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Ashley Embers

Copyright 2017 by Ashley Embers


DISCLAIMER: These stories are intended for a mature audience only! Contains explicit, graphic sex and language, including rough and aggressive sex, dirty talk, anal sex, alpha males, bdsm, lesbians, threesomes, femdom, romance and more. Not intended for individuals under the age of 18 or those with a weak constitution. All characters are 18 years old.


















It always makes me laugh when someone equates rough sex with hatred.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure there are plenty of Neanderthals out there who are so emasculated that they can only feel like a man if they’re slamming a chick with everything they’ve got, pushing and shoving her around, slapping and smacking and choking her, regardless of whether or not that’s what she likes. For those pathetic assholes, it undoubtedly is about quenching their rage. Or at least feeding their ego.  But that’s not always the case. Some women actually like it like that.

Take my girlfriend, Taylor, for example. She loves it rough. All those things I mentioned above? She asks for them. Begs for them. Lives for them. So I do my best to give them to her. But it’s not about hatred. Not at all. It’s about love. I want to give her what she wants, what gets her off. Because I love her. And I want her to be happy.

It took me quite a while to get this idea through my head. I’d grown up in a Catholic household, where sex was demonized. It was evil and dirty; a sin. I was scared to death of it. Not to mention embarrassed to even think about it.

Even after I realized just how insane that kind of thinking was, it was still tough for me to get over my reservations. I’d learned to suppress most of the guilt from having sex, but certain things, especially rough sex, or anything out of the ordinary, still bothered me on a deeper level. It simply wasn’t in me to do them.

And then Taylor came along. From our earliest days together she started working on me, helping me get over my issues, pushing me towards giving her what she needed in bed.  It was slow at first, and I resisted, thinking that “normal” people don’t do the kinds of things she wanted to do. It embarrassed me—even though I’d often fantasized about having rough, dirty sex, I wasn’t comfortable at all actually following through with it in real life. But she just kept pushing to do more nasty things, and I was smart enough to let her.

It didn’t take long before I started to realize just how enlightening it was to have crazy, dirty, nasty, rough sex. Especially with someone you love. Once it became apparent that no matter how freaky we got it wasn’t going to lead to any awkwardness or embarrassment or issues whatsoever, it was easy to give in. And once I began fully gave in, there was no turning back. Nor did I want there to be. It was just too much damn fun.

And don’t think for a moment that I’m the only one dishing it out. When it comes to the rough stuff, Taylor gives just as much as she gets. The slapping, spanking, ordering around and verbal lashing goes both ways; if anything, she’s in control more often than I am.

 There’s definitely some dominatrix in her, which is fine by me. I’m actually more comfortable getting told what to do than doing the telling. I’ve gotten better at being in charge since we’ve been together, but there’s still something I love about being bossed around, especially during sex. And especially when it doesn’t carry over out of the bedroom.

Despite (or perhaps because of) all the role-playing that goes on in our sex life, we get along magnificently in our real life too. Both of us understand that most shit that couples argue about is completely meaningless and pointless, no more than an ego trip. As long as you think of yourself as a team, up against the world, and drop your egos at the door, there’s nothing to fight about. I know, it’s easier said than done, but believe me, it’s not that hard to do.

Maybe it’s just because both of us were in such shitty relationships that we understand each other better than most people do. Or maybe we’re just not lame like everyone else. I’m not sure exactly what the reasons are and to be honest, I don’t really give a fuck. All I know is I get along with Taylor better than I’ve ever gotten along with anyone in my life. I trust her, implicitly, which is why I’ve been wiling to allow her to take me on this journey of sexuality. And why I’ll continue to got with her no matter where it takes us.

Sure, I’ve been hesitant before when we’ve tried something new and I’m sure I’ll continue to be hesitant in the future. But so far, no matter how fucked up and crazy the shit as she wanted to do, I’ve never come away not wanting to do it again. And again. And again. So no matter how uncomfortable the idea of something makes me, I leave the direction up to her. It’s treated me extremely well so far so why fuck with a good thing?




