Paris

She played vulnerable well with her alluring accent and pursed lips but she knew what she was doing.  She knew what she wanted.  A vixen dripping with sex and intent I was her goal, there was no way I would dissuade her, nor did I want to.  She shimmied out of her skirt exposing alabaster skin and perfect legs while I waited, throbbing with need.  “Leave the socks” I said as she smiled falling into my arms. Her touch nearly sent me over the edge but I resisted, that is until she grabbed my essence whispering ooh la la.

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105

Kayla

I wanted her kiss the first time I saw her; the chance to taste her tongue and hear her whisper my name.  I think she knew this but then again she knew this about every man she met.  She teased and giggled coyly often making my heart and other things jump.  So the day she said yes I nearly crumbled.  Desire in her eyes said no cat and mouse was needed.  We skipped the fancy restaurant and boring movie and ate take out after an hour or so of naked bliss in my apartment.  She was the perfect realist.

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104

  

Drift

As he tantalizes me with his deft hands and sweet tongue I simply smile.  I feel so alive with his wondering touch and perfectly paced fingers.  He drowns me in lust and well timed whispers of desire and need.  I gravitate toward him longing for more contact, pushing my nakedness against him, flesh against flesh.  He doesn't hesitate, devouring me with his entire body.  My peak is his only goal and I greedily accept this.  My climax comes and goes quick as a summer rain and soon I am lost in a haze of satisfaction and Saturday afternoon sleep.   

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103

Stay

She was as close to crazy as a girl could get but the sex was almost worth it.  Tears streamed down her face as she worked my buckle. “I need you tonight” she whispered between soft sobs.  I was a sucker for tears and blow jobs and now she was deftly working both angles.  “There’s no one else I’d rather be with” she whispered sliding her hand down my length as her tears spilled onto me.  I tried to be strong, to say it was over, but when she swallowed me whole I knew she’d get one more chance.

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102

Sunday

She toyed with me until she was the center of my attention.  She lay across me as I tried my damndest to focus on Johnny Football.  Soft moans escaped her lips as she writhed in my lap.  She was so casual and confident with her fingers and wetness, thrusting her hips just enough to arouse me.  She knew and enjoyed what she was doing. She wanted to break my attention and I ached for her to try harder.  As she neared her peak, I gave in, cupping her breast and biting her neck.  It was then that she came.  

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101

Nicotine

We lay spent, crumpled against one another; our lust never tiring just taking a break.  Hazed, our minds replayed erotic moments of recent past wondering if there would be more.  We savored each tingle and taste of indiscretion and as our desire climbed once more, we searched for a spark.  Smiling she lit up a Dunham and we moved closer, quietly igniting our fervor, as we smoked.  Renewed energy coursed through my veins as she feathered her finger against my goosebumped thigh.  Wicked trails of exhale floated between us and we smiled knowing we were about to fuck again.

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100

Rough

He bruised me with teeth as I screamed in delight but only because I begged him to.  Breathless moans echoed off the walls as my nails dug into his back.  I was wild and yearning for sex, no wait, rough sex, wait, even better, I wanted him to fuck me.  I didn't want the romance and soft touch of repetitive romance novels.  I wanted to abandon proper and just enjoy my lust for once.  He met my craze with some of his own pinking my bottom with his satisfying calloused hand and I loved every wet second of it.

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099

Agenda

She bent over, pressed against his desk, skirt pulled up and resting above her thick thighs. Her legs spread just far enough apart, panties slipped to the side, wet, glistening and ready for him. It was about damn time she thought as she looked back at him hungrily.  They played a game of words, daring each other for months, until something had to give.  His zipper dropped allowing his obvious need to taste the cool office air.  He looked back one more time ensuring his door was locked and entered her slowly.  She looked back smiling and moaned “finally”.

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098

Laundry

She taunts him with words softly whispered when no one is near.  Apartment nomads come and go washing sins away one quarter at a time offering only brief windows, moments of passion, between them.  She likes this game as they hover, together, protecting what’s theirs.  She plays naughty with nothing for him to do but crave.  She laughs as the room empties knowing he will pounce.  Ready for his desire to crash into her she meets him halfway.  Her moans of wantonness are drowned by the rumble of machines.  They separate still hungry when the door opens yet again. 

