Mine

"Mine"

The storm wages within me

As I imagine you there

On display

For those who want your touch

I fight with both my jealous heart

And my proud claim

But I eventually calm

Knowing you are strong

And only for me

They can yearn for you

And still

You are mine

They can flirt with honey tongues

And still

You are mine

They can tempt with fading jewels

And hungry eyes

And still

You are mine

Your satin lips and perfect smile

Are meant for me

The catch of your breath

And quickening heart

Are meant for me

Your drip of sweet syrup

And beg of please

Are meant for me

You are mine

And you tempt

Only because I allow it

You torment

Only because I allow it

You tease

Only because I allow it

You are

Because of me

I am your shelter

From any storm

I am your shoulder

For you to cry upon

I am your sir

Because I am yours

Thomas Aiden

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.

Self Destruction

Self Destruction 

She spins in my mind

Teasing

Stinging fiery red

Her flesh never to be anyone’s

I know I am not bound

Yet each time I turn to run

Her pale blue eyes pull me back

And I beg

I beg her to hurt me

I don’t want a soft touch

But teeth that rough my surfaces

Lips that are unforgiving

I want to be afraid

And hungry

All at the same time

As she explores neglected skin

I lose any sanity I had

Easily doing as she commands

Promising to never leave

To always worship her

I desperately agree

Knowing

Deep down

Beneath the rage of lust

The moment she tires

Of fucking

me

or with

my heart

I shall fade

To yesterday

And faint memories

By
Thomas Aiden

Lynn

Lynn

She held her breath, staying as still as she could, hanging there in my arms.  It was as if time ticked slowly just to spite me. My muscles ached and burned but I did not give in to the pain.  My length stayed rigid and sensitive as it rested within her heat.  We were playing a very dirty game and could lose easily if we were not careful, and it seems that with our current predicament, we loved to test the boundaries of that whole careful bit.  Her auburn hair draped recklessly down across her shoulders and face but I could still make out her gorgeous blazing blue eyes and her wicked half grin.   It was a telling grin and knowing she was up to no good I shook my head no.  The next stall over shuffled with paper and the common mash of buttons on a phone.  “What the hell was he doing” I thought to myself knowing full well that I too had escaped the office doldrums just to sit pointlessly in the bathroom scanning my I-phone on occasion.

I again found her eyes and saw that she was about to play the devil on my shoulder.  She smiled long and wide as she swirled her hips, soft and determined, against me. My body betrayed my thoughts instantly by swelling within her.  She took it as a sign for more and flexed her want around my need and we began the quietest, slowest fuck I have ever been a part of.  My legs weakened so I pressed her back against the cold wall, searching for some sort of support and respite for my muscles. She fought the wince from the cold shock that escaped her mouth while I frantically held on to her, managing to pull the handle that would flush away her moans of delight and fear.  She leaned into my shoulder and softly nibbled my neck working up to my ear.  When she finally got there she stopped and whispered ever so softly, so much so, that even I needed to strain to hear her.  “Fuck me.”  My eyes blazed, starving for a chance to push into her loud and without caring who heard but I knew better.  Again we rocked slow and deliberate, feeding off the danger of being discovered, enjoying every dirty second of our crazy desires.

Wince

Wince

I waited

Hungry for his arrival

I wanted

His strong, heavy hand

I accepted

His purposeful tormenting delay

Soft came his knock

Moistening my need

Quickening my heart

The bright of day

And clear blue sky

Broke the fog of lust

Just for a moment

When I opened

My door

Then I saw his face

His half smile

The fire in his eyes

And fell back into desire

He stepped in

Shut the door

Asking

If I was a good girl

Nodding my head

I said yes

Holding out my eventual reward

He laughed

Deep and wanting

Grabbing my wrist

Pulling me towards him

My naked flesh

Pressed against his thick

Button up shirt

Drove me wild

With want

He spun me around

Bent me over

And gave in

I winced

With the first smack

And excitedly

Readied myself

For the next 

Thomas Aiden

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.

Are you a woman of Blinn Street?

One of my many infatuations with women and writing about them is their very names.  A name in itself can be sexy and alluring.  A woman’s name often sparks an imagined fantasy that runs wild in my head.  My pen chases their desires and makes them my own.  So have I written about you? 

Is your name somewhere here on Blinn Street?  Have I made you do something naughty or captured your heated passion?  The only way to find out is to look for it.  Feel free to use the search button on my blog or check the links down below. 

