Consumed

It started in her toes then spread throughout, a spark ignited, a wildfire consuming her soul. His lips the match, her body gasoline, every moment she had with him, he consumed her body, set her ablaze with a touch. 

His damaged soul, tattered like her own, encircled hers, and together they filled their wounds, sealing their cracks inside desire and want.

He left her unbalanced, uncertain and unsure. Such a fine line, she thought, between love and lust, keeping hope and giving up.

3 simple words to seal her fate, her heart and ears waited for him to speak.

A girl on fire, she needed a release, she needed to know he was there. She lay her head down, his face in her mind, his kiss an echo on her lips. She hoped he would see her before it was too late and she turned into ash at his feet.

Little Red and the Wolf

The club was packed. It was Halloween weekend and all the ghouls, ghosts and goblins had come out to play.

Music thumped through enormous speakers while bodies gyrated on the dance floor. The Mad Hatter danced with the queen, the Unicorn thrust her hips against the convicts lap. It was a sea of bodies dressed like extras in every film ever made.

She walked into this scene, her heart racing beneath her cape clad breast. She had never dressed so provocatively for a party before and she was suddenly self conscious of her attire. Tonight though was about new experiences and she was determined to have fun.

She wandered through the crowd till she made her way to the back to the Beer Garden where her friends had gathered round. Shots poured freely from glass to lips and she smiled as she took them in.

These where her people, the tribe she had joined when she decided to stand out instead of worrying about fitting in.

She found herself embraced in hugs, familiar lips kissing her own as they said their hellos. She removed her large and heavy coat, silently giving a fuck you to Mother Nature and her recent schizoid behaviors. “Thank God”, she thought as the heaters welcome stream blew onto her skin. “This cold is for the birds”. She rubbed her hands together as she collected herself and sat next to a new member of their group, one who, ironically was wearing a costume that fit her theme.

“Hi I’m Betty”, she said, extending her small, manicured hand,but tonight you can call me Little Red”.

He took his hand out of his glove, placing it in hers and she was pleasantly surprised at the notable spark. It coursed through her fingertips, generating a warmth in-between her legs that had nothing to do with the heater near her feet.

“Hi I’m JP Wolfington the Third” he said “but tonight you can call me Big Bad, or Mr. Wolf, whatever you prefer”

She laughed at his silly joke and was oddly disappointed when his hand was again hidden under fur. Although she had yet to see his face, she was intrigued by this mystery man whose eyes sparkled like a blue summer sky beneath his mask. His voice was deep and rich and she tried to imagine the face that matched these two facts.

He offered her a shot then held up his glass, “To wherever the night takes us”, he said as he raised his glass to meet hers. “Here, here” she replied as she swallowed her drink.

Three shots later and a half a dozen “dance breaks” she went in search of her wolf. Her inhibitions had stayed on the dance floor and she was aiming for fun. She found him sitting in the same spot as their first encounter and stopped for a moment to take him.

His face was completely unknown to her but the plaid shirt he had on hugged real muscle and his jeans hugged a firm, well toned ass. If she was being honest with herself, she was incredibly turned on by not knowing what lay underneath.

She sauntered up to him and placed her hand around his eyes, daring him to guess. “Hey Red! Is that you?”

Suddenly without allowing herself to think, she found herself whispering “Yes and if you want to play in my forrest Mr. Wolf, follow me…”

Within seconds he was on his feet, taking her hand in his and following her lead. She led him to tiny closet near the restrooms that she had discovered by mistake. Ensuring the coast was clear, she quickly opened the door and ushered him inside.

He pushed her up against the wall and when she saw he was removing his head piece she closed her eyes. She was enjoying this little game of hers and did not want to see. He left his gloves on though and rubbed them against her body as his lips met hers.

Her knees became jelly in seconds and she wasn’t sure she could breathe or speak. She had stuck her finger in the light socket and was now being electrified.

He released her for a second, his breath matching her own ragged gasp. “Holy fuck” he said and she envisioned his smile in the dark.

He grabbed her shoulders and spun her around pushing her chest into the wall. In one swift movement her tights where around her ankles, her panties pushed to the side. Her red dress and crinoline where hiked above her waist.

She heard his gloves hit the floor and then his zipper come undone. The crinkle of the condom wrapper sent a shot of adrenaline through her as he pushed against her thighs.

He had become her wolf, bending her forward and spreading her legs thrusting himself deep inside. His lips found her shoulder and his teeth sank into her flesh, as she screamed in delight.

Over and over he pounded into her, his body moving in a cardinal dance of lust and desire. The 9 inch nails song “Animal” pumped through the vents and their movements became frantic and raw as their bodies moved in sync.

Her nails ran across the concrete wall as she bit her bottom lip. She came over and over, her body quivering as she held the wall for support. He joined her shortly after and they stood, his lips on the back of her neck as they tried to catch their breathe.

Quickly they redressed, theirs bodies, his face, a mystery to the eyes, yet intimate lovers with their hands. She walked out first, then him, making their way back to their friends.

The shots contributed to flow and the night wound down to a close. People gathered round to say their goodbyes. She didn’t know his name, didn’t know what he looked like, yet tonight, well, she had the time of her life.

She grabbed her coat and wrapped herself tight, the soft warm fur sending a sudden shiver to her thighs. She walked out into the night, a smile crossing her face. She wondered if her body would recognize him the next time they met, since her eyes would not.

There was a party in a few weeks, and maybe he would be there. She stopped for a brief minute and made sure there was no one in sight. Then she tipped her head back and let out a howl. She decided she adored Halloween, no tricks and one insanely delicious Treat.

I’m Home

She waits for him, sitting in the darkened room, her robe thrown open, the breeze from the open window caressing her goose marked skin. Her fingers slide down her body, a blind man reading Braille, seeking the words etched in her flesh.

Breathe in, breathe out. The smell of her sex invades her nose, she feels an aching throb between her legs as they part to welcome fingers traveling down, down, down…

She tilts her head back, hair spilling onto naked shoulders as her hips arch in response. Her fingers stop mid-air as she hears the key turn the lock, her heart begins to race…

“Honey” he says, “I’m home”….

Girls Night In

Jasmine and Tabitha sat on their buttery soft leather couch, feet outstretched on their ottoman, pouring themselves their second glass of wine each.

They had an early dinner and had settled into pajamas. It had been a long week for each of them and tonight was a girls night.

They had purchased all the essentials, ice cream for later with raw cookie dough, microwaveable popcorn and a favorite chick flick. The chatted about their day, sipping their wine, and giggled over stories of really bad first dates. 

Neither woman imagined that she would find herself, snuggled up under a blanket on a Friday night, pleasantly buzzed and far away from the club scene that had dominated their early twenties. Their birthdays, only a few months apart would see soon usher them into 30. They had grown and changed so much in the last few years, and tonight, they were appreciative of the simple pleasures in life.

They turned their movie on and began to settle in, curling up close to one another for comfort. The companiable comfort of best friends who felt completely at home with each other.

 Jessica laid her head on Tabithas lap, her long auburn hair spilling onto the cushion beside her. Tabitha absentmindedly ran her fingers through it, suddenly aware of how silky smooth it felt. Within a few minutes, the second glass of wine hit her and Tabitha grew impulsively bold. She ran the tip of her finger down Jessica’s face, stopping at her lips and stroking them softly.

Jessica, herself equally buzzed, closed her eyes and melted into the touch, enjoying the little sparks coursing into her toes. A contended sigh escape from her mouth as her body relaxed. When she felt soft lips touch her own, she didn’t back away but parted her lips, allowing their tongues to explore.

The movie all but forgotten, the women found themselves thoroughly entranced. Their bodies responding to each other’s touch, explorers on foreign soil, navigating without a map. 

Jessica sat up, wrapping her arms around Tabitha, her kisses growing harder, her desire mounting by the second. Her lips moved down Tabithas neck, kissing her collar bone, softly blowing on her neck.  Her friend shuddered in response while goosebumps broke out on her flesh. Emboldened by this response, Jessica moved to her breasts, her lips grazing them over her cotton top. Tabitha peeled her top off, her blonde curls falling over her shoulders in thick and heavy waves.  Her breasts where beautiful, large and firm, not yet softened by motherhood or age. She watched with curiosity as Jessica’s lips found her hardened nipples and she began to suckle like a hungry babe. Sounds of pleasure escaped her lips, as she gave into the moment and allowed her last inhibitions to fall away.

