Watching

Watching

She always made sure to find my eyes.  Her gasps reverberated in his ears and mine.  She loved to please me and my pleasure was watching her be pleasured.  It was a wicked dance, one we did so well, because of trust.  His wandering hands on her throat, his tongue on her body, it was electrifying.  His fingers glistening from where he spread her legs made me hard.  She smiled, moaning, facing me on all fours, while he slipped inside her from behind, and managed between rhythmic breaths to tell me “I love you” while staring at me hungrily. 

Nympho Librarian

Nympho Librarian

She was as complicated as the books she guarded.  Sexy, proper and very off limits. I played coy, whispering with a false blush, “Can you show me where to find Anais Nin’s Delta of the Venus or Vatsayana’s Kama Sutra, it’s for my thesis.”  She looked up at me and smiled a smile that melted my heart and tightened my jeans.  “I would love to help you” she said with a whisper, but please come back after 9.  I asked a bit confused, “The library is closed then?”  She just looked at me hungrily and said “I know.”

Tabitha's Tales 007

Quinn

Quinn

Her thick black hair hung ruffled and unkempt against her soft olive skin as she stared down at me with determination and coffee brown eyes.  “Are you close?” she whispered as she searched for signs of my eventual surrender.  I was, but I fought with every ounce of ache and tension I could muster to stay thick in her velvet kiss.  As I stared up at this magnificent creature riding my desire I forgot completely about the fact that she was not mine and never would be.  I ignored the broken trust and pangs of guilt that would eventually eat at me and I savored every bit of her naked flesh as it smacked and pressed against me. 

She could tell I was fighting my release and that drove her mad.  She wanted victory. She wanted me spent inside of her.  She wanted me to lose what little control I had left.  Quinn sat back on her knees burying me further in her depths and swirled her hips in such a way my restraint almost gave way.  I bit my lip and grunted while tensing, denying her efforts any reward and she laughed at my efforts. She laughed a wicked and lustful laugh that sent shivers down my spine, igniting my skin and my insides.

Friday Night Fever

Friday Night Fever

It was a humid Friday night on Mint Street.  My friends had all abandoned me around midnight for the comforts of their beds but I was nowhere near ready for the evening to end.  As I walked alone, my heels clicking along the cobblestone, passing ultra lounges, bars and the seedy dives that were squeezed into the shadows of yuppie heaven, I pondered the trouble I wanted to get into.  My journey was aimless.  I just knew I wanted something to make me forget yesterday; even if it was just for a short time.

None of the places I passed caught my eye enough to entice me to enter so I resigned myself to leaning against the building while having smoke. I fished through my purse searching out my half smushed box of Dunhills, shaking my head at my filthy habit.  Soon I was standing there sucking down destiny and death, staring at the lights on the bridge just a bit farther down the road.  Red, green, yellow, and then red again. It was a monotonous proceeding that reminded me of my own life.  I was desperate for something different.  I was tired of this god damned city and its daily doldrums.  I pushed myself away from the wall while tossing my cigarette to the ground and squashing it with my heel.  I was pretty sure any ladylike appeal I may have had in the clubs was now long gone.  I smiled at the notion in spite of it being negative.

Maybe I should just go home was running through my head as I headed in the direction of the trains.  That’s when he caught my eye.  He stood there, almost half lurking in the shadows, watching me.  I froze for a moment not quite sure what to think of him.  He stepped a bit into the yellow haze cast from the streetlight above me and my fear dissipated.  He was a bit on the nerdy side with cute potential, not any sort of threat to me.  He actually seemed a bit nervous.  “What was this kid up to?” I thought to myself.  He walked over to me and said hi while looking at the ground.  When I said hello back his head raised up offering me a chance to enjoy his steel grey eyes.  I smiled at him as I looked him over.  I guess that encouraged his next question.  “How much?” he asked.  I did not initially realize what he was asking so I am sure my look of confusion made him realize he needed to repeat his question.  “How much do you cost?”

