Caitlyn

Caitlyn

She waited. The clock moved as if it were sticky sweet molasses dripping from a bottle in the cold arctic air. The quiet of the room only broke with her nervous breathing. The ache of her knees on the gritty floor became almost unbearable, her body taut with need and the absence of what was expected, owed, silently demanded. When she could take no more, right as she was about to break, a subtle warmth bloomed within her. She knew this is what he wanted. Then, he whispered, “Hello my Toy”, breaking the silence.

Thomas Aiden

The Sin Series

Temptation has many names

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Photo Title: Toy

Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: T. Aiden

Location of Work:  A Perfectly Lit Room

Daybreak

Daybreak

(A Tabitha Tale)

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

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

Tangled

Tangled

(A Tabitha Tale)

She lay naked pressed against me.  Her soft pale silken skin, lit by the moonlight, felt wonderful as she writhed within my arms.  First it was her fingers caressing, searching for her wet hello, and then she gasped as I watched her play, finding her intended want.  I smiled and whispered into her ear, coaxing her on and she responded with sexiest little moans.  I found heaven on earth the moment she was comfortable enough to explore herself while I witnessed her pleasure.  

There we lay upon her bed in the dead of night. The fan blowing just enough to cool our overheated bodies.  I kissed her as she looked up at me and smiled.  It was brief for then she was lost, once again returning to focus on her fingers that played between her legs.  Somewhere between our wet kisses and her grinding her bare ass against my rigid cock, the sensual quiet was broken by a new sound.  It was a sound that could both be heard and felt.  A gentle whir of delight was about to send my love into a frenzy as she squirmed within my arms.

I smiled, knowing full well what that sound was.  Leaning over her right shoulder I was able to get a view of the pink perfection that now penetrated my love.  With the first touch against her already over stimulated clit, her body tensed and she arched her back into me.  A simple and soft yes escaped her lips and I nearly lost myself there.  I wanted her so very bad but I also wanted what was happening. I resisted the urge to flip her over and impale her with my girth and continued to watch as she caressed her heat with her vibrator.

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

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Photo Title: Unkown

Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: Unknown

Location of Work:  Unknown

Mid Day Distractions

"Mid Day Distractions"
(Thomas & Mandy Rivers:  Marriage should always be an adventure.)

It was late afternoon and the sun was beginning to fall.  The heat still hung in the air with the weight of laziness.  She sat in her ford in the middle of the car park listening to the distant ocean, not really wanting to go back to work but knowing she had to.  As she was about to turn the ignition off, her phone vibrated.  She picked it up to see which one of her annoying coworkers were bothering her now and smiled when she saw it wasn't work related, it was Thomas.  Four simple words appeared on her tiny screen, “What are you doing?” She smiled once again and responded quickly, tapping away at her phone with a playful “What do you want me to be doing?”

Thomas leaned back in his chair with a huge smile on his face.  He looked up from his phone for a brief moment to see where his receptionist was and after noting that she was nowhere in sight he typed his response.  “Touch yourself for me and send me a picture proving it.”  His heart beat a bit faster as he typed out and even bolder demand.  “I want two pictures.  One with at least two fingers buried in your wetness and one with your lovely smile while doing as I ask.”  His concentration on his phone broke off just for a moment when his receptionist walked back into the office.  As she spoke to him he set it down on his desk, it vibrated as it sat there, as if to tell on him and his naughty activities.   “Hey Thomas Nick called earlier when you were out and needs you to call him back when you get a chance and your wife called also.”  Thomas quickly responded trying to seem normal.  “OK thanks Nicole I will call Nick in a few.”  He conveniently ignored the whole wife part. She nodded and went back to her desk.  He fidgeted with his mouse and keyboard for a moment and checked his inbox for anything he missed, acting like he was busy.  He then remembered his earlier text exchange and grabbed his phone quickly as he excitedly looked for his last text.  It simply read “OK”.  He shook his head and smiled knowing he would soon be rewarded with something wonderful.

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.

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.

Madeline

Madeline

“You don’t have to worry I’m eighteen now.  I can make my own decisions.” she said as honey sweet innocence tinged her words. She sat before me partially shielding her breasts while smiling.  I ran my hand over my head struggling with my thoughts.  Her baby blue eyes pierced me with determination and want.  “Your dad is one of my best friends do you really think I would do this to him, to you?” I asked with a tremor in my voice, “Besides where is he anyway?”  She smiled wider knowing my will was weakening and stood up allowing her hands to fall to her sides, exposing her perfectly round and youthful mounds to me.  “Oh he and mom will be gone for hours; that’s why I called and asked for you to come over and help in the first place.”  She walked toward me, her hips swaying with seduction and I could not stop staring at her.  “Jesus Christ Madeline.” I whispered licking my lips as my eyes traced her pale ivory skin.

