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Hello once again.  As in the past, comments are 
both appreciated  and encouraged.  Suggestions 
are also welcome. Please respond by E-Mail as 
it makes it easier for me to get your reaction.   
One  thing I do ask is that you now include your
 first name and age in  your comments.  It gives
 me a better idea who my audience is.  Thanks 
and enjoy the story.

	            -Violet Rose-
		by  Ann Douglas

	Sharon Byrnes hummed an old 60's tune as
she walked the streets of Greenwich Village.
Never mind that the song had been recorded two
years before she'd been born, it always made the 27
year old feel good. And today was definitely a day
for feeling good.
	She had been hired by a large local clothing
manufacturer to set up a new computerized
inventory system.  Her contract with the firm had
called for her to have the system up and running in
four weeks.  Instead, she had finished it in three,
making the fourth weeks salary a bonus.
	Walking down the street, the tall brunette
drew the glances of several male passerby's.  She
gave them no notice.  She was far too interested in
the warmth of the sun on her face and the feel of
spring in the air.  It felt so good to be able to shed
that heavy winter coat and finally walk the streets in
just a light blouse and skirt.
	So fine was the weather and with it her
mood, Sharon had canceled her late afternoon
appointment and spent the last few hours exploring
the local stores.  It'd been a long time since she had
visited this part of lower Manhattan, but she always
remembered it as a place where you could find
something totally new with the turn of a corner.
	So it was that a small sign on a walk down
storefront caught her attention. It simply said
"Violet Rose."
	Unlike most of the shops along the way, no
wares filled the windows.  Instead, the whole
window display consisted of a single violet rose
laying on a white silk pillow.	
	Intrigued, Sharon started down the steps.
She was surprised to find the door locked. Perhaps
the store hadn't opened yet.  She was about to
retrace her steps back up to the street when a buzzer
sounded and the door opened with an audible click.
	 Stepping inside the small foyer, Sharon
noted a small video camera hanging from the
ceiling. She had seen similar security setups in
jewelry stores.  Wondering what kind of store this
could be, she opened the second door.
	Once inside, Sharon saw a long u-shaped
glass display cases that ran alongside the interior of
the store.  It reinforced the idea that this had once
been a jewelry store.  But the items in those cases as
well as on the walls caused her to take a step back. 
Filling every case was the most extensive collection
of sexual paraphernalia she had ever seen.  Some of
the wares were familiar to her, having seen them in
mail order catalogues.  Others were so strange to
her that she couldn't even begin to imagine what
they were used for.
	Her blue eyes ran across the collection of
leather goods, oils and lotions. Then across to the
wall behind it and its large display of S & M  gear. 
Still standing at the entrance, Sharon was trying to
decide if she wanted to stay or leave. Then she saw
the rather large selection of vibrators and dildos in
the far display case.
	"What the hell."  she thought to herself. "I
could use a new toy."  she added, feeling just a little
naughty.
	Running her fingers across the display case
as she crossed the room, Sharon smiled as she
crossed over an assortment  of handcuffs and other
restraints. That was just a little too kinky for her
tastes.
	"Can I help you?"  A voice from behind
Sharon said.
	The tall young woman jumped at the sound
of his voice. She hadn't noticed the salesman before.
	"Oh, you startled me."  Sharon said as she
turned.
	The salesman smiled. He was incredible,
Sharon thought. Muscular, over six foot tall, with
curly blonde hair.  He couldn't be more than 20
years old. Clad in a form fitting T-shirt that
emphasized every muscle, the young man sent a
quiver between her loins.
	"Well, I'm looking for..... I mean I was
interested in..."  Sharon began, suddenly feeling
embarrassed.
	Seeing her face turn red, the young man
smiled even broader.  It was a common occurrence
in the store. People were really funny sometimes.
	"Were you looking for a vibrator or a dildo?" 
He asked.
	"Well, I'm not sure."  came Sharon's
response.  "To be honest, I really came across your
store by accident."
	"Then maybe you should look around a little
and let me know if you find something you like.  My
names Mark by the way."  he replied before turning
and walking away.
	Sharon couldn't help but lean over the
counter and admire his ass as he walked away.  He
had a really great ass.
	
