An apology and a request.

Amy came over last night to check up on me. The doctor says ‘no alcohol’ for a while, and she seems to think that means she can drink the whole bottle of wine herself. But my wine rack is full, and she’s certainly earned her share of whatever she wants to have. She’s my friend.

Amy

So she’s about a half bottle down, and we’re talking and laughing, when she asks, “What the hell was that blog about the other day?”

“What do you mean?”

She gives me her ‘you-know-what-I-mean’ look, but I don’t, so I just shrug.

“You know, the one about your dream girl, Chastity, and the men in black, and the creepy tattooed guy? What was that all about?”

“Seriously, Amy, that’s the way it went down after you drove away. Why did you drive away, anyway?”

She’s chuckling so hard, a dribble of wine slips out and down her chin. I’m so tempted to lick it clean, and I’m not sure if it’s because I’m craving wine, or her.

“God, Marc, you’ve got such a great imagination. I picked you up at the hospital. There was no one else there. You were flying so high on your pain medications you babbled all the way home. Did you really believe that all happened?”

The images and memories of that day were still etched firmly in my head. I can’t imagine I dreamed that up, but Amy’s explanation makes a lot more sense than mine.

So anyway, to my readers, I apologize. It must have been the pain meds talking. Just ignore my previous blog.

“By the way,” Amy went on, “that nurse, Vickie, seems pretty sweet on you. You going to see her again?”

God, thinking of Vickie made me harder than hell.

Sexy doctor

I tell her all about what happened between me and Vickie in the hospital. “She’s in Points Club. I’ve kind of promised her a rematch.”

Amy knows about the club, and we’re at a point in our relationship where we can talk to each other about anything. We’ve gotten over the sex and into the friend zone. I’m not sure how that happened, but it’s nice. She’s got a new boyfriend named Bill, who’s keeping her happy, and we can still get together and bull-shit with each other.

“So are you coming up with something kinky for your little Points Club date?” Her eyes are bright as she jibes me. “Something you can write about later?”

“That’s the problem,” I tell her. “I’m kind of a meat and potatoes guy, when it comes to sex. I’m not really into the kinky stuff.”

“Yeah, but you do the meat part really good.” She’s chuckling hard now, and I notice the wine bottle is almost empty, but despite the fact that she’s pretty soused, she comes up with a really good idea. “Why don’t you ask your fans on that blog of yours for suggestions?”

So there you have it. What do you guys think? Anyone have any ideas what kind of scenario I should pitch to Vickie for my first real points club encounter. If so, leave them in the comments below. Nothing really kinky, because I’m not that kind of guy, but something fun, sexy—some fantasy you’d like me to write about. If I pick yours I’ll send you a free copy of the story when I complete it.

 

 

Men in Black?

I’m not sure what to think about what happened this morning.

I thought I had it all worked out to have Amy pick me up at the hospital. Doc Warner released me, and boy did it feel good to get back into street clothes again. A week in one of those hospital gowns is more air conditioning than a guy needs, especially with Nurse Vickie coming and going all the time.

And yeah, I do mean coming. I’ve made another four points over the past couple of days, though I did promise to pay Vickie back some night after I recovered enough to head to the North Point Supper Club.

“You’re a pretty popular guy, Marc,” Vickie said as she pushed my wheelchair toward the hospital’s front doors.  “Three cars showed up to drive you home.”

What the heck? As Vickie wheeled me out the entrance, I saw Amy driving away. She waved, but didn’t stop.

Then I saw the Red VW.

Happy urban girl in car

Chastity.

“Hi Marc. We need to talk.” She looked worried. “I may have overstepped a few boundaries.”

A black SUV was parked down a ways and two guys in black suits stepped out. They were smiling, but something just didn’t feel right.

Businessmen

“Mr. Stevens. We need to ask you a few questions.”

They reached into their jackets and pulled out some credentials. I saw CIA, and their pictures on the cards and got the feeling that these are not the kind of guys you want asking you questions.

“No you don’t.” The voice came from behind me, just as everything started to dim to black—like the sun just shut off. The two guys froze. Their eyes were open, but they didn’t move. I’m not even sure they were breathing.

I turned and saw Vickie, still holding the wheelchair, standing stiffly just like the men. A thin ray of light was all that illuminated the area. I knew it was morning, but it was as if a thin spotlight was shining down on the sidewalk in the middle of the night. A man stepped forward into the dim illumination.

Young fellow in the tattooings

“Be careful Adam,” I heard chastity say, but I couldn’t see her in the darkness.

The man took off his jacket and I saw that his lower torso was covered in strange tattoos.

Young fellow in the tattooings

“Don’t worry, Chas. I got this.”  He handed his jacket off into the darkness. I caught just a glimpse of Chastity as she took it. Even though I couldn’t see anything, I felt the air around me crackling with some kind of energy.

Young fellow in the tattooings

Suddenly the sun was shining brightly again. It took my eyes a moment to adjust, and by the time they did, the two men in black had put their credentials away and gone back to their SUV.

