#Mountain cabernet

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Sapphic Splendor

At the time I bought these, they were a bit of an oddity. Relatively unknown winery–known as pretty much a zin & blend house–down in the then-new tin city by the river in Healdsburg. They didn’t make cab every year and I had never visited. I found a few bottles at Tip Top Liquor by the railroad tracks headed out Dry Creek Valley on sale and gave it a try. HOLY WOW. Went back and cleaned out the…

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La Jota Cabernet Franc ~ Wine of the Day

From high atop Napa Valley’s Howell Mountain, La Jota Vineyard reveals the region’s mineral-rich red volcanic soils in its expressive Cabernet Franc. Elevations here reach from 1400 feet to upwards of 2500 feet above sea level. High elevations keep fruit cool throughout the evenings and mornings, locking in freshness before sunshine-filled days help ripen the fruit, concentrating the juicy,…

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Summit Elegance: Unveiling the Allure of Howell Mountain Cabernet

Nestled within the acclaimed Howell Mountain AVA in Napa Valley, Howell Mountain Cabernet stands as a testament to the extraordinary terroir that defines this region. Handcrafted with precision and passion, Howell Mountain Cabernet Sauvignon by Handwritten Wines captures the essence of this elevated appellation, delivering a vinous experience that reflects both the altitude and artistry involved in its production.

The Essence of Howell Mountain Terroir:

Howell Mountain, known for its rugged beauty, boasts elevations ranging from 1,400 to 2,200 feet, offering a unique environment for grape cultivation. The volcanic soils that grace the mountain contribute to the distinctive flavors found in Howell Mountain Cabernet. The grapes, exposed to the region's diurnal temperature shifts and well-drained soils, produce wines with a rare combination of power and elegance.

Handwritten Wines, a steward of Howell Mountain's terroir, embraces the challenges and rewards of cultivating grapes at such heights. The winery's commitment to sustainable and mindful viticulture ensures that each bottle encapsulates the pure expression of Howell Mountain's allure.

A Symphony of Flavors: Tasting Howell Mountain Cabernet:

Uncorking a bottle of Howell Mountain Cabernet is like opening a door to a world where richness and finesse dance in harmony. The primary keyword, Howell Mountain Cabernet, aptly describes the wine's character. This Cabernet Sauvignon variety from Handwritten Wines captivates with bold, structured tannins and a medley of dark fruit flavors, often accompanied by notes of cedar, graphite, and a touch of minerality.

The secondary keyword, Howell Mountain Cabernet Sauvignon, underlines the specificity of the grape variety used by Handwritten Wines. This grape, grown at high altitudes, imparts a unique intensity and complexity to the wine. The tasting experience is a journey through layers of complexity, revealing the mountain's influence in every sip.

Handwritten Wines: Crafting Summit Elegance:

At the heart of this exploration is Handwritten Wines, a boutique winery committed to the art of handcrafting exceptional wines. Their Howell Mountain Cabernet Sauvignon is a testament to the meticulous care taken at every stage of the winemaking process.

From the vineyards perched on Howell Mountain's slopes to the careful selection of grapes, Handwritten Wines takes pride in producing wines that reflect the true essence of the terroir. The winery's dedication to sustainable practices ensures a harmonious relationship with the land, preserving the integrity of the Howell Mountain AVA for future generations.

Food Pairings and Culinary Symphony:

Howell Mountain Cabernet is a versatile companion at the dining table. Its robust structure and bold flavors make it an ideal partner for a variety of dishes. From a perfectly grilled steak to a decadent chocolate dessert, the wine's complexity enhances the dining experience.

Handwritten Wines, with their Howell Mountain Cabernet Sauvignon, encourages wine enthusiasts to experiment with pairings, exploring the interplay of flavors between the wine and diverse cuisines. Whether enjoyed in solitude or shared with friends, each sip becomes an opportunity to savor the summit elegance that defines Howell Mountain Cabernet.

Handwritten Wines and Howell Mountain Cabernet's Legacy:

As we raise a glass to Howell Mountain Cabernet by Handwritten Wines, it's essential to acknowledge the rich legacy of this wine within the broader context of Napa Valley's winemaking history. The evolution of Howell Mountain Cabernet reflects not only advancements in viticulture and winemaking but also the ongoing commitment to preserving the unique terroir of this mountainous region.

Handwritten Wines, with their artisanal approach, contributes to this legacy by producing wines that stand as a testament to the heights that Howell Mountain Cabernet can reach. The winery's commitment to quality and sustainability ensures that each bottle represents not just a moment in time but a continuation of a storied tradition.

Conclusion: A Toast to Howell Mountain Cabernet:

In conclusion, Summit Elegance is more than a phrase; it is a sensory experience encapsulated in every bottle of Howell Mountain Cabernet, particularly by Handwritten Wines. The allure of this wine lies not just in its bold flavors and structured tannins but in the story it tells—the story of a mountain, a terroir, and the hands that carefully craft each vintage.

As we unravel the layers of Howell Mountain Cabernet, we discover a wine that mirrors the grandeur of its origin. Handwritten Wines invites us to savor the summit elegance, to appreciate the intersection of nature and craftsmanship, and to celebrate the unique spirit of Howell Mountain Cabernet. So, raise your glass, and with each sip, embark on a journey to the summit of elegance in the world of fine wines.

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Two Expressive BC Wines To Entice Your Palate

Two Expressive BC Wines To Entice Your Palate @BlueMtnWinery @HesterCreek @bcwine #bcwine #bcvqa #somm #winewriter #winelover

Today I decided to pull two bottles that I received from two different wineries.  Not because they were the same grape variety or style, but because I enjoy the wines from these wineries and I was interested to taste these two wines.  Sauvignon Blanc is a refreshing white wine with bright acidity.  Rosé wines as well can also be, but have an additional layer of red fruit flavours and a touch of…

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Our Moon Mountain wines club offers you the chance to receive monthly two or four-bottle shipments of wine that have been hand-selected by our team along with a tasting mat to hone your tasting skills, recommended pairings for the wines, and information about the Moon Mountain District.

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“dressing down” - aaron hotchner x fem!reader

after a party at rossi’s, you and aaron get ready for bed. you may or may not be sober. 

tw: tipsy reader! mentions of food & alcohol, kissy kissy but no smut teehee sorry

wc: 1.5k

a/n: read dressing up here, but it’s not necessary to enjoy this!

You carry your heels, pinched between your fingers, as you stumble into your apartment. You wait for Aaron to lock the door before you grab him by the lapel of his suit jacket. Your lips crash into his, and his gigantic hands are on your hips instantly, a chemical reaction. Your kisses are sloppy and off-center, hitting the corners of his mouth, his Cupid’s bow, his chin. Your laugh floats into his mouth. 

He’s backing you up, towards the bedroom, and your shoes clatter on the floor. You didn’t even realize you let them go. Your belly is full of Rossi’s bolognese, paired with three glasses of Cabernet Sauvignon - or was it four? Your shapewear is stretched from your slightly bloated stomach, but you’re not thinking about that right now. Your mind is totally clouded - Aaron, Aaron, Aaron, and nothing else.

One hand cradles your face - his hands are so huge. His entire palm covers half of your face, angled and creating space for your ear between his fingers, and his thumb applies the slightest bit of pressure to your earlobe. He’s pressing that raw spot where your earring sits. The feeling brings a melting pot of discomfort and ridiculous pleasure as the gold hoop earring shifts under his touch.

 “You had a lot to drink tonight,” Aaron says between kisses as his other hand shoves the bedroom door open. 

Thank god Jack is at a sleepover tonight. 

