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.

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.

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.  

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. 

Isobel

Isobel

She wanted him. She wanted to run her hands over his body, to feel his muscles tremble beneath her touch. He played the gentleman with his manners but his eyes betrayed his need. She slowly and deliberately removed her barely there soft cotton top, pausing slightly before the big reveal. He mumbled a less than audible “You shouldn’t be doing this” and then licked his dry lips. After she pulled on the last of the string and let the cloth of her shirt fall to side allowing him full view of her almond brown breasts and light chocolate kissed nipples, she stepped toward him. He tried to take a step back but there was nowhere to go. She smiled and knelt in front of him. All he managed to say was “Fuck” as she loosened his belt. “Oh we will do that and so much more” she said as she palmed his heat. She was desperate to taste him on her lips, to feel his length pass over tongue. When she made contact he jerked forward and his body stiffened with her kiss. The muscles in his legs seemed stronger than steel and it was their guess which of them wanted this more. She grabbed his shaft already slickened by her velvet wet mouth and worked it in a rhythm she knew was just perfect according to his grunts. His rapid but steadied breathing skipped when with her other hand she cupped his hot and tight balls. She looked up at him with her doe eyes and managed just enough of a smile to send him over the edge. He sent her first reward of the night into the back of her throat and she swallowed greedily knowing she would be getting more soon enough.

Thomas Aiden

The Sin Series

Temptation has many names

033

Photo Title: Unkown

Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: Unknown

Location of Work:  Unknown

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.

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.

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.

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?”

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.

Couples Therapy

"Couples Therapy"

I almost didn’t care that she was lying there upon me with her full weight, unable and unwilling to move.  Let’s be honest I was just as spent as she was, but the nagging pain I was experiencing was becoming unbearable.  Finally, and with a bit of her moaned protest, I managed the strength to shift her over just enough, freeing the press of her body from against my now flaccid manhood and the zipper of my jeans.  I knew I would come to regret waiting so long but there was no doubt in my mind it would be just another bruise or scratch on one of our bodies, hers or mine, that had come from the last few hours we had experienced with one another.

What had begun as a mere flirtation had exploded into full on carnal war.  The house was a mess; broken glass and other objects were strewn about everywhere.  As I looked around the room with lazy eyes, admiring her wrath and my desire, I paused on a now broken chair.  It was one of those 1960’s love seats that was not quite large enough to hold two people but begged for more than one person to sit in it.  As I stared at it I laughed aloud, enjoying the fact that we were responsible for its current state.  Two of the legs were gone and it rested in a very odd 90 degree angle.  She swiveled her head around and rested it on my chest as she attempted to see what I was laughing at.  When her gaze mirrored mine, she too laughed in spite of having very little strength.  I loved the way the sounds and her chuckles felt as they tickled across my chest.

Witness

Witness

She looked around the room and bit her lip nervously.  She was a bit hesitant with all those eyes trained upon her.  She looked at each of the guys that sat there, briefly making eye contact with each one of them.  First John’s searing blue blinked back at her while being chased by one of his big smiles, and then came Dan’s soft chocolate brown ones.  She could tell he was just as nervous as she was the way he was fidgeting.  That was to be expected coming from one of the quietest of their friends.  She found Mark’s hungry eyes next and her heart skipped a little.  Of all their friends he was by far the sexiest.  He had always had that five O’clock shadow that never seemed to get too long; the kind most women imagine brushing up against their soft thighs, tickling them in an almost primal kind of way.  After the longest look yet she finally found his.  The eyes she fell in love with. They were a golden green that held scattered flecks of brown and blue.  These were the eyes that drove her lust and her willingness to do anything for him.  This is why she was here now, on display.  He raised an eyebrow as if to say “Go on” and her breath quickened at the very thought of pleasing him.

Slowly she ran her hands down the sides of her stomach until they came to rest upon the cotton of her panties.  Her heart raced faster and faster as she leaned back against the table.  She had always been an exhibitionist but this was to be the first time she would do this around people she knew and with his permission.  She hooked her fingers underneath the waistband of her soft white biking briefs and proceeded to peel and roll away the last bit of mystery for any of these men watching, except of course him.  He had on numerous occasions witnessed her writhing in pleasure before him.   As she trailed the cloth down her thighs exposing herself to everyone she could hear a few of them sucking in their breaths, marveling at her daring and erotic risk.  She bent over a bit further pushing her panties past her thighs and then let them drop noiselessly to the ground.  She moistened the moment she knew they all could see her.

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.

Vanessa

Vanessa

“Never?” I asked her sitting up a bit straighter.  She blushed and hesitated a bit but responded in turn, “Nope, I’ve never done it.”  That was our conversation nearly half an hour ago before we arrived here at this point.  Vanessa and I had been friends for a few years now and while I was on the dating circle she was in steady, boring relationship.  We had a lot in common but love and romance was not one of those things.  I was not her type by any means and she was not the girl for me.  We got a long like lifelong childhood friends but that was about it.  The only thing we did heatedly with one another was argue about the latest trends in politics or which bar had the best beer selection in town.  It’s Hanging Man’s Pub for the record by but I digress and need to get back to the present.

