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Tossed in Space “We’re going to fuck, Wookiee. Follow me.” “Huh?” he grunted. At least I think that’s what he grunted. I couldn’t be sure because he did have that big hairy thing on his head. But I’m going to assume he grunted because isn’t that what most men do? Grunt and pass it off as the English language, then we women appease them and pretend we know what the fuck they’re talking about with a nod and a cute giggle? So I nodded and giggled. “We’re going to fuck,” I said again. Out loud, so I could hear it too. It just made it more believable if you heard the words come from your own mouth. I couldn’t see his eyes very well, but I thought -- for sure, we were fucking. His body language said we were fucking even if he looked a little hesitant, to be quite frank. Honestly, sometimes men are just big pansy asses. They all talk about how they stalk and catch their prey like it’s hunting season at a Victoria’s Secret semiannual sale, but when a woman sets the trap -- they don’t always want the cheese. So I said it again, because maybe he really wasn’t catching the signals I’d been sending his way for eight, solid, vibrator-relief-only, God damned weeks. Finely honed signals with me flying as close to his “see me -- want you” radar detector as I could without blatantly throwing myself at his ass. Oh, but wait, that’s what I was doing now. Hurling myself at interstellar warp speeds -- right at his hot tookus. I’d given up on trying to get him to watch me twirl my hair and bat my eyelashes. You know, flirt and shit? At the rate I was going -- I’d need Rogaine before he paid any attention.
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So like I said, I was taking matters into my own hands. “I said, we’re going to fuck. You know, like get our freak on? Now. Give me your hand and follow me,” I repeated with far more confidence than I felt. But it was dark at the cast party and he couldn’t see my face. So he surely couldn’t see the utter fear, slash, terror, slash, ill preparedness, slash, practice, slash, more practice on my face. Cuz I kinda did come off all, “I-am-woman-hear-me-roarlike.” Yes, I, Laurel J. Ripperton, was going to get some Wookiee nookie. Now, after all this time. Eight solid weeks of shooting this movie from intergalactic hell and I was going in. Both barrels loaded. I straightened my barrels, er, breasts in my tight leather vest and grabbed the tall hunk of a man, dressed like what could only be described as a Wookiee (all of us grips and food service people had cracked wise over their ridiculous rip off costumes from Star Wars), that I’d been lusting after for what seemed like a century and strode off confidently to a closet I knew could be locked from the inside. He went willingly enough, my Wookiee. His feet didn’t even drag behind me much, although I could swear I was feeling some minor hesitation on his part, but I ignored it in favor of the raging fever he’d whipped up in my loins. Maybe it was my thong giving me grief. I dunno. It was kind of foreign. I’m all for cute panties, but thongs are just fancy lace stuck up your ass. They do allow easy access, though, and that’s what I was all about tonight. Easy cheesy Japaneesie. Access, that is. I’d waited a long time and my rope was now a nub of threads. He hadn’t noticed me in all this time, so I decided the wrap party was the best place to make my move. It was my only hope of seeing this lust come to fruition. Tomorrow, I began a new movie and he went off into extra-land where all good movie extras go.
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I yanked him behind me, his furry hand in mine, pulling him toward the closet I’d found just last week. I know what you’re thinking. Damned convenient to have a closet readily available, but it’s true. There really is a closet on Lot B with a lock on the inside. It made me wonder if many a grip hadn’t gripped in that closet before me. So I flung the door open, Wookiee in hand, and threw him in, closing the door behind us with a firm thunk, and clicked the lock. Shit it was dark. I remember that was my first thought as I stumbled blindly, my heels wobbling as I reached out to feel for fur. I honestly didn’t have any idea it would be that dark. I wanted to see the ass I was nailing, believe me, because it was the ass of a god and I’d be fucked and feathered if I didn’t take that memory with me when Tossed in Space wrapped. His strong arms caught me just as I was about to call his name. My nipples tightened like instantly, pushing against the vest that I’d so carefully picked out because it showed off my cleavage. One of my better assets at the time, thank you. He tugged me against him wordlessly and my heart thrashed in my chest like a caged animal. The moment I’d waited for since I’d seen him on the lot of Studio B had arrived and I was stoked, primed, hornier than one of those reconstituted virgins. I was going to nail this man like he’d never been nailed before and I was going to leave him wishing he’d paid more attention to the nice quiet grip. They say it’s always the quiet ones you have to be careful of. I don’t know if that means we’re simmering to an insane boil, but I do know, I was, for the most part, a quiet girl, but definitely crafty. I felt his arms lift and tug as he pulled the head of his costume off and shrugged out of the body of the suit, never letting me leave his space. He was naked underneath it, but for his underwear.
