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Leila and Jeffrey's long-smoldering attraction wasn't rekindled by one single glance--it was ignited into a blazing fireball. Neither would ever have expected to see the other here at the Gimme Sum Fresh Teriyaki Grill (or would have deigned to set foot in the food court had they known). Yet here they stood struggling to maintain their composure, each locked in the other's gaze. Primal desire crackled and danced between them like electricity. But could the force of this visceral craving possibly be enough to overcome years of professional rivalry, public accusations and bitter lawsuits?
Perhaps...old habits died hard, though. Be careful, Leila reminded herself. She resolved to maintain her famous poise at all costs.
"I heard your last documentary did well, Mr. Stanton. It's good to see you've kept your knack for profiting from the intimate details of strangers' lives."
Jeffrey turned away, hurt by her attempt to resurrect the walls of their animosity. Why did she always insist on nursing old wounds? Yet even as he strove to hate her, the sight of her full, ripe lips sent blood coursing down to his pork javelin, and bedeviling smell-images of her well-manicured badina filled his nostrils. Still, if it was hardball she wanted, two could play...
"And your ratings are healthy as ever, Ms. Archer. You're the perfect journalist: no pesky feelings or emotions to get in the way of the story. If a few lives get ruined along the way, well, what's the difference?"
Considering the delicacy with which she'd handled the recent Puleo-Atkins scoop, this was hitting below the belt. She glared at him, fighting back tears. At the same time, inexplicably, against all logic, she wanted him more than ever! The sight of his steely blue eyes and hard, lean body was making her nether-lips sizzle with desire like two slices of Hillshire Farms Maple wood smoked bacon on high flame in a Cephalon Premium Teflon-coated frying pan.
Sensing her hurt, her need--his anger dissipated instantly. He dropped his eyes, ashamed.
"It's no good. I can't keep this up. I've loved you for years."
"What? Who the hell do you think you are? How dare you!" But try as she might she couldn't muster up the indignation the situation called for. Far from it. Deep down, she was astonished to discover, these were the very words she'd always longed to hear. Her legs went weak and she felt the uterus syrup welling up from the depths of her ax wound.
He stepped forward and swept her up in his arms. "Let's stop fighting destiny, Leila." With more tenderness than she'd ever thought was possible, he began to probe her asshole with his fuck-finger.
Knowing her resistance was crumbling, she cast around for a suitable rebuttal. But it was no use. She couldn't deny the amazing feeling of wholeness amassing within her rectal portal, and all at once she realized she'd have to give in. She puckered her anus and greedily drew his finger inside.
His voice was husky. "You have no idea how long I've dreamed of this moment, Leila. Even when I hated you most. Even up there on the witness stand, all I could think of was gulping your 'gina."
"Don't say it." But she too had never stopped yearning for the feeling of his tapioca faucet breaking the plane of her hot mouth-hole.
He picked her up, laid her back on the table. The sight of him removing and expertly folding his polka-dotted pantaloons made her coochie undulate with glorious anticipation. In what seemed like seconds they were both naked and he was kneeling over her, greedily sucking on her sushi surprise. Slurping noises filled the air like a wet-vac hoovering up a vat of room temperature gefilte fish. Waves of pleasure reverberating through her, she spread her hips further apart to allow his tongue greater purchase on her yawning pusshole. Without looking up, Jeffery dumped his half eaten chicken yakisoba on the floor and expertly maneuvered the paper plate to catch the lengthy strands of his saliva cascading from her ovarian treasure trove. You could say whatever you liked about his professional ethics: this was a man who knew how to lap labia.
Moments later, he was boinking her face thrillingly with the side of his sirloin mallet. He struck her nose, her throat and the top of her head until she could stand no more. She began to climax, giving in fully to what would have been unthinkable not thirty minutes ago. Now that her final inhibitions were gone, she felt like a little girl again, and reverted to baby talk as she creamed. "Uggh! I want play pony fucky finger with you, Mister Peeny! Baby Leilei wanna likky dickie chowder!" Unbearably excited, Jeffrey could hold back no more, and beat his chest savagely as his cock recoiled half a dozen times, each contraction sending a translucent gout of lumpy gonad chum all over her perfect little body.
Afterwards, they clung to each other as if for dear life. Problems lay ahead for sure, but a bond of unity was already growing between them, a core of togetherness that could withstand whatever external forces would inevitably seek to destroy their newfound oneness...
Date Written: June 28, 2004
Author: Jon Matza
Average Vote: 4.59375