Fiction/Travel - Searching for...

Some of the people walking through the renovated streets are tourists, and some are locals. You can tell the difference by the way they walk. The locals are at ease, and comfortable; The tourists are in a rush.

I'm somewhere in-between, I suppose.

I wave to the bartender as I walk in. She's rather adorable, with her dark hair and inviting hips, but she's not quite what I'm looking for. The not-so-innocent flirting has been fun over the last couple days, but there's something missing there.

Which isn't surprising; my writer's block is why I flew halfway across the world. Something is missing inside me, too.

For what seems like the millionth time, I pull out my book, and start writing. Words form, and pictures start to present themselves, but it's not the same. The energy and heart is there, but it's soulless. Whatever is missing, it's been gone for months.

And now, with the breeze from the Mediterannean blowing through my hair, I'm still searching for whatever it is I'm looking for.

The bartender brings over a cold drink, and I smile in return, while my fingers itch to write. I need a subject, an idea. I need inspiration. The words I've thrown onto paper in the last week are just that; empty, soulless words.

I look down at the bright blue water and sigh. It's gorgeous, and powerful; I could watch the water hit the surf until the end of time, and still feed bad every time I blink and miss a millisecond of light. This may not be heaven, but it's pretty damn close.

And yet, I still can't take a sliver of the beauty beneath me, and turn it into a story. I close my journal in frustration, and wonder how long this is going to take.

I lean back, and relax. If I can't write, I might as well enjoy the scenery. Over the next few hours, I watch the sun set. This is 5 days in a row of perfect weather. Not a drop of rain, or an overly-cold breeze. I love it here.

The sun lingers halfway over the horizon, when I realize the bar is starting to get crowded. It's almost time for me to move on.

A swath of blond hair over a naked back gives me pause. Leaning over the bar, she's having a chat with the bartender, and...

Hmm.

I grab my drink and walk over to the bar. The blond flips her head and watches me approach.

"Bon soir," She says delightfully.

"Francais?" I ask in surprise. Around here, french is not the most popular language, but I'm not disappointed. It's that or english for me.

"Oui," She smiles.

Look at those lips.

The bartender comes from behind, and casually wraps her arm around the blond. The dark-haired beauty has changed into a far more-revealing outfit. She whispers into the blond's ear, and they giggle.

"So," she says, "Do you have any plans tonight?"

A part of me awakens, deep down inside. It's the primal scream from my loins, the one I never deny. Two pairs of eyes shine, as they watch my face light up. In-between my legs, a different response begins to brew.

I hold out my arms, and we link up, strolling out of the bar to the envy of every man in there. As I feel their soft fingers brush again my skin, it hits me.

I know what I've been looking for, and I know why I came here; to Greece.

It's not sex, I was getting laid back in the States. So why come here?

Because there's an ancient pull to this part of the world, that I've never been able to deny. And when I finally ran into a brick wall, my unconscious ordered me here. Because this is where I can find... them.

In a wry moment, It occurs to me that I must be greedy. For most men, one would be enough.

I didn't come here to find a Muse.

I came because I needed two.

-- The Greedy Bastard

Fiction - NiN II

You don't ask how I got the key to this room, and why no one else is in here. The band has started their second set, but we're far enough away from them and everyone else, so as not to be bothered. I can tell you're not impressed by the dim light, and shoddy furniture. Such uncertainty doesn't stop you from pushing me down onto the couch, though.

The loud bass rattles the walls as I sink back into the plush. You spread my legs apart and run your fingers up the length of my body. Legs, crotch, torso are all fair play as you hover in front of me.

You lean down, and nip at the side of my neck, mouth moving up towards my ear. Every time you do that, it drives me crazy, and you know it. So I reach up for your shirt, hoping to pull it off you and return the favor, but your hands catch mine, firmly placing them on the sofa..

"Uh uhh." You purr. You straighten up, cross your hands over your chest, grab the top, and pull it off. I see my favorite pair of breasts, clad only in a black bra. My cock is pushing up at my pants now.

As you lean down to continue working your magic on my neck and mouth, I hear the zipper to those tight pants go down. I don't see them slide off your sultry body, but I hear the soft leather pants fall to the ground.

The combination of the muffled words being sung from one room away and seeing you float over me in nothing but a bra, makes me want to screw you right then and there. You're a dirty angel in the darkness.

You push my legs together, and raise one leg onto the couch. You slide over my crotch, and settle your hips directly over my hardened dick. Your mouth presses against mine eagerly. Your fingers entwine behind my neck, as our wet lips meet. Kissing you is always a challenge; We both want to win so bad, we'll keep fighting until one of us gives up.

The band has started their second song, but it's background music at best. The kissing is hard and passionate, as our hands move over our cheeks and necks. Two tongues entwine while our heads move back and forth

You press your body down, hips swiveling deliberately. You body moves towards one eager purpose as your mouth slides across my chin and up to my ear.

