Erotic Interlude

Vampire's Kiss

2010-02-02T19:24:00.000-08:00

I wanted him as soon as I saw him. I knew he was deadly, it was written in his face, the way he stood, and the way he looked at me.

But I didn't care. I was at a Christmas party and was supposed to leave but I decided to stay, to get tall, dark and dangerous to take me home.

I had a drink in my hand, sipping something fruity, not quite sure what it was but not really caring. I was getting hot and bothered by his gaze, and this was not me, yet I could not help but fall into his gaze. Before I knew it I was standing in front of him, smelling his intoxicating scent that had me all but ready to jump on him and take him for a ride. I wonder if he minded?

"You, my dear have very naughty thoughts."

Oh my God! His voice. It was deep, the kind of voice that would make a girl drop her panties, just because. I wanted his voice in places a voice should not be. Damn it rolled over me and I had to close my eyes at the sensations he aroused in me.

Opening my eyes, I licked my lips, and his eyes instantly went there.

"My dear girl, are you sure you want to go there?"

I nodded, no longer capable of speech. All I wanted to do was get closer to this man who held me in thrall and I didn't even know why, but I really didn't care. Somehow my drink was gone from my hand. My arms were around his neck and my hands were playing with his hair. It was silky smooth, long and I shuddered as an image popped up of that hair wrapped around me as he made love to me.

He wrapped his arms around me, and pulled me tight to him until I could feel that I was not the only one affected.

He bent his head until his lips were touching mine. His lips were cold, hard, yet the feel of them heated me up inside. He pushed more until my lips parted and he plunged his tongue in. I sucked on it, caressing it as our tongues dueled and he pulled me tighter. His mouth devoured mine and I, from that moment was lost.

School Girl Get Punishecd Part 6

2010-01-16T14:38:00.000-08:00

I was torn between disgust and utter fascination. He pushed on my head until my nose was pressed firmly into her mushy center. I stayed still, not quite believing what was happening, smelling her arousal.

"Now don't be shy, give her a kiss and a lick, and I'll guarantee that you will enjoy it, that you both will enjoy it."

I was nervous and a little bit scared, but I also wanted to please Anton. I gave her a kiss in her moist center, and a tentative lick.

She jumped a bit, and made a little sound, as if she were surprised, by the feeling. I was surprised at the taste, salty, musky yet oh so delicious. I wanted more, so I licked her some more.

I stuck my tongue in deeper, in a fucking motion. I pulled out and licked her lips and clit, sucking and biting on them. I got into sucking and licking her so much, that I had to grab her thighs to keep her legs open, as she was clamping my head in her enthusiasm.

"Oh god!! That feels so damn good, don't stop!!" Azlyn cried out.

I had no plans on stopping. Doing this to her made my own arousal that much fiercer. I was munching on her pussy so much, that I completely forgot about Anton again, as I was enjoying myself so immensely.

I jumped when I felt him kneel behind me, grab my hips and raised me up. He pulled my legs apart roughly and shoved himself into with a fierceness that left me almost breathless.

"Yes, that's a good girl, open wider for me. Look Ms. Bennett. Do you see the pretty picture we make? Ah, yes, Ms. Clark I bet she does taste good. But currently I am fucking your sweet, tight pussy."

I loved the way he talked to me as he fucked me so hard. Every time he thrusted into me, my nosed bumped into her wetness, which in turn made her writhe even harder underneath me.

I wanted to cum so badly, that I started to move harder on Anton's cock. The harder I moved, the harder he pushed.

I raised my head and shouted out my orgasm.

"Oh my god!!! I'm cumming. Oh.. Yeah..fuck that pussy!" I screamed at him.

Azlyn came right before I came, and she yelled out as well. I laid on her, between her legs, while Anton continued to assault my pussy. He pulled out of me, threw me down, and fell upon Azlyn, with so much force, that I just knew the divan was going to break. Since she was still wet he slid in with no problem.

I sat back and watched as he grabbed her legs and raised them until they were behind her ears. She was helpless, and she seemed to enjoy it.

I watched as he fucked her, pumping her until she screamed. His ass, which I was itching to spank, showed just how hard he worked her. He turned towards me and told me to get one of the belts that were hanging.

"Ms. Clark, I want you to take that belt and hit me across my ass. And do not be gentle. I want you to hit me hard."

It was if he could read my mind. I looked at his ass, while I twisted the belt in my hand. I was feeling a sense of euphoria, as if I could beat him into submission.

I grabbed the belt hard, and slapped him hard. My arm shook, but I was determined to make him feel the bite of the belt with each downward stroke. The more I hit him, the more he grunted each time he felt the belt.

"Like this Head Master? Am I doing it hard enough"?

He nodded his head yes, and closed his eyes every time the belt came down. Azlyn meanwhile was yelling something fierce, and still Anton was not done. He pumped her harder and faster, and I just continued to slap his ass.

This happened until my arm hurt, and still I would not let up. Then all of sudden he yelled for me to stop.

He pulled out of Azlyn, and shot his load all over her breasts and stomach. I watched in amazement, as his cock pumped its essence. I watched how as he came, he bit his lip, and closed his eyes tight. His breathing was fast and loud.

Afterwards, he put Azlyn's legs down, and told me to come closer.

"Ms. Clark that was excellent work. Now I want you to clean Ms. Bennett as well as yourself. I want to thank you both for a first-rate evening. Now what was done here will never leave this room, is that correct ladies"?