Back Stage

Back Stage

(Part one)

First Impressions

Her ears were ringing, her head throbbed, and the world around her was pure chaos.  Andrea was in heaven.  She had had this day marked on her calendar nearly 3 months ago.  She was a rocker girl through and through and now she finally had the chance to see her all time favorite band live.  It didn't bother her that their music had slipped a bit from the main stream and that like her, they had aged ever so slightly.  She was still a spitfire with attitude and spunk and they still knew how to rock with the best of them.  She stood there gyrating and pumping her fists at the edge of the mosh pit.  She knew better than to get to deep into the crowd or else she might not make it out alive.  Part of her craved the danger and pure randomness of the pit while the sound blared out of the giant Marshall amps on stage; but she, at the age of 28, knew a bit more than the crazy reckless 16 year old girls being thrown about in there at that very moment.  She was just close enough to savor the best of both the rock and roll world and her fleeting youth.

As she danced away to one of her favorite songs she couldn't help but flash a huge knowing smile as a couple of guys ogled her.  She knew she was good looking and had every reason to be proud.  Being dressed in a short denim skirt and knee high cowboy boots didn't hurt much either.   Maybe the fact that she was wearing a mid rift t-shirt with the band’s name on it that barely managed to cover her breasts could have been another reason to cause them to stare also.  Couple that with a belly ring, and the obvious fact that she worked out and had some amazing abs, and this made her one hot chick.  Girls wanted to be her and guys just wanted her.

About halfway through the set she reached for her neck in a bit of a panic.  “Good, they are still there” Andrea thought to herself relaxing a as she clutched the lanyard around her neck.  A good friend of hers with connections had given her the ultimate hook up, back stage passes, and now they dangled around her neck bouncing madly as she moved about.  This was going to be the best night ever. Not only did she finally get to see her favorite band live but now she actually was getting the chance to meet them in person.  She smiled looking at her watch, only a few more minutes and she would be living out one of her dreams.  Little did she know she was about to experience more than just one of her many fantasies.

Forever Memories

"Forever Memories"

The Tanith Blinn Experience: Escaping Ordinary

“Do you think he will go for it?” Amber asked Tanith.  “I don’t know he’s your husband you tell me.” Tanith responded with a smile on her face.  “Well he is really into redheads and every time you come over he gets that look in his eye.” Amber paused a moment lost in thought.  “Yeah he will be totally into it.” She finally responded as she turned from looking at Tanith to once again staring at the front door.  They both knelt there naked, wet and waiting for it to open, hoping he would enjoy their surprise.  After a short while had passed, they began to shiver from the cold air that gently swept across their pale flesh; doubt began to surface in the girl’s minds.  He usually arrived home like clockwork and it seems today he was breaking his routine.  Amber turned once again to Tanith and was about to say that maybe he wasn’t coming when they heard the unmistakable sound of a key in the lock. The girls both smiled broad and wicked before turning, yet again, to face the door with want, lust and determination obvious in their faces.

Lloyd fiddled with his keys at the door.  While fishing them out of his pocket he had managed to drop a stack of papers he had brought home from the office to work on.  He paused with a sigh, first staring at the littered ground and then at the ceiling above him.  He spoke in a soft tone.  “This has got to be the worst birthday ever.  Why did I have to grow up and be responsible?”  Lloyd was answered by the silence of the hallway.  He shook his head and stuck his keys in the door but did not turn the lock.

Beth

Beth

It was one of those electric moments that burns its way through every part of your body.  When I saw her eyes from across the room I was lost.  She had that look that drove men wild and it was doing the very same thing to me.  I had never seen her before tonight and somehow I felt I would always long for her when she was gone.  Her long brown hair hung thick and enchanting across her shoulders and all I could think about was how good it would feel draped along my naked body.  I licked my lips trying to moisten my bone dry mouth.  My date continued her conversation unaware that I stood next to her awestruck by a goddess whose status she would never attain.

As we moved about the room she stared me down with heat in her eyes.  She sipped her drink and laughed, playing the obligated role of wife, date or god knows what.  She would glance my direction and tease me with a wanton smile that told me she knew I had fallen for her.  After an hour of this taunting dance she locked her eyes on mine and then motioned ever so subtly to a doorway at the end of the room.  I checked in with the conversation that surrounded me, one that I was never expected to be a part of, and excused myself to no one’s disappointment.  I easily navigated the room watching as the long haired brunette was accomplishing the same task.  Soon I trailed her wordlessly down a long corridor with no clue as to why or what end.

