TABOO TALES(erotica)

At last, I needed to taste her more than I needed to play, and my tongue slid between her swollen lips, making her gasp out loud at the sudden invasion, the sensation of my mouth on her, licking, sucking, and nibbling. Her hands cradled my head as she held me against her, my senses filled with the scent and taste of her as I licked and savoured, and she hunched her groin against me as hard as she could, bearing down on my face as I strained against her. I licked her soft spongy little anus, probing with my tongue pointed as I pushed into her, rubbing her clitoris gently with my thumb as I slowly invaded her secret place. I could feel her getting close, her gasps and sighs, her insistent movements against me, the tension in her thighs as they enfolded my head, all told me she was nearing that place, and when I jammed my tongue into her anus as hard as I could, she came with a loud groaning sigh, her back arching as her fluids sprayed out of her, squirting across my face and neck, bathing me in her scent and taste. I kept stabbing my tongue into her while rubbing her clitoris, and her orgasm rolled on and on, the tendons in her thighs like steel wires as she tensed and clamped them around my head, locking me against her as she rode her climax to its end, her breathing coming in a series of hitching groans as each comber of pleasure rolled over her.

Now her knees opened and she slumped back, twitching and shuddering as her orgasm swirled and slowly faded from her, her arms spread wide, totally at peace now, a small satisfied smile on her face as her breathing evened-out and her heart rate returned to normal. I kissed her swollen pussy one last time, making her jump and giggle as she sighed happily, and reached for the wash-cloth to swab my face and neck of her richly-scented ejaculate, burying my face in the cloth for a moment to breathe-in her exciting, delicate, fresh aroma one more time.

I moved up to lie next to her, her arm coming around me as she pulled herself up against me, and kissed me deeply, her tongue sliding around against mine as we tasted each other again.

“Mmmm! You taste like me! Do I always taste so nice?” she murmured, a small smile dancing on her lips.

I pulled her close, my hands slipping down to hold her by her delectably taut little buttocks, my cock between us as the effects of her kiss made themselves felt on me.

“Princess, you always taste wonderful! I could eat you every day, and nothing else!” I grinned, and I meant it; she really was delicious!

“Darling Bear, you always know exactly what to say!” she murmured back, a slow, sleepy smile gracing her lips as she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled herself into the crook of my neck, her breathing slowing almost immediately as she slipped into sleep.

I lay for a while, enjoying the feel of her warm silky skin against mine, the tantalising scent of her hair, and the warm, subtle scent complex that always surrounded her, that perfume, aroma, call it what you will, that was uniquely hers, that always said to me ‘Nia’; I could have found her if I were blindfolded in a coal-mine at midnight just by following the tendrils of that subtle scent.

When she was deeply asleep, I pulled the covers up over her, and quietly slid out of bed, to take a shower in the main bathroom rather than disturb her by using our own little en-suite shower room, and then go back to doing a little light reading; the criminal careers of some of the most unsavoury looking characters I hope never to meet.

After an hour or so, I called up and ordered some Chinese; I wasn’t in the mood to cook, and I didn’t think Nia would welcome the idea of dining out, and woke her to have a shower before dinner arrived.

We tacitly agreed to not discuss the papers we’d received earlier over dinner, electing to enjoy our informal meal, chat about friends, upcoming projects, anything except the search for Hu’e.

Once we’d finished, I outlined my immediate plan.

“Princess, I’m going to call this Tang Tao Lieng person in Hong Kong tonight; Thawip made a point of mentioning him, so I think I’d better take the hint. Hopefully he’ll be able to help us narrow-down who we should be concentrating on; this stuff here is too dense, there’s too much information, we really need to talk to someone who can separate the sheep from the goats for us; I think I can feel the shape of what we need to do next, but there’s too much else in the way. So let’s get some real help; agreed?”

She nodded agreement.

“You’ll have to call him after midnight; Hong Kong’s 8 hours ahead of us, so right now it’s 4am there; I doubt he’d be feeling very cooperative if you call him right now!”