“So what?” you whisper nonchalantly, backing up towards the bed. You break your mouth from his and trace your index finger across his upper lip. 

“So, you’re going to have a massive headache in the morning,” he says, prodding your knee with his. You plop down on the edge of the platform bed and bite your lip for a moment. “Might be better to try and get ahead of it.”

“What’s that s’posed to mean?” you ask, your state of mind catching up with you. The world around you moves in slow motion, like someone spilled molasses all over it. “I feel fine.”

“Oh, yeah?” Aaron nudges your foot with his and you spread your legs a little so he can stand between them. Your dress is an entirely unladylike position, hiking up as your boyfriend rakes his meaty fingers through your hair. “What’s the square root of one hundred and forty-four?” 

“Ask me something I’d know sober,” you snicker, a sound that mutates into a tiny mewl when you feel Aaron’s stupidly large hands brush your hair off your neck. His lips are honey, tongue jutting out carelessly and dabbing at your skin, like he just wants a little taste. 

“Don’t you want to just get in your pajamas and go to sleep?” Aaron just knows everything, doesn’t he? You shrug his obsidian suit jacket over his mountainous shoulders and toss it aside. 

“I definitely want out of these clothes,” you whisper. 

Aaron pulls his head back, looking down at you. His thumb presses into your chin and he nods, leaning down to kiss your forehead so tenderly that you forget how insatiably hungry you were for him when you walked through the door. 

Maybe you do just want to get in your pajamas and go to sleep. 

It’s not that you don’t like having sex with Aaron. It’s sex with Aaron, for crying out loud. It’s always good. 

But your belly’s full, and you’re starting to wind down from the Poor Decision Making level of drunk and into the Introspective and Zoning Out level of drunk. 

Aaron notices this shift as he walks to the dresser, pulling out two pairs of your matched pajama sets. “Kittens or… what are these? Donuts?” he chuckles lowly. 

Plus, he wouldn’t have gone through with anything, anyway. Not when you’re intoxicated and he isn’t. 

“Donuts,” you answer, smoothing out your dress and self-consciously crossing your ankles. You’re dangling from the tall bed. 

He brings your pajamas over to you and stands in front of you again. He presses the front strand of your hair between his thumb and forefinger. “I love you, Y/N. You know that, don’t you?” 

“I know, baby,” you coo, looking up at him and feeling a slow smile laze across your face, like a cat on a windowsill. “I love you, too.” 

“Want me to get your zipper?” he asks, gesturing to the new dress you’d gotten specifically for this evening. 

“No zipper,” you say rather articulately, then lift your arms up over your head with the same gait as a marionette. “It’s a pull-over type deal.” 

Aaron gives a small chuckle and takes this as permission to remove your dress, gathering it at the bottom hem and pulling it off delicately. You’re left in your shapewear and your bra as he tosses it in the laundry hamper. “Think you gotta stand up for this next bit, honey,” Aaron says, tugging on the waistband of the shorts you wore beneath the dress and snapping them against your torso. 

You rise unceremoniously to your feet, placing your hands on Aaron’s shoulders as he takes a knee, helping you step out of the shorts one leg at a time. You’re moving slowly and concentrating hard on not falling over, and when you’re finally only in your undergarments, Aaron stands and smiles appreciatively down at your form. 

“Hi,” you say to him, watching his eyes travel down your chest, your belly, your legs. You don’t mind that he’s ogling you - you’ve been together a while, so it’s nice to know he still thinks you’re beautiful. Aaron’s brown eyes snap up to meet yours. 

“Hi,” he whispers. 

“Come here often?” you attempt a lame joke, flipping your hair with your hand. 

“To our bedroom?” Aaron teases, catching your wrist and kissing the inside of it. 

You feel your knees wobble a little, and you have to perch yourself on the edge of the bed again so you don’t fall over. Aaron’s kissing up your forearm, along your bicep and your shoulder and your collarbone, a grand tour of your arm where the big finale is at your neck. 

“Love you,” he rasps between kisses. You’re grabbing his white dress shirt and blindly trying to unclasp the buttons. “Love you so much, honey.” 

“Angel,” you murmur, just barely above a whisper. 

Aaron pulls back to look at you quizzically, with an amused incline of his head. “You want me to call you angel?” he asks. 

You shake your head. “No, you’re the angel,” you tell him. 

His cheeks blush furiously red at this, and he shakes his head. Bashful was never a word you used to describe your boyfriend, but here he is. A tall, brick wall of a man, looking at you sideways, like what you said is the most out of pocket compliment he’s ever received. Maybe it is. “I’m an angel?” 

“You’re an angel,” you confirm like it’s merely common sense, finally undoing the last button and shrugging his shirt off. “You’re an angel. You’re my angel,” you tell him.

Aaron’s chest is full and hairy and scarred and broad, and you grab him by the shoulders and tug him down so you can kiss him again. He’s hunched over to meet your level, his hands hot as a brand as they press firm into the small of your back.  

“I’m your angel,” he repeats slowly, like they’re brand new words, like he’s never heard them in any capacity before. You run your thumbs along the column of his throat, feeling the words vibrate against your fingertips. 

You kiss him slowly, letting your tongue part his lips. You lap him up in slow motion, like you’re in a chocolate commercial, and Aaron’s hands are gliding to your hips. The pads of his fingers press circles into the pudginess there, eliciting an alto moan from you that he directly swallows. 

Aaron’s back must ache from standing at a hunch, because he pulls back, tenderly squeezing your hips. “D’you want your…” he trails off, a soft laugh escaping him. He points to your bedclothes and snaps his fingers until the word comes to him. “Your pajamas?” 

You giggle girlishly and nod. Aaron helps you into them delicately, like you’re made of fine china, and you pad barefoot into the ensuite bathroom. As you wipe off your makeup, Aaron changes into his pajamas - blue and green, plaid flannel pants, and a George Washington University t-shirt. 

You emerge from the bathroom with a bare face, too exhausted to go through your skincare routine. Instead, you stalk with laden bones over to Aaron and wrap your arms around his torso. His hands are pressed against your back in an instant and he kisses the top of your hair. 

Again, that physical hunger has dissipated from the both of you, and you’re stripped back. You love nights like this, when you see the acoustic version of Aaron, in all his softness. When his edges are sanded down this way, you are privy to a version of himself he saves only for home, for nights like this, when you come home tipsy and take a million detours on the road to bed. 

“Love you, angel,” you murmur as Aaron embraces you. 

“Love you, too, honey,” Aaron’s voice rumbles. “Let’s go to sleep, shall we?” 

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Stay

Harry catches feelings for the girl he’s been hooking up with

Waterfalls

Harry gets a bit possessive at a pool party and Y/N is needy

Crush

Harry and Y/N both have a crush on each other

Indigo

Harry hates Y/N. She’s sure of it.

Backstage Business

The adrenaline on stage can be felt all over. Especially once he gets off.

Watermelon Sugar

“It’s about the female orgasm.”

Cry Me a River

When mean dom Y/N comes out to play

Toxic

When Harry just can’t help himself when Y/N is around… single or not.

Do You Feel Me Now

Part II to Toxic

Helping Hand

Y/N helped Harry, and now it’s her turn.

Arrogant Son of a Bitch

Harry’s an alpha with a particular sensitive sense of smell and ambition that won’t quit.

Selfish. Part II

Harry’s taken his best friend’s heart for granted for far too long

Through My Eyes

Harry takes pictures, Y/N has a secret and they have a project to do

Devilish

Y/N and Harry up to some devilish, dirty antics

Cozy

Harry is cozy. Or, Mountain Manrry author and hairdresser Y/N

Deep Inside

Werewolf!Harry is tired of waiting.

