Tethered

Tethered

I lay upon his sheets like a present waiting to be unwrapped. He was just now putting the binds on me, his wiling victim. Sometimes it was rope, others, my own panties or silk scarfs, today it was ribbon. The kind you only see at weddings or Christmas. He knew what he was doing, monopolizing my senses, careful as he pulled the soft feathery material across my wrists, all the while kissing and biting gently on my skin. I was obedient, not moving as requested. The torture was sublime. I hungrily waited for the moment he would take me.

Lessons

Lessons

They lay intertwined spent from a seductive affair.  The lessons of his pleasure taught by a practiced lover to their new friend and delicious toy.  She wanted to please her sir and who better to show her how than his woman.  They shared the taste of his release that lingered on their tongues in a kiss while the sweat on their bodies began to cool as a fan spun slowly above.  They stared at one another, wondering if they had energy for more, knowing he wouldn’t mind just lying there, watching them with a content smile on his face.

Smoke Break

Smoke Break

(A Tabitha Tale)

The door swung open and I enjoyed the fresh air and sunshine I was denied in my office, otherwise known as a cubicle.  It was the one time of day where it was just me and my thoughts.  There was no incessant drone of voices, all trying to make the next best deal, it was peaceful.  It was silence and nature on an abandoned rooftop. They tried to make it nice by having a few trees and now neglected potted plants.  I truly appreciated the effort.  It was probably the only thing I had appreciated about working at this company.  I always picked this time of day because I knew no one else would be here.  1:15 was perfect.  Everyone was scampering back to their squeaky chairs to catch up on what they missed, or they had already been there working through their stomach growls, in hopes of escaping the hell they called work, an hour earlier than the rest of the suit and tie rats they pretended to like.

Today was no different than any other.  I fished out a pack of Dunhill Blues from my pocket, ready to enjoy my tobacco escape and a little me time.  Yes, I smoke the yuppie stuff.  It wasn’t so much for the flavor but for the art.  I felt it separated me from the chain smoking Marlboro huffing beasts that I wanted no part of.  I guess it was me saying I am better than you.  I am refined.  I am cultured and have great taste.  The reality was I just enjoyed being odd and different.  Let the rest assume whatever they wanted I did not care.

I lit the first of what would be roughly three cigarettes, inhaling deeply my release.   I thought to myself this could not get any better.  At least not until after 5 o’clock.  I was not burning my soul in these wrapped papers but rather my disgust for the drone of 9 to 5.  The nicotine rush did just enough to keep me sane or my smart mouth shut.  I turned and flopped into one the plastic chairs provided for us and leaned my head back staring into the cloudless sky.  It was then I heard the creak of the door and felt my momentary paradise begin to crack.  I did not want to have some hollow conversation with a nobody who had dared interrupt my sacred and personal time and space.  The words “How dare they!” flashed in my head but fake calm spread across my face as I took a deep drag and lowered my head from my sky view to see who my new nemesis of peace was. 

Tabitha stood at the door.  She smiled at me and before I could say a word she held her fingers to her lips in a shushing motion.  I shook my head without a sound.  She knew this was my quiet time.  My escape from Craig and his loud phone barking in the cubical next to me.  She knew I came here to relax and just find some peace of mind.  Why would she dare to ruin that for me?  She walked toward me and I could not help think as to how she was always so well dressed.  She walked that blurred line of professional woman and every man’s fantasy work place sex experience so very well.  She was good at just touching the edges of naughty but not enough for anyone to really call her out on it.  Today it was a pencil skirt and bright white three quarter length sleeve blouse.  The outfit that every Hollywood producer throws into the movies to make men leer just a bit more at the screen.  She topped it all off with those sexy black rimmed glasses of hers that she chose to wear every now and then.  Only I knew she did not have a need for them.  Her eyes were 20/20.  She wore them when she pleased for who she pleased.

Priscilla’s Lash

Priscilla's Lash

Her desire is fierce

She craves the leather

Hungering for the sting

While enjoying the soft caress

just before the silence is broken

By the bite of her deviant pleasure

The one that pinks and makes her smile

She is languid and pale

Staring back at her need

Which rests in another’s hands

Wanting it to burn just a little more

She cannot hide her moistening desire

That flows from between her thighs

She willingly gives submission for satisfaction

And so she whispers two simple words

Again

and

Please

9 February 2018

Thomas Aiden

Miranda

Miranda

Tabitha refilled their glasses with a burgundy red wine and returned to the couch. By the time the 4th bottle of wine was empty, they were all obviously feeling buzzed, more than likely drunk, and highly sexual. Miranda and Tabitha had both removed their shoes and were eyeing each other playfully as Aiden looked on with an uncontainable smile on his face.  Aiden excused himself to the bathroom and Tabitha offered to open another bottle while he was gone. "Oh, no thank you." Miranda replied.  “If I have anymore there is no way I am going to be able to give you the show you want my dear.” "Ok, well I will take our glasses and put them in the kitchen," Tabitha said as she stood on weak legs.  She was indeed a sight to behold as she walked away.  Miranda could not help but to admire her sexy round ass and how it looked and swayed in the red jeans she wore as she left the room.

