Journey of Adoration - Story Teaser
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Posted:Oct 21, 2014 3:58 am
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He hears the pling of his phone, signaling he has a new message just as he pulls into the parking lot. He put the car into park and checked the message. Room 213. Ok then, he thought.. He was still wrapping his head around this is how she wanted this meeting to happen. They had chatted constantly and there was undeniable chemistry, but to think this is how she wanted their first meeting. Excited and nervous he made his way into the chain motel until he got to the door. Running his fingers through his hair and taking a deep breath he collects himself and knocks on the door.
They had never met in person before, yet somehow she trusted him. This is what she wanted, what she had asked for. The depth of his blue eyes, the sincerity of the sweetness he countlessly showered upon her when they chatted made her feel so safe and accepted. The there was a natural easy way they could talk about anything. His teasing text meant to illicit naughty desires during the work day where torture she found herself looking forward to. “Take off your shirt.” She quickly complied to the emotionless monotone command while trying to subdue the jolt of sexual excitement that suddenly sparked through her.
Somehow they naturally ignited each other’s desires. They shared a chemistry and yearning long before this first meeting. She had told him what she wanted tonight and deep down knew he would stop if she simply said the word. He made her feel special, he made her feel sexy, when ever they talked. When they talked, he shared how she turned him on which seemed to cause her fantasies to flash flood her mind. Tonight was going to be one of those fantasies. She watched his gaze cling to her every curve like humidity on a hot July day.
“Come here” he commanded. His voice deeper than normal, resonated within her as she took the two small steps to him. The edge in his voice cut into her like a scalpel. A slow surgical incision that relieved the building pressure of her trepidation and desire. Her eyes scanned over him trying to gauge him. The slight pang of insecurity whispered in the back of her mind that somehow he was disappointed, that all those chats made it so the fantasy of being together made the reality a let down. The silence of the hotel room was deafening. Resting his index finger under her chin, he lifter her gaze until it met his. He held his finger under her chin for a moment, to tell her with no word, she was to stay within his eyes.
She fell deep into the color of his eyes. The intensity of the raw intimacy of looking so deeply into him and him into her should have been unnerving. Instead, she could feel her body relax, and the rest of the world disappeared till all that remained was what she saw inside those blue eyes. She couldn’t help but shut her eyes and melt into his fingers as she felt the back of his fingers run down her cheek. His hand cradled her face and she found herself leaning into his touch. She opened her eyes to find his gaze never wavered from her.
His hand slide down the side of her neck. She watched him see her through his touch. He rests his hands upon her shoulders.She lost herself inside the pools of blue looking at her as his hands slid down her arms like water. His fingertips learning the feel of her skin as they slid back up her arms. Sliding two fingers under each bra strap he slid his fingers down her skin, over the slope of her breasts and following the hem of the bra. As his fingers slid out from the bra, his thumbs barely grazed the fabric. Up and over her breasts his thumbs ran. His eyes studying hers as his thumbs ran back up over her bra. Her nipples starting to harden. Gently back and forth his thumbs went. Each stroke encouraging her nipples to try and poke through the fabric of her bra.
“So this is what you want is it? Tell me again exactly what you wanted.” he asks as one of his thumbs gently flicks her nipple. Her mouth starts to open, and even though they had chatted about this numerous times, she pauses uncertain to say the words. She slowly drops her gaze only to feel his finger under her chin. He gently lifts her gaze until it meets his again. “Hey” The corner of his mouth curls up slightly into a friendly smile. “I ask to make sure you understand we can stop at anytime.” His eyes were like a placid lake, so calm and reassuring.His tone was softer and relaxing as if she was snuggling into bed after a long hard day. The back of his fingers, brushed down her cheek. She couldn’t help but close her eyes as she felt the warmth of his tender touch. She felt a warm calming sensation was over her as her shoulders relaxed as the weight of anticipation and expectations fell from her. Slowly opening her eyes, she saw the assertive alpha was, least for right now, this big teddy bear. Feeling her cheeks pull up in a smile she, felt some comfort and relief.
His fingers ran through her hair as he returned the smile and tucker her hair behind her ear. He leaned in close, his breath blow gently by her ear like a summer breeze. Then after the pause of two breaths he e. “This is supposed to be about you. What you want, what you desire deep down inside.” His lips were all but kissing her ear they were so close. His voice so low she wondered if he could even hear what he was saying. “I am happy and lucky to be here with you no matter what we do.” She closed her eyes as she felt the warmth of his left hand on the back of her neck holding her close to his whispers. “We both know deep down what you desire. How many times have you told me your inner cum slut has begged to be released. We can stop at anytime. Honestly thats ok, just do what you want. We can stop, just don’t deny yourself.” Sliding his right arm around her waist he pulled her closer still. Her whole body pressed and held to his. She could feel his arousal against her as his words filled her ears. “I don’t normal use words like cumslut or fucktoy, those are you words. I say them for you. I can be anything you need me to be so that you feel free to be you. Say the words and I will stop, say the words and I will continue.” She felt her knees nearly buckle when his teeth gently nibbled her ear. “Be yourself with me” he continued. “Say the words.” His fingers coiled in her hair and pulled her head back gently so his words would fall upon her neck. “Say the words you want to say and don’t want admit. Say them sexy. We are the only ones here.” She couldn’t deny how wet she already was. “I…..I” she stammered to find the words as her nipples ached in need of attention. “I want to be your fucktoy.” In an instant both his hands held her face making her look into his eyes. “Then that’s what I will make you.”
This is the "teaser" i mentioned in my post. Not used to writing stories in this format so please any feedback, thoughts, pointers you may have please do share (only way I get better)
Like my other stories here this is af first draft so please forgive grammer/spelling errors (though you are more than welcome to point them out  )
I struggled with the whole first person / third person viewpoint with this story so if you think it needs to be more character driven please let me know.
Thank you.
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Long Hard Day
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Posted:Oct 18, 2014 3:22 pm
Last Updated:May 7, 2017 5:51 pm
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The day has been long.
This I understand.
Trust me
and relax.
Look into my eyes
feel both of my hands
on the sides of your face.
See what I see.
I don't have to tell you
how beautiful and sexy you are.
Deep within my eyes
should tell you that,
they say more than I ever could.
The eyes
can never have
silver tongued lies.
So you know the words
that they show
are true.
I smile
and let the gravity
of our desire
pull my lips to yours.
Much like the moon
pulls the waves to the shore.
Slowly,
we drink of each others fire.
Letting the furnaces of our desire
rage and radiate
the world around us.
The kisses are endless,
but one by one
each piece of clothing
is removed from your body.
The feel of my skin
pressed to yours
is the only way
to end a day like today.
Your bare chest
pressed flat
against mine.
This is how today
closes its chapter.
Hold on to me
let go of today.
Live in this kiss
as my arms hold you tight.
Let me care for you.
With each kiss,
drink in my strength,
drink in the comfort
I can give.
