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.

Willow

Willow

She giggled every stumbling step she made as I walked behind her carefully steadying her progress.  When we finally reached the bedroom she turned and paused, staring into my eyes.  “I love you baby.” she whispered.  “I know you do.” I responded quietly as a wide smile flashed across my face.  “And I love you.”  We were at the close of another of our popular wine a cheese parties and it seems my wife may have had just a bit too much red wine this time around. 

As we drew closer to our bed she nearly flew into it, launching herself the last few feet in the air and flopping with a muffled thud onto the comforter that lay on top.  She laughed uncontrollably and rolled over, once again staring at me seemingly lost in thought.  As I reached out and began removing her black lace high heels her laughter quieted and the smile on her face faded.  “You are so good to me.” She slurred a bit as she said this.  “You are worth every ounce of my time sweetie.” I replied as my heart fluttered. 

I could not believe how lucky I was to be married to this simply radiant and somewhat drunk women that lay before me.  Her blue eyes glinted with the glaze of intoxication and she was yet again smiling.  “Will you help me?” she purred.  “I am.” I said.  “Will you help me out of my dress?”  She said as she squirmed to the edge of the bed and stood up.  I licked my lips at the sight of her.  She had turned with her back toward me and motioned to the zipper at the top of her gorgeous form fitting black dress.  I reached out and moved her long raven hair to the side so that it would not get in the way and I slowly slid the zipper along the curve of her back allowing my eyes to enjoy every bit of her as I did this.

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.

Sondra

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Faith

Faith

The irony of her explicit religious beliefs and her name was not lost on me as she stood there taunting me with her untouched sex. I wondered to myself how someone so innocent could be wearing that barely there string and lace seduction beneath her plain vanilla clothes. She was pure as the driven snow and just as pale with steel grey eyes and a soft pink unsure smile, standing there biting her lower lip, waiting for me to give her reason. As she struggled with a moment of fog I fed her feelings of anger and spite. Who was I to sway her from her current desires? “I’ve never done this before” she spoke quietly as doubt and her morals crept slowly back inside of her head. Anyone who knew me understood I was not about to let this beauty go to waste on reality checks and good senses.

 I stoked her anger by mentioning his name and why she was a grown woman who did not have to wait for anyone, especially him. It was a wicked move for me to make but it was also the checkmate I had wanted. The doubt in her eyes vanished only to be replaced by fire and determination. She quickly closed the last steps between us with need. As her body collided with mine and her hot flesh pressed against me, electricity tingled down my every pore and I smiled into her sweet fragrant hair knowing I had triumphed where he had failed. “One man’s mistake is another’s advantage.” I thought to myself smiling quietly. “Sometimes you just gotta have faith.” When I unhooked her bra and allowed her breast to come tumbling out she gasped and purred and I knew at that moment she was mine and would not be turning back.

Thomas Aiden

The Sin Series

Temptation has many names

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Sophia

Sophia

She stared around the corner for what seemed like forever and when she was finally satisfied he was gone she looked back at me, nervous but ready.  “Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked her.  She smiled without answering and extended her hand out to me.  I took it and she led me around the corner into the building.  I was nervous myself.  What if he came back?  What if someone recognized us?  What would our friends say? What if… my thoughts were cut off when she turned and pressed into me kissing me with determination.  It was as if she knew my wheels were spinning and she intended to put a stop to them. 

I inhaled deeply enjoying her sweet sun kissed hair as she explored my mouth with her tongue.  We were waiting for the elevator and when it dinged and opened another couple stood there ready to exit.  We knew neither of them and each breathed a sigh of relief as we stepped aside allowing them to pass.  We stood silently waiting for the doors to close.  As each floor passed with and audible sound my heart beat thumped faster and faster.  I probably would have never left the elevator when it stopped on her floor had it not been for her holding my hand and pulling me along.

Soon I stood there at the door watching her fumble with the key in the lock. I had been here a million times before but not for what was about to happen next.  She turned and smiled at me again still not saying a word.  Eventually I followed her into the room and when the door shut behind us we fell upon each other like hungry beasts.  Our fears and sense of sin vanished as we were consumed by the moment and one another.

