Postcards From The Edge
The Return of Mystique
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Logan was
enjoying his nightly ritual with Marie, she was like a drug that he was
hopelessly addicted to, and like any junkie he needed his daily ‘fix’.
clock each evening to call her at the appointed time. As usual he asked her
what she was wearing – after she’d told him about wearing his shirt and why,
the game now included her describing articles of clothing and then proceeding
to strip them off. Tonight’s answer was not what he was expecting, though.
“Scott’s scent,”
Marie whispered guiltily.
The large vein
in Logan’s neck began to throb as his blood pressure climbed toward the
ceiling.
“I hope you’re
joking, Marie,” Logan managed to force out between clenched teeth.
“Oh, God Logan –
I’m so sorry. Our phone calls were making me so horny and tonight I was alone
with Scott in the gym – he took his shirt off and I just lost all control and
jumped him. He was a little startled at first, but then he ripped a hole in my
leotard, rolled on a condom and we were going at it like rabbits in heat,”
Marie paused, “and now he wants to marry me.”
Logan began to
laugh - hard.
“Oh, you’re just
begging for a spanking, aren’t you? Damnit Marie, you really had me going there
for a minute.”
“Well, you
better get your fine ass home soon, sugar, or Scott may find himself raped.”
“You stay away
from Scooter.”
“I know, or
you’ll spank me,” Marie sighed in mock exasperation.
“So what are you
really wearing?” Logan asked in an effort to get the conversation back on
track.
“A dark green
bra and matching panties. Do you want me to take them off?”
“Allow me,”
Logan replied seductively.
“Okay, but no
cutting anything – I happen to like this set,” Marie warned jokingly.
“Fine, spoil my
fun. Okay, I start with the bra, sliding the straps down your shoulders and
kissing you just where your breasts begin to swell as I reach behind you and
unhook the clasp. I pull it off, toss it over my shoulder and move to relieve
you of those panties. I ease them down – slowly, which takes a lot of willpower
‘cause I can smell hoouseoused you are. They’re finally all the way down those
long legs and now stuffed into the back pocket of my jeans.” Logan paused and
then added, “Souvenir.”
Logan couldn’t
see Marie smile to herself or know about the idea that flickered through her
brain.
Logan continued,
“Then I play Magellan and go exploring all over you – with my tongue.”
“You know,
Logan, not that I wanna seem like I’m complaining or anything, because it
certainly makes me tingly to think of your mouth all over me, but it’s been a
while since you’ve described kissing me on my lips,” Marie .
“Really? Are you
sure?”
“Yeah, pretty
sure. Lemme think,” she paused momentarily and then began a checklist, “Let’s
see – there and there and oh, yeah – plenty of times *there*, and you do seem
to have a fondness for my nipples.”
“That’s your
fault. I can’t stop obsessing about them ever since you sent me that photo. It
gives me a hard-on just thinking about them.”
“Well, I’m glad
they give you a ‘happy’, but right now I’d like you to concentrate on a part of
me that’s a little higher.”
“So you wanna be
kissed, huh?”
“Yes please,”
Marie replied politely.
“Hmmm, okay –
I’ll give it a shot,” Logan began, “I start by pressing my lips against your
forehead – kinda like I did that night on the Statue. Your eyes are closed, so
I kiss each eyelid, then the of of one cheek and across the bridge of your
nose to the other cheek before heading down to your succulent mouth. I kiss
first one corner and then brush my lips over yours, barely touching them and
kiss the other corner. I caress your lips with mine – very gently, just the
lightest of touches and then I nibble just a little on your full bottom lip.
You taste so sweet and my tongue licks at you hungrily. When you part your lips
in a gasp I slide my tongue into your mouth and stroke it across yours. I press
my lips against yours a little harder now as I drink you in.
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on you forever. Our tongues
are licking at each other as our moans are muffled within each other’s mouths.