Your mind exhausted
your muscles sore,
yet your desire craves.
Your mind can not think
but your body can feel.
My lips release yours
as I slowly
take a half step back.
I look into your eyes
and see how tired you are
yet how alive
your passion is.
A soft kiss
to your forehead
before my hands
run down both cheeks.
My hands gently
rest upon your weary shoulders.
I gently turn you around
with a slight pivoting motion
of your shoulders.
Running my hands
down your rms
I press my chest
to your back
encouraging you
to bend over.
You place your hands
upon the countertop
and feel my hands
sail back and forth
over your arms.
You finally rest
upon your forearms.
My fingertips
tease and tickle
as they train
up the terrain
of your arms.
You feel a tender kiss
in the very small
of your back.
My thumbs
steamroll
parallel lines
up along your spine.
Your feel the strength
of my hands
as they massage
your neck and shoulders.
You finally commit completely.
Closing your eyes
letting the tension
the stress of today
vaporize from you
and drift into the ether.
Gentle
strong
twist
kneads
and turns
of my fingers and palms
are all you feel
and know at this moment.
The delicate dragging
of my fingernails
sends a current
down your spine
as you instinctively
arch your back.
My fingers spread wide
as body hands
soothe your skin
as they slide back
up to your shoulders.
Time doesn’t seem to have
any meaning
right now.
As I massage your back.
Trace your ribs with my fingers.
Let my hands flow
along the curves
of your beautiful silhouette.
Feather light fingertips
delightful dragging of digits.
Kneading knuckles.
Pleasuring palms.
All working for you.
Eventually the gravity of desire
lets my hands follow your spine
and my fingertip
over the curve of your ass.
My hands cup
squeeze
and kneed your
with the dexterity
of a baker
preparing his medium.
Varied pressure
from my fingertips
sometimes even digging in
but always moving.
You can tell
from the angle of my hands
on my knees behind you.
Even in
your tired state
you can feel
the wetness building
between your thighs,
Those very thighs
bent over before my face.
You cant resist the urge.
You spread your legs
just a little bit wider.
You need me.
My hands bracket your hips.
You can sense
I am some how
getting closer to you.
That;s when you feel
a cushion of air,
blown from my lips,
find its way
to the wetness
you can no longer hide.
You sudden sensation
allows a moan
escape your grasp.
A second cushion of air
makes you catch your breath.
My tongue
gives 3 dainty licks
to your inner thigh
before migrating
a long dragged out lick
up over your left cheek.
That sensation is quickly followed
by my teeth
raking down
that same cheek.
This is where
I question to myself
if your knees buckled
because of your fatigue
or the pleasure
you allowed yourself to have.
I slowly stand
as my face
drags over your ass.
I stand behind you.
You can feel my desire
ready to invade you.
The tip of me
aligned with
the wetness that escapes you.
My hands slide up your sides
and around to your breasts.
Kneeding
fondling
squeezing
enjoying them
in my hands.
I can feel
your hard nipples
In the palms of my hands.
I can feel them
as i gently roll them
between my fingers.
I can feel them
simply hold your breasts
in my hands.
Now is the moment.
I press the head of me
into you.
Holding it there
so we can enjoy
the anticipation
of our lustful desire.
I slowly
slowly
slowly
push further
into you.
I ease back.
and forth
within you.
Each slow movement
in and out of you
is like a classical cellist
drawing their bow
repeatedly across
the strings of their cello.
Each deliberate movement
designed to resonate
the emotion,
the gestalt,
of the moment.
Even as tired
and drained as you are
you push your hips
back against me.
We find a rhythm
and build from there.
Pushing and pulling
back and forth
in and out.
You body coiled around me
as I relentlessly
try to push deeper
and deeper into you.
I have loved
the tension from you.
Now to lust out the stress.
I grab you hair
and pull.
The din of the night
is broken
by the sound
of my hand
smacking your ass.
You buck against me.
I repeatedly thrust up and into you
as if to take you off your feet.
No words
just the orchestra
of our carnal cravings.
Bent over
hair pulled
hard ramming
pounds out the negatives
of the day.
The day unravels into words not sentences.
Swollen inside you.
Constricted around me.
Deeper
Harder
More.
More.
Deeper.
Harder.
Yes.
Dont stop.
I need it.
Give it to me.
Harder.
More.
Yes.
Clamping down on me.
Exploding into you.
Tremors rippling through you.
Continuing to pump into you.
Milking me.
Filling you.
Exhausted.
Happy.
Tired.
My arms embrace you
as we try to gather ourselves.
I rest the side of my face
against your bare back.
I counter top
cools your forehead
as you rest against it.
Your eyes are closed
your arms tired
as you try to catch your breath.
The heat resonating
from you skin
flicks like embers
as the night air
lets your body
return to its core temp.
I have softened some
but remain inside you.
My lips kiss your skin,
soft full rose petals
resting upon satin and silk.
I slowly stand
as my hands slide down
your beautiful curves.
I rest my hands
upon your hips.
I press forward,
one last time,
so that even in
my semi hardened state
I am deep within you.
I hold your hips to mine
for a few moments
before slowly easing
out of you.
I am glazed
with our combined bliss
as part of our pleasure
slowly escapes
down your inner thighs.
Your arms
can barely sustain supporting
of your spent weight
as your breath
finally slows.
Yet each breath escapes you
like a billow.
I help you stand
and pull you
against me in an embrace.
Pulling you flush
against my skin.
My frame
supporting yours.
Your breath
heavy against my skin.
The scent of me
so close to you
covers most
of the lingering wafts of sex
still hanging in the air.
You feel the strength of my frame
and the soft ruggedness
of my skin against you
as comforting as a bed.
Your eyes are heavy
as the rhythmic heartbeat
radiates from my chest.
An erotic lullaby
sung for you.
Thumb thump.
Thumb thump.
Thumb thump.
Hypnotic in its sound
and proximity.
Your lust is quenched
Your body is tired.
The intimacy of the moment
slowly feeds your soul.
Your own heart rate slows.
So content.
So sated.
So comfortable.
My arms blanketing you
holding you up
and against me
as I support
almost all of your weight.
So peaceful
that words drift between several breaths.
You think to yourself,
right now...
even though…
I think…
I am still standing...
I could...
totally...
fall…
aslee……….
Authors notes - yeah i finally typed up a story lol. Was originally going to call this Sensual Sated Sleep but think I like Long Hard Day better. Basically trying to convey a kind of cathartic look at love and lust. How caring and desire can merge and provide lovers a way to make a day better. Hope you enjoy I may or may not put up a teaser to a story (that is in a more traditional format) sometime this week just hesitant because even though it already has over 1000 words typed not sure when i will finish it but will see.
