BLOG ON! *** Chapter 9  

TTigerAtty 62M
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3/13/2006 12:22 pm

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BLOG ON! *** Chapter 9

The fog now completely enveloped her Jeep as Connie switched its fog lamps on to aid her limited visibility. Slowing down to 30 mph, the southbound traffic going into San Francisco across the Golden Gate Bridge was bumper-to-bumper. "Great!" Connie muttered to herself in a disgusted tone. "I should have started out earlier!"

But it had been so nice to lay in bed a little longer this morning with Michael. Mike had gotten up earlier to make coffee and prepare some toasted bagels. Connie had enjoyed his company all weekend and hated to see him leave for Seattle this morning. It was all she could do just to drive this morning. Her bottom was tender and sore from the sexual marathon of this past weekend. Her mind kept returning to the great sex they had enjoyed.

The hard rock music was a little too much for her so early on a Monday morning, so she switched over to an oldies but goodies station. Not that Connie didn't enjoy hard rock music, it was just that she was in a more pensive and reflective mood this morning. Her every thought seemed to be about Michael and the love they had shared this weekend

Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

...Ah, she thought, 1964, a bit before my high school years, but I still love Simon & Garfunkel. She turned up the volume and enjoyed the music as she continue to inch along, now at only 20 mph.

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turn my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never shared
No one dared
Disturb the sound of silence

"Fools," said I, "you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sound of silence

A great excitement and warmth came over her as she remembered one of the highly erotic episodes between Mike and her this weekend. It was Friday night and the encounter occurred in Connie's home. They had gotten an early dinner after Connie picked Mike up at the Oakland International Airport earlier that afternoon. When they returned to her home, Mike took his bags to her bedroom, unpacked and then he took a quick shower to freshen up.

Connie remembered, recounted and replayed the chronology of events and dialogue in her mind as though it had happened only 10 minutes before ...

I asked Him to come sit in the living room and "talk". (She began to grin and lick her lips as she recalled.) He sat on the sofa. I sat straddling His lap, facing Him. I kissed Mike's lips and softly kissed His neck and shoulders. I felt Him growing hard. I love to make Him hard... to feel His cock growing in response to my touch.

"So, this is talking?" He asked.

I asked Him if He liked this conversation...I guess I must have sounded smart ass because He moved to the edge of the sofa, me barely balanced on His knees. "That look" flashed in His eyes. He quickly picked me up, and I thought He was going to purposely drop me on the floor. (Evil little shit!) I felt myself being thrown into the sofa and Mike was now on top of me. I felt His hand as He moved it between my thighs. His other hand wound through my hair and He yanked my head back hard.

"Is this what you want slut?" He asked sternly.

Well, of course, being the defiant little slut that I am, I would have said no, regardless of what He was doing. I felt His finger slip inside me. God that felt so fucking good!

"Is this what you want slut?" He asked less patiently.

"NO! NO!" was my teasing reply.

He slipped in a second finger and fucked me harder with it... and certainly rougher... Ahhhh... that felt REALLY good!

"You like this don't you slut?"

"No", I lied.

He yanked my head back farther on the sofa. I was trying to keep quiet and not moan or show any emotion. My body gave me away as I was dripping wet. As I was almost to that climactic point, He removed His fingers and forced them into my mouth.

"Lick them clean slut." He demanded of me.

I did... I tasted good... sweet.... I liked this taste. He pulled me up off the sofa by my hair and pushed me to my knees.

"Suck my cock slut." He exerted his command over me.

I could see He was enormously hard... bulging out of His pants. I looked up at Him as I licked and sucked His cock.

"Is this what you want slut?" He demanded to know.

"NO!!! I want you to fuck me", I replied.

He chuckled, looking down at me. I took Him into my mouth again, studying the expression on His face. I was so aroused... I started moaning.

"You like this don't you, you little slut?"

"NO! NO! I don't" I lied.

He pulled me up by my hair.. "Don't you fucking lie to me bitch!"
I felt so fucking defiant. He bent me over the sofa and spanked my ass harder than He ever has. It genuinely hurt. I had tears in my eyes.

"You like it don't you slut?" Mike was very firm.

Still I replied in the negative.

"Don't fucking lie to me!" He seethed.

I could tell He was loosing patience with me. He got out His smooth wooden paddle and hit my ass hard with it... several times on each cheek. My ass was burning and stinging so bad.

"You're hurting me!" I whined. Truthfully, He WAS hurting me.

"That's just the point" He replied, half sneering. "Are you going to continue to lie to me?"

I took a moment too long to answer. SMACK! on the ass again.

"No Sir! No Sir! I won't lie to you again!" This time, I truly meant it.

He gently rubbed the paddle on my ass in small circles. I held my breath and tensed up waiting for Him to hit me again with the paddle. Thankfully, He did not. Clearly He had established His dominance over me and made His point glaringly evident.... and truthfully, I felt really defeated... very humbled, and very submissive at that point. I was ready to do whatever He desired.

"On your knees slut!". He now ordered.

I obeyed quickly, moving to His commanded position. He directed me to suck His cock, which I did quite eagerly and without second thoughts. I was terribly aroused at this point... my ass was burning and hurting. And I was dripping wet... so fucking hot. I sucked Him like a total wanton slut... His total wanton slut. I moaned as I slid His shaft in and out of my mouth, licking and sucking Him. It was a very short time before He came in my mouth. I swallowed eagerly and licked His cock clean. He stood above me with His eyes closed, savoring the sensation. He even shivered a bit.

"God, you have gotten really good at that." He told me.

I felt very proud that I had pleased Him. I continued to suck and lick His hard cock... very softly moving my tongue around the head of His cock... licking all the way to His balls... teasing Him. He closed His eyes again.

"Please fuck me", I begged. He opened His eyes and looked down at me, His submissive little slut, sucking His cock.

"No" He said, and with that He zipped and buttoned His pants and walked away.

Connie suddenly became aware that she was driving in heavy traffic and startled herself. Oh my God, she thought! She had been daydreaming and had somehow managed to cross the bridge, but she did not even remember doing so! She told herself that she needed to quit thinking about all this and concentrate on her driving.

She reckoned she would just get to the fire station about 5 or 10 minutes before the start of her shift. Connie was a SFFD Lieutenant assigned to Fire Station #6 in downtown San Francisco at 135 Sanchez Street just off of Market Street.

Disclaimer: Any similarities between the fictional characters, businesses and locations appearing in this story and actual real people, businesses and locations is purely coincidental and are not purposely intended by the author.

Copyright © March, 2006 by TTigerAtty

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3/13/2006 11:51 pm

Well this puts a new twist on things...very interesting

just a squirrel trying to get a nut

TTigerAtty 62M

3/14/2006 5:54 am

MOfunNOWWOW - Welcome back hon! Glad your surgery was so successful!

TTigerAtty 62M

3/14/2006 7:42 pm

I got that fog situation and traffic congestion detail woven in there, nah64! I appreciate your keen eye on the details! If you think Connie is hot now, just hang on. We are going to see hot sex, corporate corruption, moral values in conflict, drug money laundering, and perhaps even a murder.

want2play926 45F

5/2/2006 5:49 am

WoW.....That was totally HOT!

TTigerAtty 62M

5/2/2006 7:44 am

I think you are totally HOT! Thanks for reading along! More to come!

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