Chapter 1 Paul woke up. His head throbbed for a moment while his eyes focused on the digital clock on the bedside cabinet. The wood could be clearly smelt. He was not used to having the cabinet so close to the bed as he had only given two days ago by the woman lying next to him. He re-focussed as the number three and eight merged next to the single number five. 5:38 a.m., why hadn't the cat woke him up by now. Its body clock was about four hours earlier than Paul's. His bladder was full again and pushing back the sheets so gently as not to wake his companion, he soft footed it to the bathroom naked. Paul's eyes had adjusted to the amber glow from outside and could see the seat was down. "Bloody woman" he thought. Every time he was chastised for leaving the seat up. Paul could have stayed at hers tonight, but when they finally finished their meal and drank too much, Paul realised that they had only enough cash to get a cab back to his place which was located in a little known part of West London. Edwina, who was called 'Eddy' from the day she was born, was a socialite on a small scale. Good middle class parents had tossed her off to an all girl boarding school where they taught to a higher standard that Paul would ever achieve. He was a worker, not a thinker, so he thought until 2 years ago when his Mother had slipped on a broken paving stone and fractured her leg. He saw her agony and wished to help with her disability. This he had done in a novel way and he had sold the rights within weeks of developing the idea to a large pharmaceutical company. For once Paul had done the right thing and realising he was out of his depth called in the solicitors and accountants. Without them the offer would have been half what he got and he still got to keep the patent rights! Eddy was one of a kind. Articulate, intelligent, well groomed and completely off her trolley. "She must be", thought Paul as he shook his penis to get rid of the last drops of urine. Removed his hand from the wall on which he was leaning and dropped it onto the flush handle. A loud whoosh was followed by a small amount of water entering the bowl, "Fuck!" he said out loud forgetting the sleeping partner only 6 feet away. He tried once again, this time holding the handle down in an attempt to coach the water into which way it should run. It worked! The loud whoosh carried on and he felt the cold, clean water enter the bowl and splash spots of water just below the knee. For a new toilet he felt annoyed. "Bloody plumbers" he said quietly for no reason. He slowly walked to the sink and started washing his hands and throw some water onto his face by bending at the waist and cupping the outflow from the hot tap and raising his hands to meet the down coming face. This same clear water had caught his legs not twenty seconds earlier. Grabbing his member and holding just it over the basin, he caught hold of the soap which always slipped from the basin surround and into the bowl, marking the plug hole with its soft white substance. Swirling the soap with his right hand and pulling back his foreskin with his left he not so gently washed away his bodily fluids. The hot water tap was still running and without thinking placed the soap onto the basin's edge. He moved his groin closer to the stream of water. His hand slipped into the now very hot water. He withdrew his hand expediently and biting his lip in the process as not to scream. He dropped his penis and it flapped until gravity centred it so he could reach with his left hand and turn the 'antique' tap on for the cold jet his right hand craved. Cooling it did not take very long as the reaction, as all of Paul's usually were, was melodramatic. Once the right hand was soothed, he regained his composure and reached for the soaped part of his body. The cold water on his penis stung while it adjusted to the temperature imbalance between the outside world and the cold water tank 30 feet above his flat and the penthouse above him. Newly scrubbed, he reached for the slightly damp towel. He dried himself as he always did, forgetting the outside skin should also be dried. He walked quietly back to the bedroom. The wrought iron four poster bed stood proud of all the other items around it, even the side table Eddy had bought him. He had seen the bed about ten years ago in the Harrods store and knew he could afford it then. There had been no change in his ideas for the bed in the last ten years neither. The silk ties were permanently around the base of each of the four robust legs. Eddy had taken to his needs like a good girl should! Her ability to take him further than his imagination would normally allow was beyond his limited intelligence. He had never considered going to a fetish club until he met her. That night was still to come, once he could pluck up the courage to wear what she had in mind. Their 'romance' could be best described as physical. There was little mental bonding or originally attraction in the beginning. They had met at a social function. She knew a friend of a friend and he was invited directly as