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Erotic Writing Workshop Experience
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Posted:Sep 24, 2014 11:27 am
Last Updated:Sep 28, 2014 7:13 pm
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I did enjoy my time down in the Old Port last night (though could have done without the 4 hours in the car to and fro or the $16 for parking lol) There were about 13 or 14 of us in attendance which pretty much filled the space we were in. It was hosted in a cute lil adult boutique on the second floor.
We did a bunch of writing exercises for 5-6 minutes each where the presenter gave us a topic that we had to incorporate into a story. She would read a sample of some work related to the subject and explain what she liked about the piece. Then we wrote, (topics listed below) and then people who wanted to share their writing or just what they chose. Which was fun to hear other peoples works or why they choose what topic yichose. - For me it was more about concepts then the writing. It did help identify a short coming i have when writing in a traditional story format. So that alone was worth the trip.
The presenter gave us a handout full of resources and even got our email and sent us a follow up with additional items we didnt have time to discuss and even more resources.
Some key take aways;
The inter relationship between the five senses and the 5 Ws (who, what where, when, why) and how that can help tie the story arch togetherdThose help pull the reader into the story.
The importance of insight either for the reader and or the character (whats the characters motivation? why should the reader want to know more? what kind of questons/thoughts can the story encourage the reader to think about?) To me this tied in perfectly to the communication concept of Johari's Window (I wont bore you with the details) but it helped me with the point she was trying to make.
location can be a key factor in the story and can actually impact the character's motivation the example she used is sex outside - are they ina spot here they may be seen, a place they would be seen, is the thought of being caught scary or exhilarating for the character etc etc etc.
She reaffirmed that when you are writing it's you world dont be afriad to be as much of a fantasy as you want or interject as much realism as you want. On author there had a great snipet about a couple over 50 where neither partner wanted to be on top because the lady had body issues 'where bits dangled more they should' and the guy didnt like being on top because it hurt his knees and he had "staying power and cam quicker than he wanted when he was on top". it all tied in nicely with thier piece.
Topics - (and what I chose to go with)
Food - Popcorn - setting was a couple at the movies and how the constant reaching for the popc orn lead to hands touching. how it would sometimes slip out of her hand and roll down her chest with a kernel or two that get caught in her cleavage. This all leads to some fun in the movie theater.
Job - mine was a guy stuck in an endless business presentation and he is reminded of the bill engval skit about how there were never cool jobs at his career fair growing up and how he wouldnt at that moment mind being the guy that gets to shoot frozen turkeys out of a canon at airplane windshields he goes on to think what would be a fun naughty job and he came up with "Booby Inspector" . He spends most of the presentation trying to figure out what a booby inspector would do, and takes a very (tongue in cheek) analystical look at the jobs - who does one measure performance? what sort of hazards are there doe he use is mouth? his hands? is it a visual inspection etc etc - it's supposed to be a humorous piece but you get the point i hope.
couple that been together > 12 years - basically its a couple that has just introduced a monthly "date night" into thier lives. (now that the are a lilttle older) on the drive to the fancy restaurant they reminisce about when they were dating, making out in the car etc - long story short they revisit an old haunt and never make thier reservation
technology - struggled with this one because i had a few ideas so made some notes and will revisit someday lol
Instructions - (we are supposed to have one of the characters instructions to another in some sort of manner - i.e. how to seduce me, what to do when waitting for a dom, etc) - I more made notes but basically the protagonist leaves trails of pictures througout the house for thier partner should do, where etc.) still lil foggy on this one but may have potential.
Safe Sex - basically one is fully clothed the other behind the other who is completely naked and they basically manually give them pleasure
Celebrity - I actually shared this concept with the group to let me dork/geek flag fly - A man on the subway in the early morning hours sees a woman who is the spitting image of wonder woman but dressed in a crisp white blouse, black skirt nude stockings and black heels with a flair of red on the soles (or red open toed pumps not sure which yet lol) - he spends the next while drifting between how gorgeous he is and all those childhood fantasies he had. It's all supposed to lead to the ending i have in mind.
So lots of exersizes and she shared her insight as both a writer and an editor and gave us all tons of resources. It was a lot of fun even if i didnt get home until after midnight (i aint as young as i use-ta-be lol)
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Say the Words
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Posted:Sep 17, 2014 8:51 pm
Last Updated:May 7, 2017 6:23 pm
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We start cleaning off the table
from supper.
I watch you
lean across the table
reaching for an errant
piece of silverware.
I am helpless
against how you
make me want you
in every sense
of the word.
I slide in behind you
wrapping one arm
around your belly
pulling you to me.
Your feigned protests
go unheeded
for we both can feel
what we are both craving.
Your resistance stops
when you feel my lips
on that spot
upon your neck.
A soft kiss
a gentle nibble
as you let your body
enjoy the proximity
we are sharing.
Part of you knows
this shouldn’t happen
at the table where we just ate.
Part of you wonders
If it isn’t proper
why does it still feel so right,
so good.
My hands
gravitate to your breasts.
My words whisper
how amazing you feel.
How irresistibly sexy
you are to me.
How lucky I am.
These words
kiss your skin
along with my lips.
My hands,
disconnected from my consciousness,
simply seek
the pleasure of you.
Caressing
squeezing
fondling
cupping
rubbing your breasts.
My hands search
burrow until they
find a way under your top.
A gentle rake of my teeth
along your delicate neck
elicits a sharp gasp
from you.
My hands free you
from the cups of your bra.
I can feel
your hard nipples
in the palms of my hands
as i squeeze your breasts
pressing them again you
and forcing you against me
all the more.
One of your hands
finds balance upon the table
as the other hand reach
back up and behind you
in a vain attempt
to hold my head.
You shouldn’t
want it like this,
yet deep down
this is exactly
what you desire
You hand
tries to hold onto me
as my lips
ground you to me.
I nibble your ear
as one hand
slides down
your sexy body.
My hand
working its way
under your clothes
so that nothing
is between
my touch and you.
A quick sharp pinch
of your nipple
sends a current through you.
Not a moment later,
you feel the contours
of my fingers
slide over your mound,
over your clit,
down the length of your lips.
My hand gently rocks
with the unspoken iambic beat
of your desire.
Fingers delicately dancing
along the crest
of your lips.
Soft swirling motions
like whirlpools
an oar leaves
in its wake
as it meanders
on the pond in the park
on a lazy summer afternoon.
Your nipple
rolled between my fingers
gently pulled and released
as my passion heated breath
rolls down your neck
and then your chest
like a lone tumbleweed.
The Proud and Prejudiced lady
would never allow
this debauchery
to transpire.
So why are we still here?
Currents of ecstasy
meanders along
your curves.
Your skin,
the canvas.
My touch,
the brush.
Our desire,
the unseen paint.
Two fingers
delve into you
eager
to feel the wetness
we both know
has manifested.
One hand caresses and fondles
one hand plunges and rubs
as two lips kiss and suck.
You aren’t supposed to want this now.
This isn’t how love and romance
is supposed to live.
Yet be both find
our clothes confine us
censoring our intimate desires.