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097

Please

Your emerald stare pierces me with well timed whispers of need and lust.  As your lips slowly trace my bare flesh I do not hesitate to give in to your every desire.  I lay lost forever in your green pools of seduction when a flick of your tongue awakens more of me.  I can’t help but whisper your name and beg you please to torture me more.  You smile briefly knowing I would do anything you ask even if it meant the end of who I was.  The power of your beauty is intoxicating and you enjoy knowing it.

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096

Excitement

I was blind as his hands ran across my body.  Each inch he moved sent sparks showering down my spine crashing into the heat building between my legs.  He knew he tortured me.  He was enjoying every damn second of it.  My eyes although open saw nothing save for the white silk pressed against my brow.  I was left to savor his seduction by using my other senses.  His tongue traced places I never thought I would enjoy.  He was a master with his fingers and soft touch.  Soon, I was begging him for more and he graciously obliged.

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095

Parking Garage

It was too far to walk and lord knows neither of us could drive.  With no chance of getting a cab at this hour we settled for creative.  My keys danced as my mind and she raced up 5 flights of stairs, her drunk laughter, echoing and chasing us as we went.  When I unlocked the door and she slid into the backseat a moment of sober dragged me back.  What was I thinking?  This was a public place.  When I looked back at her she was almost stripped bare and cooing, instantly I was foolish once more.

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094

Milan

“Maybe that’s just the way they are here” she whispered glancing at me briefly over the brim of her coffee mug before she continued staring.  She smiled and blushed never taking her eyes off the couple in the doorway across the way as we sat in the tiny hotel garden.  I was speechless.  Lust danced in my heart and desire for contact swelled with each passing moment.  Voyeurs, we sat entranced by their brazenness and beauty. We were easily trapped drinking in their curves and kisses.  As we slid closer watching they smiled back knowing they had an audience.

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093

Country Drive

Horses and haylofts were the “norm” but that opportunity was not theirs today.  Slipping quietly past eighteen she was no longer holding back.  Determined, he drove sweaty palmed out to just beyond the middle of nowhere.  They both worried if it was far enough.  Smiling, she nervously slipped her stonewashed denim from beneath her wanting pale ivory thighs while whispering for him to join her.  He didn't need to be told twice.  Soon, backlit by American storybook sun and wheat fields that stretched from here to tomorrow they began discovering each other and the unknown deliciousness of lust.

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Cinderella

She was his fairy-tale willing and perfect in every way imagined.  As water splashed upon their wood floor he could only smile watching her.  The games they played were never dull and sometimes, on accident, they had other benefits.  Today for example their kitchen floor would end up extra clean.  So there he sat eyeing her as she worked wondering what his part in today’s adventure was.  She knew he was waiting, yearning, anticipating his role.  Rising up, feigning exhaustion, she asked quietly and with a burning smile “Is my wicked stepfather happy with the work I have done?”

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091

Cookie

I made some snide comment about her eating in bed and she harrumphed.  Slowly rising to her knees she crawled toward me and then over me never taking those gorgeous baby blues off of mine.  She left the bed making it a point to shake her ass just enough to tease then she stood in front of me removing every piece of clothing she wore deliberate and slow.  When she was completely naked and I was ready for fun she simply left the room. I found her minutes later in the kitchen with what she really wanted all along.

Photo Title: Birthday Cookie Monster

Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Poster: Fathergatto

 Location of Work: deviantArt 

090

Steam

Barely awake I mentally filtered through late for work excuses in my head hoping a plausible one would stick.  These thoughts and others faded like the steam surrounding me the moment she stepped into my shower.  Smiling, her hands traced my wet body and time stopped.  She kissed me as if we were never going to kiss again while her hand slid against me lower and lower.  The wicked in her eye told me I would not be going to work after all. I never even felt the water run cold as she gently eased me inside of her. 

