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. 

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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Office Wife

Office Wife

He leaned in close, reaching for a coffee mug.  I could smell his cologne and it drove me wild.  He said good morning with a devilish smile and that baritone voice that shook my body.  Half an hour ago I had kissed my husband goodbye and now I melted for this man’s hello. I walked away from him with an intentional hip sway, knowing his eyes were glued to my red dress curves. I locked the door and turned around.  “No one will be in till 9 today.” He smiled and put his cup down reaching for me.

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Pagan

Pagan

She loved playing with names and men.  By day she was simple and demur, but when the sun went down, she was a vixen with an appetite for the unspeakable.  This wasn’t the first time I chose to be her toy, nor would it be the last.  Once, we used a red velvet rope, another time we ended up pressed against a glass window seven stories up for all the world to see, and even more salacious, was the time in the park on 4^th street in broad daylight.  I’ll never look at that park bench the same again. 

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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. 

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.