How can you justify
how we hurriedly
try to remove our clothes.
We tear at our clothes
like wolves to prey
at the moment of the kill.
Where are the butterflies
in the pit of your stomach
you are supposed to feel
as you save yourself
only indulging in
a secret salacious glance
from across the ballroom.
Have they been scorched
by the burning ache
you feel
knowing the only cure
is to be filled completely
in the the most carnal way.
Has the sensation
of the pad of my finger
strumming up and down
over your swollen clit
blinded you
to how a lady’s control
is her power.
The sudden jolt
of another quick tweak
of your nipple in my hand
ends the ability to debate.
For the moan
you release
has said this so.
Your hips rock
in time with my fingers
as they move
in and out of you.
Our bare bodies
pressed together
as we dance
to a mosaic
of fantasies.
We undulate
as separate halves
of the same whole.
Each time my fingers
slide inside you
you can feel
the pleasure
pulse out
and tingle
every extremity.
My lips
tongue and teeth
never stop
tasting you.
Yet no matter
how good this all feels,
it is incomplete.
I belong inside you.
You yearn
to be filled,
sheathing me
within you.
Your legs
are already weak
with desire and pleasure.
You can tell
how badly I want you.
You can’t deny
how badly you want me.
We won’t be complete
until I am inside you.
My hands leave you
for a moment
till you feel
one hand
upon your upper back
pushing you forward.
This isn’t how this is done
this isn’t the proper way
and you momentarily
push back
against my hand.
You suddenly feel
your head pulled back
as your hair pulls against your scalp.
You mind tells you
you aren’t supposed
to like this.
Your body
finds itself gluttonous
for more.
The hand pushes firmly
against your back.
Pushing your body down
as your head
is pulled back and up.
Your hands trying to find balance
upon the table.
Not wanting it to end.
Yet wanting to enjoy it all more.
Bent over and controlled.
There at the dinner table
at his pleasure
unable to resist
whatever he does.
The whispers of society
tell you this isn’t making love,
that you shouldn’t succumb
to the pleasure
of enjoying this.
This isn’t
what good girls do.
You aren’t supposed to enjoy
feeling the tip of me
pressed against your lips
ready to plunge into you.
Yet here you are
ass up before me
your hair in my hand.
You know how luscious
it feels
when I slide
my curved shaft into you.
How you stretch around me
pulling me in.
How it feels
when our bodies collide.
Here I am behind you
but not in you.
Can you do it?
Can you bring
your fantasies
into the light
and embrace who you are?
Here I am
ready to take you.
Here I am
ready to fulfill
your unspoken desire.
Your body
make your mouth beg.
Desire pushes
a long drawn out
“Pleeeeeeease”
past your lips.
This is the passion
I want to hear,
but not the words.
Your plea
to feel me
inside you
goes unanswered.
You can start to feel
the slight straining
in the muscles
along your throat.
A slight turn
of my wrist
and you can feel the pull
of your scalp
as your hair
coils around my hand
pulling your head back
just a little more.
Your soft gasping moan
only fuels the fires
raging inside us both.
There are no words
to describe
the wetness you feel
between your thighs.
The burning desire
within you belly
only amplifies
every sensation
your body feels
and heightens every senses.
You can feel
the rigid tension
of my wanton desire
as my cock
is pressed
against your ass and thigh.
The sharp sting
of my open hand
against your bare ass
is felt
as the sound of the spank
registers in your ears.
You can feel the heat
rising from your ass,
as your body tries
to cool the sting.
Your hardened nipples
are begging for attention
as you feel
the pulsating throbbing
heartbeat of need.
Our bodies
oscillating with hunger
for each other
as lust
fills our lungs.
Your hands clenching
the sides of the table
bracing for
what you are craving.
The cumslut inside you
wants to say the words.
The lady inside you
doesn't want to admit
that this is what she wants.
Your mind
can’t seem to focus,
but your body knows
you need me
inside of you.
The warmth of my bare skin
against yours
reaffirms you can’t deny
your desires.
Bent over the table
hair pulled
ass spanked.
This is what the lady
and the cumslut
both want and need.
You know you must
say the words.
The cumslut
finally begs.
“FUCK ME.”
Authors notes - Have actually been working on two other stories when this came to mind yesterday at lunch. Again first draft so apologize for any typos etc. Hopefully it doesn't ramble too much about 1/2 way through I felt to semi rant and take a shot at the Victorian sense of sexual suppression. The piece is supposed to be about one's ability to embrace their inner desires. Cumslut is not meant to be a derogatory term but more an empowering one where one the the protagonists finally embraces and own desires. That not everything has to be candlelight and soft jazz that it is ok (for them) to have that torrid heated passion.
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Anti-climatic announcement
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Posted:Sep 8, 2014 4:30 am
Last Updated:Jan 2, 2015 2:30 pm
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For those who have been following you know I had one last non story post before I get back to posting stories. I was trying to make everything working properly and all nice and presentable but have come to the point of saying well it's not finished but here's what I have otherwise I may never post it lol.
I have started setting up an online space for my new pen name. So in my quest to be published or self published I have chosen the pen name ;
T L Mattox
There is some entomology there but wont go into that at this time. So I started setting up a blog/home page for him. I added an MP3 reading of one of my stories (Surge) so you can hear why I didn't become an on air talent (have the voice for TV and the face for radio lol). I tried to embed an mp3 player onto the site so people could just listen to it but the player isn't working properly and will have to research it some more but it is available to download and listen to. I havent posted any stories there yet as I transition all the stories from one google drive account to the new one. But there you have it a new author/pen name is created thats the (not so) big announcement. Thank you everyone for all your support. Its all still under construction etc so if you do visit it bare with me and i appreciate all feedback. I will now resume the previously scheduled story writing all ready in progress lol
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Erotic Writing Workshop later this month
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Posted:Sep 5, 2014 3:33 am
Last Updated:Sep 17, 2014 10:13 am
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Sorry this isn't a story (and my next post probably won't be either but has kept me busy the past week and a rbut will share that later)
I am very excited and albeit a bit nervous but later this month one of the big names in erotica is doing a writing workshop down in Portland (Maine's largest "city") which is about 2 hours from me. So will spend four hours in the car that night for a 90 minute workshop lol. I have been writing erotica (or more or less butchering the english language) now for about a decade.Am hoping this workshop will give me some much needed tools to improve my writing. I would like to publish some of my work whether through the traditional channels or self publish just to share my work (I have no delusions of grandeur about making any sort of money or anything but would like to share and see if a broader audience enjoys what I write).
Excited - Will be a chance to meet some other writers in the state and maybe make some connections. Will provide me some helpful exercises to improve my writing and the creative process. Will provide tips on what professional writers and publishers are looking for. Plus I get to meet a very big name in the industry which is pretty cool. If nothing else it's a night where I can be just plain ol' me. Not Dad or husband just dorky ol pervy me lol.