++++Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

Friday, April 29, 2011

San Francisco

Park Presidio & Balboa

Bethany stepped off the Muni train onto the sidewalk and began walking home, cursing venal mechanics who wanted exorbitant sums for dinky little repairs, Chevrolet for making such easily damaged cars, Cory for buying her the Chevelle in the first place — classic my ass, she thought, if it was such a classic, why did she hear everyone in the service bay snickering as she left? And why the hell did the Service Center have to be all the way down at El Camino and Alemany? Was that even in San Francisco? No it wasn’t. With her head full of dark thoughts of what she was going to do to him for not buying her the Toyota, it took her a moment to realise someone was calling out to her.

“Hey, Lady, you dropped something, hey, excuse me…!”

She looked behind her, seeing a Chinese boy, maybe 12 or 13, wearing an old ‘Tygers of Pan Tang’ t-shirt and expensive-looking new sneakers.

“I’m sorry, did you speak to me?” she asked, and the kid nodded, holding out something in his hand. Bethany looked at it; it was a button of some sort.

She smiled at him. “I’m sorry, that’s not mine, you must be mistaken.”

The boy shook his head. “I saw it fall from your pocket, lady, who else could it belong to?”

Bethany grinned and took it from him, a strange feeling of… anticipation, significant and important flashing through her as she touched his hand, then it was gone as quickly as it came, leaving her momentarily disoriented. Shaking the odd feeling off, she examined the object closely. It was some kind of Chinese New Year token, maybe, a red ceramic coin-shaped token with a golden tiger face embossed on it, quite attractive really, with a feel of… antiquity? No matter, it was attractive enough to keep as a conversation piece, if nothing else.

“Well, OK” she smiled, “Thank you!”

She turned to continue her way home, but an impulse made her turn to the boy again.

“I still say this isn’t mine, but thank you anyway, it was very kind of you to stop me like that. What’s your name?” she asked him.

“The boy grinned. “Me? My name’s Hu, but you can call me… Jamie.”

Bethany smiled. “Well thank you again, Jamie, you have a good evening, OK?”

Jamie winked at her.

“You too, Bethany!” he grinned, and Bethany smiled back at him, turned and continued on her way home, her annoyance at Cory forgotten for some reason, her fine oriental features showing only a happy anticipation at getting home to her family at the end of a long day. It wasn’t until she was almost home that it suddenly struck her; he’d called her by her name, but she hadn’t told him her name… had she?

The boy watched her leave, the evening sun and the shadows off the overhead cables momentarily banding his face, striping him black and gold and making his eyes flare orange for a second, then he smiled and sauntered away.

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By the time I got to call my new contact in Hong Kong, Nia was long asleep; she’d had a strenuous evening and a good meal, and by 12 am was struggling to keep her eyes open; her constant yawning was making me yawn along with her, but eventually she got the hint and went to bed. I dialled the number Thawip had had given me.

The line burred a couple of times, then answered with a beep.

“Organised Crime & Fraud Reporting, Lieng here” said a cultured oriental voice, just a hint of accent in an otherwise flawless English pronunciation.

“Hello,” I replied, “is this Tang Tao Lieng?” I asked.

“This is he, how may I help you?” asked the voice.

This was it.

“You won’t know me, but I was given your name by a friend in the Royal Thai Army Border Force, Colonel Thawip Netniyom. My name is …”

He interrupted me. “James, James Morrison, yes, Thawip spoke with me about you and your… problem, I was wondering when you would be calling me!”

At least he was on the ball, which was reassuring.

He continued.

“I’ve been looking at the information Thawip sent you, much of it is intelligence we already had, some of it adds to what we already knew, the whole thing though is very informative. Do you have Skype? I don’t want to discuss this over an open telephone line.”

I gave him my Skype address, and he told me to stand by, before hanging up.

I immediately went into the bedroom and flipped open my laptop and enabled Skype, and a few seconds later the video-call tone sounded. I answered, and there was the face of Lieng, a young-looking Chinese man of indeterminate age, in blue Hong Kong Police Force coveralls.

He smiled. “You are a lot like Thawip described you, James, he was very… glad to help you, he likes you very much!”

I was curious about how they knew each other, and Lieng was happy to chat informally.