I am sure your name and story, no matter how naughty and naked you end up being, will end up here on Blinn Street one day, but if for some odd reason I have yet to use you in some hot and sexy way, and you feel left out, please feel free to suggest a name. Maybe it’s your very own sexy name or a name of someone you know or want to be.  We all have secret fantasies and pseudonyms if we want to admit it or not. 

Give me time and soon I am sure take you out of your world and place you within mine where you shall do things you may never have imagined possible.

Currently updated as of 13 June 2014

Abbey

Beth

Bree

Brooke

Brynn

Carly

Carolyn

Cassidy

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.

Paige

Paige

She moved into the apartment across from him about five months ago just like all the other girls she split the rent with.  The only difference now was that while they all were headed home for the summer, the second finals were over, she was staying behind.  The once thriving college community was now desolate with just a few year round residents.   These were the folks that either were never around or just willing to put up with the madness because of the amazingly cheap rent.  Paige had no idea why but the guy across the way did not seem to fit into either of these categories.

He was man in his mid forties with a strong jaw and graying hair.  He was not the fittest of individuals but there was an air about him that made him attractive.  Maybe it was the confident smile that he always flashed or the smell of his cologne as it lingered on the stairwell after he had come or gone.  All Paige knew is he made her feel electric whenever he said hello.

He roommates labeled him a creeper or not worth any time spent but on many occasions Paige watched as their hungry eyes followed his every move or she overheard their interactions with him and knew by their flirtatious ways they too burned for his touch.  Paige had thrown caution to the wind on a few occasions, even once when she was really drunk, but he seemed resistant to her or for that matter any of her roommate’s charms and lewd invitations.  He was always proper, a gentleman brushing aside their school girl advances.  Now as the once splashing pool, loud apartments and passageways echoed into a soft silence she decided she needed to try a bit harder.  Armed with a bit of gossip, a study of his routine and no known competition, she was determined to make him notice her and maybe chance a stolen moment in her young ivory embrace.

It was 6:15 in the morning and she had been up now for almost an hour, fighting her youthful need for more sleep, preparing herself for her intentional rendezvous.  After a stalled debate with herself she, in her soft white panties with a faded blue button up, armed with a collection of Dylan Thomas poetry, tiptoed with bare feet the one hundred or so feet to his back patio and sat on the bench just outside his back door.  She opened her book and proceeded to wait for his arrival.

She had watched him every day for the last two weeks now and like clockwork he would appear in various states of dress, with a cup of coffee, a pen and a tablet.  He typically spent the next hour or so, scribbling, grumbling, scratching through what he wrote or just staring off into the sunrise content with the silence of morning; today was no different.  He stepped out onto his porch with his pad in hand, a steaming cup of coffee in the other and proceeded to sit down on the bench a few feet away from Paige, oblivious to her even being there, or so she thought.  Her heart raced and she moistened a bit as she inhaled that amazing cologne of his.

He stared out at the sun taking a large sip of his coffee and then smiled broadly.  Without turning his head he spoke out loud.  “So you finally decided to come over rather than just sit there spying on me huh?”  Paige tried to respond, her mouth half open allowed nothing to escape past her quivering lips.  She had planned so much to say. She was going to ask him if he was a writer.  She was going to impress him with her knowledge of the world and literature.  She was going to seduce him and now all she had was silence and shock.  After a few moments of more silence, save for a few birds chirping, he turned and eyed her.  Her heart melted and her head swam.  He traced her body with his dark eyes and smug smile. She was a vision sitting there beside him.  Her gorgeous blue eyes locked on his.  He most enjoyed the fact that her top was open and allowed him to enjoy a full view of her young pert and tantalizing breasts.  He licked his lips as if he were about to eat her. 

Paige found her confidence finally, lifting her arm to rest her head on her hand while leaning a bit forward a smiling. “You knew I was watching the whole time huh?” She asked no longer timid.  “Mhm.” He replied.  It was now or never, she thought.  “Well in that case, are you going to invite me in?” she said as her skin tingled with want.  The man laughed and stood up without saying a word no longer looking at her.  He went to the door and opened it while taking a sip of his coffee.  Paige stopped smiling.  For a brief second she thought he was going to just leave her there exposed and silly, but he proved her wrong with a sweep of his hand.  “After you my sweet temptress.” He said.  She got up with a smile and walked into his apartment.  He slowly followed after her admiring her tight ass and how those cotton panties sat snug on her young firm curves.  The door closed behind them and all that remained was the bird’s cries and the rising sun.

