Happy Birthday Baby - Jovis Woman

He’d caught sight of her again!

She’d been at several concerts of late, and tonight he wanted to meet the enchantress in front of him face to face.

He smiled down at her; tonight she was wearing a ‘Sambora’ tight t-shirt. She coyly lowered her lashes, then glanced up again and flashed him a killer smile, only for him, no one else. His dick said ‘hey there baby.’

Richie felt his heart hit he back of his throat, damn she was gorgeous, all that wavy brown hair, but when lights hit it he could see red in it, and those eyes soft and brown, like his own. She had curves, real curves a man could loose himself in.

She sang along with every song, a sultry look here, a delicious wiggle there, damn if she wasn’t getting him hot and horny!

As they broke before the encore he’d grabbed hold of Mike, the head of security and told him about the woman. Mike would walk out and Richie would nod when he’d got the right woman.

Five minutes after they’d gone back on Mike scored a direct hit, and stood watching her, not taking his eyes off this woman; he’d wait till the end then grab her.

Twenty minutes later, he’d achieved his goal and had the beauty by the hand and dragging her into the bowels of the stadium. He’d checked, no wedding ring, but still taking no chances he’d enquired if she was attached in any way, shape or form. Her answer nearly singed his ears, ‘If I was attached, there’s no way in hell I’d be here.’ Her ‘Claven’ coming to the forefront, it did when she was pissed!

He ushered her into Richie’s dressing room, and quickly closed the door, she locked it. She wandered about seeing as no one was there. She spotted ‘the’ black Stetson and tried it on, tilting it at a rakish angle, admiring herself in the mirror she didn’t here the door open and close.

‘Well darlin, it looks way better on you.’ Richie smirked as she jumped, but she never took it off or had the ‘damn I’m caught’ look on her face.

She sauntered across to him till they were level and she looked up, pushing the hat backwards, ‘Of course it looks good on me.’ And with that she launched herself up into his arms, he caught her weight and balanced himself as she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms about his shoulders. Her fingers buried into his hair, her tongue flicked over his lips, lapping at them like a cat, he didn’t resist and opened for her foraging tongue. He felt the electricity all the way to his dick! The Stetson went flying.

She wiggled even closer as their mouths continued to dance, Richie’s hands cupped her pert butt and held her as he ground into her, making her gasp and as she threw back her head he latched onto her neck sucking and biting making her wither even more. She found herself pressed up against a wall and a hard man, and damn how she loved it.

Clothes quickly hit the floor and bodies soon slick with sweat moved back and forth, touching and caressing; air being sucked into lungs on fire as they didn’t wish to stop kissing. Hard met soft, large hands with long fingers caressed and pummeled her, and then they finally slipped into her hot soaking mound. Flicking over her clit and slipping easily into her, first one, then two and still he added one more and started to pump her.

Richie was in awe how responsive she was to his ministrations. He hissed as her fingers found his throbbing dick and slowly began to drive him wild, her nails gently raking up one side and down the other. She played with his slit, taking his seed that escaped and spread it over him, making her hand move more freely on him.

Her head lolled back and her fingers grasped him painfully as from nowhere her orgasm raced over her ‘Richieeeeeeee…………..’ was all she could manage her walls clamping onto those long fingers, she sobbed, then moaned as his fingers left her.

Richie waited till she followed his fingers, and swallowed hard as he licked her juices off them, ‘Tasty darlin, very tasty, but we need something more.’ With that he pulled her leg up to his waist, aimed himself at her and slowly, so slowly pushed into her. Her nails bit into his shoulders and her whimpering grew, and with every whimper he felt himself grow even harder, damn he felt like he was thirty again!

‘More Richie, I need so much more, fuck me baby! Fuck me hard, and fuck me till I can’t see straight any more.’

‘Certainly my darlin.’ With that he lifted her and pulled most of the way out then slammed her down on him, burying himself so far into her she thought he’d split her in two. Christ it felt so good! She keened her need for him, loudly.

Still seated deep within her, he walked to the couch, laying them down on it he raised up on his arms, kissed her deeply and moved her leg so it was thrown up and over the back of the couch, the other on the floor giving her purchase to lift her hips to meet his thrusts.

She felt exposed the way he’d arranged her, but the lust in his eyes stemmed her disquiet, then he started to move, and all her nerve ends lit up and flared, he knew how to work her body! She hooked her arm about his neck and pulled him down so she could kiss him, tongues dueling, teeth biting; hands moving over sweat slicked muscles.

His thrusts became faster as she panted dirty words into his ear as she bit down on it, her hands clenched onto his buttocks, pulling him even deeper than he ever thought.

All too soon they crested together, their joint shouts of completion echoing around the room, and he collapsed on top of her, her arms going about him, holding him close never wanting to let him go.

He eventually rolled off her, and gathered her to him, snuggling her into his arms, his hands playing with her hair, ‘So, hi I’m Richie, and you are?’

‘I’m Hath, nice to meet you Richie.’ They laughed and he kissed her long and slow.

‘Well Hath darlin, I must say I didn’t think this would end up this way, I hoped, but didn’t expect it. I like that you stated your choice on your t-shirt, just in case I was in any doubt.’ He chuckled and buried his head in her neck, sucking lightly on it.

‘Well I thought I’d better seeing as the last few nights you’ve not really looked my way.’ She lifted her chin as he worked his way down to her breast, god she wanted him again so soon, and looked like he did too.