Thomas Aiden

The Sin Series

Temptation has many names

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Brynn

Brynn

She whispered something about not waking the baby when I lost myself and grunted a bit too loudly.  We were both lying on the bed while she rode me quiet and rhythmically.  The only other sound was the occasional smack of our skin slapping against one another breaking the silence.  When her phone rang she bent across me reaching for it on her bed side table, her breasts pressing against me sweaty and sweet.  I was so close to cumming and she knew it.  She smiled and kissed me with her soft perfect lips.  We had been at this for nearly an hour now with her taking me to the brink and back now four different times.  She looked down at the phone as it continued to vibrate and smiled devilishly.  She then brought her fingers to her lips in a shushing motion and whispered it’s my husband.

My nerves ramped up into frenzy and it seems she was enjoying it.  She picked up her pace as she answered the phone and said hello without missing a beat.  “Hey babe how’s work?” she asked as she continued to fuck me, increasing her speed even more.  She ground her body harder into me forcing my cock deeper inside of her as she continued her conversation.  I fought with all my strength and focus not to lose myself inside her and she seemed to be fighting for just the opposite.  She spoke about dinner plans and bills as she slowed her pace and tightened her cunt walls trying to milk me.  I grunted and swallowed in fear.  “What’s that?  Yeah the TV is on” she said smiling brightly as she locked her eyes on mine.

Celine

Celine

I stood in disbelief, lust crawling across my skin with electric charges of want and temptation.  I could not turn away from those chocolate almond eyes and her whispers of sin.  She toyed with her delicate mouth and satin lips, occasionally smiling as my eyes traced the curves of her flesh while she lay in wait, an offering upon my bed.  I swallowed searching for the courage to tell her I loved my wife but that drowning thought ceased its fight the moment she told me no one would ever know.  I gave into the burning desire and walked toward her loosening my tie.  She rose to her knees to greet me with her touch and as we collided her laughter paused, for just a moment, while she leaned in to my neck; her hot wet lips hovering slightly over my ear.  How much time do we have she whispered.  I never answered because at that moment I really didn’t fucking care.

Thomas Aiden

The Sin Series

Temptation has many names

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Glass Cages

"Glass Cages"

We always pretended

Never noticing

But knowing

Each day

We lingered longer at our windows

In all stages of dress

Feigning interest in the world outside

But we knew why we were there

Like clockwork

Her husband’s car started

Fading into the distance

And our dance would begin

Naked

Her

Hungry

Me

Neither surrendering to truth

Admiring form the corners of our eyes

We displayed our want

And swallowed our sins

Morning slipped into noon sometimes

And still we leered

Days, weeks and months

Safe behind our windows we teased

With a few feet separating our desire

Glass framing our assets

Resistance cracking

So close to shattering

The perfect distance

Was destroyed the instant

Our gaze actually met

Locking in on one another

Silence fell

Our breaths held

We knew the foreplay was over

No longer would it be window games

My heart skipped as she mouthed the words

Come over

By

Thomas Aiden

Shadows

My love for her is a sin and knowing this I still want to taste the fire on her lips.  I want to tease her until she can only think of me being inside of her.  She mirrors my desires, thrusting her hips against me, calling me the devil as she laughs.  We both know love isn't fair and so we ignore the world around us.  We enjoy the sins of flesh and hide our dark secrets with wicked smiles and day jobs.   And when the chance beckons we press against each other in the shadows feeding our needs.

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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.

Higher Learning (Part 3)

Higher Learning

A Lucy Winthrop Adventure

Part Three

(The Learning Curve)

The first parts of this story can be found below 

(Higher Learning: Part One, Higher Learning Part Two)

Wednesday morning for Dr. Stevens started out just like every other morning. A quick jump in the shower, a lukewarm cup of coffee, a quick kiss for his wife goodbye and of course the standard NPR talk radio on the way to work. He was comfortable with his job, his wife and his life in general but he was tiring of the monotony. A change of pace would definitely do him some good. He was coming close to tenure at the university but was contemplating a move to another less popular collegiate establishment. The students in his current classes had become too predictable and dull. None of them seemed to have that zest or fire that he did when he was a student. Music was his passion. It was why he taught. He wanted to share that passion with others who thought like him but instead he dealt with students that took his courses because that’s what they were supposed to do. That was the track their parents or counselors put them on. Aside from a few gifted and talented students he tried to inspire, the rest were just simple animated Ken and Barbie dolls. Dr. Stevens shook his head in disgust as he walked into the lecture hall and down to his desk. He was there as usual 45 minutes to an hour early. Just in case someone needed him, but it had been a while since any student sought out his help. He didn't even bother turning on the lights. There were just the emergency ones on over by the door and above his desk. He thought to himself that would suffice for now as he flipped open his laptop and began browsing the local current events on Reuters.