A guitar riff sings as I inhale and exhale slowly; I sink into the bliss of having my ear nibbled until something changes.

Abruptly, my mind is pulled away. Something's wrong. My eyes shoot open and flicker across the room. So intent on devouring my neck and ears, you don't notice my attention being draw elsewhere.

A brief flash catches my eye. Over in the corner, I see something sticking out in the darkness.

A slight curve of yellow. No, not yellow. Blond. Yes.

Blond.

Blond hair.

Someone else is in here with us.

This isn't good. What do I-

The curve of hair becomes a full head of hair, as a shape takes form. Her locks surround her face, as she leans forward. A single finger presses against pouty dark-red lips. It takes a second for the message to sink in.

Shh.

Hmm. Okay. She wants to watch.

...That works for me.

I turn my attention back to your ministrations. Our mouths still fight, but we're beyond caring who wins. We're in it for the lust, now.

You pull away, and push your sweaty hair away from your face. You lean in, and breath on my ear for a moment before speaking.

"I want you in me," your husky voice demands.

I can think of no other words I enjoy hearing come out of your mouth, besides those. I don't know what's gotten into you tonight, but I don't care.

I reach up, and unsnap the back of your bra. You respond by reaching in-between my legs, and unzipping my pants. Like an automatic lever, my cock pops up.

You slide off me, grab my jeans and pull them off quickly. You glide back down my legs, and hold your body over my erect dick.

I look across the room, to see the blonde girl's mini-skirt hiked up to her waist. One hand is pressed against her wet flesh, and her middle finger is inside her pussy.

Damn.

Your fingers wrap around my shaft, reminding me of what's going on in front of me. When I feel the tip of my cock push against your lips, all I see is you. My dirty angel.

For one moment, there is nothing but the blood racing through my body, one chord echoing from the band, and the feeling of you being there with me. Our bodies, impatient as ever, decide that there's been enough waiting. In one swift move, I push upwards, as you flow downwards.

You impale yourself. Your head rolls back, as your fingers dig into my shoulders, holding on for leverage. Your aching pussy sucks on my dick, and contracts several times.

It is delicious and wonderful, the way you rest on top of me. You shudder and emit a series of long breaths. Your body starts moving in small circles as you use my cock as a drill.

"More," my voice croaks out.

Your feet curl under my thighs, as you push up off my crotch. I open my mouth, and pull your chest closer to my face. You lift one breast up, nipple pointing towards my lips. Your fingers wrap around my head as I begin hungrily sucking on your tit.

Your hips quickly increase their tempo, as your body slides up and down my shaft. You gasp when my mouth tightens on your breast. My teeth bite gently at your nipple; you respond by dragging your nails across the back of my neck.

I pull you tighter against me, and move my hands to your spine. I grab and pull at your back, as your arms wrap around me.

My eyes shoot open, remembering the blond-haired girl. One of her hands is grabbing her tit, and.. jesus.

Two fingers thrusting in and out of her pussy.

One hand moves down to your ass and smacks it.

And then again.

You moan, and press your teeth into my shoulder. A sharp stab of pain jolts through my body. My fingers dig into your waist, and begin forcing you down on my dick.

The rhythm is frenzied, as our bodies wrap around each other, and the band's finale pumps throughout the room. The blond is finger-fucking herself into oblivion, while we fuck the hell out of each other.

Small, hard moans escape your mouth, as your pussy glides up and down my shaft. My hands alternate from guiding your hips, and spanking your ass.

The moans get louder as you fuck me faster. I can hear your wet pussy smack against my pubic bone, and feel your juices drowning my thighs. I smack your ass again, and you emit a loud "Uh."

I raise one hand, and drag my nails down your spine, just as your pussy tightens on my shaft. Your body stiffens, rises up several inches, then crashes down on me. You yelp as you lift off again. My cock strains and boils over My balls tighten and pulse upwards. You feel me shooting inside you, just as your body convulses happily.

Your let out a series of hard, short breaths, while my mouth clamps down on your breast. In the dim light, I can see the blond writhing on the other couch, as she, too, cums.

Your body writhes frantically; your arms hold me so tight, I wonder if you'll ever let go. Your arms slowly relax, and your breathing slows to almost-regular, while my dick continues pumping inside you. You continue grinding your body into mine, as you slowly start to come down.

You let out a small, weary laugh.

"That was," you pant, "Unbelievable."

I nod my head in agreement, unable to speak due to shallow breathing. Our arms are like tentacles, wrapped around each other.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see the blond awkwardly stand up, and raggedly adjust her clothing. She looks over at me and mouths two words.

"Thank you."

I wink wearily in response, and carefully watch as she pulls back into the darkness. A few seconds later, I hear the sound of metal scraping against wood, and a slight creak.

"What was that?" You ask, turning your head slightly.

"Nothing important. " I answer honestly, "But I think we should get going before we get caught in here."

"Yeah," You mumble. You stand up slowly, and stretch. I watch you put your clothes back on. Your body is covered in a film of sweat, and seeing your breasts stand straight out makes me hard. God, I want to fuck you again.