‘Oh darlin, I’ve watched you each and every night, wanting you to notice me, but when I looked, you were always looking at Jon.’ He pulled her nipple into his mouth, sucking and laving it. ‘But I’m glad you showed me you wanted me, otherwise I’d have been missing this.’ He moved between her legs and slid home once again.

‘Well if a girl doesn’t get what she wants on her birthday, when can she?’ Her hips starting the thrust upwards trying to get him to go faster, he slowed!

‘Well now Hath, looks like you’re getting your wish darlin.’ He kissed her and picked up the pace.

As they flew over into oblivion once more, he shouted out, ‘Happy birthday, Hath darlin.’
Hath just grinned and was damn glad she’d spent the money on those tickets.

A Wish Come True - Venus

Hath,

Here’s to the lady who inspired me to find my inner author and create. I hope you find as much pleasure this small gift, as I have in the many hours I have spent enjoying your work.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY HATH!! I hope today brings you all you desire.
MWAH!!

Venus



Jen couldn’t believe it. She was alone...... ON HER BIRTHDAY. She had been devastated that morning when her boss had told her that she needed to attend to critical issue in their New York office, and that she would be required there immediately. A few of her Jovi friends had organised a trip to Boston to be with her on her Birthday, they were there now along with her family...and she was in New York....ALONE. Well the crisis had been handled and she was fine to fly home but the fates had been against her and she had been unable to get a flight out.

At least they put me up in high style, she thought sitting in her hotel room at the Mandarin Oriental. Before her sat a solitary cupcake she had bought herself at the bakery on the way back to the hotel. In the cupcake sat a solitary candle, she lit the candle and feeling more than a little sorry for herself, made a wish and blew it out. She looked out over the New York skyline and wondered if it would ever be. Her wish had been the same for the last twenty or so years of her life, but sitting alone in her hotel room the knowledge that it would probably never come true depressed her.

Her cell phone on the nightstand rang startling her. She moved to pick it up. “Happy Birthday Hussy” her friends chorused when she held the receiver to her ear.

“Thanks guys” she said despondently.

“Awe come on gorgeous” came a familiar voice from the other end of the line, it was her friend Willow from the board. “You can’t be down on your Birthday. You need to get out there honey, go enjoy yourself, get down to the bar and have a drink for us.”

“You know what, I think I will. Never know who you might meet in the big city and it’ll beat sitting here alone” Jen replied. She chatted to the girls for a few minutes longer before saying her goodbyes and heading down to The Lobby Lounge. It was elegantly decorated in tones of ivory, brown and burnt orange. It was getting late, and being a weeknight there were very few people there. She took a seat on one of the single ivory lounges near the window, oblivious to the attentions of a tall dark individual settled into an alcove on the other side of the room.

He watched her walk in. All sass and confidence wrapped in a business suit, he did not normally go for brunettes but something about her just commanded attention. As she crossed the room he admired her voluptuous figure, her long wavy brunette hair bounced with each click of her stiletto’s. She strode with a purpose to one of the single lounges and sat crossing her legs, the motion revealing the top of her stocking and the hint of a garter. He was a sucker for stockings!

For several minutes he sat observing her, as she sat sipping a margarita. There was a certain sadness about her, a loneliness he knew he could remedy, but he was enjoying his anonymity and he wasn’t sure if he wanted jeopardise it, but there was a familiarity about her. She was so different to the women he would normally date, but given his recent track record maybe that was a good thing. He sat a few minutes longer and watched as the bar emptied out. It was close to midnight now and he was sure that she would be leaving shortly as well if he didn’t intervene.
He rose from his seat and made his way to her. “Do you mind if I sit here?”

“Actually, I’m just about to head out” Jen wasn’t in the mood to be fending off advances but there was a familiarity in the voice that urged her to look up “Oh my fucking God.... you’re Richie Sambora”

“Well it seems you have one up on me” he smiled then, causing his eyes to crinkle “but then again.... hang on... I do know you”

“Huh? How?” was all that Jen could manage as she stood on unsteady legs.

He leaned in close, so close that she could feel his breath on her skin. His lips brushed her ear as he whispered, “Hello Goddess!”

Jen felt herself turn fifteen shades of scarlet then.

“Bu..But how?”

“Are you girls really so gullible as to believe that we don’t read fan sites? Obie came across Topix a while ago now and told the rest of us about it. Then we found that Fan Fiction thread which led us to your blog. Since then I think we’ve all read at least some of your work. You’re a very gifted writer” He grinned checkily “Though I think Teek is a little upset that you haven’t done him yet”

Jen stood mouth agape, she was speechless, a very unusual occurrence for her.

“And since a lot of your work is about me and at least some of it is rather ...shall we say acurate”
he continued. “I decided to do a little research and managed to find a picture of you. That’s how I recognised you.”

“Oh God you didn’t?”

“Yeah I did and I’ve been toying with the idea of contacting you for some time now. I have to say I like the way you think” he said winking at her. “But I’d be more than happy to provide you with some realistic inspiration.”

“Are you offering what I think?”

He simply cocked one eyebrow.

“I don’t know what to say.” She said still at a loss for words.

He knew the risks in doing what he was doing, but he didn’t care. All he wanted at this point was to have his fingers wrapped in that gorgeous mane of hair and those long silk clad legs wrapped around his waist. “How about we take this conversation somewhere a little more private?” He asked.

“Uh huh” was all she could manage.

“Let’s get out of here” He threw five hundred dollar bills down on the table before motioning her to go before him.

“Where are you staying darlin’?” he asked.

“Here. Fifty-third floor.”

“Well how about that! Me too!” He placed his hand on her lower back, guiding her gently through the lobby and to the lifts that would propel them to their destiny.