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My hands touched the overheated flesh of his chest, hard and rippled and I think I sighed. It was a chest that was that good. Like a solid wall of brick, but warm, and inviting my head to rest on it. However, I wasn’t in a fricken’ closet to cuddle. His feet shuffled as he shifted from foot-to-foot to rid himself of the rest of the costume and then, all of a sudden, it kinda felt like I wasn’t in control anymore. I don’t know how that happened. I did start this closet tryst, but it sure as hell didn’t look like I was going to end it. The strength of his thighs surprised me momentarily. I couldn’t remember them looking as well muscled as they felt against mine. Ahhh, but they were, bulging and sprinkled with fine hairs that brushed against my thigh high nylons. The shiver that ran along my spine was one of anticipation and I licked my lips to wet my now dry mouth. He cupped my jaw with his hand and I leaned into him, letting the strength of his body hold me. We molded to one another and I could feel, if not see, his lips hover near mine. His breath was sweet like he’d just brushed his teeth. When his tongue finally touched mine, our mouths still didn’t connect. He slithered over the outline of my lips, slow, gently, insistently until I thought I would scream for him to kiss me. I couldn’t wait anymore, so I went in for the kill. Full on lip press. I saw something in that dark closet when our lips made contact. I think it might have been stars or colors -- sparks even. I don’t know, but it was a kiss that changed my thoughts on tonsil hockey, forever… It was deep, invasive, filled with a lust that threatened to boil over. His arms went around me, hard, tight and rubbing my vest clad breasts against his bare chest as our tongues dueled, dancing across each other’s. I shivered as he ran a finger between the two mounds of flesh that I’d been so proud of in that tight vest, sporting all that cleavage. I couldn’t even see his silhouette, but I felt every inch of him against me. The thick bulge of his cock strained against my pelvis. It pulsed against me as we ground
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our hips together. I could feel the head of his cock as it brushed my clit through the thin skirt I wore. Swollen and wet, I stood on tippey toes to gain leverage, rolling my hips in circles, creating a delicious friction that made my cunt weep for relief. His hands moved lower in agonizingly small increments until he had pulled my skirt up around my waist. Strong hands, stronger than I’d ever imagined in my dreams, cupped my ass, gripping the flesh until we were bucking together. Our ragged breath was quick, but our thrusts were slow and measured, rhythmic and in sync. The sharp sound of my vest zipper seemed almost an intrusion in the breathy silence as he slid it downward and my breasts felt the cool air as they were freed. My nipples instantly hardened and it must have pleased him because his groan was low, husky, hot as it escaped into my mouth. He pushed the vest off of my shoulders and it fell to the floor with a slap while he let those lips I’d called luscious a hundred times over leave mine and nibble my earlobe. I clung to him as he licked my neck with slight strokes, running his lips over my collarbone and along my shoulder. I found myself arching upward, straining against him to hurry his mouth to my nipple. Gripping his hair in my hands, I vaguely thought the texture was wavy and found that peculiar because his hair had always appeared pin straight. But I wasn’t going to quibble hairs when he captured my nipple between his lips, flicking his tongue over it, still crushing my hips to his. “Oooohh,” I groaned before I could stop myself and I felt him smile against my breast in response, letting a low chuckle escape his throat. I arched into the heat of his mouth, hot and silky, raising my thigh higher to rest on his hip, hoping his fingers would find that thong I was so proud of and thrust his fingers into it. (I’d managed to wearing the damn thing for an entire day without once yanking it out of my ass.) But he didn’t. Instead, he took my other breast and cupped it, thumbing my nipple until it was as hard as the other, coaxing it to ache with a burning heat that settled in my cunt. I held his head against me, driving my nipple into his mouth, letting the rasp of his tongue pleasure me until I was so close to coming, I didn’t think there was any going back.
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He licked the tips of each of my nipples before he grasped me by the waist, letting his head rest between my breasts. His breath was so hot and sharply drawn I wasn’t sure if one of us might pass out. There was little air in that small closet and I hadn’t given that much thought either until I felt the trickle of sweat drip from his forehead. Damp hair brushed my belly as he nipped my ribs, rolling his tongue over my abdomen, sliding down the wall we’d been up against until he was sitting in front of me. His hands wrapped around my calves, kneading them, moving upward and so help me, I wanted to ram his face into my pussy so that he was forced to lick me into coming, but I gritted my teeth and waited. Tears stung my eyes when he cupped my ass once again and laid his head against my thigh, breathing deeply. He didn’t move for a moment and I took the opportunity to slide my shoes off. My legs quivered as I did and he steadied me, slipping a finger into the tops of my thigh high nylons, skimming the soft flesh with a callused digit. I thought he might take them off, but I think I was right in assuming he’d like them because he left them for my thong, wet now with the slick juice of my wanton need. I whimpered as he traced circles on the silk of my thong, drifting over the edge only to move away and place fiery kisses to my inner thighs. Suddenly, wearing that damn thing all day was worth it. He cupped my cunt, rubbing his thumb over my clit, a clit that was bound to explode if his tongue didn’t take its place over it soon. Peeling my panties off was a lifetime of little deaths. It was as if he relished making me wait while he took a millennium to drag them over my legs, then my knees and finally, my ankles. He spread my flesh like ripe fruit and the cool air was sharp against the fire he’d created. With fingers that were deft, he stroked the outer lips of my cunt, smooth because I’d shaved.