We both nodded yes, because my big mouth brought both of us here to this place. After getting dressed, Anton led us to the door, and after checking the hallway, told us to go straight to our dorm room, to study so we would not fall back on our grades.

As we walked back to our dorm room, I turned around to look at Anton. He stared at us until we turned the corner. I shuddered in anticipation of our next encounter, which I had no doubt would be happening soon.

School Girl Punished Part 5

2010-01-12T19:31:00.000-08:00

He was looking directly at her, not me and I had to look over at Azlyn to see her reaction. Her eyes were round and blinking, and her mouth was moving as if she wanted to speak.

"Yes, I see that you are surprised. You must understand that I know everything that goes on around here. You have been a very naughty girl. You tried to make one of my students go against the rules. She too will be punished for giving you information that you did not need to know."

Azlyn jumped up and made a run for the door, but I grabbed her arm before she got too far.

She struggled but before she got free, Anton had come up on the other side of her and grabbed her other arm.

I let her go and stood up, kind of nervous, yet excited by the prospect of her punishment, and my hand in it.

"Let me go, damn it! Neesa how could you do this to me? I thought you were serious about this!"

Anton finally got control of her by hauling her back towards him, raising her hands over her head with one hand, and using his other hand to cover her mouth to keep her quiet. He bent lower and talked to her in a quiet, yet commanding voice.

"Now control yourself Miss Bennett and stop the hysterics. I am the Head Master and you will obey me in this. To scream will only make matters worse. Now will you be quiet or will I have to restrain you"?

Azlyn nodded, because I think deep down she was getting aroused as much as I was. Her body was trembling against Anton's hardness.

Her breathing changed slightly and I could see her eyes darting around, as if she wanted to run away, but knowing she was trapped.

"Now Miss Bennett I will let you go and I want you to take off your clothes and take your time. When you are finished I want you to stand still, not saying a word. Is that understood"?

Azlyn nodded her head. I was still standing, knowing this was wrong, but not able to do anything about it. I was in thrall to our Head Master, and I would do anything to keep everything as it was, even if meant hurting my best friend.

After she was completely naked, Anton walked over to his desk and opened up one of his drawers.

He pulled out some scarves, and walked back to Azlyn. Because her head was down in defeat, he touched her chin with his fingertips and raised her head to stare into her eyes. Without saying a word, he turned his head toward his desk and glanced back at me.

I, still dressed, took a hold of Azlyn and gently pulled her towards his desk. When we got to the desk, I turned her to face me.

"Please don't be mad at me. I can't help the way Anton makes me feel. I should have never told you, but I needed to. I know you'll forgive me."

I kissed her on her unyielding lips, and pushed her back until she was laid out on the table. Anton came around and gave me two of the scarves.

Since his desk was as big as a twin size bed, tying her up would not be a problem. I squatted down and tied each of her legs to the bottom of the desk. Anton did the same to her arms so that she was spread eagle across the desk. I stood up and I noticed that her pussy was shiny. I bent down lower and I saw just how wet she really was.

Anton started grabbing her breast and tweaking her nipples hard, until she drew in a sharp breath. I looked at her face and I could see that the fear was leaving her eyes to be replaced with a look of pleasure. She tried to move but he slapped her breast which made her whimper, and her breast jiggle.

"No noise Miss Bennett. I will reward you if you do everything that I say, is that understood"?

He turned to me and told me to get undressed. I heard Azlyn squeak out no before Head Master slapped her breasts again to quiet her.

As I undressed, I couldn't meet her eyes because what I was doing was quite shameful, yet I could feel my blood boiling to feel Head Master's brand of seduction again.

When I was completely naked, Head Master told me to come over towards him so that I could be properly punished.

My heart fluttered as he placed me over the arm of one of the chairs so that my ass was up and my head down. Head Master was still dressed, and I closed my eyes as I felt him caress each ass cheek.

He pulled them apart and slid his index finger down my crack, until he touched my puckered hole. I gasped and shuddered at the intense feeling of having his finger there, in such an intimate way.

"No not yet my pet. I will explore this at a later date."

I trembled at the promise held in his voice. I heard the snick of the drawer opening again, and I opened my eyes to see he had took out a thick, leather belt.

I watched as he came closer. He completely ignored his other victim on the desk watching what was about to happen.

When I felt the first sting of the belt across my ass, I jumped because it hurt. I could hear him raise his arm again and when he brought it down I could hear the belt whistle in the air as it struck me again.

He spanked my ass just enough to get it warm but not enough for welts to form. I was getting hornier by the minute and I knew that he was not going give me satisfaction this way.

I glanced at Azlyn as the belt was moving faster and harder along my ass. I saw how flushed she was becoming and how her eyes glowed with her growing excitement at my punishment.

Head Master finally stopped and I just had to lay there with a warm ass and throbbing pussy. As Head Master walked back around to his desk, he caressed Azlyn with the belt, from her toes up to her neck, paying close attention to her wet, seeping pussy.

He rubbed her pussy with the belt until her hips started to buck, as if she were going to cum, but he stopped short.

She moaned in frustration, then stopped, because she wasn't supposed to make any noise because he was about to punish her.

She whimpered a bit and tears gathered in her eyes, but she dropped her head in defeat. Head master smiled at this. He looked at me and told me to come over to the desk to watch her.

