Fireworks under the stars.

Yesterday was Independence Day in more one way for me. I’m not much of a parade and greasy food kind of guy, but there’s just something about fireworks I find fascinating, so after hiding out all day in my apartment, I decided to slip down to the lake to watch the fireworks last night. It was the first time I’d been out of my apartment for any extended time since my blackout period.

I grabbed a couple of wine coolers and a blanket, and headed to the lakeside park. There was quite a crowd gathered, but no one I recognized. In the midst of the crowd, I began to realize just how overwhelming these new mind powers can be. I could barely concentrate, with so many stray thoughts bombarding my brain.

I packed up and moved down the beach, to a more secluded area. Just before the fireworks show began I found a nice, quiet place, under some trees, that still had a good view of the cloudless night sky over the lake.

As the first few fireworks exploded overhead, I opened a wine cooler and sat back. It was easy to relax and just lose myself in the display.

“Do you really want to be alone tonight?” The silky voice surprised me. I hadn’t sensed anyone near.

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Out of the darkness a gorgeous woman appeared. Long dark hair, bright eyes, and pouty lips that begged to be kissed. Her skimpy dress advertized sleek lines and sexy curves. She held a glass of wine in one hand and took a stance that shouted ‘available.’

“Hi,” I said rising (in more ways than one). “I’m Marc.”

“I know,” she answered. “I know who you are, and what you are.”

The hair on the back of my neck rose. Who was this chick?

I tried like hell to delve her mind, but something was blocking me. “Who are you?”

“Someone who’s looking out for you. Someone who cares.”

That didn’t answer any of my questions.

Then she smiled, and held up her hand. “I’m Sarah. Can I join you?”

I invited her to sit down on the blanket next to me. What the hell, she was hot and even without being able to read her mind, I had a good guess as to what was on her mind. “So, when you said you knew what I am, you mean you know I’m a writer? You read my blog?”

She smiled. “That too. I also know you’re a Psylon.”

I wasn’t expecting that. “That’s just stuff I write about on my blog. You know . . . fiction,” I lied.

“If you say so,” she said, sliding her hand up my thigh and squeezing my crotch. “I just love authors.” Now I really didn’t need to read her mind to know what she was thinking.

I reached over and ran my fingers through her silky locks, cupping the back of her head and drawing her lips toward mind. There was no resistance.

As the night sky exploded with color, we rolled on the blanket locked in a kiss that had me ready to pop. She worked my jeans open and freed my cock, while I worked my fingers under her dress. She was so wet. So ready.

“I need you now. Rough and quick.” She was breathing heavily, her full breasts heaving against my chest.

So that’s the way I took her.

After, we wrapped in the blanket and watched the rest of the fireworks. Then I took her home and made a few more.

I fell asleep in her arms, but when I woke this morning, she was gone.

A dream? Maybe. Things have been so weird lately.

But I don’t think so.

Happy Independence Day!

 

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Yours for tonight.

I’m still not convinced it wasn’t a dream, but even after waking this morning it all feels so real.

After a frustrating day of trying to find someone . . . anyone . . . who knew me in town, I gave up and went to bed. I lay there for hours in the dark, my mind not letting me sleep. Then I felt it. A change in the darkness, a lightly floral fragrance wafting through the room.

“Stop beating yourself up,” a soft feminine voice said.

I sat up in bed. “Who’s there?”

The lighting in the room brightened slowly to a dim glow, all on its own. In the doorway stood a woman, beautiful and completely naked. I wasn’t sure if I should scream or smile.

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“Shhh . . .” She brought her finger to her mouth. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

My body reacted to the attractive way her breasts raised with each breath she took. “Do I know you?”

My brain still felt Swiss-cheesed, with no memory of the past six months, and plenty of holes going back much further.

“We met a little over a year ago, when you came out to visit our base.” Her silky tones were soothing, and I started to relax, but my rod continued to stand at full attention. This woman was hot.

I’m a Psylon.

The phrase echoed through my mind. It was the same voice, but her lips never moved. It was as if she spoke to me inside my head.

What the hell was a Psylon?

Looking back now, I see I once knew, and even wrote a blog about them here: https://marcstevenserotica.wordpress.com/2013/03/25/enter-the-psylons/

But last night I couldn’t remember anything about them.

“Don’t worry. Your memories will return in time. You’re still healing from the procedure, and right now you need me as much as I need you.” Her hips swung invitingly as she walked to the side of the bed. She leaned down and brought her lips to mine.

As our tongues tangled in a delightful dance, she slid between the sheets, reaching down to grasp my shaft.

She broke the kiss, leaving my head swimming in erotic delirium.

“I’m yours for tonight.”

If it was a dream, it was a very wet one.

Going Exclusive.

Candy and Alan sat across from me last night in one of the booths in the back room of the North Point Supper Club. They hadn’t been in since the events I wrote about in Raider of the Lost blonde. Tonight was a party to celebrate them going exclusive.

“I can’t believe you two won’t be hanging around here anymore,” I told them. Alan smiled and looked at Candy.

