Quickie

The first three days seemed to have been going well. He was nice. He was mixed black and white like her. He smiled at the right times and had his heart broken by some girl who left him for some psycho bodyguard. All in all, he was basically the mirror image of herself save for her two kids or so it seemed.

On the fourth date he stood her up. She didn't know how long she had to sit there at the bar looking stupid before she realized that. Perhaps it was the time when one of the scantily clad waitresses sweetly asked her if she had enough to drink.

Three appletinis and a Long Island later, she finally decided to text him. WHER R U she tapped angrily on her smart phone.  To which he replied ( in grammatically correct form ), THREE DATES AND NO SEX. I DIDN'T SEE THE POINT OF NUMBER FOUR WITH A WOMAN LIKE YOU. ONE OF THE WING HOUSE GIRLS MAYBE BUT AN UGLY FAT CHICK? PLEASE. HAHAHA. HOPE YOU ENJOY THE WINGS FATTY.

She knew she had flushed red, heat had crawled up her shoulders and she couldn't gulp down enough oxygen. She called him since she was too drunk and angry to type anything back. Her head was pounding by then and her eyes were getting blurry too but she told herself that they weren't tears. He didn't even let his phone ring. Straight to voicemail every time. She left the nastiest messages she could, each one with more vitriol than the last. She called him a faggot and a coward. She said his dick was small and that he was afraid to face her like a man. She called on the pay phone inside just to see if he'd pick up.

HAHAHA is what he texted in response after she heard the mocking voice of his voice mail again.

She slammed the phone harder than she was supposed to, drawing looks from the Wing House's denizens. She was sobbing she realized, crying like some little high school girl when she was a woman grown with two kids. She looked down at her freshly painted toes and her cute, spaghetti strapped heels as though they were made of bread baking through twine. Her reflection was no better. Too tall, stuffed in a black strapless dress but not looking so pretty in it with mascara running down her milk-in-coffee face. Chipmunk cheeks. They used to call her that back then which was a cute way of calling her fat.

Before one those pretty, skinny bitches could say anything, she stormed out. She had her dignity dammit. She'd still walk with her head high no matter what. She didn't though. The ground seemed safer to look at it.

"You look like you need a friend." said a voice. "And maybe a tissue but first things first." He was wearing khaki pants, sandals, and a shirt with some kind of Japanese cartoon character on it. She knew who he was before he gave her a tissue; the graying hair that was his namesake, the tall and lanky physique, not to mention the carefree attitude. He pressed the tissue into her palm and invited her to sit down at the table with him. It was drizzling outside and the wind that accompanied sprayed her with moisture but it wasn't unpleasant and neither was he.

He introduced himself as Silver and made a joke about the waitresses ( How do you let underweight women serve in a wing bar? Unrealistic if you ask me ). It was a bad joke but she laughed just the same. He ordered some wings and some water for her. She told him about Trevor and what he texted her ( Wow. They keep making douche bags shittier and more inventive ) even after she thought they had made a connection. To this, Silver laughed as he sucked teriyaki wing sauce off his fingers. That made her angry and she had to ask why it was so goddamn funny.

"Because you believed him Denise." He said chuckling. The barflies were thinning out. Closing time was upon them and the drizzle had turned into rain. Suddenly she felt melancholy.

She laughed too though , flexing her hands, glad that she wasn't as drunk. "And I shouldn't have?"

"Nope." He tore into his last wing.

"And why is that?"

He shrugged. "Men lie."  He went along chewing and tearing chicken flesh as if that were the end of it. The sad part was, it certainly felt that way to Denise. Men lie. Such a simple truth that had proven itself time and time again to be the truth. And yet... "So you're saying that shit is my fault?" Not as drunk as before but she could feel that liquid courage working. She had misjudged her sobriety. He smiled and it made her even more emboldened. "You're saying I shoulda expected that fuck face to do that?" He nodded. "Well explain that to me.because apparently my dumb ass can't see the forest for the trees."