As Tabitha walked back into the living room something animal in her was already screaming to get out. She was ready for the better part of the night to begin and she could tell so was Miranda. She walked up behind Miranda on the couch and slid her arms over her shoulders and down over her stomach, enjoying the sheer material of the blouse she had worn. Miranda opened her mouth just a bit and moaned at Tabitha’s sudden and unexpected touch, she leaned her head to one side allowing Tabitha access to kiss her softly on the neck and behind her ear.  Tabitha then pulled back and smiled staring into those wonderfully bright eyes.  “If I did not have another reason for you to be here tonight, you do realize, I would take you right here right now and keep you to myself.” She whispered as she made a show of looking Miranda up and down her incredibly sexy body.  “Mmmm. Yes indeed.  Perhaps another day though?” Miranda turned and looked deeply into Tabitha’s golden brown eyes as she posed the question.  Tabitha smiled and her eye’s smoldered.  “Another day for sure you sexy beast.  But for now I will be more than happy to watch you fuck my man.”  They both laughed and Miranda simply stated. “Your wish is my command”. Tabitha slowly stood up straight and slid her hands up Miranda’s chest and over her shoulders, and ran her fingernails through her hair. Miranda moaned again as Tabitha massaged her scalp with her fingers. "Let's you and I surprise Aiden," Tabitha whispered.  "Yes lets," Miranda sighed sexily.

Jennifer

Jennifer

He sat there on the couch, wide eyed and with a smile that stretched further than route 66 across America.  At one point he tossed his head back and moaned, not caring that the midday sun, shining bright and yellow, could have possibly blinded him for life.  He was experiencing bliss in the most of unexpected of ways.  There before him, happily upon her knees, was a crystal blue eyed vixen gifted just to him, just for his pleasure. 

Just a few hours ago, his girlfriend Tabitha was apologizing to him on the phone for not being around the last few days.  Work had taken her from him but he understood life was real and that things were not always easy. They both acknowledged their want and longing for one another, but he knew they could survive a few days without one another’s carnal touch.  “It’s ok babe. I understand.  We have all the time in the world to ravish one another this weekend or sometime next week.” He had told her this in a joking manner when they spoke even though he had dreaded the reality of that. Still Tabitha pressed on over the phone and swore she would make it up to him. 

What she meant by make it up to him was soon brought to life with a knock on the front door.  After he told her about the knock at the door Tabitha simply said, “Good, have fun for me babe.” And then hung up the phone before he could respond or ask any questions.  “That was odd.” He thought to himself as he headed to the front of the house to see who was knocking at this time of the day.  “So much for working from home in peace”, he thought to himself.  He walked to the door, opened it, and was surprised to find one of Tabitha’s good friends standing there, rather than the postman or the someone he expected to be there trying to sell him something.   She was smiling big with her perfect pearly white toothed grin, one that most men were drawn to instantaneously, wearing a cute flowered yellow sundress that came really high up on her thigh. For a short moment he lost his train of thought and just sort of marveled at the beauty who stood before him.  

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.

Dakota

Dakota

She stared at me with her roasted coffee dark eyes, while I sat there trembling, recovering from the revelation of my crumbled world.   She knew not to dirty the silence with useless words.  The shadows danced around us colored in shades of soft grey and fluffy white as I watched her watching me.  My pain slowly slipped away, as we sat there so close to one another in that early morning lit room.  She was the escape from a broken heart I so desperately needed, but yet, as often as she soothed my ache, it was never carnal.  She lent a perfect ear and it didn’t hurt that she was so fucking beautiful. 

Often I found myself craving those full luscious lips of hers.  They just begged for my bite and still, I truly loved another.  She was just a far-fetched fantasy.  It wasn’t until today that I realized, during the many times she listened to my world of love, lust and despair, that held no room for her, she was patiently waiting.  She refused to be a whim.  She refused to be an escape.  She refused to not be the total focus.

Lucy

Lucy

I paused, having just tossed back the soft white cotton sheets that covered her nakedness.  Her shadowed curves and smooth skin stole my need for sleep in that short moment, and I did not care.  She was innocence and taunting pale flesh, waiting patiently as I stood there hungry, searching for my breath.  I shook my head and smiled. I never tired of her want to be touched or the slight taste of honey on her tongue and lips.  She is my desire, occasionally reminding me of this when I get lost in the trivial aspects of the day to day grind of life away from her. 

