Daybreak

Daybreak

(A Tabitha Tale)

As the morning sun broke the grey shadows of our bedroom, she lay there, my naked brunette goddess, pressed against my leg running her fingers across my chest.  I could feel the heat of her mound pressed into my thigh and it made me even harder as I focused on the task at hand. Every now and then she stopped and played with my nipples.  She did this as she lay there watching me, studying my reaction.  She wanted to know what made me tick so she could do it again and again. She loved watching me touch myself in the morning.  Hell she loved it no matter what time of the day it was.  But today, it seemed she was hungry for me to burst from my rigid thickness.  Our fun was not always about sex with one another we really enjoyed the pleasure we could have and give to each other. 

Tabitha leaned into my ear and whispered a small question.  “Are you going to cum for me this morning?”  She knew damn well I was but I managed to grunt the response she wanted to hear as I concentrated on my cock.  I stroked myself fast and then slower, varying my speeds to hurry along my much needed relief.  She pulled me to her lips and kissed me as I lay there handling my girth.  She smiled and turned her head once again to watch as she slid her hand slowly from my chest, trailing a finger lightly on my skin, as she made her way to the base of my cock.  She had paused a bit on my tip, when I slowed my pace, to scoop a bit of the pre-cum that oozed from me.  I wanted so badly for her to bring it back to her tongue but she had other ideas. I was so dam close to exploding and I think she could tell because she smiled and watched more intently as my hands worked there magic on me.

Tangled

Tangled

(A Tabitha Tale)

She lay naked pressed against me.  Her soft pale silken skin, lit by the moonlight, felt wonderful as she writhed within my arms.  First it was her fingers caressing, searching for her wet hello, and then she gasped as I watched her play, finding her intended want.  I smiled and whispered into her ear, coaxing her on and she responded with sexiest little moans.  I found heaven on earth the moment she was comfortable enough to explore herself while I witnessed her pleasure.  

There we lay upon her bed in the dead of night. The fan blowing just enough to cool our overheated bodies.  I kissed her as she looked up at me and smiled.  It was brief for then she was lost, once again returning to focus on her fingers that played between her legs.  Somewhere between our wet kisses and her grinding her bare ass against my rigid cock, the sensual quiet was broken by a new sound.  It was a sound that could both be heard and felt.  A gentle whir of delight was about to send my love into a frenzy as she squirmed within my arms.

I smiled, knowing full well what that sound was.  Leaning over her right shoulder I was able to get a view of the pink perfection that now penetrated my love.  With the first touch against her already over stimulated clit, her body tensed and she arched her back into me.  A simple and soft yes escaped her lips and I nearly lost myself there.  I wanted her so very bad but I also wanted what was happening. I resisted the urge to flip her over and impale her with my girth and continued to watch as she caressed her heat with her vibrator.

Mid Day Distractions

"Mid Day Distractions"
(Thomas & Mandy Rivers:  Marriage should always be an adventure.)

It was late afternoon and the sun was beginning to fall.  The heat still hung in the air with the weight of laziness.  She sat in her ford in the middle of the car park listening to the distant ocean, not really wanting to go back to work but knowing she had to.  As she was about to turn the ignition off, her phone vibrated.  She picked it up to see which one of her annoying coworkers were bothering her now and smiled when she saw it wasn't work related, it was Thomas.  Four simple words appeared on her tiny screen, “What are you doing?” She smiled once again and responded quickly, tapping away at her phone with a playful “What do you want me to be doing?”

Thomas leaned back in his chair with a huge smile on his face.  He looked up from his phone for a brief moment to see where his receptionist was and after noting that she was nowhere in sight he typed his response.  “Touch yourself for me and send me a picture proving it.”  His heart beat a bit faster as he typed out and even bolder demand.  “I want two pictures.  One with at least two fingers buried in your wetness and one with your lovely smile while doing as I ask.”  His concentration on his phone broke off just for a moment when his receptionist walked back into the office.  As she spoke to him he set it down on his desk, it vibrated as it sat there, as if to tell on him and his naughty activities.   “Hey Thomas Nick called earlier when you were out and needs you to call him back when you get a chance and your wife called also.”  Thomas quickly responded trying to seem normal.  “OK thanks Nicole I will call Nick in a few.”  He conveniently ignored the whole wife part. She nodded and went back to her desk.  He fidgeted with his mouse and keyboard for a moment and checked his inbox for anything he missed, acting like he was busy.  He then remembered his earlier text exchange and grabbed his phone quickly as he excitedly looked for his last text.  It simply read “OK”.  He shook his head and smiled knowing he would soon be rewarded with something wonderful.