Jordan

Jordan

I didn't mind being Jordan’s spite fuck.  I knew that’s all I was for her.  It’s not every day the daughter of a Baptist preacher invites me into her bedroom.  The reason was hard to fathom or why me but who was I to argue. So needless to say I went easily and willingly.  The fact she asked me over on a Sunday was my first clue amongst many others.  This is why I wore loose clothes and kept my shoes near the bed.  As she peeled away her panties offering me a long look at her fruits she asked me to mouth her honey sweet syrup.  I could only smile at the delight she was lying before me and quickly obliged.

 

After about 45 minutes of my body and hers pressed against one another in so many various ways we both came back to earth when we heard noise down stairs.  I looked at the clock above the bed that and noted it said 11:30.  Right on time I thought to myself.  She said something about her dad being home feigning shock. Her acting was atrocious to be honest but as I said before I knew what I was getting into.  I stood and calmly began dressing.  As I did this we both smiled at one another.  I looked her over once more admiring her perfect brown skin and the white mess I had left all over it.  “I take it I should be using your window to leave huh?” I asked.  She purred a simple mhm and didn’t move. 

As footfalls grew louder I heard a voice call out for Jordan.   I lifted the window and began to slide out but was stopped for a moment by her calling out to me.  “At least go slow enough so he can see you.”  I laughed in spite of my situation and quietly waited.  She really was a cruel girl.  When her bedroom door opened I watched as her father came in.  Jordan simply said “Hi Daddy.” He took one look at her and then toward me.  Our eyes locked briefly and note he still had his white collar on as I slipped out the window.  I was gone in a flash.  Smiling as I rounded the corner at the end of block and headed for my car whispering as I ran “Damn you Jordan.”

Thomas Aiden

The Sin Series

Temptation has many names

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Leah

Leah

My heart was racing a million miles a minute as she glanced back at me with those icicle blue eyes and her super model blonde hair.  Our parents had only been gone a few hours and my greatest fantasies and fears where all coming true.  I shook my head no as she walked away from me allowing her towel to drop to the floor.  “You know you want me” she coaxed with her soft sexy voice.  I continued to shake my head but followed her further into my room.  She turned to face me and for a second there my heart stopped.  “But” I stammered fighting with my desire and my conscience.  “I can’t… you’re my sister.” I had barely managed to get that last part out before my tongue turned to lead and stopped moving.

“Really?” she laughed innocently? “That’s gonna be your excuse? That’s gonna be the reason you are gonna pass up what could be the best 6 days of your life?” She bent over to grab her towel as if she were satisfied with my refusal and ready to leave my room.  As she did this I watched the perfect peach curves on her ass tease me. Leah knew what she was doing.  She knew the effect she had over me since the first day she moved into the house. “Well not really I guess” I managed to find my voice again. 

I easily gave in to her advances and walked toward her causing her to flash that sexy as hell smile.  “Just because our parents our married to each other doesn’t mean we can’t have fun” whispered Leah as she reached for the waist band on my boxers.  When she did this she leaned in and kissed me long, soft and wet.  I loved the way her tongue danced in my mouth as I swallowed her and I wanted more.  Before I knew what was happening my underwear was on the floor and she had shoved me onto the bed. 

Leah slowly climbed on top of me and I relished every touch of her hot skin.  She paused above my length taking me in her hand and as she guided me into her warm wet moisture she said “Thank god were not really related, because if that were they case, I would really have to ask for forgiveness for my sins this Sunday at church. “  She gasped as I entered her and we both began enjoying what would be a long and adventurous week at home with only one another for company.

Thomas Aiden

The Sin Series

Temptation has many names

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Zoey

Zoey

My jaw dropped when she was done telling me her story.  “Are you fucking Serious?” I asked.  A smile spread across her face.  “Meet me up stairs and you will soon find out” she replied as she walked out of the café.  “It’s the second floor by the way, Room 236B.” I had to admit her offer intrigued me.  I sat finishing my coffee as I pondered our conversation.  What kind of woman was she? I thought as drained the last sips of my daily routine.

