Sexual Haven

[Mistress Jorja]

Jorja

Reaching instinctively for her purse to tip the obliging bartender, she realized she had left it on the leather seat of her Mustang. Shit. Before she had a chance to get up though, a petite blonde waitress intervened and told her that her tab was all taken care of. Upon further questioning, the waitress nodded in the direction of a dark booth in which Jorja could just make out the silhouette of a lone man bent arduously over a book of some kind.

Jorja turned her scrutinizing gaze on this reclusive figure, tracing the line of his set jaw with her eyes, and causing him to glance up with a perceptible start at the feel of such intense studyment. She offered what could only be dubbed as a bewitching smile, and turned back to raise the White Russian to her lips.

"Rapid service when it's called for, diligence when it's not. I like that in my...bartenders."

 

[gopher&kitsune]

Alex

Alex, intrigued by the bewitching of smile of the woman at the bar started to write once again. This time when he was done he tore the page from his book. He took his glass and and the page in hand and made his way over to the bar.

As he walked across the room he caught the eye of the seductress at the bar. She watched as he started to move straight towards, his eyes locked on hers. The look he gave her was uncomfortably obvious. She turned her eyes from him. He wasn't sure if it was uninterest or if she teasing him, but either way he didn't seem to care.

As he reached the bar he placed his glass on the countertop, "Can I get a little ice, Gabe?"

He looked at the girl, "Hi, I'm Alex." As the words left his lips he moved to the other side of her, leaned over Amano and kissed her on the forehead. With a chuckle he asked, "Having fun, honey?"

 

[Inkubus]

Gabriel

Gabriel winked at Jorja amd reached under the bar for a clean collins glass and filled it with ice. "Anything else sir?" He said sliding the glass across the bar.

 

[gopher&kitsune]

Alex

"No, that should be it." I grab the glass and drop the note in front of Jorja.

The note reads:
I saw the way you tapped your shoe and it gave me the rythm that my writing was missing. Thanks

I move down to the other side of the Amano and Geofrey so I can be close to the door. It looked like I was waiting for something, plus the room was getting a little stuffy from all the heat. As a cool breaze hit my face I looked back to see if Jorja read the note.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Jorja

I saw the way you tapped your shoe and it gave me the rhythm that my writing was missing.

Jorja read the note, smiling at the words written in steady, bold streaks. She looked over with a glance of surprise when he called the woman pinned beneath another man "honey," but dismissed it quickly as his catching eyes met hers.

Tossing her hair over her right shoulder, she blotted her lips on the cocktail napkin, leaving a dark purple oval smudged on the off-white surface. Returning the bartenders playful smile, she made her way over to the door where Alex was leaning expectantly.

Drink in hand, she passed within reach of Travis, his eyes shut as he enjoyed the sensations of the woman. She let the fringe of her crimson scarf play over his face as she retied it, whispering to him in a venomous tone.

"Two to One, Travis, look who's winning...as usual."

With that, she turned on her heel and made her way over to Alex, fawning over him with her lithe movements, revealing all her womanly charms. Striding purposefully behind him, she let her nails graze over the top of his well-built forearm, purring in his ear.

"Evening Alex...and if my reputation fails to proceed me, I'm Jorja."

 

[Jack Steed]

Travis

Travis had done what he considered to be the honorable thing in warning Kitty of his impending orgasm. He wasn’t wholly unprepared, therefore, when she straightened up suddenly and forced him to withdraw. Hell, it wouldn’t be the first time some girl had made him finish the job himself, and, besides, he wouldn’t mind jerking off all over this one’s sweet ass.

The rim job, however, did surprise him. No question about that. And when his heart started beating again, he managed to emit another series of oaths and profanities, just to let her know that he was still conscious.

She giggled smugly and turned him around, enjoying her control over him, as she had enjoyed being controlled moments earlier. The next thing he knew his cock was buried halfway down her throat, and her finger was snaking up his ass. More surprises--and Travis liked surprises like these. Kitty began humming excitedly as she went about finishing him off, and Travis leaned his head against the wall and laughed softly, content to enjoy these last intense moments before the "little death" began.

With each spurt of semen, Travis felt like he had been hit with a cattle prod, and Kitty’s hungry mouth just would not stop sucking. Her hand moved up and down the shaft firmly to make sure she got all of his spunk, and the added stimulus of her finger made sure there was plenty of it for her.