It’s a Saturday night and we’re on the first night of a three-night vacation in Phoenix, Arizona. We just finished off a couple of incredible steaks and polished off three bottles of wine between us and are heading up to the room for our first night of debauchery.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Taylor says as we make our way up to our floor. Her hand is rubbing up and down on my hard cock as it presses against the material of my pants.

“I was born ready,” I say, barely able to suppress a laugh. She hates it when I use that line.

But tonight it doesn’t bother her. She’s too focused on my cock to listen to my poor attempts at humor.

“So you think,” she says. “But tonight we’re going someplace new.”

“And where is that?” I ask.

“You’ll see,” she says, spinning around and dropping to her knees, right there in the elevator. We’re 10 floors away from our floor but moving fast.

“Whoa there,” I say, trying to lift her up.

“Stop your whining,” Taylor says as she unzips my zipper and quickly pulls my cock out.

“What the hell,” I say, partially in excitement and partially in fear. “What if someone wants to get on?”

“They won’t,” Taylor says right before sliding my cock into her mouth.

I’m not exactly sure what she means but at this point I don’t care. If something happens, we’ll deal with it. Right now, with her lips around my cock, nothing else matters.

She’s blowing me like a champ, making my cock disappear into her mouth with every thrust, gagging and coughing and making slurping sounds as she stares up at me, maintaining eye contact the entire time.

Suddenly the elevator slams to a stop and the buzzer rings. Panicked, I curse under my breath and lean back, pulling my cock from Taylor’s mouth and try to quickly stuff it into my pants. It’s too hard, however, and I can’t get it to fit, no matter how I try and contort my body.

So there I am, with my dick in my hand, when the elevator doors start to open. I turn to face the side wall of the elevator, hoping beyond hope that somehow I’ll figure out a way to not end up in jail. But when I peek over my shoulder, I don’t see anyone standing in the hall, waiting to get on. All I see is Taylor looking at me with an evil grin, holding the door open.

“I don’t know why you’re so freaked out,” she says. “It’s just our floor.”

I exhale in a rush. I didn’t even realize I’d been holding my breath until I let it out. But still I don’t move.

“Come on,” Taylor says, still grinning. “There’s nobody out there.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive,” she says, leaning towards me and reaching her hand out. I think she’s going to take my hand but instead she grabs my cock, which is still sticking straight out, and uses it to lead me into the hallway.

Shaking my head, my face red from embarrassment, I let Taylor lead the way, knowing if any issues arise, she’ll take care of them. It’s not like I can argue with her; it’ll just make things worse.

So I just bite my tongue and let her lead me down the hall to our room, praying that we don’t pass anyone along the way. Lucky for me, we don’t.

Once we reach our room, Taylor opens the door and leads me inside. After we’re in the room, she immediately spins around and drops to her knees and picks up where she left off in the elevator.

“I want you to fuck my face,” Taylor says. She’s looking up at me with her eyes wide, her mouth open, and her hands behind her back. The look on her face is one of pure enjoyment.

“You really are a fucking slut, aren’t you?” I say.

Taylor nods vigorously.

Laughing under my breath, I grip the back of her head with my hands, then proceed to fuck her face, my shaft sliding between her lips as I pump her mouth, my hips moving faster and faster, my balls slapping up against her chin as I slam my cock deeper and deeper inside her throat.

Despite the pummeling I’m giving her, Taylor is still looking up at me with wide eyes, maintaining eye contact. This turns me on even further and I start pumping her even more aggressively.

Taylor reaches up and grabs her tits, squeezing them and groping them as I continue to fuck her face. She gives them a couple of healthy slaps, the sound echoing about the room, louder even than the gagging and gurgling coming from her mouth. Then her hands slide down her stomach, between her legs, and she goes to work on her pussy, rubbing her clit with one hand and fingering herself with the other while continuing to make eye contact with me the entire time.

“You’re such a little fuckslut,” I say, mostly to myself, but Taylor somehow manages to nod her head without missing a beat. Laughing softly, marveling at her abilities, I decide to press things even a little further, test her out even more.

