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| ...Wild Kingdom... |
| Have you ever watched one of those episodes of Wild Kingdom that they play on the Discovery Channel? I'm sure you know the show that I'm talking about. Have you ever noticed the way an animal stalks it's pray? The strategy behind his ambush simply amazes me. I've always been fond of the documentaries about the magestic cats of the jungle, like panthers and lions. But my favorite would have to be the cheetah. I love the sleekness of his body...the way his muscles tense and relax as he moves...There's an undeniable eroticism to the way he stalks, pauses, and then finally strikes his victim. Creeping slowly through the tall grass as he moves closer to his target, his eyes glint with determination. I know some people are repulsed by watching such an animalistic assault. But to be honest, I think it's pretty damn erotic. His only thought is to satisfy the primal need for his own gratification. The purpose of his life is to eat, sleep and reproduce. When you look at it that way, are we really that different? |
| I love when they show an animal on the prowl. The real gratification doesn't come from the consumption of their prize. It's the thrill of the chase which brings the true ecstacy. The way the heart beats faster, the senses become keener, and the adrenaline pulsates through the body is the ultimate rapture. Do you think the act of devouring the elk would be as fulfilling for the cheetah if it were merely placed before him on a silver platter day after day? Hell no. Pardon the bluntness of my expression, but the thrill is in the kill. It's like the act of sex. I mean, don't get me wrong. I love sex. What healthy 20 year old man doesn't? But lately I feel like it's missing something. I miss the pursuit. Where is the excitement if the act of finding and ultimately seducing a woman is virtually eliminated? Somehow entering my hotel room to find two beautiful, naked women lying spread eagle across my bed isn't the same. What fun is it if they fall over with their legs in the air?� I'm not crazy, I still bang the hell out of em.... ....My heart just isn't in it.. I rolled over and stared up at the ceiling. Maybe I shouldn't complain. I'm the envy of millions of men. I'm young, handsome, rich.. Not to mention the fact that my girlfriend is the epitomy of female perfection. She's quite honestly the personification of every physical attribute you could want in a lover. Long blonde hair...even if it is bleached. Plump, lucious lips... the product of bi-yearly collagen injections. Full, perky breasts...though there is a question whether are not those are god given or manufactured. A body sculpted by the finest personal trainers money can buy. Fuck me, who cares how she got it, the end justifies the means, right? Whether she was born with it, or she bought it, it belongs to her now. And she's always been willing to share. Yeah, so on occassion I find myself waking up next to Britney Spears. Add my name to the list of all the men she had before me. I wasn't the first, and it's understood I won't be the last. It's nothing but a fling anyway. A publicity stunt. Like my publicist says, the only bad publicity is no publicity. It's when they quit writing about you that your career is in jeopardy. We concocted this whole relationship to keep people talking. America's sweethearts, huh?� Yeah, whatever. The problem is Britney isn't what I want anymore. She may be beautiful, but looks aren't everything. Like I've heard so many times through the years, 'Beauty is only skin deep'. Looks fade, man. If you've got the money you can slow the process, but how many plastic surgeries can you subject yourself to I ask you? One day you wake up with a permanent look of surprise on your face and then what do you do? At this very minute her face is plastered across magazine covers all around the world. Give her five years. Today she's in a bikini on the cover of TV Guide. Tomorrow it's gonna be Playboy. It may be a ego boost for a young, handsome man like myself to have her on my arm now. She makes for a good trophy to show off on the red carpets, but do you really want a woman like that to be the mother of your children? Not that marriage and a family are foremost in my plans for the future, but you never know. I'm feeling the itch... It's time to move on again. Maybe that's the reason I can't get this girl out of my head. It's always the one that got away that keeps you awake at night isn't it? I'm not saying that she's the "one" or nothing like that. It's just I don't like being pushed aside. You don't shove your tongue down a man's throat, get his shit all ready to go and just expect to walk away. That's just fucked up. And it's exactly what she did to me. So what if she happened to be my girlfriend's roommate at the time? If you're gonna start listening to your conscience and shit you should pick a better time. You don't leave a brother hanging like that. Imagine my surprise when I walk through the hotel lobby and find that