She took Jessica’s hand and slid it under the drawstring of her pants, desperate to feel her fingers on her and inside. The circular motion on her clit sent waves of pleasure coursing through her and she knew she would cum without penetration for the first time. 

Her impatience growing, Tabitha  shoved her pajama pants down around her ankles guiding her friends head between her thighs. Jessica kissed her then tasted her, wondering why she had ever been afraid or nervous about this before. 

She was sweet, like honeysuckle and her wetness coated her tongue. Tabithas thighs clenched her face urging her deeper inside as she lifted her hips. When Tabitha began to orgasm, she could feel her spasm beneath her lips and her face was squeezed tight. 

They took a moment to lay there, both uncertain of what had just transpired. It had felt so natural and right. They had been friends for such a long time and their coming together had felt like an extension of this friendship, the next evolution in their lives.

Tabitha sat up first, a mischievous gleam in her eye. She poured them each a new glass of wine, and put rewound their movie to the part they left off. She sat there, sipping her Chardonnay, her fingers lazily tracing circles on her friends hand as they began to watch their show.

Jessica had experienced something new and thought Tabitha, she would like a try. The night was still young and so where they. Who the hell needed nightclubs when they could stay in for girls night?!

The Conference

Samantha and her husband sat at the bar, both trying to hide their nervous anticipation. They had talked about this night for a long time. Neither really certain it would ever happen.

Their weekend get-a-way for his accountants conference was about to take on an entirely new meaning.

Sam’s phone pinged with a text. “Be there in 5 minutes” it said. She tried to slow her racing heart as she passed the phone to her husband to read. She couldn’t be certain but his eyes seemed to glint in the dim, smoke filled light.

She was sitting facing the door and making her face neutral when she saw him walk in. She breathed a silent sigh of relief when she saw he looked like the photos he’d sent. Tall and slim, with dark brown eyes and jet black hair, she watched him saunter to the table, appreciating his rock climbers physique.

“Mark?”, she asked, hand extended waiting for his his. He smiled, showing off a perfectly straight row of teeth and replied “Yes. So nice to meet the two of you face to face.”

Slipping into the seat next to her, they began to chat. Her face was soon flushed and warm as the alcohol from her chocolate martini slowly coursed through her veins.  After a time, they stood in unison and paid for their tab. They walked into the cool Chicago night, making their way towards the hotel. Sam linked her arm in Marks and demurely holding her dress with her free hand as the wind whipped it around her bare thighs. Strands of her hair flew loosely around her face and she felt her heart flutter like a humming bird in her chest.

They made it to the hotel, the three of them walking side-by-side, playing it cool in the lobby as they waited for their elevator to arrive. Her hands felt suddenly slick and there was a wetness spreading between her thighs.

She ushered them into the room,excusing herself to go an change. A pair of red lace panties with a matching bra sat on the shelf in the bathroom and she hurriedly changed. A sudden bout of shyness came over her and she grabbed a towel, wrapping it around her tight.

She took a deep breath and walked into the room, the one with the King size bed, her husband and the man she met that night. She looked them both in the eye and then dropped her towel, letting it fall at her perfectly manicured feet.

She lay down on the bed and closed her eyes. Her ears taking in the sound of a zipper coming down, jeans falling on the floor. Fingers, calloused and strong ran down her legs, stopping at her panties tracing lazy circles around her hip bones. A moan escaped from her lips and she gave into sensations that invaded her body. When Marks head found its way between her thighs she gripped him tight.

She opened her eyes and saw her husband, sitting in the chair in front of the bed. Theirs eyes met and she smiled as he watched her, getting ready to fuck another man.

Mark slipped her panties of, putting his finger inside of her, feeling the silky smooth softness within. He leaned in to kiss her, his tongue exploring her lips and she felt his cock, hard and throbbing, straining to be released.

Grabbing the condom from the dresser, she handed it to him, watching intently as he put it on.  Her entered her in a solid, take charge thrust and hands snaked around his back, fingertips digging in. She raised her hips to meet him, pulling him deeper inside. They broke away for a moment and she got on her knees arhubg her back like a kitten mid-stretch.

She looked into her husbands eyes knowing how he liked her best. If he was going to play the voyeur then she would give him a show. Her hips pushed against his hips and she listened to the sound of their bodies slamming together.

Her closed eyes popped open with the feel of a cock near her mouth. Eagerly she took her husband past her lips, tasting him, sucking him, reveling in the feel of four hands on her body, her senses about to explode.

Hands wrapped in her long hair and her throat was fucked, making her gag from the force of his desire. All the while Mark kept fucking her and she thought she might just lose her mind.

They eventually decided to up the ante and play out a fantasy she had. Her husband lay on the bed and she climbed onto his lap. He kissed her passionately, lips crushing hers as electricity ran through her feet. He was inside of her and then Mark, both men filling her to the brim. Two cocks, long, strong, hard as rocks in her at once. Her body stretching to accommodate them both. Her inner Catholic girl screamed with guilt and her inner slutty girl told her to shut the fuck up.

She gave herself to the moment, biting into the pillow to muffle her screams, not wanting to disturb the people next door. Over and over they moved inside of her, till she couldn’t take it anymore. Her orgasm crescendoed then peaked and her body spammed with relief.

They released her from their octopus like hold and she lay on her back as both men came on her stomach covering her in the warm, sticky proof of their desire.

They washed up and dressed, taking the elevator in silence each lost in thought and said goodbye to their new friend. The first of what, she hoped, was more to come.

Sam grabbed her husbands hand holding it tight, her fingertips touching his, feeling the energy that flowed between them. She could already feel her lids growing heavy knowing she would sleep soundly tonight. They climbed into their bed, oddly more empty with one less person sharing the space. “Who knew accountants had so much fun?” she thought as she settled into the pillow, covers wrapped around her tight.

She wasn’t math smart the way her husband was but was certain her new favorite number was 3.  She found a smile play across her lips as she drifted off to sleep, perhaps to replay this evenings events and what next years conference might bring.

Gone Camping

She sat cuddled on the sofa, wrapped in a comfy blanket, in her ratty college sweatshirt and tees. An old black and white film played from one of the VHS tapes they kept for such nights. He walked from the back room towards her, a mischievous gleam in his eye. With his hand outstretched he silently beckoned to her, as she followed him out into the night. She glanced up and saw the moon was hidden behind a blanket of clouds, minimal stars provided only a sliver of light.  It was the perfect evening for what they were about to do, the darkness providing cover from prying eyes.

They walked a few feet from their camper door to the old and worn picnic table that knew them well. He sat on the hard wooden bench and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her into his embrace. Their lips met in a passionate kiss and their tongues explored one another. Her fingers made their way under his shirt, feeling the muscles beneath as her nails drew lines across his chest. A breeze made it’s way past the canopy of trees that surrounded them and she felt goosebumps break out on her exposed arms. She fell to her knees in front of him, her mouth moving over his shorts, enthralled with the feel of his cock as it grew hard beneath the fabric and her touch.

She unzipped his shorts, pulling him through the opening and began to lick and suck, reveling in the taste of his skin as he slid around her lips. His hands grasped her head and he grabbed a handful of her hair, bucking his hips forward pushing himself further down her throat. Suddenly he grabbed her by the shoulders, ushering her up and roughly pushed her up against the end of the table, pulling her sweatpants down around her legs. He slid a finger inside her panties, rubbing her clit with his free hand, watching her squirm with delight. He pressed his hips against her back and she felt him, swollen and throbbing beneath his shorts. She reached her hand behind her to touch him but he grabbed her wrist, pushing himself harder into her while keeping her from touching him.

He slid her panties down to her thighs and within seconds he was inside her, pushing her stomach into the wood as she used her free hand to hold on. He wasn’t gentle, this wasn’t making love. This was raw and unadulterated lust, and he was rutting with her like a forest beast. Her hair came loose from its braid and fell onto the table, collecting bits of twig and leaves that had fallen from the trees above.

