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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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.

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?”

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

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.

Thomas Aiden

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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.

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.

Thomas Aiden

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Misty

Misty

She had been working at my restaurant for almost four years now.  I remember how excited she was the day she turned 16 and could finally get what she called a “Real” job.  I hired her as a favor to one of my closest friends and she had been around ever since.  I figured like most young girls her age she would quit pretty quick, once the drama of high school and real life absorbed her time, but to my surprise she didn't.
 

Graduation came and went and still Misty stayed.  She was struggling with the costs of the local college and so I stuck her behind the bar with a bit of a raise.  You know for the sake of friends and all that.  Each evening when she was not looking I padded her tip jar with some of my own cash in an effort to help her along. I kind of felt a bit responsible for her now after four years. She soon grew into a smart sexy woman right before my very eyes, easily manipulating all the boys who came around for drinks.  Because of her my business doubled and I was now the hottest night spot for all the local college kids. The restaurant became secondary to the bar and I quickly expanded it.

Faith

Faith

The irony of her explicit religious beliefs and her name was not lost on me as she stood there taunting me with her untouched sex. I wondered to myself how someone so innocent could be wearing that barely there string and lace seduction beneath her plain vanilla clothes. She was pure as the driven snow and just as pale with steel grey eyes and a soft pink unsure smile, standing there biting her lower lip, waiting for me to give her reason. As she struggled with a moment of fog I fed her feelings of anger and spite. Who was I to sway her from her current desires? “I’ve never done this before” she spoke quietly as doubt and her morals crept slowly back inside of her head. Anyone who knew me understood I was not about to let this beauty go to waste on reality checks and good senses.

 I stoked her anger by mentioning his name and why she was a grown woman who did not have to wait for anyone, especially him. It was a wicked move for me to make but it was also the checkmate I had wanted. The doubt in her eyes vanished only to be replaced by fire and determination. She quickly closed the last steps between us with need. As her body collided with mine and her hot flesh pressed against me, electricity tingled down my every pore and I smiled into her sweet fragrant hair knowing I had triumphed where he had failed. “One man’s mistake is another’s advantage.” I thought to myself smiling quietly. “Sometimes you just gotta have faith.” When I unhooked her bra and allowed her breast to come tumbling out she gasped and purred and I knew at that moment she was mine and would not be turning back.

Thomas Aiden

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Piper

Piper

I was not allowed to touch.  She had very strict rules. This didn't mean I didn't try to bend them every so often.  Still, save for a stolen kiss in the heat of some moment every now and then I never did manage to break her.  I would ask myself why I ran the risk and even bothered and then realized because of days like this.  Her husband had left a couple of hours ago and now here I was seated at her request watching her fingers dance beneath the cotton of her briefs.  She knew she easily captured me.  She knew that she could dangle me along a line of rope for years and I would willingly allow it. Always hoping that one day her resolve to cross that final line of sin would snap and then I would ravish her and sate my desire for her. 

So today I sat hoping, as I have many times before, watching her fingers trace her naked exposed flesh and disappear into her pink wet mound.  I could smell her want in the air.  I watched her as she writhed on the bed in front of me.  She would occasionally open her half shut eyes to make sure I was still there or not getting to close and then smile, drifting back into her own pleasure filled adventure.  When she peaked she teased me further by saying my name a few times, that always sent a shiver down my spine.  I wanted her so bad and she knew it.  When she was done she smiled knowing the torture she caused and then stood naked and glowing only to quietly and cruelly show me to the door so that she could go on about her day.

Thomas Aiden

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Jordan

Jordan

I didn't mind being Jordan’s spite fuck.  I knew that’s all I was for her.  It’s not every day the daughter of a Baptist preacher invites me into her bedroom.  The reason was hard to fathom or why me but who was I to argue. So needless to say I went easily and willingly.  The fact she asked me over on a Sunday was my first clue amongst many others.  This is why I wore loose clothes and kept my shoes near the bed.  As she peeled away her panties offering me a long look at her fruits she asked me to mouth her honey sweet syrup.  I could only smile at the delight she was lying before me and quickly obliged.

 

After about 45 minutes of my body and hers pressed against one another in so many various ways we both came back to earth when we heard noise down stairs.  I looked at the clock above the bed that and noted it said 11:30.  Right on time I thought to myself.  She said something about her dad being home feigning shock. Her acting was atrocious to be honest but as I said before I knew what I was getting into.  I stood and calmly began dressing.  As I did this we both smiled at one another.  I looked her over once more admiring her perfect brown skin and the white mess I had left all over it.  “I take it I should be using your window to leave huh?” I asked.  She purred a simple mhm and didn’t move. 

As footfalls grew louder I heard a voice call out for Jordan.   I lifted the window and began to slide out but was stopped for a moment by her calling out to me.  “At least go slow enough so he can see you.”  I laughed in spite of my situation and quietly waited.  She really was a cruel girl.  When her bedroom door opened I watched as her father came in.  Jordan simply said “Hi Daddy.” He took one look at her and then toward me.  Our eyes locked briefly and note he still had his white collar on as I slipped out the window.  I was gone in a flash.  Smiling as I rounded the corner at the end of block and headed for my car whispering as I ran “Damn you Jordan.”

Thomas Aiden

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