As they drove off, Chastity handed the man back his jacket. “You’re such a show off.”

He just cocked her a smile and walked away.

“Bye, Mark. Take it easy now.” I realized Vickie was walking away, pushing the wheelchair back toward the hospital entrance. It was like she never saw what just happened.

I must have stood stunned, because the next thing I know Chastity is taking my hand and leading me toward her car. “Come on, Marc. I know you’re confused, and I can’t even begin to explain it all to you right now. Just get in the car and let me take you home.”

She drove without saying a word until we were parked in front of my apartment building.

“Are you going to tell me what happened back there?” I asked. Her eyes flew wide and she looked at me.

“You remember it?” she asked.  How could I forget?

“Damn it, you must have some kind of natural shielding.” She shook her head. I could tell she seemed frantic. Finally she took a deep breath.

“Marc, you have to forget what just happened. It’s dangerous stuff. As far as everyone else is concerned, it didn’t happen, so don’t push it. It could mean your life.”

A cold knot twisted in my stomach. She was serious.

“Go get some rest,” she said and motioned me out of the car.

I trudged up to my apartment and was heading to bed, but I figured I should write everything down. I really didn’t plan on posting this, I just wanted to get it down before the memories started to dim, then I thought, what the hell, no one is going to believe me anyway.

So I’m going to hit post…then I’m going to bed.

 

Sponge bath with an angel.

Dr. Warner stopped by today to tell me that everything is looking good. He expects I’ll be able to get out of bed by tomorrow and go home in the next few days. He also happens to be the doctor for the Points Club that I was supposed to see a few days ago, so he’s run all the tests for that and…I’m in!

Amy stops by every day to fill me in on what’s happening. The police took my statement yesterday, and it looks like Kevin will be going away for quite a while. I know Amy feels guilty, but heck, who knew the guy would go crazy like that. I’m just glad she wasn’t hurt.

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I’ve had a lot of visitors from Points Club, giving me some great stories to write. I took lots of notes and had time to start one that Candy told me about. I’m hoping to get that out soon.

After everyone leaves, Nurse Vickie comes in to check on me. God, she’s gorgeous, and she does things to me that can be a bit embarrassing when you’re only wearing one of those backless hospital gowns.

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“Sponge bath time, kiddo,” she says and I know I’m in trouble. She just pulls down the sheets and pulls up my gown and starts in. My soldier’s standing at full attention, and she’s working her way down to him.

“I hear you passed all your tests.” She’s smiling as she starts to drag the washcloth up and down and all around. She finishes the sponge bath and my member is pulsing like crazy.

She steps back and her eyes are on it as she pulls out her smartphone. “Two points?”

That’s when I realize she’s in the club. Thank God I’ve got three points available, because I really needed what she was offering. “Hell yes!”

Sexy doctor

She locks the door and slips out of her uniform. I’ve been thinking about her naked for the past two days, and now she is, and it’s even better than I imagined. “Now, let me do everything. You’re still not supposed to exert yourself.”

She takes my cock in her hot hand, and brings her lips right down on it. Oh man that feels good. Her tongue is doing things that just have to be illegal in some states.

She pulls up and off. “You taste so good, but if I’m paying, I want more than this.”

What the fuck? She’s paying me?

She climbs on the bed and straddles me, being careful of my stitches, then brings one of those incredible breasts right to my mouth. I reach up and pull it in. Her nipples are hard and ready, and as I suck and lick she guides my hand between her legs. She’s so wet.

“Now, no bucking. Doctor’s orders.” She moves down and positions herself over my throbbing cock. “Let me do all the work.”

God, and did she work it. It was so hard just laying there and letting it all happen, but in the end I think we both got what we wanted.

Afterwards I needed another sponge bath, which almost led to another round, but Vickie gave me a shot to make me drowsy.

“You need your sleep.” She bent over to pick up her clothes from the floor, and the last thing I remember is that beautiful ass of hers.

I woke up a few minutes ago, feeling rested and pretty good. I checked the Points club app on my phone and, son of a bitch, I now have five points.

Puppet Dreams!

Okay, maybe it’s because I’m stuck in the hospital right now with nothing to do but surf the internet on my laptop, but I think this is hilarious. I know, I should be writing, but I just watched the whole series, and it’s great:

Here’s a link to the whole series: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8H1tG7DIwzc&list=PLl4T6p7km9dbx0o8J35KjWAwaiEo5tV7G

Kevin (Part 2)

Amy just dropped off my laptop, smartphone and a change of clothes. The pain medication has dropped off a bit, so I can think straight again and hopefully stay awake long enough to finish this blog entry. Thank goodness this place has internet access.

Yup, I’m in the hospital.

The stitches in my side pulled and hurt like hell when I shifted enough to sit up. I should have called Vickie, my day nurse, to help, but I know she’s plenty busy, and I hate to bother her.

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Yeah, Vickie’s something special. Even in my drug-induced haze, it’s hard not to notice her. She’s got gentle hands, dreamy eyes, and some pretty impressive cleavage that I can’t help but notice when she’s bending over me.