"Y'know," I say casually, "I can probably get us tickets to tomorrow night's show. But only if we do this again." I run my fingers across your stomach.

You grin up at me.

"Mm, okay." Your laugh is wonderfully dirty.

I smack your ass as we leave the room.

- The Rhythmic Bastard

Nonfiction - 30

I turn 30 next Saturday. I've actually been contemplating the "where am I, what am I doing with my life" thing that people do when they hit "important birthdays".

I don't really care too much. Although it's true that I'm taking stock of things, and asking myself where the years went, I don't seem too bothered by the answers I'm coming up with. It's nice when you realize you've gotten somewhere, y'know?

As for the 30th b-day celebration itself, I think I've got my plans locked up. Dinner with friends, followed by a trip to the new strip club in the area. Depending on how things go there, we'll end up downtown, in a state of complete inebriation.

Viva la 30.

-- The Almost-Slightly-Older Bastard.

Fiction - Angel

“We should take a shower,” You murmur hypnotically. In the background, a soothing guitar accentuates your request.

“Mm hmm.” I mutter, leaning down to kiss your neck.

“Mmm. No, really.” You try to pull away, but my arms wrap around your body. And you know how I don’t take ‘no’ for an answer.

I hear a soft voice coo deliriously, as I reach up and push the tank top off your right shoulder. You let out a small groan, and make a feeble attempt to push me away.

Nuh-uh, nice try.

My mouth glides over your shoulder as the tune works it’s way under our skin; It’s hot, and there’s a luster to your flesh tonight. My lips drift up to your ear, as my fingers firmly slide the rest of the tank top off your left shoulder. Your arms huddle against your body, as it slowly falls halfway down your chest.

“Wait.” You mutter, stepping back. Your eyes flash as your reach down with both your arms, and whip the flimsy top off.

Seeing you in only a bra and shorts, I can’t help but wrap my arms around you again. Our mouths meet in a rising attempt to devour one another. Our tongues swirl hungrily, as my hands reach down to your shorts, and push on the waistband, letting them slide to your knees. You kick them out of the way, as your body presses into mine.

At this point, my hands are on automatic. Electronic chimes reflect my urgency as your bra falls to the ground, followed seconds later by your underwear. I gently move you back to the bed, where you sit down, hands fumbling with my pants.

I watch as you skillfully strip my pants and boxers, and gently grasp me. Your fingers work their magic, as you stare up at me, a playful smile on your face. You lean forward, and gently lick the tip of my dick.

I moan, and push your head away.

“Lie on your back,” I whisper lustily. You sink backwards, as I pull your hips to the edge of the bed. I spread your legs, and bend my knees slightly.

“Perfect height.” I mutter. I lean forward, hands gripping your waist. The bulbous head meets your flesh, as your hips open up to me.

Your back arches, as I sink into you slowly. Your fingers reach for me, digging into whatever flesh they can find on my arms and chest. Your nipples harden, and point upwards as your neck pushes your head into the bed.

My thumb slides down towards my shaft, gently teasing your skin; It barely finds your spot, and gingerly presses against it.

Your body shifts, and you let out an audible sound. The bass rumbles in the background as I withdraw slowly, my attention draw to your heaving breasts. I slide out slowly, inhaling and exhaling with great effort.

There are no words to describe the sensation of sinking into you. The wet grip you surround me with, the way your body shifts under me. I want more.

I have to have more.

Caught in a spell of lust, I bury myself in you again, thumb stroking you gently. My hips match the rhythm of the sounds pumping through my ears, but I’m barely conscious of it.

My consciousness is tuned only to you. I can feel your body giving itself up to me, beckoning for more; I acquiesce to your needs. My body increases it’s pace, the shaft throbbing inside you, while your body twists and turns.

You writhe on the bed, fingers digging deeper into my arms. Your lust drives me forward, as your body heats up. Your cheeks are flushed, as you writhe without abandon. Your eyes shoot open at me.

You want more, too.

I move closer to you, as the tempo desperately increases. I close my eyes, as I enjoy the ecstasy running through my body. My eyes squint tight, as I bottle it inside me. Holding the lust in, I hold it close to my chest, before opening my eyes, and propelling myself forward as fast as possible.

The sound of two bodies smacking against each other is swallowed by the moans of delirium and sinful bliss. The temperature rises to a blistering inferno as my thumb’s manipulations have pushed you right to the edge.

With a gasp, and a crack of the spine, your back nearly lifts off the bed. Your nails grab me with a grip that I know means I’ll have bruises tomorrow. Your hips clench once, then again, as your legs lock around my waist. Your body stiffens, then slowly begins to relax.

Still consumed with fervor, I watch the inner embers of your body smolder, cooling ever-so-slightly. You pant with desire as you pull me to you, kissing me thoroughly.

“More…” You pant.

-- The Delirious Bastard

Inspired by Massive Attack and their song, Angel.