With her usual flair for melodrama, Jorja appeared suddenly before him just as Kitty was licking the final bits of cum from his still-throbbing shaft.
"Two to one, Travis...," she mocked him, flicking her scarf in his face to punctuate her taunt. Then she flounced off to play with the insurance salesman who had ogled Kitty and him earlier.

Travis muttered dark threats under his breath as he stared after her, but Kitty jerked hard on his semi-stiff prick and growled to get his attention again.

 

[gopher&kitsune]

Alex

Her touch was enticing. The playful scratch across my arm had me turning into puddy.

Her words came to me like a promise of excitment for that night, "Evening Alex...and if my reputation fails to proceed me, I'm Jorja."

"I hope you don't mind me paying for your evening, Jorja. I've been having some problems with my writing and came to this bar in hopes that the change would break my writer's block." I looked at her lips. An enticing world in and of their own, the way the soft light glistened on the crest of her bottom lip drew me into this world of hers. I reached out, running my fingers gently down her cheek. "You are a muse in every way." I lean in slightly to kiss her, but I pause and tilt my head. I look down for a second and bring my gaze back up to her eyes. "I'm sorry," I said, "You caught me in your web for second." I took my hand away from her cheek, "I wouldn't mind being in it." I smile at her as my eyes tell the story of my desires.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Jorja

Placing one hand on Alex's chest, she ran it over the fabric, feeling the heat from his skin beneath. Wrapping the other around his neck, her fingers playing lightly over his skin, she raised on her tiptoes to meet his lips. Cutting off his stream of words, she pulled at his bottom lip with her teeth forcing his mouth to hers. Leaning back, his fingers found their way to the patch of bare skin between her low-cut skirt and high cut top, tracing the subtle curve of her hips through the tightly stretched material.

Meeting his gaze, she replied with a breathy giggle.

"Good, that's how I like my men...caught, trapped, and all tied up...."

Here she nipped at his neck playfully.

"....in my rapturous wit."

 

[gopher&kitsune]

Alex

The touch of her lips told stories of rapture. I knew I would not escape this woman. I couldn't, my mind was only wanting to explore her, to play her game of seduction. My fingers ventured a sample of the alluring flesh that I found myself craving. The curve of her body is sculpted perfection. A form only created in an artist's work of love. Her eyes had a playful spirit to them.

"Good, that's how I like my men...caught, trapped, and all tied up...." she whispered, her teeth biting my neck gently like a prowler toying with its prey.
"....in my rapturous wit."

Those words were enough to take anyones will to fight when they flowed forth from lips like hers. With a multitude of words at my command I was unable to speak. My body was quivering slightly under my clothes. My heart pounded with excitement.

With all the sensations overtaking me I whispered the only sound I could utter, "uuuuunnnnnnnhhhhhhh." My eyes closed and a calm came over me, like a fog rolling in off the ocean in the ethereal light of dawn. I wrapped my fingers around her neck and pulled her in, my lips inviting hers to meet mine again.

 

[Huntress]

Varly

“… I am Dirk.. Mind if I join you?”

Startled by the deep masculine voice rumbling in her ear, Varly flinched and spun round to see who had the effrontery to interrupt her little fit of pique. For a change, she actually had to look up to make eye contact. Whoever “Dirk” was, he was tall.

Varly figured him to be at least 6’ 5” plus. He had a slender build with wide shoulders and slim hips, the sort she loved to draw and then mould from clay. An involuntary chill zipped up her spine and prickled at the base of her skull as she imagined running her hands over his sweat slicked buttocks, muscles contracting… She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment to clear her head of the provacative vision.

Don’t go off half-cocked, now gal. Remember what a pickle your insatiable puss has gotten you into already tonight.

It was hard to see his face. The weird yellow light of halide lamps in the parking lot behind him gave his half-shadowed features an unearthly appearance. She could just make out the strong, angular lines of his cheeks and jaw, a patrician nose and almost completely obscured, dark eyes smoldering behind a pair of stylish spectacles.