I pump her mouth a couple more times then slam my cock deep into her throat, as far as it will go. Pressing on the back of her head, I can feel her nose pushing against the bottom of my stomach as she effortlessly deepthroats me. I hold her there for almost ten seconds before letting her go. Her head flies backwards, releasing my cock from her mouth. She takes a couple of deep breaths, gathers up a bunch of saliva, spits on my cock and starts jerking me off.

“Do you like that?” she says, looking up at me with a devilish grin. “Do you like it when I take your huge cock all the way down my throat?”

“I fucking love it.”

Taylor’s smile grows wider and nastier. “Do you want to see what else I can do?”

“Hell yes,” I say.

She wraps her bright red lips around the head of my cock while continuing to work my shaft with her hand.

A few seconds later she grabs ahold of my ballsack and pulls it forward, smashing my balls up against my cock. Holding my sack in place about halfway down my shaft, she widens her mouth and starts moving her head forward, engulfing more and more of my cock as she goes, until she comes to my sack. She then opens her mouth even wider and pushes forward some more, swallowing my cock and balls at the same time.

“Holy fucking shit,” I say as she somehow manages to hold both in her mouth far longer than I would have expected. “When the hell did you learn to do that?”

“Many years ago,” she says after relinquishing her hold on me. “I haven’t broken it out in a while. Now sit back and relax so I can bust out some more stuff you haven’t seen.”

Laughing, I drop down onto the couch. “If you insist.”

“Oh, I do, I do,” she says, giggling once again. Her eyes are gleaming, her smile wide and genuine. She loves pushing my boundaries, seeing how far she can take things, constantly going half a step further, knowing that I’ll go with her no matter how uncomfortable I am with the act itself. She’s got a bit of a sadist streak in her, that’s for sure. Which is one of the many things I love about her.

Taylor stands up and grabs me by the cock and leads me over to the couch. Once there, she spins me around so my back is to it and pushes on my shoulders, dropping me to the cushions. Then she drops to her knees and spreads my legs and scoots forward until her head is mere inches from my hard cock.

“Are you ready to start getting real freaky?” Taylor asks.

“Hell yes,” I reply. “Let’s get it on.”

Smiling, Taylor runs her tongue up and down the shaft of my cock and around the tip without actually putting it between her lips, teasing me for a bit before sucking on it. But once she’s done, instead of sliding my cock into her mouth, she presses it up against my stomach, holding it there, exposing my balls.

I stare down at Taylor, watching intently, as she drops her head down and starts licking my ballsack, running her tongue up from the bottom and then along the underside of my cock. After doing that a few times, she takes both of my balls in her mouth and sucks on them while jerking me off all the while. It feels wonderful, a little painful but exciting as hell.

After working my balls for a little while, Taylor puts her hands beneath my legs and pushes up on them, exposing my asshole. She then slides her hands down to my asscheeks and spreads them wide, opening my ass up even further.

Taylor glances up at me with an evil smile then goes to work on my asshole, running her tongue up it over and over, licking it like a kitten drinking milk.

I let out a low moan and start breathing more deeply as I shiver in delight.

Picking up on my excitement, Taylor starts working my asshole more aggressively, licking all around it and spitting on it and tonguing it with more intensity.

“Holy fucking shit,” I say aloud, laughing under my breath. “You’re such a filthy fucking slut.”

In response to this, Taylor buries her face in between my ass cheeks and slides her rigid tongue into my asshole. I yelp and suck in a huge breath, holding it for a few seconds before letting it out in a rush.

Having the tip of Taylor’s tongue in my asshole feels fucking incredible. It’s so filthy and dirty and perverted that it turns me on like crazy, not only the physical sensation, but just the fact that my girlfriend is willing to do these kinds of things to me.

I reach down and grab a handful of her hair and pull on it, holding her head in place against my ass. She responds by sticking her tongue further out, shoving it deeper into my anus.

Shivering as a bolt of electricity runs up my spine, I pull Taylor closer towards me, smashing her face against my ass, forcing her tongue as far into my asshole as it will go. I hold her head there for nearly fifteen seconds before finally releasing her.