Once I was over there, he took the belt and very lightly began to spank her pussy. I watched in absolute fascination as her pussy got wet and swollen. Her clit started to rise and show itself.

I could see that she was straining to not make any noise or movements, but it was a fierce struggle.

"Miss Bennett, I can see what effort you are making to follow my words. I have a special treat for you."

With those words he stopped the gentle torture on her pussy. Her lips were red and puffy and angry looking. They were so wet with her juices, that she was making a mess on the desk.

Head Master grabbed my arm and pulled me closer to Azlyn, who had her eyes shut tight, and was breathing in short, gasping breathes.

"Now miss Clark, I want you to climb up on the desk and get on top of miss Bennett. Now don't be shy as this is your reward for being good little girls."

I stood still for a minute not quite believing what I had just heard. Yes I wanted to touch her, but this was way beyond anything I could comprehend!

Anton grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the table. Azlyn's eyes were wide open shaking her head no, but we both knew it was a losing battle.

He picked me up and sat me down on the edge table. I tried to speak to Azlyn but she just turned her head away from me, but not before I saw the tears in her eyes. I turned to look back at Anton, to tell him I couldn't do this, and that is when I lost my train of thought.

While I was trying to gather my courage, Head Master Anton, had disrobed and was completely naked and extremely hard.

My eyes went directly to his swollen maleness and my pussy wept at the intense feelings he made me feel. I turned towards Azlyn, and I saw that she was also looking at him and though her eyes glistened with tears, her chest started to rise and fall faster.

Anton cleared his throat and told me get on with it. I got on all fours and crawled over and up her until we were face to face.

We both shuddered, I at the forbidden feelings, as we stared at each other. I could see the growing awareness in her eyes, and I had to lean down and kiss her. Her lips were petal soft, yet unyielding as she would not part them.

I laid down further, as I was getting turned on. When my breast hit hers, she gasped, which in turn opened her mouth. I plunged in, shoving my tongue in as far as it would go.

I leaned into the kiss, sucking on her tongue until she squirmed underneath me. Our breasts rubbed, nipples touching, creating so much friction, that my nipples and hers stiffened in excitement.

I bit her bottom lip pulling on it, making her and myself go crazy. She moaned as I pulled away, so I pushed into the kiss harder, making her gasp and grind underneath me. I had my hands braced on her arms, to dig in, as if she were a forbidden desert.

I still had my ass in the air, not quite touching her bottom half. I was so into kissing her, rubbing our breasts together that I was startled when I felt a soft touch.

I stopped kissing Azlyn, who cried out, and turned to see Anton caressing my ass. He looked pleased at what were doing. He stopped caressing me and pushed me down until our pussies were touching each other.

I turned back to Azlyn. Her eyes were closed and I had to close mine at the intimate way we were laying.

I bent down and kissed her again, our tongues swirling in each others mouths. I started moving on her, not quite sure I was doing it right, as I have never had my pussy on another girl. She was trying to move, but as she was still tied up, her movements were small.

I felt Anton caressing my ass again. But this time, he inserted a finger into my wet pussy, which made me bump into Azlyn's. We both pulled out of the kiss, moaning at the intrusion.

"You are both doing well. Miss Bennett, can you also feel my finger caressing your warmth? Yes, you like that don't you"?

She moaned out in agreement.

"I have a question for you. Are you a virgin? Now don't lie to me. I'd hate to have to spank you again."

While he was talking he was still finger fucking both of us, which made our pussies bump and grind against each other. She screamed out no she wasn't a virgin, which really surprised me.

"Good. You are learning to follow my every word. You are a very naughty girl, though. I will have to punish you later, as you gave away what rightly belongs to me."

I was so primed and ready to come, that I rubbed her and my clit faster and faster, but just short of coming, Anton pulled his fingers out of both of us and told us to stop. We did, but it was hard, real hard, and I shuddered as our breathing was harsh and fast.

He told me to get off of her so that I could help him untie her. After untying her, he pulled us over to a divan, off to the side, and laid Azlyn down. He spread her legs wide, until her pussy was gaping wide open for us to see.

"Now miss Clark, I want you to kiss her again, but not on the mouth. I want you to kiss her cunt."

I was so shocked, and apparently so was Azlyn because I heard her gasp. I felt him push me down, and though I wanted to offer resistance, I didn't.

School Girl Gets Punished Part 4

2010-01-07T21:30:00.000-08:00

A few days after my punishment, I had to tell someone what had happened to me. The only person I could trust was my roommate, Azlyn. She was my complete opposite.

Where I was black, she was white. Where I was loud, she was quiet. Where I was over the top with my antics , she always assessed the situation before making a decision.

She was also the only one who accepted me for me and I loved her for that.

Azlyn was studying in our room, as usual. Like me, she was 18 and in her last year here at the academy. I walked into our room and looked around.

The walls where plain white, with posters of my favorite bands on my side of the room. As usual my side was a mess, with clothes, shoes and school books laid out everywhere.

Azlyn's side was neat, with everything put away in its place. Her wall had only one picture on it, a watercolor she had made herself.

She was sitting at her desk, head bent down, biting her thin, bottom lip. Her hair was blonde and skimmed her shoulders.

Her eyes were ice blue, and when she stared at you, you could swear she was looking at your deepest darkest secrets.

