The air inside Book Soup was thick with the scent of the book-lined shelves and freshly brewed coffee. Frankie, a seasoned historian with a penchant for the provocative, stood at the podium, his green eyes scanning the room as he regaled the audience with highlights from his latest work, Freud and Everyday Political Life.

His voice, smooth and articulate, wove through the crowd, drawing them into the intricate dance of psychology and politics. Yet, even as he spoke, his gaze kept drifting toward a chic and lithe figure seated near the back.

She was a vision, perhaps a quirky one, but still a vision. Her petite frame was flattered by a designer dress that hugged her curves, and reached only as far as her thighs. Her shoulder-length auburn hair cascaded in loose waves, and her bright brown eyes sparkled with an intelligence that matched her striking appearance.

Frankie’s heart skipped a beat as his eyes lingered on her very small, perky breasts, his mind silently imagining what they would feel like in his hands…or his mouth. Her whimsical style, a mix of playful accessories and professional demeanor, only added to her charm. She was a contradiction—both composed and seemingly playful. Frankie found himself captivated from 30 feet away.

As the reading ended, Frankie stepped down from the podium, his mind racing. He signed books and exchanged pleasantries with admirers, but his thoughts kept returning to HER. She was engaged in a conversation with another patron, her expressive eyes animated as she spoke. Frankie took a deep breath, his heart thumping, and made his way toward her.

He approached her and confessed, “You know,” he began, his voice low, “I’ve been stealing glances at you all evening. There’s something about you, that intrigues me. I find myself incredibly drawn to you. Now that I have established myself as still one more male pig, hello. I’m Frankie Damon. As you can guess, I’m a writer.”

Her eyes widened in surprise at his boldness and his smoothness, but a soft smile played on her lips. “Well, Frankie,” she replied, her voice a sultry purr, “I must admit, the feeling is mutual. You have a way about you that’s hard to resist. I’m Joanie McAllister. I’m an attorney.”

Frankie felt a surge of confidence. “Are you feeling adventurous, Joanie? Would you like to come back to my place? It’s up in the Hollywood Hills. We could continue this little conversation in a more... intimate setting. An elegant gathering for two?”

Joanie hesitated for a moment. This kind of shit wasn’t safe in LA. Her bright eyes studied him. Then, an unafraid glint appeared, and she nodded. “I’d like that, Frankie,” she said.

The drive to Frankie’s house, nearly all the way down Sunset, was filled with sexual tension and anticipation. Frankie’s heart raced as he pulled into his driveway, his mind already wandering to the possibilities that awaited them.

He led Joanie inside, the house bathed in the soft glow of dim lighting. Joanie was awe-struck. The eclectic mix of books, art, and antiques that filled the room seemed to suggest that she had tripped up on a complex personality—intellectual, responsive to beauty, and if the expensive Helmut Newton photographs were any indication, deeply sensual. One wall even contained a print depicting the 36,000-year-old Altamira cave paintings.

“This place is amazing,” Joanie remarked, her eyes taking in the surroundings. “It’s just like you—curated and full of surprises.”

Frankie smiled, stepping closer to her. “And I have a feeling you’re full of surprises, too,” he murmured, his hand reaching up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Joanie’s breath hitched, her eyes locking onto his. He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, tender kiss. It was a kiss that promised more, a kiss that set the stage for what was to come.

Their bodies pressed together, the heat rising between them. Frankie’s hands roamed over Joanie’s curves, his fingers tracing the outline of her dress, his cock throbbing with pure want. Joanie’s breath came in short gasps, her body arching into his touch. She reached up, her fingers tangling his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. She said to herself, “Oh my God, stick a goddam fork in me, I’m done!”

They stumbled toward the bedroom, their hands exploring each other along the way. Frankie’s fingers found the zipper of Joanie’s dress, slowly pulling it down, revealing her creamy skin inch by inch. He pushed the dress off her shoulders, letting the garment pool at her feet. She stood before him in a lacy bra and minuscule matching thong, her small breasts rising and falling with each breath.