The presence of his hand burned through her suit and set her skin ablaze. Richie Fucking Sambora! She was in a lift with Richie Fucking Sambora!

“Your room or mine?” He asked. When she just shrugged “Mine it is then”

In the small confines of the lift he could smell her perfume, all sweet and spicy. He moved so that he stood behind her and gently pulled her hair to one side to gain access to her neck. His lips brushed the junction of her neck and shoulder as he inhaled deeply of her scent. His hand snaked around her waist and he pulled her back to him so that she was in no doubt as to his intent, his erection straining at his pants and poking her insistently in the rear.

Her breath hitched at his touch. Her insides were aflutter as the lift came to a halt on their floor and he led her out and down the hall to his room, no his suite. He swiped the electronic key and swung the door wide dragging her in after him. He swung around rapidly, her momentum causing her to collide with him. He steadied her with strong hands and leant in to kiss her. She closed her eyes in sweet anticipation of his mouth on hers but it never came. Instead he placed a chaste kiss on her forehead.

“Can I get you a drink?” He needed to slow things down a notch. The fever pitch at which the scenario was accelerating alarmed him. He moved towards the bar as she answered him, putting some distance between them.

“Just a Coke thanks.” She answered a little confused. She had thought his intent was clear. Maybe she was mistaken. She made her way to the large picture window that overlooked Central Park and admired the New York nightscape, ablaze with light.

“Can I take your coat?” He asked, coming up behind her once more, like a magnet she drew him in.

“Thanks.” She replied simply, grinning at what he would find.

As she undid the buttons he slid his hands into the neckline of her jacket and slid it off to find something most unexpected. A bare back, the shirt she wore was a white collared halter neck. Very business like in appearance from the front as long as the suit jacket stayed in tact. The muscles of her back rippled as she shrugged of the jacket, and the sight of them spelled the end of his control. Recklessly he threw her coat on an adjacent chair, he took her hands from behind, their fingers entwining, and bought them up to rest, still joined with his at head height. She flicked her head causing her hair to cascade over one shoulder giving him access to her neck, and when he pressed his body to hers and his hot mouth found that spot just below her ear she so loved, she thought she would die of pleasure.

Never had he been so aroused, painfully aroused, so quickly. He ground his pelvis in an attempt to find some relief but it only proved to make it that much worse. He nibbled on her earlobe and made his way down to her clavicle dipping his tongue into the dip there. He released one of her hands and bought his up to rest in an untethered breast, his thumb bothering the small peak that had formed there through the fabric of her blouse, bringing forth a moan. She turned her head, wanting his lips on hers, wanting to taste him and he enthusiastically complied, kissing her deeply, penetrating every last inch of her mouth with a skilful tongue.

Her hand reached behind him to find his cock rock hard and straining, and it was his undoing. He released her other hand and in one fluid movement he tore open her shirt. Buttons scattered, tiny projectiles that found themselves in every corner of the room but that was not enough.... he needed her exposed. He slid the zipper down on her skirt and pushed it over her hips letting it fall to the floor, finding her bare but for the stockings and garter belt. A guttural groan erupted from him then.

“We are the little hussy aren’t we?” He asked rhetorically.

“Mmmhmm” was all she could manage.

In an effort to regain a modicum of control he asked “Why did you look so sad in the bar?” as he turned her towards him, to admire her.

“Hmm...Oh...” The question he asked finally making its way through the passion induced haze in her brain. “It’s my birthday, my friends are at home to see me and I had a last minute call to come here”

“Well did that turn out so bad?” He asked, just millimetres from her mouth.

“Uh uh, now will you come the fuck on already” Her frustration shedding her of her inhibitions, as she undid the last buttons on his shirt and pushed it from his shoulders then made her way to his belt.

It was all the invitation he required. His hands found hers on his belt and moved them aside making shorter work of it himself. Within seconds his pants and boxers hit the floor and her skilful hands were on his erection.

“Whoa darlin’ if you want this to last any length of time you’ll let that go” he said pulling her hands from him and drawing her in for a kiss.

He turned her then back towards the window but an arms length away; she would need it to brace herself. He placed her hands on the glass and gently nudged her feet apart with his foot, wide, wider, until she was exposed for him, standing in a search position.

And search he did. She lost contact with him for a moment until she felt his warm breath between her thighs and his firm hands cupping her ass. He was sitting on the floor below her his back on the glass, his head between her legs. She was wet with her need for him, dripping. The first swipe of his tongue barely touched her, merely priming her for what was to come. The second grazing her clit bought forth a groan, but when he used his thumbs to spread her wide from behind and dipped his tongue inside she came undone.

“Ugh ugh oh oh ugh Richie... ugh fuck Richie......yes.....” Her head was thrashing now, her legs trembling but he did not stop. His mouth moving back to her clit sucking it in causing a second explosion within her until her hands came down and pushed him away unable to take any more of the sweet, sweet torture. He extended his tongue, tasting her one final time before regretfully moving away. Richie stood then, with her still facing the glass he moved behind and her pulling her waist to him he entered one fluid movement.

She felt him fill her completely, he allowed her mere moments to accept his size before he began thrusting in and out, slowly all the way, out and back in, seating himself with in her. One hand moved to her breast, pinching and teasing a nipple he knew soon he would need to taste, the other found her clit and played it as he did his guitar... masterfully bringing her to orgasm in just seconds, her convulsions around him almost to much for to bear. He removed himself from her creating a void, but it did not last long. He swung her to face him and lifting her high he impaled her on his cock. Her legs wrapped around him and she held fast as he pounded into her, seeking the release she herself had already found, several times over. He held her against the glass, pounding harder faster, and when she clenched her velvety pussy around him he finally found the relief he sought, exploding, spilling his seed deep within her.