Witness

Witness

She looked around the room and bit her lip nervously.  She was a bit hesitant with all those eyes trained upon her.  She looked at each of the guys that sat there, briefly making eye contact with each one of them.  First John’s searing blue blinked back at her while being chased by one of his big smiles, and then came Dan’s soft chocolate brown ones.  She could tell he was just as nervous as she was the way he was fidgeting.  That was to be expected coming from one of the quietest of their friends.  She found Mark’s hungry eyes next and her heart skipped a little.  Of all their friends he was by far the sexiest.  He had always had that five O’clock shadow that never seemed to get too long; the kind most women imagine brushing up against their soft thighs, tickling them in an almost primal kind of way.  After the longest look yet she finally found his.  The eyes she fell in love with. They were a golden green that held scattered flecks of brown and blue.  These were the eyes that drove her lust and her willingness to do anything for him.  This is why she was here now, on display.  He raised an eyebrow as if to say “Go on” and her breath quickened at the very thought of pleasing him.

Slowly she ran her hands down the sides of her stomach until they came to rest upon the cotton of her panties.  Her heart raced faster and faster as she leaned back against the table.  She had always been an exhibitionist but this was to be the first time she would do this around people she knew and with his permission.  She hooked her fingers underneath the waistband of her soft white biking briefs and proceeded to peel and roll away the last bit of mystery for any of these men watching, except of course him.  He had on numerous occasions witnessed her writhing in pleasure before him.   As she trailed the cloth down her thighs exposing herself to everyone she could hear a few of them sucking in their breaths, marveling at her daring and erotic risk.  She bent over a bit further pushing her panties past her thighs and then let them drop noiselessly to the ground.  She moistened the moment she knew they all could see her.

Kendall

Kendall

I stood there with my mouth open, speechless and unable to move.  My mind was screaming for me to leave but my feet stayed planted like newly dried cement.  I had no clue how she had come to be in my bedroom let alone my house.  Her hands paced diligently and determined beneath her tight denim prison and as she kept her dark eyes pinned to mine I wondered as to how wet she was.  She moaned as her speed increased and smiled defiantly grinding into her palm when I shook my head trying to expel the wicked thoughts that should have never been there out.

I finally found the strength to leave and as I turned she called out to me.  “No, don’t go.  You don’t have to do anything.  Just watch.” I stopped midstride and once again fell upon her hungry and piercing gaze.  “You know you want to see me cum.” She gasped breathily when she said this and a bead of sweat ran down her chest, over her pale perfectly fit stomach eventually vanishing under her hand, somewhere within her salty sweetness.  She was right about me wanting to see her cum, I did.  I also wanted to see so much more that she would easily and willingly show me.  I was tormented, yet stayed motionless where her words had frozen me.

She moaned and played with her eyes locked on mine her pace increasing.  She ground deeper and harder into her hand as sweat built up and glistened across her body.  My pants grew tight and adjusted myself without intention or noticing I was doing so until she whispered “That’s it. I know I making you so hard.”  I just shook my head and continued to stare.  She got louder and faster, gasping for air until finally she peaked, daring to call out my name my name as she tensed and her body rocked with intense pleasure.  I stood there aching, needing and confused.  “You shouldn’t be here” I whispered.

Cristina

Cristina

We had met Cristina online.  Well to be honest I met her online but it was my wife’s idea.  We had been toying with the thought of inviting another woman into our bed for quite some time and then suddenly the chips all fell into place.  Cristina was a bit of sexual freak herself always asking questions and talking about what she wanted to try but admitting to never quite finding the courage to do so.  She hid behind the computer screen just like a million other sex starved and curious people do, myself included.

Recently I found myself stepping beyond my normal electronic adventures with Cristina and she willingly played along.  Soon we were discussing a chance to actually meet one another. I think she was more interested in my wife to be honest, but who was I to complain right?  She had always wanted to experience a threesome but just never could quite build up the strength to participate in one.  Besides how do you arrange something like that? You can’t just go up to one of your friends and say hey can I join you and your husband in bed.  Well maybe on some occasions you could but who was willing to take that risk?  It seems in the world of erotica and online forums you can easily find what you are looking for, even when you don’t know you are looking for it.

Piper

Piper

I was not allowed to touch.  She had very strict rules. This didn't mean I didn't try to bend them every so often.  Still, save for a stolen kiss in the heat of some moment every now and then I never did manage to break her.  I would ask myself why I ran the risk and even bothered and then realized because of days like this.  Her husband had left a couple of hours ago and now here I was seated at her request watching her fingers dance beneath the cotton of her briefs.  She knew she easily captured me.  She knew that she could dangle me along a line of rope for years and I would willingly allow it. Always hoping that one day her resolve to cross that final line of sin would snap and then I would ravish her and sate my desire for her. 

