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“Drink some water, love, I’m sure you need it.  I don’t want you to get dehydrated.”  I wink at her.

She has a confused expression on her face.  “Why would I get dehydrated?”

“As wet as you get, and as hard as you cum, baby, you would get dehydrated,” I say enjoying the embarrassment on her face.

“Marco!”  She scolds me turning beet red and swatting my hand.

“Eat up, we’ve got a busy day ahead.  And you’ve got to go visit your friend about your costume for Halloween this weekend.  When do you want to go?” 

I’m wondering if she’ll go alone or ask me to go with her. 

“I don’t know, I’ll have to check with her and see when she’s free.”  She raises her eyes to mine biting on her fingernail and I know there’s something she wants to say.

“What is it, Elizabeth?”

“Um, would you like to meet her?”  She looks almost afraid to ask me.

“Of course I’d like to meet your friend.  Just tell me when and where and we’ll be there.”  I lean over and place a light kiss on her lips and I’m happy she looks relieved but I’m happier she asked me to meet her friend, I was beginning to think she was hiding me. 

“Now eat, it’s gonna be a long day.”

We look like newlyweds during the first part of the morning’s shopping excursion, picking out paintings and photographs of local scenes in small little galleries and shops.  Next we go to Pottery Barn for kitchen accessories.  I needed a new juicer and sea salt and pepper grinders.  To be honest I really enjoy both of these shopping ventures, as much as I love to cook and my line of work.  The sales lady kept looking at me like, ‘I can’t believe this guy is not gay.’  We have lunch at A Taste of Italy, a little authentic place that started out as a deli when they first opened but added a room with dining tables because they quickly got popular.  This place is just like the delis in New York. 

Frank Sinatra is crooning The Way You Look Tonight.  I look at Elizabeth and my heart glows.

“Dance with me, baby,” I ask her holding my hand out to her.

“Here?” She looks around warily.  No one else is in the dining room.  She takes my hand slowly as a carefree smile graces that lovely face.

I hold her against me pressing her body into mine.

“….when the world is cold, I will feel a glow just thinking of you, and the way you look tonight…,” I sing softly into her ear, her cheek pressed to mine.

I dip her just like they did in the old days when the song ends and her giggles fill the empty dining room.  I’m going to remember this day for the rest of my life, a perfect snapshot caught forever in my mind.

We sit down to eat and I tell Elizabeth that next we’re going to go look for her corset and some other things but I won’t tell her where.  She’s like a little kid filled with excitement but at the same time her wanton inner slut side can’t wait either.  The two parts of her are incredibly irresistible.

As I drive up Market Street and go past the Harley Davidson dealership, she turns to me.

“I have a pretty good idea of where we’re going, Mr. Bond.”

I place my hand on her thigh, stroking it as a smile creeps over my face, my eyes never leaving the road.

“I’m sure you do, baby.  And what do you think?”

“I think we’re going to buy more than just a corset, Sir.”  I don’t miss the innuendo.

“Well, love, you did ask for more.  We’ll see how much more you want.”

When we pull into a parking spot at the Adam & Eve kinkfest store I turn to look at her.  Her face is flushed and she’s biting her lip.  She’s turned on.  ‘This is going to be fun,’ I think and I want to lick my lips in anticipation of everything we’re going to do with all of these little toys of pleasure. 

“Ready baby?”

She moves her face to look at me as a slow smile curves those pink lips.  My cock hardens at her lascivious reaction.

“Yes.”

“Let’s go find some more then.”

Inside the second story storefront the regular assortment of masks, vibrators, dildos and clothing are immediately seen.  I guess it had to be on the second floor so that everyone couldn’t see all of the sexual apparatuses on display if they were peeking in the windows from a first floor unit.  The young salesman behind the counter looks up at us and smiles and gives us a quick assessment before he greets us.

“Hi, let me know if you need any help.”  Smart boy, he can tell that I know what I’m doing but she is a bit nervous so he gives us our space.