With trembling knees he sunk to the floor, still joined with her. He laid her down gently on the ivory rug, and positioned himself on top. “Happy Birthday Darlin’” he said softly “But I’m thinking my present was as good as yours”

“Oooh baby you ain’t seen nothing yet. I thought you said you’d read my stories. By the time I’m finished with you you’ll think all your Christmas’ have come at once.” she pulled him down to kiss him deeply, a promise of what was to come...

Epilogue
Eight weeks later Jen was alone again, this time in the bathroom of her own home. She sat and waited anxiously for the test, waited for the little blue line that would confirm what she already suspected. Painstakingly slowly the line began to form. Finally her Birthday Wish had come true, she would have the child she had always hoped for. She thanked the fates that had not been against her after all, but had sent her Richie, her idol no less, on that wonderful, amazing miraculous night when he had given her the best Birthday present of her entire life... the one no one else could.

Celebrating the Goddess of Erotica - The Fiction Mistress

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Close Your Eyes! by JovisWillow

“Close you eyes” is all he said, whispering in your ear as he walked up behind you.

“Where are we going tonight… what are we doing” you said, powering through the overwhelming urge to turn and kiss him stupid. You knew he had something up those sleeves of his, but he’d been so secretive all day.

“Oh no, you are just gonna have to go with it” he instructed. “Go take a shower and when you are done I will be waiting” he continued with an almost evil grin.

You pout, just a little, for dramatic effect. “You’re not coming with me” you motioned to him as you walked toward the bathroom.

“I’ll be there soon” is all you said, motioning for you to get a move on.

As the water ran and you washed you hair, Richie painstakingly laid out all the items he had purchased; bra and panties, slinky black dress, diamonds to die for and a gorgeous pair of Manolo Blahnik shoes.

You turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, the steam escaping to fog up the room. True to his word, Richie was there waiting, a large, fluffy towel held out for you and something draped over his shoulders but what you could not tell. That would become apparent rather quickly.

“Make-up and hair please” Richie instructed you toward the dressing area. It took about 20 minutes to get yourself all glammed up, your brown wavy hair pulled back loosely and set with matching chopsticks and your make-up flawless but subtle with just a little glitter as befitting your Goddess stature.

“You are gorgeous”! he exclaimed. Then it happened. He pulled the silk blindfold from around his neck and, coming close to nuzzle you from behind, placed the blindfold on you eyes.

“The silk will keep from smearing your make-up” he said quietly. “Now, come with me. Do you trust me”?

“Implicitly” you answered without hesitation.

“Good. Come with me”. He led you from the dressing area into the bedroom where he systematically began to dress you. Undergarments first, instructing you when to lift your foot or when to turn around. Then the dress, shoes and jewelry. The diamonds felt cold upon your skin and you reached up to touch them.

“Please, can you take this blindfold off. I want to see what you did to me”

“Patience, my love”.

He leads you to the chaise in your room and sits you there, taking each foot and placing the peep toes stiletto on your foot. You smile as you feel your way into the shoes.

“I’m going to get dressed. DO NOT touch that blindfold” he said with a teasing warning.
Richie dressed quickly in all black pants and jacket with a gorgeous purple silk shirt. Just as he was finishing the getting ready process, he picked up the remote, checking for batteries, and placed it in the inside pocket of his jacket.

He leads you through the house and to the car, all the while still blindfolded, until you arrive at the restautant and he removes the blindfold. You look down and around and reach for Richie, hugging him tight and thanking him for making your birthday so special.

“You ain’t seen nothing yet, baby” he cood in your ear.

Entering the restaurant, you’re led to a big round table in the middle of the place. All the other guys and their respective girls are there waiting for you and they all raise a glass and offer a toast as you get nearer. You are so distracted that you don’t even see Richie reach into his pocket to push a button.

All of a sudden you feel something. A tingle in your left nipple. How odd, you think, but chalk it up to nerves. You hug all your friends, thanking them for coming as you take a seat next to Jon.
As you sit, you feel it again, but this time it’s on the right. You’re taken aback by it but again chalk it up to nerves.

The waitress comes and takes your drink order. Just as you begin to say “Long Island Iced Tea” it happens again.

The feeling makes your voice crack.

You clear your voice and continue with your conversation.

You begin to peruse the menu, chatting with Jon, David and the others about what they are planning to order when it happens again.

Except this time it’s in your panties, the shock a little stronger, making you clit stand at attention. You’re eyes bulge and everyone notices.

“Jen, you ok?” Jon inquires.

Clearing your throat again, you manage to squeek out a…

just fine.

Jon looks at you again and then glances at Richie, who gives him a wink and pats his breast pocket. You notice this little exchange but still are not exactly sure what is going on.

The waiter comes to take your order. Just as you begin to speak, it happens again. This time it’s stronger and longer and you try desperately to hide your reaction.

Unsuccessfully.

You somehow manage to finish your order and decide it’s time to excuse yourself to the ladies room. While there you try to figure out what Richie has done that has made these reactions happen. Nothing appears out of the ordinary. You look in the mirror and notice the slight flush that has taken up residence in your cheeks. You also notice the outfit for the first time.
The man has excellent taste.