Their breathing came in hard, fast gasps, their sounds mingling with the crickets and bullfrogs who seemed to serenade this midnight tryst. She bit her bottom lip, desperate not to cry out, aware that sleeping people surrounded them on all sides in campers just like their own. When he slid out of her and reentered in her ass, she thought she would loose all self-control. Pleasure mingled with a tingling pain, he stretched her insides till all she could feel was him thrusting hard and deep inside of her. She held onto the table, standing on the tips of her toes as he rocked her body into an orgasm that left her weak. Yet, he continued on, despite her spasms around his cock, despite her shaky legs that now resembled a new born colt. Over and over her pounded into her,  her body flooding with a river of sensations that overwhelmed her with pleasure.

She felt his fingers dig deep into her waist and heard his breathing get harsher, she knew he was about to cum, leaving his seed inside of her, leaving the scent of him in her very skin. He rested his head on her shoulders still covered in her sweater and kissed the back of her neck. Gently he removed himself from her and she felt his release falling down her legs. He squeezed her tightly and released her, as they both silently pulled their pants back over naked waists.

He grabbed her hand and guided her back inside, and she quickly took a peek through the screen door. The bench looked no different, the night creatures still performed their serenade and as far she could tell all of the campers still lay peacefully in their beds. She closed her curtains and turned out the lights, knowing that tonight she would sleep peacefully, her mind replaying this excursion again and again.

She loved this little secret of theirs, this ritual they performed when they were free from responsibilities and work and kids, the weekends when they went camping, hiding away from the world. “The weekend had just begun”, she thought to herself with a smile. She wondered what they would get up to tomorrow night.

Tick Tock

Sandy was on edge. It seemed the day could not go by fast enough. She glanced at the clock again, only 2 p.m. 5 hours left. Only 5 more hours and she would be in the throws of passion once more. The anticipation was making her excited and her panties were wet at the thought of his touch.

She sat at her desk and closed her eyes, listening to the rainfall outside of her window. As clearly as if she was seeing a photo in her hands, she called him up in her mind’s eye. Tall and lanky, his body was lean and ripped. The time he put in at the gym showed, and she fantasized about running her fingers down his muscular chest, her nails scraping into his tanned flesh.

There were many things she liked about his appearance but his eyes were one of her favorites. They were the color of amber, golden with flecks of brown and green that changed hues in the sunlight. Those eyes could say a thousand things to her without his mouth uttering a sound. They expressed his love, his want, and his desire. In a single glance, she could read his need without ever touching him, knowing exactly what he wanted.

She breathed deeply as the memory of him invaded her senses and she went deeper down the rabbit hole of thoughts.

Their last encounter had been mind-boggling. She had lain there; her dress hiked above her waist, her hair a tangled and knotted mess, a sheen of sweat on her forehead as she tried to catch her breath. The orgasm had been intense, her fingers and toes curling simultaneously as she had given way to spasms of pleasure. A smile had formed on her raw lips, bruised and battered from his kisses. They had made out like teenagers in her car, while his fingers had traced lines along her inner thigh, and goose bumps broke out on her flesh. Her neck had tingled in the spots his beard had scraped as he bit her and sent shock waves into her feet.

They had stumbled into the house, their hands a frenzy of touch, their lips interlocked as she fumbled with her keys. Their desire had been so intense they hadn’t even bothered removing their clothes. Hastily unzipping his fly, releasing his throbbing cock straining beneath his jeans. In an instant he had her on her knees in the living room, hiking her dress above her waist, pushing her black silk panties to the side. He had entered her from behind, her back arching and hips aching for his grip. His cock was a steel rod inside of her, all logical thought ceased as she felt the throbbing between her legs. She screamed for God, yelled out his name, begging him to go faster, harder, needing to feel every inch of him.

The sound of their bodies colliding was a symphony of lust, the sweetest music she’d ever heard. Her hands gripped the white shag carpet, as her hair tumbled over her eyes. His body was a wrecking ball and she the wall. Her eyes rolled back into her head as moans escaped from her lips. They had become primal, mating like beasts in the forest. Words replaced by grunts and groans of pleasure echoing into the night.

Nothing brought her this kind of pleasure, nor this kind of pain. Their time apart was agonizing, her body primed and ready, waiting to be filled once more. She was a slave to desire, days filled with want, knowing she would soon give in to her bodies commands.

The ringing of her phone brought her crashing back to reality. Her eyes opened with a start. “Fuck” she thought, quickly regaining her composure.She quickly remembered she was in her office and there was still work to be done. “Tick…tock…” she said silently glancing at the clock before answering her phone. Only four hours and 20 minutes left to go. Time couldn’t pass quickly enough.

3 a.m.

3 a.m.

It’s 3 a.m. in the big city, the stars are shining brightly overhead. The sounds of cars zooming by, people on their way to the next destination fill the air. The city has insomnia, beckoning people to come out and play, and they willingly comply.

I’ve awoken from another dream, the kind that leaves your heart racing and skin slick with sweat. Sleep, it seems may elude me tonight. I look at him, so peaceful and calm, laying in the space beside me, his breath coming in steady beats. I want to wake him, feel his arms around me, listen to his heartbeat and count the spaces in between.

Instead, I get out of bed, walk to the balcony of the hotel room and step outside, allowing the breeze to cool my skin. My senses are heightened in this state and I listen to the sounds of laughter from the street below, echoes reaching my ears. I light a cigarette, inhaling deeply, the nicotine rush invading my lungs and consuming my brain.

Goosebumps break out onto my flesh,  I make my way back inside, eager to feel the warmth of his skin next to mine. I know I should let him sleep, but I can’t help myself. He is so peaceful, so fucking beautiful and I am overcome with a need to have him.

Covering him with soft, butterfly gentle kisses on his cheeks he begins to stir as I slip in beside him, my leg wrapping over his waist. My kisses become more urgent and I lose myself in the scent of his skin and feel of his lips. Only a thin cotton sheet separates me from his cock which has responded before consciousness has taken over. I push the sheet aside and straddle him, slipping my panties off while slipping him inside, my hips pushing him deeper into me.

He is fully awake now, a wicked gleam in his eyes. I am suddenly on my back and he is thrusting into me harder and harder. Legs around his waist, nails digging into his back, his name bursting from my lips. His lips are on my neck, biting into the soft hollow above my collar bone and I scream in agony and delight. I begin to cum and feel myself spasm around him, my body pulsating with pleasure. When he cums, he releases himself inside me, and I slip my panties back on, capturing his scent on my clothing.

He kisses me softly on the lips, the dredges of sleep beckoning him back into the world he left behind. I feel the same pull now, feel the same sweet waves of exhaustion roll over me like ocean mist.

It’s 3 a.m., outside my window the city never sleeps. Inside this bed, next to him, our bodies intertwined like knots, I listen to the siren call of sleep and think for now I just might.

Mrs. Rockfords Secret Life

None of the neighbors knew what took place behind the ornate cherry wood doors of 511 Locker Lane. From the outside, with its trimmed hedges, neatly placed shrubs, perfectly manicured lawn, the house looked like all the others lining the quaint and quiet street. A bicycle laid up against the garage, waiting for the little girl who owned it to get home from school and ride it down the road to her best friend’s house to play. A soccer ball sitting on the grass, a reminder of the rousing game that the little boy and his dad had played the night before till the street lights came on.

The kids were at school, the husband at work, and the only occupant inside was busy getting ready for her guest soon to arrive. Mrs. Rockford, as she was known, was a sight to behold. 5’8 with legs that reached to the sky, her waist trim and small. Her hair was long and brown, cascading down her back. When her family was home she wore it in her usual messy bun atop her head, her “mom” uniform complete. Today, however, she wore it down, only the sides pinned back to keep it out of her face. She was finishing putting on her makeup, her transformation from housewife almost complete. Her green eyes shimmered under the carefully placed eye shadow and eye liner that adorned her face. Her lipstick was a dark shade of red, lending a mysterious air to her pale face.

She moved to her bedroom, the very picture of middle-class bliss. A large four-poster bed sat in the middle of the room with small nightstands on either side. In the corner was the large, oversized chair made of buttery soft leather. It was her compromise the room was not so “girlie”. In turn, she got the matching throw pillows she wanted for the bed. A win for both.

