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

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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Lust Always Rings Twice

Lust Always Rings Twice

The bell did not seem to work so I knocked harder.  I was running behind and frustrated.  I was half tempted to just toss the package into the bush and then the door creaked open.  I had barely looked up, intending to get out of there as quick as possible, but that changed with one single glance. She stood there on red heels with her sheer night gown open, smiling at me.  I swallowed hard.  She spoke soft and honey filled.  “I think this delivery may take you a while.  Do you want to come in?”

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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.  

Daybreak

Daybreak

(A Tabitha Tale)

As the morning sun broke the grey shadows of our bedroom, she lay there, my naked brunette goddess, pressed against my leg running her fingers across my chest.  I could feel the heat of her mound pressed into my thigh and it made me even harder as I focused on the task at hand. Every now and then she stopped and played with my nipples.  She did this as she lay there watching me, studying my reaction.  She wanted to know what made me tick so she could do it again and again. She loved watching me touch myself in the morning.  Hell she loved it no matter what time of the day it was.  But today, it seemed she was hungry for me to burst from my rigid thickness.  Our fun was not always about sex with one another we really enjoyed the pleasure we could have and give to each other. 

Tabitha leaned into my ear and whispered a small question.  “Are you going to cum for me this morning?”  She knew damn well I was but I managed to grunt the response she wanted to hear as I concentrated on my cock.  I stroked myself fast and then slower, varying my speeds to hurry along my much needed relief.  She pulled me to her lips and kissed me as I lay there handling my girth.  She smiled and turned her head once again to watch as she slid her hand slowly from my chest, trailing a finger lightly on my skin, as she made her way to the base of my cock.  She had paused a bit on my tip, when I slowed my pace, to scoop a bit of the pre-cum that oozed from me.  I wanted so badly for her to bring it back to her tongue but she had other ideas. I was so dam close to exploding and I think she could tell because she smiled and watched more intently as my hands worked there magic on me.

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.