Monday, October 21, 2019

Curved


Curved

She could not start her day without his hands on her, warm and soft. She arched her back in the grey of six a.m. waiting for his good morning. He’d already unwrapped her with whispers of tongue and love as she existed somewhere between sleep and the beginning of day. He traced his touch across her body, as he searched for himself. His fingers came away with glistening approval and he didn’t hesitate to replace them with his thickness. There was no better way to wake up she thought, save for maybe his tongue in the exact same place.

Wednesday, October 9, 2019

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.

Tuesday, October 8, 2019

Watching



Watching

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

Monday, October 7, 2019

Mistress of the Morning


Mistress of my Morning

i take my time to wake
and this
you may not realize
because you crave your sleep
but a hand draped across your naked breast
a leg just grazing your thigh
they are all my pleasure
and placed on purpose
my last claim of you
before I set out into my day
i hope they leave the heat
of my passion
on your skin long enough
so that you don’t forget my tongue and touch
you are my mistress of the morning
and it is a struggle to escape your warmth
but i am comforted
knowing
soon you will be once again naked
near me
craving my skin on yours
dreaming together
wrapped in soft blankets
and
one another

7 October 2019
Thomas Aiden

Sunday, October 6, 2019

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.

Friday, October 4, 2019

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.

Thursday, October 3, 2019

Caitlyn




Caitlyn

She waited.  The clock moved as if it were sticky sweet molasses dripping from a bottle in the cold arctic air. The quiet of the room only broke with her nervous breathing.  She craved the grip of his fingertips on her skin.  Anywhere, she would have them anywhere. Where was her desire? She thought to herself.  When she could take no more.  When the ache of her knees on the gritty floor became almost unbearable.  Right as she was about break.  She smiled.  She knew this is what he wanted.  Then, he whispered ,“Hello my Toy”, breaking the silence.


Thomas Aiden

The Sin Series
Temptation has many names

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Photo Title: Toy
Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: T. Aiden
Location of Work:  A Perfectly Lit Room