“Fuck that feels good.” Vanessa said to me as she watched me in the reflection of the mirror.  I was not about to argue with her.  It felt pretty damn good to me too.  Slowly I slid my thickness in and out of her tight wet cunt and she moaned.  “God now I know why all of those trollops you sleep with put up with you being such an asshole.” She said this as she ground back into me harder, pushing me deeper inside of her heat.  I should probably mention that at this very moment my thumb is also buried up to the second knuckle in her asshole.  “It doesn’t hurt does it?” I ask her as I work my finger in and out.  “Nope not at all” she says smiling at me once again through the mirror.  Vanessa had wanted it there so she could watch this was one of our deals.  I had no problem obliging with that request.

Kelsey

Kelsey

Slowly she peels away her clothes. Eyes painted gold and lust on her lips she teases with each movement making me wonder what will vanish next.  Biting her lip after she whispers “I want you.”  She plays the perfect victim, waiting for me to feast on her desire. 

Seconds pass as our hearts race.  In moments she is pressed against the door, hands raised above her, my breath heavy on her neck. “Don’t move.” I command as I kneel in front of her.  Her legs spread as my tongue navigates her thighs nibbling my way up to her moistness.  Delicately I shift her panties to the side.  She moans softly as I flick her clit with my tongue, swallowing her passion.  She grinds into my hungry mouth knowing, wanting, expecting more.

As she shudders and small ripples of pleasure course over her I rise offering her my tongue so that she tastes herself.  Greedily she accepts it as I pin her tense arms above her head yet again.  Any moment now the door she is pressed against could open yet care and caution have been tossed to the wind.

Biting her neck I lower one hand to find my buckle.  Her breath catches when she realizes how far we are going.  It was tease and quick passion no longer.  She gasps as I ease into her, one slow inch at a time.  She involuntarily responds by lifting a leg, allowing my cock to enter her completely.  “We shouldn’t “  She whispers as her skirt hides the depth of our games.  “Don’t move your arms.” I whisper into her ear.  She does as she is told.

It Takes More Than a Smile

It Takes More Than a Smile

Tanith Blinn 

(Escaping Ordinary)

It had been a really long day and Tanith was just happy to finally be home.  As she shut the door behind her she smiled at the thought of the weekend that lay ahead.  Tanith flopped on her bed and kicked off her pink sandals while flipping through her phone.  She spied Karl’s number and hit send.  After a few rings his voice mail picked up and Tanith left a breathy message.  “Hey there Karl, I hope you’re not avoiding me, we had a deal”.  With that she hung up and laughed quietly to herself.  Tanith would have the place all to herself for the evening since her roommate was off on some seduction of her own and she was determined to take advantage of it.  Tanith had been talking to Karl for quite some time now.  Actually it was more like she had been using him for quite some time.  Karl was a quiet, unassuming, kind of guy.  He was cute in a shabby, book smart, geeky kind of way and Tanith knew how to exploit every aspect of that.  Knowing how to use her body and feminine charm she had Karl wrapped around her finger in no time after they first met.  Since then he had been doing her school work for her now for nearly her entire senior year at the university; all just for the chance to hang out with Tanith and her roommate a few evenings a week.  It was that or he was stuck in a dank dorm room with his D&D friends.

 

Every once in a while when Tanith sensed Karl was getting restless or tiring of doing her work, with no true reward, she would throw him a bone of sorts.  Tanith was very comfortable in her own skin so she had no problem parading around her dorm room in her boy-cut panties and a lacey camisole while Karl worked.  This always seemed to get his willingness to finish her homework back into gear.  Just for good measure she would lean over his shoulder, brushing against him to feign looking over the hard work being done for her. Tanith would even whisper some sort of encouraging remark into his ear to help his motivation along.  As of late it seemed these methods were beginning to falter and Tanith could not afford to lose her workhorse now, especially with a 50 page end of term paper due in two weeks.  She was trying to complete her undergrad in English with an emphasis on Creative Writing.  Tanith had planned to attend Antioch University next year to start her Masters of Fine Arts in Creative Writing but she was too bored with the current curriculum to really focus on it.  By no means was Tanith incapable of achieving this goal it was actually quite the opposite for her.  She was destined to be the next great author and possibly Poet Laureate but in the meantime she needed to jump through the right hoops to reach that point and that’s where Karl came in.  Karl did Tanith’s work as she passed the time enjoying university life and everyone was happy, at least until recently.   As the school year progressed Karl’s desire to help her dwindled.  The old tricks were not working and if Tanith really wanted to get on with her life she would have to pull out all the stops.

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.