She walked into her walk-in-closet and found the trunk she kept hidden behind her vast collection of shoe boxes, neatly lined in a row. Inside where the things she needed for today and she pulled it out into the center of the room. She removed her ratty sweat pants and t-shirt and began to get dressed.

First came a black lacy thong, then leather booty shorts on top. A black and red corset cinched in her waist. A black leather bra came next, then a think choker chain around her neck. Knee high leather boots covered her feet. She threw a sheer, silk, black robe on top; she was ready for her session to begin. She went down to her basement, the sound of her high heeled boots clicking on her hardwood floors.

A timid knock signaled he was there. She opened the door to let him in; playtime started the moment they entered the door. He was a tall and foreboding, with jet black hair and piercing blue eyes. At 6’3 and packed with muscle, he was the kind of man you noticed walking down the street. He stood in her doorway, eyes downcast, shoulders hunched, waiting for permission to enter her domain. “You may come inside,” she told him, “Remove your clothing in the changing room then come back out immediately,” she said. “Yes Mistress V” he replied, knowing that this was the only acceptable response. He did as told and came back into the room, naked save only for his blue boxer briefs. “Kneel” she commanded, attaching a large, spiked dog collar around his neck. She clipped a heavy chain to it and then began to walk him by it into the playroom where the fun would begin.

She punched in a key code next to a sturdy metal door off of her laundry room and listened to the locks unlatch.  This room was nothing like the rest of her tidy, suburban home. An old root cellar, the walls were still concrete, the air musty and damp. A single red light bulb cast an eerie glow, lending to the ambience, setting the mood. She walked him to the large leather table that dominated the center of the room, laying him down on his stomach before strapping his hands and feet into the attached cuffs. Slowly she walked over to one of the walls, taking her time on selecting what instruments she would use today.

This particular man liked pain; liked to lose control. Her clients ranged in degrees of what they wanted and her shop accommodated their needs. “Our safe word today is Flower,” she told him, as she ran her fingers across her wall of toys. He blinked his eyes in agreement, the ball gag she had shoved in his mouth after tying him up, making it impossible to talk. She would remove it before the harder core play started but she knew he liked the initial few minutes of being completely helpless on her bench, it wound him up.

Satisfied with her selection, she moved back over toys in hand. His eyes grew wide as he saw what she held in them. She had selected the Humbler today; he was in for a treat. She took her riding crop and smacked him hard on the ass. “I’m going to remove the restraints on your legs,” she said. “I want you up on your knees. Do you understand?” He nodded his head yes and climbed onto his knees when she released his legs, ass up in the air. She took the Humbler, attaching the testicle cuff to his balls, the metal lip resting against the back of his thighs. He would have to sit perfectly still for the remainder of their session, or he would be in a world of pain. She rubbed his bare bottom gently at first; then she began to spank. First with her hand, leaving red fingerprint shaped marks, then with her riding crop. His ass became red and raw, streaks running up and down his milky white skin. She took a butt plug, and inserted it into him, thrusting in and out of him while she ran a metal comb up and down his back. His eyes were wide with the mixture of pleasure and pain, and he wanted desperately to thrust his hips, the Humbler keeping him firmly in place.

The timer went off through her speakers signaling their play session had come to an end. She took a jar of cream she kept on her shelf, rubbing his skin, soothing his sore spots. Gently she released him from his restraints, reminding him to stand slowly. He stretched getting his bearings as she began to clean up. He left her payment on the bathroom counter after he got dressed. He kissed her on the cheek, thanking her as always for her time.

She hopped in the shower and changed back into her mom mode once more. Her hair once more in its classic bun, her face once again makeup free. She had two clients coming in tomorrow, but she would worry about that then. Today her kids had requested her famous meatloaf. Just outside her doorway, a school bus rumbled down her street. The door opened, and the sounds of laughter and squealing filled her halls. “Mom were home” She made her way into the living room hugging her children tight. “How was your day?” her son asked. “Oh you know,” she said, “same things different day, not much happens when you’re a housewife.”

Hidden Chapters

The package arrives at my doorstep. A cream colored box with black satin ribbon tied in a neat bow. The card attached simply says: “Open me”.

My heart races with excitement, my fingers eager to reveal the secret inside. Carefully I untie the ribbon, lifting the lid. Cottony soft tissue paper encases the surprise and I have reverted to a child at Christmas eager to see my new “toy”. I gasp when I lift the dress from the box. It’s stunning. A beautiful, beaded black gown made of a fabric so delicate I am afraid it might rip. Underneath is a simple silver chain adorned with a brilliant diamond, and earrings that match. Tonight is a special night and I cannot wait to dress up for him.

I make my way into the bathroom and start the shower, the mirror fogging up with steam. Stepping inside I’m enveloped by the heat, a blanket made of water holding me in it’s embrace. I begin to shave making sure that I am smooth and hairless, the way he likes. I smile when I think of him telling me how the only hair he likes are the long, wavy tresses that adorn my head.

I’m reluctant to leave the waters warmth but there is preparation to do for the night ahead. Skin still steaming, I rub the body oil that he purchased for me into my skin, the smell of vanilla with a touch of lavender reaching my nose. Naked I pad to my dresser, gingerly looking through my lingerie draw, seeking the perfect match for the beautiful dress. I settle on black silk panties with a tiny pink satin bow on the front. Its a merging of innocence and sexy, a combination he adores. Thigh highs come next, the kind with the line down the back, attaching them to garters, securing them in place. The dress fits like a glove waiting on a hand, hugging me in all the right places, showing off my curves and bottom. It dips low in the back and the air is pleasant as it moves across my exposed skin. The final touch are the heels he bought on our last outing, “I love your tiny feet” he exclaimed. “They should be showcased in something as gorgoues as you”. I had blushed at his compliment then smiled as we walked out the door, my feet walking on what felt like pillows with heels.

One final glance in the mirror before heading out the door and I know he will be pleased. I know longer look like a college girl with her hair in a ponytail and makeup free. I feel like a Goddess in the flesh and I can’t wait to see the reaction my transformation brings.

The car arrives to pick me up, his driver, a tall, bulky silent man, comes around to open the door. The look on is face when he sees me tells me I’ve hit my mark. He leans in and kisses me on the cheek, slipping the envelope with cash discreetly into my hand. I don’t count it, there is no need, we’ve been doing this for a long time and have developed trust. For the next 4 hours I am his and his friends will meet the girl “he met at the coffee shop”.

A few hours in we will politely dismiss ourselves and head back to the room he’s prepared. He will take his time to undress his “doll” seeing the surprises I’ve worn underneath. I will lay him on the bed and remove the dog collar I’ve secured in my purse. Placing it around his neck, he will spend the rest of our time on his knees, obeying my commands and doing as I ask.

It is the nature of secrets, the games and hobbies people have. No one knows he pays me, no one knows what comes when we leave. It’s what they say about not judging a book by it’s cover. You never know what’s in the pages, especially the hidden ones written by bodies in the dark.

The Education of Victor

Tricia took at a look at her calendar. She had an appointment for 7 p.m. This one was an in-call, she would go to him. She always dressed more casually when she went to a hotel. Her time in the industry had taught her a few things and the most important was to blend in. She chose a cute strapless dress with a flower pattern, paired it with just under the knee brown leather boots. A chunky necklace and a slim belt added to her look. Anyone who glanced her way would assume she was a young woman, entering the hotel to see her boyfriend or husband. Underneath she put on a red, lacy pair of panties, forgoing a bra. In her experience the appointments under 2 hours always resulted with her clothes on the floor fairly fast. Time, in her line of work was indeed money and the shorter sessions went by fast.

At precisely 7 she knocked on the door, and had to hide her surprise. The man who opened it looked like a fresh faced teen, for a moment she was afraid she had the wrong room. He had black wavy hair  and thick black glasses that did nothing to hide his baby blues. Dressed in a sweater with a white cotton t-shirt underneath and blue jeans. He was cute and very, very shy.

“Victor?” she asked, “Hi I’m Tricia, nice to meet you”. she said. He took her hand and offered her a seat, nervously stirring the straw in his oversized glass. “Hi Tricia, nice to meet you too. I’m glad your real. I was really worried you might not look like your photos”.

