Showing posts with label Stranger. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stranger. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

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.

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Cristina


Cristina

We had met Cristina online.  Well to be honest I met her online but it was my wife’s idea.  We had been toying with the thought of inviting another woman into our bed for quite some time and then suddenly the chips all fell into place.  Cristina was a bit of sexual freak herself always asking questions and talking about what she wanted to try but admitting to never quite finding the courage to do so.  She hid behind the computer screen just like a million other sex starved and curious people do, myself included.

Recently I found myself stepping beyond my normal electronic adventures with Cristina and she willingly played along.  Soon we were discussing a chance to actually meet one another. I think she was more interested in my wife to be honest, but who was I to complain right?  She had always wanted to experience a threesome but just never could quite build up the strength to participate in one.  Besides how do you arrange something like that? You can’t just go up to one of your friends and say hey can I join you and your husband in bed.  Well maybe on some occasions you could but who was willing to take that risk?  It seems in the world of erotica and online forums you can easily find what you are looking for, even when you don’t know you are looking for it.

Sunday, August 11, 2013

Typical

My want for her started with those long ivory pale legs and only managed to burn more when I stepped into her apartment.  She wasn't the typical lipstick, shoe buying, everything must be pink girl I was used to using.  Flashing her “I give a fuck smile” while making some comment about having no ice; she offered me a chipped glass which she filled with Jack Daniels.  I took it without hesitation and watched her as she crossed her almost empty room intent on music.  When she pulled out Elvis on vinyl I knew I had met my destruction. 


Photo Title: Dancing Shoes
Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: Suga Rush
Location of Work:  deviantArt

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Thursday, August 8, 2013

Glass Cages

"Glass Cages"

We always pretended

Never noticing
But knowing

Each day

We lingered longer at our windows
In all stages of dress
Feigning interest in the world outside
But we knew why we were there
Like clockwork
Her husband’s car started
Fading into the distance
And our dance would begin

Naked
Her
Hungry
Me
Neither surrendering to truth
Admiring form the corners of our eyes
We displayed our want
And swallowed our sins

Morning slipped into noon sometimes
And still we leered
Days, weeks and months
Safe behind our windows we teased
With a few feet separating our desire
Glass framing our assets
Resistance cracking
So close to shattering

The perfect distance
Was destroyed the instant
Our gaze actually met
Locking in on one another

Silence fell
Our breaths held
We knew the foreplay was over
No longer would it be window games

My heart skipped as she mouthed the words

Come over


By
Thomas Aiden


Sunday, July 21, 2013

Go

The grey soft light of morning faded as she taunted me with her smile.  She rolled last night’s used stockings over her sex stained legs preparing for the new day, or at least the trip home.  I sat and watched this beauty move, craving more of her.  At least she wasn't sneaking out but I was sad that the first words of my day where her whispering “I have to go.”  When she was finally a complete used version of the woman who seduced me last night she left me with a kiss that burned my lips and memories.


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Saturday, July 20, 2013

A Day at the Office

A Day at the Office


The Renaissance of Sarah Frost
(Her Secret Second Chances)

Sarah pulled into the parking garage and went all the way to the top as she was told, parking her car in the very last stall.  When she stepped out with her red heels and closed the door behind her she couldn't help but smile.  While driving up she had noticed there wasn't a single car for the at least the last four maybe five stories of the garage.  She began walking down the ramps, one by one, ignoring the stairs as she went.  She knew he was watching her with every step and she didn't want to disappoint him.  He had told her not to take the stairs.

Michael watched as she walked down each ramp.  He couldn't help but admire her curves, the way they swayed back and forth as she maneuvered down each incline.  The outfit she had on was amazing.  She had everything he asked for down to the large pearl necklace and big white sunglasses.  The hip hugging white dress was accentuated by a brilliant red scarf.  It was as if she had stepped out of a GQ magazine or a Black House White Market catalog.  She was magnificent with her shoulder length curls and glossy red lipstick.  When she finally began passing actual people men’s heads turned from every direction to catch a glimpse.  Michael smiled with a wide grin knowing they could only stare because today she was here just for him.  He drew the blinds shut as he stepped away from the window and returned to his desk to patiently wait.