She always waits for me, not allowing night to darken her world and play dreams for her like silver screen movies until I have arrived safely home.  Those imaginings and indulgences are meant for after we kiss one another goodnight.  Sometimes, those kisses linger and lead to our flesh pressed warm and sweaty against one another.  Tonight would be one of those sensual and gratifying hellos. 

She stared at me with her swimming brown eyes and half smile as I reached for the light on the night stand and she shook her head no.  She knew we would not be sleeping anytime soon by the way I had been hesitant and so she whispered with the devil in her eye, “Leave the light on sweetie. I want to see you.”  My hand fell to my side and I enjoyed her nakedness without my touch one last time. I then slipped into the bed, placing all of my body against her, and swallowed her eager tongue enjoying the thrust of her hips against me as we became lost in one another’s touch, not caring how little sleep I would actually get before sunrise.

Thomas Aiden

Are you a woman of Blinn Street?

One of my many infatuations with women and writing about them is their very names.  A name in itself can be sexy and alluring.  A woman’s name often sparks an imagined fantasy that runs wild in my head.  My pen chases their desires and makes them my own.  So have I written about you? 

Is your name somewhere here on Blinn Street?  Have I made you do something naughty or captured your heated passion?  The only way to find out is to look for it.  Feel free to use the search button on my blog or check the links down below. 

I am sure your name and story, no matter how naughty and naked you end up being, will end up here on Blinn Street one day, but if for some odd reason I have yet to use you in some hot and sexy way, and you feel left out, please feel free to suggest a name. Maybe it’s your very own sexy name or a name of someone you know or want to be.  We all have secret fantasies and pseudonyms if we want to admit it or not. 

Give me time and soon I am sure take you out of your world and place you within mine where you shall do things you may never have imagined possible.

Currently updated as of 13 June 2014

Abbey

Beth

Bree

Brooke

Brynn

Carly

Carolyn

Cassidy

Monica

Monica

His calloused hand felt thick and perfect on her skin as it traced the curve of her exposed flesh.  She moistened at the hidden thought of him raising it up and quickly bringing it back down upon her ass with a solid thundering smack.  This was not the occasion for it though, soon enough maybe, but not today.  She intended to wind him up just enough and then leave him wanting.  She could not give into her need and allow her boss everything right away.  No he had to earn his soft touches and eventual satisfaction.  Today a bit of fondling her ass and a kiss, tomorrow maybe one hell of a blow job but in this tit for tat world it was all about moderation.  She had a lot to take from him and she intended on doing just that. 

Once his focus left her languid white thighs and found her summer sky blue eyes staring him down, she smiled lustily over her red painted lips and stood unflinching before him.  She waited as he debated his next move.  A few moments passed and when he had made up his mind to take her then, at that very moment, willing to disregard his surroundings, she leaned in and kissed him softly and then said “I have to go”.  With that she smoothed her skirt back down into place and headed for the door knowing full well the hungry beast she was leaving behind.  Before she left though, she turned and allowed him to drink her in once more.  “So I will see you tomorrow?” she asked.  Unable to respond he just nodded his head yes.  She smiled yet again, knowing he was hers to do with as she pleased, and then she turned and left the office, shutting the door softly behind her.

Thomas Aiden

The Sin Series

Temptation has many names

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Photo Title: Unknown

Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: Unknown

Location of Work:  Unknown

Crystal

Crystal

She looked back over her shoulder, checking once more that no one was watching as she quickly climbed into my car.  “Where are we going?” she asked a bit nervous.  “I know a place.” I said, reaching out and running my hand down her leg.  She smiled lighting up her baby blue eyes and I knew instantly she was mine.  Soon we were driving down a bumpy gravel road lined with thick green trees and dark grey shadows.  I watched her eyes dart back and forth studying our surroundings as my fingers found their way into her panties and then in to her wet heat.  Her mouth opened as she gasped and pressed against my touch.  “Are we almost there?” she asked hungrily.  “Almost” I replied as I gently circled her clit while navigating the rough road.  The bumps were surely helping me out.

Soon I pulled into a heavily shaded gap in the trees and the second I put the car into park she was on top of me.  She had thrown the seatbelt off so fast that it smacked against the window nearly shattering it.  I sat pinned to my chair as she used the steering wheel pressed against her back as leverage to grind into me hard and cruelly.  “Fuck me now!” she begged between tasty sweeps of her tongue against mine.  I did not think it was possible for me to get any harder than I already was but the press of her lips on mine and the way her blonde hair fell in her face whenever she came up for air and eyed at me did just that.