She had a thin, but athletic build. This was because she was the captain of our lacrosse team. She had long, muscled legs, a flat stomach, and small breasts.

Sometimes, I'd look at her and have the most dirtiest fantasies about her pale skin and my dark skin, intertwined on my bed. But I'd always feel bad about it because she was my best friend in the whole world.

I hated to interrupt her, but I had to get this off my chest. Everyone at school was asking me if something was wrong, because I was quiet and subdued, which was unusual for me. I tapped her on the shoulder.

"Azlyn, can we talk"?

She looked up, and stared at me for a minute, not quite focusing on me through her glasses. Damn but her eyes were beautiful! She shook her head and closed her books.

"I knew something was wrong. Jyneesa, what's going on with you"?

I walked over to my bed and sat down. I drew my knees up and wrapped my arms around my legs. I propped my chin on my knees, eyes closed and began to tell her what happened in Head Master Anton's office.

After I finished unloading my tale on her, the silence was deafening. When I opened my eyes to look at her, her mouth was gaping open like a fish out of water. She had taken off her glasses and her eyes were popping out of her head.

"Are you fucking serious"?, she screamed.

I nodded my head yes, because after remembering all the nasty, deviant things that were done to me in his office, I found I could not speak.

"Jyneesa, you have got to tell someone else about this! Another teacher, another adult, shit someone else! He raped you!"

I just sat and looked at her in her outrage, thinking how beautiful and sexy she looked as her eyes sparkled in her anger over what had been done to me.

"No Azlyn, I can't tell anybody else. I shouldn't have told you, but I just couldn't keep quiet about it. You're my best friend and I thought you'd understand that I enjoyed every minute of what he did!"

She looked at my like I was crazy. I guess I couldn't blame her. I could not believe I said that, but once spoken I knew it to be true.

I also knew that I probably should not had said anything to her. I saw the determined look in her eyes. Damn this was going to be trouble.

"You are out of your mind if you think I am going to keep quiet about this. Who knows what else he has done and to who. This needs to be stopped and if your not going to help, then I am going to do this for you."

I just looked at her and knew of only one way to keep her quiet.

The next day...

I had to put a stop to Azlyn's good intentions. It was a Saturday so no school. I went to Head Master Anton's office, hoping he could help me to rectify this mess I had found myself in.

It was real early in the morning, still dark out, and I knew that the head master would be in his office working. It was as if he never slept. I knocked timidly on his door, because I did not want anybody to know I was there.

"Come in."

Upon hearing his voice, I damn neared creamed my pants. I loved the sound of his voice. I opened the door as quietly as I could and walked through shutting it behind me.

As usual he was behind his desk. This time he had on his regular clothes, and my heart beat sped up just a little bit. I must admit I was ready to be "punished" again, but that was not why I was there. I walked over to a chair and sat down and waited for him to finish.

"What can I do for you, Jyneesa"?

My heart was pounding fast again because I knew I just might be punished again. I hoped so.

"Sir, umm, I, umm have something to tell you."

I was really nervous, as I had no idea what his reaction would be. He nodded at me to continue.

"I told my roommate what you did to me and she is ready to report you!", I rushed out.

He looked at me, neither frowning nor smiling. I didn't know whether to be scared or aroused and it was making for a very uncomfortable situation.

"I see", was all he said.

He stood up, walked around his desk and sat down on it in front of me. My mouth watered in anticipation of his hard cock in my mouth again. He made no move towards me or his pants.

"Well, this is a situation that must be rectified. Here is what I want you to do."

And with that he came up with an elaborate plan that made me smile at the deviousness of it.

I left his office and began to put his plan into motion.

Later that day...

"Hey, after thinking about what you said, I think I should report the head master. Can you come down to the office with me"?

We were in the gym working out as we usually did on Saturday early evening. I wanted to make sure that when we left to head master Anton's office, that there was no one else around. She looked at me, as if to make sure I was ok with this.

"Are you sure Neesa? I don't want to embarrass you or anything, but I think this is best."

I just smiled and nodded. I was walking on the treadmill beside her, thinking that tonight was a night that neither of us would forget.

After another thirty minutes, we went into the locker room to change and shower. Though we've done this many times, I was feeling very different towards her.

Yes I fantasized about her when we were in our dorm room, but this time I was salivating with the knowledge of the coming night. Instead of trying to steal looks at her as she showered, I kept to myself.

After we dressed, we grabbed a bite to eat at the cafeteria. We finished, and walked together to head master Anton's office. What I had told Azlyn was that the head master was going to be gone and one of the female instructors, Professor Laina would be there to talk to us.

That she would be the person most likely to help us. So we walked with purpose.

I knocked on the door to announce myself, and opened the door as planned. I could feel Azlyn's gaze on my back as we walked in.

"Umm, Neesa aren't you supposed to wait until she says come in"?

I said nothing as I waited for her to walk ahead of me. I closed and locked the door behind us. I walked past her and sat down on one of the two chairs facing the desk.

The head master's chair was facing away from us. I motioned for Azlyn to take the other chair. Once she was sitting I cleared my throat.

"Professor Laina, I have something important to tell you. It is about head master Anton. I..ah..This is very hard for me. Azlyn, can you tell her what I told you"?

She glanced at me again, and started talking about what had happened to me here in this office. When she finished, we both sat in silence. We looked at each other and then glanced at the back of the chair.

"Professor, aren't you going to say anything?", Azlyn asked.