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Forget

She sat naked with distance in her eyes talking about what she longed for.  I barely knew her, yet I found her to be wholly perfect.  I traced my fingers along her caramel slender legs savoring the feel of her skin.  A sad sexy smile broke through her thoughts when I uttered promises of how I wanted to give her everything she ever wanted.  She leaned over kissing me. Our tongues danced as I pulled her into my lap.  “For now” she whispered, “I want you to take me.”  So I did, helping her to forget the world outside.


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Friday, July 5, 2013

Zipper

She gasped at how brazen I was.  We had gone from sneaking soft kisses in a dark corner to my hands tracing her now naked back.  She whispered that she was not normally like this as I coaxed her to raise her arms.  “I know,” I said never having met before tonight.  I gently nudged her forward and her mouth opened as her dress fell to the floor.  I could smell her excitement and quickly pounced, running my fingers across her heat.  “I really don’t.” was the last thing she managed before I covered her mouth with mine.


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Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Cardio Day

Cardio Day

Workouts with Anna
(Exercising The Mind, Body and Soul)


Part One
(The Warm Up)

Today was the day, she thought to herself with a devilish smile.  Anna had been preparing herself for this moment for the last six months and now all her hard work would finally pay off.  As she walked into the gym numerous heads turned to watch her every step.  She was no doubt the most alluring woman in the place.  Her heels clicked on the floor echoing her path toward the female locker rooms.   A pencil grey pinstriped skirt tightly hugged her curves with each step and a simple tight form fitting button up three quarter length white shirt helped to accentuate her best assets.  Her hips, her ass, her breasts were all on show and she had made sure of that.  Now she did all she could to pretend she didn't know anyone was watching, but she knew better.

As she sat on the bench in the locker room peeling off her work clothes she watched as a timid flabby girl walked by.  Anna thought to herself, “I was once you honey and soon you won’t be all that timid if you keep working at it”.  Quickly and determined she changed into her work out clothes, locked her foot locker and hastily, with water bottle in hand, headed for the ellipticals.

The gym, as most seem to do, conveniently staggers the treadmills right in front of all the mirrors and weight lifting benches.  It almost seems as if they are intended to put whoever is on them on display.  Anna planned to use this to her advantage today.  As she headed toward her favorite strider she couldn't help but make eye contact with her regular favorite, and sometimes fantasy, guy.  It was the whole reason she was here today.  So much so she had been timing this chance for the last week.  She had no idea what his name was. All she knew was he would be here at this time of day.  He was your standard romance novel hunk with a twist though.  A firefighter by day, she knew this because often she watched for him coming into the gym, he had tattoos that were well hidden until he was working out.  Anna took this to mean he was a bit adventurous under that calm cool and perfectly sculpted exterior.  “The fun is about to start”, she thought to herself.

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Reciprocity

As I blink into existence she pounces with electric hellos.  Distance does not keep her tongue and lustful words from being perfectly placed. My palm mimics her desires and her fingers duplicate my need.  Sinful glimpses into each other’s dull world, one pixel at a time make each passing day worth it.  We kiss one another every night never touching lips.  She is my desire and my tragedy.  I have fucked her so many times and so many ways and she is always willing and wanting for more.  She knows how she teases yet I am her escape too.


Photo Title: Stripes Laptop
Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: Function Curve
Location of Work:  deviantArt

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Thursday, June 6, 2013

Sudden

I stood there in shock.  He told me he wanted me the moment his hands were on me.  Eyes wide, I didn’t resist him.  He was rough as he covered my mouth and I grew wet with want.  How could I react this way I thought panicked.  I can’t want this.  My body betrayed me the moment he palmed my mound, his fingers searching for my moisture.  He asked if I was going to be quiet now and I simply shook my head yes grinding hard into his hand.  I no longer cared about anything save for my lust.


