Fear: The Aphrodisiac

kittykatt60304-sandalwood and vanilla are a couple of my favs...I use them a lot in my works

Rawr-if you liked the first, I hope you\'ll enjoy this chappie

Thanx for reading!!
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The rest of the day was a complete wash. I bailed on my afternoon classes and headed for home. I kept looking at the box that I tossed on the passenger side seat. Fuck…what did I get myself into? Before I realized what had happened, I pulled into my own driveway. I grabbed my stuff out of the car and walked to the door. As I fumbled with my house keys, a florist’s van stopped in front of my house. A tiny woman jumped out of the front and went to the back of the van. She opened the door and pulled a huge rose arrangement out; it was so large, I couldn’t see anything on her except her hands and feet. She staggered under the weight and I thought she was about to drop the arrangement. I moved to the end of the walk, “Hi…can I give you a hand with that?” She jumped a little as I had startled her; “Please…why did Josie have to make this thing so damn big.” I took the arrangement out of her arms and she held up a clipboard for me to sign as a received delivery. She got back into her van and drove off. I moved back to the front door and let myself i
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I sat the roses on the bar and looked for the card. There had to have been at least two and a half dozen roses in the vase, so the card was hidden. I smelled the flowers; their scent was intoxicating and heavy; you could almost smell the sunshine and dew on the petals. I finally located the card: there was no message or signature. Damn him…how could he have known I would be home? This shit was getting too weird…what if he was some kind of psycho stalker? What if I went out with him and he totally lost it; I could wind up dead. The phone rang and startled me. My stupid imagination; he was trying to throw me off my game. I picked up the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hey, did you get the flowers?” he asked. I heard the smile in his voice.

“Yeah, as a matter of fact, I just signed for them. How did you know I’d be home, anyway?”

“Well, I went back to try and find you. I figured we could have lunch or something together. Diane and Red told me you took off like a bat out of Hell. So, I assumed you would be home and requested the flowers to be delivered ASAP.”

Figures…neither Diane nor Red knew when to keep their mouths shut. I was glad that they didn’t know what was going on.

“Are you still there?” I heard Col ask.

“Yeah…sorry. My mind drifted a little bit.”

“What? Do you think I’m some whacked out stalker or something?” he laughed. I shook my head; he could read my mind…go figure.

“No, but you have been catching me by surprise a lot today. Just a tiny bit overwhelming, don’t you think?”

“I have no intention of letting you get the upper hand. You like to fight fast and dirty; I saw that last night.”

I snorted, “Afraid much? Look, I’m gonna go. I need to eat something and see if I can’t squeeze in a nap. See you at nine?”

“Count on it. Be ready…or else.” He hung up quickly after that last remark.

I shook my head again and dropped the phone back on the le. le. I thought to myself; today was Thursday. I wondered if Ken was at his place. I needed to bring Col down a peg or two and I came up with thrfecrfect way to do it. I picked up the phone and dialed the number. I got lucky; he picked up after the first ring. We chatted for a bit and then I got down to business. After I asked a couple of key questions, I told Ken what I needed from him. He didn’t bother me with questions; he just agreed to my requests. If I wanted him to know, I would tell him. We had been friends since junior high and had gone through a lot together. But, we never had sex…our friendship wouldn’t have been able to withstand the drama. We talked for a few minutes longer and I hung up. I caught myself as I uttered an evil laugh; Saturday couldn’t get here soon enough. I walked to the kitchen, whipped up a light lunch, and lay down for a nap.

Later that evening, I started to get ready for the date. I didn’t want Col to get suspicious so it needed to look like I was cooperating. I showered and rubbed the sandalwood oil on to my skin. I put on the outfit and stared at my reflection. The leather skirt clung to my hips. Silk was not something I usually wore; but, the blouse hugged all the right curves and I put on leather ankle boots to hide the raw marks. I never realized that black was so sexy…I would have to add it to my color palette. I switched to a purse that would go with what I was wearing. I walked back into the living room just as the doorbell rang. I sat my purse on the table next to my toy box. I sighed…I was going to miss the stuff inside. The doorbell rang again and I moved to open it.

Col stood on the front porch, tapping his foot. I guessed he didn’t like to be kept waiting. I stood off to one side and gestured him in. He walked to the bar and pulled one of the roses from the vase. He held it to his nose, as he looked my over from head to toe. He twirled one finger in a circle and I slowly turned so he could see all of me. I stopped when I faced him once again and crossed my arms under my breasts. He still hadn’t said a word; I was used to the silent treatment. We stared at each other, not willing to be the first to break the silence. His eyes darkened hotly; I arched an eyebrow in response. Slowly, he smiled as he gave me the rose he held in his hands.

“I should have knowYou You have this round; but I set the rules for tonight. Are you wearing underwear?”

My jaw dropped as I stared back at him, “Yes, I am. Why?”

“Bra too?” he asked.

“Yes…why?” I demanded as I threw the rose across the room.

“Go take them off. They’ll just get in the way,” he drawled as he made himself comfortable on the couch. He leaned forward and pulled my toy box off the table and opened it. I spun on my heel and stormed back to my bedroom. I took off both items, readjusted my clothes and went back into the living room. He stood and tucked my toy box under his arm. I picked up my purse from the table and went to the front door. He followed behind as we went outside. His motorcycle was parked in the driveway; this had becomie interesting. He slid the toy box into the saddlebag on the bike. He climbed on and held out one hand to me. I climbed on behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. We rode off into the night.

We drove aimlessly around the city. He pointed out landmarks I wasn’t familiar with and I showed him a couple of my haunts. He drove us out to the city limits and into the hills. The vibrating of the bike between my legs had started to make me feel wound up and hot. He pulled up to the lookout point; the city glittered like a jewel under the light of the full moon. He parked and shut the bike off; the only sound that could be heard was the ticking of the engine as it cooled. I slid off the back and walked to the retaining wall that separated the lookout from the valley below. He moved to stand behind me and we looked the city in silence.