Taylor’s head flies back and she takes a few seconds to get some air in her lungs before immediately going to work on my cock again, sliding it into her mouth and bobbing her head up and down on it, taking it all the way down her throat with every thrust. Wet, gagging, choking sounds are coming from her mouth and her eyes are watering, making her mascara run, but still doesn’t let up, her head bobbing up and down as aggressively as ever.

As much as I love Taylor sucking my cock, I’m about ready to move on. It’s about time I stick my cock in her and repay her for all she’s done for me. But before I make a move, Taylor runs her finger down my taint and starts rubbing the outside of my asshole with it. My anus is still wet and slippery from when she was working it with her tongue just moments ago, allowing the tip of her finger to easily slip into my asshole.

An atomic bomb goes off in my head, reverberates through my body and travels down my spine.

“Ohmyfuckingod,” I say, spewing it all in one word as I stare down at her with wide eyes.

“You like that, huh?” Taylor laughs, grinning up at me like the devil.

I nod my head quickly up and down.

“Yeah, I thought you might,” she says, working her finger in and out my asshole, forcing it deeper inside of me.

I let out a loan groan and grit my teeth.

“It stings a little, doesn’t it?” Taylor says, still grinning widely, obviously enjoying herself and the power she has over me.

I nod again.

“But it feels good, too, right?”

“Yeah,” I say, trying hard not to cum.

“Now you know how I feel when you fuck my ass,” Taylor says, spitting on my asshole and continuing to work it with her fingers, moving faster now.

“Yes I do,” I say.

She smacks me hard on the ass, causing me to yelp.

“No you don’t,” Taylor says, glaring at me. She sticks the index finger from her other hand up in the air, near my face. “Because this  is what’s in your ass right now.” She drops the finger and uses the same hand to grab my cock, which is as stiff as it’s ever been in my life. “While this,” she continues, squeezing my cock as hard as she can, “is what goes in my ass.”

“Fair enough,” I manage to say, still trying desperately not to cum. Something about her little lecture turns me on even more, perhaps the aggression in her tone, or maybe the look in her eyes, but probably both.

Eventually Taylor slides her finger out of my asshole and sticks it in her mouth. After cleaning it of my ass juices, she says, “One of these days, I’m going to stick something closer to the size of your cock up your ass, what do you say to that?”

The words come out of my mouth before I even know what they’re going to be. “I say bring it on.”

Taylor’s eyes light up. It’s obviously not what she was expecting to hear. “I heard it!” she says. “It’s too late to back out now.”

“I don’t want to back out,” I say. “Just make sure I’m more drunk than this before you try it.”

“That shouldn’t be a problem,” she says, standing up. “But until then, I’ll just have to settle for your cock inside of me.”  

Taylor climbs atop me, straddling me, one leg on each side of my body and her ass resting on my legs, just below my hips. Staring right at me, she grabs ahold of my cock and pulls it back so the top of my shaft is pushing against her pussy lips.

She grinds on my waist while slowly jerking me off, our eyes locked together, excitement and mischief in her eyes as she messes with me. Once she’s had her fun, she lifts herself up a bit, scoots forward until her hips are directly above mine then slides my cock into her pussy.

She’s so wet it’s like slipping into a cup of warm oil.

“Goddammit you feel so fucking good inside me,” Taylor says as she works my cock with her pussy, bouncing up and down on it in a steady, deliberate rhythm. “I love how your cock fills me up.”

My hands naturally gravitate to her perky little tits, which are bouncing right in front of my face. I grope and squeeze them for a bit, then cup them with my palms and push up on them.

This excites Taylor and gets her moving more aggressively against me, bouncing up and down on me quickly, taking the entire length of my cock inside her with every thrust.

“You like it when I bounce on your cock?” she says, staring right at me.

“I fucking love it,” I say.

“Do you want me to ride you even harder?”

“Yes please,” I say.

She leans her body back, putting more of her weight on my hips and changing up the angle of penetration, then starts riding my cock faster and faster, her body slamming down onto me, smashing my balls at the bottom of every thrust, causing just a little bit of pain to go with my pleasure.

I decide to return the favor, pinching her nipples between my fingers and giving them a good squeeze.