“Oh sweetie I’m real alright” she said with a smile. “Now come on, sit next to me, lets get to know each other and relax a bit”. He pointed to the counter showing her the stack of liquor bottles and soda laid out in a row. “Would you like something to drink?” he asked, “I make a mean Long Island Ice Tea”.

“Sure” she replied, “I’d love one”. Tricia had found in her experience that sipping on a drink with a client helped to put them at ease. She never had more than a few sips, long ago learning the art of making it look like she was drinking even if she was not.

After he made her drink he sat in the oversized leather chair, fiddling with his hands and straw. “Your nervous aren’t you?” she asked. “Yes” he replied, “it’s been a really, really long time”

“Have you ever done this before?” she asked, “Used the services of someone like me?”

“No” he meekly replied, “This is a first”

“Well then, ” she said, “we will take things slow and go only as far as your comfortable ok?” He smiled at that and Tricia smiled back. He was cute and she was determined to help him enjoy his experience however she could.

“So tell me about yourself Victor. It helps to get to know someone a bit” she said.

“Well, I travel a lot for work and it’s been a long time since I’ve been in a relationship, 7 years to be exact. I’ve finally decided that the best way for me to get back out there is to shake off my nerves. I thought this might be an easier transition than going to a bar first”.

“Of course, I understand that. I do have to ask you though, you know how old I am correct?” This was a first for her, most of her clients were her age or older, she needed to be certain he was ok with the fact that she was 40, a far cry from his 27 years.

“Yes, I do”, he said. “I thought an older woman with more experience would be good for me. I’m certain you’ve seen I’m shy and I’ve been told that a woman in her 40’s is not as inhibited as girls my age”.

“Absolutely true my dear man.” she replied. “I have found that life has only gotten better with age and it will for you too. Come closer, let me see that tattoo that’s peaking out from your shirt.”

He moved closer to her and Tricia rolled up his sleeve, her fingertips gently grazing his arm as she watched goosebumps erupt on his flesh. “Tell me the story behind it…”

As he told her about his tattoo, Tricia quietly ran her fingers up and down his arm, feeling him relax under her touch. His body language began to change as leaned in more and slowly began to stroke her leg. “Do you have more?” she asked. “Yes, but they are under my shirt on my back and chest. Want to see?”

She smiled as she nodded yes, realizing she had found her in. So long as he was chatting and showing his ink, he wasn’t overthinking her presence or what was coming next. He slowly removed his sweater then his shirt, standing bare chested in front of her as she took him in.

As he spoke, Tricia leaned in, gently kissing his neck then his chest as her fingers traced lazy circles around his back. She felt him loosen in her arms, the nerves he had earlier falling away into the wind. She stood from her chair, and kissed his lips. They were soft and hesitant at first but soon shifted as he began to respond to her mouth on his.

“Wanna go to the bedroom?” she asked. He simply nodded in return, taking her hand and leading the way. She turned on her radio and sat on the overly soft hotel room bed. Patting the spot next to her, she beckoned to him to join her and relax.

Slowly she went, kissing him on his face, his neck. Letting the moment build, she touched him along his body through his remaining clothes. She removed her dress, sitting only in her panties, her breasts bare, nipples hardening with the cold. He took in the sight of her, his eyes becoming fingers that touched every part of her with a glance. “It’s ok to touch me” she said, “take your hands and explore”. Hesitant at first then with more confidence he began to trace the outline of her body with her fingertips, telling her she was beautiful as he showed her how he felt with his touch.

She laid him on his back and unbuttoned his pants, helped him out of the remainder of his clothes. He lay there, naked on the bed, his cock hard and at attention, his eyes never leaving hers. “Kiss me” she said, and he complied, his arms wrapping around her waist tight. She removed her panties, tossing them onto the floor, then climbed on his lap, rubbing her body against his as his hands entwined themselves in her hair.

“Are you ready?” she asked, he nodded yes. She placed him inside her, her hips thrusting back and forth, as he watched her body undulate above him. Subtly she took his hands, placing them on her breasts, encouraging him to take charge and claim her body in the moment for his own.

She climbed off of him and lay on her back. “Come here” she said, as she guided his face between her legs. “I want you to taste me”. He was hesitant and a little unsure but he began to explore his with his tongue. “Good,” she told him “Not too much pressure, use your lips. I want you to lightly suckle my clit”. He took direction well and soon his shyness wore off as he found his own rhythm with his mouth. Tricia’s hips began to move in response, her hands found their way into his thick hair, holding his head in the right places as she began to feel waves of pleasure creeping up her toes. She was close to orgasm when she stopped him and turned him over once more on his back. She wanted to cum with him, a synchronistic moment of pleasure.

She watched his face through eyes that were partially closed, took in his features and the smile forming on his lips. It was all a little strange for her, being with someone so young, but she was determined to give him an experience he wouldn’t soon forget. Gently she leaned in and kissed his lips, whispering in his ear “In this moment, you belong to me and I belong to you. Let yourself go and cum with me”.

Harder she began to thrust her hips down onto him, taking him deep inside, her fingers digging into his chest. Her breasts swayed to the rhythym and she was encouraged to find his hand reaching up on it’s own to caress them. He was close, she could sense it and she began to move her hips forward and back, letting his cock explore her from every angle. His breathing quickened, his heart rate began to speed up and she knew he was about to find release. He pushed his hips ups in one final motion, his seed spilling into the condom and his body began to relax.

She lay there for a moment, allowing him to feel her body pressed against him as she kissed his lips and his neck. The silence was broken by the alarm letting them both know their time together had come to an end.

Gingerly she got dressed, taking her time as he watched her from the bed, his body covered by a thin sheet.

“I hope you enjoyed yourself Victor” she said. “If you would like to see me again, you know how to get in touch.” She grabbed the envelope of cash he had placed on the table and placed it in her purse, then walked back to the bed to to tell him goodbye. “Sweet dreams” she said as she kissed him once more and walked out the door.

As she started her car and lit a cigarette, she took a deep breathe and allowed herself to reflect on the moment and what had transpired. She never knew who she was going to meet when she walked through a door. She had officially become a “cougar”, something she had never really contemplated until that day. This experience, she thought, had been an education for them both.

Electricity

It starts in your toes, that electric jolt. That spark.

Up your ankles, past your knees, lingering in your thighs, like a lovers caress

In your hips as they move, side to side and forward and back.

Up your spine, through your shoulder blades

Reaching down into your fingertips and hands.

You’re alive, filled with desire, a match waiting to be lit.

Your lips moves in sync, breathes coming together as one.

Your hearts beat slowly then fast, thump…thump…thump…

Chemicals flood your brain, the best kind of high.

Sweat runs down your brow

and as you close your eyes your senses take hold then flight

Kisses become frantic and you cannot wait

Your a damn, about to burst, the pressure between your legs painful and sweet.

You want him, all of him, as you thrust your hips up, a welcome invitation for release.

Your body shivers as you let go, your head resting on his shoulder, as your fingers caress his face.

You lay there in his arms, taking in the scent of his skin, the warmth of his breath on your face.

It starts in your toes, that electric jolt. That spark….

Birthday Gift

The lightening cracks in the night sky, the air feels electrified. It matches the mood I’m in. My body is on fire, I’m aching for a release. I prepare myself for the evening ahead, certain that only one thing will extinguish the heat soaring between my thighs. I put on my black dress, the one that hugs my body like an old friend. Underneath I’ve chosen a white bra and matching lace panties, a little naughty mixed with the nice. I throw my long hair into a ponytail, put red lipstick on my lips. Black 4 inch heels round out my look. I feel sexy and vibrant, confident and strong. Tonight the boys won’t stand a chance and it’s exactly what I need.

The bar is thriving by the time I arrive. People mingle about. I scan the room, seeking out the objects of my desire. I find them, sitting in the back corner, glasses filled to the rim with beer. They are so different looking from each other but delicious in their own ways. The first is tall, bald, a goatee brushing his face. His lips are full, the kind that makes you want to lean in and give them a kiss. His muscles are visible under his white cotton shirt, his jeans strain against strong thighs. The second is shorter in stature but just as built, waves of brown hair and fabulous eyes. He also has the kind of mouth I want to kiss, tonight, if I get my way, I’ll try them both.