I cup the back of your head to draw you in even closer as you thread your
fingers through my hair. Everything is spinning, as our world narrows dow
th
this one moment – nothing else exists except you and me. We kiss until our lips
are numb and I curse the need to breathe that forces us to stop.”
“Oh wow, Logan –
I think my lips are actually tingling.”
“That’s not
gonna be the only thing tingling when I get home,” Logan promised.
Marie let out a
low laugh that was like music to Logan’s ears.
“I may have a
surprise for you soon,” she told him.
“Cheerleader
outfit?”an aan asked hopefully.
“Very funny.”
“Catholic school
girl uniform?”
“Logan!”
“I know.
scarves.”
“You want me to
tie you up?”
“Actually, I was
thinking of you being the one lashed to the bedposts. I’d sneak in when you
were asleep and do it, then slip the sheet down and wake you up with an
Australian kiss.”
“What’s an
Australian kiss? ”
“It’s just like
a French kiss – except it’s ‘down under’,” Logan replied with dirty laugh.
“You’re
determined to turn this into material for a letter to Penthouse, aren’t you?”
“You say that
like it’s a bad thing.”
“You’re
incorrigible.”
“Only when it
comes to you, darlin’.”
“And your fight
groupies.”
“There haven’t
been any fight groupies, Marie. I haven’t been with anyone since you and I…”
Logan trailed off.
“Seriously?”
Marie asked – the shock evident in her voice.
“I want *you* –
only you,” Logan admitted.
There was
complete silence for a moment as he let that piece of news sink in.
“Marie?” Logan
said, finally breaking the quiet calm.
“I guess I
thought you were just playing with me. I never thought…” Marie replied softly.
“I wanna *play*
with you, but I was never *playing* with you.
I love you, Marie and when I get home I wanna make love to you.”
There, he’d
finally said it out loud and the relief washed over him like a tidal wave.>
“I love you,
too, Logan. Jean said it’s just a crush, but I know it’s more than that. I ache
for you. I want to be on my back with you over me….and in me,” Marie confessed
– also relieved to finally say it aloud.
“Marie, do
yourself a favor and get plenty of rest, ‘cause when I get home you won’t be
getting much sleep,” Logan told her in an effort to lighten the mood after such
substantial confessions.
“Promise?”
“Yeah, I
promise,” Logan replied.
After they’d
said their goodnights Marie lay awake unable to sleep because of the weight of
their mutual declarations. Logan had told her he loved her and she’d
reciprocated what she’d felt in her heart for months, but never thought she’d
ever be brave enough to divulge to him. She realized that even if she never
wrestled control over her mutation that they’d find away around it, but she
wanted desperately to be embraced in his arms without barriers – to have the
sensation of his chest hair tickling her breasts and his hard cock deeply
imbedded in her as their mouths locked in a scorching kiss.
As Marie ran her
fingers lightly over her body she imagined it was Logan’s mouth ghosting over
her, his lips just a whisper against her skin. Then he’d use his tongue to
brush over her nipples, leaving them moist and hard and finally trailing down
to taste her where she ached for him.
She imagined returning the favor – alternatbetwbetween soft kisses
dropped delicately all over his furred chest and tender nibbles on his stomach
before taking his cock into the heat of her mouth.
Marie dipped her
fingers between her legs as she imagined him making love to her – tenderly at
first and then with an increased intensity as they hurtled towards simultaneous
release. She cried out his name as she
brought herself to orgasm. As she lay there still shaking from the potency of
her climax she made a promise to herself that the session scheduled with the
Professor the next day was going to be a triumphant success.
The next morning
Logan drove to Winnipeg and bought a couple of things that he shipped overnight
to Marie. He’d found a large stuffed wolverine in a toy store called ‘Elements
of Nature’ and slipped a heart-shaped diamond necklace around its neck – along
with a note that read:
The diamond represents my heart
– which I’m officially giving to you and wolvie junior is to sleep with until
you can have the real thing.
