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.

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

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.

Lust Empire

Lust Empire

She was a delicate rose filled with the power of a goddess.  One breath and you were captured by her sweet smell of seduction.  He was hopelessly and willingly lost, hooked on her like a drug.  His days were never wasted when spent with this sexy secret he could never reveal.  Questions on morality fled the moment she locked those beautiful eyes on him laughing with spice.  Her sweet kisses made him a willing pawn, just as she had done so with many men before him, and certain to be, many men after. He is hers forever, completely.

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Flesh Sorority

Flesh Sorority

A taste of heaven spilled from her onto my tongue and I hungered for more.  It was like making love to a mirror, only the reflection was a naughtier version of me.  She knew just the right places to bite and lick.  Her touch was a mixture of feather and fire, artfully searching out my gasps and moans.  In 5 minutes she managed to do in bed with me more than most men in my life had ever accomplished.  She said we were forever bound as sisters in lust, and I easily agreed, once I caught my breath.

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Miranda

Miranda

Tabitha refilled their glasses with a burgundy red wine and returned to the couch. By the time the 4th bottle of wine was empty, they were all obviously feeling buzzed, more than likely drunk, and highly sexual. Miranda and Tabitha had both removed their shoes and were eyeing each other playfully as Aiden looked on with an uncontainable smile on his face.  Aiden excused himself to the bathroom and Tabitha offered to open another bottle while he was gone. "Oh, no thank you." Miranda replied.  “If I have anymore there is no way I am going to be able to give you the show you want my dear.” "Ok, well I will take our glasses and put them in the kitchen," Tabitha said as she stood on weak legs.  She was indeed a sight to behold as she walked away.  Miranda could not help but to admire her sexy round ass and how it looked and swayed in the red jeans she wore as she left the room.

As Tabitha walked back into the living room something animal in her was already screaming to get out. She was ready for the better part of the night to begin and she could tell so was Miranda. She walked up behind Miranda on the couch and slid her arms over her shoulders and down over her stomach, enjoying the sheer material of the blouse she had worn. Miranda opened her mouth just a bit and moaned at Tabitha’s sudden and unexpected touch, she leaned her head to one side allowing Tabitha access to kiss her softly on the neck and behind her ear.  Tabitha then pulled back and smiled staring into those wonderfully bright eyes.  “If I did not have another reason for you to be here tonight, you do realize, I would take you right here right now and keep you to myself.” She whispered as she made a show of looking Miranda up and down her incredibly sexy body.  “Mmmm. Yes indeed.  Perhaps another day though?” Miranda turned and looked deeply into Tabitha’s golden brown eyes as she posed the question.  Tabitha smiled and her eye’s smoldered.  “Another day for sure you sexy beast.  But for now I will be more than happy to watch you fuck my man.”  They both laughed and Miranda simply stated. “Your wish is my command”. Tabitha slowly stood up straight and slid her hands up Miranda’s chest and over her shoulders, and ran her fingernails through her hair. Miranda moaned again as Tabitha massaged her scalp with her fingers. "Let's you and I surprise Aiden," Tabitha whispered.  "Yes lets," Miranda sighed sexily.

Jennifer

Jennifer

He sat there on the couch, wide eyed and with a smile that stretched further than route 66 across America.  At one point he tossed his head back and moaned, not caring that the midday sun, shining bright and yellow, could have possibly blinded him for life.  He was experiencing bliss in the most of unexpected of ways.  There before him, happily upon her knees, was a crystal blue eyed vixen gifted just to him, just for his pleasure. 

Just a few hours ago, his girlfriend Tabitha was apologizing to him on the phone for not being around the last few days.  Work had taken her from him but he understood life was real and that things were not always easy. They both acknowledged their want and longing for one another, but he knew they could survive a few days without one another’s carnal touch.  “It’s ok babe. I understand.  We have all the time in the world to ravish one another this weekend or sometime next week.” He had told her this in a joking manner when they spoke even though he had dreaded the reality of that. Still Tabitha pressed on over the phone and swore she would make it up to him. 

What she meant by make it up to him was soon brought to life with a knock on the front door.  After he told her about the knock at the door Tabitha simply said, “Good, have fun for me babe.” And then hung up the phone before he could respond or ask any questions.  “That was odd.” He thought to himself as he headed to the front of the house to see who was knocking at this time of the day.  “So much for working from home in peace”, he thought to himself.  He walked to the door, opened it, and was surprised to find one of Tabitha’s good friends standing there, rather than the postman or the someone he expected to be there trying to sell him something.   She was smiling big with her perfect pearly white toothed grin, one that most men were drawn to instantaneously, wearing a cute flowered yellow sundress that came really high up on her thigh. For a short moment he lost his train of thought and just sort of marveled at the beauty who stood before him.  

Tangled

Tangled

(A Tabitha Tale)

She lay naked pressed against me.  Her soft pale silken skin, lit by the moonlight, felt wonderful as she writhed within my arms.  First it was her fingers caressing, searching for her wet hello, and then she gasped as I watched her play, finding her intended want.  I smiled and whispered into her ear, coaxing her on and she responded with sexiest little moans.  I found heaven on earth the moment she was comfortable enough to explore herself while I witnessed her pleasure.  

