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.

Business Trip

"Business Trip"

She sways softly 
In and out of the candlelight
Her body dips and turns
Wine has eased her guard 

Loneliness 
Her welcomed companion
Allows her to be free

She fears no eyes to blush from
It is just her and the soft music
Her sweat beads upon her skin
As the same song repeats itself yet again
Perhaps for the 8th time
She smiles wildly
Spinning slowly
Seductively

No one tells her stop
She thrives on that thought
Dancing further into oblivion
She only dreads the coming of dawn
Or her last emptied wine bottle
Whichever comes first

Tomorrow he will be home
She will be happy all over again
Greeting him with a kiss
Full of desire for their next adventure
But for now
She is the star
In a empty house
And wants to enjoy every second of it

Thomas Aiden

Mine

"Mine"

The storm wages within me

As I imagine you there

On display

For those who want your touch

I fight with both my jealous heart

And my proud claim

But I eventually calm

Knowing you are strong

And only for me

They can yearn for you

And still

You are mine

They can flirt with honey tongues

And still

You are mine

They can tempt with fading jewels

And hungry eyes

And still

You are mine

Your satin lips and perfect smile

Are meant for me

The catch of your breath

And quickening heart

Are meant for me

Your drip of sweet syrup

And beg of please

Are meant for me

You are mine

And you tempt

Only because I allow it

You torment

Only because I allow it

You tease

Only because I allow it

You are

Because of me

I am your shelter

From any storm

I am your shoulder

For you to cry upon

I am your sir

Because I am yours

Thomas Aiden

Couples Therapy

"Couples Therapy"

I almost didn’t care that she was lying there upon me with her full weight, unable and unwilling to move.  Let’s be honest I was just as spent as she was, but the nagging pain I was experiencing was becoming unbearable.  Finally, and with a bit of her moaned protest, I managed the strength to shift her over just enough, freeing the press of her body from against my now flaccid manhood and the zipper of my jeans.  I knew I would come to regret waiting so long but there was no doubt in my mind it would be just another bruise or scratch on one of our bodies, hers or mine, that had come from the last few hours we had experienced with one another.

What had begun as a mere flirtation had exploded into full on carnal war.  The house was a mess; broken glass and other objects were strewn about everywhere.  As I looked around the room with lazy eyes, admiring her wrath and my desire, I paused on a now broken chair.  It was one of those 1960’s love seats that was not quite large enough to hold two people but begged for more than one person to sit in it.  As I stared at it I laughed aloud, enjoying the fact that we were responsible for its current state.  Two of the legs were gone and it rested in a very odd 90 degree angle.  She swiveled her head around and rested it on my chest as she attempted to see what I was laughing at.  When her gaze mirrored mine, she too laughed in spite of having very little strength.  I loved the way the sounds and her chuckles felt as they tickled across my chest.

Self Destruction

Self Destruction 

She spins in my mind

Teasing

Stinging fiery red

Her flesh never to be anyone’s

I know I am not bound

Yet each time I turn to run

Her pale blue eyes pull me back

And I beg

I beg her to hurt me

I don’t want a soft touch

But teeth that rough my surfaces

Lips that are unforgiving

I want to be afraid

And hungry

All at the same time

As she explores neglected skin

I lose any sanity I had

Easily doing as she commands

Promising to never leave

To always worship her

I desperately agree

Knowing

Deep down

Beneath the rage of lust

The moment she tires

Of fucking

me

or with

my heart

I shall fade

To yesterday

And faint memories

By
Thomas Aiden

Lynn

Lynn

She held her breath, staying as still as she could, hanging there in my arms.  It was as if time ticked slowly just to spite me. My muscles ached and burned but I did not give in to the pain.  My length stayed rigid and sensitive as it rested within her heat.  We were playing a very dirty game and could lose easily if we were not careful, and it seems that with our current predicament, we loved to test the boundaries of that whole careful bit.  Her auburn hair draped recklessly down across her shoulders and face but I could still make out her gorgeous blazing blue eyes and her wicked half grin.   It was a telling grin and knowing she was up to no good I shook my head no.  The next stall over shuffled with paper and the common mash of buttons on a phone.  “What the hell was he doing” I thought to myself knowing full well that I too had escaped the office doldrums just to sit pointlessly in the bathroom scanning my I-phone on occasion.