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Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Poster: A Lady Looks Up

 Location of Work: Tumbler

089

Icing

He didn’t come wrapped or with a pretty bow; actually it was quite the opposite and obvious.  He stood there waiting naked.  She smiled at him enjoying the way the candlelight bounced off of his body.  Lustful ideas lingered in her head as she eyed him playfully. Softly, he sang happy birthday to her and she waited fighting her desire.   She could tell he was just as excited because his cock bounced with each word.  She wanted him.  “What are you going to wish for?” he asked teasingly as she blew out the candles and the room went dark.

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Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Poster: Green Man 99

 Location of Work: deviantArt 

Opposite, Enjoy, Linger, Fight, Dark

088

Stacks

She pierced me with those questioning eyes and smiled ruefully with her raspberry lipstick and perfect pale complexion.   I lingered long enough knowing she had caught my stare.  “What was she doing here?” I thought to myself as I fidgeted.  She was like a lion in the Sahara waiting for me to approach the watering hole.  She rose and walked gracefully to me and like many a prey I stood frozen.  She circled me without saying a word.  She stopped and leaned into me, her hot breath on my neck and with a whisper she knew I was hers.

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Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Poster: Trzykropi

 Location of Work: deviantArt 

Pierce, Question, Caught, Approach, Circle

087

Strain

She makes me wait, eyeing me with a crooked grin, just out of reach.  She bites her lip as she inches forward, closer and closer but still beyond my reach.   I can taste her sex in the air as my cock presses against nothing but the wind.  She laughs as my binds bite against my strain.  I want her.  I need her.  This is the perfect revenge.  So many times I toy with her desire and now she plays the queen.  Her fingers dance lightly against her wetness and I can only watch as she moans in confident pleasure.

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Crooked, Inch, Beyond, Strain, Confident

086

Scribble

Lust travels from her pen to my lips.  She visits places my imagination would never think to go.  When I think of need, even hers, its common and male.  With her scribbled paintbrush of amazing words she shows me the very same landscape in Technicolor.  I am in the room running my tongue across her salty skin, hearing her soft moans and enjoying her whimper as I gently bite down on her nipple.  From a thousand miles away she has the power to make us peak together in a vivid rainbow of desire.  All because of her amazing pen.

Photo Title: My Naughty Journal

Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Poster: Paraty Dream

 Location of Work: deviantArt 

Travel, Think, Common, Gentle, Amazing

085

Weakness

"Weakness"

Take me to the point

Where I wish to forget

Lips on mine

Whispers in my ear

Crystal blue eyes enslaving me

Moisten me so that I can deny

That you lie

Quicken my heart over and over

Even though

I know you will shatter it

Come back

Again and again

Even when banished

By my friends

By you

By me

Arouse the sin in me

The one that allows me to be ignorant

I know you hurt

You cause my soul to bleed

You are arsenic

And yet

I want you

Behind the bookstore

On the echoed stairway

In my bed

Screaming

Aching

Both

Wanting

For you to leave

And to come again

By 

Thomas Aiden

Throttle

She was a presumptuous bitch laying with her curves pressed against my essence; her display baiting me into lord knows what.  I’ve beaten men for lesser sins.  She opened her eyes and acknowledged me as I hovered over her angry.  A predator was lurking beneath her crystal blue stare and when I noticed this it’s too late. She rises toward me cooing sweet things and I crumble.  Time no longer exists as I stare at her on my bike.  She cocks her head to the side and with a knowing smile simply asks “So do I get a ride?”

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Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Poster: xercism

 Location of Work: deviantArt 

Presumptuous, Essence, Hover, Crumble, Exist

084

9 to 5

He walked into the apartment exhausted from another monotonous day.  As he slings his brief case uncaring onto the couch halfway across the room he wonders why he even bothers.  What does his tireless effort get him?  Kicking off his shoes as he sluggishly makes his way to the kitchen he can only think of one thing; a nice cold beer.  Opening the fridge he peers into it longingly, looking past the molded cheese and half eaten apple pie for anything to take his mind off work.  Sadly there is not an alcoholic beverage to be found. The closest thing to salvation for him is the O’Doul’s that has been there for nearly two years now.  He bought it once for a pregnant friend, who never even tried it, and now he was actually considering drinking it himself. Realizing he will never be that desperate and with a soft sigh, he shut the refrigerator door and leaned back against it closing his eyes, tuning the world out.  That’s when it hits him.