familiar face waiting behind the front desk. She tried to act all coy and shit, like it was all business between us. Maybe she thought I wouldn't recognize her. Hell, I'd know that mouth anywhere. You don't forget a girl who kisses like that. Makes you wonder what else she can do with that tongue. You know she couldn't even look me in the eyes when she handed me the key to my room? She just shoved it into my outstretched hand and turned her attention to her computer screen as she rattled off the same old tired desk clerk monologue I hear everyday. "The Omni of Charlotte appreciates your patronage. If there's anything that you desire, please don't hesitate to let me know. It will be my pleasure to serve you in any way." Damn straight I'd be calling. I stood and paced the floor of my hotel room impatiently. I placed my order almost fifteen minutes ago. How long does it take to put a bottle of champage in a bucket of ice and wheel it up to the damn eighth floor!? You'd think for the amount of money we spend in places like this, people would move just a little more quickly when I make a request. ...Get a grip, Justin... It's not like I give a damn about the order. I just wanted an excuse to get her into my room. I've been thinking about this girl almost every night. We've bumped into each other now and again since Halie and I split, but she looks right through me. It's like I'm not even there. I gotta tell you, that is NOT something I'm accustom to. Maybe it's the indifference she shows toward me that drives me out of my mind. It's not that she doesn't know who I am...it's just she doesn't CARE. I could strip down to my boxers right in front of her, which I have a dim recollection of doing in the past, and she barely blinks. Now I don't want to brag or anything, but I think I've got a pretty nice body, and I don't usually receive any complaints from the ladies. But this girl barely even glances at me. What makes it even worse is the smallest things she does turn me on. Tossing her hair over her shoulder, revealing her tanned bare shoulder makes me wanna throw her down on the closest weight bearing surface I can find and fucking her till her head spins. Just thinking about it now is giving me a hard on. Closing my eyes, I reach down inside my loose fitting sweatpants to adjust myself. I bit down on my lip as I wrapped my hand around my throbbing rod. Maybe a few quick strokes won't hurt. You know, just to calm it down a little. I can't exactly let her see what she's here for right from the get go, can I? If she sees this damn thing rising to greet her, she'll be out the door before I can plead my case. I can't help but to smirk as a gentle knock on the door echoed into the room. Poor girl, she has no idea that she's walking into the lion's den. Guess she's just gonna have to finish things up for me down there. I pulled my hand out of my pants reluctantly as my cock twitched in protest. ....Easy boy...patience is a virtue.... I sprinted across the room and pulled open the door, my best attempt at a sincere smile plastered on my famous face. Without my consent, my eyes moved slowly over the blonde woman standing in front of me. Brown eyes with blonde hair, huh? I've always wondered if that was her natural hair color or Loreal #24. I can feel the smile on my face grow even broader. ...I'll see soon enough... "Mr, Timberlake, I am Stacie, I am the front desk clerk here at the Omni of Charlotte. Provided here is your order of strawberries and chilled champagne. Brought to you by me, per your request." Huh. Can you believe her nerve? To imagine, I ask her personally to my room and she treats me like I'm a stranger. It kills me how women can hold a grudge. Yeah, I may have made the moves on my girlfriend's best friend, but I could've sworn it was her tongue that was halfway down my throat for a good half hour. Typical female. I hate that shit. Stacie walked past me into the room, pushing the delicate silver tray in front of her. In the back of my mind I know that she's saying something else to me. I can hear the consistent hum of her one sided conversation, but I couldn't recite a word of it if I had to. Damn, I hope there won't be a pop quiz later because I haven't heard shit. Watching those hips shake when she walks, all I can thinking about is throwing her down on top of that little cart of hers and shoving my dick up her ass. "Can I do anything else for you, Mr Timberlake?" I briefly ponder whether or not requesting a blow job would be out of the question.