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Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Someone Else

His hands are tight on my hips. He is near, but I want mine.  His determination increases and I pull away focused on my own touch.  Erotic pictures of strange men pass through my mind and I smile as I near my own satisfaction.  The slap of our bodies together increases and our sounds drown me in a lustful symphony of sex.  I see another man as the waves of pleasure begin to take hold and latch on to him.  With one final grunt he is spent but it is enough to send me over the edge.


Photo Title: Push
Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: Geheimnis Bild
Location of Work:  deviantArt

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Thursday, May 23, 2013

Acquiesce

Sliding your hands under my skirt you watch for my shock.  I should have known when you came in and locked the door you had wicked on your mind.  I knew you were a flirt but this assumption is unfair and wrong.  I feel you press against my mound and I am angry and so very wet.  I begin to protest but you stop me with harsh words, “shut the fuck up.”  And I listen.  My mind is racing with “why” and “stop it” but I only moan and wait for your next wonderful assault on my growing need.


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Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Celine

She stood there knowing full well the view I had.  I could tell by the wicked smile that she flashed as she stared down at me biting her lip.  Moments ago I was lost in the daze of an afternoon nap, laying on the green grass of the park.  She quietly said hello while I drank in her curves and the fact that she was bare beneath that slightly hiked cotton dress.  “May I join you?” she asked coyly as she got her knees next to me.  Who was I to refuse being nice to an eager woman.


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Thursday, April 25, 2013

Slip

She froze with shock as her top slid down exposing her plump breast and pink protruding nipple.  Neither of us spoke as I my eyes danced back and forth from her face to her displayed arousal.  She apologized moving to adjust her blouse and I stopped her.  Taking a step forward I cupped her in my hand bowing my head and pressed my lips to her nipple.  I could hear her breath catch as I traced over her pert bud with my tongue and thumb.  Her “I don’t think” was cut off when I tugged the other one free.


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Thursday, April 11, 2013

Unsure

“Touch me” she whispered as she lay there waiting for me.  I looked at my key to make sure I had the right room, my room, and I did.  “Are you just going to stand there or are you going to close the door” she asked.  I slowly closed the door behind me unsure of what to do next.  I guess I took too long.  She ran her long fingers down the length of her body while smiling and said “Fine I will start without you” as she found her heat and circled it as I watched open mouthed.


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Thursday, March 21, 2013

Vanilla

She stood there, mouth open, caught between the morning sun and the UV bulb of the fridge.  “Who eats ice cream this early in the morning?” I asked, my eyes tracing her gorgeous pale skin, from her small breast to her dark panties.  When she wasn’t in bed I had assumed the mystery girl from last night had simply snuck out escaping her drunken mistake.  Now we stood a foot away from one another in the kitchen. “Before we go back to bed I have to know something” she said smiling.  “Tell me you have more than just vanilla.” 


Photo Title: OH...I Like some ice cream
Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: Britalicus
Location of Work:  deviantArt

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Thursday, November 8, 2012

Connected


Her heart quickens the moment she signs in.  Her finger taps scream out across the endless electric world in need of his typed hello and dirty words.  She has been waiting for this all day; finally alone, she wants the sin of his commands.  She is naked, exposed, willing for his pleasure and her abuse.  Anonymity gave her the courage to reveal everything now her days are spent trying to get here.  She moistens the moment he reaches out from the abyss of a blank white screen. He simply says “how is my baby girl?” and she just smiles.