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It was delicious, sinful, carnal and I clung to the tops of his shoulders, digging my fingers into the muscles that rippled and flexed. He dragged his finger over me again and again, but didn’t delve into my pussy. He was killing me. My head swirled, jumbled and anxious, but he continued to take his sweet time, kissing my thighs, nibbling them, his hair brushing my legs. When his tongue finally darted along my clit, I shuddered from somewhere deep. It was quick at first, tasting me, with light flicks, skating over the nub as the bolts of electricity I’d first experienced grew almost painful, if not for the pleasure I knew awaited me. His tongue was skilled, and it touched something primal in me. I might have been frightened if it wasn’t for the fact that he now slid a finger into me. The thick invasion stretched me and my pussy clenched around it as he entered, then withdrew with an easy rhythm. Soft, firm lips clasped my clit, rolling it, lashing out at it only to suckle it once again. My thigh went around his neck and I drove against him, riding the finger that fucked me, greedy to climax. I tugged at my nipples, begging for relief with words that were incoherent and mumbled. I needed to come and just as I thought that, I did, in hard wave after wave of sweet release. It was like nothing I’d ever encountered before. Just as I thought I had crested, he slithered his tongue into me one more time, laying it against my clit, thrusting his finger into me again and I found myself hovering, lingering, riding this wave of tongue and mouth until I screamed, the relief was so jagged and intense. I had no breath left in me as he removed my thigh from his shoulder and pulled me down to his lap. He wrapped his arms around me and smoothed his hands along my spine, caressing me, stroking me while I came down from the best orgasm this lifetime had offered me. His hard cock, much larger than I’d expected, sat nearly straight up, rubbing against my pussy and renewing my desire to have it lodged deeply within me. I struggled to try and think straight, but he must have known what I was thinking because he lifted those lean hips with me on top of him and pushed his underwear off.
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I had to touch him. I had to feel the bulge that I’d so often wondered about with my bare hands. I wasted no time in grasping his cock firmly. He’d pulled me back against him and the husky groan in my ear told me all I needed to know. God, it was like steel -- silken steel -- and I allowed myself the luxury of feeling every vein, every ridge with undeniable pleasure. I groaned again as my hands explored the thickness, ablaze and pulsing with need. I circled the head of his shaft, rubbing the sensitive flesh just under it and slid my thumb along the slit where a tiny amount of pre-come beaded. Need welled in me again and I had to answer the call. I braced myself against his solid wall of chest and lifted my hips, placing his cock at my entrance. Lowering myself with painstaking care, I slid onto his cock, letting it impale me. His entry was hot and slick and my breath caught in my throat as that funny thing my stomach did when I saw him all these weeks, happened again. His girth left me breathless for a moment and he too gasped when I settled on him. We stayed like that for a moment and it was in that moment that he captured my lips again, dragging me back against him and driving his tongue into my mouth, scraping my teeth. My hips had a mind of their own and they rocked against his torso in a slow circle. I tightened my muscles, clamping his cock, and I felt him tense, his arms around me growing rigid as he began to pump upward. I needed to feel his weight on me, run my hands over his broad expanse of back, so I positioned my feet by his thighs and pulled him to me, leaning back. He seemed to know what I wanted instinctively, and I was amazed at his strength as he held me, bracing me as I lay back on the cool floor. He followed, laying his body over mine. The muscled perfection that he was became instant heaven when it pressed me into the floor. He was heavy, but it felt so incredibly divine to feel this man taking me that I wrapped my legs around his waist. We repositioned ourselves and soon, he was once again deeply imbedded in me. I luxuriated in the heat of his skin against mine, burrowing into him.