The chair started to turn around and instead of Professor Laina, it was head master Anton. He had a smile on his face that did not quite reach his eyes.

Ring Surprise!

2010-01-03T18:46:00.000-08:00

Hi all! Here is another writing challenge from @caseydamnmorgan from twitter! This week she challenged those of us to come up with a story using 1 of 3 wild cards! Mine was Ring and this is what I came up with. Please enjoy and if you want to challenge yourself click here.

“I have a surprise for you, honey.”

David turned around to his beaming wife as she held a small gift wrapped box in front of her.

“Susan, what is it?”

She smiled at him. Looking at her, you’d think the present was for her. She pointed at him and beckoned him closer. When he was standing in front of her, she whispered, “Uh unh. If I told you then it wouldn’t be a secret.”

Susan laughed at the look David gave her as he was still stumped on what his surprise was. It was not his birthday and yet she acted like it was.

“Come into the bedroom where you can open up your present.”

Pulling him along, David was flabbergasted over Susan and her surprise. He honestly had no idea what she had in store for him and now his curiosity was going overboard.

When they got into the bedroom, he saw that Susan had turned their bedroom into a room for sex, with low lighting, scented candles and toys.

Pushing him towards the bathroom she instructed him to strip while she got everything ready.

Shaking his head he did as she instructed and when he was done walked out. His cock instantly got hard as he saw his wife completely naked including her pussy.

“This is new.”

“I know. After all this time I am still glad to be able to shock you. Now it's time to open your present.”

Sitting on the bed next to her, he grabbed the box and tore it open in his excitement. In the box was a cock ring. Shocked yet turned on he knew that this was something they had talked about in the past but never tried. With shaking hands he pulled it out. Before he could do more than admire it Susan grabbed it and kissed it, making his cock even harder.

“Are you ready?”

School Girl Gets Punished Part 3

2010-01-01T23:57:00.000-08:00

He came up behind me and caressed my legs and ass. He had taken off his robe while I was getting situated on his desk. I could feel his hairy legs rubbing against mine and I shivered. He cupped my panty covered pussy, feeling how wet I was. He leaned down and told me that this was going to probably hurt. And with those words, he stood back up and began to spank my panty covered ass.

It did hurt. A lot. I tried to be quiet but his big hands were hitting me rapidly, making me scream, yell, and squirm. After about five minutes of this, my ass started to get warm, and the spanking wasn't hurting so much anymore.

In fact, it was starting to make me get wetter. I was burning and aroused beyond anything I had ever felt before, and while I had never had sex before, I did masturbate and I knew my way around my pussy.

Head master Anton, after spanking me into submission, asked me if I was ok. All I could do was nod, because I was incapable of forming words. He started to pull my panties down, and as he was doing this, he told me that he was going to reward me as the only way I deserved. After my panties were off, he unhooked my bra and threw it by my panties.

He crouched down behind me, and before I could think of what he planned next he blew upon my sopping wet pussy. I jumped because I was not expecting that. He started to lick and kiss my pussy, licking up my juices as they flowed out of me onto his desk. He stuck his amazingly long tongue inside me, probing me, making me feel so damn good. He did this for awhile but never really getting to my clit. I was losing my mind. I was so close to having a mind blowing orgasm but he would not give it to me.

He raised his head and I felt devastated. This was my punishment, to be so turned on and to not have any pleasure. But he was not done with me yet. He told me to turn over and to sit up. He had another reward to give me. I thought this is it. He is going to fuck me! But what he wanted was something else. Something I would never think to do.

"I want you to get on your knees in front of me. I am about to show you one way to please me".

I did as he asked and he put his rock solid cock in my mouth. He eased it in a little bit at a time until he touched the back of my throat. I gagged a bit but I was getting excited all over again. He pulled back and then pushed forward again.

I finally figured out the routine and started to get into it. I sucked on his luscious cock until my cheeks hurt but I still kept on going. I somehow knew that I was not supposed to use my teeth.

By this time I was so hot and horny and wet that I thought I was going to die from over stimulation. He finally stopped me from sucking on him by touching my head. He slid his cock out, while I looked up at him, my lips swollen and wet. He raised me up yet again.

"I want you to lay back down again on my desk, but this time on your back, with your legs spread and raised".

After positioning myself as he suggested, he grabbed his cock and directed it toward my raging pussy. I was so slippery and wet, that he slid right in, right up to my virgin barrier. I knew it was going to hurt, but I was past the point of caring. He stopped for a minute and told me this was so I could get used to him.

Then he pulled back and rammed into me so hard that I think I passed out for a few seconds. When I focused on him again, his cock was in me, all the way in and I was no longer in pain. He then proceeded to pull out and push his way back in until I screamed my orgasm. He continued fucking me until I came six more times, before he finally came. He pulled his cock out and shot his load all over me.

Ever since then, I have been on my best behavior. Only when I feel the need to get "punished", do I go directly to headmaster Anton's office.

Mortal Thoughts Part 10

2009-12-30T10:50:00.000-08:00

I drove with Brian in his sleek Jaguar and held my hands in my lap, eyes closed.

We had a small tug of war with my car keys in the parking lot earlier as I wanted to drive but he took my keys away. He just looked at me as he opened the passenger side and waited until I slid in. He walked back around until he got in on his side and he looked at me.