Sea View

Sugar baby!H relieves some stress from sugar mommy!Y/N, with a sea view.

Scarred

Harry and Y/N work as scare actors together- except no one has ever seen his real face.

In The Woods

Continuation of Scarred, Y/N and H make their way out to a new location for some fun

Baby, It’s Cold Outside

Y/N gets snowed in at Harry’s House. (Friends to lovers)

Caught

Y/N catches her best friend and roommate in a compromising position- one that changes the course of their friendship.

One More Night of Freedom

Harry’s been having second thoughts about his marriage and Y/N helps him make the decision he’s been contemplating

Stacy’s Mom

Stacy’s Mom has got it going on… and Harry’s taken notice. Or, older!Y/N

Growing Pains

Check in for Stacy’s Mom- Y/N has some hesitations

Bad Idea, Right?

It’s a bad idea, but she’s going to her exes party anyway.

Take Me Higher

Harry and Y/N on 4/20

Coconuts

Y/N and Harry on an island vacation… sun, sand, sex

Put Your Records On + Let Your Hair Down

pop star Y/N and rockstar H finally meet at an awards show after a string of near misses

Tis The Season

Breeding season, that is. Or, Wolfrry

Let It Burn

They’re equally as crazy, happy to burn it down

Pressing Questions

They’ve been teasing each other the whole honeymoon… or husbandrry can’t stop himself

Allure

Y/N is a good girl and Harry is a bad man, but they both kinda need each other. Right?… or psycho sugar daddyrry

Appetency

Harry’s got a reputation and he wants to prove Y/N wrong

Appetency II

Harry’s proving himself wrong and all the fun stuff

3:33

The demon who visits her room is tired of playing games

Merlot + Cabernet

“Do you come here often?” Or, Harry’s older and Y/N likes that more than she anticipated.

Moonflower

Harry and Y/N are witches ready to perform a ritual under the moon

Bite

Y/N visits a haunted house and meets a real monster

Dress

Harry is her brother’s best friend, and he’s tired of hiding their relationship.

Pierced Through the Heart

A confession, friends to lovers, softrry.

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Drabble: James and Sirius are tortured together

Just a little Saturday whump. A special thank-you to @blacleria and @fiendishfyre for suggesting and supporting the idea of Prongsfoot being tortured together ☺️

Somehow James starts talking about cannibalism, as one does in times of stress, of course.

“Sirius,” James whispered. “Are you awake?”

There was a short grunt. An affirmative. It was a relief to hear it, to know he wasn’t alone, but James also wished Sirius would simply sleep if only to escape their predicament for a few moments. The weight of Sirius’s head dropped heavily onto James’s shoulder.

They had left the gag in Sirius’s mouth and the blindfold on James. It was useful to their tormenters because Sirius couldn’t warn James of what was coming or who was about to receive pain next, forcing him to suffer the anticipation of James’s screams before James realized what was about to happen. James had to applaud the cleverness of something so simple, but he and Sirius were quick to learn a new language. Their hands were tied behind their backs, lashed with cords around their wrists, their fingers growing numb. Sirius would squeeze his hand once if it they were about to hurt James next but twice if they intended to hurt Sirius. When the Death Eaters had gone from the room, one squeeze also meant yes, but two meant no. And then sometimes Sirius pumped three times in a way that held no concrete meaning that James found himself parroting whenever he started to lose hope that they would make it out alive.

The Death Eaters insisted that the point of all of this was to turn one of them, but James knew better. It was Bellatrix Lestrange’s chance to humiliate Sirius before he died. She wanted to show Sirius what a fool he was for abandoning his family, for sullying his blood, for giving it all up for a bloodtraitor like James Potter. She wanted him to repent. But first, he had to suffer, which meant that if anyone were going to die in this place, it was going to be James, and if his instincts were correct, it was going to be bloody. Bellatrix had already cut into James’s torso and his arms to see him bleed—she had swiped her finger through James’s blood and smeared it over Sirius’s lips, urging him to taste what happened when good blood was defiled by a Mudblood.

But the time to die had not come yet. For now, they were alone again, breathing raggedly, their shoulders pressed together. Waiting.

“How’d I taste, then?” James croaked.

Sirius made a sound of confusion in his throat.

“My blood,” he clarified. “Did you like it?” Sirius growled, but James chuckled anyway. “C’mon, it’s funny. Squeeze once if you think it was good, twice if it was too salty.”

Instead, Sirius crushed his fingers. James grinned, resting the back of his skull against Sirius’s shoulder.

“If you were to pair it with a fine wine—”

Through the gag, Sirius snarled at him to shut up.

“What was that, Padfoot? You said a cabernet?” James turned his head and inhaled the smell of Sirius’s hair. “Or maybe a good whisky. Right, so here’s another question for you: would you eat me if I died and you were starving? Hypothetically, of course. Let’s say we were stranded in the middle of nowhere without food and I died before you. Would you eat me?”

James grinned weakly as a string of curses pushed through the wad in Sirius’s mouth. His swears were muffled but he made his fury obvious.

“No, don’t answer right away,” said James. “Remember the story about the Muggles whose airplane crashed on that mountain in South America? They were all friends, right? They promised each other they could eat their bodies so the survivors wouldn’t starve. So there it is, Paddy. You’ve got permission to eat me if you run out of food. In fact,” he added, “if you didn’t eat me, I’d be offended.”

Sirius began to wriggle in earnest, jerking at the bonds that tied their hands together. It was no use—their legs were bound to their chairs, and they had learned long ago that the chairs couldn’t be budged anyway. And even if they managed to untie themselves, the door was locked.

“Sirius, stop,” James snapped. “There’s no point. We’ll figure out another way.”

Blindfolded (which seemed rather unnecessary since his glasses had flown off ages ago), James failed to see that Sirius was crying. He could only feel that Sirius was trying to pull out of the ropes that cinched the two of them together, but now it was obvious that he was holding back sobs.

“Shh, Sirius, it’s all right,” James urged. His chest was tight as he heard Sirius struggling to breathe. “This—this’ll be over soon.”

It didn’t calm Sirius at all. He was saying something, but James didn’t understand.

“Sirius, stop moving. You’re making my fingers numb. Listen, to me,” he demanded, and Sirius stilled. “If you lean your head back and turn your face away, I could try getting the gag off with my teeth. Can you do that?”

Sirius squeezed his hand once. James felt him do as he was told, and James craned his neck as far as it would go, burying his face against soft hair. It felt a bit stupid fumbling around and feeling for the strip of cloth with his nose, but soon, he’d found it and sank his teeth in, wrenching down to get it past Sirius’s ears. Pain radiated around his neck in the awkward position. James grunted and pulled until finally it loosed; he heard Sirius spit out the wad of cloth that had been stuffed in his mouth.

“Fuck you, James,” Sirius rasped. “I’m not…I’m not going to eat you.”

James was sweating from his effort. He laughed, resting back against Sirius. To hear that voice again, desperate and miserable as it was, made him feel safe. He pumped their entwined hands three times, unable to find the words to convey his relief. Sirius signaled back, sighing.

“I suppose you could eat me if it came to it,” Sirius murmured.

“But you wouldn’t eat me. Reckon my blood’s dirty now?”

Sirius snorted. “Mine’s filthier than yours.” Then he huffed and nestled back against James, his breath warm against James’s ear. “Fine, if it’s what you want, I’ll eat you. But only if you swear you’d eat me if I died first.”

“Of course I would. I’m honored you’d let me, Padfoot.”

“Better you than the worms.”

