Sexual Haven

[germangent]

Dirk

“Oooooo-oh, YES,” Varly roared as they finally reached Telegraph Hill and Coit Tower, overlooking the bay. Varly stopped the engine and as soon as she did her moans and screams were all too audible. A perfect soundtrack for their carnal frenzy. He loved her moans, her screams – it turned him on beyond control, Varly almost screaming in lust. Her body pressed against his as the bike came to a halt. It took her a number of tries to get the bike onto its stand.

His fingers were still probing her wonderful pussy. Rolling her lips between his fingers, feeling her hot juices on his fingers. He traced the flow down her inner thighs, feeling the stickiness on the seat. Collecting her nectar with his index finger he fed Varly her own juices before tasting her gift himself for the first time.

“Ahhhh Varly, what a ride” Dirk moaned as he licked his finger off, tasting her, swallowing her nectar.

The Bay Bridge and the Golden Gate Bridge in the distance shone in the mist and darkness underneath them. Small lights travelling back and forth on the elegant structure, instilling a certain feeling of home and belonging in Dirk. This Venus showed him finally where he belonged.

Extending his index fingers he parted Varly’s lips again. He could feel the heat radiating from there as he hooked his fingers inside her mound. Pulling his fingers outwards Dirk rubbed the inner reaches of her pussy. Dirk could feel her juices trickling down his index fingers as he continued the careful, teasing journey inside. His thumbs curled through her blonde pubic hair on their way to Varly’s clit.

“OHHHHH YESSSSSSSSSSSS” her guttural moans escaped her mouth as his fingers finally found her clit. Caressing and rubbing Varly’s clit, her moans and screams taking on a frenzied staccato owing to his index fingers finally reaching the top of her pussy, bent in such a way that they hit her G-spot. Fingering the little knob inside, rubbing and flicking his fingers over it Dirk picks up the pace. Feeling Varly bucking against his fingers and hands he started rubbing her pelvis with the palm of his hands.
Bending her backwards towards him stretching her head backwards their lips finally meet. Kissing passionately Dirk starts tracing the inner curves of her lips with the tip of his tongue. Eagerly lapping up the traces of Varly’s juices. Her hands reach for his head, pressing his lips even harder on hers. Her fingers playing with his hair as Varly let her hands glide down on his body, reaching his crotch after a teasingly long trip over his body. Her fingers start to dance over the stretched fabric of his pants, scratching her fingernails against the head of his cock sandwiched between his body and her derriere.

Parting from her mouth Dirk ran his teeth down Varly’s throat. Gently biting her shoulders he drowned in her moans and screams.

“Come on honey, turn around and lie back” his husky voice crackled from his mouth barely audible above the carpet of Varly’s screams and moans.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Jorja

Crying out hoarsely, a silent scream tearing her lips apart as she drew herself towards him with a shift in weight and a tensing of muscles. She murmured an inaudible command, wrought with moans and growls instead of verbs and nouns. The gallimaufry of sensations enveloping her as he lashed out at her with his tongue, tracing patterns over and over again, yet managing not to become a monotonous throbbing rhythm, each touch fresh and eagerly received.

The heat that radiated from his palm placed flat against her lower stomach, mingled with the sharp cutting pleasure of teeth razing her clit, caused her to buck hard against his elusive fingers, that never seemed to be in the right spot when she needed them most. Scratching his back lightly with her nails, she paced herself with his greedy nibbles, realizing that by not granting her the relief she craved he was slowly seeking revenge for her earlier commanding tone.

“Alexxxx, you fill your muse with such sinful thoughts...

 

[gopher&kitsune]

Alex

His lips wrapped around her clit, sucking gently on them and letting his teeth brush against its tip. His tongue then pressed firmly against it and it slipped from his mouth.

As she moaned he pressed two fingers slowly inside her. Letting them slide slowly then pausing to wait for another cry of ecstasy.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Jorja

Shivering in delight, the distinct sensation of a firm and oh so desirable masculine touch swimming in warm currents through her veins, she made a half-hearted attempt to call out Alex's name again.

What issued from her parted lips though was the reprise of a single syllable, a dialect somewhere between a drunkard's inane rantings and the sheer power of a lover's touch. He took her not delicately in a worshiped awe as some men did, but with an intensity and heated fervor that enraged her senses.

His wandering fingers over the rest of her body, the firm hand bordering just this side of a tickle, sent such pleasure that started her on another babbling tirade of passionate vocalization.