Anyway, I suppose you’re wondering how I got here.

It was right after I’d posted up my new short story, Alan’s Gambit. I heard hammering on the door across the hall, followed by an angry voice.

“Damn it, Amy, let me in.” I recognized the voice right away. Kevin, Amy’s ex-boyfriend.

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“Go away. You know you’re not supposed to be here.” Amy sounded frantic. “I’m calling the cops.” There’s a restraining order against Kevin to keep him away from Amy.

I was almost to my door when I heard the thump and crash in the hallway outside. “You think you’re so special, just ‘cause you got that pretty face.”

Amy’s scream filled the air, as I flung open my door to rush across the hall.

“Maybe your face won’t be so pretty when I’m done with ya.”

Kevin was advancing on Amy, and the fucker had a knife in his hand that I swear was a foot long. She’s screaming and backing away.

There’s no way I was letting him touch Amy. I jumped him and grabbed his wrist, to keep the knife out of play. We crashed to the floor and rolled around, knocking some furniture over, but he ended up on top of me. I hear Amy shouting.

“There’s a man here with a knife trying to kill me…” She must have called 911. She has a good head on her shoulders. (…and the rest of her’s not bad either.)

I knew I had to keep Kevin busy for a while, but he’s bigger than me, and stronger. I figured I was in trouble when I lost my grip on his wrist.

I managed to roll out from under him, and we tussled a bit more, smashing a table and lamp. Then I feel a slicing pain down the right side of my torso. My head reels and my arms lose all their strength. He’s sitting on top of me again and I see him raising the knife. His eyes are wild. I figure it’s all over.

Suddenly there’s a dull thunk, and  Kevin’s eyes cross. As he slides to the side, I see Amy towering over him, a chair leg in one hand and her cell phone in the other.

“And send an ambulance, quick…” was the last thing I heard her say before everything went black.

I woke up here, in a lot of pain. A doctor was stitching me up, and nurse Vickie was leaning over me, with that wonderful cleavage. It could have been worse.

It’s here!

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My first Points Club adventure is now available on Amazon.com at: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00BFGFWLK

This is Alan and Tina’s story of a fun and sexy night at the North Point Supper Club:

The North Point Supper club is more than the rundown night club it appears. Members of the Points Club meet, hook up, and exchange their deepest, darkest sexual fantasies in its secret backrooms.

Alan Johnson is taking a risk. There’s more than just points at stake, as he takes beautiful Tina Atkins farther than she was ever prepared to go. Light bondage, fantasy and role-play, and lots of sexy fun.

6,900 sexy words.

Chastity

I knew this day would come. We’d talked about it, knew it would happen. One of the big rules of Points Club, which I left out of my previous post, is that you can only engage in sexual acts with other members of the club. It’s why Tina and I couldn’t get together that night, because I wasn’t officially in the club yet.

Amy’s on board. She was actually invited to join Points Club, but she’d declined. It’s not her kind of thing. She’s a one-guy-at-a-time kind of girl. So I’m losing my booty call, my fuck buddy…God, those terms seem so crude for something that was so special.

Amy

She came over for dinner last night, and we talked. We both agreed we wanted to stay friends. I don’t know if she was just trying to make it easier for me, but she told me she’d had some interest in another guy that she’d decided to pursue anyway, so if I hadn’t broken it off, she probably would have.

We drank some wine, she gave me a hug, and she left…

After that the walls seemed to close in on me, so I went for a walk. I don’t remember how long I was out, but the sky was just hitting that dusky gloom, matching my mood, when I turned a corner, and there she was.

Urban girl

“Poor Marc. Tina leaves you hard, and Amy leaves you hanging.” Yeah, the girl in the red VW bug, my guardian devil…and I still don’t know her name.

“Hi.” It was all I could think of to say. How did this woman know so much about me?

She walked right up and ran her hot hand suggestively down my chest. “I hate it when you’re sad.” She hooked her fingers under the waistband of my jeans and pulled me toward her. Her lips close on mine and I was swept away.

Our tongues tangled and I couldn’t help but pull her into me. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled those soft, perfect breasts into my chest. Below I started to harden.

She broke off the kiss and sighed. “Tomorrow is your doctor’s appointment. After that you’re club only, so I lose you. We’ve only got tonight.”

She reached down and rubbed my pulsing erection. Who was this woman? She obviously wanted me pretty bad. I thought maybe I could use that to get some information. “Only if you tell me your name.”

She smiled broadly. “Oh, you sneaky devil. You use my own desire against me? Damn it Marc, I need you tonight.”

I held my ground, even though my cock was screaming at me to just drag her home and fuck her. I crossed my arms and cocked my head, trying to look determined.

“Chastity,” she sighed. “My name is Chastity.”

I smiled. “See, that wasn’t so hard.”

“Well, something else better be.” She grabbed my hand and led me back home.

Love

She didn’t want wine, or talk. With very little foreplay she was wet and wanting. I didn’t get anything else out of her, except a night of mind-blowing sex, but at least I had a name.

Chastity.