I again found her eyes and saw that she was about to play the devil on my shoulder.  She smiled long and wide as she swirled her hips, soft and determined, against me. My body betrayed my thoughts instantly by swelling within her.  She took it as a sign for more and flexed her want around my need and we began the quietest, slowest fuck I have ever been a part of.  My legs weakened so I pressed her back against the cold wall, searching for some sort of support and respite for my muscles. She fought the wince from the cold shock that escaped her mouth while I frantically held on to her, managing to pull the handle that would flush away her moans of delight and fear.  She leaned into my shoulder and softly nibbled my neck working up to my ear.  When she finally got there she stopped and whispered ever so softly, so much so, that even I needed to strain to hear her.  “Fuck me.”  My eyes blazed, starving for a chance to push into her loud and without caring who heard but I knew better.  Again we rocked slow and deliberate, feeding off the danger of being discovered, enjoying every dirty second of our crazy desires.

Wince

Wince

I waited

Hungry for his arrival

I wanted

His strong, heavy hand

I accepted

His purposeful tormenting delay

Soft came his knock

Moistening my need

Quickening my heart

The bright of day

And clear blue sky

Broke the fog of lust

Just for a moment

When I opened

My door

Then I saw his face

His half smile

The fire in his eyes

And fell back into desire

He stepped in

Shut the door

Asking

If I was a good girl

Nodding my head

I said yes

Holding out my eventual reward

He laughed

Deep and wanting

Grabbing my wrist

Pulling me towards him

My naked flesh

Pressed against his thick

Button up shirt

Drove me wild

With want

He spun me around

Bent me over

And gave in

I winced

With the first smack

And excitedly

Readied myself

For the next 

Thomas Aiden

Witness

Witness

She looked around the room and bit her lip nervously.  She was a bit hesitant with all those eyes trained upon her.  She looked at each of the guys that sat there, briefly making eye contact with each one of them.  First John’s searing blue blinked back at her while being chased by one of his big smiles, and then came Dan’s soft chocolate brown ones.  She could tell he was just as nervous as she was the way he was fidgeting.  That was to be expected coming from one of the quietest of their friends.  She found Mark’s hungry eyes next and her heart skipped a little.  Of all their friends he was by far the sexiest.  He had always had that five O’clock shadow that never seemed to get too long; the kind most women imagine brushing up against their soft thighs, tickling them in an almost primal kind of way.  After the longest look yet she finally found his.  The eyes she fell in love with. They were a golden green that held scattered flecks of brown and blue.  These were the eyes that drove her lust and her willingness to do anything for him.  This is why she was here now, on display.  He raised an eyebrow as if to say “Go on” and her breath quickened at the very thought of pleasing him.

Slowly she ran her hands down the sides of her stomach until they came to rest upon the cotton of her panties.  Her heart raced faster and faster as she leaned back against the table.  She had always been an exhibitionist but this was to be the first time she would do this around people she knew and with his permission.  She hooked her fingers underneath the waistband of her soft white biking briefs and proceeded to peel and roll away the last bit of mystery for any of these men watching, except of course him.  He had on numerous occasions witnessed her writhing in pleasure before him.   As she trailed the cloth down her thighs exposing herself to everyone she could hear a few of them sucking in their breaths, marveling at her daring and erotic risk.  She bent over a bit further pushing her panties past her thighs and then let them drop noiselessly to the ground.  She moistened the moment she knew they all could see her.

Are you a woman of Blinn Street?

One of my many infatuations with women and writing about them is their very names.  A name in itself can be sexy and alluring.  A woman’s name often sparks an imagined fantasy that runs wild in my head.  My pen chases their desires and makes them my own.  So have I written about you? 

Is your name somewhere here on Blinn Street?  Have I made you do something naughty or captured your heated passion?  The only way to find out is to look for it.  Feel free to use the search button on my blog or check the links down below. 

I am sure your name and story, no matter how naughty and naked you end up being, will end up here on Blinn Street one day, but if for some odd reason I have yet to use you in some hot and sexy way, and you feel left out, please feel free to suggest a name. Maybe it’s your very own sexy name or a name of someone you know or want to be.  We all have secret fantasies and pseudonyms if we want to admit it or not. 

Give me time and soon I am sure take you out of your world and place you within mine where you shall do things you may never have imagined possible.

Currently updated as of 13 June 2014

Abbey

Beth

Bree

Brooke

Brynn

Carly

Carolyn

Cassidy

Beth

Beth

It was one of those electric moments that burns its way through every part of your body.  When I saw her eyes from across the room I was lost.  She had that look that drove men wild and it was doing the very same thing to me.  I had never seen her before tonight and somehow I felt I would always long for her when she was gone.  Her long brown hair hung thick and enchanting across her shoulders and all I could think about was how good it would feel draped along my naked body.  I licked my lips trying to moisten my bone dry mouth.  My date continued her conversation unaware that I stood next to her awestruck by a goddess whose status she would never attain.

