black hooded cloak. Knowing I'll just return it the next time I see him. Leaving him a note:
Thanks for the lovely walk, talk, and time. I have borrowed your cloak. Come get me when you find the time. It was lovely as always.

Taking it from the closet and secreting my way down the stairs.
Passing Angel's room, door slightly ajar, seeing her leave and move down the hall just ahead of me. Guess I'm not the only early riser in the place. Making my way downstairs, and out to the night air, headed home to the estate.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Angel's Room

I wake up late, Angel has already slipped away; like a dream, gone upon awaking. Leaving only its ghost upon your senses. Rubbing my eyes I focus about the room. My cloak is once more folded and lain on a chair, so neatly. My shirt fluttering like a linen sail on the french doors, cleaned and now dried in te sea breeze. I can not help but smile.

Gathering my things I can not help but find a feminien pen and a piece fo paper. Sitting in her chair I sit and scrible out a few lines.

Angel,
Thanks for cleaning me up
Thanks for cleaning my shirt
Thanks for the wonderful night
Thanks for the fleeting chance
To play the hero on a moonlit shore
To be whisked away
On your frothing surf

Thank You,

~Swash~

 

[AngelicVixxxen]

Angel's Room

Closing the door behind me, I decide to unpack my purchases tomorrow since there are only a few hours of daylight left. I change into a loose soft blue dress and pull a navy blue smock over it for protection. With my hair up in a loose bun and wispy tendrils cascading around my face and neck, I pin my straw hat securely so that the sea breeze won’t steal it like it did my other one.

Leaving the French doors open a little, I check to see that all the candles and lanterns are ready to be lit upon my return and ensure that there is enough firewood by the hearth. I smile as I take one more look around… it’s a nice room, and it will look even more charming when I have added a few more personal touches.

For now, it’s all I need.

 

[AngelicVixxxen]

Angel's Room

Back in my room, I lock the door and pace nervously as I try to decide what to do. Fishing out the coins and rings from my pocket, I stand staring at them in disbelief... not entirely happy that I have them in my possession. For the time-being, I place them on my bedside table until I can decide what to do with them or if I should tell anyone. But, first I need a bath. I remove my grimy clothes out on the porch, shake out as much of the earth as I can, and leave them on the back of the chair to air out. Finally, sinking into a hot steamy bath, I lie with my eyes closed and smile at the memory of Swash and me squeezed into the tub.

Sighing, I realize that it’s just no good… I’m not going to relax knowing that I have found something that might be worth a fair amount of money. I hurry through the bath, wash my hair and slip into an electric blue robe that’s a little more practical for roaming the halls than my green silk one.

Maybe a book will calm me down. Slipping the coins and rings into my pocket because I feel better knowing they're with me, I leave my room and head to the Library.

 

[AngelicVixxxen]

Angel's Room

The evening has arrived and I am fading fast, more than ready for sleep. The fire is mesmerizing, and the candles add their own special charm; tonight, there is no need for the hurricane lamps.

I leave the bed drapes open and climb up into bed wearing nothing but a warm glow. I snuggle back among the pillows and open up the book of poetry. The name on the inside, scratched with what was probably a quill pen, is Michael Fitzpatrick. Flipping through the pages, I dislodge a small, sealed envelope which tumbles out onto my chest. The ink has faded, but the name on the front is Kathleen O’Malley and the address is in the nearest town to Queen Anne’s. Curious, I carefully lift the fragile flap and remove a single sheet of paper, dated 40 years before.

My dearest Kathleen,

By the time you read this, I will probably be dead. I don’t have much strength left to tell you all the things I want to, but I have to tell you this. Our friend, Daniel Moriarity, is no friend at all. I know that it is he who has poisoned me, for he always loved you and wanted you for his own.

I hope that somehow this letter will find its way to you so that you will know the truth. I am truly sorry that I will not see your beloved face again or hear your sweet lilting voice, at least not in this lifetime.

I love you will all my heart, now and forever,

Michael

Poor Michael! Poor Kathleen! And Daniel… did he get away with murder?

I lay the book and envelope on the table beside the bed and think about the injustice of it all. Dozens of questions race through my mind, and I wonder what I can do… for I somehow feel that I have been chosen to do something. Yawning, I hug my pillow to me tightly and think that I’m so wound up I’ll never be able to sleep.

But, strangely, I do… and my dreams are not of Michael and Kathleen, but of living a previous life as the pirate, Anne Bonny.

 

[Katerinna]

Katerinna's Room

(cont. from before)
Laying naked against Gages bare flesh. Feeling warm and safe in his arms as he adored her with mouth and limb, bits of her skin flushed with anticipation. Her lips press back against his in that sincere and supreme kiss, her hands coursing the run of his spine, the curve of his back. Girlish moans and giggles when his lips meet her flesh.

 

[GageWilliams]

Kat's Room

He smiled gently and flipped her on top of him in one fluid motion. He then lay on the bed and gently kissed whatever part of her body came near his ready lips. His hands searched out her breasts and gently squeezed the tender flesh, toying sweetly with her nipples. He moved slowly under her and positioned himself between her legs and slowly dragged his teeth over the tender skin on her throat.

 

[Katerinna]

Katerinna's Room

Moaning at the attentions she drapes her legs about him, her thighs pressing against his sides. Her hands move over his chest, caressing the buffness of it, bitting her lip at the feel of his hands encompassing her breasts. Playfully she darts her head in the crook of her neck and she nibbles, lickign softly at the skin. Her hair pooling to cover his face .

 

[GageWilliams]

Kat's Room

With her hair over his face, he slowly positions himself between her legs and gently pushes inside of her, kissing her face and dragging his teeth over her flesh while he enters. His hands move over the smooth roundness of her flesh and he feels the smooth texture of her body. He lowers himself back onto the bed and then raises his hips again, pushing into her once more.