Thursday, April 10, 2008

Phaze Fantasies, Vol. I by Alessia Brio, Leigh Ellwood, Bridget Midway, and Ann Regentin

From "Pura Vida!" by Alessia Brio

Charlie watched as Stormy finished her beer, kicked off her sandals, and waded into the darkness of the surf—holding her skirt high on her legs and laughing at the sheer joy of it. Leaving the group behind, she walked along the shore. He waited a few moments, then strolled up the beach to join her.

"See what I mean?" she asked when he caught up to her and wrapped his arms around her from behind. She rested her head backward onto his shoulder. "It's in the air. We have to figure out a way to promote it without spoiling it. I want people to take a piece of this peace home with them and make their own lives more...more..."

"Peaceful?" Charlie prompted.

She turned, kissed him, then gave his backside a playful smack. "Smart ass! I'm serious about this. It's not just about business anymore. I really do believe we can make the world a better place—one vacationer at a time, perhaps, but still..."

"One drop raises the ocean."

"Exactly! I knew you—of all people—would understand." Stormy melted into his arms. "I've missed you!"

They stood in the ankle-deep surf, kissing and swaying gently with the tide. "We've been apart too long," Stormy mumbled against his neck. "Your skin tastes new to me...unfamiliar. Now I'm gonna have to learn you all over—all over again—and I think I'd like to start right now. Hope you don't have a problem with that."

Without waiting for a reply, Stormy reached for his belt buckle. Charlie glanced over his shoulder at the cluster of bodies around the bonfire, feeling exposed but reminding himself that they were probably beyond the reach of the fire's light—not that any of their new acquaintances would mind if he got a blow job on the beach. He knew better than to thwart Stormy—again. While he'd no doubts about the sincerity of her desire, he also knew she pushed the envelope of daring because he'd opted not to ride in the back seat with her: Stormy's version of payback.

She whipped his belt from its loops with one insistent yank and tossed it onto the dry sand a few feet away; its clank sounded unnatural—out of place—against the backdrop of the waves. Tugging at the zipper of his cargo shorts, she reached inside with one hand and wrapped her fingers around his cock.

"Better hang on to these," she said, grasping one of his hands and hooking his index finger through a belt loop, "or they'll fall into the water. I can't do it...'cause I plan to be focusing on other things." With that, she dropped to her knees, completely disregarding her own advice and soaking her skirt in the process. Charlie drained the rest of his beer in one long pull and lobbed the bottle alongside his belt, to be collected later. He wove his free hand through her hair as she took him into her mouth, quickly pulling him to complete rigidity. She was right; they had been apart too long. It didn't take his cock long, though, to remember her tongue and the way it deftly explored his shaft—as if memorizing every detail.

Stormy, unlike any woman he'd ever known, truly savored cock. She gave head for the sheer joy of it. From her perspective, she told him shortly after their meeting that it was not an act of giving, but one of taking. "Yeah, taking control," he'd responded at the time. "I've heard other women say that."

"I am not 'other women,' and it has nothing whatsoever to do with control," she'd insisted, swatting him with a pillow. "It has to do with pleasure—MY pleasure. The fact that you also enjoy it is just a fortunate coincidence. I'd want to suck your cock whether you liked it or not. So there!"

It took him about a month of intense reprogramming to fully integrate her assertions into his way of thinking, not that he minded Stormy's lessons. Although he now believed her, he still felt as if he owed her an orgasm every time she blew him. No matter how many times she assured him otherwise, he couldn't quite shake that deeply ingrained notion.

She'd barely gotten started when a hand landed on his shoulder, startling him from his blissful reverie and nearly knocking him off balance. "Hey, Charlie, have you seen Stormy?"