Frankie’s eyes roamed over her body, his cock straining against his pants. He reached out, his fingers tracing the lace of her bra, his thumb brushing against her nipple. Joanie gasped, her body arching into his touch. He leaned down, his lips capturing her nipple through the lace, his tongue swirling around the hardened peak. Such sweet, small titties, he thought. Joanie moaned, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

Frankie sat her down on his bed. Frankie dropped to his knees, and his hands moved to her thong, his fingers hooking into the waistband, slowly removing it. Then he looked up at her, his eyes locked on hers as he pulled the thong down, revealing her perfect pussy and her little heart-shaped bush. His lips trailed kisses down her stomach, his tongue dipping into her navel. He plunged lower and his tongue traced the length of her wet slit. Joanie spread her legs further apart, and Frankie’s fingers parted her folds. Joanie trembled with anticipation.

“Fuck, Frankie,” she whispered, her voice thick with desire. “I want you.”

Frankie laid her back across the bed and then his tongue delved into her neat little folds. Tasty folds. And his fingers and mouth deftly worked her clit. Joanie’s kitten-like moans filled the room, her body writhing under his touch. He could feel her getting closer, her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps. He increased the pressure, his tongue and fingers working in tandem, pushing her over the edge. Joanie’s body convulsed, her orgasm ripping through her, her scream of pleasure echoing through the room.

Frankie stood up, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss. He could still taste her little pussy in his mouth. He pulled back, his eyes locked on hers as he quickly undressed, his cock springing free, hard and ready. Joanie’s eyes widened, her tongue licking her lips in anticipation.

“You’re so beautiful,” Frankie murmured, his voice hoarse with desire.

Joanie pushed him back onto the bed, her body straddling his. She leaned down, her lips capturing his in a fierce kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth. She sat up, her hands roaming over his chest, her fingers tweaking his nipples. Frankie’s body pressed upward into her touch, his cock throbbing with need.

Joanie’s hands moved lower, her fingers wrapping around his cock, her thumb rubbing against the sensitive tip. Frankie’s body bucked, his hips thrusting into her touch. She smiled as she lowered her body. She positioned her entrance above his cock, lowering herself until his cock filled her little cave.

“Oh fuck, Joanie,” Frankie groaned, his hands gripping her hips. “You feel so good.”

Joanie began to move, her hips rolling, her body riding his cock. The room was filled with the sound of their bodies slapping together, their moans and gasps echoing off the walls. Frankie could feel his orgasm building, his body tensing, his breath coming in short gasps. He reached up, his hands cupping her small breasts, his thumbs rubbing against her nipples.

Joanie’s body tensed, her orgasm ripping through her, her pussy clenching around his cock, milking him, pushing him over the edge. “Fuck, I’m close,” Frankie growled, his voice thick with need. “Through clenched teeth she muttered, "Listen to me fucker. You cum when I tell you to cum. Do you understand?" Now Frankie liked the sound of that. It looked like this might be turning a little kinky, but he was down for that.

After she slammed her pussy down onto his cock a few more times like she was riding a little pony, she spat out, “Cum now. Cum now for little Joanie, bitch!" And Frankie did not disappoint, splashing jet after jet of cum into her eager twat.

Joanie’s body collapsed onto his, her breath coming in ragged gasps. But their night was far from over. As they lay there recuperating for a few minutes, their bodies began to slowly stir, their desire reigniting. Frankie’s hand roamed over Joanie’s body, his fingers tracing her curves, his cock hardening against her thigh. Joanie turned into him, her eyes filled with lust, her body ready for more.

This time, it was Frankie who took the lead. He pushed Joanie onto her back, his body covering hers. He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock teasing her, rubbing against her clit. Joanie’s hips bucked, her body begging for more. He smiled, then his lips captured hers in a fierce kiss as he thrust into her, his cock filling her.

“Harder, Frankie,” Joanie whispered, her voice pleading. “Fuck me harder. Oh, fuck!”