Thomas Aiden

The Sin Series

Temptation has many names

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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.

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.

Erin

Erin

Her mind and heart were racing at a breakneck speed.  It was hard for her to hold back a mounting scream as she was being stretched to perfection.  The smooth glide of yet another rigid man within her velvet heat was almost unbearable but no way in hell did she want it to stop.  Between pants and gasps she struggled to keep up with everything that was happening.  She looked down at the engorged cock she was fisting and smiled long and wide with a wicked and lusty grin.  She then leaned to her right and smashed her lips against yet another man’s mouth.  Her tongue flicked out and greedily searched for his, swallowing it hungrily when it finally entered her mouth. 

She was being consumed and abused from every angle possible and she loved every last dirty second of it.  Half an hour ago this was a room full of jokes, male pride and insinuations but now it was her fantasy and unheard of imaginings come true.  The dares came fast and quick and she matched each one with her own request.  She never thought it would lead to three men accomplishing her every carnal desire, all at the same time.  Her innocence was lost the moment she stepped into the room but she would have not guessed this was how the night would end up.

Monica

Monica

His calloused hand felt thick and perfect on her skin as it traced the curve of her exposed flesh.  She moistened at the hidden thought of him raising it up and quickly bringing it back down upon her ass with a solid thundering smack.  This was not the occasion for it though, soon enough maybe, but not today.  She intended to wind him up just enough and then leave him wanting.  She could not give into her need and allow her boss everything right away.  No he had to earn his soft touches and eventual satisfaction.  Today a bit of fondling her ass and a kiss, tomorrow maybe one hell of a blow job but in this tit for tat world it was all about moderation.  She had a lot to take from him and she intended on doing just that. 

Once his focus left her languid white thighs and found her summer sky blue eyes staring him down, she smiled lustily over her red painted lips and stood unflinching before him.  She waited as he debated his next move.  A few moments passed and when he had made up his mind to take her then, at that very moment, willing to disregard his surroundings, she leaned in and kissed him softly and then said “I have to go”.  With that she smoothed her skirt back down into place and headed for the door knowing full well the hungry beast she was leaving behind.  Before she left though, she turned and allowed him to drink her in once more.  “So I will see you tomorrow?” she asked.  Unable to respond he just nodded his head yes.  She smiled yet again, knowing he was hers to do with as she pleased, and then she turned and left the office, shutting the door softly behind her.

Thomas Aiden

The Sin Series

Temptation has many names

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Misty

Misty

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

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

Crystal

Crystal

She looked back over her shoulder, checking once more that no one was watching as she quickly climbed into my car.  “Where are we going?” she asked a bit nervous.  “I know a place.” I said, reaching out and running my hand down her leg.  She smiled lighting up her baby blue eyes and I knew instantly she was mine.  Soon we were driving down a bumpy gravel road lined with thick green trees and dark grey shadows.  I watched her eyes dart back and forth studying our surroundings as my fingers found their way into her panties and then in to her wet heat.  Her mouth opened as she gasped and pressed against my touch.  “Are we almost there?” she asked hungrily.  “Almost” I replied as I gently circled her clit while navigating the rough road.  The bumps were surely helping me out.

Soon I pulled into a heavily shaded gap in the trees and the second I put the car into park she was on top of me.  She had thrown the seatbelt off so fast that it smacked against the window nearly shattering it.  I sat pinned to my chair as she used the steering wheel pressed against her back as leverage to grind into me hard and cruelly.  “Fuck me now!” she begged between tasty sweeps of her tongue against mine.  I did not think it was possible for me to get any harder than I already was but the press of her lips on mine and the way her blonde hair fell in her face whenever she came up for air and eyed at me did just that.

Sondra

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Faith

Faith

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

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

Thomas Aiden

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Temptation has many names

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Frustration, Self Destruction, Free Speech & Silver Linings

I recently went through a bit of hell with the masters of Google.  Some of it there fault and lot of it my fault.  After a sabbatical from my projects I returned with a vengeance and was struck down by Google and my own anger fairly quickly.  I had the typical we froze your blog due to a violation of blah blah blah and I all I saw was red.  What about my free speech?  So I reacted quickly creating a new persona and transferring my hard work over to that new persona.  It was an overreaction on my part.  If I would have let the red fade to grey and then sunlight I would have seen I did not have to go to those lengths.  In doing so and of my own stupidity I lost almost all of my photos on my blog.  My photos were important because they were half of my work. My writings were inspired or emphasized by them and now they were gone.  All of them were linked by Picasa to my old account which I angrily deleted and poof…nothing.