	Sharon spent the next twenty minutes
exploring the various cases and displays.  If nothing
else, she was getting an education in erotica.  At the
same time, she was getting up her courage to
perhaps ask that hunk behind the counter out for a
drink. It wouldn't be the first time she'd pick up a
guy, but this had to be the most unusual place she'd
ever considered it.
	Sharon was about to walk over and strike up
another conversation when she noticed him buzzing
another customer in.
	It was another woman.  About 5'5" and 160
lbs, the woman looked to be in her early 20's.  She
had a stocky build but her weight was so evenly
distributed that Sharon wouldn't have described her
as fat.  Her face was rather boyish and she wore no
makeup. Short black curly hair added to that image.
Despite the fact that she had tremendous breasts,
clearly visible through the plain white T-shirt, she
didn't wear a bra.
	With great familiarity, the woman walked
across the store and behind the counter. The
salesman smiled at her, obviously happy to see her.
	"Could they be lovers?"  Sharon thought as
she looked at the mismatched pair. She'd seen
stranger couples in her life.
	A feeling of reassurance filled her when
Mark kissed the new arrival on the cheek instead of
her lips. Friends yes, lovers no.
	The two spoke for a few moments as the
woman glanced in Sharon's direction.  The long
haired woman quickly looked away, pretending to
examine the selection of anal probes in the case next
to her.
	Then Mark left the new arrival and
disappeared into the back room. Sharon watched out
of the corner of her eye as the woman walked over
behind the counter and stopped opposite her.
	"Mark thought you might be a little more
comfortable if I helped you."  she said in a soft
melodious voice that really didn't seem to go with
her appearance.
	"I think that would be better."  Sharon 
smiled.
	"Now what can I interest you in today." the
saleswoman continued.
	"Well, I was thinking I'd like a new toy." 
Sharon mused. "Actually, this is a spur of the
moment thing.  I only found your store by accident."
	"We are a little out of the way."  the short
haired girl said as she and Sharon strolled back to
the dildo and vibrator section. "And most of our
advertising is done sort of word of mouth
	"It is a nice shop." Sharon said for lack of
anything else to say.
	"Well I like it." came the response.


	Ok babe, I'm out of here."  called out Mark
as he emerged from the back room. "I'm going to
meet Peter at the gym."
	Ok dear, have fun." the salesgirl called out as
Mark quickly crossed the shop and out the door.
	"That is one good looking guy."  Sharon
commented, not even realizing she'd said it out
loud.
	"That he is,"  the woman behind the counter
agreed. "But I'm afraid you'd be in the wrong
ballpark with that one."
	Sharon looked a little confused.
	"He's gay." she clarified.
	"You're kidding."  Sharon said.
	"Ok, I'm kidding. He's not gay - only his
boyfriend is." was the reply with a smile.
	
