Kindred

I watch in my mind as you sit on your urban city balcony, which doubles as a fire escape, hastily devouring my words. Your stockings touch and kiss your skin just as I imagine I would. Your skirt has ridden high giving me a glimpse of your pale legs, causing me to wonder if I have made you wet. Your breasts peek through your open shirt as you press your head against the wall smiling, with your eyes closed. I hope it‘s because of me. I enjoy pretending that just maybe my fantasies are the same ones you want.

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Muse

You are a stranger, a friend or another’s wife.  You are my muse, the woman I pass on the street that says hello with a friendly and radiant smile.  Sometimes you know the power that you posses; a simple toss of your hair, a short skirt, a longing look held for a few seconds more than expected.  Sometimes you are oblivious to the fact that you inspire my lust.   My pen shares my contrived adventures with you and my hands make them come true as you dance in my head, taunting me from inaction to quiet individual bedroom adventures. 

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Collision

She focused hard on my pleasure as she slid along my thickness and I greedily enjoyed her effort. I took a brief moment during our passionate exchange to look away from her wonderful sweat slicked bouncing ebony breasts and strained my neck around her body for a better view of us in the mirror behind her. The collision of her moist brown sugar skin against my pale white muscle stole my breath. She was simply stunning. When I turned back to her dark eyes, she smiled, knowing how much I was savoring every bit of her pressed against me.

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Static

She slid like silk against me, causing my pants to bunch and the hair on my arms to rise. My body tingled electric when she stared longingly into my eyes while flashing a perfect pearl white smile. She was magnetic with no way and no want for me to resist; a sweet intoxicating concoction of lingerie and lust. Reaching out for her smooth skin, resting my palm on her perfect peach round ass, I whispered “I want you.” She laughed in spite of her intended seduction, kissing her way up my neck, stopping only momentarily to whisper “I know.”

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Don't

I couldn't stay away even though I knew full well the games she liked to play. I hungered for her skin and the bite of her teeth. I wanted to taste her fruit and feel her nails rake across my back. I simply wanted her. I was impatient and for that she tortured me more, constantly saying don’t with a devil white smile and feigned disinterest. I saw her excitement and envied her control as she toyed with me while laughing. I knew I would eventually get what I desired, but first, I had to do it her way.

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Arch

I enjoy the smack of your hips against mine.  It feels as if time is slowing as my senses begin to fade into haze.  You have once again neared my peak and as you hungrily attempt to bring us closer to exhaustion I press into you, arching my back, tightening every muscle, milking every last second of this heavenly assault .  I coax yours and my wet heat with a purposeful moan of your name, knowing what it does to you.  You attempt to hold back, but it’s too late, we both unwillingly lose ourselves, surrendering to the inevitable.

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Typical

My want for her started with those long ivory pale legs and only managed to burn more when I stepped into her apartment.  She wasn't the typical lipstick, shoe buying, everything must be pink girl I was used to using.  Flashing her “I give a fuck smile” while making some comment about having no ice; she offered me a chipped glass which she filled with Jack Daniels.  I took it without hesitation and watched her as she crossed her almost empty room intent on music.  When she pulled out Elvis on vinyl I knew I had met my destruction. 

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Dance

She enjoyed my willingness to bruise her feet as we stumbled along.  Her laughter was well worth my attempt and inability to actually find the elusive thing called a beat.  I think we were both thankful for the slow songs that didn't put my rhythmic seizures center stage for everyone to see.  As the music slowed I was easily reminded why I even dared to come out here in the first place.  Her perfect smile and the look of want in her blue eyes were enough for me to know I would play this fool forever, just for her.

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Strength

I was weightless and wet, floating as his tongue probed my greedy mouth.  I laughed between his kiss and smiled staring down into his gold eyes when I finally managed to pull back and take a breath.  He cheated a bit, pressing me back into the wall, but as he ground into my denim shield I was lost in his arms.  There’s something about the strength of a man and his willingness to carry you.  I was under his spell and power.  He knew I had already completely surrendered to his need but still enjoyed showing me his strength.