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You want me exclusively

Dilf!König x Mechanic!Curvy!F!Reader (18+)

Summary: All thanks to your sister and her part-time job, you’ve found the man - your man. 

Warning: NOT FOR MINORS, age gap (late-20s & mid-40s), size difference, single dad (König is depicted without a hood), slight angst, smut, pussydrunk!König, possessive!f!reader, praising, boobs sucking, blowjob, dick slapping, cunnilingus, face sitting, fingering, flatiron position, unprotected sex, confession, etc. Word count: 6k6

NOTE(s):

In Badjhur we trust: better imagination (the scenario was different)

Just my dirty thoughts in the middle of the night :3

I'M TERRIBLY APOLOGIZE FOR ANY GRAMMAR AND LANGUAGE ERRS

His teeth were clenching and his eyes were wandering between the front door and the small, flaming cocoon in his hand, König was indeed panicking. With the phone pressed against his ear, he endlessly paced back and forth in the room, her heavy breathing made him lose his composure.

'Hello?' After a seemingly endless ring, a hoarse yet gentle voice spoke up from the other end of the line, causing relief washed over König.

"H-hey, it's me, I'm...I'm so sorry for calling you this late....." König stammered.

'Not at all, is everything alright?' His anxiety rocketed when the rustling sound of the mattress and your uneasy voice reached his ear. The man felt even more miserable for bothering his nanny at three in the morning like this.

"Jütte has a very high fever, I've tried to....I don't know...." Interrogation or generating briefing has never made him so nervous but in this current situation, his daughter was the only priority.

'I'll be there in a minute, the sweat might make her uncomfortable so you need to change her clothes' You calmly instructed König and patiently waited until he answered before hanging up and quickly stormed out of your flat. 

The firm knocks seemed to pull König out of the abyss, he marched to the door and opened it, maybe you overlooked ringing the bell due to such a rush. You stood there with your quickly combed hair, a spaghetti straps tank top stuck to your frame and a pair of rumpled dark loose jeans that’d definitely just been pulled out of your closet. The thin overshirt jacket with both sleeves rolled up and flops made you look so….accessible. The man jumped aside when he realized he was blocking the entrance.  Swiftly took the steaming little thing into your arms, you handed König the bag of medicine as if telling him to prepare it for her to drink. Both of you didn't say a word to each other, the only audible sound was the spoon hitting the cup on the kitchen island beside the difficult breathing of the cotton ball in your embrace.

After putting the girl in the crib with a chill towel placed on her forehead, you gently walked out to the living room where the man was sitting. His hands were clasped together so hard that knuckles were white, eyes closed as a mountain of man sat immobile on a stool in the kitchen.

"I've already put her to sleep, she’ll be as good as new tomorrow" You gently approached, afraid of startling him.

"Mir geht es gut, I really owe you a lot." König's eyes opened to look at you, wrinkles in his eye sockets appearing as he smiled at you, "How about a drink?" The man stood up and turned towards the cabinet to take out the booze and two cabernet glasses.

"Don't think I should be wasted while at work, sir" You teased.

König just laughed and cocked his head at the empty space next to him. You both started drinking and chatting, he once again apologized for bothering you because the grandparents weren't here to help and you’ve to give him the look so he’d stop his guiltiness.

You understood that this little girl is indeed the light of his life, the sweet angel that god brought to him. König always reminded himself to love and care for his child until the day he no longer existed in this world. But you did not expect the man to open up about his last lover to you, have you managed to put him at ease?

As a Colonel in the military, with such a prestigious title, it's clear that his job is quite typical. Not just sitting at a desk with hundreds of paperwork with confidential stamps on or training rookies, deployments that last no less than a couple weeks and returning with new wounds without dying on the battlefield certainly not simple tasks. But that didn’t mean König lacked regard for his ex-fiancee because whenever possible, he always tried to spend all his time with her. About three years ago, returning home exhausted, König was given a big surprise - an ultrasound photo. Nothing could describe the man's explosive happiness at that moment. The colonel picked her up and twirled her around, unable to wait to marry her.

Baby, a baby 

The first time you met König, besides his broad shoulders and impressive height, you were truly captivated by those mesmerized gray-blue orbs. And to this moment, they seemed to be chosen as the stars’ new home when the visible spark glistened because of recalling beautiful memories.

Ironically, what she said extinguished everything, she did not want to marry him and couldn't take the baby with her either. She wanted to abandon the child, their child, and left him with the baby. The man was devastated, yes, the efforts to comfort and tried to overcome difficult stages when he couldn't accompany her only received scolding in return.

Could not salvage, König agreed to let her go and raise his baby all by himself. He loved his daughter more than anything, the little angel was his only connection with the woman he used to love, naming her Jütte - the bright gem. Sleepless nights to lull the baby to sleep, the confusion and stress that occurred to him when she cried due to hunger. You heard him scoff at mentioning sometimes he was afraid that his rough frame or the deep, husky voice were too intimidating for his little princess but every time her eyes lit up and those small hands firmly held his pinkie, all his fatigue vanished as if they never existed. 

He stopped and whipped his head in the opposite direction. You remained silent but moved a little closer, letting him know you were nearby and that he’s not alone. Even though you've only known each other for more than two weeks, you think you've aroused some inappropriate feelings for König, not sure whether to ignore them or let them grow.

The grandparents were delighted to look after their small sweet girl but they’re over the hill now, couldn’t wipe them out like that so the man decided to send his little angel to kindergarten in the morning and hired a nanny for his family when he's on deployment. That's the reason why you're here, no, your sister was here.

_-_-_-_-_-_

“Sis, please please please please…..please” 

The petite girl kept shaking your thighs no matter how clearly the signs of irreversibility appeared on your face. A small sigh escaped your lips, placing the takeout on the table, then you turned your head to where the constant pleading from. Sound of the wheels rolling on the floor and the squeaking sound as you leaned back against the chair made the girl stop rambling.

"Have you asked for the father’s permission yet?" Continue spinning the fork in between your pointer and middle finger. You raised your eyebrows but your face looked helpless, not disappointed. 

"Of course I did, but ’bout your...." A silly smile that perhaps was supposed to save the awkwardness.

"For fuck sake, I should probably call mom to be sure that you’re my sister?" You huffed with an irritated tone. 

Your sister was in her final year majoring in visual arts and she needed to concentrate fully on her upcoming graduation project. You knew how important this was to her and that your sister was indeed a talent. Of course you supported her wholeheartedly, she’s staying at your house, you cooked every meal, and also picked her up at the campus and drove her to work. You told your dumb sister that she only needed to focus on studying and didn't require any help though she’s begging you non-stop, but instead of just doing the laundry and sweeping your house as a gratitude, she found this babysitting job that’d definitely kill her after the whole-goddamn-day at the university. 

“C’mon sis, I’m beggin’.....beggin’ youuuuuu~ ” God this horrible sound, if it weren't for your sister's best friend performing with electric guitar in a band, you wouldn't have your ears tortured like this every single day. 

Your face scrunched as you carefully considered what your sister put in an offer of a few past seconds. It's not that you wanted to refuse her but - a nanny, not only for a nearly four years old little girl, but also for the endearing old spouses. You all have met a couple times when you came to pick up your sister, sometimes your sister was walking the little girl home after going to the park, other times the grandmother had to bring your sister stuff down to the lobby while she rushed down after your phone call. Interacting with strangers ain’t your forte at all but this baby seemed quite well-behaved and the grandparents were also very pleasant, or simply because your sister was more approachable than you. 

“Guarantee they’ll love your cooking” Your sister gave you a mischievous wink and you shook your head in defeat. 