As we moved about the room she stared me down with heat in her eyes.  She sipped her drink and laughed, playing the obligated role of wife, date or god knows what.  She would glance my direction and tease me with a wanton smile that told me she knew I had fallen for her.  After an hour of this taunting dance she locked her eyes on mine and then motioned ever so subtly to a doorway at the end of the room.  I checked in with the conversation that surrounded me, one that I was never expected to be a part of, and excused myself to no one’s disappointment.  I easily navigated the room watching as the long haired brunette was accomplishing the same task.  Soon I trailed her wordlessly down a long corridor with no clue as to why or what end.

Paige

Paige

She moved into the apartment across from him about five months ago just like all the other girls she split the rent with.  The only difference now was that while they all were headed home for the summer, the second finals were over, she was staying behind.  The once thriving college community was now desolate with just a few year round residents.   These were the folks that either were never around or just willing to put up with the madness because of the amazingly cheap rent.  Paige had no idea why but the guy across the way did not seem to fit into either of these categories.

He was man in his mid forties with a strong jaw and graying hair.  He was not the fittest of individuals but there was an air about him that made him attractive.  Maybe it was the confident smile that he always flashed or the smell of his cologne as it lingered on the stairwell after he had come or gone.  All Paige knew is he made her feel electric whenever he said hello.

He roommates labeled him a creeper or not worth any time spent but on many occasions Paige watched as their hungry eyes followed his every move or she overheard their interactions with him and knew by their flirtatious ways they too burned for his touch.  Paige had thrown caution to the wind on a few occasions, even once when she was really drunk, but he seemed resistant to her or for that matter any of her roommate’s charms and lewd invitations.  He was always proper, a gentleman brushing aside their school girl advances.  Now as the once splashing pool, loud apartments and passageways echoed into a soft silence she decided she needed to try a bit harder.  Armed with a bit of gossip, a study of his routine and no known competition, she was determined to make him notice her and maybe chance a stolen moment in her young ivory embrace.

It was 6:15 in the morning and she had been up now for almost an hour, fighting her youthful need for more sleep, preparing herself for her intentional rendezvous.  After a stalled debate with herself she, in her soft white panties with a faded blue button up, armed with a collection of Dylan Thomas poetry, tiptoed with bare feet the one hundred or so feet to his back patio and sat on the bench just outside his back door.  She opened her book and proceeded to wait for his arrival.

She had watched him every day for the last two weeks now and like clockwork he would appear in various states of dress, with a cup of coffee, a pen and a tablet.  He typically spent the next hour or so, scribbling, grumbling, scratching through what he wrote or just staring off into the sunrise content with the silence of morning; today was no different.  He stepped out onto his porch with his pad in hand, a steaming cup of coffee in the other and proceeded to sit down on the bench a few feet away from Paige, oblivious to her even being there, or so she thought.  Her heart raced and she moistened a bit as she inhaled that amazing cologne of his.

He stared out at the sun taking a large sip of his coffee and then smiled broadly.  Without turning his head he spoke out loud.  “So you finally decided to come over rather than just sit there spying on me huh?”  Paige tried to respond, her mouth half open allowed nothing to escape past her quivering lips.  She had planned so much to say. She was going to ask him if he was a writer.  She was going to impress him with her knowledge of the world and literature.  She was going to seduce him and now all she had was silence and shock.  After a few moments of more silence, save for a few birds chirping, he turned and eyed her.  Her heart melted and her head swam.  He traced her body with his dark eyes and smug smile. She was a vision sitting there beside him.  Her gorgeous blue eyes locked on his.  He most enjoyed the fact that her top was open and allowed him to enjoy a full view of her young pert and tantalizing breasts.  He licked his lips as if he were about to eat her. 

Paige found her confidence finally, lifting her arm to rest her head on her hand while leaning a bit forward a smiling. “You knew I was watching the whole time huh?” She asked no longer timid.  “Mhm.” He replied.  It was now or never, she thought.  “Well in that case, are you going to invite me in?” she said as her skin tingled with want.  The man laughed and stood up without saying a word no longer looking at her.  He went to the door and opened it while taking a sip of his coffee.  Paige stopped smiling.  For a brief second she thought he was going to just leave her there exposed and silly, but he proved her wrong with a sweep of his hand.  “After you my sweet temptress.” He said.  She got up with a smile and walked into his apartment.  He slowly followed after her admiring her tight ass and how those cotton panties sat snug on her young firm curves.  The door closed behind them and all that remained was the bird’s cries and the rising sun.

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Temptation has many names

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Vanessa

Vanessa

“Never?” I asked her sitting up a bit straighter.  She blushed and hesitated a bit but responded in turn, “Nope, I’ve never done it.”  That was our conversation nearly half an hour ago before we arrived here at this point.  Vanessa and I had been friends for a few years now and while I was on the dating circle she was in steady, boring relationship.  We had a lot in common but love and romance was not one of those things.  I was not her type by any means and she was not the girl for me.  We got a long like lifelong childhood friends but that was about it.  The only thing we did heatedly with one another was argue about the latest trends in politics or which bar had the best beer selection in town.  It’s Hanging Man’s Pub for the record by but I digress and need to get back to the present.

