Amy sat back in her plush chair and thought a bit. Tonight, as with most Friday nights, was Tom’s play night. Tom had already called her from work saying that he was in the mood for some entertainment, which was his terminology for a bondage filled night. Amy wasn’t against this practice, because Tom was good at his game and she normally was rocked with several orgasms before the session usually ended. But tonight turned out to be a conflict of interests. Amy’s friends scored a handful of second row, center stage tickets to a concert the Amy has been dying to see. Tom, though into a lot of things that Amy liked, was not into girl self-empowerment music or music groups. He called them all lesbians and put them down, but Amy truly liked the music and desperately wanted to see the show.

"You really think so?" she whispered close into my ear. Her hand stroked my thigh, moving very close to my growing erection. "I've tried bondage before, and liked it, but I've never really been tickled, you know?" the sexy brunette said, sipping her drink. Then she leaned over and kissed my neck, placing her hand squarely on my cock

Danny burst through the front door. "Gloria! Gloria! I got it. I picked it up on the way home." Gloria came out of the kitchen wiping her hands on a towel. She was used to Danny's enthusiasm for every hi-tech toy that came on the market. "What is it this time? A personal asswipe assistant? PDA and tissue dispenser?"

He slid His fingers up along the length of her shaven slit and prised open the slick, sticky lip until the soft pink inner flesh was open to His view. Taking the dildo firmly in His other hand, He pushed it deeply into her in one fast stroke and listened as her moan of pleasure was growled out against the cock deep in her throat. Looking up He saw her body arching gently, her head tilted back, her breasts lifting and falling with her ragged breath, the breeze teasing and caressing the taut nipples. Kneeling back a little to take in the whole picture she presented He began to fuck her cunt slowly. Long, deep thrusts in and out of her body. Twisting the dildo into her, watching as the muscles on her thighs tightened and her hips moved back and forth.

Like some strange tree, I rise from the ground. I am neither ash nor oak, but I am slender limbed, my branches reaching for the ceiling, my trunk a gentle curve rooted by face and breasts to the polished floor beneath me. And all the while my lover circles me. I can hear his footsteps on the tile.