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.

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.

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. 

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.

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. The ache of her knees on the gritty floor became almost unbearable, her body taut with need and the absence of what was expected, owed, silently demanded. When she could take no more, right as she was about to break, a subtle warmth bloomed within her. 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