He moved his lips across my hair. My arms remained crossed over my stomach. He turned my body to face his. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” he asked softly, not wanting to disrupt the mood. I closed my eyes as he caressed my face.

“Look at me,” he commanded. I shook my head and kept my eyes closed. He leaned forward and sucked my lower lips between his. He nibbled at them until I opened my mouth to his. His tongue surged forward to taste me; I couldn’t breathe. He pulled back and held still. I slowly opened my eyes; they gleamed with desire. I grabbed him by the collar and pressed my lips to his neck. I felt as his pulse throbbed beneath them. I nipped at the skin and moved lower to the buttons of his shirt. My fingers came up and pulled the buttons off, one by one. I continued to pull at them until his shirt hung open to his waist. I felt his cock, throbbing, from the confines of his jeans. I turned and threw his buttons into the valley below. He laughed quietly and pulled me back so that his cock rested between my ass cheeks.

I felt wetness seep from between my clenched thighs. I thought I would die if he didn’t touch me soon; I was on fire with lust and unfulfilled need. I fumbled with the zipper on his jeans. The head poked out and I watched as a single, clear drop gathered on the tip. He grabbed my wrists and pulled them away from the front of his jeans. He dragged me back to the bike.

“Get on,” his husky voice demanded. I lifted one leg over the side and flashed him naked female flesh. “No, turn around. I want you facing me,” he whispered as he mounted the bike. He pulled me closer after I positioned myself facing him. I felt the tip of his engorged penis nudge at the opening on my body. Before I realized his intentions, he thrust himself in completely and kick started the bike. Barely controlled, raw power caused the bike to jump frd ard and imbedded him even deeper in my hot willing box. I threw my head back as he lifted the kickstand and revved the engine. He gunned the bike into motion and peeled out of the lookout parking lot. I snapped my head back down and stared at him. I locked my ankles around his waist.

“Are you crazy?” I yelled as the bike began to accelerate. He grinned as he flexed his thighs and shifted the bike into the next gear. The vibrations and the bumps in the road sent thrills through the fleshy connection between us. I moaned and carefully moved back and forth.

I pulled myself carefully forward and leaned towards his ear. “This is insane. We stand a really good chance of getting killed!” I shouted over the engine.

He laughed, “Can you think of any better way to go if we do? Relax…I can handle this.”

He slowed the bike to the posted speed limit and began to flex his thighs. He encouraged me to ride him like I had the bike. I braced myself on his arms just enough to keep my balance but not inhibit his ability to contthe the bike. Smooth and steady strokes were the key and I soon had myself on the verge of orgasmic frenzy. He must have felt a change in my body because he moved the bike down into the breakdown lane. He slowed to a stop and shut the engine off.

He pulled me off the bike and threw me across the seat on my stomach. He raised the skirt to my waist and sheathed himself inside once again. He grabbed me by the waist and pounded against my backside. I wailed as my orgasm crashed down on me like a tidal wave. He reached out and grabbed a handful of my hair and twisted it in his fist. He jerked my head back and glared hotly into my face.

“Whom do YOU belong to?” he shouted as he continued to grind against my helpless body. I shuddered, not wanting to utter the words he demanded to hear. He twisted his fist harder and caused me to shriek.

“I asked you a question. Whom do you belong to? Who is the only man who can control a vicious bitch like you?” he demanded, not willing to surrender. I bit my lower lip hard enough to draw blood. Again, he twisted his fist and caused me to arch my neck so that I was forced to make eye contact with him. rks rks sizzled in the space between our faces and I still refused to answer.

His body stiffened and he roared with rage. I felt him release his essence deep within my body. I collapsed against the seat, not caring that he still held my hair in his fist. I pulled deep gulping breaths of air to refill my lungs. He abruptly let go of my hair and stalked away from the bike. He walked a short distance and stood stock-still and zipped up his jeans. I pulled the skirt down to cover my naked ass and fumbled for some tissue out of my purse. I could feel his semen dripping out of my puss and down my thighs. I cleaned myself and wrapped my arms around my body; I had started shaking. I have never felt such passion and rage before in my entire life. I glanced over to where he remained standing. He hadn’t moved and I started to wonder if he was going to lose it and hurt me. He threw his head back and started laughing. He laughed until he howled and he started back towards the bike. For some unholy reason, he started to applaud.

“Bravo…you are a worthy opponent. I really underestimated your strengths,” he said as he walked next to the bike. I just looked at him in disbelief. He reached out and carefully touched my bleeding lip. He stroked it softly and pulled the finger back when I winced from the pain. He looked at the tip and licked the blood off. He reached towards me, just holding his hand in the air. I put my hand in his and he pulled me into an embrace. He rubbed my back, soothingly, until my shaking subsided.

“Are you angry?” I asked softly, fearful of his answer.

He snorted, “Hell no…I shouldn’t have expected any less from you. You are my equal in every way. I figured that it would boil down to a battle of wills and you defeated me…again. What right do I have to be angry?” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of my panties and handed them to me. “I grabbed these while you were taking the others off. I guessed you might need them when we were done.”

I shook my head as I slipped them on. We got back on the bike and headed back to my house. He walked me to my front door and held my face as he kissed me good night. I watched as he walked back to his bike and left. I went into the house and gently closed it against the night.
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The sexual activities that occurred on the motorcycle was not done by professionals on a closed course...this is a work of fiction.
THIS IS MY DISCLAIMER AND WARNING: DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME!!! I would hate to hear someone hurt or killed themsevles attempting this stunt. For heaven\'s sake...please don\'t do it.