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He didn’t thrust wildly like most of the men I’d experienced. He ground into me, against me, letting his lean hips do most of the work. We writhed versus the incessant withdraw and reentry. Instead of pulling back and driving upward, he was flush with me. Hip to hip, we arched into each other, undulating, seeking, driving our bodies toward liberation. I’d never orgasmed during penetration, so when it crept up on me, I was surprised. I hadn’t banked on the fact that I would feel anything more than the hot, slick length of him and the bliss a woman encounters when a man is in her, but when he put his arms up around my head and slid his tongue into my mouth while he did that grind, I felt the stirrings of another climax. I gripped his hard upper arms so I could get as near to him as possible. We were pressed so closely against one another I could feel my clit scrape his abdomen. With his cock, thick and hard, moving within me in this new and exciting way, I only wanted to get closer to him. Christ, the scintillating carnality of just fucking overwhelmed me. I wanted to consume him, locking us together in that clinch forever. Our skin was slippery from sweat, but it didn’t keep us from finding a way to stay jammed together as closely as we possibly could. My arms were around his neck, our lips and tongues waged a continual war, our breath was heaving and ripped from our lungs with each exhale, yet we clung to the sensual ride. His groans increased as did mine and I knew the end of this walk on the wild side adventure was almost over. I didn’t want it to be, but I couldn’t help the crazed need to come again either. Scrunching my eyes shut, I arched into him, grinding right back, savoring his rock-hard cock deeply inside me. And then, we exploded. Much like I knew we would, but nothing like I’d thought it would actually be.
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It was like being removed from your body, then having someone slam you back into it so every cell you possess reacts, feeling every last sensation along every nerve ending. It was calm, yet untamed. It was as easy as breathing and as savage as a bolt of lightning ripping through you. I was dizzy by the time I felt his cock jerk and release and he folded me tighter against him, whispering something I couldn’t quite hear for the pounding of my heart in my ears. When I’d gone into that closet I wasn’t looking for earth shattering, just a little blip in my universe. Now, I’d gone and had the best lay ever and it was over. Regret was my first emotion, followed closely by the “Oh, my God. I just screwed a man I’ve almost never said anything to that wasn’t an incomplete sentence.” I’d had Wookiee nookie, all right. And I’d just won the tiara for Jabba the Slut. But I wasn’t Hands Solo anymore… My embarrassment was grateful for the dark of that closet, I tell ya. I don’t know who moved first, but I remember, and believe me, I remember it well, when he said my name, because it was then that I knew something had gone horribly askew. “Laurel?” Hookay, this was not sounding like Antoine “I’m from the French Riviera and someday I’ll be a great actor” Lemeux. There was no French accent involved in the way he said “Laurel?” In fact, it was tinged with a bit of Jewish New York. I ran my hands over his face, looking for the bump Antoine had in his nose with my fingers. Um, no bump. In fact, his nose was straight and long and I felt his smile against my palm, which kinda made me mad, cuz this was not a ha-ha moment.
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“Antoine?” I said, knowing it wasn’t Antoine, but hoping just saying it would make it so. “Er, no. It’s Alan, but our names both start with the letter A, so you were close.” Jesus effin’ was the only thing I could think. So I dumbly said, “Alan? Like Alan my friend at lunch and on coffee breaks? Alan, the guy I hang out with on a Saturday night because I have no date, Alan?” I knew my voice was squeaky with disbelief, but I just couldn’t believe it. His chuckle was ironic. “Yeah, that Alan.” I went limp. My limbs felt like wet noodles and my head was a soggy, disoriented haze. I’d just had the most fantastic sex with Alan Grossman, the Kraft food service guy…
*** “So what happened, Laurel?” my friend from my book club asked, sitting on the edge of her seat. “Well, it turned out that Antoine, rutting pig that he was, had missed his call for entry stage right because he was banging some starlet in her dressing room and seeing as it wasn’t a speaking part, they grabbed my Alan and threw the costume on him. I’d grabbed the wrong guy and he’d gone willingly with me because unbeknownst to me, he was pretty hot for me back then.” The cackle that erupted from the six ladies from my book club was just as I expected, a kind of “go figure that would happen to Laurel” cackle. “And now you’ve been happily married to him for over thirty-five years. Only you, Laurel.” “Well,” I assured them with a sly grin, “I certainly wasn’t going to let a lay like that go.” “Oh, Laurel Grossman, you know darn well they didn’t have thongs back then!” Mitzi Eastman squawked. “And the language you used! Why, I had to cover my ears for almost all of that story. Where did you learn such language and who got their ‘freak
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on’ in nineteen-seventy, anyway? And what kind of movie is Tossed in Space? I’ve never heard of it.” Poor Mitzi, always a naysayer. Well, maybe I had updated the story to reflect current idiom, but it’s all true, I swear. No joke. That’s how I nabbed my Alan. Quite by mistake. Glenda Fry answered Mitzi’s question for me. “It was a porn flick, Mitzi.” I relished the outraged gasp Mitzi sputtered with a smile. Yep, those were the good old days.
The End
Dakota Cassidy Dakota has managed to elude our quest for a current bio again. This time when we called the housekeeper said she was unavailable… sure, Dakota. And how’s the fur flying? Anyway, she has a website -- www.DakotaCassidy.com -- and email
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