I make my way to the table next to them and order a drink, sip it slowly, as I glance their way. The bald one notices first, a smile forming on his lips. I smile back, then cast my eyes back towards my drink. His friend looks up to see what’s caught his attention and we repeat the ritual, acknowledge then look away. A few minutes later, with stolen glances abound, I stand from table and saunter over to theirs. “Hi, I’m Sara” I say, hand extended, showing off my perfectly manicured nails. “Hi I’m Jack” says the bald one, “and this is my friend Frank”.  “Do you mind if I join you guys? I’m out all alone tonight and wouldn’t mind the company” I ask.

“Sure” Jack replies, making room for me next to him. “Actually,” I say, “Would you mind if I sat between the two of you? Makes conversation easier and all”. He isn’t quite sure what to think of my request but scoots over allowing me in the middle seat.

“So fella’s, I’ll get right to the point. This rain has gotten me into quite a state. I’m as turned on as a cat in heat and today is my 35^th birthday. I’ve decide to give myself a present, the both of you…If you’re open to the idea of course”.

They look at me, unsure what to say, unsure how to proceed. After a moment, Frank takes the lead. “This isn’t some sort of joke is it? Are you a cop? A hooker? What’s the catch?”

“No catch, sweet man” I say as my finger runs up his thigh. “Life is short, and I feel like having fun. I came here tonight looking for an adventure, when I saw the two of you I wanted to take the chance”. Jack speaks next, a smile stretching from one end to the other on his sexy, stubbly face. “I would pinch myself or say I’m dreaming but then I might jinx this”.

“It’s not a dream and I am completely sincere. I have a room up the road. So what do you say fella’s? Wanna give this birthday girl a night she won’t forget?” My hands are now grazing both of their legs under the table.

Before they can answer I write the room # to my hotel on a napkin and give them address. “I’m going to leave now, I hope you will join me, I’d hate to have fun all by myself”. With that I stand up and kiss them each on their cheeks, leaving them as I walk out the door and toward my car. I head back to my hotel and take out the candles I’ve brought in my bag. I place them around the room, the scent of coconut and vanilla quickly filling the space. The rain is still falling steadily and I open the window allowing the smell and noise to make its way inside. My radio is turned to a favorite station, slow R&B jams coming from the Bluetooth speaker on the night stand. I open the bottle of wine I left chilling and take out 2 more wine glasses, making myself comfortable on the chase as I wait.

About 10 minutes later there is a knock on the door. My stomach turns in pleasant knots. I open it to let them in, ushering them to the couch in the next room. They remind me a little of deer’s caught in headlights, the uncertainty of the way their night has turned out etched on their faces. “Relax” I tell them. “I don’t bite, unless of course it’s what you like..”

I sit between them on the sofa and pour them each a glass of wine. “So gentlemen, this is how it’s gonna go. I’m going to kiss each of you, then I want you to take turns removing my clothes. I’ve never been with two men before so tonight is a first.  Well start off slow and see where this night takes us. Does that sound fair?” They nod in agreement and I turn first to Jack. I’ve been thinking of those lips since I spotted him across the room and the kiss doesn’t disappoint. They are full and firm, his tongue slips easily into my mouth, and I feel a tingling between my legs that reaches down to my toes. Frank is next, and once again I feel a jolt. They kiss differently but it’s good. I like the sensation of going between the two of them, feeling four hands caressing my body as my mouth explores theirs.

I stand up and get on my knees, my hands grabbing each of their cocks under their jeans. They are hard, excited, already turned on. “Unzip them” I instruct, as they eagerly comply. “Remove your boxers, I want to see what your hiding underneath” They stand there, naked from the waist down, two of God’s perfect specimens waiting for me to play. I grab Frank first, placing his rigid member into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the tip then moving further towards his shaft. Jack is firmly ensconced in my right hand as my fingers explore, squeeze and move.

I switch them up moving from one cock to the next, my hand substituting for a mouth when I am busy with the first. I’m so wet that my panties are completely soaked, I know I want them, need them now. “Undress me” I command, standing still as strong hands rip and pull at my clothes.

My dress, my bra, my panties make their way onto the pile on the floor. I stand naked before them, allowing them to soak in my body, as they decide what to do next. Jack makes the first move, grabbing me like a doll, picking me up and laying me on the couch. He buries his head between my legs, his mouth exploring me from the inside out.

Frank moves to the front of the couch, placing his cock inside my mouth. I am overwhelmed with sensations, and it feels fucking great. The switch spots and suddenly Frank is filling the space where Jacks head once was. His technique is different but nice. Tongue flicking over my clit, fingers deep inside. He suckles on my lips, the pressure bringing me closer and closer to the edge. Jacks removes his cock from my mouth and leans in for a kiss, our lips meet and I explode. Spasm after spasm rocks my body as Frank continues to eat.

I can’t decide which one I want inside me first, fuck I want them both. Frank takes the lead sitting me up and turning me around. He pushes my breasts into the cushion as he enters me from behind, Jack holding my hair as he guides his cock in and out of my mouth. They switch and Jack enters me, his cock long and thick, filling me up. Both boys are playing with a loaded deck and it feels amazing.

I want them both inside me, and I want them now. I tell Jack to sit on the sofa, and I lower myself on to him, feeling my ass expand with his girth, I grab Frank and have him face in front of me, guiding him inside. I can barely move, both of their cocks filling my insides making me scream with delight. Frank begins to move, and his movements guide my hips onto to Jack. Jack kisses the back of my neck as Frank kisses my lips. My arms are around Frank’s back, my nails digging into his flesh. I’m going to cum again, I can’t stop. Harder, faster, the three of us move as one, a beast with 6 arms and legs. My juices drip down my thighs soaking Jack’s lap. One by one they cum with me, their seed filling both of my holes. We lay there for a moment, bodies entwined, trying to catch our breath.

I kiss them both and smile, wiping sweat from my brow. We slowly release one another standing up and finding our clothes. It’s been the best birthday of my life. We chat for a while before I notice the clock. It’s 3 a.m. and I need to get some rest. I walk them to the door, kissing them both once more. “Thank you for making my night special” I tell them, “You both absolutely rock”. I shut the door behind them and change into my pajamas, let down my hair. Tomorrow is the bake sale for the PTA and I need to sleep. “Happy birthday” to me I whisper as I blow out the candles and turn out the light. “Happy birthday to me indeed”.

Midnight In the City

Midnight in the City

It’s midnight. The hotel is asleep but the city is wide awake. The thump, thump, thump of cars as they race down the street, a heartbeat of a town that never seems to sleep. I’m restless, lonely, and horny as hell.

Where does a girl go? What is she to do? My toys have been used, my fingers abused and yet the ache, the desire inside of me pulses and throbs. I think of ordering room service, ordering the sexy young bell boy for desert. Would he go for it? Would he say no? If I answered the door in my black silk teddy, high heels and a smile?

Too dangerous I think, one must not dine where she sleeps. Instead venture out into the cold winters night and see what fires can warm this body of mine.

I stop inside a bar, a small, nondescript thing around the corner from my hotel. I’m anonymous, a stranger in a strange town, on the prowl, a kitty kat in heat. I’ve dressed for the occasion. Black, tight dress, my 5 inch heels with the red sole. My hair is down and wild, blown by the wind it matches my mood. My lipstick bright red, the only pop of color on my pale skin.

Eyes turn when I walk in the room. I am giving off a primal scent, something they can pick up, something they seem to like.

“Patience” I tell myself, don’t rush. The night is young and so am I and mommy is in the mood for a play date of the adult kind. I saunter to the bar, careful to avoid eye contact, watching them instead through the corners of my eyes. “Who will it be?” I think. “Eenie Meenie Mini Mo, catch a patron by his toe…” I suppress the smile that wants to creep across my face, order a martini instead.

As I sip my drink, I take the time to look around. I am a little girl in an ice cream shop and there are many flavors I like. There is a good looking middle aged man to my left. Suit jacket casually strewn over his chair, tie loosened from around his neck. His hair is sandy brown and soft with flecks of grey around the temples. When his eyes meet mine I see his eyes are a steely blue, piercing and bright. A few seats away is a dark cocoa colored man, young and fit. His head is cleanly shaven, a goatee adorns his face. Chocolate or vanilla? What mood am I in for tonight?