he had become 'nouveau rich'. Both standing next to the bar, both fighting for the attention of the more than already harassed bar lady whose skirt was too tight, too short and too chic for a casual bar person. Paul was enjoying the view of the legs, which were exposed from the mid thigh down. The skirt was so tight the G-string that Tracey (he wound her up about where Sharon was and showed his true breeding) was wearing. Edwina had started swearing at him for being too big for her to push passed to get to the bar. He was seeing a small framed lady with slightly smaller breasts than he would have liked. He swore back, again showing his background, she laughed, he smiled, she looked to the floor, his eyes followed suit and slightly turned to see what she had seen. As he turned she pushed past him, shouted at Tracey, who floated over to her, kissed on the cheek and asked what she wanted to drink. Eddy had turned her head back and smiled at Paul, who was amazed at the ability of the lady in front of him at the bar. Not only had she sideswiped him, she had got served! Paul did not know whether to be pissed off and just amazed. Order was not immediately restored, by even more amazement when Eddy turned fully around towards him, dropped a kiss on his cheek by stepping onto her toe tips and pushed past everyone else standing there with two glasses of dry white wine. Tracey smiled at him. "Eddy said I should serve you next. What would you like?" "Got any good malts?" "Glenfiddich" replied the pressured bar lady quickly. Paul scoffed, Glenfiddich was okay for those stepping up to single malts, but he wanted an Isle malt, not a Speyside. "Glass of dry white instead please", remembering some manners The similarly large Goblet with which he had seen Eddy slip past him with, expect she had two. Was she with someone? He wanted to catch her and describe his admiration at the system she had obviously perfected over the years. Although there were only 100 people at the gallery opening and most of them seemed stuck to the bar, it took Paul 20 minutes to locate the formidable lady that lay in his bed. She had already spotted him walking around with what looked like a purpose. So she decided that Cat and Mouse might be the task for a couple of minutes. As the gallery was fairly large, she just kept following him, hiding behind pillars, sculptures and even one overweight short man. Eventually she grew tired of the game just 'popped' up in front of him. She still had the two glasses in her hands, one almost empty. Paul's glass had been drained a while back and placed not to secretly on a plinth that was displaying a 30,000 pound sculpture by an artist that he had not heard of and would forget by the following morning. "Hi, I am Eddy", "Hello, Paul" he replied. "I've been looking around for you, I thought you had left." Paul continued. So the very small talk continued until Paul asked an intelligent and far reaching question, "Why the two glasses, are you here with someone?" "No", she replied. Handing the glass to him. "It was for you, but you never followed me!" Paul smiled as he got back into bed. She stirred as the noise of bed springs compressed and her body rolled towards the turning mass of Paul collapsing onto the bed. He moved closer to her. The hangover he had no prevention from the urges that her soft body he felt next to him would stamp out. His colder body and damp penis found their way towards the middle of the bed where she had fallen to. His right arm faltered, as he wanted to caress her. She was asleep and it would unfair to awaken her. She moved and twisted to lie on her left side facing away from him. He tried so hard to ignore the view of the unblemished skin and raw passion he saw and felt. He, no longer was thinking sensibly, just lustfully. His arm crossed of her body and he drew himself nearer and the arm lay just below the breasts. As his body closed towards she sensed his nearness by the colder flesh that was fast descending towards her back. His damp and cold penis slotted between the cheeks of her bottom. Gravity drew the tip towards the mattress. He groaned outwardly as he could smell the aroma of her flesh. His nose fell to fill the knap of her neck. His lips kissed the darkened blonde hair. She moved and felt his body close by. She straightened herself against him, clenching her buttock cheeks as to try and pinch the base of his penis. In doing so her breasts became very accessible. His hand moved from being beneath to on top of Eddy's left breast, gently pushing it up towards the headboard. Her nipple hardened almost immediately as her senses did not let the feminine side of her down even though all the other senses were awakening slowly around her. She felt rough skin on his hand brush past the nipple and move to the other breast repeating the same motion as he had performed before. He groaned again as the pressure in his penis was increasing, pushing against her. The tip was nudging and probing at the bottom of her left buttock cheek. He moved backward to release the now hard, blood full member. She