Logan
wasn’t the only one in the gift-giving mood as a package from Marie arrived the
following day. The desk clerk handed it to Logan who immediately caught a scent
he thought had to be a mistake. He hurried back to his room and bypassing the
‘pull tab’, ripped the envelope open with one claw. Amidst the wreckage of the
package was the source of the aroma that was making Logan delirious – a pair of
black lace pan – M – Marie’s panties. There was no need for a note – the
message was crystal clear. Logan knew
that Marie was taking one of her final exams today and wouldn’t be in her room,
so he dashed off a quick e-mail note to her.
From: ownerofthetag@hotmail.com
To: keeperofthetag@hotmail.com
Subject: The scent you sent.
I have your scent imprinted in my brain now and
when I get home I’m gonna mark you with mine.
Logan.
Ever since he’d
received Marie’s *care* package, Logan had been in a state of constant arousal
– he sed ted through the evening with an almost feral intensity. He attempted
to channel all that raw energy into the fights, but even laying out a dozen
opponents in the cage couldn’t quell his body’s overwhelming urge to mate. Two
bottles of rot gut liquor failed to do it either. He needed more than just a
raunchy phone call tonight – more than just the sound of her voice and his own
hand. The Wolverine needed to be satisfied on a far more primal level.
looked enough like Marie that he could fante ite it was her as she lay beneath
him. Surveying the slim pickings in this evening’s fight audience and finding
nobody satisfyingly close enough, he left the bar and headed across the street
following the strain of music drifting out of the town’s other watering hole.
Opening the door
and walking in Logan was immediatelybardbarded with the throbbing hum of the
over-amplified music and the aroma of a hundred different perfumes and colognes
overlaid with a hint of sweat from the crowd gyrating on the packed dance
floor.
The place may
have been teeming with people, but a familiar scent filtered through the
throng. He targeted her at the bar and maneuvered his way through the
undulating bodies, her spicy scent became more enticing the closer he moved to
her. Logan slid onto the bar stool next to her and watched as she casually
speared the olive in her martini, then brought it up to her mouth and sensuously
sucked it in.
“So what’s your
sign?” Logan asked jokingly.
“Yield,” she
replied coquettishly and fluttered dar dark lashes at him.
Logan let out a
low laugh. Her deep brown eyes flickered with amusement and if it weren’t for
the wrong scent, Logan would’ve sworn the woman perched on the stool next to
him was Marie. Mystique had resurfaced and obviously still wanted to play and
Logan was horny enough to want to be toyed with.
“Can I buy you a
drink?”
MystiqueMarie
raised her martini glass.
“Can I buy you
another one then?” Logan asked as he
tossed her a look that was known to melt women even at great distances, but was
particularly effective close up.
“You don’t have
to get me drunk first,” *Marie* informed him in a southern-accented voice as
she dragged her eyes appreciatively over the well-defined muscles of his chest,
showcased so magnificently in a tight black t-shirt.
Logan took her
hand, placed it against his erection, leaned over and whispered against her
ear, “So, can I show you something in your size?”
Mystique felt
the shiver of anticipation all the way down to her toes and a rush of wetness
between her legs. Logan immediately detected the pheromones that were wafting
off of her and began to lose what little grip he had left on the man as the
animal that needed to be sated rose closer to the surface.
“If you stop
this time, I’ll do something to you that even your healing factor won’t be able
to fix,” she warned without realizing just how far ‘gone’ he was by this time.
Pressing her
hand firmer against his hard-on, Logan asked, “Do you think I could stop, even
if I wanted to?”
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It was then that
Mystique caught the look of pure heat in his eyes that revealed the barely
restrained passion for the one she was impersonating, the implicitness of his
appreciation crystal clear and she acknowledged her acceptance with a slight
dip of her head. It wasn’t often that
an opportunity like this came knocking, and Mystique was definitely an opportunist,
if nothing else. So she’d have to be the brat, the degradation and humiliation
would be worth it if it meant getting him in the sack. She may have fought him
with everything she had in her that night at the Statue, but all she’d really
wanted to do was peel off that leather uniform and ride him hard. She wasn’t
about to let something as inconsequential as being on opposing sides interfere
with her own needs – and she needed him. Needed him to pound into her and make
her scream his name – even if it meant letting him pretend she was someone
else. It seemed rather a small price to pay for the pleasure she knew she’d
derive from the experience.