Moments later Luce paced nervously outside of the lecture hall. Back and forth, back and forth she went trying to convince herself to go inside. She had spent all day yesterday, with the help of her roommate Tanith, in preparing for this moment and now she was unsure. She was extremely early for class but that had been the plan all along at least according to what Tanith had said. No other students were around and they wouldn't be for at least another half hour. “Oh come on now” Luce muttered to herself trying to sum up the courage to go in. “This is every man’s dream come true” she then laughed to herself realizing how cheesy she sounded. “It’s now or never” she said and with that she opened the door to the lecture hall and went inside.

Samantha

“I know you want me” she cooed as I stood there in shock, knowing she was right.  “Take me” she whispered, her hunger taunting me.  “Do whatever you heart desires” these words swept over me like honey.  My sense of chivalry faded with every inch closer she managed.  She anticipated my will breaking and smiled wide when I sat on the bed next to her; my hands lost with nothing but sin to occupy them.  Entranced by the sweet syrup of her tease, the second she touches me, I easily surrender to the beast within, uncaring of tomorrow’s regrets.

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Tramp

She walked into the room

Teasing me with sway

A night gown that barely hid her sex

She was supposed to be here hours ago

I would have been mad

But she broke me

Just as the day did my window

I knew she was with another

And didn’t care

I was lost

The second she appeared

Wearing a guilty smile

She knew she was forgiven

Say goodbye to yesterday

She whispered
Turning Ben Harper up

Just loud enough to drown

Our eventual moans

Thomas Aiden

Sister-in-law

Every time I close my eyes I see her. I see her in my bedroom mirror bent over, as I thrust hard into her.  I see her cursing for me to fuck her harder and I see me doing just as she begged.  It happened fast.  I’m only left with her naked each time my eyes shut.  I wasn't even dry form my shower and there she was, sexy, bare and hungry.  She said something about so little time as she grabbed my cock and I didn't think twice.  After she left, my wife arrived home from the store.

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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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Jenna

No longer innocent she waits for me to respond.  I am intoxicated by her hungry stare sultry words.  She quietly tells me how she wants to feel me inside of her and I instantly give in to temptation.  My hands wonder across her thick curves searching for a way in.  I am out of control, nearly bursting, as she swallows me into her silken heat.  She shudders as I watch pleasure cross her face.  She is no longer quiet and sends me over the edge bucking against her.  Exhausted she whispers not to worry no one will ever know. 

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Risk Assessment

The fear of the zipper on my faded blue jeans catching my flesh vanished the very second she pulled her pants down and offered herself to me.  Our breaths held as I laid my hand against her thigh for support while guiding myself past her lace and into her hot silken need.  As I began to thrust into her she moaned approval and asked me for more.  Our flirted coworker infatuation had ended up with us both in dark room just past days end trying to sate our hunger before we went home to our boring significant others.

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Red

She knows I can’t think straight and still she is there naked before me.  I am the one saying we can’t as I swirl my fingers across her protruding pink nipples.  She moans with a half open smile watching for my reaction.  My mouth is on her in seconds swallowing her offering.  As I do this she frees my buckle and reveals my lie.  Soon her strong milk white legs are wrapped around me as I explore her moistness over and over.  She quietly laughs at her victory then clenches my betrayer with skill as I explode inside her.

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Return

I lay there covered in sweat, his and mine, allowing the cool breeze to ease the dwindling heat on my body.  I smoked, attempting to calm my nerves, replaying the last hour in my head.  I saw him naked, inside of me, and found need pooling between my legs yet again.  Mere moments ago I wanted him gone and damned him for being my weakness and now I just wanted him again.  He had a pull on me I vowed never to allow.  When I heard a knock at the door and his voice, I knew he knew it.

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