So after a 4 long months and with the poking and prodding of friends I have decided to return.  Taking the silver lining from the fact that most of my writings in word format were embedded with the photos I have began the monotonous project of extracting each and every one of them and adding them back to their original posts.  It will be a slow and painstaking project but at least it’s there and my frustration has passed.  I could go off on how it was my right to free speech to begin with but that serves nothing.  Moderators will not change and what’s done is done.  So here I am a bit smarter, a bit more patient and intent on returning to one of my pride and joys and that is writing erotica.

It will be a slow start. I plan to replace at least 12 pictures a day. It will take me about a month or more to return what the blog once held.  I will write now and then, continuing my Sin series. Overall I may have lost about ten percent of my work but at least the bulk is still here and I am ready to be whole and happy once again. Some of you may think it silly but it meant a lot to me and was hard to overcome.  Yes they are other peoples photos but for me it was a part of my work.  No matter though as I now plan to once again wet and harder the thoughts of those willing to read my scribble.

See you all tomorrow and the day after that and so on.

Thomas Aiden

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.

Maria

Maria

I had never paid for sex in my life where a working girl was concerned.  To tell you the truth I was one of those guys who was just cocky and talkative enough to find free and easy sex anywhere.  I always swore that strip clubs were a waste of money.  My buddies would take their hard earned cash and give it to some tease with tassels who would give them blue balls and an empty wallet.  I could take that same money and head to the local bar and get some hot chick liquored up and in bed for probably half the price and trust me my balls would not be blue afterwards.  I was proud of that fact but as they often say “Never Say Never”.

I was in Vegas for a bachelor party.  Shocking I know but there we all were having the time of our lives when I saw her at the bar.  She wore a bright blue sequined dress that hung off her shoulders teasingly and the first thing I noticed was her lightly kissed caramel tinged skin.  It was smooth and just the right amount of creamy.  When she turned and caught my stare she did not move her eyes, rather she locked onto mine and flashed a radiant pearly white smile.  The conversation around me faded into a muffled noise as I thought to myself how much I wanted her.  At that very moment I wanted to meet her, to talk to her, to feel her soft skin pressed against mine.  I dismissed myself from the conversation my buddies were having and headed toward the bar.  She watched me the entire way with those dark exotic eyes.  When I finally reached her, after traversing a room full of elderly people and drunk frat boys, she made heart jump with a simple accented hello.  Her voice was honey and just as beautiful as she was.

Piper

Piper

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

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

Thomas Aiden

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Mary

Mary

It was the holidays and my girlfriend had was lucky enough to have parents who could afford to fly her home to visit every now and then where as I had no such luck.  It seems neither did our other roommate.  Mary was the book smart, always focused, straight A never come out her room except to go to class kind of girl so you can imagine the look on my face when I opened my bedroom door and found her sprawled out half naked on my bed, rather mine and my girlfriends bed.  As it took a second to register in my head she just smiled up at me as if she were waiting for a light bulb to go off.  I stared down at this tantalizing pale beauty and noticed how I never really looked at her as woman before today.  Her normally too tight pulled back hair now draped erotically across her shoulders.  Lingerie replaced her normal day to day sweats or bland earth toned trying to recapture the lost 90’s clothing she typically wore. 

Her skin was radiant. It was a shade of ivory that begged to be pinked by rough sex and possibly a spanking or two.  After a few moments of drinking her in I slowly shut the door behind me.  I walked over to her as she sat up showing her entire perfect body to me.  She reached for my shirt and pulled it above my head without any resistance from me.   In mere moments she had me naked and rock hard standing in front of her.  As she grasped my length with one hand and pulled me in for a long wet kiss I forgot everything that was wrong with what was happening. We never uttered a single word and the only sounds that broke the heated silence was her occasional moans and yelps of bliss.

Thomas Aiden

The Sin Series

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Jordan

Jordan

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

 

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

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

Thomas Aiden

The Sin Series

Temptation has many names

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