“Let’s go,” she
said as she eased off the barstool and started to walk toward the exit.
After a
heartbeat, when he didn’t appear to be following, she turned around and saw
that one side of his mouth was turned up in a sexy half smile and realized that
he was watching the way she moved. Counterfeit soft brown eyes met the heated
hazel eyes of a hunter stalking his prey and Mystique felt another rush of
wetness pool between her legs. She hoped they’d make it to a bed, as it would
be inconvenient to be arrested for public indecency. Mystique chewed on her
bottom lip the way she’d seen Marie do it and it had an immediate effect on
Logan as he was off the bar stool instantly and in two long strides had her
gathered in his arms.
Logan lowered
his mouth to hers, but instead of the hard kiss he knew she was expecting he
simply brushed his lips gently over hers. Mystique ran her fingertips over her
tingling lips and then quickly regaining her composure she put her hand on the
back of his head and pulled him to her for a decidedly more passionate kiss.
She was rather pleased with herself when he was just as breathless as her when
they finally parted, even though she knew he’d convinced himself she was
someone else.
“If you’d prefer
my bed to up against the wall in the alley, we’d better go now,” Logan said
huskily.
Once they were
in his room Mystique realized that he probably had a specific fantasy about the
way he wanted Marie to act, so she fought the urge to just rip his clothes off
and instead let him take the lead. She was right as he started to slowly strip
her, dusting each piece of exposed skin with a heated kiss. When he released
just enough of one claw to slice open the front of her bra and then leaned down
to flick his tongue across one exposed nipple she felt herself go weak in the
knees. He trailed a path of teasing kisses down onto her stomach and then
lower, until he was on his knees before her. She watched as he hooked his
fingers into the band of her panties and then slowly lowered them down her
legs. She stepped out of them and daintily kicked them aside as he leaned
toward the junction of her thighs and inhaled her scent.
“Logan,” she murmured
in a low breathy voice.
He moaned *her*
name in response as his mouth descended on her. She threaded her fingers
through his thick dark hair as he stroked her with his tongue, ripples of
pleasure shot through her like tiny jolts of electricit she she surrendered to
him completely. He gave a firm suck on her clit and she came hard and
shamelessly. When he stood up and stripped off the black t-shirt ~ revealing
Mystique practically had another orgasm. Logan took his wallet out of
the back pocket of his jeans and placed it on the nightstand. He’d barely
unbuttoned the faded jeans, slid the zipper down and dropped them to carpet
before Mystique pounced on him and began exploring his magnificent physique
with both her hands and her mouth. She peppered his chest wopenopen-mouthed
kisses as one hand went toess ess his perfect ass and the other one stroked his
thick cock. He was so hard that she was tempted to ask if somehow *it* had been
enhanced with adamantium too.
Mystique wasn’t
sure if she shoult ont on her knees and suck him off, as that move seemed to be
what made him stop and boot her out the last time, but his hands on her
shoulders and giving her a gentle push in that direction told her apparently
that was what he wanted this time. She knelt in front of him and gave the head
a peripheral lick trying to decide whether to be the amateur she knew the brat
was or to give him one hell of a blowjob. Egotism took precedence and she
proceeded to lick and suck him expertly. She took great satisfaction in a job
well done when he growled and emptied himself down her throat only moments
later.
Logan pulled her
to her feet, hauled her against him and swooped down on her mouth for a
scorching kiss – his tongue tangling with hers, as they tasted each other’s
essence.
life kissing this man.
As she hadn’t
been thrown down and mounted fiercely, Mystique realized that Logan intended to
make love to her and not just fuck her senseless.