“Kira dear, if I let you drive, you will leave me high and dry and frankly my dear you owe me.” He said this with such a devilish grin I could not help but smile back.

He was right. Once I would have been in my car, I would have just drove home, shaken over what I’ve done. I opened my eyes once we were in his garage. I was beginning to get nervous which was crazy as Brian had been in my pussy with his mouth. I undid my seatbelt and closed my eyes again breathing deep.

We sat there for what seemed like forever, when I was suddenly pulled across the seats and yanked up against Brian’s chest and my mouth was devoured for the second time that day by him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself up until I straddled his legs.

I could feel his hard cock against my naked pussy and it made me wetter. I kissed him as our mouths ate at each other and moans filled the small space of the front seat. I started rocking my clit against his pants until I broke free from his mouth and moaned loud and long as an orgasm popped out of me.

I was a soaking mess and I looked at him as my orgasm settle around us. He had such a look in his eyes that I could not define it.

“Now look what you’ve done Kira. You naughty girl, you’ve made a mess on my pants and you will be suitably punished.”

I shivered at the thought. His voice wrapped around me and though I just had an intense orgasm I was ready for another one, just that quick.

Menage

2009-12-25T19:07:00.001-08:00

Hi all! As always, I love to play writing games, and this one is one of my favorites. It is called the Journaling Game. The Challenge? Take a look at a couple phrases and 1) let them inspire you and 2) try to craft a piece of writing. The person behind the journaling game? That would be Ms. @sensualtories on twitter! She gathers people from all walks of life to come up with their own story! Make sure to stop here for more players and the rules if you like to play!

You, me, and him
nothing separating us but skin.

A hand to feel, a hand to touch,
as fingers probe and stroke,
my hips thrust at the lovely intrusion.

The language of our cravings are filled with
soft sighs and moans and
the light of the swollen moon shines
down upon your skin as you approach
and devour my lips below as your
actions tell me the juices are like wine.

Our other love offers me dragonfly wing
kisses up my throat until
he runs his tongue across my panting lips

The softness of our kiss brings
this battle of ours up another heated notch
as my nose fills with the scents
of our triple desires.

I feel empty as you both leave me
only to return to put me in the perfect
position of your hardening rampaging hungers.

I am filled with hard determination,
backdoor sensation flavored with
a touch a pain as first one then the other
press forward.

Harder.
More.
Deeper.
Faster.

The crisis is at an end as we
lay intertwined among the
devastation of the bed.

Completely sated.

Mortal Thoughts Part 9

2009-12-21T16:50:00.000-08:00

When I finally came to myself, Brian had lowered my legs. Instead of getting naked and making me his, he stood and adjusted his cock in his pants. Walking into the bathroom he shared with James he washed his face and rinsed his mouth. I just laid there still trying to catch my breath and calm down.

I could not believe I let him do that to me. While I should have been remorseful, I was actually wondering when he would take me again.

He came back, a determined glint in his eyes. He bent down a bit and pulled my dress over my hips and grabbed my hands and helped me to stand on shaky legs. Once he saw that I was ok he grabbed my purse and took my hand and pulled me until I started walking.

“Where are we going?”

I was a bit overwhelmed by this change. I was not expecting this and didn’t know if he was kicking me out or what.

“I can’t fuck you properly here and I need to take you somewhere special. I promise you will love it.”

With that enigmatic reply I followed him as he unlocked his door. I completely forgot about his secretary and was thankful that it was the end of the day as she was gone. I tried to snatch my hand and walk with as much dignity I could muster with no underwear on, but he would not let my hand go as if he were afraid I run at the first sign.

As if I could run from what was happening. I was thinking about all of this, James, Brian and myself and I knew that whatever happened next I was going in with eyes wide open.

School Girl Get's Punished part 2

2009-11-28T12:56:00.000-08:00

He put his hands, palm down on the desk, and I noticed for the first time how big his hands really were. They had a sprinkling of hair on the knuckles and looked as if he could lift the whole damn desk. He pushed on the desk and stood up and what I first noticed about him was that he had his robe opened and was completely naked underneath.

To say I was shocked was a serious understatement. His cock was at rest, but even so he was huge. And clean-shaven. He came over to where I was sitting, and put his hand on my hair, smoothing it back away from my face. He bent lower towards me, his cock close to my mouth, and whispered in my ear that my punishment was about to begin.

I was so stunned and taken aback that I could only gape at him. This was not what I expected at all!

He straightened up, grabbed my hands, and pulled me up towards him, putting my arms behind my back. I could feel his cock in my stomach and I noticed that it wasn't as soft as it was before. It was stiff and rigid. I started to tremble a bit. This was way out of left field. I started to speak, but he put his lips on mine to quiet me. He raised up a bit.

"Take off your clothes."

He didn't sound like head master Anton. No, his voice was deep, deeper than I had ever heard, and it touched me deep inside, in places that no sound should ever penetrate. It was like a sound vibrator, tingling its way in.

I just stood there at first a little scared and excited. He let go of my arms and walked around me, not saying anything else, but watching me with his commanding eyes. It was as if I had no power over my thoughts or actions.

I unbuttoned my shirt and dropped it on the floor. I slid my skirt off next and kicked it to the side. All I had on was my knee high socks, tennis shoes, panties and bra. I just stood there, with my arms hugged around me, gazing at him, not sure of what was coming next but getting more and more excited.