Nervous - Believe it or not in person I tend to be very shy at first. I tend to be a watcher because I love watching/analyzing inter and small group communication interactions. To get the most out of the workshop I have to step out of my comfort zone and be more engaging. I am really nervous about my style of writing. I know it has kind of a prose/poetry amalgamation to it but I believe the are stories just laid out in a different visual representation. My fear is what if it's (my writing style) is dismissed solely as poetry? What if it's considered more smut than erotica? Neither case is a bad thing just not my intention. If so, that just means there is a paradigm shift I need to face that I really don't want to lol. First off you have all been so supportive thank you all so very much   Typically what you are reading here are first drafts no real edits, typos etc, but I take pride in my style. Each line break serves a purpose, whether a pause/breath, punctuation or to create a literary tool like alliterations. So the fear is that what I am considering stories aren't really stories and my whole style is just rubbish? What if my stories are less artistic but more just crude smut?
So I will be there smiling and attentive - but now you have a backstage pass to the battle raging behind the calm exterior lol.
Thank you for listening This whole post was kind of a test for me this whole vulnerability sharing crap is so not my cup of tea - I am a cancer zodiac after all - whole hard exterior end all lol. but had to do it to start prepping for stepping out of my comfort zone and I did want to share my excitement about being able to attend
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Oh the naughty voices in my head...
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Posted:Aug 27, 2014 6:32 am
Last Updated:Jan 21, 2015 2:43 pm
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Have all these thoughts and images in my head I can't seem to concentrate on one to write so hoping a memory dump here will help break something loose lol (dont worry I have a small brain so not much to dump lol)
Had a bunch of ideas new and old that bleed thru my workday and I get so anxious to get home and type up my thoughts but sit there staring at the keyboard unable to separate the images (the genesis of my stories)
Here's a glimpse of the flashing ideas and images;
new story idea (would actually be a short series of stories)- two married neighbors are cosmically (pathologically) drawn and attracted to one another. they fantasize about one another but remain faithful certain events (a touch a moment etc) each sparks a flash flood of images and fantasies between them and in one scenario he loss out the wind and sees her top sunbathing - he doesnt think she can see him (but she can) so to tempt him she starts to masturbate and watching him watch her as he begins to masturbate was very hot in my head am probably not doing it justice here lol
waiting or patience - new last night basically revolves around image of lady in black lace panties, knee high black leather boots thigh high black stockings and her bent over and all the waiting that goes on in between her getting to that state and what happens next
part 2 of lust hunger need has been playing in my mind and thinking am trying tohave it so his need consumes him and thus in turn consumers her
in development story idea - (have about 4 story titles am playing with this one lol) man sets up projector so it projects a porno onto the bed sheets - they stand and watching he's behind her teasing and fondling as they watch then they lay down on the bed so they are in the porno as well. just the images of thier skin acting as the canvas or screen for the porno as they writhe and moan and move together thier sounds competing with the porno
in development story idea - series of stories where a guy buys this old cool foot locker/chest only to find all these diferent home movies - turns out they are old sex tapes from different era the previous trunk owner was converting into into digital and dvd - most prevelant one is a early 1950s black and white home movie couple vacationing in california wine country at a Bed n Breakfast. long story short the view gets so sucked in the black and white becomes color its like he's sitting int he room with them. she even looks at the camera as she is moaning etc so to him there feels like there is a moment a connection thru time and space so to speak. the words sepia tones is thundering in my head constantly because of this story idea
I have one story (hands on the Table) that has been half way types up for a few months but other storys always make my mind wander lol.
new story idea - guy comes home and has lady undress before him in the entry way/foyer whatever backs her up against the staircase ties her hands above her head and proceeds to tease suckle finger and torment her for as long as she can take all while watching it in the mirror on the other wall
I had a koan/image/thought/dialogue running thru my head end of last week that seems like it should be in a story -
"The power and authority I hold doesn’t come from the restraints that bind you, but from the wetness that starts to pool between your thighs. This is not from my touch but from the words that my whispers let fall into your ear in the absence of my touch."
There are a few more but as you can see having a hard time focusing on one. So have almost a reverse writers block (am not complaining believe me  ) just apologize for any delay in posting any new stories Thanks for listening to my pervy rambling lol
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Lust...Hunger...Need
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Posted:Aug 21, 2014 4:28 am
Last Updated:May 7, 2017 5:56 pm
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Lust
has my body is oscillating
on a molecular scale.
Civility unwound
Predatory desires unbound.
My mind knows your curves.
My senses remember.
Isolated
from the sensations
of your skin.
A slow stealthy sidestep
to hide in your blind shadow.
My fingers
scream silently
to me.
Pleading to touch
to explore
to plunder.
My lips curl inwards
to hide my teeth
and my primordial hunger
to taste you.
My eyes narrow
so i can fully see you.
My nostrils flare
so I may
breathe in
every pheromone
you release
upwind from me.
Slow, silent, subtle steps.
Your beautiful form
approaches
without you moving.
I slide in
behind you.
The apex predator
is unchained.
The swift lion
the seductive vampire
and I
all combine as one,
as my lips meet your neck
and my hands
slide down your arms,
passively restraining you.
The adrenaline jolt
that you feel
at the surprise
of my touch,
is tempered and subdued
my the familiarity
of my lips.
The welcomed unexpected sensation
betrays your
natural flight or fight response.
You are unaware
of my seething
pathological need
to consume you.
A gentle raking
of my teeth
along your soft neck
enables enough
of a distraction
for my hands
to slide under your top.
My fingers spread out
over your bare skin
like tendrils.
Taking care
to fire every nerve ending
your body can feel.
My finger tips
find the fabric
of your bra.
You bra is but
a soon to be useless defence
against my hunger for you.
My lips kissing
behind your ear
as my fingers
meander
up the curve
of your breasts.
I nibble your ear
as my hands gently squeeze
your breasts.
The relentless adoration
of my hands
lulls you into a false security
and you lean back
against me.
I am adoring
the weight
of your breasts
as they fill me hands.
Gentle squeezing
pulling
rubbing
fondling.
Time drags
as we both enjoy
what my hands
do for you.
A gentle pinch
of your hardened nipples
is warning sign
you body neglects
to tell you.
Somehow
just because there is still
your bra between
my hands
and your skin
your body fears no danger.
All this
despite the warning signs you feel.
How my breath huffs
and burns hot
down the hollow
of your vulnerable neck.
How the rigid protrusion
digs into your backside.
How my chest heaves
like a predator
filling its lungs
before sprinting in its chase.
Your eyes close
as you lean into me
lending more of your weight
against me.
Your eyes should be open
seeking escape
back to everyday life.
Hunger
thundering in my head.
I reluctantly
release your breasts
and let you stand
by yourself.
A soft smile
crosses my face
as you look at me.
You close your eyes
as you feel
fingers
caress your cheeks.
The palm of my hand
cradles your face
as it slides around
and cradles your head.