“The problems ain't that simple, sweet pea” 

"Ahhhhhh, you know better than I do that your job isn't supposed to be down here in the garage, plus none of your tattoos are notable" You kept silent and only gazed at her.

Hated to admit but it’s true, you could’ve just sat in the office and accounted for your garages' finances but you chose the opposite. You loved the pleasant jingling sound of wrenches every time you worked with dusty engines and the feeling of adrenaline when you concentrated on some sophisticated details. Frankly, you highly doubted that the smell of lubricating oil that for sure always lingered on your skin mixed together with your sweat would be welcomed by elders and small kids. Being an owner not only gave you a stable income but also helped you meet plenty of friends with similar pursuits. 

Your sister's truly a minx because long pants would fix that tiny issue perfectly.

“You know I wouldn’t ask you if I had another choice” She gave you those puppy eyes, knowing it wouldn’t work but still could make you find it difficult to say no, “You don’t need to do anything specific, just have to pick the girl at six in the afternoon, make sure she's fed and bathed before nine, that's all" You haven't gone out before ten since forever, “Then prepare breakfast and lunch for the grandparents and remember to check for groceries”. What’s more? The nutrition and seasoning have to be noted down and dinner would definitely be served directly. Man, you'd rather lay on the creeper and drain your arms under some random cars for hours than this job.

"Two months" You held up two fingers as if confirming with your sister.

"Yes, only two months and I'll come rescue you" She postured a superhero pose and the two of you burst out laughing, "Only my ass" She's so lucky you love her.

During the first week, everything went smoothly. Jütte and her grandparents absolutely adored the meals you cooked for them, the grandmother even whispered to not telling your sister that she loved your cooking more than hers didn’t fail to make you laugh at the sweetness. You asked your sister if you were allowed to ride the baby on your bike and she agreed without hesitation, also recalled the squeal and the delighted face that she showed every time your sister mentioned you and your bike. No proof needed because the little girl couldn’t stop her curiosity to swirl around and sing happily with a small helmet settled on her head, making you couldn't help but snigger all along the way.

Your office’s door opened and timid footsteps led behind you as if not wanting to disturb. Slowly sitting up straight, you nodded in approval for the person behind you to continue.

"You got a message, Mama" 

Cracked your neck and motioned for the girl with an orange messy bun to take your place before excusing yourself to your customer. Mama, a nickname given to you not because you're the oldest but you're always thoughtful, treating everyone equally, and always responsible in your doing. Or based on your sister, you're the boss. Massaging the girl's shoulder as a thank you, you grabbed your phone and went straight outside to pick up the call. 

"Get off work early, Mama?" That snarky voice caused you to smirk, glancing over at the boy in the tank top who’s looking at you with teasing eyes. You didn't say anything but held up the phone, showing your sister's name on it, making the boy immediately shut his mouth and went to the hook to bring the jacket and your keys to you with the most respectful gesture. 

‘Hey, sorry for the sudden call’ Your sister's voice rang out through the phone’s speaker

“You need me at the campus?” You asked without breaking eye contact with the younger one in front of you, could totally tell he’s so tense right now due to a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. 

‘Oh no no, the father just texted, he'll be home for a few weeks, you can discuss the work with him after dropping Jütte home, bet she'll be so excited to see her father." Her giggle sounded like an early bird’s chirping, so joyful that it made the dumbhead before your eyes almost turned to a ripe tomato.  

“Loud and clear….speaking of which, you’re free this Saturday, yeah?” You used your casual flat tone, ‘Yep, need to unwind a bit’ then you two said a couple more sentences before hanging up.

The lad dramatically collapsed down on the ground and hugged your leg, thanking you profusely. You just pouted in contempt and shot him a mocking side-eyes, feeling powerful being able to command someone so easily. You retreated your foot and shooed away the heavy bastard with one kick, swiftly put on your coat and went down to the basement to hop on your bike.

Entered the code on the lock and pushed the door in, a pair of massive-size boots with mud caked on the doorstep attracted you and the little girl in your arms.

"Papa?!" The girl called out in excitement and surprise.

Not long after, the man in a plain green t-shirt and cargo pants appeared with a bright smile causing the little one in your arms to jump down and run into the arms lowering only for her. You swore the sight was so alluring that you stood like an idiot, that’s apparently the father and he's a lot more attractive than you expected. Sturdy torso with muscles flexed at any of his motion, bulky arms and broad chest, you couldn't get the view of those thighs but fuck, they better be meaty as your mouth watering of the thought. Some milky scars on the man's masculine face and body, he is a Colonel and a soldier, not so surprised.

"You must be the sister"

König and his daughter turned in sync to look at you, they looked exactly alike. You gave a friendly smile and walked over to greet the man, not being pushy so he wouldn't feel cringe, after all that's not who you are. Having the conversation with him, you realized he’s quite reserved but definitely a gentleman, it’s also undeniable that you’re fascinated by his accent. 

"I won't keep you here all afternoon for now, but do you mind if I ask you to pick up my kleines lamm and spare one more dish?" He spoke shyly, "Hate to admit but I'm a pretty bad cook." 

"No worries, that’s not any difficult task, you just saved my time though" You gave him a toothy smile and König's eyes responded back with clear appreciation.

_-_-_-_-_-_

You two exchanged phone numbers and the following days went as planned, you picked his daughter at kindergarten and rustled up meals in that spacious kitchen for them. The man's family has invited you to stay and dine with them, but you don't want to break the atmosphere and you shouldn’t get attached. Seemed strenuous when you both have an invisible bond because what kind of nanny sleeps in the guest room and makes breakfast for the host?  

You regretted drinking too much liquor last night and this splitting headache wouldn't spare you any mercy, decided to get up early and went to the supermarket to buy some toiletries. Cool water laved your entire body, quickly brushed your teeth before entering the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the two sleepyheads. If someone didn't know better, could assume you're König’s housewife.

The smell of sunny side-up eggs and crispy toast aroused König's nostrils, waking him up. Slowly getting up from the bed, he gently opened the door to his daughter's room to see her still sleeping soundly.

"Good morning, süßer engel" His big hand easily picked her up, the man rubbed his nose against the pretty little one below and whispered.

The baby stirred and frowned, oh my, her angry expression at being woken up made König chuckled delightfully. He carried the little girl to the living room and saw you behind the kitchen island, you raised your head and met his eyes.

"Mornin’...." You said as he sat down on the stool, even your weary grin was so beautiful.

“Good morning” Jütte squealed happily before her father could say anything.

"I'll feed her, here….bon appétit" you placed the plate down in front of the man and moved over the table. König's face flustered as your boobs might spill out of your low-cut shirt and his crotch stiffen immediately when your lower belly fat was exposed as you leaned over to take his daughter from his arms. 

"Have you eaten yet?" The man swallowed hard and pressed his hand against the bulge in his pants, "Already, sir, take your time" Sir, thank god he wasn’t standing, otherwise this’d be super embarrassing.

König thought you’d be the same as your sister, always dynamic and lively, but no, totally the opposite. You’re collected and tender. At first, when he didn't know you well, he thought you were stony and unapproachable, but turned out you’re not. You’re very thoughtful and responsible with your work, especially when you smile, your face lit up differently than usual. You respected König's private space and that of his family, perhaps  keeping a safe distance, but he knew there’s something unspeakable between the two of you. The fleeting touches that you both ignored, the soft glances with a hint of lust, and the attachment between Jütte and you was also unlike your sister or previous babysitters. 

This was the last day you took your sister's place as his nanny, but everything was fast as a blink and König’s still confused with his own feelings. If he made his move, would you agree? Or did you simply only see him as your sister's boss?