 

[TheOlderGuy]

Leo

Leo is self-assured, early fifties, gentle, and above all a lover of women. He writes by day, wanders at night looking for material to spin into his work.

It was very late when Leo wandered into The Sexual Haven. At first he was convinced the place was closed. It was nearly pitch black, save for the glow of the exit lights and the softly washed underbar. As his eyes adjusted, Leo could make out bodies scattered around the booths and tables, some asleep, some entwined, some watching his movement.
He approached the bar, ordered hot sake to warm his weary hide, and settled in to scan the room. His style was usually to just watch. Occassionally someone would engage him in conversation, or more. He was pretty sure he would draw a blank tonight. No-one here appeared to have enough life left to wink, much less stimulate.
Then he saw her. Her eyes locked on his, and neither one wanted to disengage. "Who are you?" he pondered silently.

 

[gopher&kitsune]

Alex

He ran looked up at her with an intense passion in his eyes. He leaned over her body pinning her to the soft velvet of the ottomans. Her body felt soft and hot pressed against his. Slowly he let his tongue run across her lips then kissed her deeply.

"Take me, my mistress..."

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Jorja

Rolling over, she pounced on Alex. Impaling herself eagerly on his veined, straining shaft, she sat squarely atop him. His flesh pressed into her, searing in it’s intensity. Shifting teasingly, she moaned through clenched teeth as she felt the familiar stretch and pull as she sank herself further onto him.

Nipping at his throat, Jorja flicked her tongue over the flat of his nipples, moving swiftly up to his mouth again. The tips of her fingers danced over the strip of his exposed cock, feeling him twitch in anticipation at every touch. Fiery lips pressed together for an instant before she pulled roughly at his ear, biting down as she whispered a single word that spoke volumes.

“Beg.”

 

[polywog]

<<<<<<<<BUMP>>>>>>>>>>>>>

 

[Huntress]

Varly

A raging fire had ignited in her loins and mouth, spreading rapidly to meet in her belly with a blast of heat as Dirk’s fingers massaged her puss and his tongue probed her tender lips. She bucked and ground her mons against his hand while arching back to search for his hardened staff. Suddenly his teeth were nipping at the sensitive skin on her neck and shoulders and Varly cried out with the fevered abandon of one long denied the needs of the flesh.

He spoke in words she didn’t truly hear or understand so deep was she in the throes of passion, but his intent was clear. With a ragged breath, she dismounted the bike, turned and straddled the seat again to face Dirk and shrugged her coat onto the handle bars. Their eyes met and sparks flew from green to brown for a split second before she grabbed his head and pulled him down on top of her. He seized the grips on the handlebars to keep from toppling off the bike and kissed her hard; his body pressing upon hers with its full weight. She could feel his erection throbbing beneath the thin fabric of his trousers. She reached between them, found his fly and with nimble fingers, released his imprisoned shaft.

“Let’s get the formalities over with,” Varly growled, as she grasped his rod and began to guide it toward her own pulsing sex. “There’ll be time to play later.”

The bulbous purple head of Dirk’s cock lingered teasingly against the moist folds of her outer labia. She placed both hands on his slim ass holding him firmly as she lifted her hips and plunged his engorged penis into her waiting depths. Her cry of triumph rose into the cold mists as the electrifying shock of long awaited penetration surged through her body, contracting muscles and sinew until her back formed a nearly perfect arc and was mirrored by Dirk’s response.

For an instant they held the pose – a double crescent of flesh and desire; their bodies forming the petals of a human fleur de lis which framed the stone phallus of the tower rising between them.

 

[Huntress]

<<<<<BUMP>>>>>

 

[darrenfate]

KURT

Kurt strode into the club late, but sleep was impossible. Kurt was a pretentious rookie for the The Golden State Warriors, and at a towering 6'8", he looked every inch the part. The 7:30 game was long over and after the requisite "meet the idiots press" conference and a hot shower he was out of there. Still a relative unknown here in the Bay area, he could still walk the streets in relative anonymity.

The league had specifically warned its players to avoid joints like this, with all manner of immoral, illegal, and unseemly goings on happening within its walls. It was precisely for all these reasons that Kurt was here. Screw the league! They didn't come from Temple to land a 7 million dollar a year contract. Kurt was cocky as can only come from being 24 and feeling immortal. As he approached the bar, Kurt eyes widened at the hedonistic behavior all around him. They sure as hell didn't have anything like this back home in Philly!