Taylor yelps and glares down at me, but I know that she loves it. I also know that she’s going to pay me back by hammering me with even more intensity, making me more uncomfortable too. Which is exactly what I want.

And she does, reaching back and grabbing my balls with her hand and squeezing them tight while continuing to pound her body down onto mine with everything she has.

Both of us are grunting and moaning and thoroughly enjoying ourselves. But we both want more.

I release my hold on her nipples but I’m just getting started. Rearing back, I smack one of her tits, eliciting a little yelp from her mouth, followed by a nasty smile.

“You like that, don’t you?” I say, grinning up at her.

Taylor nods.

I do it again, this time to her other tit.

She yelps again. Her breath is ragged now and her eyes are wild. She releases her hold on my balls and shifts her hand to her clit, which she is rubbing with reckless abandon.

I smack her tits again, one at a time, at regular intervals.

“Just like that,” Taylor screams. “Holy shit, just like that, just like that!”

I continue smacking her tits while she slams away on her clit and her breathing rate increases, as does the loudness of her grunts, groan, and screams, until she goes over the edge. Her body tenses up and her hand freezes while pushing against her clit and then she releases with an animalistic groan as an orgasm courses through her body.

Taylor shakes and shimmies and lets out a series of deep groans as the orgasm passes. But she doesn’t so much as miss a beat, continuing to pound away at me just as aggressively as before.

She also decides to take some control back, grabbing ahold of my wrists and pushing my arms back near my head. Holding them against the back of the couch, one on either side of my head, Taylor continues to ride me like a cowgirl.

“You had your little fun,” she says, staring down at me. “Now it’s time for me take over for a little while.”

“Fine by me,” I say, relaxing my arms and letting her do her thing.

Because she’s still holding my wrists up near my head, Taylor is leaning over me, giving her even more leverage to pound away on my cock. She’s lifting her whole body up and dropping it down onto me, impaling herself on my stiff cock, giving me her full weight with every thrust, causing me to grunt and groan with every pump.

“You like it when I take control, don’t you?” Taylor says.

“I love it,” I say.

“It makes you want to cum, doesn’t it?” she says.

“Hell yeah,” I say.

Smiling wryly, she slams her body down on me some more, giving me all her weight, letting gravity help, not holding back at all.

“Are you almost there?” Taylor asks a few seconds later.

“Yeah,” I say.

“Yeah?” she says. “Are you ready to make a mess of my pretty little face?”

“Fuck yeah,” I say.

 “Then let me help you get there,” Taylor says, climbing off me and dropping to her knees between my legs.

Normally, at this point, Taylor will take my cock in her mouth and suck on it until I’m ready to burst, either taking it in her mouth, or pulling off at the last moment to take my seed on her face, or her tits. But today she doesn’t wrap her lips around my cock. Instead, she grabs ahold of my cock with one hand and sticks the index finger of her other hand in her mouth and gets it lubed up, then slips it into my asshole.

I suck in my breath and let it out in a low groan.

“Remember this from earlier?” she asks, smiling up at me, jerking me off while simultaneously finger-fucking me.

I nod. How could I forget?

“Do you still like it as much as you did then?” Taylor asks.

I nod again, unable to even speak now, I’m holding on so desperately.

“Prove it,” she says, banging me harder now, her finger slamming in and out of my asshole while she jerks me off with her free hand. “Cum for me. Make a mess of my pretty little face.”

I oblige her, finally allowing my body to relax. My orgasm comes moments later, my body spasming like never before, almost painfully, kicking and jerking as streams of sperm rocket out of my cock, shooting straight up into the air as Taylor continues jerking me off and fingering my asshole.

I cum harder and longer than ever before, shooting eight streams from my cock, making a mess of the entire area. It’s everywhere, on my legs, the couch, my chest, Taylor’s arm, her tits, her stomach, her legs.

Once my cock is finally dry, Taylor leans over and takes it in her mouth and sucks on the tip. Between her finger still in my ass and her post-orgasm blowjob, it’s too much to take.

“Holy shit,” I say, squirming away from her. Laughing heartily, she reluctantly releases her holds on me, gives me a smack on the leg for good measure, then climbs up onto the couch with me.

“Well,” she says. “What did you think?”