The better to see you with, my dear…

“Hello,” she responded, not taking her eyes from his as he shifted out of the glare and stopped just a few feet away. His movements were cat-like and graceful; unusual in one so tall. The hard lines of his face were softened in the now direct light, revealing his dark complexion, piercing brown eyes and a remarkably sensitive mouth with lips that begged to be kissed but didn’t smile easily.

Despite her growing fascination, Varly couldn’t shake the bad temper which had followed her out of the bar.

“Sure. Be my guest. But I can’t guarantee I’ll be good company just now,” she growled softly, striding off toward her bike.

When she reached the Low Rider, Varly savagely threw her coat over the handle bars and bent down, ripping open a saddlebag to hunt for a cigarette. “I know the damned things are in here somewhere,” she grumbled to herself. “Why is it I carry these bottomless pits anyway? I can never find anything in here…” Muttering curses as she gave up searching, she heaved a sigh and perched her bare cheeks on the chilly leather seat, the deliciously crisp shock finally dispelling her foul mood.

Dirk approached with understandable caution and pulled a pack of Marlboro’s out of his breast pocket which he wordlessly proffering and she gladly accepted. He didn’t give her time to think about looking for a lighter as one suddenly appeared in his hand, its flame guttering slightly in the faint breeze. She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes, feeling her muscles relax as the nicotine entered her bloodstream, allowing her head to fall against the back of her neck as she released a column of smoke into the misty air.

It was an intentional creation; if you will “a living sculpture” whose attitude was one of complete physical vulnerability. It was also the only way she knew to make an apology.

 

[gopher&kitsune]

amano Ai

ooc- Sorry for not showing up lately, been at school.

His big balls slapped against my chin as he fucked my breasts. His throbbing penis wrapped in the warmth of my firm breasts. I can't take it anymore and suck noisily on his balls. Causing him to jerk at the new sensation, my tongue traveling along his scrotum and down to the special spot between his balls and his anus. The pungent smell of his sweat permiates my nostrils but I pay no heed, my tongue works it's magic all around his sacs. I can't help but giggle when a song goes through my head, playing over and over.

"Suck on my Chocolate Salty Balls...."

My giggling intensifies and I can't stop, I push away to try and get the image of the Southpark Chef outta my mind. lol. Instead I take his shaft, deep into my mouth until it reaches the back of my throat, I lean my head further back so that I could deepthroat the burning cock. It slides deeper down my gullet, almost gagging me but I hold back the gags. I want him to have the most pleasure that he's ever had in a Looooong time. My hips raise up a little off of the counter to give me more leverage. My legs splayed enticingly to the man behind the bar, an open invitation to anyone who was interested in my tight, hungry twat. Every part of my body aches.....could this be what Hunger pains feel like?

Both our bodies sheen with the layer of sweat, reflecting beautifully in the dim lights of the club. My mind reels as his shaft sinks deeply down my throat. Pumping wildly. I give in to all of the pleasure.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Jorja

Jorja leaned forward as if to lock in an impassioned embrace again, but only let him feel her warm breath on his awaiting lips for just a second before turning her face to the side. He let out a low sound, resonating from the depths of him throat, that punctuated the heavy beating of his heart she could feel from where their chests pressed firmly together.

Working her practiced hands into the folds of his shirt, she leaned heavily against him, forcing him back against the wall. She allowed herself the pleasure of his mouth again, but denied him any more than that as she backed away so only their lips touched. Supporting herself with hands, fingers splayed, on the darkly paneled walls, she slowly brought one boot up the side of his leg, caressing him with the sharply cut heel, tickling the backs of his knees.

Accenting these ministrations with a scratch here and bite there, she flaunted her prize to the one audience member she cared about impressing.

 

[gopher&kitsune]

Alex

Her caresses and bites were enthralling. He knew he was in trouble by mannerisms in her touch. He was merely a toy to her this night. Each movement was methodical. She knew to steal a mans soul. Her lips were so temptuous yet evil with each gentle bit. The feeling of her leg softly touching mine... her heal stroking the back of my knee. It took all my energy to just stay on my feet.
I just stood there awaiting her next command... I knew words could do nothing to this woman and she need not speak, her will was overpowering me. I awaited another taste of those royal lips....