I soon found myself walking to the apartment complex across the street a bit excited.  I thought back to the weeks and weeks of my ogling her as she waited tables where I chose to escape before the doldrums of work beat me down each day.  Today it seemed I may be calling in late.  I was lost in her words.  I had heard of people having year long projects to inspire art, friendships or some sort of self betterment.  I imagined the people who took a photo a day for 365 days or something similar and posted them for the entire world to see and couldn’t help but wonder what she did as a sort of memento.

I climbed the stairs nearly three at time as my excitement and lust mounted.  When I finally stood in front of her door I hesitated before I knocked.  “Three hundred and sixty five men?” I whispered questioningly as I shook my head.  “Well thank god it’s not December or I would have a lot to live up to” I laughed as I said this out loud and knocked.

“It’s open.” came her voice form inside and when I stepped in I saw her poised and ready for her next notch.  She was gorgeous as she knelt there on her bed with her high waisted panties and heels, a body backlit to perfection.  She lived in one of those small 300 square foot efficiency apartments where the bed most likely doubled as the couch.  When I finally shut the door behind me I was only three or four feet away from her.   She rose and came toward me.  I was nervous but ready.  I had dreamed of the many things I wanted to do to this waitress over the last few months and now I was going to get my chance.  She deftly worked my buckle loosening my belt as she knelt before me.  I stared into her entrancing chocolate brown eyes and melted in her hands as she fished out my need.  She smiled up at me with perfect white teeth and perfect maroon lips.  As she grasped my length with one hand she held up my belt in the other showing it to me.  “I get to keep this” she said with a raspiness to her voice. “So that’s how she keeps track.”  I thought to myself as she swallowed me with her velvet mouth.

Thomas Aiden

The Sin Series

Temptation has many names

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Kelsey

Kelsey

Slowly she peels away her clothes. Eyes painted gold and lust on her lips she teases with each movement making me wonder what will vanish next.  Biting her lip after she whispers “I want you.”  She plays the perfect victim, waiting for me to feast on her desire. 

Seconds pass as our hearts race.  In moments she is pressed against the door, hands raised above her, my breath heavy on her neck. “Don’t move.” I command as I kneel in front of her.  Her legs spread as my tongue navigates her thighs nibbling my way up to her moistness.  Delicately I shift her panties to the side.  She moans softly as I flick her clit with my tongue, swallowing her passion.  She grinds into my hungry mouth knowing, wanting, expecting more.

As she shudders and small ripples of pleasure course over her I rise offering her my tongue so that she tastes herself.  Greedily she accepts it as I pin her tense arms above her head yet again.  Any moment now the door she is pressed against could open yet care and caution have been tossed to the wind.

Biting her neck I lower one hand to find my buckle.  Her breath catches when she realizes how far we are going.  It was tease and quick passion no longer.  She gasps as I ease into her, one slow inch at a time.  She involuntarily responds by lifting a leg, allowing my cock to enter her completely.  “We shouldn’t “  She whispers as her skirt hides the depth of our games.  “Don’t move your arms.” I whisper into her ear.  She does as she is told.

Kindred

I watch in my mind as you sit on your urban city balcony, which doubles as a fire escape, hastily devouring my words. Your stockings touch and kiss your skin just as I imagine I would. Your skirt has ridden high giving me a glimpse of your pale legs, causing me to wonder if I have made you wet. Your breasts peek through your open shirt as you press your head against the wall smiling, with your eyes closed. I hope it‘s because of me. I enjoy pretending that just maybe my fantasies are the same ones you want.

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365

Arch

I enjoy the smack of your hips against mine.  It feels as if time is slowing as my senses begin to fade into haze.  You have once again neared my peak and as you hungrily attempt to bring us closer to exhaustion I press into you, arching my back, tightening every muscle, milking every last second of this heavenly assault .  I coax yours and my wet heat with a purposeful moan of your name, knowing what it does to you.  You attempt to hold back, but it’s too late, we both unwillingly lose ourselves, surrendering to the inevitable.

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360

Slip

She froze with shock as her top slid down exposing her plump breast and pink protruding nipple.  Neither of us spoke as I my eyes danced back and forth from her face to her displayed arousal.  She apologized moving to adjust her blouse and I stopped her.  Taking a step forward I cupped her in my hand bowing my head and pressed my lips to her nipple.  I could hear her breath catch as I traced over her pert bud with my tongue and thumb.  Her “I don’t think” was cut off when I tugged the other one free.

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