There we lay upon her bed in the dead of night. The fan blowing just enough to cool our overheated bodies.  I kissed her as she looked up at me and smiled.  It was brief for then she was lost, once again returning to focus on her fingers that played between her legs.  Somewhere between our wet kisses and her grinding her bare ass against my rigid cock, the sensual quiet was broken by a new sound.  It was a sound that could both be heard and felt.  A gentle whir of delight was about to send my love into a frenzy as she squirmed within my arms.

I smiled, knowing full well what that sound was.  Leaning over her right shoulder I was able to get a view of the pink perfection that now penetrated my love.  With the first touch against her already over stimulated clit, her body tensed and she arched her back into me.  A simple and soft yes escaped her lips and I nearly lost myself there.  I wanted her so very bad but I also wanted what was happening. I resisted the urge to flip her over and impale her with my girth and continued to watch as she caressed her heat with her vibrator.

Dreams

Dreams

I was dreaming.  I found myself floating, bathed in bright light and mist, and my skin was on fire.  Not a bad fire, but rather the kind you want more and more of.  I saw her fade in and out of the fog, oh so many different beautiful versions of her.  Every memory I had captured of this radiant beauty flooded my view.  Her bright wide smile and open mouth laugh.  Her cinnamon milk chocolate brown eyes staring deep into me.  Her sway as she walked away from me while looking back over her shoulder, taunting me knowingly.  I knew I was dreaming but I had no plans on waking up anytime soon. Eventually my imagination took over, turning very real memories into amazing fantasies.  She was there yet again in ways I could only hope she would be.  I could feel her as I slipped into her warmth, as she knelt above me smiling.  I could hear gasp as she shuttered a bit leaning down into me.  Her hair ran across my bare chest and it felt so very real.  I enjoyed its feather like touch as she bounced atop me. It was electric. 

Tabitha

Tabitha

The trip up the stairs was miserable.  It had been a long day and all I could think about was how comfortable my bed would be.  As luck would have it, after an extra few hours more than expected at work, unpaid I might add, I came to find the elevator in my apartment building was out.  It really made me wonder why I had chosen to live on the 5^th floor.  I was by no means an out of shape individual.  I woke up every other morning around 6 a.m. and I ran at least 3 to 5 miles. But the stairs today were kicking my ass.  I was exhausted. 

Granted it was my own fault because I had stayed up last night, on the phone, till well past my bed time.  I could not help it though.  The voice on the other end of the line was addicting.  Her laughter was like a drug I could not get enough of.  We were literarily a bad version of some 1980’s John Hughes movie where she was twirling the phone chord in her fingers kicking her feet off the bed and I was tossing a ball against the ceiling trying to be a bit more macho than I was.  The thought of this made me laugh as I climbed the stairs slowly.

When I was on level three my phone chimed and I wanted any excuse to stop the slow drained trudge up the stairs.  I was almost there and to be honest I was being a bit of baby but hey no one was around to see it and I really didn’t care.  If you could have seen me, you would have thought I was like one of those 4 or 5 years olds who didn’t want to go to school.  I wasn’t throwing a fit but I was sure as heck taking forever to make it to the bus stop.  So I stopped and fished my phone out of my pocket. Instantly I smiled.  It was my syrup tongued fantasy from last night.  We had been taunting each other mercilessly now for weeks. 

Dakota

Dakota

She stared at me with her roasted coffee dark eyes, while I sat there trembling, recovering from the revelation of my crumbled world.   She knew not to dirty the silence with useless words.  The shadows danced around us colored in shades of soft grey and fluffy white as I watched her watching me.  My pain slowly slipped away, as we sat there so close to one another in that early morning lit room.  She was the escape from a broken heart I so desperately needed, but yet, as often as she soothed my ache, it was never carnal.  She lent a perfect ear and it didn’t hurt that she was so fucking beautiful. 

Often I found myself craving those full luscious lips of hers.  They just begged for my bite and still, I truly loved another.  She was just a far-fetched fantasy.  It wasn’t until today that I realized, during the many times she listened to my world of love, lust and despair, that held no room for her, she was patiently waiting.  She refused to be a whim.  She refused to be an escape.  She refused to not be the total focus.

Willow

Willow

She giggled every stumbling step she made as I walked behind her carefully steadying her progress.  When we finally reached the bedroom she turned and paused, staring into my eyes.  “I love you baby.” she whispered.  “I know you do.” I responded quietly as a wide smile flashed across my face.  “And I love you.”  We were at the close of another of our popular wine a cheese parties and it seems my wife may have had just a bit too much red wine this time around. 

As we drew closer to our bed she nearly flew into it, launching herself the last few feet in the air and flopping with a muffled thud onto the comforter that lay on top.  She laughed uncontrollably and rolled over, once again staring at me seemingly lost in thought.  As I reached out and began removing her black lace high heels her laughter quieted and the smile on her face faded.  “You are so good to me.” She slurred a bit as she said this.  “You are worth every ounce of my time sweetie.” I replied as my heart fluttered. 

I could not believe how lucky I was to be married to this simply radiant and somewhat drunk women that lay before me.  Her blue eyes glinted with the glaze of intoxication and she was yet again smiling.  “Will you help me?” she purred.  “I am.” I said.  “Will you help me out of my dress?”  She said as she squirmed to the edge of the bed and stood up.  I licked my lips at the sight of her.  She had turned with her back toward me and motioned to the zipper at the top of her gorgeous form fitting black dress.  I reached out and moved her long raven hair to the side so that it would not get in the way and I slowly slid the zipper along the curve of her back allowing my eyes to enjoy every bit of her as I did this.

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.

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.

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.