 

[germangent]

Dirk

“Let’s get the formalities over with,”

Feeling Varly freeing his manhood from its imprisionment, the cool air only momentarily hitting his shaft before Varly's hands directed it into her inner folds. Feeling her bucking upwards - lifting his body upwards and forming a perfect arch thereby driving his cock into her inner depth.

Dirk was savoring every moment of Varly's pussy stretching and caressing his eager, throbbing manhood. Feeling her muscles contracting around his manhood as she slowly lowered themselves back onto the damp leather of the now-silent bike. Feeling her shivers as the dampress hit Varly's derriere as Dirk slowly slid his cock out of Varly's pussy again - only to return after a carefully balanced moment that intensified their lust even further.

Dirk pressed his body even firmer onto Varly's. Cupping her breats as he lay on top of her, kissing and licking her neck, his cock slowly and teasingly pushing in and out of Varly's pussy in almost cat-like teasing movements.

 

[Huntress]

Varly

As Dirk's tongue laved the sensitive skin of her neck and his hands moulded themselves to her breasts, Varly's response quickened. Her breathing came in ragged gasps and her body spasmed with each thrust into her aching depths. She arched again and grabbed Dirk's slim, muscular hips as they pounded against her mons and drove his turgid staff ever deeper toward the core of her passion, urging him onward. Together they rode a massive charge of erotic lightning, burning, torrid and inescapable, in the mist and shadows of Telegraph Hill.

"Oh, my g-g-g... oooooaaah!" The word/sounds were torn from her throat as the first battery of shocks surged through her body, then a second jolt bent her back over the seat until her head hung near the damp pavement, and a third had her clawing at the manifold for leverage.

Dirk's handsome face was lifted and half hidden in shadow, but his voice joined hers as she shifted and encircled his hips with leather clad legs. Their breathing was in unison now, heavy and coarse, punctuated by the sound of his thighs slapping her raised derriere. Salty rivulets ran from his chest and stomach into the blond curls of her mons, merging with the flowing juices between her thighs and slicked the leather under the small of her back. His strokes came harder and harder as he joined her on the edge of ecstasy.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Jorja

~BUMP~

Kissing Alex deeply in thanks (and leaving my trademark smudge of dark crimson on his lips, of course), I extricated my limbs from his, tugging my outfit back into place. Taking the textured red silk of the scarf Varly had returned to me earlier, I tied my hair back with it.

Strolling out of the storage room casually, as if I had every right to be there, I eyed the dark main room. Travis seemed to have run off with little Miss PlayToy again, and Varly had disappeared as well.

Snagging a martini, done up right 007 style, I crossed my legs demurely. Turning the toothpick-speared olive between my fingers, I pulled out my keys, wondering if there was someone who could make it worthy my time to stick around…

 

[Huntress]

Varly

From deep inside came their simultaneous explosion of orgasm and a roar from their throats that pierced the thick blanket of fog and rang off the tower. Dirk's hips pumped against the back of Varly's thighs emptying every last drop into her waiting vessel, then sagged over her, spent and trembling, hand behind her head kissing her neck and lips tenderly.

She captured his mouth in a long sweet kiss before pushing upright and boldly grinning at him. "I can't wait for round two," she said with a wicked gleam in her eye. "Unfortunately, sweetheart, we'll have to. I've got an early appointment with my new rep tomorrow. Have to be at my best, which means no all-nighters for me--at least for tonight."

Grabbing a towel from one of the saddle bags, she gently wiped the perspiration from Dirk's face and chest before swabbing herself down. She winked at him conspiratorily and then swung back on the bike and turned the key. It's resonant, throbbing tone echoed the deep satisfaction of her loins and she patted the seat behind her. "Can I offer you a lift back to the club?"

Dirk smiled lopsidedly and chuckled as he nodded his assent.

Together, they descended from the fog shrouded hilltop onto the winding street and back into the brightly lit thoroughfare of the city. As she pulled up to the steps of Sexual Haven, Varly smiled and kissed Dirk again, slipping something into his pocket. Her heels lifted and the bike roared off down the alley. Dirk felt inside his pocket. He pulled out a business card and cocked his head to one side to read it in the glare of the sodium lamps.