� From the look on her face, I know better. What do you know, I may actually have to work for this one. It's been so long, I'm not even sure I can remember what to do now. "Come on, Stace. Kill that Mr Timberlake shit. We go too far back for that. It's been six months since I've seen you. Sit down, relax, have a drink." Stacie shook her head in a show of the exasperation my mere presence causes. Only an idiot wouldn't feel the sexual tension between us. She can act as self righteous as she wants to, but she has no right to hold a grudge after all this time. Yeah, I came onto her while my girlfriend wasn't home, but if I remember correctly, she was getting into it for awhile there. One attack of morality and suddenly the bitch is passing judgment on me. "I can't believe you. You haven't changed at all in the past two years have you, Justin?" "I still want you if that's what you mean." Stacie chuckled softly, raising her small hand to hide the smile that formed on her beautiful lips. "Same old Justin. I've heard that shit before. You had a girlfriend then and you have a girlfriend now." Britney. Fuck. Infidelity is alot harder when Access Hollywood runs a twenty minute segment announcing to the world that you're off the market. Having a girlfriend is hell on your social life. This may make it a little harder, but hell, I'm a bright guy. I'll figure something out. My shoulders slumped down as I walked toward the bed and sat down. I leaned over and rubbed the palms of my hands over my crew cut length hair. Sighing deeply I nodded. "Yeah, you're right, Stacie. I got Britney. So do about ten other guys I can name." I watched out of the corner of my eye as she walked over to me slowly. She hesitated only briefly before sitting down beside me on the firm mattress. She slid a comforting arm around my shoulders and rubbed my bicep soothingly. "I'm sorry, Justin. I didn't realize. I thought things were going so well between the two of you. Everything I see in magazines make you out to be the perfect couple. I never knew that she was...." I stood quickly, pulling away from her embrace. I had to bite my lip hard to suppress a smile as I walked away. This is easier that I thought. This little girl must be losing her edge. The Stacie I remember would never have given in this quickly. "Doesn't the damn press know enough about me already? Every time I turn around, there's another fucking article being written about me based on someone else's opinions of who I am or what I should be like. Do I have to let the world know that I'm obviously not man enough to keep my woman at home? Aren't I entitled to hold onto even a shred of my dignity?" "I'm sorry, Justin. I never realized...." ...Fuck me, she bought it. Even I'll admit that was a little over the top... I crossed my arms over my chest and sighed deeply. "Maybe I'm getting what I deserve. What is it that they say? What goes around comes around? Maybe I'm finally getting mine." "Come on, don't say that Justin. If what you say is true, no one deserves that. You deserve to find a woman who will love you and be faithful." "Why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden? You hate me, remember?" "I never said I hated you." In what could only be described as an Emmy winning performance, I managed to muster a few tears that lingered in the corners of my eyes without falling, blurring my vision. Women love it when a man cries. Some of them look at it as if we're exposing our souls to them or something. Play on their sympathy and shit. I've never understood the big deal, but it's been working for years. If it isn't broke, don't try to fix it. "Are you going to be alright?" I sniffed softly and lifted my hand to wipe my watery eyes. Forcing a nod, I turned to look at her for the first time since the beginning of my dramatic monologue. I can already see the change taking place. She's more at ease now that she thinks she's staying by her choice and not by my command. The way she's looking at me is even different. Her eyes are softer.. oh yeah, she's completely off guard now. "Maybe you better go...." Stacie closed the space that remained between us and stopped, her body inches from mine. I can feel her warm breath against my skin as she stands there, undoubtedly fighting a losing battle with her own conscience. A ragged breath escaped as I parted my lips to speak again. Stacie silenced me with one extended finger, shaking her head. She layed her palms against my cheeks and gazed into my eyes, trying to decide what she wanted to do. This is what it is all about. The anticipation. Will she stay or will she go? Will she lay or will she blow? ...You won't believe how hard it is to keep a straight face right now... "Or maybe I should stay..."Stacie leaned forward and brushed her soft lips against my mouth. With all the composure I could gather, I pulled away from the kiss and looked down into her deep brown eyes. I rubbed the pads of my thumbs over her silky skin and kissed her softly on the tip of her nose. She's trembling already and I haven't even started anything. Is it from excitement or fear? She's seen me naked before... ....My money's on fear... "Are you sure? I don't want to do anything that you'll regret later. If you aren't positive this is what you want, tell me now, Stace." Without speaking, she gave me the only answer I was willing to accept. Stacie reached down and unbuttoned the starched white shirt the hotel provided for her hours on duty. Her eyes never leaving mine, she slid it off her shoulders slowly and dropped it on the floor behind her. I pocketed