"Good, you are learning to listen with out question. I will punish you because you have been very bad, and if you follow what I am about to do to you without any further incidents, then I will reward you well. I am about to show you who is in charge."

And with that, he shoved everything to the floor, and turned to pull me towards it. He turned me around until I was facing the desk, and pushed me forward until I was laying face down on my stomach, with my legs spread wide.

He walked around the other side of the desk and placed my hands above my head to grab hold of the other side of the desk. I allowed this because one, I was scared and two, I was very excited by the prospect of what was to come.

School Girl Gets Punished Part 1

2009-11-25T17:58:00.000-08:00

I first wrote this back in 2006 and published on Literotica. Since this story is not done and I am a bit more confident in my erotic writing, I will add what was already published and add. So please forgive any typos =D

I was a student at an all girl boarding school and I was in my last year at the school. I was 18 and no longer a virgin. It was taken by the head master of the academy, head master Anton.

It happened one day after I was taken to his office for the 20th time that month. I was what all my teachers called a trouble maker, a rebel. This last time I "accidentally" blew-up our science lab, which unfortunately resulted in me being taken to the head masters to be expelled or so I thought. What he had in mine was to teach me a lesson I would never forget.

He was one of two males in the whole school, and almost every female lusted over him. He was tall, about 6 foot 1 and had broad shoulders, muscled arms, with a tapered waist. He had shoulder length black hair, and dark brooding eyes. Though he mostly wore his robes for his office, there were a few times that us girls saw him working out in our school gym wearing shorts and a t-shirt. His legs wore heavily muscled and many a girl would look at him, probably fantasizing about him.

I strode into his office all smug and arrogant, knowing that he could only expel, not like he could spank me or anything. I flounced down on the only available chair. It was one of those Queen Ann chairs, probably an antique. Who cares? As far as I knew, this was it and I was definitely ready to be done with school.

My parents, once they had me, ignored me, and only remembered me on my birthdays. They traveled around the world and would send me some petty trinkets, as if that would make up for their indifference to me. I have been shuffled from boarding school to boarding school, five in the past six years, and I knew this was going to be my last one. I was done after this.

Apparently head master Anton had other ideas. He was sitting behind his massive desk, reading some papers, ignoring me. I cleared my throat and still he ignored me. So I put my feet up on his desk , crossed at the ankles, to grab his attention.

Now as I said, I am at an all girl boarding school so I had on a uniform that left little to the imagination. My blue and green plaid skirt was short, just above my thighs. My white, short sleeved polo shirt was tight across my breast accentuating the deep cleavage and my huge nipples. Ever since I hit puberty, I have always known how to use my body to get my way, whether it be towards a male or female. So I knew all I needed to do to get headmaster Anton's attention was to flash him a bit.

Finally he put down his papers and looked at my feet. Smiling I put them down and sat with my head down to await my expelling.

From the corner of my eye, I could see him as he continued to look at me, not smiling and it started to make me slightly uncomfortable. I usually like to be the center of attention, but the way he was staring at me was making me squirm in my seat, which in turn made my pussy lips rub together. With his gaze alone, he was beginning to make me wet and all together excited.

Dream Fascination

2009-11-24T14:10:00.000-08:00

She knew as soon as she turned the corner she was in the wrong part of town. It was dark and there were no other cars on the street but hers. She should have been paying more attention, but she had other issues on her mind, like the fact that she lost out on the big promotion at work. Sighing she tried to turn back around and swore as she heard the sirens behind her.

“Great, just great. What else can go wrong?”

Her name was Kai and she just didn’t need anything else to stress her out. Pulling over and stopping the car, she pulled her license, registration information and rolled down the window to await the officer.

It was a male, a very big male from what she could see in her rear view mirror.

“Ma’am , I’m going to need you to step out of the car, real slow.”

Kai was in shock. Before she could ask what was wrong, the officer opened her door and pulled her out the car.

“What the hell…?”

“I told you to get out of the car.”

He pulled her until they were standing next to his car, when he pushed her down over the hood.

“Hey you can’t do this! I have rights you know!”

“Actually ma’am you don’t. Once you drove your sweet little ass into this town, your way of life was forfeit. Now I need you to be quiet.”

Kai allowed herself to be pushed down, quite in shock at what he just told her. She wracked her brain for what town she was in but nothing came to mind.

“Look there must be some mistake officer. I am a law abiding citizen and I… Oh my God! What are you doing?”

The officer in question had undone his pants and had pulled out his enormous cock. It was an ugly brute, yet Kai could not stop looking at it. Then before she could blink her skirt was pulled up and her panties ripped off.

He stood behind her, his big body surrounding hers. She could feel his hardness on her ass and she shivered at what she got herself into.

“Please, please you have to let me go!”

“Sorry ma’am, but it is already too late. I can feel your arousal so why are you fighting me?”

Kai was sobbing and crying mad at her traitorous body. This whole situation was straight out of her fantasies and she could not help the moisture seeping down her leg.

He kicked her legs apart and without testing her readiness, he shoved his cock in. She gasped and arched back widening her legs more. He was grunting behind her as her inner walls milked him. He grabbed both her hands and shackled them while he proceeded to pound into her, giving her no mercy.

Kai screamed in the night as her orgasm came hard and fast. The officer never stopped, just pounded her until the next orgasm flushed thorough. Kai was no longer crying but begging.