Just then the door opens and Richie appears. He has the biggest shit eating grin on his face.
“Figure it out yet?” he inquires as he locks the door behind him, thanking the bathroom gods for designing this one with individual rooms. He walks up to you, clasping you face within his hands and backs you up to the wall. His warm lips and soft tongue make your knees buckle.

He turns you to look in the mirror. You see him reach into his pocket.

“You look fabulous tonight Jennifer. You are the most gorgeous creature I know and I am so blessed to be your husband. Tonight is all about you. Eat, drink and have a great time but remember, I am always with you and I will never, ever let my desire for you be far from the front of your mind”.

With that he flicked a button, igniting a wave of pleasure across your now hard nipples and through you clit. You jump and wiggle. You look at Richie through the mirror.

“Remote controlled…. Can you handle it”?

You turn to try to get the controller from him, but he’s too tall and too strong to allow it to happen. He tucks it back into his pocket, places a quick kiss on your cheek and unlocks the door.

“Coming?” is all he said.

Yes, yes… I believe there will be LOTS of that tonight. You grin, grab his hand, and head back to the table to see what will happen next.

Birthday Greetings

HATH!!! HOPE YOU HAVE A REALLY GREAT DAY AND ENJOY YOUR STORIES!!!!!



MWAH!!



Lucia

Happy Birthday Baby - Steph

I have your special evening all planned and you don’t even know it. You said no fuss, but it’s your birthday. I have to do something, don’t I? Do you want me to let you in on my plan or should I make you wait? I see that coy smile; you want to know, don’t you? It is your birthday after all; why don’t you let me show you what I have in store for you.

Sit down, relax, you’ve had a rough day. Here, I poured you some champagne. Why champagne you ask. Because it’s your birthday, only the best for you baby. Don’t be shy, go ahead and take a sip. It’s good isn’t it? Put your feet up here in my lap, you’ve worked hard today, let me pamper you a bit.

As you sip your champagne and regale me with stories of your day I slowly slip the black stiletto pumps from your feet, caressing and massaging the tension away. With long strokes and a firmer touch through the arch I can see you relaxing. I work my way up to your ankle and calf, rubbing and stroking, my calloused fingertips moving lightly over your skin. A soft moan escapes your pretty lips. “You like that don’t you baby, feels good doesn’t it?” You nod in answer and take the last sip of champagne from your glass.

Setting your feet back on the floor I leave your side for the briefest moment, returning to fill your glass once again. Taking your free hand I urge you to stand and follow me. Down the hall we enter the bathroom. The tub is filling and the scent of lilacs fills the air. Taking your glass from your hand, I start to unbutton your suit jacket. A question crosses your face, “you have to be naked to get in the tub baby.” I see the wicked gleam spark in your beautiful eyes; I know exactly what you’re thinking. “Not yet baby” I whisper, “not yet.”

Piece by piece, each item of clothing lands in a pile on the floor and you are now gloriously naked. Moving behind you I gather up your dark silky tresses and clip them like you always do when you soak in the tub. With a soft kiss to your nape, I turn you, “get in baby.” As you settle yourself I leave and come back with a bowl. You lean up and try to see what’s in the bowl; I like what I’m seeing much better. The bubbles slipped down, exposing a creamy rose-tipped breast. Kneeling buy the edge of the tub I set the bowl down and trace a circle around that rosy tip, sucking it in and letting it go with an audible ‘pop’. Your gasp was music to my ears as you close your eyes and sit back, waiting for whatever might be next.

I pick an item out of the bowl, “open your mouth baby.” At the press of something cool at your pretty lips you open them as asked. Taking a bite the chocolate and strawberry explode in your mouth and a drop of the sweet juice escapes to trickle down your chin. With the tip of my tongue I chase the drop, lingering near your mouth, teasing the corner with my tongue. You part your lips the slightest bit and as much as I want to ravage your pretty mouth, I stop myself. This night is for you, not me.

One by one I feed you the strawberries, your groans of pleasure making it harder and harder for me to keep my resolve. I pick up the last berry and pull the stem off, placing it in my mouth. Leaning over I offer you the other half and you rise up to take it in your mouth. Together we finish the last berry. You reach over to catch a drop of just from my chin. I take your finger and suck the juice off. You’re eyes heat and your mouth drops open slightly. Leaning in I press a chase kiss to your pretty red lips and pull the plug in the tub.

Helping you step from the tub I wrap you in warm fluffy towel and dry you off. Taking your hand I lead you down to our room. You gasp when you see, there are candles lit everywhere. The bed is turned down, there are rose petals strewn on every flat surface. You turn to look at me, “all for you my love. Go lie on the bed.”

Dropping your towel you saunter across the room, turning to ask “on my back?” I shake my head, “on your front baby.” You do as I ask and wait. With your head on your hands you turn, trying to see what I’m doing. You hear the thud of clothes hitting the floor and you smile. You know I’m now as naked as you. Grabbing the bottle from the dresser I cross to the bed and straddle your thighs. “Ready baby?” You nod your head, “sure. What are you going to do?” I smile, “just relax baby, you’ll enjoy it. I promise.”

I uncap the lotion and warm a dollop in my hands before rubbing it into your back, massaging your shoulders and neck. I place little kisses down your back as I go, causing you to shiver and squirm on the bed. Easing lower, I move back and massage your lovely ass, slipping my fingers lower, between your thighs, circling lightly. You moan quietly as I move on, massaging the backs of your thighs and your calves. Moving to one side I pull the clip from your hair and urge you to roll over.