The sound of the doorbell interrupted the man's thoughts. He quickly stood up and got to the door so you could peacefully continue until Jütte finished her soup. Unpredictably, König never thought he could see this face again on his doorstep, the face that he once loved so passionately and cruelly left him with his child.

A mellow female voice called the Colonel's name, causing you to turn your head. You were on pins and needles when the man did not move after that call, hugging Jütte tightly and carefully walking towards the open door. There stood a splendid woman with gorgeous glassy eyes and her outfit, although not flashy, was certainly top-shelf. The woman's attention turned to you, or rather to the little girl in your arms. A tear strained down her thin cheekbone before she captured and pressed the baby's head to the crook of her neck, the man didn't stop her and you figured out who this woman was. The little girl stared at the strange woman in bewilderment but didn’t scream or cry, perhaps she felt a sense of familiarity, and when the woman approached König - it was like a missing piece of the puzzle - a complete family.

You stood rooted to the spot, deadpan eyes stuck on them and realized how inessential your presence was. What were you even fantasizing about? The baby, who has never met the woman and wasn’t crying, what right do you have to interfere? Even if the mother did not return, such a person would be worthy of standing next to König, not you, sketchy and way too young. 

Moving the dirty dishes to the sink, you grabbed your keys and briskly exited the apartment. Drawing in shaky breaths, your chest tightened and the bridge of your nose began to sting, your brain couldn’t function proper and your heart sank as the elevator doors closed. You could hear every single piece inside you shattered, not a single sob escaped your lips but the tears refused to cease, you weren't planning on stopping them either, this was your way of releasing. You allowed yourself to be vulnerable, allowed your flesh and bones to work the way it's naturally supposed to, then got over shits later. Verbal abuse was forbidden on your tongue and insulting others just to satisfy your immediate emotions made you feel not so different from a failure. 

It's raining but you're not in the mood to care anymore. Observing the surrounding scenery of the city you lived in, your mother was right, Austria is indeed a divine country.

_-_-_-_-_-_

I'm so sorry, sir, but it’s an urgent call from my teacher so I left Jütte at my sister’s place. I promise to text you sooner next time!!!!

Attached below was the address and one of your garages’ location. König's restlessness was so evident that his colleague was too worried to let him take the wheel. It was impossible to describe how much this mountain of man regretted not catching up with you the last time you two saw each other. Though he tried to ask about you through your sister, the young lady always politely refused; the man came to his conclusion that your sister did not know how the incident happened because strictly speaking, there was nothing binding between you and him. No confession had been spoken yet. 

“Sitrep, Colonel” The man with an erotic face went by the callsign Horangi opened his mouth, it's hard to tell if he's joking or serious.

König answered his sergeant with a heavy exhale, his patience was about to run out. In his mind, there were only your lifeless eyes as you paced past him to the door and the frantic calling of his daughter's mother - the woman who gave birth to his little angel, not the one he used to love. He stood dumbfounded at that time because he couldn't explain why after all this time, she chose to come back to look for him, plus he thought this woman had changed. Well, reality hit hard, when she saw König chasing after you, she started shouting at him out of the blue and accused him of sins from god-knows-where-they-came-from. At least the woman made the right choice to shut her filthy mouth as soon as he shot her a deadly glare, she had no authority to say those words after giving up König and his little girl. As for you, the woman did not dare to split anything, the man knew you're too nonchalant to care about bullshit stuff, but he’d not allow anyone who didn’t know you well to offend you.

2200, too late for any service shops to be opened but your garage lights were still on. Carefully parking the truck in the cul-de-sac right next to, the men walked over to the half-closed sliding door and bent down to enter. At the reception desk was a girl with shiny orange hair who was applying lipstick, her back was facing them but her eyes were looking at two men through the mirror she’s using.

"You are Jütte's father, right?" The girl asked with the typical salespeople’s voice. König nodded and the girl immediately picked up her phone to type something, “Mama will come down in a minute, have a seat” she spoke after receiving the message. Horangi raised an eyebrow at him, his intentions clearly written on his face. Mama, maybe that's your intimate name, but it's way too intimate. König darted his eyes around, your garage was indeed large, divided into two sections. One was for cars and the other was for bikes, which can be known by the spare parts and dozens of license plates hanging on the walls. And he saw you, holding his little daughter as you gingerly took your leave from the office above.

Speechless, the Colonel was speechless, unable to take his eyes off you. A long sleeve turtleneck body dress only reaching mid-thigh, delicate one-lined ink mark on your left calf and a thin henna style tattoo wrapped around your left thigh, looking like a bracelet. There’s a bold cut on your cleavage area, revealing a stiletto tattoo with flowers and a snake wrapped around it, heavy makeup and that red lipstick color surprisingly suits your skin. 

Scheiße

You have tattoos, he didn’t know, tattoos, not just one but many. Your thick thighs, waist still have its curve and your plush hips were certainly stunning. You approached them with a smile, the friendly yet unfamiliar smile you gave him when you first met, you nodded your greeting towards Horangi and he also politely returned the favor.

"Come to uncle" The comrade walked over and picked up the little sleeping girl in his arms because her father was definitely too absorbed in the lady standing in front of him.

As you spoke, König noticed something shiny inside your mouth. Is that...a piercing? You pierced your tongue? Was there anything about you that he hasn't known yet? The man's ears were buzzing, could only tell that you were saying something and his Sergeant nodded in affirmation. 

“Kö, the lady’s talking to you” A male voice snapped him back to the present, whipping his head back and saw you looking straight at him, waiting for his reply.

“She's already full so you don't have to worry, remember to wear warm clothes for her because babies are easily sick due to the season’s first wind, yeah?” You repeated yourself in a flat tone, “Un-Understood” König stuttered and Horrangi cursed in disbelief in his mother tongue.

Gave both of them a firm nod, you turned away and waved your hand so the orange girl would come join you. The plump ass of your jiggling on every step, König swore he could live between them if you let him.

“Pussy” His subordinate spat, body still rocking so as not to wake the baby; “I will knock your ass out” And he immediately bit back, quick as hell. 

“You won’t, this little angel is gonna stay at my place tonight ‘cause you won’t be back soon after walking into the pub a few blocks away at the intersection” König looked at the shorter man, his sass sometimes making the Colonel forget how qualified this guy actually was.

The two boys and a pretty one, your sister, were waving at you and the tangerine girl in front of the pub. It was a bit more crowded on weekends, so your group chose a table in a hidden corner because you hated being bothered by some drunk assholes. The sound of airy jazz along with elect wine, the perfect combination and if you have a partner, just imagine how great it would be. Fortunately, you have many companions, so it’s perfect for you to forget about that silhouette, until your sight was filled by the enormous shoulders and those unmistakable blue pupils. Unwavering stares, neither of you broke away from the tension, causing your group to stop chatting and peeked. König is an attractive man, with his impressive height it wasn't unusual to be surrounded by ladies who acted like starving vultures when they’ve got their eyes on the perfect prey, but he didn't pay any attention to them. Staring, only, at you. A beam of sadness was evident in your eyes, your eyelashes drooping as your lips opened and closed as if wanting to say something but couldn't. It was really miserable when you ran away from the Colonel's apartment, you weren't good at expressing your emotions and he’s too sweet for someone like you. The man's gaze was unreadable, still the same, making you restless.

“Need my car, Mama?” One lad spoke up and you turned your eyes to his direction to answer with a devilish grin as your fingers gesturing a beckoning sign, “Hand it over” 

Fuck this, let's just say you're not sober anymore, and he's here, for you.

