Title: Breakfast

Author / Pseudonym: Wisse Ohm

Rating: NC-17, for imagination

Pairing: J/B

Category: PWP

Disclaimer: Always the same

Notes: Beta'ed by Kata. And since she's such a good beta she asked for a little intro to the scene. I hear and obey..

Summary: A Saturday morning at the loft...

= quotes
' = thoughts

Breakfast
by Wisse Ohm

Nothing better than a lazy Saturday morning to enjoy at home. With no obligations waiting, no errands to run - the treat of a long, lasting cholesterine loaded breakfast waiting. Sitting at the table, bathing in the rays of light from the dawning sun, promising an even brighter day to come.

"Chief, you finished with your part of the paper? Chief?" Jerking his head up Jim noticed the suddenly shallow breathing and the lack of attention of his Guide. His senses discerned a rising body temperature, a sheen of sweat on the visible parts of Blair's skin. Stealthly passing Blair into the living room area he focused Sentinel's eyesight on the paper his Guide was clenching between his fists.

*Pure and without foreplay
Fast and furious - Phone...*

Pictures of Blair and him, ripping off their clothes, buffing like bunnies on the floor, no need for preparation because well used equipment sometimes does not need it, scratching, biting, marking
each other, copulating like animals, letting their animal spirits run free. Grunting, shouting, rutting in all possible ways, disturbing the neigbors... 'Uh, uh, uh, Chief - what do you do to me by reading such ads?'

*Cascade's best address
for unrestraint pleasure!
George, Sam, Lukas.... Call...*

'Oh yeah, Cascade's best address, just look for 852 Prospect Drive and call for Blair. There you get definitively the best.' Thoughts of a sweaty Blair clinging to his skin, peppering kisses on every inch of his body, silky curls torturing his sense of feel, softly spoken words of love, monosyllable cires of pleasure, burning heat in his crotch...

*Do me from behind!
Cell phone...*

'Yesss Sir, right away!'

Images of Blair pounding in his body, energizing his body through input of a human generator, clenching his inner muscles around Blair's cock, mind burning teasing hands on his dick forcing him to climax, and almost Formula-1-worthy speeding thrusts hitting his prostate...

*Take 'HIM' in your hands - Dial...*

Touching his very best piece of fillet, caressing, patting, fondling very micron of skin, hearing the blood rushing through the veins, seeing each minute quiver sending thrills through his whole body,
experiencing the hardening, overheated shaft in his hands, testing the silky consistence of precum with his fingertips...

*www.venus-stars.de
Models - Escorts - Club - Gays*

'Mmmmhhh, something worthy of a little role play...'

*Ask for Rowan, call...*

'No time for that right now...'

*VIP Bags
Exclusively filled for HIM or HER
Pure erotic Only $ 19.95*

'Some real hot outfit for Blair. Guess the first trip tomorrow morning is in direction of the adult store. Leather, silk, feathers, thongs? I'm dying here....'

Stealing away to their upstairs bedroom, fetching for his cell phone, dialing Blair's number...

"Sandburg? Just wanna tell you that I want to hold 'HIM' in my hand and would you do me from behind, fast and furious...umphhh"

Still speaking with a sultry low voice he crashed on the bed hit by a human missile of burning lust.

End