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Jorja

Kissing him softly, the flickers of her tongue over his pearly white teeth hinted of what sensations they could form together. Running her nail from his broad forehead, over the bridge of his sloping nose, tracing his firm lips, and finally under his chin, she raised his mouth from hers so she could look into his magnificent eyes. She knew she was in control when he dropped his gaze to the side, refusing to stare her down.

A surrendering like that couldn't go unrewarded. Drawing his hands into hers, she placed one on her hips so his thumb was tucked into the top of her skirt and could freely caress her flat stomach, the other beneath the smooth curves of her breasts.

Tossing her head back, her raven colored head of hair flicking teasingly over his face, she allowed herself to be felt up, reliving the days of being part of the 'naughty' couple trying to get in a few squeezes in the dark corner at the school dance.

 

[gopher&kitsune]

Alex

As Jorja's head tips back, her hair glides over his skin with teasing caresses, he leans forward and gently sucks upon her neck. The slight sting of his teeth as he nibbles gently brings a tingling warmth to her.

His hands are soft, gentle in there touch since they have not been hardened with years of labor. His fingers curl gently in waves along her stomach, just letting the tips barely drag against herr skin. The sensation, pulling his fingers away and letting them hover near her skin as they retreat only to caress her again, causes her to breath deeply. Her chest heaving with each breath, inviting him taste of her breasts. His hand kifts her breast between the thumb and forefinger as the rest of his hand pulls her body close to me. She finds his grip to be powerful for such a delicate hand.

As he caresses her, he watches her breast slide up and down, her nipple becoming erect from the gentle touch of the fabric that covers it. He wants so badly to take her nipple into his mouth, but awaits her command. He has found himself submitting to her every whim, a being only there to feel pleasure and give it in return. His only thought, "Does this please you?" As his eyes momentarily look into hers.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Jorja

Breathing deeply, almost drawing gasps of excitement from the air, she inhaled the spicy scent of mutual anticipation, as exotic as any incense. His mouth naturally found its way to the soft skin of her neck, as if he knew this was one of the most satisfying sensations he could elicit, she again rewarded him by drawing her body closer, leaning her head against his shoulder. Working her hands under the hem of his shirt, she pressed her palms flat against his stomach, feeling the steady rise and fall.

Although she longed for him to continue his forceful contact against the erogenous area along the base of her jaw line and the delicate form of her neck, brushing his lips along the plunging line that highlighted the petite form of her breasts caused equal enjoyment.

"Does this please you?"

His voice was low and raised her anticipation as much as any physical contact could have caused. Oh, now this was a voice she could listen to whisper to her all night. Smiling up at him, scratching lightly over his warm chest, she murmured back.

“Oh yes...more than you can imagine...”

At her simple nod of assurance, the sharp sting of his teeth coursed over her delicate skin, a subtle colloquialism of intimate caresses predating time.

 

[gopher&kitsune]

Alex

Her skin is soft and hot to the touch of his lips. He takes his hand from her stomach and takes hold of her in his arm. Her hands still pressing firmly against his stomach. If she only knew how incredible this felt to him. The warm touch of a hand against his stomach always managed to turn him into a bumbling fool. He leaned back against the wall, his hands sliding down her sides. He let His head fall back against the wall. His eyes close as this feeling puts him in a blissful state. A small smile takes its place upon his face. His hands now rest upon her hips. He pulls her forward so their hips are touching. No words were needed to explain the pleasure that he felt.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Jorja

Murmuring barely audible words of lust, she worked her hands up to his neckline, peeling the shirt back from his handsome form. The radiated heat seeped between her fingers as she dragged her lips down his chin and throat, exploring the malleable skin with a cat-like, sandpaper tongue.

Bringing her hips to his firmly, she could feel his hardness pulled fast against the black fabric that separated them, his pants tight and constricting around his crotch. The fruits of my labor... she thought abstractly, removing a hand from his now bare chest to slowly trace one finger along the seams that were stitched in a boldly colored gold thread, contrasting against the dark color of his trousers.

 

[gopher&kitsune]

As her hands explored his body, tracing the seams in his pants he could hardly bare to stand. His first instinct was drop to his knees and begin to feast upon her flesh, but he waited, he wanted the seduction to linger on. He reached his hand up to the back of her neck, stroking it gently.

As she let out a soft purr he let it slide down, drawing a slow and unending series of S's down her spine with the tip of his middle finger. His touch so delicate that she could feel the tingle of each invisible hair on her as it passed.