Your lovely face is flushed from the light massage and your nipples are standing proud, ready and waiting for my attention; you’re eyes are half closed and your lips are slightly parted. I smile at the lovely picture you portray. “Are you doing okay baby?” All you can do is nod your head. Warming another dollop of lotion I straddle your thighs again and start at your shoulders, working down your arms and back. I stroke your chest lightly, working my way to your breasts. I start with light circles, getting smaller and smaller until your nipples are between my fingers. With a gentle tug they seem to harden even more.

As I move lower I trace a path with my mouth and tongue down the valley of your breasts and across your stomach. I stop to circle your belly button before resuming my massage. You’re panting lightly now and I can smell your need for me. It’s an intoxicating scent, one that I never tire of. My fingers dance light over the tops of your thighs, slipping in between, stroking the sensitive flesh there. Your hips jerk at my light touch and my name is a plea off your lips.

Pressing your legs apart I trace a light path up your inner thigh my tongue. You start to tremble even before I taste you. As my mouth closes over you and I give your clit a gentle tug your hips buck against me. When I dip my tongue inside you cry out as your orgasm consumes you.

Rising over you I wait, “open your eyes baby.” As your pretty eyes try to focus on mine, I slide home. “Happy Birthday Baby.”

Cold Baby? - Tre

I see you looking at me, a woebegone expression in your eyes that fairly screams get me away from here. Poor thing, look at you all wrapped up. It’s too chilly for you isn’t it Darlin? You my beach bunny are not happy here in the cold, cold north, which is sort of funny considering where you hale from right? But as luck would have it, they called this press conference where the idea of fun in the sun is a misnomer at best.

It’s ok though, I have my plans. I’ll heat you up and make you forget all the ice and snow that you have to deal with. We just have to get through his one press conference. It won’t be long now, the wink I send you promises that.

I watch those hands of yours jam deep into your pockets as you pull that coat around you tighter, hands fisting at your middle as if that will keep you warm. Haven’t you figured it out yet honey? You won’t be warm until you’re with me, and that time is fast approaching. I watch for a few more minutes but when the photographers start snapping away I know its time to go check on the surprise I have for my poor frozen beach bunny.

I blow you a kiss before turning to stroll away. I have no doubts, your curiosity is blazing, I saw that in your eyes as I turned. You’ll see all too soon what I have planned, and you’ll love it; you always do love my surprises. The hotel staff thought I was crazy, I could see them thinking how Rock star my requests were, but they did everything I asked. Hell even the road crew helped. They know you and how growly you get if you are denied your sun for too long. Hell they had helped from the day we knew we were flying to this frozen part of the world. Yes love, that’s how long this one plan has been in process, each little piece and part carefully loaded onto the plane without your knowledge.

I open the door to our hotel suite and I can’t help but grin. The foyer to the room has been covered by a curtain, can’t have you seeing what I have before you ahead of time. It’s all ready for you, the furniture shoved carefully around the room, nestled against the walls like solitary sentinels, the Kleig Lights and Sunlamps placed just so to give maximum sun effect. The sand is all over the floor, well all over the tarp we had carefully spread on the floor of course. A couple of brightly patterned lounge chairs sit side by side with a small pool of water in front of them. It’s the one thing I couldn’t actually get here.. the beach, so this pool will just have to do. Of course there’s a small beach table between the chairs and on this table is your favorite tropical drink.

Yes the scene is nearly set. Just a couple more things and I’ll be ready for you. I slip into the bedroom and quickly strip, dressing in the purple lacy bathing suit of mine that always sets your motor to racing. Snagging a pair of sunglasses I settle those on my head. After checking my make up and making sure I’m totally beachified I pull your swim trunks from my luggage. Yes I thought of everything Darlin.

I slip back into the living room just as the door opens, your gruff “what the fuck? Hathor?” reaching through the curtain. I snort. You might love surprises but only after you’ve figured them out. Stepping to the curtain I push a hand through, and pitch my voice all soft and silky. “Lock the door, strip and put this on Lover. Oh keep the hat on too.”

I hear your grumbles about stripping when its so damn cold so I stick my head through the crack in the curtain. I look up and see exasperation in your gaze and I give you a wink. “I promise it will be worth it Lover, Please?”

You see that glint in my eyes and it calls up the devil in you as you swiftly strip from the heavy coat, scarf, tee-shirt and of course those way too tight jeans that show nothing yet reveal all. God even fully clothed you make my blood heat. As you slip into your trunks I hand you a set of your ever present shades then pull away from the curtain, my hand reaching out the flip the cassette player on. As the sounds of waves and gulls start echoing through the room you step through that curtain.

I watch your face as the surprise and pleasure drift onto your handsome features and grin as your eyes find me. “I thought my beach bunny needed a little fun in the sun.”

I didn’t have time to catch a breath as your big self loomed in front of me and pulled me to a lounge chair, your eyes darkening to that black that always signaled the flaring of your need.

“You never fail to amaze me Hath, Darlin,” your breath buzzes over my chin as you press me into the lounge chair, just before you groan from the intense pleasure of the light and heat.

And I know, god yes I know that it’s only starting.
Many happy returns on your birthday Hathor :)

How To Have Your Birthday Cake And Eat It Too - T

Why was he doing this again?

Because of a favor owed to a friend, who owed a friend and so on. How in the hell had one disc jockey managed to pull this off?

These were just a few of the quesions that he kept asking himself while he sat there in the dark, cramped space. The other question was...Where in the hell was the birthday girl?