Maurer Studios
~ Figurative Sculpture ~
11525 Hollis Street
Emeryville CA

The card listed her phone number and on the back were scrawled the words, "Call me anytime. V"

~H

So long, Dirk. x0x0x

 

[darrenfate]

KURT

Kurt eyed the bar's newest arrival. She had come from the dimly lit back rooms not the front door. Obviously, she had been here a while. From her tied back golden tresses to the tips of her toes his eyes raked over her. Dark lipstick, full lips. When he saw the little scorpion on her ankle he knew. The martini confirmed it. This was his type of woman. Trouble. Exactly what he was looking for. Judging from the bored look on her face and the way she rolled her keys over and over Kurt didn't have much time. Always a man of action he walked over to her. Kurt always enjoyed the double takes he got from people when he stood. He towered over her and said -

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

With that he rolled up his left sleeve revealing two smoking world trade center buildings, one fallen one crumbling tatooed across his bicep. The date 9-11-01 in red underneath, with the words Never Forget ....

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Jorja

Giving the broad-shouldered man a sidelong glance from beneath recently-mascaraed lashes, I set my martini back on the counter. Moving a finger to trace over the outline of image, I propped my bare foot on the bar stool next to me.

“Did it hurt?” I asked, turning my ankle towards him, wondering what exactly had happened to my boots during the bumpy course of the night.

The stark black of the scorpion, with its stinger curled down over my heel, had certainly not been a pleasant experience to have done. But Travis had insisted we get matching “brands” so I had gone along with his plan. It was a steely reminder of his cold eyes, and colder mannerism, each time I looked at it. “…because mine did.”

My gaze wandered from his powerfully built form to the confident, almost arrogant, curl of his lips.

A man on the prowl, if I had ever seen one.

 

[darrenfate]

KURT

This place reeked of booze, and sex, and danger. Kurt positioned himself with his back to the bar so he could watch the door. The refrain from an old Three Dog night tune played in his head:

The radio is blastin someone's knocking at the door
I looked at my girlfriend she's passed out on the floor
I seen so many things I ain't never seen before....
Mama told me not to come, Mama told me not to come
She said that ain't the way to have fun son ......

Kurt laughed aloud. Screw them all he was his own man now, and this was exactly where he wanted to be.

Kurt's eyes trailed deliberately down her leg coming to rest on the black scorpion. He watched her fingers glide over her slender ankle. As he saw the black on her achilles tendon he knew how painful it must have been to have the needles puncture her skin there. One tough chick. She was unafraid of him, totally at ease with herself. Damn, Kurt loved self confident women.

His eyes raked her body heading up back to her face. He knew that she saw his gaze, there was no hiding his admiration - or his intentions. She pretended to be aloof, yet her eyes betrayed her interest.

"Mine hurt too. It took three visits and a total of 7 hours. The bastards told me I had to be stone sober. I was until they were done with each session. Had it done last Christmas. Name is Kurt. Yours? Hmmm, I can guess your name ....."

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Jorja

The band finished their raucous set, and I no longer had to scream my throat raw over the music. I found my eyes straying to the dark corners of the room where Travis so often lurked, just as he did in the darker corners of my mind.

Drumming my fingers on the slick countertop, I critiqued my reflection in the mirror behind the bar, the etched Budweiser logo slightly obscuring my view. There was a deer-in-the-headlights look to my eyes, and I cringed at what the cliché implied. I prided myself on being my own woman, street savvy and steel willed, and it was tough for me to admit to myself I could be scared this easy.

Other than that, I looked pulled together despite this evening’s previous encounters. Kurt seemed uncannily familiar – I knew I had seen that strong-set jaw somewhere before.

“I need a drink.” I replied cooly, apropos of nothing.

He was the type of man that my instincts screamed warnings about. I kept my voice cagey and my glances guarded, although he struck me as someone who – once they had their eye set on something – never gave up until they got it...or die trying.

 

[Skorpios]

Gabriel

Description: Gabriel is 5'8", with shoulder-length dark hair, green eyes and fair skin. He is slim, well-dressed with an air of innocence but a gleam in his eye reveals a powerful curiosity.


It was very late when I finally farewelled the last guests leaving my 21st birthday party. Although the evening had been fun, I had been constantly aware of the card tucked into my pocket.

It had arrived that morning in one of my birthday cards, frustratingly unsigned, with just an address and the intriguing words, 'Sexual Haven' written in firm but feminine strokes. It was in an area of town I was not familiar with, but I was in the mood for adventure.

Finding the place was easy - finding the courage to enter was a bit trickier, but eventually I passed through the doors and was struck by several sensations all at once.