A sweet fragrance teases his nose breaking through the chains of a tiresome day.  He stands tall trying to figure out what it is and where it came from.  Unsure, he follows his hunch excitedly down the hall.  His bedroom door is shut. His bedroom door is never shut. He knowingly opens it with a smile on his face well before he sees her.  The reason he wanted this day to end vanishes like dust, replaced by the desire to have it last forever.  Now he knows why he does this.  Why he works so hard.  She playfully eyes him as she quietly coos from the comforts of his bed “I have been waiting for you lover”.   Quickly and confidently he shuts the door behind himself, closing out the rest of the world, ready to enjoy her and the rest of his day.

By

Thomas Aiden

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Little Black Dress

Little Black Dress

Soft curves of silk

Ride her hips

As do my eyes

She is a woman

Beckoning

Taunting my vivid imagination

Enticing the man in me

She knows it

Smiling

Slender

She is serpent

When the night draws to a close

I want her skin

Shed on my floor

I am willing to succumb

To temptation

As we play Adam and Eve

Noticing

One another naked

For the first time

By

Thomas Aiden

Photo Title: Little Black Dress

Artist/Photgrapher/Model/Original Poster: Ruff Roller

 Location of Work: deviantArt 

Connected

Her heart quickens the moment she signs in.  Her finger taps scream out across the endless electric world in need of his typed hello and dirty words.  She has been waiting for this all day; finally alone, she wants the sin of his commands.  She is naked, exposed, willing for his pleasure and her abuse.  Anonymity gave her the courage to reveal everything now her days are spent trying to get here.  She moistens the moment he reaches out from the abyss of a blank white screen. He simply says “how is my baby girl?” and she just smiles.

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Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Poster: Tommo The Tog

 Location of Work: deviantArt 

Quick, Tap, Type, Reveal, Blank

083

Mouth

My eyes linger adoringly on her lips

Their velvet crimson tease beckon me to taste

Or at least run my finger feathery soft over them

All the while hoping they part

Allowing her honey warm moisture to enslave me

When she is hesitant

The soft bite she has whispers sweetly to me

Tugging at the thud in my chest

I want to bruise them with overuse

Yet I can only stare longingly

For her lips are not mine

She is only meant to tease me

With their puffy perfection

My imagination has tasted her often

And that’s all it will ever be

I am only a distant prisoner

Lost

Wondering how wonderful a moan would sound

Escaping her mouth

Passing over her lips 

By

Thomas

Aiden

Taste

She was delicate and rough all at once placing simple kisses on my need.  I threw my head back suffering in the sweet ecstasy of her velvet tongue and well placed nips.  Gifted with the talent of well timed dirty words, she was my angel of torture, taking me to the edge and back as she pleased.  When the cotton cloud of lust in my head subsided I was lost in her eyes the moment I saw hers.  She timed it, well staring hungrily as she swallowed my soul.  I was hers to tease and make beg for more.

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Taste, Delicate, Suffer, Edge, Cotton

082

Captured

perfectly broken

and slow like honey

she inched her way towards me

teasing the stairs

with black lace and milk white skin

i wanted to be the carpet beneath her

smiling as she crept

she knew she tortured me

and yet she persisted

her ink taunting me

as if it was poured from a pen

just to lust my eye

and weaken my resolve

she played dirty well

guessing i would crumble

soon she would be naked

grinding my will power to dust

all it took was those brown eyes

and her soft whispering

my heart quickened

as i tasted her want in the air

i was lost

captured

hers to do with as she wished

her lips on mine as she smiled

was the final persuasion

sin would show me regret later

for now

i am hers

by

thomas aiden

The Drive In

The speaker dangling off the car window cracked static in rhythm with their moans.  She was oblivious to the world outside.  Tinted windows and their heat made for an opaque free peep show that those, left and right, enjoyed much more than the droll movie they paid to see.  The occasional back lit silhouette of them fucking was well worth the price of admission.  She agreed to meet him and play his mistress among strangers.  She just didn't know she would be this carefree; her hands behind her back, exposed for the world to see, pleasing him.