“You know what I think,” I say. “You saw how hard I came.”

“I must admit, that was pretty impressive,” Taylor says. “But I have a feeling it’s going to be nothing compared to how hard you cum next time.”

“And why is that?” I say, even though I know the answer. I just like messing with Taylor.

“You don’t remember what you said earlier?” she asks, grinning at me. She knows that I remember, she just wants to mess with me some more.

“About what? Letting you fuck me in the ass?” I say.

Taylor nods.

“You didn’t think I really meant that, did you?” I say, trying to keep a straight face. And it works, at least for a few seconds. Then I start busting up laughing.

“You little shit,” Taylor says, punching me in the shoulder. “You had me there for a moment.”

“I tried,” I say. “But you know me too well. I always do what I say. And I said you can fuck me in the ass with a strap-on next time we screw around.”

Taylor giggles and claps her hands exaggeratedly. “Yippee,” she says. “I promise you won’t regret it.”

“If it’s anything like tonight, I’m sure I’ll enjoy it.”

“Trust me, it’ll be way better than tonight,” Taylor says. “In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if you beg for me to do it to you more often after you’ve experience it once.”

“I don’t know about that,” I say, laughing under my breath. “But I guess we’ll find out soon enough.”

“That we will,” Taylor says, leaning over to give me a peck on the cheek. “That we will indeed.”






We had just passed State Line when the Viagra began to take hold.

“Shit,” I said. “I almost timed it perfectly.”

“What’s that?” Nikki said, looking over at me.

I shot my eyes down towards the bulge in my groin.

“Oh,” she said with a nasty little smile. “Don’t worry, we can take care of that.”

Before I could protest she had undone her seatbelt and was leaning over the center console. She undid my zipper and negotiated my cock out of my pants with practiced ease.

“I still don’t understand why you took that stuff,” she said as she stroked my rock-hard cock. “It’s not like you have trouble getting it up.”

“Well, I figure we only have 24 hours in Vegas and I mean to make every single one of them count.”

“Ahhh, Johnny,” she said only half-mockingly. “You’re such a romantic.”

And with that, she dropped her head and took the tip of my cock in her mouth.

“Not half as romantic as you are,” I mumbled while trying desperately to keep my attention on the road ahead. Luckily it was already past midnight on a Wednesday, so there were only a couple other cars around.

Nikki took my cock deeper in her throat, held it there for a couple seconds, gagged once, then popped it out. It was only then that I realized I was pushing 95 and straddling two lanes. I swerved back into the fast lane and let my foot off the accelerator. 

“Jesus,” I said. “Are you trying to kill us?”

Laughing, she spit on my cock and started jerking it with one hand while the other ran up and down my chest. “No,” she said, looking up at me with her big brown eyes. “I’m just trying to get you to pull over so you can put that monster of yours to good use.”

“Well shit, why didn’t you say so?”

“I thought I just did,” she said before going right back to work on my cock.

I swerved across two lanes of traffic to make the next off-ramp, crossed under the freeway, and came to a stop just off the access road.

I’d barely turned the engine off and already Nikki was scrambling on top of me, straddling me in the driver’s seat, her sundress the perfect outfit for what she had in mind. She slipped one of her perfect little tits out of the top of her dress and leaned forward and stuck it in my face. I took the nipple in my mouth and started sucking on it. I bit down, eliciting a gasp from her. She wrapped her arms around my head and pulled me in closer to her chest. I reached down and slid her g-string to the side and started rubbing her clit to get her warmed up. It was totally unnecessary, as she was already soaking wet, but still I continued to rub, getting her even more wound up.

“Enough,” Nikki said. “I need you inside me.”

She reached down and took my cock in her hand then sat down on it, her pussy engulfing it with just a hint of resistance. She immediately started bouncing on it, her hips slamming down into me roughly. I reached under her dress and grabbed her ass and spread her cheeks apart, which only served to fuel her frenzy even further. She put her hands on my chest and closed her eyes and went to work, lost in herself, groaning in time with her downward thrusts. Her long brown hair was thrown to the side and covering half of her face and she was biting down on her bottom lip. Her slender neck was stretched taut and a little rivulet of sweat was trickling down towards her single exposed breast. Watching Nikki work her body onto mine brought me to the point of exploding but I knew she was right there too, so I held off until she got off.