This whole thing started three days ago. Although, he was sure the little disc jockey had been working on it for a lot longer than that. She really had some connections. Jon had called him three days ago asking for this favor. His friend was intrigued by a woman and wanted to get on her good side. That hadn't happened since Jon's divorce was final. In fact, he'd sworn off women. That was the main reason Richie had agreed to do this. Jon said a guy from the label had called asking what the possibility of getting this done had been. Jon had been surprised at the audacity of the request and had done a little research on the woman who was behind it all. That had led to a few discoveries. The little disc jockey wrote fan fiction, and so did the birthday girl. The fact that the little disc jockey was also a fan had intrigued Jon even more, considering she'd asked for this favor for a friend and not for herself. The little disc jockey was plainly a Jonny girl, but the birthday girl liked to walk on the dark side. He smiled in the dark; if this woman was anything like her characters, this was going to be a very interesting night. Another reason he'd agreed to do this. Damn, his knees were really starting to hurt. He shifted in the dark, almost dropping the box in his hands. The box was his own gift to the birthday girl.

Apparently, he was the gift from her friend.

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Jennifer had had a totally rotten day. No one at the office had remembered her birthday. At first, she'd thought it was just because they were planning to surprise her with something, but when 5 o'clock rolled around and still nothing she had to face facts. At least her girlfriends hadn't forgotten, but their celebration was going to wait until the weekend. Ribs and 'Ritas. Should be fun.

In the meantime, she was spending her birthday alone. It sucked.

Flipping on the lights in the house as she walked in the door, she kicked off her shoes. She was thinking a hot bubble bath and a glass of good red wine were in order. With her red Jimmy Choos hanging from her fingers, she rounded the corner into the living room, and slid to a stop. What the hell?

There in the middle of her living room was the biggest birthday cake she'd ever seen, with a sign that read "Happy Birthday, Goddess! Love ya, girlfriend! ~T" in dark purple letters. Jennifer laughed. All the Jovi girls knew that purple was T's favorite color, after all they all loved when she made a 'purple post' on one of her stories.

How in the hell had T pulled this off? Oh well, that didn't matter right now. What mattered was that her friend had remembered her birthday. Jen walked over to the cake. Was it real, or just cardboard? She touched the cake and then screamed bloody murder when someone jumped up from inside the cake like a life size jack-in-the-box. Reflexes took over and she swung her arm up, smacking him with her shoes, and jumping back to crouch in her defensive stance she'd learned in kick boxing, all in one fluid move.

"OW," the male voice yelled, the noise echoing through the house.

Then she saw whose ass she was preparing to kick and her chin hit the floor.

"Oh my fucking God," she gasped. "You're Richie fucking Sambora!"

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In the silence, Richie heard the scrape of a key in the lock and then the door opening. Finally! He wanted to hurry up and get this favor over with. He had places to be. From a distance, he heard the clicking of high heels on the hard wood floor as the woman entered the house. Then the clicking stopped. Damn, she must have taken the shoes off. How in the hell was he supposed to know when she was in the room with him?

Then he heard her laugh, it was husky and sensual. Wow. Slowly he counted to ten and jumped up.

Then almost fell back into the cardboard cake, when he was smacked up side the head with a pair of red come-fuck-me shoes. He grabbed his cheek, preparing to defend himself if the ass kicking went any further. "OW," he yelled.

Then his eyes roamed over the little spitfire preparing for battle. She stood crouched in some sort of martial arts stance, with her tiny fists held in front of her face. Her dark brown hair was in a pony tail that had loosened up from her exertions, but if down would probably fall to the middle of her back in thick, silken waves. The woman's curves were tense right now, ready for battle, but he couldn't help but wonder how they'd feel under his hands. Suddenly all those places he wanted to be, didn't seem quite so important.

"Oh my fucking God," she gasped. "You're Richie fucking Sambora!"

He laughed at her. "Darlin', the middle name's Stephen, but I'm thinking I like 'Fucking' way better."

Jen glared at him. "You are sooooooo not funny."

"Really? You don't think so? Everyone else does. Even Jon."

That's when Jen realized this was really happening. Richie Sambora was really standing inside a giant birthday cake in her living room. Or was she dreaming? Calmly she walked over and pinched Richie.

"OW! What the fuck was that for?" he demanded.

"I wanted to make sure I wasn't dreaming," she answered, grinning.

"Then you should've asked me to pinch you. That's the way it's supposed to be done," Richie told her, rubbing his arm.

"But why would I want you to bruise me. That makes no sense, Rich," she told him, shaking her head.

"Here, hold this," he told her, handing her the box.

She looked at the box like it was a snake. "What's in it?"

"Nothing that deserves to be looked at like that," he answered.

She took the box from his hand, then watched as he climbed out of the cake. "How'd she do it?"

"Your friend?" Richie asked. At her nod, he answered her, "She used her radio connections and called in a few favors. Up a chain that led to a record rep at our label. The guy called Jon, and bam here I am."

Jen watched him reach back into the cake and pull out a beautiful wooden double neck guitar. "Oh my God," she breathed, "she didn't."

"Yep, she did," Richie answered. "Do ya mind?" he asked motioning toward the chair by the fireplace.

"No, no, have a seat," she answered barely noticing the breathless quality to her voice, and missing the stutter all together.

His fingers strummed across the strings, making a few random notes drift through the air. Then, he cocked his head to one side like he heard something that no one else could. That's when he began to play.

Jennifer just stood there clutching the box in her hands, grinning like an idiot, while Richie Fucking Sambora sang 'Happy Birthday' to her.

When the last notes faded away, Jennifer pulled herself together. Barely. "Would you like to stay for dinner?" she asked him. "I was just about to call for pizza."