 

It was just a few weeks ago when we were all together, my best friend (her dad), his wife and my wife.  We were celebrating her birthday and commenting on how grown up she was.  Now she was trying to prove that very thing to me.  “Madeline… I can’t. You’re a beautiful girl and all but…” She shushed me by placing a finger on my lips.  I had not realized she had gotten that close to me.  I could smell jasmine on her skin and I shuddered as she stood there studying me.  “It’s ok uncle Aiden.”  I quickly retorted “I am not really your uncle.”  She giggled a bit as she backed me up against the wall, knowing I was already justifying what was happening to me.  “I know.. that’s why this is ok” she said pushing her body into mine.  We both paused, each of us holding our breath for what seemed forever.  I traced my hand against the bare skin of her arm searching for reason and resistance.  God she felt so smooth.  My desire betrayed me as she pressed against me, stiffening at her nearness, and she easily noticed.  “You know you want to. You know you want me” she said as her hand slid against my pants, searching for my weakness.   The moment she found it fire consumed us both and I leaned into her swallowing her waiting tongue.  The last thoughts of how wrong this was vanished the moment my wondering hands found the soft lace that was the top of her panties.

Thomas Aiden

The Sin Series

Temptation has many names

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Photo Title: Unkown

Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: Erotic BW Photography

Location of Work:  Tumblr

Tug

Sometimes the animal in me begins to stir, I swear she senses it.  She parades around the house half naked, purposefully taunting my beast.  She smiles wickedly, licking her lips, enticing what burns in me.  Her touch lingers longer than it should.  She wears my favorite perfume.  It’s as if she is doing her damndest to bring out my rough side.  Finally, I can’t take it anymore, when she walks by for a 5^th time I give her what she wants, tossing her on the couch, I tug at the only obstacle that stands between us and my hunger.

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Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: Unknown

Location of Work:  Unknown

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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.

Shouldn't

I step back with a smile, tasting her on my lips, lost in her eyes and slight smile.  She is struggling, flooded with a sea of emotions.  I asked if I could kiss her after the fact.  She was shocked at my dare and yet she hungered for more, never once taking her eyes off of mine.  “You should not have done that” she whispered.  I ran my fingers along her jaw replying “I Know.”  I lean in again, pressing my lips to hers and she collapses into my arms, opening her mouth, allowing our tongues to dance together.

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Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: Unknown

Location of Work:  Unknown

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Window

I can hear her whispered yeses and moans through the thick glass.  Her hips rise and fall as his hands travel the curves of her flesh and she smiles in my direction.  I tense my fingers on the ledge when he pulls her hair forcing himself deeper into her want.  He is lost as she quickens her pace.  I should have known when she called telling me to come over and wait by the window that she was playing another of her wicked games.  I smile knowingly as she locks eyes with me forcing his peak and eventually hers.

Photo Title: Voyeur 5

Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: Geheimnis Bild

Location of Work:  deviantArt

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Warning

I knew the black lace on my pale skin was enough to make him go insane.  It clung to my curves and ivory thighs as we spoke and when my legs parted ever so slightly I watched as he nearly lost his breath.  I was forbidden but that didn't mean he could not look.  I smiled, feigning naïve with a longing in my eye.  I let met stare linger in supposed inappropriate places as he struggled with his words.  I would not be fired today or any other day as long as he ruled with a lecherous fist.

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Location of Work:  Unknown

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Just Friends

She stood there pink and taunting, knowing what tricks her curves played on my lustful heart.  We were just friends yet she loved to get naked in front of me.  She loved to test and shatter my will. As I stared at her hungrily she caught my wandering eye in the reflection and smiled.  She turned toward me.  “I thought we agreed we wouldn't do this anymore” she said as she crawled up onto the bed next to me.  Before she relented to another “one more time” my hands were already exploring her moisture along with my lips.

Photo Title: Narcissim

Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: Denis Goncharov

Location of Work:  deviantArt

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Felt

His hands danced along my milk white skin and I smiled.  As he dared explore a bit further beneath my dress, I moved my leg just enough to show him it was ok.  His eyes never left mine as he grazed my cotton covered heat.  He whispered questions of "may I?" while nudging under the elastic, searching for my wet silken kiss.  I shuddered and my mouth opened with a soft moan the moment he slid a finger into me.  Then, the world woke us with the honk of a horn. Who knows how long the light had been green.

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Location of Work:  Unknown

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Patience

The silence is broken by your smile.  I can sense it between your deep breaths.  I wait patiently for your next move.  Your words break through and caress my aching body with taunts of lust and a pleasured me.  My heat rises as your voice continues to tease while I sit covered in white darkness.  My heart skips the moment your fingers press against my skin.  I try to anticipate your next move and am pleasantly proven wrong.  I am no longer still.  Within your grasp my practiced desire does not need sight to find what drives you mad.