	Sharon cursed her luck and really didn't hear
what the salesgirl said next.
	"So what's your pleasure this afternoon."  
she repeated.
	"I think he just walked out that door." 
Sharon said under her breath. Then she replied in
a louder tone. "I'm still really not sure, maybe you
can suggest something."
	"Certainly."  came a cheery reply. "Can I
interest you in a vibrator?"
	"Hmmm."  Sharon murmured as she looked
down at the samples.  "I actually have one of those,
and all of these seem to look pretty much like it.
Unless you've got something a little more powerful.
You know, something that Black and Decker might
make, a super-vibrator with four D-cells."
	"No, I'm afraid they haven't gotten around to
that yet."  she replied laughingly. "It's a pity though.
I'm sure their missing a untapped market.  I know 
I'd buy one."
	Sharon laughed. "Well I guess a dildo then, I
don't have one of those."
	"Ok, lets see what we can do then."  said the
salesgirl as she brought a tray of samples out and put
them on the counter. "We pride ourselves on our
selection."
	Sharon was impressed by the woman's
demeanor. Regardless of her occupation, she took
her work seriously.
	"Have you been doing this long?"  Sharon
asked as she picked up a small dildo and examined
it. "Been a salesgirl I mean?"
	"Oh I'm not part of the hired help like Mark." 
she grinned. "I own this place."
	"Really?"  a surprised Sharon asked.
	"Yes, really.  My names Violet Carey. Violet
Rose to my friends."
	"Nice to meet you, Violet Rose." Sharon
said as she extended her hand, to be met by a
firm handshake. "Sharon Byrnes."
	Somehow, she had thought that a store like
this would be owned by some businessman who hid
his name behind a screen of dummy corporations.
Someone who wanted the profits but didn't want his
name associated with this type of enterprise.
	"So now that we've been introduced, what
say we get down to business."  Violet said. "Would
this be for personal use or where you planning to use
it on someone else. If so would that be vaginal or
anal use."
	"I'm afraid I don't understand."  Sharon said.
	"Well its quite simple actually." Violet
explained. "Would you be using this on a man, say
your husband or boyfriend?"
	"Oh, no chance of that, I'm afraid."  Sharon
answered.  "Both categories are pretty empty
these days."
	"I see.  I asked because that would give me
an indication as to size."  Violet said. "Do you have
any preference as to color.  Quite a few woman
seem to like this model. "  she said as she held up a
large black hued rubber phallic. "Although I'd bet
none of their lovers ever see it."	
	"I've never had an interest in that direction."
Sharon said as she admired the craftsmanship and
detail that had gone into the product. It even had
tiny veins on the sides.
	"It was just a thought."  Violet said as she
put down the dark rubber cock and picked up
another to show Sharon.
	The two woman chatted as they went.
Sharon found it amusing to be buying a sex-toy in
a store like this.  Violet acted like she was selling a
scarf in Macy's.  After examining a few more
models, Sharon asked if Violet had a personal
preference.
	"Sure,"  Violet said with a broad grin. "Wait
a second, it's behind the other counter."
	
	Violet returned a few seconds later, holding
a rather large piece of rubber.  She dropped in on
the counter.  Sharon was taken aback by its size, it
had to be at least 10 inches long and thicker than any
she had seen so far.  It was also a strap-on.
	"I think that's a little too big."  Sharon said
as she ran her gaze up and down it's length.  It
was as detailed as the smaller black one she had
admired earlier.  "I'd never be able to handle
anything that big."  she admitted.
	"Oh you'd be surprised at what you can
handle."  Violet said as she ran her fingers across the
dildo.  "As long as the right person is on the other
end of it."
	Sharon looked deep into Violet's enveloping
smile.  She'd have had to have  be pretty stupid not
to have noticed that Violet was as gay as she said
Mark had been.   And that she had been coming on
to her since she'd come into the store.
	Not that Sharon felt awkward in being hit on
by another woman.  Back in her college days, she'd
experimented a little with girl-sex. After that, she'd
had a brief lesbian romp with a girlfriend following
her divorce. But those had all been with girls that
she would've described as feminine. This was the
first time she'd drawn the attention of a butch.  An
attention that she found herself enjoying.
	"It does sound interesting."  Sharon said.
"But since I don't live in the city, I'd hate to buy
something that I'd have to come all the way back to
the city to return.  That is if you can return such
things."
	"Well there's an easy way around that." 
Violet said beaming.
	"And that would be?"
	"I'd be happy to give you a demonstration."
	Sharon's face now also beamed.