Frustration, Self Destruction, Free Speech & Silver Linings

I recently went through a bit of hell with the masters of Google.  Some of it there fault and lot of it my fault.  After a sabbatical from my projects I returned with a vengeance and was struck down by Google and my own anger fairly quickly.  I had the typical we froze your blog due to a violation of blah blah blah and I all I saw was red.  What about my free speech?  So I reacted quickly creating a new persona and transferring my hard work over to that new persona.  It was an overreaction on my part.  If I would have let the red fade to grey and then sunlight I would have seen I did not have to go to those lengths.  In doing so and of my own stupidity I lost almost all of my photos on my blog.  My photos were important because they were half of my work. My writings were inspired or emphasized by them and now they were gone.  All of them were linked by Picasa to my old account which I angrily deleted and poof…nothing.

So after a 4 long months and with the poking and prodding of friends I have decided to return.  Taking the silver lining from the fact that most of my writings in word format were embedded with the photos I have began the monotonous project of extracting each and every one of them and adding them back to their original posts.  It will be a slow and painstaking project but at least it’s there and my frustration has passed.  I could go off on how it was my right to free speech to begin with but that serves nothing.  Moderators will not change and what’s done is done.  So here I am a bit smarter, a bit more patient and intent on returning to one of my pride and joys and that is writing erotica.

It will be a slow start. I plan to replace at least 12 pictures a day. It will take me about a month or more to return what the blog once held.  I will write now and then, continuing my Sin series. Overall I may have lost about ten percent of my work but at least the bulk is still here and I am ready to be whole and happy once again. Some of you may think it silly but it meant a lot to me and was hard to overcome.  Yes they are other peoples photos but for me it was a part of my work.  No matter though as I now plan to once again wet and harder the thoughts of those willing to read my scribble.

See you all tomorrow and the day after that and so on.

Thomas Aiden

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.

Emma

Emma

She waits with wicked in her doe brown eyes as she taunts me with her soft crimson stained smile. The cotton of her barely there pink top struggles and strains to contain the breasts I so badly want to slide my tongue and kisses over. She knows her sun drenched honey skin and smooth golden caramel thighs beckon my need, and still, she plays coy. Teasing me and my desire with captured clicks of her natural beauty frozen in time.

She is a practiced woman, setting her traps, easily ensnaring my want for her. Although her game is played from afar I am willing to allow her to act as my provocateur. My burden is upon me. I play the willing fool just for the few glimpses of this alluring vixen. I betray my morals and sanity as I sit here pounding my fingers against the keyboard, pondering what she smells like and how she tastes. Is she fiery and cinnamon or soft and vanilla? What would my name sound like as it ran from her tongue and whispered softly across her lips?

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.

Photo Title: Unknown

Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: Unknown

Location of Work:  Unknown

365

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. 

Photo Title: Unknown

Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: Unknown

Location of Work:  Unknown

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Neighbor

He was sweaty; you imagined the calluses that could be felt on his rough hands when he touched you. As he pulled his shirt off and wiped his dripping face, he looked up in your direction smiling. Quickly, you shut the white curtains on the small round window and sunk to the floor, embarrassed.  The feeling was so electric.  Only a few months had passed since he moved in next door. You knew it was wrong, both of you being married, yet the overwhelming feelings of desire took over.  What harm could inviting him in for a drink be?

Photo Title: Wild Horses

Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: Kedra Lynn

Location of Work:  deviantArt

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Higher Learning (Part 2)

Higher Learning

A Lucy Winthrop Adventure

Part Two

(Decision)

The first part of this story can be found here (Higher Learning: Part One)

“My, my, my what do we have here?” Tanith asked startling Lucy awake.  At some point during the blissful exchange with her vibrator Lucy had fallen asleep or passed out from sheer delight.  Now she was scrambling to find something, anything to cover her naked thighs and pleasure spot.  Tanith just laughed as she stared at Lucy lying there with a giant stuffed teddy bear between her milky white thighs.  Tanith was Lucy’s outlandish freak of a roommate; a very open minded willing to try anything twice kind of girl.  So it came as no surprise to Lucy, when instead of walking away or turning around, Tanith sat right down on the edge of the bed while picking up and eyeing Lucy’s well used vibrator.  “Oh my god I’m gonna die” Lucy thought to herself.  “You know this is every frat boy’s wet dream” Tanith said as she poked Lucy with the vibrator smiling.   “Two extremely hot girls on one bed, half naked, holding a vibrator and …uhm one of them with a teddy bear between their legs.” She began to laugh uncontrollably.  By now Lucy had regained some of her composure; her dignity was out of the question at this point.  “Give me that she said reaching for the bullet.”  Tanith held it just out of reach knowing Lucy wouldn't risk exposing herself further.  “Luce, you really need to get a boyfriend” she said.  “I mean these are you glory days it being college and all!”, still making sure to keep the vibrator out of reach a wicked and knowing smile crept over Tanith’s face.