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Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: A Submissive in Training

Location of Work: Tumblr A Submissive in Training

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Shopping for Him

"Shopping for Him"

 Fun behind a changing room curtain all because he said to do it.

Cayleigh shut her lap top and scooted back in her chair taking a deep breath.  “Is he for real?” she asked out loud to an empty room.  She sat there staring blankly as the room darkened a bit with the coming night.  A few minutes later she was startled back to reality when her cat, a black Persian named Karl, jumped into her lap.   He voiced his disdain with having not yet been fed and she quickly moved off to satisfy his command.  Later on that evening as she lay in bed she replayed her adventurous electronic chat with her new mystery man over and over in her head.  How she stumbled across him was pure coincidence but since that first fateful day of keyboard flirting she had been hooked. He was addicting in the way he could spin words and just seem to know her every desire and now he was asking her to do things she would never even think of on her own in a million years.  That’s what had her mind reeling tonight.  He had asked her to be really naughty and she was a bit scared. Cayleigh wasn't scared about what he had asked.  She was scared because she was actually considering doing it.  As she lay in her bed reliving a bit of her conversation with her new gentleman friend she slid a hand under the waistband of her panties and fingered her wetness.  Smiling and drowsy, she eventually drifted off to sleep, imagining what he would do if he were with her at that very moment.

When her alarm went off Cayleigh was ready for it.  She had actually been awake for nearly an hour already but she did not want to wake Karl as he lay purring nestled in a ball on top of her feet.  Now Karl had no choice but to move as she practically sprinted from her bed to the bathroom knocking him to the side.  “I am doing it!” she said out loud with determination and a wicked smile as her cat stretched uncaring. With that she turned on the shower and began to get ready for the day’s instructed adventure.  After she applied her makeup just right and had managed to squeeze into her sexy dark blue denim skin tight jeans she grabbed a cup of coffee and opened her laptop.  She was schoolgirl giddy with nervousness and excitement.  She hoped he was there. She hoped he had sent her a message during the night. Once everything had loaded on the screen and she looked at her inbox she was a bit miffed.  There was nothing there.  Yes of course there were emails from a prince in Nigeria and something from her mom but there was nothing from him.  A moment of sadness and need crept over her but it was quickly replaced with more determination.  She told him she was willing to do what he asked and she was going to do it.  With that she smacked her laptop shut, grabbed her purse and keys and headed out the door.

Anticipation

The room crackles electric with anticipation as you watch me kneel before you.  I deserve correction and my heart quickens at the thought of your pleasure burning against my skin.  It’s so hard to wait for your desire but I am desperately obedient.  You catch my smile as these wicked yummy thoughts run through my head, taking note, prolonging my punishing reward.  I am in heaven, tortured by your whims, aching for your rough touch.  My gaze collides with yours and that is all you need to start satisfying my craving.  I drip, waiting as you remove your belt.

Photo Title: Uknown

Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: Daddy Dom

Location of Work: Tumblr Dance with the Devil

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Higher Learning (Part 3)

Higher Learning

A Lucy Winthrop Adventure

Part Three

(The Learning Curve)

The first parts of this story can be found below 

(Higher Learning: Part One, Higher Learning Part Two)

Wednesday morning for Dr. Stevens started out just like every other morning. A quick jump in the shower, a lukewarm cup of coffee, a quick kiss for his wife goodbye and of course the standard NPR talk radio on the way to work. He was comfortable with his job, his wife and his life in general but he was tiring of the monotony. A change of pace would definitely do him some good. He was coming close to tenure at the university but was contemplating a move to another less popular collegiate establishment. The students in his current classes had become too predictable and dull. None of them seemed to have that zest or fire that he did when he was a student. Music was his passion. It was why he taught. He wanted to share that passion with others who thought like him but instead he dealt with students that took his courses because that’s what they were supposed to do. That was the track their parents or counselors put them on. Aside from a few gifted and talented students he tried to inspire, the rest were just simple animated Ken and Barbie dolls. Dr. Stevens shook his head in disgust as he walked into the lecture hall and down to his desk. He was there as usual 45 minutes to an hour early. Just in case someone needed him, but it had been a while since any student sought out his help. He didn't even bother turning on the lights. There were just the emergency ones on over by the door and above his desk. He thought to himself that would suffice for now as he flipped open his laptop and began browsing the local current events on Reuters.


Moments later Luce paced nervously outside of the lecture hall. Back and forth, back and forth she went trying to convince herself to go inside. She had spent all day yesterday, with the help of her roommate Tanith, in preparing for this moment and now she was unsure. She was extremely early for class but that had been the plan all along at least according to what Tanith had said. No other students were around and they wouldn't be for at least another half hour. “Oh come on now” Luce muttered to herself trying to sum up the courage to go in. “This is every man’s dream come true” she then laughed to herself realizing how cheesy she sounded. “It’s now or never” she said and with that she opened the door to the lecture hall and went inside.