Photo Title: Beauvoir self-shot
Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Poster: Tommo The Tog
 Location of Work: deviantArt 


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Tuesday, October 16, 2012

A Visitor


"A Visitor"
Sarah lay naked on the bed, nervous and careful not to make a sound. The silk of the sheets kissed the length of her body as her heart raced nearly pounding out of her chest. There was a slight noise and she strained to hear, listening intently for him or for any sound. There was nothing. The red scarf tied around her eyes slipped just a tad allowing some of the mid day to creep in and she quickly moved to tighten it. As darkness engulfed her once again she smiled knowing she wanted this. Mere moments ago she had hung up the phone after listening to all of his commands and rushed to prepare. Now she waited wet and wanton for him to have his way with her. This was to be her first experience of this sort and she wanted to do it just right. Sarah and the guy down the hall in apartment 8C had been playing an erotic game of cat and mouse for the past few weeks, never actually making any sort of physical contact and it had been driving them both insane. The thing that elevated the experience to an even more risqué level was the fact that they were both happily married. It was a complete beastial attraction they shared with one another, nothing more, but they had not dared to act on any of it, at least not until today.

The rules were simple for Sara. Talk very little, keep the blindfold on at all times, no touching, no kissing. Simply just take him into her and grind until he came. She could do that Sarah thought to herself. Or could she? Questions raced through her head as the actual moment drew nearer. What was she doing? What if her husband came home? What if she chickened out? What if…her questions were lost instantly when she heard the familiar squeak of the door. Sarah held her breath as she heard the click of the lock and then the dead bolt clack shut. Immediately she grew even more anxious and moist. There was no turning back now she thought. She wanted to do this. To please her new master. Master what a crazy thought. Mere months ago she would have frowned upon any one who liked that kind of stuff or better yet she might have cried foul and moved on to another topic. Today was different though. The last few weeks had been immensely intense, releasing a side of her she never knew or thought existed. She wanted to be told what to do. She wanted to be owned, commanded. She was ready and he was just the man to do it.

Friday, October 5, 2012

Dry Heat


"Dry Heat"

He sat there staring at his radar gun fuming.  He had never been so angry in his life.  He had just got off the phone with his wife after another typical 10 minute argument and he had no way to vent.  He sat there staring out into the flatland desert highway. The road went for miles and there was nobody on it.  “Why the hell had he even considered moving to New Mexico” he thought to himself. As if on cue he was reminded by the text he got at that very moment. It was the wife, again, telling him not forget the milk when he came home.  “Yep, she’s the reason why I moved to this god forsaken place” he said out loud to no one.  His radio cracked and he picked it up.  “This is Officer Lloyd” he responded.  After a few minutes of back and forth with dispatch he was again sitting there angry. They had just extended his shift another two hours.  He would be staring at this flat road for quite some time today.
She was racing along the road bored to death.  There was no radio reception out here and after listening to the only cd she had in the car nearly 10 times in a row she would rather have the sound of the wind blowing through her hair than hear the Eagles “Hotel California” one more goddamned time.  A road trip from Texas to California was not her idea of a great vacation but she had a thing about flying and this was the only way.  It was even more a downer that her A.C. was out and so she had to deal with open windows and asphalt heat. At one point when passing through West Texas she thought to herself “This has got to be the most boring place to drive on earth”.  Now that she was cruising across bottom of New Mexico she realized just how wrong she was.  She felt like screaming but didn’t bother because there was no one around to hear it.
“Next time I do this, remind me to bring a friend” Cherie said out loud.  At one point she had even contemplated tying her bra to the steering wheel to keep it straight while she took a nap.  As flat and treeless as this highway was she could well have gotten away with it.  Common sense got the better of her though.  “Lord, please! When will this end?” she screamed.  She had been driving for at least an hour now with nobody else in site.  When she pulled into a small town about 100 miles or so back the gas station attendant there told her make sure her tank was full and that she had lots of water, the Arizona border was a long way off.  Cherie drove a bit further when something caught her eye on the horizon.  It wasn’t a tree because there was no such thing here.  After a few more miles she was able to make out what she was seeing.  It was a car off to the side of the road.  As she got closer she then realized it was a patrol car of some sort.  She glanced down at her speedometer and a wry smile crossed her face.  “At least I may get to have a little fun in the armpit of America” she said to herself as she stepped harder on the gas taking the car even further over the speed limit.  Little did she know just how much fun she was going to have.