Frankie’s cock pounded into her tight pussy. The bed creaked beneath them as their bodies moved in a frenzied rhythm. Joanie was getting her sweet pussy pounded. Her moans filled the room, her body trembling with each thrust. Frankie’s hands gripped her tiny ass, his fingers digging into her soft skin as he drove into her with relentless force.

“You like that, don’t you?” Frankie growled, his breath hot against her ear. “You like my cock reaming your tight little pussy?”

“Yes,” Joanie whimpered, her voice barely audible. “Fuck, yes. Do me! Do me!”

Frankie’s body tensed, his orgasm building to an explosive climax. He reached between her legs, his fingers finding her clit, his thumb rubbing it in quick circles.

Joanie was on the precipice. Frankie then barked his order, “You don’t cum unto I tell you to cum, bitch. Got it?” “Ok,” Joanie murmured like a little kitten. “I’ll be good.”

Frankie pounded her steadily for another couple of minutes, with Joanie fighting to hold back her orgasm. Tears formed in her eyes, and she shouted, “I won’t come! I won’t come! I promise I won’t come!"

Then Frankie relented, “Come now Book Soup whore! Let it out, bitch! Come for Frankie!” At that, Joanie’s body convulsed, her orgasm ripping through her, her pussy clenching around his cock, milking him, pushing him over the edge. He came with a roar, his body convulsing, his cock pulsing, his cum load spilling into her.

They lay there, their bodies entwined, their breath coming in ragged gasps. Frankie could feel Joanie’s heart pounding against his chest, her body still trembling with the aftermath of her orgasm. He pulled out of her, his body rolling to the side, his arm pulling her close. They lay there, their bodies pressed together, their limbs entwined.

Frankie brought Joanie a tumbler of ice water. She drank greedily while Frankie drank one down himself. They eyed each other like two exhausted prize fighters. But there seemed to be no end to this night. As they lay there for half an hour nuzzling each other, their bodies began to stir again, their desire reigniting.

This time, Joanie pushed Frankie onto his back, her body straddling his once more. She leaned down, her lips capturing his in a fierce kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth. She sat up, her hands roaming over his chest, her fingers tweaking his nipples. Frankie’s body arched into her touch, his cock throbbing with need. This bitch is working me over, Frankie thought.

Joanie’s hands moved lower, her fingers wrapping around Frankie’s cock, her thumb rubbing against the sensitive tip. Frankie’s body bucked, his hips thrusting into her touch. I have to keep up, he thought. She smiled, her body lowering, her pussy rubbing against his cock. She positioned herself above his cock, her body slowly lowering, until his cock filled her again.

The night was a blur of passion. They fucked into the early morning hours, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Frankie came three times, his body convulsing, his cock pulsing, his man juice spilling into Joanie. And Joanie, the multi-orgasmic legal goddess, came four, maybe five times, her body trembling, her pussy clenching around his cock, milking him, pushing him over the edge.

As the first light of dawn began to filter through the curtains, they lay there, their bodies still entwined. Frankie looked at Joanie, her body glistening with sweat, her hair a wild mess, her eyes filled with fatigue and satisfaction. He had never seen anyone so beautiful, so captivating, so utterly fucking amazing. And he knew, in that moment, that he had found something unique, something that he never wanted to surrender!

Joanie looked at Frankie, her body still trembling with the aftermath of her last orgasm, her mind still reeling from the night they had just shared. She had never experienced anything like it, never felt so connected, so in tune, SO FUCKING TIRED!

Frankie was unlike anyone she had ever met, his passion, his intensity, his ability to push her over the edge and beyond, was something she had never experienced before. She had had plenty of cock in her time…and bigger cock…but never better cock! She knew, in that moment, that she had found something that she never wanted to end.

As they lay there, their bodies sated and exhausted, they knew that this was just the beginning, the start of something incredible and unforgettable. They had found each other. He had had her. She had had him.

But for now, they lay there, their minds finally at peace. They had both gotten far more than they had bargained for.