While talking to your group, underneath the table, without anyone paying attention, your knees lazily broke apart and revealed the panties covering your sensitive area. The more your hip bones widen, the more the fabric stretches as if it’s about to tear, but there’s already a pair of slutty eyes glued to your heat and undressing you thirstily. Standing up together, you both naturally paced to the front door and disappeared without any traces. 

_-_-_-_-_-_

The door slammed loudly and followed by a large muscular back hitting it, causing the wall to rattle. One of your hands went to the man's throat, pressing him against the wall while the other hastily undoing his belt and pulling down his pants to free his companion.

"Oh, this’s hard already?" You stood on your tiptoes and brought your face close to König's, cooing, his lips tried to capture yours but you quickly squeezed his cock as a warning.

“Don’t” You glared.

And the Colonel thinned his lips into a straight line. He could only nod repeatedly and this strangely satisfied you somehow. Bringing your hands to the hem of his shirt then sliding them inside without caution, the shirt rose up, revealing the man’s delicious tanned skin.

You aggressively squeezed his breasts, their elasticity felt incredible in your small palms. König didn't move but his heavy breathing sounded pitiful, his eyes trailing every inch of your face and soft moans escaped his lips as you sank your teeth into his flesh without mercy. Rustling sound filled the dark space when you descended, trailing wet kisses down the man's sturdy torso and making him sucked in a sharp breath as you ran your tongue along the length of his cock.

“Use your words" You teased the tip of his cock, your piercing pressed against his opening every time you curled your tongue, making the Colonel unable to keep calm, "Or do you want me to stop?"

"NO…no, it's not like that..I'll-ah-I'll speak" König’s eyes flew open and he struggled to form his words whilst receiving a blowjob, you gave him a few kisses and eventually escalated to deepthroating his shaft, “S-scheiße…just li-like that, mein liebling” The man encouraged, his lines were frequently interrupted by low growls and desperate sounds under his throat. 

You hummed and started pushing deeper, Konig’s so big that you’ve to relax your jaw and mind your teeth more to take him whole. Your nose pressed into his soft fuzzy pubes and his cock settled in the back of your throat. Taking your time, steadily dragging your head to swallow and spit his shaft, you placed your tongue under the base of the large cock, gently stimulating him.

“Bitte, oh....f-fuck, seeing those scratches on my skin gonna drives me absolutely mad” Your nails lightly scratching the man's thighs causing him to tilt his head back, still managed thrusting his hip to match your pace. 

The sudden absence of the warmth of your mouth replaced by the painful pleasure coming from below made the Colonel's hand cling to your shoulder. He let out a sob and looked at you in confusion, “Those goddamn hands touched you here, didn't they?” Another slap landed on his dick, “Mein schatz, please…”  König choked out as his head shook vigorously, he got a bit whiny when you put him in your month again. 

Lust eyes stared straight at each other, embarrassment no longer there when the begging and pet names he called you made your cloth pussy soaked in slick. Faster and faster, your speed gradually increased and the man's whines came to a crescendo, almost at his peak. You hollowed your cheeks as his cock twitched wildly inside your mouth but the Colonel suddenly pulled you to your feet and crashed his lips against yours, teeth scraping and König's tongue pressing in as if he wanted to eat you raw.

"You’re doing so good for me, ja? But I don't wanna cum yet, not like that" You pouted, which made him laugh.

“You know what I was thinking?” König pulled the slit of your dress to the sides, causing your tít to be bouncing back and forth in the middle.

Calloused fingers kneaded at your softness, licking and sucking greedily, you weren't sure if he could breathe with his face pressed firmly against your chest like this.

"I can't stop thinking about getting my mouth on these tits….." The man's accent grew heavier due to the eagerness, his hot breath fanning over your skin, your navel as he knelt down and his large hand gripping tightly on your trembling hips. Swiftly threw your leg over his shoulder, the loss of balance made you yelp but of course König couldn't let you fall.

“And havin’ the taste of this pretty cunt of yours” The man spoke as he took the first lick on your wet panties.

“Oh fu-fuck…König” You arched your back, he wasn’t inside you yet but how come could you regain your self-control under the sensation he’s giving you. 

“Ja?…..hmm, you’re so delicious my dove” The Colonel kept running his tongue along your pussy, every word he said interspersed with every flick against your sensitive clit. Clutching tightly to the door, you tried to steady your breathing and grind down to the person below, König was too focused to notice your revenge intention on him. 

“Not so fast, sweetie” You stopped all movements and dragged your legs off him. Bending down to pull the tangled shirt over his head, the man also stood up to peeled the dress off of your body. As soon as the sleeves slipped off, revealing a Maori style tattoo on your upper arm. König stood gaping, mein gott, the man has seen you in a leather jacket on a fine Harley but imagined how delusionally your exposed biceps would be such a sight.

“My couch” You cocked your head and he nodded stupidly, “Sit on the floor and tilt your head back, can you do that, Kö?”

His cock stiffened at your husky voice, Kö, he wanted to hear his name coming out of those beautiful lips of yours even more. You slowly got rid of your last piece of clothing, climbed up on the couch and situated the man's head between your knees. His big hands crawled up to your pubis as you lowered yourself for him, but when his mouth started to open wide and his chin pointed up to reach your slick heat, you paused.

“Don’t do this to me, mein liebling….” König's rough fingertips dug into your meaty thighs, the beautiful fat spilling out between his gaps and you giggled as you spread your labia, hovering over him, “Please, I fucking need that pretty cunt….all over my face” The Colonel gave you his needy eyes, the man moved his lips to nibble your inner thighs, littering several bite marks.

Shaking your head, you gave up and sat down where the pleading kept coming from. König immediately grabbed your ass cheeks and his mouth sucked on your puffy clit like a starved man, "You feel so good.....uhmm, so right on my tongue like this"

He didn't stop moaning, his tongue continued to lick your cunt tirelessly. You were so drowned in pleasure that you couldn't answer the man, could only hold his hair and sway your lower body back and forth that naughty mouth.

König pushed his tongue inside your pussy, it lapped to sweet spots and as an unconscious practice, you pressed your clit against his nose, peered down with watery eyes.

“Ja, ja…you’re too perfect, looking down at me like that” his tongue swirled inside you, causing your folds and thighs squeezed tighter, “Bitte-bitte, keeps pinching those nipples for me”

Dark blue pupils looked up at you like a praying man admiring his goddess as your palms trailing up to your chest and groping your hard nipples. 

“Spank me, König”

He complied.

“Like tha’?”

“Yes…yes, like that, again”

Surely that hand prints wouldn’t disappear anytime soon, you mewled lewdly and the Colonel quickened his pace so he’d get what he needed. 

An endless loop of praises and the frantic stirring of the mouth fixed to your cunt. Inserting two thick fingers inside, his moist lips kept sucking your clit, creating unholy sounds. The man whined even more than you, way too intoxicated and only begging to taste you. And he was contented, you gripped his scalp and grinded down on him, riding out your orgasm with his fist.

König carefully held you as he sat up, you no longer had any strength left so resting your chin on the soft cushion, back turned to him. Afresh, an upside down stingray, its fins spreaded across your lower back and tail curled and stopped right between of your scapula bones.

"Are there any places else on your body that I haven't discovered yet, Zucker?" You gave him a breathy cackle.

The man placed a comforting kiss on your shoulder blade before wrapping his bulky arm around your waist and leaning your back against his body, thighs on thighs, he sat you down on his shaft. You both hissed out when your gummy walls wrapped perfectly around his length, it was unbelievable how well you could fit him, his dick was so big it made your stomach bulge. Brows pulling in as you're forced to confront your lungs as they fight for air, calloused palm held on your tit, his pelvis started bucking lazily for you to get used to his size. 