My decision is made when blue eyes finishes his drink and leaves, leaving me with the obvious choice. I look up from drink to study my selection when I catch him looking at me back. He grabs his drink and walks my way, I find myself imaging what those lips will feel like against my skin.

He grabs his drink and walks over towards me, a smile forms on my lips. “Hello” he says, “I’m Anton”. “Hello” I reply back, “I’m Serena”. “Serena” he says, “A beautiful name to match a beautiful woman”. In spite of myself I blush. I’ve spent the last 5 minutes envisioning him naked in my head yet sitting next to him, side by side, my stomach does flip flops and I get butterflies.

“Well Anton”, I say, “I’ll cut to the chase. I’m all alone tonight and wide awake. I need some, shall we say, physical activity to help me sleep. Would you by chance know a good place a girl can get a hard workout this time of night?”

His eyes don’t hide his surprise at my boldness but he smoothly replies, “As a matter of fact Serena I do. I happen to have a state of the art gym at my place down the block. My equipment is guaranteed to break you into a sweat and work you hard”.

We finish our drinks without another word and I take his hand as we leave the bar. We drive in silence on the way to his home. His hand on my thigh, mine on his cock. We get out of his car and barely make it through his front door before he’s on me. His lips kissing my neck, his tongue flicking my ear.

I am suddenly on fire, electric, filled with carnal desire and want. My hands race down his tight chest, and around his back to his very firm ass. Within minutes my dress is off and on the floor and I am standing in the living room of a very sexy stranger, goosebumps breaking out on my flesh.

His clothes come next and he is a Greek god come to life. Chiseled and tone, my fingers trace the muscles on his stomach that taper to a into a v, an arrow pointing towards an early Christmas gift that I want to unwrap.

I fall to my knees as I unzip his fly, releasing his member from its denim cage. It’s large, throbbing beneath my fingers, hard as steel. I place my mouth on his cock, straining my jaw to fit him inside. He grabs my hair guiding my mouth, my tongue sliding up and down his shaft, my hand cupping his balls and squeezing them. A moan escapes from his lips and my eyes seek out his, words exchanged between us with a glance.

He grabs me by the shoulders and lifts me up from the ground, wrapping my legs around his waist as he carries me to the couch. He puts me down and bends me over the arm, entering me from behind. I bite my lip to avoid screaming out. It is a mix of pleasure and pain as I am filled to the brim with his cock. He rams himself into me, a bull inside a china shop, tearing me up in the most pleasurable of ways. My back arches inviting him deeper inside. “Harder” I tell him, as I feel my orgasm beginning like water in the pan, waiting for the moment to boil over.

“Anton, oh my god, Anton, don’t stop. Please don’t stop”. Harder, faster, he moves inside me, an anaconda eating his prey. Waves and ripples, it’s a fucking monsoon and I am soaked with desire and want. He joins me moments later, fingers digging deep into my skin as he grabs my hips. I can feel his sweat dripping onto my shoulder blades, hear his breathe ragged in my ear.

I gather my clothing then my phone, calling for a taxi to take me back to my hotel.

“Goodbye.” I whisper, “Thank you for a wonderful night”. My lips graze his neck, taking in a final taste of his skin. I leave him standing, naked in his living-room, a smile on his face, a dumbstruck look in his eyes.

The cab arrives and I ride back in silence, replaying the nights’ events in my mind. I tip the driver handsomely and make my way back up to my room. It’s past midnight, and my hunger is satisfied for now. The city may never sleep but I think for now, I just might.

 

The Ties that Bind

He takes the ties, black and made of silk, places my hands in front of me and binds them together.

The blindfold is next, the satin smooth against my face encasing my eyes in the darkness.

He lays me down on the bed, the cotton of the sheets soothing against my skin.

Liquid warmth invades my pores as the first drops of oil are rubbed into my stomach. I cannot see, only feel and the sensations are glorious.

I want to reach out to touch his face, touch his cheek, I am a kitten, helpless, meek at his mercy and desires.

I jump slightly at the feel of his tongue, tracing lines along my breasts and then my neck. Goosebumps break out onto my arms. He leans in and whispers in my ear. Words of love, need, want, echoing throughout my brain, my body electrified by his touch.

He parts my knees, dripping oil down my legs, rubbing it in slowly as his face settles between my thighs. His tongue becomes an explorer of a new land; his fingers hold the key to unlocking the treasure buried within.

I moan and toss my head back, bite my bottom lip. I cannot see nor touch but I can feel, and it is pure ecstasy, carnal delight.

He enters me, grabbing my ankles and placing them on his broad shoulders, pounding me with the ferocity of a lion. I am a part of his pride, his lioness, and I roar with delight.

I can feel it building, a tsunami of pleasure that threatens to spill over my banks and drown my senses with lust.

I arch my hips, begging him for more, asking him to go deeper and harder, faster and faster. I scream out his name, call out for God as I am thrown into spasms, my heart beating like a humming birds wings.

He leans in and kisses my lips, my cheeks, removes the blindfold from my eyes. I look into his and see Heaven reflected there. See the man of my desires and my dreams.

He unties my hands, and they reach around to hold his neck, my kisses covering his face as he holds me tight.

We lay on the bed wrapped in an embrace, drifting off to sleep. In his hands, I know only love, in his arms I know peace. These are the ties that bind, the ones that are real, the ones of the heart, the ones that speak to the soul in place of words.

He is mine, and I am his and in the moment it is all that matters.

Twas The Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

He stood from his chair and tickled his balls, his cock began stirring as he wandered the halls.

He spotted his woman with her lovely doe eyes, imagined his face buried deep in her thighs

He went up behind her, cupping her ass, whispering to her “I’d like to tap that”

She turned to face him a gleam in her eye, “come to the room I have a surprise”

He walked with her eagerly not sure what was in store, what would await him behind the closed door

She threw the door open and to his wondering eyes did appear Mary and Rosa her best friends so dear

Dressed in nothing but shiny red bows, they cried “Merry Christmas! Would you like a show?”

“Yes” he replied his member throbbing with need, as not one but three got down on their knees.

They sucked on his cock, jingled his balls, he tossed his head back and came on them all.

Their faces covered in his Christmas gift, they all stood up and gave him a kiss. Cum Mary, cum Rosa, cum Emily Sue back to the bed, we need a round two.

They played and they fucked all through the night, they laughed and talked to the mornings wee light.

They lay in the bed a bundle of arms, visions of their escapade keeping them warm.

It was a jolly day, one filled with delight. He felt vibrant, alive, it had been a good night. He looked at his wife so beautiful and dear and said “Merry Christmas my love, here’s to the new year.”

She kissed his lips, touched his sweet nose, her hand on his ass and curled her toes. “I love you sweet boy, you’re good and you’re kind. Forget those damn sugar plums, take me from behind”

He bent her over the bed, her friends nestled inside, hitched up his sleigh and gave her a ride. She giggled and screamed, cooed with delight…”Merry Christmas to all, and to all a goodnight.”

 

 

Magda

For a friend…..

Magda was excited. Tonight she was going to try something she never had before. She hurried through her house, checking to make sure the lights were off and all candles blown out. She stopped briefly in the bathroom to take one last look in the mirror.

Her long brown hair cascaded around her shoulders and her red lipstick was a striking contrast to her pale skin. She had purchased a new mascara that made her eyelashes look huge and the soft pink blush on her cheeks completed the image. “Not bad” she thought as a smile formed on her lips. “You clean up nicely old girl”. She turned out the light and headed in the foyer to grab her pretty new winter coat.

Her purse on her arm and keys in hand, she left her house and out into the cold Winter night. The trip to the hotel only took 15 minutes but it felt much longer. She tried to quiet the butterflies that were echoing around in her belly. She would be lying to herself if she didn’t admit that she wasn’t a little nervous.

It had all started out so innocently. A few months ago a friend had invited her to a swingers party. Always curious about the lifestyle she decided to say to hell with convention and go. What she saw there blew her mind. Beautiful people milled around, drinks in hand, talking, laughing, enjoying each others company. Someone offered her a drink and Magda casually sipped as she watched scenes unfold as the night wore on.