Silver took a sip of his water then went for the customary baby wipes that accompany all wing meals. "Men lie in order to get what they want, which of course, is sex." He went over each finger with little attention never looking away from her. "Three dates. No sex. That's three instances of lying without any results. Which means-"

"I'm not a whore."

"-he was obviously not going to get what he wanted so there was no point of putting up with the charade of caring about your feelings." Denise was biting her lip, contemplating rather or not to punch him in the face but it wasn't Silver's face she was seeing, it was Trevor's, beautiful and wholly arrogant with the perpetual smugness of a man who knows women will always want him. Silver nodded to himself. "And here we come to the crux of the problem between our sexes."

He seemed to be able to make her angry on command and Denise didn't like that, which made her more pissed off coincidentally enough. "And what's that know-it-all?"

"The truth." Silver turned over his credit card to a blonde waitress who was smiling way too big for her tastes. "You see the truth is, all men want sex. Even if they care about you or want to build a relationship with you, sex has got to be part of the deal. Women want relationships. No matter what a woman tells you or even if she has sex with you on the first date, she wants some sort of connection. Some guarantee that there's more than just sweat and soiled linen between her and a man. So how do we fix this quandary? Men lie and tell a woman whatever she wants to hear just as long as it gets them to home base. And what do women do? Lie to themselves and swallow the bull crap we give you, hoping that its actually true but knowing full well that it isn't."

"That's bullshit." It was all she could think to say. She was getting pissed off again and Silver was smiling that smile that reminded her so much of Trevor. "That's just a fucking excuse for ya'll to act like assholes instead of being men." Then he laughed again. "What the fuck is so funny?"

"Its like the time Stan had a gun to God's head. 'I can't make up a better metaphor than this'." He drained the last of his water and cleared his throat. The rain had eased up. "You're pissed at me for telling you the truth not because its bullshit as you so eloquently put it but because its just that, the truth. Because you've born witness to this same truth time and time again. Because it hurts you to think that it is what it is and that your Prince Charming is never going to ride in to save you on his white horse from your kids, your loneliness, and your life because he doesn't exist. That's what the fuck is so funny."

"You're full of shit." Denise was shaking now as Silver left a five dollar tip on the table. "I can't believe you're so goddamn jaded."

"Jaded? Jaded says the woman who got stood up, insulted via text, and made to cry in front of a bunch of people at wing joint. Yeah. I'm the one whose jaded." He was walking off but Denise had more to say and she hated when men walked off. Her common sense told her to let him go but she was going after him. "Don't goddamn ignore me!" He didn't answer. Didn't turn around. "You think you can just walk off after saying that fucked up shit to me?!" Denise walked faster and found herself slipping, then falling onto the rain slicked asphalt, ass first. The water soaked through her dress instantly and made her regret wearing a thong instead of actual underwear. Silver was laughing again.

"You are a mess both figuratively and literally." He was offering her his hand and Denise didn't take it at first. "Come on. Don't be a brat. There you go. Was that so hard?"

"Yes...No." She was tearing up again. "Why does it have to be so hard? I'm a good woman. Don't I deserve a good man?"

Silver's face had softened a bit and in that moment he looked very lonely."Yes. Yes you do."

"But its so fucking impossible. I have kids and my kids come first and-and I just can't do everything I want to do, you know? I've got responsibilities and men don't understand that."

"Yeah. They do and that's why they stay away. They don't want any part of them." The coldness of what he said struck her but she didn't want to get angry again. Falling on her ass half-drunk had took all of that out of her. He went on as if he could read her mind. "No man wants to raise another man's kids.Its-its like in the wild with lions..."


Silver ended up driving her home and settling her tab since she had forgot to when she ran out after him.

Her little house in Washington Oaks was strangely dark. It was a modest brick affair with a garage port and a too small front yard with more dirt than grass and errant plastic toys strewn about. Her oldest would usually have the television burning in his room until she stole in to turn it off. The living room was usually lit by the hallway light. Seems like Laquina didn't see fit to keep it on like she asked. Denise was thinking how to sneak in without waking the kids up but realized she didn't have to...