My soft lips
pressed lightly against yours.
We linger together.
Our eyes open
and you are greated
with another smile.
My hands gently lift
the bottom hemline
of your shirt.
Slowly peeling
your shirt off
over your head.
You catch a glimpse
of something
within my intentful eyes.
That normal smoldering ember
of passion
is now a wildfire
blazing out of control.
You instinctively
try to take a step back
only to find the countertop
behind you.
You are trapped
and now your shirt
is up over your head
but your arms
are still held captive
by your own shirt.
You are trapped,
and in all essence
bound helpless.
There is nowhere to go.
You try to wiggle free
from the shirt
and quickly realize
it is pointless.
You feel the heat
burning off this predator
before you.
It’s chest and shoulders
heaving with every breath.
This once docile creature
morphed
into the apex species
ravenous before you.
You can see
his need has consumed him
just like
he is about to consume you.
You feel his paw
cup and squeeze
your breast.
The way he pulls down
on the cup of your bra
you aren’t sure
how much of him remains
and how of it
controls him.
The need envelops him completely
and his entire face
slams against your breast
his mouth greedily
pulling your nipple into his mouth.
Relentless sucking,
lips forever tugging
upon your breast.
Moments
minutes
millenia
pass by instants
yet each one lasting lifetimes
in each breath.
Does time have meaning
to the prey
when it is being consumed?
You dont want to be
the prey.
Yet your moans
tell him to never stop.
His lips leave your nipple
with a little popping sound
as the suction
is broken.
You feel him
shove his entire face
under your breast.
You feel
the fervent sucking
upon you skin.
You can feel the start
of a bruise.
He’s marking you
as his!
You murmur don’t
but your mind
cant decide
if it’s no don’t do that
or no don’t stop.
You can feel
the wetness
pooling between your thighs.
You aren’t supposed
to like this.
Yet you find relief
when he yanks down
the other cup of your bra
and suckles you
like a lion feeding
after the kill.
Author's note - sorry for any egregious typos and errors literally first draft as i typed it up just now. Still debating if this needs a part II or not. For the record I realize lionesses do almost all the hunting in the pride but wanted to stay with the visual of a "manly" lion besides its one of fave animals lol. I tried to make it more about the de-evolution lust, hunger and need can inspire and how the main male character is just so helpless in his desire for his female significant other. Hope you enjoy As always love to hear any and all feedback positive or negative.
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Fort Williams / Portland Headlight
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Posted:Jul 15, 2014 4:32 pm
Last Updated:Dec 26, 2014 12:11 pm
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A little bit of a different post than normal and even though I am working on about 7 stories right now not sure when will finish any of them so I figured I would do this in the interim. Two weekends ago I attended a wedding at Portland Headlight / Fort Williams and thought I would share a few pics since it was such a beautiful day and well I am no photographer but love to take pics. Hopefully this is just a small taste on why they call Maine Vacationland Enjoy.
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Chocolate Covered Dessert (Part III)
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Posted:Jul 1, 2014 3:33 am
Last Updated:Jan 2, 2017 4:10 am
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She watched him slide
down her body.
His strawberry and chocolate
stained lips
gently kissed
the inside
of her left knee.
He slowly
pressed his lips
to her soft skin
not even a full inch higher
than where
he first kissed.
Again he kissed
up her inner thigh
moving at the speed
of a glacier.
Slow
methodical
unrelenting
ever moving.
Finally
she felt his breath
upon her lips.
She felt
seven sets
of soft inhales
and exhales
softly caress her.
He then got up
upon all fours
and reaching over her
grabbed one
of the chocolate covered strawberries.
He offered her a bite.
She gladly obliged him.
He slowly lowered himself
back between her thighs.
He squeezed
the strawberry
and ran
a trail of juice
the length
of her thigh
and up over
her swollen clit.
She could feel
the sweet juice
flow down her thigh
just like the juice
from her bite
ran down her throat.
He slowly
dragged his tongue
along the trail
of juice.
She could almost feel
the stick sweetness
adhering to his tongue
the entire way,
from just above
the knee
to her clit.
He went back
to the start of the trail.
Lowering his mouth
his lips
pressed against
her ever so soft skin
and sucked
what juice
and sticky sweetness remained.
Slowly he progress
up her thigh
one width
of his mouth
at a time
until he hovered
above her beautiful clit.
His heated breath
smoldering her.
He grabbed
one of the pillows,
slid his arms
under her bent knees
until her legs
where over her shoulders.
He pressed his shoulders forward
which rolled her hips back
and then lifted up
enough
so he could slide the pillow
underneath her.
Gently he eased her
onto her pillow
which had now rotated
and lifted her
for easier access
and a much more intimate view.
The taste
of the chocolate covered strawberry
lingered in her mouth.
He eased his tongue
onto her.
Letting the tip of his tongue
press against her
like a butterfly
landing on a flower.
She shuddered
at the touch
at the anticipation
of whatever
may happen next.
She was soaked
and could no longer tell
what was her wetness
or the juiciness
of the strawberry
still wedged
between her lips.
The wait to feel him more
was killing her.
She ached to grab
the back of his head
and grind against him
but every movement
she made
reminded her
her wrists were bound
and she could move
just never enough.
His tongue
gently flicked
over the tip of her clit.
She gasped and bucked
at the sensation
as the juices
rolled down his tongue.
He pressed his lips
all around her clit
encircling it
with his mouth.
She could feel
him breath
as she was gasping
to keep her breath.
Four quick sucks
had her testing
the strength
of her bonds
as her arms reacted
trying to pull themselves
closer to her core.
Her hells
dug into his back
as she lifted herself
off the bed.
He left the initial jolt
of pleasure ease out of her
as she relaxed back down
upon the bed.
He ran his tongue
down one lip
and up the other.
He looked up at her
to ensure she was watching.
So she could see
those blue eyes
looking up at her
from deep
between her thighs,
past all the places
his lips tongue and fingers
had just recently enjoyed.
Holding her gave
for an eternity
of several moments
before he slid
his tongue inside
and started scooping out
the strawberry.
He nuzzled in closer
making sure
the strawberry
had no place to go.
Then he gently
bit a piece of the strawberry
while it was still
between her lips.
The juices ran down
as he finished his bite.
He grabbed her hips
and nuzzled in more
so his tongue
could scoop out
the rest of the berry.
He lifted his head
so he could watch her
every reaction
as she watched him chew,
savor,
and swallow
the strawberry.
He lowered his head
pressing his face
against her
and finished to grind
the strawberry
in his mouth.
Simply so she
could feel
his jaw
sliding back and forth
against her.
He slid his tongue
inside her
ensuring every drop
of the strawberry
and every drop of her
was accounted for.
Soft subtle suckings,
long lingering licks
all endured
in frozen time.
He left no spot
unattended.
Making sure to run
his tongue
up,
down,
around,
and in between
her folds.