So today I sat hoping, as I have many times before, watching her fingers trace her naked exposed flesh and disappear into her pink wet mound.  I could smell her want in the air.  I watched her as she writhed on the bed in front of me.  She would occasionally open her half shut eyes to make sure I was still there or not getting to close and then smile, drifting back into her own pleasure filled adventure.  When she peaked she teased me further by saying my name a few times, that always sent a shiver down my spine.  I wanted her so bad and she knew it.  When she was done she smiled knowing the torture she caused and then stood naked and glowing only to quietly and cruelly show me to the door so that she could go on about her day.

Thomas Aiden

The Sin Series

Temptation has many names

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Muse

You are a stranger, a friend or another’s wife.  You are my muse, the woman I pass on the street that says hello with a friendly and radiant smile.  Sometimes you know the power that you posses; a simple toss of your hair, a short skirt, a longing look held for a few seconds more than expected.  Sometimes you are oblivious to the fact that you inspire my lust.   My pen shares my contrived adventures with you and my hands make them come true as you dance in my head, taunting me from inaction to quiet individual bedroom adventures. 

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Carried

I survive my droughts by traveling into other worlds of lust, desire and vivid imagination.  Housewives, amateurs and even men with second lives carry me through lonely nights and a cold bed.  Whose adventure, real or contrived, will make me shudder this morning before I am off into the doldrums of life?  Whose hand will be running soft against my skin or dipping inside of me as I peak?  Each day I waste searching for “him” I am sated by my constant electric escape.  I find lovers, man or woman, which are willing to ravish me with their words.

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Fireworks

He melts against me, lost in my slippery touch.  The muscles on his back tighten against my skin and I smile knowing I have taken him somewhere between fantasy and heaven.  My rhythm remains slow and steady as I watch my hand slide along his length.  His breaths are rapid and his moans of "yes" and "don’t stop" are often.  I excite, as small drops of nectar form at his tip, quickening my pace while swirling a finger across his helmet, coaxing his end.  His legs tighten and buck and soon I am rewarded with fireworks of creamy white.

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Felt

His hands danced along my milk white skin and I smiled.  As he dared explore a bit further beneath my dress, I moved my leg just enough to show him it was ok.  His eyes never left mine as he grazed my cotton covered heat.  He whispered questions of "may I?" while nudging under the elastic, searching for my wet silken kiss.  I shuddered and my mouth opened with a soft moan the moment he slid a finger into me.  Then, the world woke us with the honk of a horn. Who knows how long the light had been green.

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Shopping for Him

"Shopping for Him"

 Fun behind a changing room curtain all because he said to do it.

Cayleigh shut her lap top and scooted back in her chair taking a deep breath.  “Is he for real?” she asked out loud to an empty room.  She sat there staring blankly as the room darkened a bit with the coming night.  A few minutes later she was startled back to reality when her cat, a black Persian named Karl, jumped into her lap.   He voiced his disdain with having not yet been fed and she quickly moved off to satisfy his command.  Later on that evening as she lay in bed she replayed her adventurous electronic chat with her new mystery man over and over in her head.  How she stumbled across him was pure coincidence but since that first fateful day of keyboard flirting she had been hooked. He was addicting in the way he could spin words and just seem to know her every desire and now he was asking her to do things she would never even think of on her own in a million years.  That’s what had her mind reeling tonight.  He had asked her to be really naughty and she was a bit scared. Cayleigh wasn't scared about what he had asked.  She was scared because she was actually considering doing it.  As she lay in her bed reliving a bit of her conversation with her new gentleman friend she slid a hand under the waistband of her panties and fingered her wetness.  Smiling and drowsy, she eventually drifted off to sleep, imagining what he would do if he were with her at that very moment.

When her alarm went off Cayleigh was ready for it.  She had actually been awake for nearly an hour already but she did not want to wake Karl as he lay purring nestled in a ball on top of her feet.  Now Karl had no choice but to move as she practically sprinted from her bed to the bathroom knocking him to the side.  “I am doing it!” she said out loud with determination and a wicked smile as her cat stretched uncaring. With that she turned on the shower and began to get ready for the day’s instructed adventure.  After she applied her makeup just right and had managed to squeeze into her sexy dark blue denim skin tight jeans she grabbed a cup of coffee and opened her laptop.  She was schoolgirl giddy with nervousness and excitement.  She hoped he was there. She hoped he had sent her a message during the night. Once everything had loaded on the screen and she looked at her inbox she was a bit miffed.  There was nothing there.  Yes of course there were emails from a prince in Nigeria and something from her mom but there was nothing from him.  A moment of sadness and need crept over her but it was quickly replaced with more determination.  She told him she was willing to do what he asked and she was going to do it.  With that she smacked her laptop shut, grabbed her purse and keys and headed out the door.