"This is the part where I charge you fare but the night's been interesting enough I think." He hadn't turned his little Honda Civic off which meant he hadn't planned on inviting himself in.

Then she realized that maybe she wanted to invite him in.

Laquina had been with Silver at least two times though the number would change depending on how drunk or talkative she was. There was one time when she got caught in the back of Walmart ( that had been funny but still sexy ) but there was that other time in the ad office.

Even thinking about it at this moment made her tingle in a way that she hadn't in months. Months. That long without the touch of a man, only her toy and that was when she could actually find time to use it...

"You alright?" Silver said. "I think you missed your cue to say goodnight."

"Oh." Had she zoned out? One of his salt and pepper eyebrows were lifted comically though his gaze was quite intent. She was looking sort of stupid she knew and there had been enough of that already. She put her hand on his leg which drew his eyes. "Who says I didn't miss it on purpose?"

He killed the engine and the console chimed. Quiet filled the car like helium in a balloon. Silver smiled his lopsided smile. "So how much has Laquina told you about me?" He chuckled. "Didn't think I knew you two were friends eh?"

She wasn't going to let herself get caught. Denise would roll with it. She was inebriated enough to do it. "So you do pay attention."

"To everything." He leaned over and kissed her. It was sweet and gentle at first, his lips barely brushing hers but something broke somewhere inside of her and it turned hungry, almost desperate. Her tongue was dancing with his and she didn't care if his breath smelled like teriyaki sauce because his thumb was stroking her already moist clit.

"Laquina talks too much." Silver said as he was kissing her neck. "About you and me but I could care less."

"Me neither." Denise whispered wiggling her hips, rubbing against his fingers. She struggled with her strap until Silver slid it off her shoulder. Now her hard brown nipple was in her mouth. It felt good. The nibbling, the sucking, his tongue going in circles around her areola. His fingers squeezing and kneading her g-spot as she moved. Denise could feel the orgasm coming like a tide beating at a shore.

"Don't stop." He whispered sucking at her other nipple now. Denise was digging into the door handle with one hand and into his shoulder with the other. She was glad the garage light wasn't on for once. "I know you're close. Don't think. Just get it."

She would've said yes but she couldn't think. Her breathing was shallow. Butterflies were fluttering from her stomach to her limbs. Stars and fireworks were bursting behind her eyes.

Denise heard herself as if she were peeping in through the window, her voice rough. "God. Oh. God!." She hissed and rocked, eyes squeezed shut as if she were afraid of what she might see. Her whole face was red and that wonderful vibration started from her core and then, "Fuuuuck!!! Oooooh shiiiiiit!!!" And now his fingers were going in and out and in again, faster and deeper as he sucked on her neck. She was falling, flailing, drowning, rocking the little compact car. "I'm cummin', I'm cummin'! Aaaaaah I'm cummin' again!" Her hips were off the seat and her toes were digging into the floor carpet. Silver was relentless. He hadn't stopped. One of her breasts filled his hand as he bit it, his fingers being the best toy she ever had in her.

And again she didn't know which way was up or down. All she heard was her own screaming.

Her pussy tightened up like a vise grip. The world was coming into view again piece by piece. First there was her breathing, then there the darkness of the night and sex perfuming the air.

Then there was Silver licking her cum off his fingers like it was teriyaki sauce.

Leather 3

"You're being a brat about this."

She was. That was the truth of it but being in her bratty mood she said, "I maybe a brat but you're being a pussy about this." Hank was a ginger. When he was mad you could see it in his neck and face very easily. Right then, it was apparent to someone who was color blind..

"Don't call me a pussy. I don't like that shit-"

"But you're calling me a brat which is like politely calling me a bitch."

"For fucks sake, quit puttin' words in my goddamn mouth I never-"

"Then set it up." Hank sighed and cracked his meaty knuckles. He always did that when he was thinking. "You got your goddamn threesome-"

"And you got your black guy." He answered smugly. "So what's the goddamn problem?"

"I want it. Again." He gave a bitter laugh. She hated when he laughed because she knew on some level, he thought he had her.