“Fu-fucking god Kö, your….” Couldn’t finish your sentence, claws pinned on his bicep and mouth flew open, the man leaned down and captured your lips.

Your neck was killing you in this position but there ain’t no other methods to block your screams as his tip kissed your womb roughly. König reached down to massage your swollen clit, he knew this was beyond your limits but the way you arched your back to receive him made the man want to spill his seed inside you more than ever. 

“I’m nearly…there, schatz” the Colonel growled lowly, teeth gnawed at your earlobe, “Cum with me, baby….bitte, bitte, bitte” chantings non-stop, he’s desperately crying out for your arousal and that beautiful mewls to escaped your stubborn mouth. 

Neither of you could last much longer, drool running down your neck as you pulled away from König to let out a silent scream. Your stomach stiffened as your walls clenched around the man's cock, some last few strokes before his tepid sperm flooded inside. König released so much that when he pulled away, the seed was already flowing out of your cunt, looking like honey spilling out of an eye-catching flower.

Falling on the floor, you collided on top of him and sniggered at his satisfied face. The man still stared at your ceiling, your lids were half closed as his fingers gently combed your smooth locks.

"I'm sorry for not coming to you sooner, liebling"

You understood what he’s talking about. Rolling over, you took his hand and brought it to your lips, placing soothing smooches on the calluses.

"I'm sorry for leaving" König shook his head, "We’re both silly, so let it go, Jütte said I’m not allowed to go home if you’re not coming with me" You giggled and so did he. Let’s considered that as make-up sex, then. 

Taglist: @shadowlali , @ghostlythots

[newyorkreject]

Eye to Eye

I talk to you through divine cards and unbordered dreams,

Through the future being, haphazardly, weaved,

Bursting at the twined seams.

Where the mountains replace

The east coast seas.

Tigers Eye

Side by side with Aventurine.

Crash into me like a dying planet.

Red stains fallen on your lonely lips,

Sacrifice me like pomegranate.

Let me bleed at your altar,

lose my humanity in your kiss.

Dress me nicely in my casket.

Your breath hitting my nose,

So close- oh so cold.

Tigers Eye

Side by side

with Moss Agate.

My fingertips are red- raw,

From trying to hold onto the thought of you.

My body, shivering.

Cast me out,

I'll follow you till my lips turn blue.

My voice coarse, weak-

My soul tied in eagle scout taught knots.

Screaming, begging for you to see me.

Stuck in this mountain town of the have's

And have not's.

Who do I think I am?

Wanting such a man?

The doubt pours quicker than the mountains rain,

Bears down harder than the sun on this summers day.

Judges harsher than those old folk

In the churches Sunday Cabernet.

Like a devil in the tree line,

Tempting the little ones astray.

And, my oh my,

I find myself wanting to obey.

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Valley Girl

I know nothing about this wine–I bought it simply because it had a crow on the label. Or a raven… some kind of corvid. See? I too can succumb to the label-appeal! But of course I would not have purchased it if everything else didn’t check out. Sonoma Cab. Fair price. Moderate alcohol. No gaudy marketing. Let’s see: Big heady stuff, black-ruby and with a massive concentrated nose of cab goodies…

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Canvasback Red Mountain Cabernet Sauvignon ~ Wine of the Day

The bold red wines produced in Washington State continue to impress, as evident in the latest vintage from Canvasback. In far Eastern Washington, Red Mountain enjoys extreme temperature swings from day to night, going from hot, arid, sunshine-filled days to cool, breezy nights, ensuring fruit that is ripened by the sun maintains freshness and acidity. The soils are a diverse array, including…

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Elevate Your Tastes: A Journey into Howell Mountain Cabernet Sauvignon's Terroir

Embarking on a journey to explore the world of wine is like delving into an art form. Each bottle tells a story, and few narratives are as rich and captivating as that of Howell Mountain Cabernet Sauvignon. Nestled in the rugged terrain of Napa Valley, this exceptional wine encapsulates the essence of its terroir, offering a symphony of flavors that elevate the palate to new heights. Join us on this odyssey as we navigate the intricate tapestry of Howell Mountain Cabernet Sauvignon's terroir, where every sip is a step into the extraordinary.

The Majestic Terroir of Howell Mountain

Howell Mountain, standing tall at over 2,000 feet above sea level, boasts a terroir unlike any other. In the first section of our journey, we'll unravel the secrets of this majestic landscape and its influence on the grapes that make Howell Mountain Cabernet Sauvignon so unique. The mountain's volcanic soils, sun-kissed slopes, and cool microclimates work in harmony, creating an environment that imparts distinct characteristics to the grapes.

Within the embrace of Howell Mountain, the Cabernet Sauvignon grapes develop thick skins, intense flavors, and robust tannins. The elevation ensures cooler temperatures, allowing for a longer ripening period and preserving the natural acidity of the fruit. These factors converge to produce wines that are both powerful and elegant, a true reflection of the mountain's terroir.

Crafting Excellence: Howell Mountain Winemaking Traditions

Moving on to the second leg of our journey, we delve into the winemaking traditions that have been meticulously honed on Howell Mountain. The winemakers here are custodians of a legacy, respecting the terroir and employing techniques that enhance the intrinsic qualities of the grapes.

From hand-harvesting the grapes to the precise timing of fermentation and oak aging, every step is a dance with nature. The commitment to minimal intervention allows the terroir to express itself fully. Howell Mountain Cabernet Sauvignon, born from this dedication to craftsmanship, emerges as a testament to the symbiotic relationship between the land and those who cultivate it.

Tasting Notes: A Symphony of Flavors and Aromas

Our journey takes a delightful turn as we uncork a bottle of Howell Mountain Cabernet Sauvignon. In this section, we explore the tasting notes that make this wine a sensory masterpiece. The first sip reveals a symphony of dark fruit flavors, such as blackberry and cassis, dancing on the palate. The bold tannins, a signature of Howell Mountain wines, provide structure and depth, creating a robust and well-balanced experience.

Aromas of cedar, graphite, and hints of mountain herbs transport the drinker to the very slopes where the grapes basked in the California sun. As we savor each sip, it becomes evident that Howell Mountain Cabernet Sauvignon is not merely a beverage; it is an encounter with the essence of a unique terroir, an immersion into the soul of Napa Valley.

Howell Mountain Cabernet Sauvignon: A Versatile Culinary Companion

Our penultimate stop in this exploration focuses on the versatility of Howell Mountain Cabernet Sauvignon. Whether paired with a succulent steak, a rich chocolate dessert, or a variety of artisanal cheeses, this wine proves to be a culinary chameleon, enhancing the flavors of a wide array of dishes.

The boldness of the wine stands up to hearty meats, while its nuanced complexities complement the subtleties of fine cuisine. This versatility makes Howell Mountain Cabernet Sauvignon a must-have in any wine enthusiast's collection, as it seamlessly integrates into diverse dining experiences, elevating them to new heights.

Conclusion: Elevate Your Tastes with Howell Mountain Cabernet Sauvignon

In concluding our journey through the terroir, winemaking traditions, tasting notes, and culinary pairings of Howell Mountain Cabernet Sauvignon, we invite you to elevate your tastes and join the conversation at Handwritten Wines. Have you experienced the majesty of Howell Mountain Cabernet Sauvignon, or are you inspired to uncork a bottle after reading this journey through its terroir? Share your thoughts, tasting experiences, or favorite pairings in the comments below.

As we raise our glasses to the artistry of Howell Mountain winemaking, may your own journey into the world of wine be filled with exploration, discovery, and, of course, the exquisite flavors of Howell Mountain Cabernet Sauvignon. Cheers!

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