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

033

Photo Title: Unkown

Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: Unknown

Location of Work:  Unknown

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.

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.

Clara

Clara

She is inescapable.  Times stretches along in varied silences and suddenly, just when we are prepared forget one another, she appears like the sun breaking through on a cloudy day.  She is a sin I know I should not commit and yet here I am, once again standing before her.  Or rather, she stands before me, an offering of desire ready to sate my needs. 

I want to tell her no.  I want to turn and leave before I once again allow the pull that binds us to strengthen.  But who are we fooling?  As she lays her soft finger across my dry lips, she shushes me, grabbing at my belt with her other hand and pulls me into her.  Our eyes lock and the world around us melts away. 

My heart pounds and my breathing quickens.  Any fight or resistance I had escaped with the smile I bear that she easily and wordlessly coaxed from me.  As her small cold hands slip beneath my jeans searching out my heat I look behind her toward the clock on the wall.  It will be hours before she must vanish.  I turn my head to the door just as my pants and she slip to the floor, I focus on the handle, comforted by the fact that she had locked it behind her when she came in.  She knew what she was doing.

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.

Satisfying Eve

Satisfying Eve

icy pin pricks of pleasure

tickle my skin

i never knew your eyes hid so much

behind those lips lies a serpent

a tongue so perfect

you lay like a stemmed apple

ripe for my temptation and wrath

and this is just the beginning

since you are not yet naked

Thomas Aiden

Morgan

Morgan

No matter how many times I said no she still teased and pushed.  Daddy’s money through the years made her one of those high society witches who always got their way and it seems I was the one thing she could not have.  Yes I enjoyed the way she sauntered about in her skin tight overpriced clothes but I could not, would not, give in to her demands and wants just because she said so.  I had my own pride to consider plus it bears mentioning I worked for her old man and he paid pretty damn well.  She was not worth the risk or the time.

I was having a hard day and things only got worse when Morgan waltzed into the room having come from the pool in a barely there bikini.  Her me me attitude was in full swing and it was grating on my last nerve.  She had been getting bolder and bolder over the last few weeks.  Today it seemed she would stop at nothing.  She looked around the room and saw that everyone was busy or distracted save for me. I was looking at her with disgust and extreme irritation.  “Stupid girl” I thought to myself.  She was really a grown woman, around twenty something, going on nine.  I lost track of what I was doing and grumbled in frustration.  When she noticed me looking at her with no one else looking in our directions she brazenly flipped her bikini top off and flashed her magnificent breasts at me while blowing me a kiss. My mouth dropped, I was angry, but I could not take my eyes of her tits.  I shook my head and left the room determined to avoid her and get my work done.

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

The Knock

The Knock

The Tanith Blinn Experience: Escaping Ordinary

Tanith was startled by a knock at the door.  She glanced at the clock on the wall as she slowly approached the doorway and looked through the peep hole.  It was him and her stomach nearly caught fire right then and there, burning with a nervous excitement.  “I told him not to come” she thought to herself as she hesitated with the lock.  A moment passed as she worked up the courage to answer the door and in that time he knocked again, this time softer and unsure.  “God you are a crazy women” she muttered under her breath and began opening the door slowly.  When it was open far enough to see him her breath caught.  He smiled and she smiled back.  For a brief moment there was only silence as they stared at one another, both not knowing what to do next.

Finally the silence was broken when Tanith spoke up.  “I told you that I had something going on and we couldn't meet. “  “I know” he replied quietly.  “I just had to chance the fact that you were scared.  I never actually thought I would do it and here I am.”  Tanith just shook her head smiling at him standing there.  Again, there was another pause as they each pondered what to do next.  Finally Tanith threw caution to the wind and invited him in.  He accepted her invite anxiously and followed behind her.  As she closed the door and turned to him, he couldn't help but notice she was wearing everything he had asked her to wear for this meeting.  The very meeting she had canceled a few hours earlier with an excuse that they both had forgotten about now. 

She was gorgeous standing there as she allowed him to drink her in with his eyes.  With heels she stood nearly six feet tall and inviting. She had a very form fitting pencil skirt that made the curve in her hips simply enthralling.  Her blouse was an inconspicuous one that didn't take away from the beauty in her face.  She had just enough blush in her cheek contrasting against her smooth white skin that it was like she had stepped from black and white Hollywood.  His favorite part of her up to this point was how she had her long strawberry red hair pulled to side and tied with a simple large white bow.  She was a wonderful woman to look at.  Eventually he broke from staring at Tanith and spoke.  “For someone who couldn't meet with me this morning you sure look prepared.”  Tanith laughed a little and responded with a clear nervousness in her voice.  “I know, but I also knew there was a chance you would ignore me and come anyway, and to be honest I am kind of glad you did. Do you want a glass of water or something?  How about sitting down?” She said motioning to the couch in her tiny apartment.  “I’d like that” he responded as they both sat.  Again the awkwardness was nearly palpable.

Patience is a Virtue

"Patience is a Virtue"

(Thomas & Mandy Rivers:  Marriage should always be an adventure.)

Mandy’s thighs burned with a mixture of need and the heat of her muscles straining for any sort of relief.  She had never in her life wanted to just simply sit on her ass as much as she did right now but she resisted none the less.  Mandy wiggled a bit here and there, straining against her binds, while the heels of her bare feet barley scraped against her bottom.  She had been hoping to cheat by resting her ass upon her feet, however her struggle was to no avail.  The distance was perfectly planned to taunt.  Yes it would have been simple for her to scoot back and sit down for a moment or two rather than dangle there helplessly but then that would be cheating and dishonest.  She did not want to disappoint him by cheating or being dishonest. 

OK, maybe Mandy would have cheated, but Thomas was a smart man.  Between her legs, lost in the shadows of her body, ran a string from her panties to the floor.  It was looped and tied through one of the lace gaps in the material of her underwear and taped to the floor with small piece of clear scotch tape.  It was quite ingenious and quick thinking on his part to be honest.  When Thomas was prepping her he realized she would require a bit more tethering.  It was a simple thread he found in one of the drawers in the kitchen.  Earlier, when he was lovingly tying Mandy up and positioning her where she was now, he showed her the string.  It was about 10 to 12 inches long.  It was just enough to give Mandy some play but not enough to ease her intended distress.  “When I come home this better not be broken or disconnected.”  Thomas said eyeing her.  Mandy quietly replied “Yes Sir” while Thomas positioned her just the way he wanted her.

“I am going to have a few drinks with the boys. I will be back in a few hours.  If you manage to stay right where I put you till I get back, you will receive a wonderful reward.  Do you understand me my pet?” Thomas asked this as he grabbed his sport jacket and headed for the door.  “Damn he looks so good in that jacket and those slacks” Mandy thought, fantasizing a bit as she dangled a few feet from the ground, watching him walk away.  She was brought back to the moment when Thomas repeated the last part of question.  “I said do you understand me my pet?” She quietly mumbled “Yes Master” and he smiled turning out the light and closing the door behind him.

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.

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.