The music filled the room with an almost organic pulsation; the hint of movement in the shadows, silhouettes of entwined bodies; tobacco-smoke scratched at my throat, and a subtler scent thrilled me, the musky smell of sex.

I almost stumbled as everything hit me at once so I quickly took a seat at the nearest table. Taking a deep, calming breath, I looked around slowly, drinking in the sights and sounds of this amazing place.

 

[badmatt]

He enters quietly

OOC: First time here....be gentle.....or not...*wicked lil' grin*

Description:
Young man from Hong Kong...His dark blue eyes giving Him away as being of mixed heritage, but most of his other fetures distinctly Asian...
Short black hair...
thin and well muscled...
standing only 5'8" but appearing much more dangerous than most would guess at first glance..
wearing a black tank top under a black silk shirt...black pants covering his muscular legs...
tail of a dragon tattoo appearing from under the right sleeve and the bottom of a set of Chinese characters the meaning of which is undiscernable just yet appearing under the left...

IC:
Stepping quietly to the bar, eyeing the crowd...looking for a woman to share with....
"Whiskey...the best bottle you have....and two shot glasses" He waits for the bottle then pays the bartender...turning and looking over the crowd again.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Jorja

Kurt was making me nervous. The quiet power of his voice and subtle commanding overtones of his gaze made my heart pound. Obviously, the martini had not done the trick.

A brisk swirl of icy air drifted in, lifting my hair slightly from my shoulders in the draft. My eyes caressed the two figures that entered, lingering on the tattoos of the second man, just visible under the silken sleeve of a black dress shirt.

Waiting until he walked over to the bar, I leaned on the counter next to him. Rolling back his cuff with cool, smooth fingers, I admired the dragon tattoo for a moment. Letting my nail drag down his arm before returning my hands to the empty glass in front of me, I wondered how he would respond.

I could feel Kurt’s eyes on the back of my figure as I turned to the bartender, requesting my second gin and tonic of the evening.

 

[badmatt]

Re: Jorja

Kurt was making me nervous. The quiet power of his voice and subtle commanding overtones of his gaze made my heart pound. Obviously, the martini had not done the trick.

A brisk swirl of icy air drifted in, lifting my hair slightly from my shoulders in the draft. My eyes caressed the two figures that entered, lingering on the tattoos of the second man, just visible under the silken sleeve of a black dress shirt.

Waiting until he walked over to the bar, I leaned on the counter next to him. Rolling back his cuff with cool, smooth fingers, I admired the dragon tattoo for a moment. Letting my nail drag down his arm before returning my hands to the empty glass in front of me, I wondered how he would respond.

I could feel Kurt’s eyes on the back of my figure as I turned to the bartender, requesting my second gin and tonic of the evening.

*smiling down as I feel the fingers over the dragon* Hello there...*My eyes taking all of you in in mere moments....* Care for a drink? *Grabbing the bottle and the shot glasses in one hand and the other arm hooking in yours leading you to a table a bit away from the crowd of the bar*

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Jorja

I pulled my hand from his, raking back my hair. Pursing my lips, I looked at him coyly.

“Drink? Well that all depends on what you’re offering…” I murmured, gesturing to the bottle in his left hand, the label facing him so I couldn’t read it.

Rolling the stem of the glass between my fingers, I tried to assess him, but this seemed to be a man who couldn’t be categorized as easily as most. A mystery, yes, but a dark one with the biting edge of danger. Almost the same words that had been used to describe me at one time or another.

 

[badmatt]

Re: Jorja

I pulled my hand from his, raking back my hair. Pursing my lips, I looked at him coyly.

“Drink? Well that all depends on what you’re offering…” I murmured, gesturing to the bottle in his left hand, the label facing him so I couldn’t read it.

Rolling the stem of the glass between my fingers, I tried to assess him, but this seemed to be a man who couldn’t be categorized as easily as most. A mystery, yes, but a dark one with the biting edge of danger. Almost the same words that had been used to describe me at one time or another.

*actually looking at the bottle for the first time...almost chuckling as 'tis a bottle of JD Special blend......showing her the label* Not the best I've ever had but better than what most bars have....if it's not to your liking...whatever is I'll get us a bottle...

*wondering if she has the same problem most people do...trying to place My age...chuckling for real this time as I've been accused of being everything from 16 to 30....looking deep into Her eyes then rolling up My sleeve..showing off the whole dragon* Do you like it? It's the smallest other than these...*showing off the characters on My other arm but not yet explaining their meaning*