Going exclusive in the Points Club was the equivalent of going steady in the real world. Two people agreed to have sex, at least mostly, with each other. They still retained their points and Points Club privileges, but didn’t have to spend points on each other. It allowed members to explore relationships, without quitting the club.

“We’ll be around,” Alan assured me, “just not as often.”

Candy ran her tongue around those ruby red lips of hers. “I’ll want you to play the villain again, every once in a while, if you’re open to it.”

God! Just thinking back on that night gave me one huge hard-on. I’d played the bad guy in Candy’s Indiana Jones fantasy. It had been quite an adventure.

“I will be fun,” I answered, “as long as I have someone waiting for me in the anti-room.”

“Was Claudia there?” A mischievous twinkle sparkled in Candy’s eyes. “I haven’t had a chance to talk with her yet.”

“Oh yeah.” I couldn’t help smiling. “I was well taken care of.”

Alan stood and pulled Candy into his arms. “Well, we better mingle. It is our party after all.”

“Thanks again, Marc,” Candy added as they headed off, Alan’s hand moving down to cup Candy’s perfect ass.

I took a sip of my wine, wondering if I’d ever get a chance to have Candy even once. She and Alan seemed to be pretty tight. I was happy for them, but I did sigh a bit in regret. Candy was one awesome woman.

“Well?”

Speaking of awesome women, Claudia Halverson slid into the booth across from me, taking the seat Candy and Alan had just vacated. I knew what she was asking, but decided to play dumb.

“Well What?”

Claudia had taken me to a little place called heaven, after Candy’s Indiana Jones adventure had left me. Yeah, that incredible night had given me two stories to write.

“Are you going to write that story?” They all think this writing thing is easy. Claudia hunched over the table, giving me an incredible view of the tops of her breasts as they popped from the top of her low cut blouse.

It reminded me of what she’d done with them that night, and my cock wanted more.

“I might need to do a reenactment, just to get some of the scenes right,” I answered, shooting her a cocky grin.

She leaned over even further, pressing her lips to mine. Her teeth gently tugged my lower lip as she pulled away. “Any time, stud.” Her smile was wicked.

I chuckled. “Actually, it’s almost done. Give me a few more days to polish it, and I’ll have it available.”

I opened my laptop and brought up the cover for her to see, and she squealed in delight.

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Amy’s decision.

“I want to join Points Club.”

Amy’s comment just about knocked me off the couch.

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“Come on, Amy. You’re a one-guy-at-a-time kid of girl. You told me that just last week.”

Stupid, stupid, stupid. She told me last week, when Frank was that one guy. Last week, before she found out Frank was sleeping with one of the other models from her agency.

She’s my best friend, and I know she’s hurting. Over the summer she’s had five different boyfriends. None of them worked out, and she ended up here, on my couch sharing a bottle of wine and talking it all out.

She always bounces back. She’s a really positive person. I just don’t get it. She’s beautiful, she’s smart, she’s a ton of fun to be with. These guys are nuts to find something like this and let it slip through their fingers.

Okay, maybe Amy tries a little too hard. But that’s her nature. You just have to get to know her.

“Look,” she says and I do. Her eyes are clear. This isn’t the wine talking. “I’m tired of the game. Putting myself out there and getting slapped down, time and time again. It wouldn’t be a lifelong commitment, maybe just a couple of months. Some mindless sex and partying with your friends. I know a lot of them, and they already like me. They’ve invited me to join at least five times already.”

Yeah, I knew a few of the Points Club members really want Amy in the club. I know she’d be a hit, but I’m feeling protective of her. Maybe I’m being over protective. I don’t know. I just don’t want her to get hurt again.

“You’re sure this is what you want?”

She nods. “Look, I know I try too hard. I just need some time to get more comfortable with myself, and other men. Plus, I really miss sleeping with you.”

That warms my heart. It has been hard moving into a platonic relationship with her. My cock jerks at the thought of having her again. But damn it, this isn’t about me and what I want. This is about what’s best for her.

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“Okay,” I sigh. There’s a little more wine in the bottle and I divide it between our glasses. “Sleep on it tonight. If you still want to join Points Club tomorrow, I’ll take you by to talk to Harvey and set up an appointment with Dr. Paul.”

We clink glasses in agreement.

A part of me hopes she changes her mind. Another part of me just wants her back in my bed.

Whatever decision she makes, I hope it’s the right one for her.

 

The fireworks during the fireworks.

I’m recovering this morning from a fabulous Independence Day party.  (So is HE, which is why he let me loose for the day)

It’s a well kept secret that the best place in town to watch the 4th of July fireworks display is on the roof of the North Point Super Club. A clear, unobstructed view across the river to the park where the city’s masses tend to gather.

I could see the distant glow of sparklers and hear the pop of firecrackers as the sun sank below the horizon. There were about forty of us up on the flat-roofed back portion of the club. Harvey set out a table of snacks and was mixing drinks behind a makeshift bar constructed of two wine barrels and some boards. His traditional garb of assless chaps and cowboy boots was augmented with a red, white and blue Uncle Sam top-hat and bowtie. And yeah, his flagpole was at full-mast in the night breeze. Very patriotic.