She watched with bated breath as he sat the guitar down next to the chair and unfolded his long frame from the chair. He crossed the room in three long strides to stand in front of her. He lightly stroked her cheek with one long fingered hand. "As tempting as that sounds," he began.

She was sure he was going to turn her down. Oh well, she told herself, what the hell. At least, this was a birthday she'd never forget.

"You're far more tempting," he finished.

Jennifer sucked in a deep breath in surprise, just before his lips descended to brush across hers lightly. She was lost in the wonder of the moment and opened her lips in a surprised "O". Richie took advantage and slid his tongue inside to taste her. She was fire and ice cream, lightening and chocolate, dynamite and... his downfall.

He did manage to pull himself back, and behave like a gentleman, while she ordered pizza. Even managed to remember the manners his mother taught him during dinner. They laughed and joked. They discussed everything from her favorite music to his daughter. From her work to his alcohol problem.

Finally, Jennifer yawned and looked at her watch. "Christ on a crutch, it's after 2:00 am."

"Really? It's true what they say about time flying, fun, and all that shit."

She stood up and reached to take his coffee cup and saucer, intending to take it to the kitchen.

"Here let me help with that," he offered.

"You don't have to," she replied softly.

"I want to."

It was in the kitchen, against her counter, that he kissed her again. Her arms wound around his neck, her fingers tangling in the hair that curled at his nape. He was so damn tall.

His lips left hers and trailed across her cheek. She shivered as his warm breath coasted along her skin. He nipped lightly at her ear, then his tongue swirled inside the delicate shell. "Tell me you want me," he whispered, making her tingle.

"All my life," she answered with a groan. "Tell me I'm not dreaming," she whispered back.

He bit her earlobe, then sucked on it gently to ease the pain. "Did that feel like you were dreaming?"

"Yeah," she breathed.

He pushed her back against the counter with his hips, letting her feel his arousal. "And this?"

"Hell yeah," she answered.

Richie chuckled, his hands moving from around her waist, his fingers dragging slowly across her sides. Up. Up. Until his large hands were each cupping a breast, his thumbs lightly stroking her nipples into attention, even through the silk of her blouse and satin of her bra. His eyes never left hers as he slowly unbuttoned her blouse. When his lips touched her collarbone in a soft kiss, she made quick work of the two buttons that he'd actually fastened on his own shirt. He was placing a series of burning kisses across the tops of her breasts, when she pushed his shirt off his shoulders. When he was unhooking the front clasp of her bra, she'd already found the button and zipper of his jeans.

She was pushing his jeans down over his hips, when his hands drifted up under her skirt. "Oh damn," he growled. "Thigh highs? You're gonna kill me. I just know it."

She grinned against his lips. "Wait. It gets better."

"Oh my God," he groaned, when he discovered not only that she wasn't wearing any panties, but that she was wet and ready for him.

"That would be 'Goddess'," she corrected him.

He laughed softly, a deep rumbling in his chest, as he picked her up and sat her down on the counter. He dug into his wallet and pulled out a foil packet before dropping his jeans back on the floor. Once he was sheathed, she hooked a leg around his waist and pulled him toward her.

"I always promised myself that I wouldn't go to bed with you on first meeting," she murmurred, right before she gasped when he filled her.

"Darlin' in case you haven't noticed, we're not in a bed," he growled against her neck, pulling out slowly just to thrust back inside.

His big hands were braced on the counter on either side of her hips as he moved against her, but now they slid across the counter and under her to cup her ass tightly. She clutched at his shoulders and screamed out his name as she came.

"Damn," he moaned, with just a tinge of surprise in his voice as his release followed hers.

They leaned on each other for several seconds while they caught their breath. His chuckle somehow managed not to break the mood, but his words almost did. "Ok, let's call this date officially over."

She pulled back from him and frowned. "Excuse me?"

"Because I need the second date to begin now. I need a bed."

She laughed, as he picked her up with his hands still gripping her ass. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist, and then directed him to her bedroom.

He laid her down on the bed, and then jerked back to a standing position. "Oh shit."

"What's wrong, baby?" Jennifer asked.

"I forgot the box, your present." He turned and left the room with her laughter following him back down the hall.

"Just leave it 'til morning," she called out.

"Can't," he called back, "the occasion will be over by then."

He came back through the door with the box in his hands. "Besides, I've got some ideas for this."

"What is it?" she asked.

"Birthday cake."

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The next morning with her bed full of sleeping, gorgeous male. Jennifer slipped out of the bedroom to check her email and get ready for another day at the office. There was an email from Terri in her inbox.

To: TheGoddessHathor@gmail.com
From: totalconfushun@gmail.com
Subject: Your present

Hey, girlfriend! I just wanna know....did you figure out how to have your birthday cake and eat it too?
Call me with the deets!
~T

Laughing, she picked up her cell and dialed Terri's number, not even caring that it was only 4am in Arkansas. When Terri answered the phone, her voice was husky from sleep and her tone was hard. "This better be good."

"It is," Jennifer laughed.

"Was it a good birthday then?"

"The best. What did you mean about the birthday cake?"

"Well, I'm hoping you got to have your cake on Richie Sambora, and I'm hoping you got to eat it too."

"Yeah, that's how it happened."

"So you did sleep with him then?" Terri asked, then went on like Jennifer had already answered her. "Good, because I'd hate to think that my plan to pimp him out failed."

"You mean you planned this all from the start?" Jen asked, grinning.

"Naaaa," Terri replied. "I just asked him to sing 'Happy Birthday' to you. The rest was just a bonus."