Stopping only
to gently suck
any and all
juices
that tried to escape
down her thighs.
She was still so wet
he slid
two fingers inside her
with ease.
He pressed his tongue
firmly against
her clit
as his fingers
moved back
and forth
inside her.
Her breathing
was labored
and he continued
to suck
and finger her
closer
and closer
to the edge.
Every few strokes
of his fingers,
he would curl them
so they would drag
along the roof
of her.
A sudden flick
of his tongue,
that had been
pressed
and held against her clit
made her buck
and cry out.
She strained
against the restraints
and pleaded for him
to be inside her.
She didn't know
what she said
it was all so organic
and in the moment
but she know
she told him
she was about to cum
that she needed
to feel his luscious cock
buried inside her,
that she wasn't going to last.
If her head wasn't spinning
she may have known
how many times
she begged please.
Instead she felt
his strong hands
behind her knees.
He spread he thighs apart
and pressed her legs back
towards her
so she was fully exposed.
The intensity of his licking
and sucking
became even more frantic.
She could feel
his face grind
almost bouncing
against her.
She knew
he would torment her
so she surrendered
to the moment
surrendered to him.
She closed her eyes
and felt the wave of heat
rush over her
her body tighten
to the point she felt as is
she would snap the restraints.
Her body shuddered
and in between
her gasps
and cries
she could her
and feel his mouth
continue to savor
every drop
of her.
Her body slowly settled
as the last few waves
rolled over her.
She couldn't quite yet
focus her eyes.
That's when she felt him
push inside her.
Her body still tingling
but fully aware
of the titanium velvet
invading her.
He leaned over her
nibbled on
that last strawberry.
He unbound her wrists
freeing her.
He slid his arm
underneath her.
Her eyes
were still
glazed over.
But she could tell
he was looking down
on her.
Admiring whatever beauty
his eyes saw in her.
âSee,
you are always
my delicious dessert.â
He slid completely
inside of her.
And she tasted
the chocolate
the strawberries
and her
upon his lips
as he kissed her
deeply,
body and soul.
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Chocolate Covered Dessert Part II
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Posted:Jun 25, 2014 4:40 am
Last Updated:Aug 26, 2014 4:07 am
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She wasn't sure
what to feel
when he uttered those words.
Such words made her feel
more bound to him
than the restraints ever would.
She could feel
the chocolate shavings
slowly melting against her skin.
She could feel the
firm tightness
of the rope around her breasts.
It felt like that strawberry
was dissolving
between her lips.
He took a bite
off the tip of a strawberry
and ran the strawberry
down along her neck.
He watched
as it left
the tiniest
little trail of juice.
Leaning down
he painstakingly slowly
licks his way
up her neck
making sure
to gather every tiny drop
of strawberry juice
from her skin.
Two forced
shortened breathes
escape her mouth
at the ease to which
he was tormenting her.
He kisses hos way down
the same trail.
She feels his breath
slide down her breastbone
and over to her nipple.
Her hands grip
the restraints
in anticipation
of what she knows is next.
He softly kisses
her obsidian nipple.
Then,
gently traps her nipple
between his teeth
and slowly pulls his head
back away from her
pulling her nipple
along with it
until the tension breaks
and her nipple
rakes it way free
from him.
Lowering his head again,
he lashes and swirls
his tongue
all over
all around
her nipple.
The end result
was him getting most
of the chocolate
and smearing the rest.
Pressing his mouth
onto her
tilting his head forward
ever so slightly,
but enough to
gently nuzzle into her.
Without provocation
she felt
the sharp tug
of suction
force as much of her breast
into his mouth
as it would allow.
Feeling his tongue swirl around
licking up the chocolate
and the sheer firm suction
nearly pulling the syrup
from her.
She wanted to
grab the back of his head
cleaving him to her,
but was denied
when the binding
stopped her hand
well short of her goal.
He released her nipple.
Looking up at her,
he saw her
watching him
slide over
to her other breast.
A small smear of chocolate
smeared on his upper lip.
His mouth hovering
just above her.
Waiting while he watched.
A quick flick of his tongue,
just catching her nipple,
sending volts of energy
through her.
A quick blitzkrieg strike
over and done
within the blink of an eye.
Now his mouth stayed
disengaged.
Just laying in wait.
His breath
cascading over her skin.
The wait to feel him
was nearly intolerable.
Yet there he waited.
She couldn't
arch her back enough
to initiate contact
so he would pull her
into his mouth.
Her bound wrists
prevented her
from grabbing
the back of his head
and smothering him
to her.
There he waited.
His breath
heating her skin
emulsifying the chocolate
around her nipple
It wasn't the case,
but to her
it felt like
the chocolate
was running down
like hot fudge
over an ice cream sundae.
Yet there he waited.
She was at his mercy
and she was aching for his touch.
His denial
was his testament
to her.
Teaching her
there was nothing
he wouldn't do for her,
even to deny himself,
as long as she submitted to him.
Lifetimes and millennia passed
within each half second.
Finally
a long
slow
deliberate
lasting lick
ran over breast.
Then another
and another.
Each lick
slow
and deliberate.
Like licking
an ice cream cone
on a hot humid summer day.
Over and
around
twirled his tongue.
licking up the chocolate.
Another sharp breath
escaped her
and she couldn't stop
her back from arching
when she felt
his mouth envelop her.
Soft slow suckling
his lips tugging
at her breast
as he gently sucked
any remaining chocolate
from her.
He suckled her
like a babe
to a mother.
Long
enduring suckles
pulling her nipple
across the roof
of his mouth
with his tongue.
Tug after tug
he mouth never relented.
All the chocolate
had long been devoured.
Now he was just
feasting on her.
She writhed
under his mouth.
He finally
released her breast.
And she immediately
felt his tongue
dragging down her skin.
His mouth
and tongue
had her so enraptured
she hadn't felt
the chocolate shavings
melt along her skin
from her heightened
body heat.
She looked down
at him
seeing his fully extended tongue
drag down
her skin.
Long slow decent
from her diaphragm
to the top
of her mound.
He lowered his jaw
and gently dragged his teeth
up her body
raking up the melted chocolate.
Upon reaching the top
he then used his top teeth
to rake back down her skin.
A slow decent
where she could
almost feel the tiny red line s
his teeth were leaving
while almost tickling
all at once.
He continues to lick
up and down
this trail
of melted chocolate.
He spent his time
making sure every
melted shaving
was licked up.
A small smear
of chocolate
is visible
upon his upper lip.
He crawls up over her
till his lips
are above hers.
Just out of reach
but close enough
to feel his breath.
His blue eyes
studying her.
Watching ever facial expression
before peering
deep into her soul.
He slowly tilts his head
so they are aligned
for a long sustained
deep passionate kiss.
Closer and closer
they are.
Her eyes
slowly close
at that point just before contact.
Yet moments seem
to pass.
No feeling his soft full lips
upon hers.