	Violet led Sharon to the back room.
Surprisingly, instead of the storeroom she expected,
Sharon found a small one room apartment. It had a
couch, television, refrigerator and microwave.  All
the comforts of home.
	"Do you live here?"  Sharon asked as she
looked around.
	"No,"  Violet said as she pulled the blinds,
flooding the room with  sunlight.  "It's just a place to
crash when someone needs it."
	"Pretty nice, I......."
	Sharon was cut off in mid-sentence as Voilet
abruptly grabbed her and pulled her against her large
breasts. Any cry she might've wanted to make was
cut off by the crush of Violet's lips against her own.
	The kiss was forceful, aggressive, more like
that of man than a woman.  Yet at the same time, it
was exciting and intoxicating.  It had been a very
long time since Sharon had wanted to be taken
forcefully by someone.  Violet had connected with a
primitive desire that was usually buried deep inside.
	Continuing their exchange of lust filled
kisses, Violet slid her hand beneath Sharon's blouse
and fondled her smaller breasts.  With practiced
ease, she undid the front clip of her bra, letting her
round globes fall free.
	Sharon moaned softly as strong fingers
played with her nipples.  Violet's touch was a
combination of both rough and gentle. Almost
immediately, both nipples were rock hard.
	Pulling against the yellow blouse, Violet
ripped it open, sending several buttons popping
to the floor. Sharon didn't have time to worry about
how she was going to repair the damage to her
outfit.  Grabbing one of her now free hanging
mounds, Violet lifted it to her eager mouth.
	"Oh God, yes."  Sharon sighed as she felt
 the alternating pain and delight of Violet's teeth and
tongue working on her sensitive tips.
	"Oh, baby, we're just getting started."  Violet
laughed as she turned her attention to the other
breast.
	Sharon ran her hand through Violet's short
curls as she held her head tight against her breast.
Not that the younger woman needed any
encouragement. She found the feel of the short hair
enticing.
	Not were Violet's much larger mounds to be
ignored. Already covered with sweat, her large thick
nipples pressed out against her thin shirt.  Sharon
reached out with her one free hand and took hold of
as much of one as she could.
	Even through the material, Sharon could feel
the warmth of Violet's skin.  She couldn't wait to get
past that thin cotton barrier.
	She didn't have long to wait. Violet released
her hold on the older woman and took a long step
back.  Grabbing the bottom edges of her shirt, she
pulled it up and over her head. Her gigantic orbs
bounced heavily as they fell back into place.
	Freed of what little restraint her shirt had
offered, Violets breasts were larger than Sharon had
guessed. Her nipples were almost a quarter inch in
length and the dark pink circles around them
measured nearly three inches wide.  Sharon's eyes
riveted on a small violet rose tattooed on her left
breast.
	Violet took a heavy breast in each hand and
lifted each in turn to her mouth.  Her nimble tongue
reached out and tickled the tips, then she took each
rose petal into her mouth, whole.
	
	Sharon was getting incredibly turned on by
Violet's exhibition.  Her hands slid down across her
now exposed breasts and stomach.  Then she lifted
her blue skirt and reached for the already wet mound
beneath it.  Thankfully, she rarely wore panties.
	A familiar feeling filled her as she felt her
fingers glide inside her.  It'd been a long time since
she'd found herself this wet before anyone had even
touched her sex. She played with herself for a few
minutes, her eyes never leaving the sign of Violet
suckling herself.  Finally, Violet left her breast slip
from her mouth and lifted both of them outward. 
Inviting Sharon to partake of their delight. 

