Lust Empire

Lust Empire

She was a delicate rose filled with the power of a goddess.  One breath and you were captured by her sweet smell of seduction.  He was hopelessly and willingly lost, hooked on her like a drug.  His days were never wasted when spent with this sexy secret he could never reveal.  Questions on morality fled the moment she locked those beautiful eyes on him laughing with spice.  Her sweet kisses made him a willing pawn, just as she had done so with many men before him, and certain to be, many men after. He is hers forever, completely.

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Long Way Home

Long Way Home

I could taste her release on my wife’s lips and my heart raced uncontrollably. She had told me to take the long way home and I knew something was up, but I would have never guessed it to be anything like this. I walked into the room with a full view of her friend, naked, and apparently waiting for me to join in on the fun. She stood and walked toward us, allowing my eyes to take in her beautiful body.  The trance I was in only broke when I realized my wife was unzipping my pants.

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Office Wife

Office Wife

He leaned in close, reaching for a coffee mug.  I could smell his cologne and it drove me wild.  He said good morning with a devilish smile and that baritone voice that shook my body.  Half an hour ago I had kissed my husband goodbye and now I melted for this man’s hello. I walked away from him with an intentional hip sway, knowing his eyes were glued to my red dress curves. I locked the door and turned around.  “No one will be in till 9 today.” He smiled and put his cup down reaching for me.

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Always Wanton

Always Wanton

He whispered into my ear, instantly moistening me.  “You will say thank you after each time.  Do you understand?”  I bit my lip and remembered the yes sir part of this game before I responded.  I so loved the burn of his presence on my skin and how his touch made me moan.  Not just any man could pink my flesh and I enjoy it, but him, he could do it for hours and I was in heaven.  And to think, I used to be innocent until we came together, wiling to play such deliciously naughty games together.

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Flesh Sorority

Flesh Sorority

A taste of heaven spilled from her onto my tongue and I hungered for more.  It was like making love to a mirror, only the reflection was a naughtier version of me.  She knew just the right places to bite and lick.  Her touch was a mixture of feather and fire, artfully searching out my gasps and moans.  In 5 minutes she managed to do in bed with me more than most men in my life had ever accomplished.  She said we were forever bound as sisters in lust, and I easily agreed, once I caught my breath.

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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.”

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Quickie

Quickie

I’m in love with a girl I know not to love.  I’m a secret she can never reveal.  In the beginning she made promises neither of us expected her to keep.  Now my imagination is anchored in the false hope of those silly little whispers.  Her pale soft skin against my lips. The way her eyes burn digging into my soul, as I thrust into her. The smile that crosses her lips when I walk into a room that she and her husband are in.  All this makes me want more than just a few moments of her day.

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Pagan

Pagan

She loved playing with names and men.  By day she was simple and demur, but when the sun went down, she was a vixen with an appetite for the unspeakable.  This wasn’t the first time I chose to be her toy, nor would it be the last.  Once, we used a red velvet rope, another time we ended up pressed against a glass window seven stories up for all the world to see, and even more salacious, was the time in the park on 4^th street in broad daylight.  I’ll never look at that park bench the same again. 

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Lust Always Rings Twice

Lust Always Rings Twice

The bell did not seem to work so I knocked harder.  I was running behind and frustrated.  I was half tempted to just toss the package into the bush and then the door creaked open.  I had barely looked up, intending to get out of there as quick as possible, but that changed with one single glance. She stood there on red heels with her sheer night gown open, smiling at me.  I swallowed hard.  She spoke soft and honey filled.  “I think this delivery may take you a while.  Do you want to come in?”

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Wife and Harlot

Wife and Harlot

It was hard to tell where the silk of her dress ended and her soft skin began.  My eyes traveled her curves as if they were my fingers and she smiled knowing full well what I was doing.  I imagined her red lips pressed against mine before it actually happened.  I felt her tightness grinding into me before my zipper was ever down.  These moments here, in silence, where neither of us had taken a breath, these were the moments she lived for.  Her appetite was more than he could handle and that’s why I was here for her now.

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Anything Goes

Anything Goes

Enticing and perfect words spilled from her lips like whispered honey as she stood before me bathed in the soft yellow lamp light. She spoke my name with just enough want and heat when I introduced myself. I was spellbound by her natural beauty and raven hair. Yes, she was topless before me now, but I was drawn to her the moment I saw her, fully clothed, as she crossed a crowded room earlier. I remember looking toward my husband and seeing his smile. He simply mouthed “Go get her”, winked, and turned back to the conversation he was having.