A few seconds later and she was there. She dropped her hips down onto my cock one last time and held them there.

“Fuck, FUCK, FUCK!” she screamed as her body quivered in orgasm. The insides of her pussy squeezed my cock, triggering my own release, which I shot inside her with a couple final thrusts of my own.

She leaned forward and gave me a little kiss, then slipped my cock out of her pussy. She slid her panties back into place and crawled over to the passenger’s seat while I stuffed my cock back into my pants. I still had a hard on but it wasn’t nearly as urgent as before.

“Not a bad way to start the trip,” I said as we made our way back to the freeway.

“Just think of what we can do with a whole suite at our disposal,” she said. “Not to mention after we’ve had a few drinks to loosen ourselves up.”

I smiled and looked over at her. She was positively beaming in anticipation. Laughing, I turned my eyes back to the road. It was going to be a crazy trip.




Nikki and I had been good friends from elementary school all the way through high school but had gone our separate ways after graduation, both going to different colleges and eventually getting into a couple of horrible marriages. Mine had ended in an arrest and near prison time for assaulting the dude my wife was fucking behind my back. Nikki’s had ended with her stripping and then spending a few months shooting some amateur porn shortly after she’d found her husband blowing another man in his office.

Running into each other had been pure luck. Both of us were back in our hometown visiting our parents for a couple of days when we literally bumped into each other at one of the local bars one night. It was like getting hit with in the gut with a sledgehammer. We immediately broke off from the groups we’d come with and got ourselves a table and started talking.

By midnight, we were both wasted and wondering how we’d allowed ourselves to drift apart after graduation. By 2AM we were in a hotel room fucking our brains out. Less than a week later we were living together. That was nine  months  ago and we haven’t looked back since. Not so much as an argument between us.

Now I know what you’re thinking right now.  Yeah right, you’re so full of shit. Every couple argues.

Well, not us. Not a single time. I know it sounds crazy but hey, what can I say? It is what it is. Don’t believe me? Doesn’t matter to me. Believe whatever you want. I only know what I know, and I know that we haven’t been in a single argument since we hooked up this second time.

And the sex? Wow. The great thing about her short time in porn was that it had completely obliterated her inhibitions. And she was working on breaking down mine. Which meant that we did shit on a regular basis that most couples only dream about. Personally, I think our incredible sex life had a huge impact on the health of our relationship. Regular, perverted sex combined with plenty of money and no kids leads to a pretty stress-free life. And without stress, who needs to argue?




Our suite at the Rio was ridiculous. We knew we were in for a treat when we needed to insert our key card into a slot on the elevator just to get to the right floor.  But once we opened the door to the room we were blown away.

Two stories. 1500 square feet. Marbled floors. Baby grand piano. Two hot tubs. Three showers. A sauna. 4 couches. A California King bed. And one whole wall was nothing but a giant window giving us a full view of the Vegas Strip.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Nikki said as she bounced around the room with glee, checking the whole thing out. “This is insane!”

“You like it, huh?”

“Like it? I fucking love it!”

“I thought you might,” I said, playing it cool. We were in the bedroom, up on the second floor, overlooking the rest of the suite.

“There’s only one problem,” Nikki said.

“What’s that?”

“I’m never going to want to leave the room.”

“Who says we need to leave the room?”

“Don’t you want to play some poker?”

“I kind of figured we were just going to get wasted and fuck all weekend.”

“Really? You’d do that for me?”

“Of course,” I said. “Why do you think I took that Viagra before we left? Besides, I can play poker anytime I want.”

“What? And you can’t fuck me anytime you want?” Nikki’s tone was harsh but the smile on her face was playful.

“Not while we’re in a thousand dollar a night room I can’t,” I said. “The way I figure it, we’ve only got about 20 hours in the suite. And we need to make use of all of them if we want to desecrate every room in here.”

“Awwwww,” she said, craning her neck up to give me a kiss. “That’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me.”

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