Mystique had no
delusions that he was thinking about her instead of the real Marie, but the
craving for him overwhelmed any sense of pride. Still wrapped around each
other, they made their way over to the bed where Logan lowered them down gently
– never breaking the intimate contact of their mouths. Logan finally released
his hold on her lips to trail his mouth along her jawline and then down onto
her throat. Mque que tilted her head slightly, exposing her jugular vein as
Logan began licking the creamy skin where her pulse throbbed.
sculpted muscles of his chest, combing through the crisp dark hair as his mouth
abandoned her throat and moved lower.
He cupped her breasts in his large hands and when she thrust them up in
invitation he nibbled on one rosy tip before drawing it into the warmth of his
mouth and sucking on it gently. Logan
favored the other nipple with the same attention before planting a row of soft
kisses down onto her stomach, stopping to swirl his tongue into the crevice of
her navel before heading lower.
Mystique propped
herself up on her elbows and said, “I want you in me – now!”
“What’s yer
hurry, darlin’ – we’ve got all night,” he replied with a mischievous wink and then
proceeded to sink his tongue into her.
The exquisite
pleasure surging through her effectively ended her protests as she shattered in
a second powerful orgasm. Mystique knew
that Logan probably didn’t spend this much time on foreplay with his usual bedmates.
She sensed that prior to his interest in the brat he was more the ‘hump and
dump’ type – more concerned with simply ‘getting off’ than about the art of
lovemaking. She hoped that the little brat would appreciate the exception he
would be making for her.
When Logan
reached over to his wallet on the nightstand and retrieved a small square
packet, Mystique knew her waiting to be penetrated was over.
He ripped open
the packet, removed the latex disc and quickly rolled it on. Then brushing his
lips against her ear he whispered, “Tell me what you want, Marie.”
“I want you
inside of me, ” *Marie* replied, voi voice almost a plea.
Logan nudged her
legs apart and positioning himself at her entrance proclaimed, “I love you,
baby.” as he slid home.
Mystique arched
her back and raised her hips slightly in order to encourage him to penetrate
her deeper and he complied with a strong plunge that embedded him to the hilt.
Logan put his hands on her waist and began thrusting as she rotated her hips in
small circles and rose up to meet each thrust. Mystique couldn’t remember the
last time a man, or a woman for that matter, had made love to her instead of
merely just fucking her and she was going to milk as
much enjoyment out of this as she possibly could. She writhed beneath him as he drove into her again and
again – moaning *her* name, which Mystique conveniently ignored. If he could
get lost in the fantasy, so could she.
Several hours
and many mutual orgasms later they lay snuggling – a first for Mystique and she
guessed a first for Logan as well. He
murmured *her* name once more before drifting off to sleep and one lone tear
slid down Mystique’s cheek before sleep claimed her too.
Logan woke up
the next morning to discover that Mystique had already left.
throw her out.
He
got dressed and sat down on the edge of the rumpled bed – the scene of the
crime - and put his head into his hands. How could he have been so stupid to
have surrendered to Mystique of all women? He chastised himself for his lack of
self-control.
I just
told Marie I loved her and then I go out and fuck someone else – how could I be
such a complete bastard?
Just then the
familiar ‘You’ve got mail’ broke the silence. Instinctively he knew it was
Marie and he just couldn’t ** he* her yet. Instead he grabbed his wallet off
the nightstand, stuffed it into the back pocket of his jeans and left the room.
He walked down
to the corner diner and ordered a big breakfast. Lingering over his third cup
of coffee, he realized that he was avoiding going back to the room, knowing her
message was waiting innocently for him.
He’d have to stay away from her until the guilt no longer gnawed at his
gut.
He walked around
until he was bored and finally returned to the room. Clicking on her message he
hoped it wame tme trivial piece of news because he didn’t think he could deal
with anything sexual at this point. The message’s subject line read:
what?
Logan glanced
down at the body of the message and drew in a sharp breath – it contained only
five words:
I CAN CONTROL
IT ~ SURPRISE!
Oh Jesus fucking Christ!