Desire

Her eyes are locked on mine as my fingers trace her skin. She bites her lip as I edge closer and closer to her hunger.  She is aching for my kiss and I just stand there watching her as my touch dances along her stomach.  I love the heat in her eyes and the way she breathes.  She gasps as my hand slides beneath her panties and into her silken depths and I know she is mine.  Her mouth half opens allowing a whimper to escape as she arches her back in need, pressing for more of my touch.

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Higher Learning (Part 4)

Higher Learning

A Lucy Winthrop Adventure

Part Four

(A Taste of Honey)

The first parts of this story can be found below 

(Higher Learning: Pt. 1, Higher Learning Pt. 2, Higher Learning: Pt. 3)

The morning had been dragging on agonizingly slow for Dr. Stevens. The man had tried everything he could think of to flush the image of his student, Lucy Winthrop, from his mind. It was a constant moral battle that had been waging in his head for the last four hours.

He scolded himself mentally, thinking of his wife and the fact Lucy was his student. Just as this seemed to have finally settled his thoughts he would flash to an image of this young woman bent over his desk as he was sliding his cock in and out of her. It took a lot of restraint to not shake his head right then and there in frustration. As his eyes fell upon the now vacant seat were Lucy normally sat Dr. Stevens got so lost in his perverted mind battle that he had just stopped lecturing. It wasn’t until someone managed to force a loud cough that he realized he was just standing there staring blankly at no one in particular. In order to rid the images of a scantily clad Lucy from his head and distract his lusting train of thought he went so far as to encourage a debate amongst his two most annoying and headstrong students on the topic of who was better Cher or Madonna. As a dedicated professor of music he would never lend any sort of credence to either of these women in an argument but now he was happy for their inspiration in the gay community and the fact that the mindless students of his found it a worthy topic.

Damn Him

He taunts so perfectly with wet words that play right into my vulnerability.  I feed the kids and kiss my husband goodbye every morning, hastily, just so I can open a window into another world because another man says so.  He reaches out from behind pixilated megabytes teasing my heat, firing my lust for someone I shall never actually touch, or so I think.  Daily we tread further into the forbidden only to look back realizing there is now a new line to cross.  Today he wishes to watch me peak and I obediently do as he wishes.

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Without

I snuck in hoping to surprise her and was caught off guard.  I stood there and watched as she drowned her fingers in her warmth.  Little moans escaped her lips as she writhed on the couch with her eyes shut.  I ached with want but resisted a bit longer enjoying the fact she was wearing my shirt and tie.  She arched her back and shuddered, whispering my name, and I had enough.   As I walked toward her shedding my clothes I quietly said “You started without me.” She opened her eyes, smiled, and said, “You get to help finish.”

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Damn

Nothing can stop this moment.  Your touch is magic as it travels my skin, sending sparks in waves down my back.  I love the brush of your five o’clock shadow against my shoulder as you whisper sins I want to commit, gasping when they begin beneath my panties.  You circle my heat as you press your body into mine and I hungrily grind against you in response as my need mounts.  Soon, I am at the precipice of your intent and you lean into me trying to catch my expression as I burst and manage a single word, “Damn.”

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Proof

Her hand circled her wet heat as she writhed in the dimly lit room with her body pressed against the wall.  It was exciting what she did to please him.  The camera clicked every so often when she remembered to push the button.  It was a difficult task she was attempting, but he demanded she cum, and she craved the idea of obeying him.  With her husband asleep in another room she listened to her master’s voice as his words pushed her over the edge.  Soon she would find the best picture and send him the proof he requested.

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View

At first, I am shy when he asks to watch.  I've never done this before.  He waits patiently for me to lose myself in the moment.  I undress as he waits hungry.  Leaning against the wall, slowly I slide into my growing heat.  He smiles, watching me ever so close.  I love his eyes on me and moan as I slip another finger into my wetness.  My head tosses back and my legs shake as I realize I want this for him.  It happens faster than expected and as I shudder he sees the result run down my leg. 

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Grasp

She sat naked above me, her hands skillfully travelling my length up and down, stopping occasionally to tease my tip.  She bit her lip and smiled.  “Don’t move” she whispered as she spit into her hand, slickening her grasp a little bit more.  As I tried to play with her exposed heat she moved my hand away.  “I am in charge” she said quickening her pace with determination.  I bucked against her warm palm when she began using both hands.  She knew I was close.  When I finally erupted, covering myself and her hands, she smiled at her success.

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