She opens her eyes
to see his big blue eyes
looking down upon her
his lips
breathing in her breath.
I devilish smirk
curls up the
right side of his smile.
She sees the light
in his eyes change
from soft
to burning.
“Not yet.
I still have another strawberry
I need to taste.”
She felt her body
spark with electricity
that ran down her spine
and coated the strawberry
still between her lips.
She watch his slowly slide down
her body.
Unable to initiate
any contact
but knowing
she would be feeling him more
very soon.
Ok so it turns out this is a 3 part story lol sorry. I just go where the words and images take me lol, Thus the title change as well. Figured dessert was a better word than just strawberries Hope you enjoy and aren't disappointed in having to wait a lil more for the rest of the story.
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Wet Inside You
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Posted:Jun 22, 2014 3:23 am
Last Updated:Aug 26, 2014 4:20 am
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I feel so dirty
but I need you so.
I ache
to be inside you
to feel your wetness
surround me.
I peel off my clothes
and walk my way
to you.
I cant help but moan
ever so slightly
when I ease myself
into you.
It feels so good
just being here
feeling your heat
soaking in your wetness.
I can help
but close my eyes
letting my head fall back
as I bath in your
liquid pleasure.
I don't ever,
ever want to leave
being inside you.
You are what
I need right now.
Don't stop.
Keep raining over me.
Its like every touch
you make my body
steam and hiss relief
This moment
has fogged up my vision
in the intense heat
I feel.
Being covered in you
restricts my breathing
but I don't want
the pleasure I feel
to end.
You are so hot.
You are so wet.
I feel you all over me.
We are changing positions
the angle
the direction
of our collisions.
Ensuring every part of me
is in you.
My skin is a blaze
reddened by
the heat of your touch.
Oh..
Ohhhhh
OHHHH
nothing like a hot shower
after mowing the lawn.
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Chocolate Covered Strawberries Part I
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Posted:Jun 21, 2014 5:09 am
Last Updated:Aug 26, 2014 3:54 am
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The computer screen
stared at him.
It wasn't even lunch yet
and work was already dragging.
He picked up his phone
and texted her
to pick up
some chocolate covered strawberries,
and that he had something planned
with them
this evening.
Clicking send
gave him a sense
of satisfaction
knowing her mind
would be distracted all afternoon now.
He didn't want to admit it
but his mind
would wander
plot
and fantasize
about tonight's activities.
They both
seemed to make it through
the day
the commute
and through supper.
She was excited
to find out
what he had in store for her.
He led her to the bedroom.
Taking his time
to slowly remove her clothes.
Never saying a word.
His eyes forever
holding her gaze.
Piece by piece
she lost every last piece
of clothing.
He slowly
easing her onto the bed.
He smiled
down at her
and pushed her hair
from in front of her shoulder
to behind it.
He ran
the back of his fingers
down the side of her cheek
watching her
look up at him.
He slid
the palm of his hand
around the back of her neck
until he was
cradling the back of her head.
Leaning in he softly placed
his lips
upon hers
letting the pressure
gradually increase
like one eases
into bed before sleep.
He slowly pulled away
and they opened their eyes
in unison.
His hand slid down her arm
and over to her breast.
A gentle caress.
“Bound”
Single word sentences
were part of their language.
Inflection and tone
set what were commands,
what were statements,
and what were questions.
They were fluent
in each other
and she knew it was a question.
“Firm”
He knew now
that's she wanted it,
and how she wanted it.
He took out the rope
and let
the golden braided band
serpentine
and tighten around her breasts
until she felt the swelling.
The tight encompassing seduction
providing an erotic frame.
He laid her down
and ran his hands
down the length of her arms.
Before slowly binding each wrist.
Leaving enough slack
for some range of movement
but no possibility
of her initiating contact.
Her breasts
were turning a light blush
of pink
from the firm binding.
He stood above her
gently brushing
the back of his hand
over both her breasts,
awakening her skin
so it was ready
for what would happen next.
Several times
he gently
ran his forefinger and thumb
from the edge of her aureola
inwards
and up over her nipples
in a near pinching motion
but only at a feather touch graze.
“You didn't forget
that you picked up
the chocolate covered strawberries
did you.”
With that he left
her alone in the room
with her breasts and arms bound.
He returned
with several items.
He took one
of the chocolate covered strawberries
and traced it back and forth
over her lips.
“Take a bite.”
She readily complied.
Tasting the chocolate
melt in her mouth
followed by the sweet juice
of the strawberry
coat her taste buds
before sliding down her throat.
He took a bite
off her strawberry
and leaned forward
and kissed her
sharing the same strawberry
and each other
within this first kiss.
Next he pulled out
a small ziploc bag
of chilled shaving
of dark chocolate.
He sprinkled a trail
of the shavings
from her diaphragm
to the top
of her mound.
He took the bottle
of chocolate syrup
and spiraled it
around her nipples.
He grabbed another strawberry.
Gently spreading her legs
she now knew
exactly what he had
in store for her.
A sharp inhale
cause her restrains
to be tested
as she felt
the chocolate tip
of the strawberry
run up and down
her lips.
Slowly the tip
worked its way
in between her folds.
Sliding up and down,
over her clit
and up and down some more.
He kept rubbing
that it was so hard
for her
to not slowly grind her hips
and let the pleasure
wash over her.
She knew if she moved
she would be reprimanded.
A twist of the nipple,
a slap to her pussy,
a firm hard swat
to her ass.
She wasn't sure what
it would be,
but it was almost worth it
to give into her body's want
to feel more of his hand.
Yet she resist,
not wanting to disappoint him.
Yet he continue
to run the strawberry
up and down her,
easing the tip of it
in and out of her.
Was it her,
was it the chocolate melting,
was it the strawberry
she couldn't tell.
All she could feel
was the damp desire
that now
slowly saturated her.
He palmed the strawberry
pressing it to her
holding it between
her soaking lips.
I leaned in close
so his whisper
fell directly
into her ear.
“Comfy”
He brought his face
to be right above hers
so all she could do,
was look
into his big blue eyes.
Her breathing was ragged already.
She could barely muster the strength
to whisper
as loud as a summer breeze.
“Yes sire.”
She could see
the proud joy
swim within the
ocean of
his blue eyes.
“Are you ready...”
He paused,
and she started
to try to speak,
when he finished
his thought.
“...to be reminded
how deliciously sexy
and beautiful you are.”
She felt her lungs contract.
Her heart thundered
within her ears.
She felt the saline joy
well up in her eyes
as she drown within
his eyes.
She couldn't breath
she couldn't speak.
Both happened at once.
“Ye.....yes sire.”
He smiled
and kissed her forehead.
“Let us begin.”
Author's note : Breaking this story into two parts and hope to finish part two later this weekend. (Hey I gotta at least try and make you want to come back for more right lol). Again very rough and unpolished so apologizes for any spelling / grammatical errors. Thank you.
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