my hands at my sides to refrain from reaching out and speeding up the process. Obviously she wants to be in control, so I'll give her what she wants. Every back breaking inch of it. Stacie released the clasp on her pleated navy skirt and let it fall. Her hands trembled as she stepped out of her heels and rolled the flesh colored pantyhose down her legs. That's gonna cost her. I would have preferred the shoes remain on, but I suppose I should cut her a little slack for not knowing that. After all, she's new at this. Silently, she walked past me toward the bed and lay down on top of the thick green bedspread. I watched as she settled herself against the pillows, giving her time to prepare herself for the forthcoming sexual assault. Stacie folded her hands behind her head and smiled shyly. She rubbed her long tanned legs together seductively as she stretched her lithe body across the length of the mattress. "Are you coming or not?" I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it carelessly across my body as I approached her. I can see the fear behind her eyes as she moves further toward the head of the bed, still unsure whether or not she's doing the right thing. She averted her eyes as I crawled onto the end of the bed, making my way slowly toward her. As I crawled over her deliberately rubbing my rock hard erection up her leg, her body's shaking so bad I could almost bet we'd register a 6.0 on the Richter Scale right now. ...You can tremble all you want baby, you ain't backing out now... I pushed her knees apart and settled between her thighs, resting the weight of my body on her. She's got 165 pounds of sexual tension holding her down now. She's not going anywhere. I could take my time now and be all loving 'cause I know women like that kind of thing. I could carefully slip her panties down over her firm ass and make a big deal about kissing and caressing her, but I'm really beginning to lose my patience. If it hadn't taken so much effort to get her here then maybe I would be a little more gentle, but if I don't fuck her now I'm gonna lose my shit right here. I gripped the wet lace that seperated my cock from where I wanted to be and ripped it from her body. A soft scream escaped her lips as the fabric ran roughly over her skin. Hell yeah, she's screaming already. This is gonna be good. I slipped my fingers between her legs and rubbed her clit roughly. Immediately her juices poured out over my digits in expectation. ....Her mind may still be questioning� but her body knows what it wants.... I pulled my fingers from her drenched crotch and reached down inside my loose fitting jogging pants. I pulled my cock from it's torturous confinement and rammed it quickly into her waiting entrance. She cried out in surprise, or maybe it's pain, as she felt my erection force it's way inside her, stretching her unsuspecting opening beyond all repair. I know I'm ruining it for any other man, but hey, that's not really my problem is it? I rose onto my hands and shoved my length into her mercilessly. A kiss here, a suckle there across her body. I gotta let her know I remember she's there. Not that those breathless screams against my ear aren't a constant reminder. It almost makes me regret asking her here. Almost. If she'd just relax a little it would be a little better for both of us. Why the hell do women think tensing up is gonna help anything? All it's doing is making me push harder to break my way through. Fuck.... she's gonna hurt me if she keeps this up. I lay still for a moment and leaned down to kiss her softly. "Stacie... shhh.... relax baby.... It's ok. Relax..." I ran my hand along her cheek to reassure her. A few simple touches and I can feel her melt against the mattress, her grip on my joint loosening a little. That's a little better. I like a tight pussy but damn, I want to pull out everything I put in if you know what I mean. It's amazing what a few kind words can do. I kissed her gently and picked up where I left off. I positioned her knees over my shoulders and drove into her as hard as I could. Every thrust is pushing us closer further up. We're gonna run out of bed pretty soon. If I don't come soon I'm gonna knock her ass out against the wall. Her cock gripping orgasm drove me over the edge, wringing the remainder of my load out inside her. I growled animalistically as I shoved my rod into her one final time, slamming her head against the headboard with the primal force of my attack. My body shook violently as I rolled off of her and lay on my back staring up at the ceiling of my hotel room. The exact position I was in a little over an hour ago. Stacie climbed off the bed slowly and gathered her clothing in her arms. Silently she walked into the bathroom to dress, rubbing her head gently with the palm of her hand. Great. I'm probably gonna catch shit for that. She's gonna be mad when she comes out, giving me this long lecture about being too rough, only caring about myself. Shit, I've� heard it all before. Maybe I'd have been nicer if she'd kept her shoes on. |