"Well sucks to be you, Silver's got himself a woman now." She must of shone the shock on her face. "I know right? The chick in chemicals, what's-her-face, Rosy I think."

"The girl I wanted to have the threesome with?"

"The girl we both wanted to have the threesome with."


It had been an hour so since Hank left her tied up and naked in the dark of her room. Her arms were bound behind her back with rope in a complex kinbaku pattern that criss-crossed her torso around her breasts, down her sternum and between her legs before reconnecting to her wrists. It was so intricate and complicated that Hank had to practice on her for weeks in advance. After each time, they'd both be so turned on they had to fuck each other. It was ritualistic, intense, intimate. She felt like a piece of art by the time he was done.

She heard her door close, then laughing. It was dark in her room already making the blindfold seem redundant. She was gagged but even still, she wouldn't have said anything. She found herself moving her thighs together but the jute rope bit into the inside of her thighs limiting her movement.

The door opened and someone clicked on a light. "Wow." Silver said.

"I know right?" The bed sunk when someone sat beside her. Fingers pranced over her back making gooseflesh. Hank's hand, calloused, rough yet achingly gentle. "You like."

A soft laugh. "I just-you know-I've never seen it in person. How did you learn how to do that?"

"Practice dude." His hands trailed down her backside. "Lots and lots of practice. I taught myself and just went from there. Plus she was willing."

Silver sat down in front of her. His hands were different. One finger, then two, wandering down her cheek then down between her breasts falling the rope like it was a path to some hidden treasure. "Damn." He whispered.

"I know right?!" Hank was always amazed when she was tied up and sharing it with someone must have turned him on. She knew it turned her on. "God I don't know if I wanna fuck her or-or what. Look at her tits man." He grabbed her breast, squeezing softly as if he might break her. Silver whistled and Hank laughed. "She's so fucking sensitive bro. You wouldn't believe it and I bet you she's wet. Go on. Check."

Silver slid a finger up her slit, feather light. "Damn."

"Fuck." They were quiet save for their heavy breathing. The anticipation made her even more moist. "Is she gagged with what I think she's gagged with?" Hank must've nodded because she heard him whisper "Fuck."

"I told you bro."

"You did."

"She cheated on you man."

"Yep."

"And I said I had something special for you."

"Yeah. You did. So...what now?"

"Do you bro."

She was put on her back then kissed and licked gently, Hanks hands on  breast, kneading her nipples as he whispered unintelligible things into the hollow of her neck. That fact that she couldn't see or speak made her feel vulnerable.She couldn't tell where the next touch or nibble would come from.

Silver was kissing her toes, her feet, the backs of her calves and thighs working silently, sighing into her skin, his breath hot. Her pussy was aching to be touched even as Hank palmed and licked her nipples. She squirmed against the ropes only to make them tighter.

Now she was being pulled towards the edged of the bed. Frank took her panties out of her mouth and replaced them with his cock. He moaned like he waited forever for her mouth and tongue and it made her skin prickle.

First she felt his fingers then his tongue. He went in easy and unhurried, exploring and playing with her, teasing her swollen clit.until she wrapped her legs around his head. He moaned into her pussy and the vibrations of his voice made her back arch.

"Fuck," Hank was whispering over and over. He went deeper making her gag a little. It was hard to concentrate with Silver eating her cunt. "Fuck you're beautiful. Eat her pussy bro. Make her cum while I'm cummin' in her mouth." He did, placing his hands on her stomach to keep back on the bed. She was moaning and thrashing as Hank fuck lips. Then she was shaking as Hank was, his hands twisting her nipples adding the spice of pain to her sweet pleasure.

"Goddamn." She heard Hank's voice in front of her face. "That was-that was fucking intense." She felt the pad of his thumb around her lips, smearing his cum into her mouth. She sucked it slowly, letting her tongue do most of the work. "She wants more." He said matter-of-factly.

"So do I." Silver said. "I think she squirted a little."

Hank was now rubbing his dick on her lips. He was hard again. He always was like this when she was tied up. "Then let's switch ends then."