After a few drinks, the party started to loosen up, and clothes started coming off. This party was considered ‘point free’ so anything went…and just about everything did.

As the fireworks started exploding above, and impromptu game of strip fireworks broke out. If you were wearing a piece of clothing the same color as the firework, you had to take it off. It didn’t take long before there were a large number of very naked people, including me, standing around on the roof.

Well, after that things just started to combust. Couples, trios and larger groups broke off to make their way downstairs to the rooms. Others just started in right on the roof, rolling around on the blankets spread out just for that purpose.

I got a refill on my drink from Harvey, and made my way to a comfortable chaise lounge where I could observe all the activity going on all around me.

Yeah, of course I was hard, but I wasn’t ready to dive in just yet. I wanted to lock it all in. I knew I’d have to blog about this.

“Oh no Marc. No more staying on the sidelines. Not on a points free night.” Kathy Lopez stood over me, very beautiful in the bursting flashes of the fireworks overhead, and also very naked. She swung a leg over the chaise and just lowered her very moist and ready self onto me.

After that…fireworks. Lots and lots of fireworks.

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Happy Independence Day!

Sex on the Beach

It’s Memorial Day weekend here in the United States, and the weather is beautiful. I’d been working hard on Tina’s Poolboy and decided I’d earned some time off. Writing about Tina and Trevor’s poolside adventure made me think of swimming. I knew just where I wanted to go. I changed into my swim trunks, packed a cooler with ice and beer, and headed to this secluded beach I’d just recently discovered.

It was quiet, sunny and invigorating. I took a quick swim, then stretched out in the sun on my towel to catch up on some reading and enjoy a beer.

“Hi Marc.” Two sexy voices in tandem, drew my attention. I looked up from my book to spot the Lopez twins jogging along the beach.

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Karen and Kathy Lopez are Points Club members, and almost identical twins. I’m just learning to tell them apart. Karen has slightly larger breasts, while Kathy has fuller, more sensual lips. Both are stunning and sexy.

“Fancy meeting you here,” I said and offered them a beer. Not surprisingly they both accepted.

“We live just down the beach,” Kathy explained, “and it was a great day for a run on the beach.”

They settled down on my towel. It’s not a big towel, and they sat close. Two warm, soft bodies that smelled of flowers and spice sidled close, one on either side of me. I had nothing to complain about.

“Oh, your suit’s wet,” Karen said settling in on my right side.

“You should take that off and let it dry in the sun,” Kathy added, a mischievous smile crossing her face.

I laughed. “I didn’t know this was a nude beach.”

Kathy crawled almost onto my lap, kneeling between my legs. “Tell you what, Marc. You take off that suit and we’ll give you something to write about on that sexy blog of yours.”

How could I resist. I stood up and smiled down at her. “I might need a little help with this wet swimming suit, though.”

Kathy, still kneeling in front of me, hooked her fingers under the waistband of my suit and pulled down. My cock, hard as a rock, popped out staring her right in the face. Kathy wrapped her hot hand around it. God, it felt so good.

Karen stood and came toward me as Kathy slid my cock into her sexy mouth. I knew where this was leading, and decided to take some initiative.

“No fair, me being the only one naked,” I said and grabbed at the tie on Karen’s string bikini top.

As her incredible breasts spilled out I cradled one and guided it to my mouth. Her nipple hardened and she arched her back to give me full access.

Kathy’s tongue was doing a dance across the head of my cock as I slid my hand into Karen’s bikini bottom. Smooth shaved, and wet as hell, Karen gasped as I pushed my fingers into her. Yeah, I wanted some of this.

“This is going to cost us points, you know,” Karen said. She was the only one without their mouth full at that moment.

By that point I was riding the edge of an orgasm. I pulled away from Karen’s breast. “So, who wants to earn three points,” I said, ready to pay up and bury my cock in either of them.

Kathy released me and stood to push down her bikini bottoms. “Me.” She cast her sister an evil glance. “It’s my turn.”

Obviously the two work in tandem a lot. Any guy with a twins fantasy would want these girls in his bed. Karen frowned as Kathy lay back on my towel and spread her incredible legs. I knelt between her thighs and shoved in. She was warm, wet and ready.

Karen wiggled out of the rest of her swim suit and stood to the right of us. I took the opportunity to shove a finger back into her. “Oh yeah, keep doing that,” she sighed.

I pumped into Kathy and fingered Karen until I couldn’t hold back any more. Kathy writhed in the grip of her own orgasm as I pumped my load into her.

But I wasn’t done yet. I turned and ran my tongue between Karen’s legs, finding her clit, as I continued to finger her channel. “Oh God, you’re going to earn those three points right back if you keep that up.”

So I did. She tasted like raw sex and I can’t think of a better way to break even.

The girls stayed a while, as the sun began to set. We drank more beer and chatted, then took a refreshing skinny dip, playing in the water and having a great time ‘accidentally’ bumping into each other.

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This led to me breaking even the other way.

It was an incredible evening, and everyone ended up with the same points they started with.

I love the beach.