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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

Both

I always enjoyed being the center of attention but never really intended for my cravings to take me this far.  I was center stage and loved it.  Earlier I toyed with my doubled prey, hypnotizing away their inhibitions, and it seems my own unknowingly, with slurred words of want and a few shots of tequila.  The evening began and I had the choice of either but as night grew darker, my wicked lust encouraged me to take both.  Now, here I was, being sensually assaulted from every angle and all I could think was “please god give me more.”

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Drown

Drown

You dress to steal my breath

And it works

You are my orchid

A perfect flower, fragrant with the smell of lust

My wicked lover, enjoying the taunt

Beneath your soft petals stirs the want of a woman

You know the curve of your hips and the start of your smile entrap me

I cannot escape you

Nor do I want to

I drown willingly in the pierce of your pale blue eyes

Submitting to your obvious desires

Begging for your touch

Swallowing all that you offer

I once was a man

My own destiny maker

And now

When you want of me

I am nothing

You have become everything

My reason

My hope

My forever

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Thomas Aiden

Used

My breath catches as I enjoy being crushed by this Adonis pressed up against me.  My hand greedily traces his smooth muscled surface, searching for and hoping to remove the cloth that denies my desire.  He leans in with soft lips and a hungry wet tongue and I obediently follow his lead, opening my mouth accepting his kiss.  My words have vanished only to be replaced by my moans and cries of delight at his touch.  I want to be his toy.  I want to be taken, to be used, to be left wasted and spent upon my bed.

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Renee

She does this to me on purpose.  Every morning she teases my heart with her sleepy delicate approach and sexy goodbye whispers.  I hate how she loves to be naked.  I love how she knows I don’t really hate it.  My day is a long torture of work, broken with bits and pieces of her, scattering like confetti across my mind and lips when I should be focused on ones and zeros.  My mistakes are her fault as I hurry to end another dollar bill made day just so I can get back to her touch and soft kiss.

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Carried

I survive my droughts by traveling into other worlds of lust, desire and vivid imagination.  Housewives, amateurs and even men with second lives carry me through lonely nights and a cold bed.  Whose adventure, real or contrived, will make me shudder this morning before I am off into the doldrums of life?  Whose hand will be running soft against my skin or dipping inside of me as I peak?  Each day I waste searching for “him” I am sated by my constant electric escape.  I find lovers, man or woman, which are willing to ravish me with their words.

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Awestruck

Somewhere between nowhere and Mexico we sat content on a beach.  The waves slowly kissed her skin and ran away, like a laughing child, as I stared at her in awe.  I thought to myself how the woman sitting before me actually made the ocean look even more beautiful than it already was.  Her sea sprayed hair danced in the wind as she looked off into the sunset and talked about the day gone by.  After a while she paused when I did not respond and turned with a smile, laughing a bit shyly upon discovering my silent admiration.

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Alone

Finally the house was empty. Finally he could relax and not have to worry about anything save for himself.  Nothing would pull him away from the couch.  Nothing would spoil his privacy.  Well almost nothing.  She walked in to the room dressed nasty and determined to have fun.  She was an obstacle between him and the t.v. that he suddenly didn’t mind having.  She leaned forward about to tease him with wicked words when she was yanked from her feet onto his lap.  Her control vanished the instant he ran his hand over her tit and kissed her wrist.

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Discipline

She walked toward me full of intent, I stood frozen.  The words “be careful what you wish for” echoed through my head as I eyed this evil version of Jessica Rabbit before me.  I was hard and afraid all in one instant.  She told me to kneel and I did.  She stepped closer and I inhaled deeply, enjoying her perfume and the smell of leather.  I looked up with a hungry smile and was met with her backhand.  “No one said for you to smile” she said. Anger coursed through my veins and I swallowed hard on my pride.

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Follow

My soft whispers and gentle nibbles finally send her over the edge and I smile proudly as I continue to slip in and out of her, stroking her fire further.  It is not often that she ignites and shudders first, but on that rare occasion, I am rewarded with the vision of her in caught in a moment of sweet perfection.  She screams silently with her back arched and mouth open, writhing in pure bliss as she coats me with her warm honey.  Lost in the beauty of her peak I am doomed to follow her eruption quickly thereafter.

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