I answer him nodding, “Thank you, we will.”

I turn to her and ask, “Why don’t we start with picking out your corset?”  It’s more of a statement than question.  Its best she starts with something she feels safe and comfortable with, and it will give her some time to get used to being around all of the paraphernalia.

“Good idea, Marco,” there’s a little relief in her expression.

Elizabeth picks out a beautiful red satin bustier with black lace overlay with demi cups that will make her breasts look beautiful, pushing them up and letting the tops quiver with her movements, my dick wakes up just at the thought of her in it.  I turn to the salesman.

“Can she try this on?”

“Certainly,” he comes around the counter saying, “right this way.”

Inside the dressing room, yes I go in with her, she looks fantastic.  So much so I can’t keep my hands to myself.  I push her up against the wall and hold her hands over her head with one of mine, the other holds her still with my hand flat on her abdomen.  My tongue traces the outline of the cups on her bare skin. 

“Marco, we can’t do this here,” she whispers as she pushes her tits into my face.

“Ssshhh, baby.”

I pull the half cups down letting her breasts pour out so her nipples are pointing at my mouth begging to be sucked.  I pull one between my lips and teeth, biting, flicking, and sucking it as I roll the other between my fingers, twisting, pulling and pinching it and her hips begin to buck under my palm.  I slide my hand down her panties, she’s so fucking wet, and thrust two fingers inside her.  Instantly she’s riding my hand hard and fast.

“Mmmmm,” I growl, “This is going to be a long fucking day.”  I release her with a final bite on each fleshy breast.  She gasps at the slight pain and looks down at the marks.  Looking in my eyes she can’t fight the smile at the sight of my love marks on her.

“Get dressed, baby, before I fuck you right here.”

After we leave the dressing room I lead her over to the clamps, I want to get one for her clit.  She will lose her fucking mind, I’m sure.  The young tattooed and pierced salesman comes over to help us.

“Can I show you anything?”

I point to the jewel clit clamp, “Yes, we’d like that, along with this corset.”

He holds his hand out to Elizabeth waiting for the garment.  She turns scarlet handing it to him and I’m thinking, ‘If you’re embarrassed about that, baby, wait until you find out what the rest of this is for.’

“And we’ll take that black plug kit over there and the wireless plug,” I direct him to the butt plug kit with anal beads and the vibrating anal plug, a little something for me when she has it in.  He moves to that end of the counter and takes them out placing them with the rest of our things.

I look at Elizabeth.  She looks like a deer in headlights with her little mouth open.  I bend down to kiss her.

“Is there anything in particular you’d like, babe?”

“I think you’re doing quite well so far, Marco, thank you,” she answers me quietly.

I look back at the guy behind the counter, “Also, I saw beaded thongs, we’d like a pair as well.”

“Absolutely,” he says, glancing at Elizabeth to estimate her size then he walks to the area we passed them on display to retrieve a pack.

I take Elizabeth over to the vibrators. 

“We’d like the G spot and that one, and that lubricant,” I tell him pointing to the flesh colored larger vibrator.  “Let’s have those Ben Wa balls as well.”

I look at Elizabeth again, studying her.  She’s looking at everything I’ve picked out, and she’s probably wondering what I’m going to do with all of it.  I wonder if she thinks I’m never going to fuck her again with the two vibrators and it makes me laugh to myself.  No, she can’t think that, she knows how I am with her, how I want to make her get lost in pleasure, how I drown in her, how I lose myself in her and my only desire is hearing her moan and scream my name.

“Come over here with me, Elizabeth.”  I tug gently on her hand and walk her over to the floggers.

“I’d like to use this on you, baby, it can be very intoxicating if used correctly.”  I pause for a moment to let her get comfortable with the idea before I take one down.

“Ok, Marco.”  She’s nervous and a little scared but she trusts me and agrees.