“Fuck that feels good.” Vanessa said to me as she watched me in the reflection of the mirror.  I was not about to argue with her.  It felt pretty damn good to me too.  Slowly I slid my thickness in and out of her tight wet cunt and she moaned.  “God now I know why all of those trollops you sleep with put up with you being such an asshole.” She said this as she ground back into me harder, pushing me deeper inside of her heat.  I should probably mention that at this very moment my thumb is also buried up to the second knuckle in her asshole.  “It doesn’t hurt does it?” I ask her as I work my finger in and out.  “Nope not at all” she says smiling at me once again through the mirror.  Vanessa had wanted it there so she could watch this was one of our deals.  I had no problem obliging with that request.

Kendall

Kendall

I stood there with my mouth open, speechless and unable to move.  My mind was screaming for me to leave but my feet stayed planted like newly dried cement.  I had no clue how she had come to be in my bedroom let alone my house.  Her hands paced diligently and determined beneath her tight denim prison and as she kept her dark eyes pinned to mine I wondered as to how wet she was.  She moaned as her speed increased and smiled defiantly grinding into her palm when I shook my head trying to expel the wicked thoughts that should have never been there out.

I finally found the strength to leave and as I turned she called out to me.  “No, don’t go.  You don’t have to do anything.  Just watch.” I stopped midstride and once again fell upon her hungry and piercing gaze.  “You know you want to see me cum.” She gasped breathily when she said this and a bead of sweat ran down her chest, over her pale perfectly fit stomach eventually vanishing under her hand, somewhere within her salty sweetness.  She was right about me wanting to see her cum, I did.  I also wanted to see so much more that she would easily and willingly show me.  I was tormented, yet stayed motionless where her words had frozen me.

She moaned and played with her eyes locked on mine her pace increasing.  She ground deeper and harder into her hand as sweat built up and glistened across her body.  My pants grew tight and adjusted myself without intention or noticing I was doing so until she whispered “That’s it. I know I making you so hard.”  I just shook my head and continued to stare.  She got louder and faster, gasping for air until finally she peaked, daring to call out my name my name as she tensed and her body rocked with intense pleasure.  I stood there aching, needing and confused.  “You shouldn’t be here” I whispered.

Erin

Erin

Her mind and heart were racing at a breakneck speed.  It was hard for her to hold back a mounting scream as she was being stretched to perfection.  The smooth glide of yet another rigid man within her velvet heat was almost unbearable but no way in hell did she want it to stop.  Between pants and gasps she struggled to keep up with everything that was happening.  She looked down at the engorged cock she was fisting and smiled long and wide with a wicked and lusty grin.  She then leaned to her right and smashed her lips against yet another man’s mouth.  Her tongue flicked out and greedily searched for his, swallowing it hungrily when it finally entered her mouth. 

She was being consumed and abused from every angle possible and she loved every last dirty second of it.  Half an hour ago this was a room full of jokes, male pride and insinuations but now it was her fantasy and unheard of imaginings come true.  The dares came fast and quick and she matched each one with her own request.  She never thought it would lead to three men accomplishing her every carnal desire, all at the same time.  Her innocence was lost the moment she stepped into the room but she would have not guessed this was how the night would end up.

Monica

Monica

His calloused hand felt thick and perfect on her skin as it traced the curve of her exposed flesh.  She moistened at the hidden thought of him raising it up and quickly bringing it back down upon her ass with a solid thundering smack.  This was not the occasion for it though, soon enough maybe, but not today.  She intended to wind him up just enough and then leave him wanting.  She could not give into her need and allow her boss everything right away.  No he had to earn his soft touches and eventual satisfaction.  Today a bit of fondling her ass and a kiss, tomorrow maybe one hell of a blow job but in this tit for tat world it was all about moderation.  She had a lot to take from him and she intended on doing just that. 

Once his focus left her languid white thighs and found her summer sky blue eyes staring him down, she smiled lustily over her red painted lips and stood unflinching before him.  She waited as he debated his next move.  A few moments passed and when he had made up his mind to take her then, at that very moment, willing to disregard his surroundings, she leaned in and kissed him softly and then said “I have to go”.  With that she smoothed her skirt back down into place and headed for the door knowing full well the hungry beast she was leaving behind.  Before she left though, she turned and allowed him to drink her in once more.  “So I will see you tomorrow?” she asked.  Unable to respond he just nodded his head yes.  She smiled yet again, knowing he was hers to do with as she pleased, and then she turned and left the office, shutting the door softly behind her.

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