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Man Hungry

Man Hungry

“I’m happy to give you anything you want, just not here.” He said, standing before her. She smiled, slowly kneeling before him. “There’s only one thing of yours I want and I want it right now.” She said while working his zipper. He stumbled backwards searching for escape. “There’s people here at the party, someone can walk in at any moment.” He murmured. She laughed, crawling toward him, her white dress falling at the shoulders. “Let them watch” she whispered. With his back against the wall, he submitted. She finally found what she wanted, swallowing him into her hungry mouth.

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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.  

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.

Pink

Pink

I saw stars

And I smiled

Fighting back my tears

Of joy

I lay bent

Across his knee

Wet

With anticipation

As he prepared

My blistering reward

All day long

I had waited for this moment

I ached with the knowledge

That this would happen

He held in his hand

My paddle

The one I bought

For this very moment

And I laughed a bit wickedly

The first smack

Was the best

As he pinked my pale back side

I squealed with delight

And devoured the sensation

Of heat on my skin

Yesterday

I would have never agreed to this

Today I could only think about

All the tomorrows I wanted this

To occur again and again

When he was done

And the numbness set in

I stood

Staring into his eyes

And I realized

I was his to do with

Whatever he wanted

And I was ok with that

Thomas Aiden

Dreams

Dreams

I was dreaming.  I found myself floating, bathed in bright light and mist, and my skin was on fire.  Not a bad fire, but rather the kind you want more and more of.  I saw her fade in and out of the fog, oh so many different beautiful versions of her.  Every memory I had captured of this radiant beauty flooded my view.  Her bright wide smile and open mouth laugh.  Her cinnamon milk chocolate brown eyes staring deep into me.  Her sway as she walked away from me while looking back over her shoulder, taunting me knowingly.  I knew I was dreaming but I had no plans on waking up anytime soon. Eventually my imagination took over, turning very real memories into amazing fantasies.  She was there yet again in ways I could only hope she would be.  I could feel her as I slipped into her warmth, as she knelt above me smiling.  I could hear gasp as she shuttered a bit leaning down into me.  Her hair ran across my bare chest and it felt so very real.  I enjoyed its feather like touch as she bounced atop me. It was electric. 

Tabitha

Tabitha

The trip up the stairs was miserable.  It had been a long day and all I could think about was how comfortable my bed would be.  As luck would have it, after an extra few hours more than expected at work, unpaid I might add, I came to find the elevator in my apartment building was out.  It really made me wonder why I had chosen to live on the 5^th floor.  I was by no means an out of shape individual.  I woke up every other morning around 6 a.m. and I ran at least 3 to 5 miles. But the stairs today were kicking my ass.  I was exhausted. 

Granted it was my own fault because I had stayed up last night, on the phone, till well past my bed time.  I could not help it though.  The voice on the other end of the line was addicting.  Her laughter was like a drug I could not get enough of.  We were literarily a bad version of some 1980’s John Hughes movie where she was twirling the phone chord in her fingers kicking her feet off the bed and I was tossing a ball against the ceiling trying to be a bit more macho than I was.  The thought of this made me laugh as I climbed the stairs slowly.

When I was on level three my phone chimed and I wanted any excuse to stop the slow drained trudge up the stairs.  I was almost there and to be honest I was being a bit of baby but hey no one was around to see it and I really didn’t care.  If you could have seen me, you would have thought I was like one of those 4 or 5 years olds who didn’t want to go to school.  I wasn’t throwing a fit but I was sure as heck taking forever to make it to the bus stop.  So I stopped and fished my phone out of my pocket. Instantly I smiled.  It was my syrup tongued fantasy from last night.  We had been taunting each other mercilessly now for weeks. 

Isobel

Isobel

She wanted him. She wanted to run her hands over his body, to feel his muscles tremble beneath her touch. He played the gentleman with his manners but his eyes betrayed his need. She slowly and deliberately removed her barely there soft cotton top, pausing slightly before the big reveal. He mumbled a less than audible “You shouldn’t be doing this” and then licked his dry lips. After she pulled on the last of the string and let the cloth of her shirt fall to side allowing him full view of her almond brown breasts and light chocolate kissed nipples, she stepped toward him. He tried to take a step back but there was nowhere to go. She smiled and knelt in front of him. All he managed to say was “Fuck” as she loosened his belt. “Oh we will do that and so much more” she said as she palmed his heat. She was desperate to taste him on her lips, to feel his length pass over tongue. When she made contact he jerked forward and his body stiffened with her kiss. The muscles in his legs seemed stronger than steel and it was their guess which of them wanted this more. She grabbed his shaft already slickened by her velvet wet mouth and worked it in a rhythm she knew was just perfect according to his grunts. His rapid but steadied breathing skipped when with her other hand she cupped his hot and tight balls. She looked up at him with her doe eyes and managed just enough of a smile to send him over the edge. He sent her first reward of the night into the back of her throat and she swallowed greedily knowing she would be getting more soon enough.

Thomas Aiden

The Sin Series

Temptation has many names

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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.