	Never one to let an invitation grow cold,
Sharon reached forward and cradled Violet's left
breast, planting her first kiss right on her tattoo. A
second kiss quickly followed, then a third, fourth
and fifth. She quickly worked her way across the
soft flesh until she felt the large nipple slip into her
waiting mouth.  
	Violet sighed as she felt Sharon's tongue
make contact.  She'd had her pegged right from the
moment she first seen her.  Like a child with a
favorite piece of candy, Sharon rolled her wet
tongue around and around the dark pink circle,
sending tiny jolts of rapture up and across Violet's
ample bosom.
	"God, I'd forgotten how good this could
feel."  Sharon thought to herself as she shifted her
attention to Violet's other globe and began to feast
on that .
	Even as the younger woman delightfully
moaned in response to Sharon's efforts, Violet slid
her hand down between the brunette's legs.  The
carefully trimmed bush she found there was already
wet.  Instinctively, she slid two fingers in between
her lips and began to pump them in and out.
	As Violet's fingers began to move in and out,
faster and faster, the taller woman was unable to
keep up her mammary ministrations.  She released
her mouths grip on Violet's nipple and let it fall free.  
	Violet eased her back onto the couch and
spread her legs wide.  In a quick motion, Violet's
mouth replaced her fingers.  She only paused long
enough to lick the tasty juices off her fingers.
	A few minutes under the tutelage of Violet's
talented  tongue was enough to bring Sharon almost
to the edge.  It'd been such a long time since she'd
felt this good. 
	"Oh God!"  she yelled out as she felt Violet's
warm tongue reach up inside her once more. "Don't
stop! What ever you do, don't stop!"
	Yet only a few minutes later, Violet did stop. 
It took a few moments for Sharon to realize it.  Her
eyes opened wide and sought out her lover.  She
found her a second later.  Violet was now totally
nude and was in the process of adjusting the strap on
the strap-on she had shown Sharon earlier.  Hanging
down between her legs, it looked even larger than
before.  Strapped tight, a small nub at the base of the
rubber cock extended into her own pussy, rubbing
against her clit.
	"Now the real fun begins."  Violet smiled.
	A sudden feeling of apprehension filled
Sharon at the thought of being penetrating by that
monster.  It was bigger than any man she had
known.  She opened her mouth to say something but
something held her back. Sharon remained mute as
Violet reached out and pulled her up off the couch.
	"Over the edge!"  She ordered in an
authoritative tone as she bent Sharon over the arm
of the couch.
	From a tube in her hand, Violet smeared a
large amount  of  clear lubricant  over the cockhead
of her dildo.  Then she pushed her slippery fingers
down between Sharon's legs and up into her already
lubricated pussy.  She pushed all five fingers in,
stretching the opening.     
	"Oooo"  moaned Sharon as she felt  the
initial intrusion.
	Violet pressed her naked body up against the
back of Sharon's own. She lifted her hanging cock
and positioned the head against the now saturated
tunnel.
	"Spread those beautiful legs, honey."  Violet
whispered into Sharon's ear as she nibbled at it.
"Cause you're going to love this."  she added with a
kiss.
	With that she began rubbing the round tip of
her cock up and down the length of  Sharon's pussy
before taking a firm grip and pushing it within her.
	"Aaaaa!"  Sharon yelled as she felt herself
being penetrated .
	"Relax."  Violet said as she eased the dildo
out a little, before pushing it back in twice the depth
of her first attempt.
	Violet reach around and rubbed her fingers
against Sharon's clit.  Doggy style was her favorite
position, it gave her such a feeling of superiority. 
Her frantic motions against the small nub at the top
of Sharon's cunt helped distract her from the pain as
Violet began to thrust deeper within her with an 
ever increased frequency.
	Gradually, the pain lessened and gave way to
an increasing pleasure.  Even through the artificial
cock,  Violet could feel the walls of Sharon's cunt
grabbing hold of her as she thrusted inside her one
more time. 
	"You love this, don't you?"  Violet asked
between thrusts as she grabbed both of the taller
woman's hips and pulled her ass hard against her.
	"Oh yes,"  Sharon panted as she began to
match Violet's rhythm and draw the dildo deeper
inside her.
	Violet slid her hands up and down Sharon's
body as she continued to fuck her with  ever
increasing ferocity.  Her fingers closed tight against
her breasts as she used then to pull Sharon against
her time after time.  Violet always got off fucking
other women in this way.  All of that sensitive lover
crap might've been ok for others, but she loved to be
in control.
	As short a time ago as this morning, Sharon
would've never entertained the suggestion that she