drew her legs towards her waist slightly and he moved back towards her. This time the hot skin tracked down her buttock cheeks with the tip lying just outside the area it was destined to be in. His hand was now equally spending time between the two breasts and they were now fully aroused. Her hand drew down her and across her hips and down to her bottom. She felt a twitch from his penis, which pushed against her vagina. The muscles inside her flinched, releasing the moisture that would help oil the inner parts for his entry although he was not to receive that tonight. Her hand slowly reached past the erectile tissue and reached down for his scrotum. She could feel his breathing increasing between the kisses he was given the back of her neck. He twitched again. With her spare hand she held his breast rubbing hand and entwined her fingers with his and pinched her own nipple. She let out a quiet sigh as she felt the passion rising in body now as well as her mind. She released all the fingers of his hand, but secured her hand around his thumb. She stopped her action of seemingly weighing his testicles and rolled from her left side on to her back. He was surprised by this and did not move his head in time for a small bump to occur. In her left hand she had his thumb, in her right hand she was holding the very hot penis her boyfriend was offering her. There was no apology for the small banging of heads. That would be discussed later. Her nails started digging ever so gently into his penis. She had already learnt the techniques of giving Paul pain and pleasure. Her left hand started dragging his thumb down of her belly and into the pubic mound. She released his thumb. From here he would need no guiding. She started to masturbate him so slowly the foreskin would not break past the eye of the penis. A drop of semen was already emerging. His hand broke through the very few hairs and ran down to the barren skin. He knew what she wanted and provided the sensations immediately. The thumb found the clitoris and moved it in a circular motion. She could fell it rising and swelling. He could not. The forefinger separated her lips and pushed home his advantage of her wanting him probing. He surprised himself by forgetting the sensations she was passing to him with her hand. He was enjoying pleasuring her more then the pleasure he was receiving from the hand which now had wrapped it's way around and was moving with some vigour. Her spare hand had moved to her left breast. His left hand was trapped underneath him and this felt awkward. He tried repositioning himself to release the arm without interrupting the flow. He failed and she moved slightly away from him to allow the freeing of his arm. His finger slipped out of her and the thumb pressed hard down onto the clitoris as he tried to regain the position she was enjoying so much. Sleep was a thing of the past and it would return afterwards and both would be more relaxed. She had not released him and the foreskin was now fully pushed back. The action was bringing small traces of semen up to the tip and these were pushed around as the foreskin rose and fell around his shaft, making the head glisten. She released his penis and now turned to face him. Her lips kissed his. Her mouth opened and her tongue darted out and flicked at the teeth, which had been released when Paul opened his mouth. Their tongues danced and Eddy sighed as his thumb and now fingers rubbed the clitoris harder. She pushed her hand away from her breast and moved down to stop him. At the same time Eddy removed her hand from his penis and pushed Paul onto his back. He would have protested if he had not then had his legs separated and Eddy kneeled between them facing him. He could see her silhouetted in the dim lights the flooded the lower reaches of the street. Muslin curtains blocked prying eyes, but not the light. Her mouth opened and devoured his head and shaft. Her tongue protruded out of the bottom of her mouth and licked the shaft at the base. Paul's body jerked up as his senses lost control of (most of) his bodily functions. He almost sat up. His penis jerked and Eddy was not concerned as the erection plunged towards the back of her throat. Paul relaxed slightly, but the gasps and gulps of air told a different story as the caressing and furtive tongue assaulted his sensitive penis head. Eddy's tongue became more active and her neck movements more exaggerated. Paul let out a moan and Eddy started to slow down as Paul got closer to his climax. She finally slowed to a lingering kiss on the head of Paul's penis. He was so close and she had stopped, "Oh" cried Paul. "Greedy!" said playful Eddy. She moved forward and kissed him. He tasted himself on her tongue and lips. She stopped kissing him and carried moving herself to the top of the bed, swinging one leg over Paul's chest and wriggling the other knee she was resting on and squatting just above Paul's face. "My turn" she added, then forcibly dropped her body onto his awaiting face. Paul's reaction was to ignore the hot and now wet lips that were