Her friend had told her that there was always one couple who would be brave enough to get things started and boy was she right. A very handsome man and his woman began to kiss on the black leather sofa across the room from her. Within a few minutes, another couple approached them and they swapped partners and the kissing began again. It seemed to her it was all took before people all around here were touching, groping, kissing. It was a feast for the eyes and Magda Elaina Cortez soaked it all in.

She had another a drink and with it gained enough liquid courage to start mingling among the crowd. Her eyes locked on a man who was kissing a very buxom blonde who was staring straight at her. She found herself growing wet at the visuals in front of her and when he approached her a short while later, she found herself excited to see what might come next.

He offered his hand and introduced himself as Mark. Asked her if she cared to play. Being wholly new to the experience, she said yes, but with the understanding that he would need to teach her how it all worked. They took a seat on a worn, soft leather chair and his fingers casually stroked her thigh as they spoke.

He explained to her the “rules” of engagement with other people and how one asked about likes/dislikes and so on. All the while he talked, Magda found herself fantasizing about what was under that tight shirt he was wearing. She found her gaze drift more than once to his jeans, imagining what his cock might look like and feel like inside of her.

After a short time, he asked her if she would like to leave the main room and go off to a room on their own. By this point she was so entranced with what was happening around her and turned on that she readily said yes.

He took her into one of the smaller rooms and shut the door behind them. Slowly he began to undress her, his eyes never leaving hers. He started with her top, unbuttoning each button, leaving her breasts exposed inside the black lace bra she was wearing. Then he slipped her skirt down her thighs, taking in her lace panties with the red trim, a smile forming on his face.

She put her hand on his shoulder as she took it off the rest of the way, casually throwing her top on the floor next it. She repeated the process with him, happy to see what lay underneath. Her fingers ran down the length of his chest, and onto his stomach, stopping right above the button to his jeans.

She unbuttoned them slowly, taking in rock hard cock that was straining through his boxers begging for release. As they stood there, half naked in a dimly lit room, the sounds and smells of sex filling the air and their noses, he grabbed her by the back of her neck and pulled her in for a kiss.

She felt herself growing weak at the knees and was relieved when he picked her up and placed her on the bed. She wasn’t sure she could take much more of standing when she suddenly felt like jello. He kissed her neck and her mouth, ran his fingers then his tongue down her breasts, unclipping her bra in one expert swoop, then placing his mouth on her nipples that were hard and begging to be kissed.

He slipped her panties off and then his boxers, placing a condom on with one hand as he slipped his fingers inside of her with the other. She felt a moan escape from her lips which turned into a shout as entered her. It was fast, intense, hard and Magda felt herself cumming in great waves.

Before long the night ended and she and her new friend exchanged numbers. They were both “unicorns” which in the swinging world meant they were free and available to meet privately whenever they wanted. Over the course of the next few weeks they talked and texted and found that they had much in common. They enjoyed each other immensely and before long began seeing each other pretty regularly.

She was on her way to meet him again tonight but this time it was for something all together different. Not only was she curious about swinging but she had always been curious about BDSM. It turned out that he was too and tonight they intended to fulfill a mutual fantasy.

She pulled into the parking lot and made her way up to the hotel. Room 205 he had told her in the text. She knocked on the door and he greeted her, ushering her inside. They began to kiss almost immediately and had to pull themselves apart in order to stay focused on the task at hand.

She went into the bathroom and changed into her outfit for the night. A black and red lace corset that cupped under her breasts, a black lace bra and black leather booty shorts. She had a red and black thong underneath her shorts with a small red bow on it. After all, she figured, if he was going to get a present, he should have to unwrap it.

When she went back into the room, she was pleasantly suprised to find him ready and waiting at attention, naked on the bed with his cock hard as a rock.

He grabbed her to pull her down on him and she pulled back. “Not so fast big boy” she said. “We have some playing to do.” She opened the night stand drawer to find all of the toys he had brought for their evening of exploration.

The riding crop stood out to her and she grabbed it from the drawer, playfully slapping his thighs with it. He jumped but smiled, seeming to enjoy the pain with the pleasure that awaited. She hit him a few more times, finding herself getting into the idea of being in control. Normally passive and shy, this was a new attitude for her and she had to admit, she liked it.

She grabbed the oil from the nightstand and began to rub him down, starting at his feet and working her way up his legs, casually stroking his balls then working the other leg. He let out soft moans and closed his eyes, getting into the moment and the touch.

She took her blindfold and tied it tightly around his eyes, ensuring that he could only feel what she was about to do next. Once she was satisfied that he couldn’t see anything, she dug in the drawer once more, pulling out a slim white dildo that was meant for anal play.

He began to speak and shushed him with a finger on his lips. “No talking” she said. “Only experiencing”. “Yes Mistress” he replied, his body relaxing as she continue to play. “That’s a good boy, you just sit back and take what I give you…”

She continued to massage his legs and then surprised him by taking out the blue brush with the bristles and smacking his inner thighs. He jumped from the smack but the smile on his face showed her enjoyed it. Rub and smack, smack and rub, she took her time working him up and keeping him guessing. Just when he had begun to relax into the rhythm she had set up, she turned the tables once more, inserting the dildo into ass. He was at first shocked then lifted his hips, asking with his body what his lips would not. She began to fuck him anally with one hand, stroking his cock with the other. His hips flailing wildly with excitement. When she was sure he was on the brink, she threw her body on top of his and began to ride him, holding his hands above his head, fully in control.

She was going to cum, she could feel it. It was a tidal wave building up inside of her and she knew she was the damn and ready to burst. Her hips began to move fast, harder, her pussy grinding into his pelvis, taking every inch of him. She released his hands and told him “Harder. Harder. Fuck me harder”. He was happy to oblige, flipping her onto her back and ramming his cock deep inside of her as he pinned her ankles to her cheek. The next thing she knew he was between her thighs, his mouth a thirsty person in a desert and her pussy the stream from which he drank. She came over and over, spasms racking her body, sweat forming on her brow. She felt weak, satisfied, alive. This was a first and one she wouldn’t soon forget. She had never dominated a man before, and she had not realized how much she would like it.

He joined her soon after, his body covered in a sheen of sweat and oil. They lay there for a few minutes, both catching their breath, both satisfied and happy.

They lay naked, wrapped in each others arms, the toys from that nights exploration scattered on the bed. Magda didn’t know what tomorrow would bring but she did know that she was enjoying finding out. She liked this new side of her, this fearless woman who took chances and risks. She fell asleep, a riding crop underneath her leg and a smile plastered on her face.

flashback

Sitting naked in my tub my mind begins to wander to last night and our evening together. 

I find myself smiling as I recall the taste of your cock on my lips. Leaning over the passenger seat to unbuckle your pants. Slipping him out of his cloth prison and freeing him into my hands. 

You were rock hard at the idea of fucking in your car. Going at it like two randy teenagers with no other place to go.

The feeling of your hands in my hair as you guided my head deeper onto your shaft is still with me.

My mouth eagerly opening to to take you in. My tongue sliding up and down you as a hungry child licks a lollipop. 

My fingers move down my thigh as I close my eyes. The scent of lavendar and vanilla oil fills my nose as I am aware of the present while reliving the past.

I slip a finger inside me, then another, my hands moving in time to the movie playing out in my head.

Straddling you in the front seat, I’m naked underneath my mini skirt and white cotton shirt. I sit on your cock and place you all the way inside me. It’s deep and feels so fucking good. 

My hips rocking back and forth as you are pinned in the drivers seat, helpless to do anything but receive the fucking at hand. 

I arch my hips in the tub, lay on my back and throw my legs in the air. I let the water from the faucet act as a vibrator and hit my clit full force. 

My fingers are in a frenzy moving inside my pussy while another explores my ass. 

Just as I begin to cum I recall the look on your face as I orgasmed last night. My legs around your shoulders, drenched in sweat, sitting on your lap in the front seat of the car. A visual and physical orgasm renders me senseless and I slowly bring my back towards the tub, turn the water off and relax.

I don’t see you every day in the physical sense but I recall you every night in my mind. 

I grab my sponge and soap myself off, ready to get out of the waters embrace. 

I feel squeaky clean and dirty as fuck. It’s a great combination that I’m eager to repeat.