would let someone use her like this.  Like just a
pussy that was there for someone's pleasure. Yet
that was exactly how she was letting Violet  use her. 
And to Sharon's astonishment, that understanding
was turning her on in such a way that she couldn't
explain.
	Violet pushed Sharon's head and shoulders
down across the arm of the couch, giving her greater
access to the depths of her pussy. The constant
rubbing against her own love button was sending her
into pre-orgasmic fits as well.  Hot sweat covered
each of their bodies as both shook with the energy
and passion of unrestricted sex.
	Words between them were no longer
possible, the best they could manage were
animalistic grunts.  Yet even those were being
constantly interrupted by frantic gasps for breath.
	Totally lost in the fury of her passion, Violet
grabbed Sharon's long hair and pulled her head back. 
With a  fierce fire in her dark eyes, Violet pressed
her lips hard against the helpless girl beneath her. 
The taste of their tongues as they intertwined was
enough to push her to within an inch of the abyss.
	"Deeper."  Sharon gasped as Violet's tongue
slid out of her mouth.
	Try as she could, it would've been physically
impossible for Violet to get any more inside Sharon.
At least in the position they were in.
	"On the floor!"  Violet commanded as she
pulled the dildo all the way out. "On your back!"
	Not even giving Sharon time to comply, the
younger woman pushed her onto her back.  She
followed her a moment later and rammed the large
rubber cock between her outstretched legs.  
	Sharon screamed in ecstasy as Violet drove
the dildo it's full length within her.  Violet's massive
mounds pressed hard against Sharon's smaller
globes, causing an electric tingling as their nipples
touched.	
	Burying her temporary manhood deep inside
her new lover, Violet's body quaked in anticipation
of the explosion she knew was imminent.  Beneath
her, Sharon was lost in a similar state.  
	Continuing to pump away with all of her
strength, Violet was taken by surprise when Sharon
reached up with her legs and wrapped them  around
her buttocks, allowing her to penetrate to an even
greater depth.  Her arms also wrapped around her,
binding them together in an unbreakable lock.
	"Fuck me!"  Sharon screamed at the top of
her lungs.  A cry so loud that for a moment Violet
wondered it she could be heard out on the street.
	One final thrust was enough to unleash the
explosion that had been building within the two of
them.  Both bodies jerked violently as they were
consumed by the bodyquake that ripped through
each of them. 
	Sharon drove her nails deep into Violet's
back as an orgasmic paralysis gripped her.  Violet
continued to plummet the captive pussy that was
pressed so tightly against her own. Until she too was
gripped by that same loss of control.  
	Their journey through the endless ether of
sexual bliss was both instantaneous and timeless. 
Fireworks filled the sky and rivers of joy caressed
their quivering forms.  Soft, quiet moans filled the
air as hearts raced uncontrolled.
	As has been written many times, all good
things must end and eventually the fire that had
claimed both women cooled and their sweat
drenched  bodies began to untangle from each other. 
Sharon was still aware of the massive cock-toy still
filling ever inch of her cavity.  The feeling was so
unlike that she had after a violent love session with a
man. Usually she was faced with  a small feeling of 
disappointment as she felt his cock soften and slip
from her.  Instead it was now a constant reminder of
the joy she had just experienced.
	Violet was simply too exhausted to even pull
her strap on from within Sharon.  Instead she simply
stoked her now cool skin and planted a gentle kiss
on her lips.  The fires of aggression had cooled
within her, and now all she wanted to do was rest. 
	
	The late afternoon sun had already slipped 
beneath the tall buildings when Sharon emerged
from the small shop.  Thankfully the small apartment
in back had been equipped with a  hand held shower. 
She  would've really hated to have had to make the
long trip home with the unmistakable odor of sex
clinging to her.
	Over the next two hours, as she rode first the
subway and them the Long Island Railroad, Sharon
gave little notice to the multitude of people around
her. Instead her thoughts were focused on the
narrow ten inch package she clutched to her breast. 
That and the promise that if she ever needed another
demonstration of it's use, she merely had to ask. 

	With that idea, her smile grew ever brighter.


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Priorities ....

	A hundred years from now....
	  	 It won't matter how much money I had....
			What kind of house I lived in ....
				Or what kind of car I drove...	

	What will matter is that the world might be a better place...
		Because I was important in the life of a child. 	

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