so cleanly shaven and go for the point his thumb had been arousing before. She moaned and her hands found their way onto the headboard for extra support. Paul's taste buds were alive with the juices and saliva he was creating. Eddy moved as if she was memorised, backwards and forwards. Paul had to move his neck and head to maintain his tongues presence on her clitoris. She whimpered and the right hand left the headboard and crushed the nipple on her left breast. Paul was always excited when she played with herself. He did not class it as demeaning. He found it a turn on. As he writhed more to keep up the increased tempo, the more he wanted to stop and say that she was being greedy too. But he did want to her wanted to spoil her enjoyment. Their eyes met, Paul's looking up and seeing a spark in her eyes, even with the poor lighting. Paul used this mellowing moment to re-position his tongue into the moist valley. He forced his head up and into the vagina. It caught her unawares and she felt a shuddering rise from her stomach and spread towards every nerve in her body. She started twitching violently as the orgasm cascaded itself to the tips of her entity. She was forced to slow down her rhythm and almost ground to a halt as the climax ceased and a glow that Paul had seen so rarely before meeting Eddy came through. Eddy smiled down at him. Paul's tongue was slightly moving side to side. Partly to let her know he was still there and partly to taste the abundance of moisture that arrived just after the shaking had started above him. Eddy rocked back and being small of frame and very light almost sat onto his chest, bringing her legs around and standing in one go before Paul's chest and lungs were squashed. She stood over him, and with the hand that had teased her nipple some seconds before, pushed into her vagina. This shocked Paul, but even more so, when she pulled out her fingers and began licking them. "You're not having anymore of this tonight" she said. Paul's reply was understated, "HHHMMM" was all he could think over. Eddy turned around, carefully avoiding stepping on him or accidentally knocking the manhood which was her next attention. She squatted down on his chest, facing his feet, far enough away from his mouth that he could not lick her. She crushed his hands between his body and her legs. He was almost powerless and he and her enjoyed the prospect of what was coming next. Her neck craned down again and outstretched her hands past his penis and onto his thighs. She rested her head on his left thigh and eyed up the twitching flesh and blood full skin. Eddy did not need encouragement as she ran her hands up the inside of his thighs and parted them, roughly pulling his legs apart and raising them slightly. She raised her head and started kissing the weeping penis, licking the semen so slowly. Paul's mind closed all other thoughts out as he relaxed this time and did not jerk about. She swallowed the head and her hands cradle the testicles, occasionally squeezing them while her head rose and fell. Paul could see nothing except her curved frame. His hands pinned meant he was unable to fondle her back. Her hands released his balls and ran up the shaft while her head moved away. The hands, face and feelings all rushed back to make Paul cry a little out of pleasure. The re-occurred again and again and Paul felt close to the point of no return, she slowed again as she had done before, but the hands and fingers continued past the scrotum and delved in the crack below them. Paul squirmed as the finger entered his anus, but the oral work had quickened and Paul erupted into Eddy's waiting and wanting mouth. Paul cried out as his breathing become erratic and his brain and body spasamed. Eddy held on and slowed her movements to a stop. She slowly released the tight mouth around the slowly dying member and allowed the flow of juices down his shaft and onto the scrotum. She carefully removed her index finger, which had given Paul a shock that had him ejaculate into that sweet mouth. This had never been done for Paul and he was surprised by the enjoyment the anal probe had derived him. She rolled away, turned around and crawled towards him and planted a kiss on his cheek. The dampness of his seed felt cool in the warm night. Eddy grabbed some tissues and mopped up the spillage. She went to the bathroom and he heard the toilet flush, water run and her teeth being brushed. He rose and checked the sheets. He followed into the bathroom and slapped the buttocks on his partner. She yelped as the toothbrush faltered in her mouth. He kissed her cheek and applied the soap once again on his Penis. This time the soap was exactly where he left it. On the side of the basin. "A bloody first" he thought. Edwina watched him soap up the groin and cupped hold of the cold water and threw it at him. The water shocked him, as it cascade over the chest she was so found of holding. This woman was too good for him. As yet she was only a sleeping partner and it seemed she had a lot more in mind for him than he had ever thought about before.