“You’ll love it, baby, I promise.”  I take one from the wall display, feeling the ends for their softness.  This one should do nicely, it won’t give too much of a sting if mistakenly used heavy handedly.

I approach the counter with Elizabeth and set the flogger down, “This will be all, thank you for your help.”

Elizabeth is squeezing my hand tightly as he rings us up, packs up our things and we leave.

  Back in the car she’s quiet, lost in thought.  I’m sure her mind is going a mile a minute.  I look at her and gently squeeze her thigh.

“You ok?”

“Yes, I’m fine.  It’s a lot of stuff.”

I chuckle. 

“Yes, kind of.”  I look over at her and my heart warms, her brows are furrowed and she’s biting her lip. “Don’t worry, love, we’re not going to use everything at once.  I want to give you more, Elizabeth, and this will help me do that.”  I pause and place my hand over hers holding it tenderly, “Do you trust me, baby?”  I ask her again.

“Without a doubt, Marco.”

Looking deeply into those hypnotic hazel eyes of hers where all the secrets of the world seem to exist my heart just starts to talk. 

“Pleasuring you Elizabeth, taking you to places where you lose yourself, where your body screams with unbound desire and every nerve ending in your delicious little body is on fire from my touch, that is what I want, that is what I was put on this earth for.  I’m going to do wonderfully wicked things to you and you’re going to love every minute of it.”

She leans in to kiss me as her hand slides through the back of my hair and pulls me closer, her arousal feeding into me with her kiss telling me she’s mine.

Releasing me, breathlessly she says, “Let’s go home so I can finish up with Elsie then we can start playing.” Her smile is sinfully hungry.

This incredible woman never ceases to amaze me.

Elsie is the most adorable little thing, petite, feminine and strong all at the same time.  When I walk into her apartment she looks me up and down, scrutinizing me.

“Hi Marco, it’s good to finally meet you.  Elizabeth’s told me about how you two met and what happened at her place,” she discreetly leaves out Santino’s name, she’s quite a diplomatic young lady.

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.  We did have quite a beginning,” I say momentarily reflecting on our first few weeks together as the images speed through my mind.  “So, you’re going to be Elizabeth’s date for Halloween? She’s looking forward to it and the costume you’re helping her with, I hear you’re very talented.  I’m going to go to the gym while you two take care of business.  You and Elizabeth are starting a class there on Monday, right?” 

Elsie’s eyes widen and a small smile tugs at her mouth.

“Yes, I’m really looking forward to it.”

I bet it’s because of the guys, not the class.

“You should be, it’s a great place and everyone there knows what they’re doing.”  I turn to Elizabeth and take her in my arms.  “I’ll call you in about an hour, ok?”

Wrapping herself around me, she presses into me.  She’s wearing the beaded thong and I know it’s been rubbing against her clit and pussy the whole way here.  Her face is flushed and her mouth looks like it wants to be kissed and the desire to stroke her folds to see how wet she is is almost more than I can stand.

“Ok, Marco, have fun, don’t hurt yourself, please.  We have plans.”

The naughty girl is looking forward to it, and my dick is very happy to hear that.

After warming up at the gym I get in the cage with John.  He’s bigger than I am and very good so sparring with him helps me to sharpen more defensive moves.  Working out with him is helping me to get better, pushing me, challenging me, and knocking me on my ass a few times.  He throws me a couple of jabs, I spin and try to take him off his feet by hooking him with my right foot.  Back and forth, we punch, hand strike, and round house kick.  After three rounds, the usual length of a bout, we exit the cage together hot, sweaty and a little out of breath.

“That was excellent, Marco.  Pretty soon you’ll be able to kick my ass,” he takes this opportunity to bust my balls.

“What, and damage that handsome face of yours John?  That’s all you’ve got going for you.  I think I’ll just keep taking it easy on you for a while.”

We both laugh as we stop at one of the bags.  He gets behind it and I start jabbing at it, left, right, left, left.