Photo Title: Josh and Lexclee 1

Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Poster: Planet H

 Location of Work: deviantArt 

Speaker, Static, Window, Admission, Show

081

Tequila

The humid night air 

Enveloped her naked flesh

Sliding all the way to her bare toes

She was sex

Passion took control as sweat beaded

Over her perfectly shaped body

All eyes were on her

It was a first time

But her animalistic soul behaved as if

She taunted men

On a practiced basis

Her curves swayed to music

Erotically

Drunk on Tequila

Dipping and rising

With the heat

She was hungry 

Her eyes speared each onlooker 

With pure lust

They were trapped by her

Desired her

Craved her

Scared but determined 

She would not stop

The fire that rose within her

Pushed beyond her hesitation

She was seduction

Hangover be damned

She tasted the power

Of being a woman

With one simple sip

She knew she might never let go

As the music faded

She already knew she would say yes

Before the carnal crowd 

Offered her another shot

While begging for more

By

Thomas Aiden

The Hotel (part two)

The Hotel (part two)

The Tanith Blinn Experience: Escaping Ordinary

For part one of this story click here: The Hotel (part one)

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The room stood silent and a few moments passed, the clock ticked and nothing.  What was this man doing to her?  Did he leave?  She reached out into the silent darkness only to hear a tsk tsk from her left.  She dropped her hands to her side and waited.  She wondered excitedly, what would he do next?  As the time again passed quietly she thought to herself,” well if he wants to play like that then she could play too.”  She brought one had up to her breasts and began rubbing them, tweaking her nipples every so often.  While doing this she slid her other hand in between her legs and began fingering herself.  She managed to get three fingers into her swollen moist pussy; she did this knowing he was watching; she did this knowing he was a complete stranger to her.  As Tanith did this she whispered out into the darkness, “You don’t mind I keep myself busy, do you?”  The silence didn’t last long as the whispered response came, “No, I don’t mind at all.”

Griffin walked around from the side of Tanith trying to think of what he would do next.  He sat down on the edge of the bed in front of her admiring this lady.  A lady, who the first thing he ever did with her, was to eat her out.  The first thing he ever did was tongue her clit and lick her pussy.  “How would he be able to top that ever?”  he thought to himself.  As Griffin licked his lips tasting her on them he stared at her and watched her fidget nervously.  There she stood still naked, still blindfolded, and still sexy as hell.  He decided it was time to take it up to another level and just as he was about to make his next move she began to do something he couldn’t take his eyes off.  She begin to finger herself and play with her tits, she was taunting him, calling out to him to take her, she was telling him to have his way with her.  He couldn’t resist much longer. Griffin got up from the bed, walked over to her and grabbed her hand that was buried in her pussy, he led her to the very bed he was sitting on, turned her around and sat her right on the edge.  Griffin stepped back and thought to himself, “Well here goes nothing”.  

He took off his shirt and tossed it off to the side and then he unzipped his pants, letting fall to his knees with an obvious sound.  From there he fished out his hard and aching cock and moved in closer to the blindfolded Tanith who sat quietly on the bed.  “Open your mouth” he said in a slightly audible tone, Tanith did this so quick it was as if she wanted it and knew all along that’s what Griffin would do.  Griffin placed the tip of his dick on her lips, a tip which was already oozing a small bit of pre-cum and Tanith lapped at it hungrily with her tongue.  Before Griffin could say or do anything else she had one hand on his cock, one hand on his balls and she had sucked the majority of his shaft into her velvety wet mouth.  As she greedily devoured his cock Griffin looked over at the closet wall length mirrors and enjoyed the view.  He stood there between the legs of a gorgeous woman, a woman he never laid eyes on till about 20 minutes ago, he stood there getting his dick sucked and he loved every second.  It was perfection.  Here Tanith sat on the edge of the bed for him, in sexy thigh high black leather boots for him, her pussy exposed to the world, blindfolded and she, all the while he thought this, she was licking, sucking and swallowing every inch of his shaft that she could.  Griffin thought to himself, “Could this get any better?”