His mind was set on exploration, as was hers. His hand slowly made its way back to her hips taking its time as the curve of her butt had to be mapped out in his mind.

When his hands were both at her sides he began to follow the slope at that top of her legs that led to her moist pleasure bud. He let his fingers slide along her skirt down to her inner thighs. His hands turning out so his fingers could feel her hot flesh lightly trembling. As his hands slid down he leaned in towards her. There lips coming closer.

As they were about to touch he pulled away... his fingers digging gently into her succulent thighs... pulling lightly at her flesh catching the edge of her skirt and pulling it up... The fabric caressing her skin.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Jorja

As his masterful fingers wound their way down her back, she purred in delight at his opulent caresses. A virtuoso of seduction herself, she massaged his shoulders with a suggestive rhythm. Indulging herself with a low moan, his intensity on the pouty lips that were so neatly concealed beneath her patent leather grew to a point where she felt her heart almost stop in the heat of the moment. Sinking her nails into his skin everytime he made a particurally arrousing pass over her sensative folds, she enjoyed hearing his grunts of discomfort.

But as quickly as the waves of pleasure had come, the tides changed and his hand drifted further away, trailing moist drops down the inside of her thigh.

Turning around, she leaned her head back against his shoulder. The cleft of her buttocks pressed against his hardness and she flexed her already tensed muscles against his obvious excitement. Picking her collins glass back up from it’s resting point at the end of the bar, she tossed back the remaining swallow, tilting her head to engulf his lips in hers, the strong taste of kahlua on her tongue.

 

[gopher&kitsune]

Alex

As she kissed his lips he lost his restraint. His body pulsed with excitement. His hands moved up her body quickly. His fingers diving under her shirt. Lifting it from her body as they grabbed her breasts firmly. Massaging them between his fingers. Her nipples being pinched between his fingers.

His lips began to taste the flesh at her neck. Her head dropped back onto his shoulders. As he started to regain a bit of control he let his tongue slide slowly up her neck, tracing her jaw line and as he reached her chin he let his cheek drop onto hers and gently nuzzled her.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Jorja

She felt showing off once was enough, and the eyes that followed their sensual games made her feel more uncomfortable than aroused. Letting him slide his hand tighter around her waist, she motioned towards the dark hallway that led to the back rooms used for storage and who knows what else.

"Lets get the hell outta here..."

Nibbling at his ear as she whispered, they started down the hall. She found a lightswitch and flicked it on to reveal a long corridor of doors. Putting both her hands in his front pockets, she kissed him lightly, surveying this deserted area of the club.

"Gentleman's choice..."

 

[gopher&kitsune]

Alex

The hallway looked as if had not been used recently. A few of the doors had signs on them. They all appeared to be theme rooms. He walked down the hallway while she teased his cock through the thin layer of cotton that was his pocket.

He found a sign that interested him A WOMANS DESIRE. He opened the door, turned on the light and they saw what looked to be a floor almost completely covered in padded crushed red velvet. In the middle of the floor there were two brown leather ottomans. The walls were covered with images of truffles and variaties chocolates.

The floor was pillowy causing them to feel a bit unbalanced. Their bodies pressed against each other as they made their way towards the ottomans. The tops had been painted to appear as if they had been made of chocolate as well. Sitting on top of one of them was an old menu from before. A list of different treats.

"Would you like to lay down?" He looked at her and offered her the ottoman's as he slid them together....

 

[Mistress Jorja]

OOC: LMAO!!! Ohmigod...too funny...

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Jorja

Her eyes flirted around the room, taking in the rich colors and textures. Jorja couldn’t help but grin at the decor...an extreme to almost a Vegas-tacky. Tracking lightly on the pillowed floor, she leaned neatly on the hand Alex had around her waist and under the bottom hem of her crimson and black streaked shirt. Turning her focus back to the centerpiece of the room - him, she pulled roughly on the front pockets of his pants. Growling in a heated tone, she tugged playfully at his zipper.

“Off...now...”

Disentangling herself, she moved out of reach, laying herself on the floor, and propped her spiked boots on the plush cherry red velvet of the ottoman. One elbow cradling her head, she followed his movements with her calm eyes, awaiting his obedience to her command.