“Please oh god, please, harder, fuck me with that monster!”

He just grunted behind her giving her what she craved, what she needed. When she had five glorious orgasms, he pulled out, still hard, wet with her juices. He pulled her up and wrapped his hand around her hair which had come loose.

“I am going to need you to finish me off. You know what you need to do.”

Kai nodded as much as she could with his grip in her hair. She got to her knees, in front of the monster that gave her what she needed. She at first licked his head, tasting herself on him. Then becoming bold she grabbed him with both hand and swallowed as much as she could before gagging. She was in heaven and loving every damn minute of this. He eventually took over and started pounding her face.

She could hear his breath change knowing he was close. He grabbed her head and stiffened as he gave her his cum as she swallowed drop after drop, until none was left. He pulled out, soft and looked down at her.

As he opened his mouth, an annoying, jarring alarm buzzard came out making her frown. Before she could puzzle it out, she woke up from one of her better wet dreams. Her hands were stuffed in her pussy and she was coming off another orgasm.

“Damn, I need a real sex life.”

Writing Contest at Night Owl Romance! Please vote for me!

2009-11-12T09:47:00.000-08:00

Hi all! I am very serious about this writing gig, and I entered a contest! Woo Hoo! Please, please go over and check out my entry here. I am #18 and my lovely bit of writing is called "The Vampire's Kiss"

You must be over 18 to be on the site as it a romance/erotic book site. So mine is romance but not vulgar, well no vulgar words that is, lol.So here are the details of the contest.

Come on girls/guys I am counting on your VOTE!

Kiss Scene: Under The Mistletoe Writing Contest at Night Owl Romance.I have entry #18 in this contest called “The Vampire’s Kiss.” So please vote as this is a first for me!

Voting is from November 12th - 30th, 2009

First Place Prize: $50 cash by check or $70 NOR Promotion Credit

Second Place Prize: $30 cash by check or $50 NOR Promotion Credit

Third Place Prize: $20 cash by check or $30 NOR Promotion Credit

It is really easy to vote. 1 entry per person, nothing to sign up for like so many other sites. Just read the story, and if you like it (I sure hope so!!!) vote for me! I would love to know that my writing rocks.

If you like please promote me on your own page, and when and if you have something you're promoting I will be more than happy to give you a shout out on my own blog!! =D Just let me know!

Sex or Treat!

2009-10-29T16:22:00.000-07:00

Hi all! As always, I love to play writing games, and this one is one of my favorites. It is called the Journaling Game. The Challenge? Take a look at 10 phrases and 1) let them inspire you and 2) try to craft a piece of writing. Well out of the 10 phrases I picked two, and the story took off from there! As this is October I wanted to keep a Halloween theme and this story is a result. The person behind the journaling game? That would be Ms. @sensualtories on twitter! She gathers people from all walks of life to come up with their own story! Make sure to stop here for more players and the rules if you like to play! Mine is longer than I wanted (over 1600 words) so I uploaded here! Please enjoy!

Sex or Treat!

She hadn’t imagined the sound, because in such silence, even a pulse was noise. Stopping, she tried peering into the darkness of the room she was in, holding her breath. Not hearing it again, she shook it off. Her name was Laina, and she was locked in the house. On a dare from her friends, she stated she wasn’t afraid to stay the night at the creepy, sinister house on the hill, which according to legend was haunted.

Laina felt along the wall in what she assumed was the hallway. She was completely turned around. When she first got there, her flashlight was working, but went out as soon as she made her way further into the house. There, she thought, as her hand brushed along the banister of the staircase.

She wasn’t quite afraid yet, even though it was eerie being in a home that was rumored to have ghosts. As per the plan, she was going up to the master bedroom, where something tragic happened. No one knew exactly what the tragedy was, but supposedly this is where all the paranormal activity was rumored to have happened.

Walking carefully up the stairs, listening as the creek of each step made a loud sound, Laina felt the hairs rise at the back of her neck. Stopping, she turned around slowly, and stopped breathing. At the bottom of the stairs was a man with red eyes, staring at her. He smiled at her, showing his teeth, which were not normal.

Laina broke into a cold sweat. Hearing a sound, she realized it was her, screaming. She turned and ran blindly the rest of the way up the stairs. Before she could get to the first bedroom, the man was there at the top, looking at Laina with an intense hunger. Yelping and jumping back, Laina realized at the last second that behind her was the staircase. Feeling herself fall backwards, Laina screamed and blacked out.

***

Laina could feel a cool breeze over her body. Grabbing for her blanket, she opened her eyes abruptly and realized she couldn’t move her arms. Upon further investigation she was secured to a bed with both her hands and feet tied with a rope. She was naked and in a strange room, wondering how she came to be there when memory returned. Struggling and jerking at the ropes, and screaming for help, she stopped when a voice called out “stop!”

Looking towards the sound of the voice, Laina shivered, not just from the cold, but from the fact the “man” wasn’t human. The room was filled with candles and lit up every corner. While he had the body of a man, the skin color and the horns sticking from his head, led her to believe that she was in trouble, as he was completely naked. His skin had a bluish tint to it and was rippling with muscles. He was quite handsome with a wicked grin. His hair was long and silky and was the same color as his skin. He licked his lips and Laina shuddered harder at the reptilian-like tongue. His eyes blazed red and he was palming his enormous cock.

“Girl, you should not have come here tonight, on All Hallow’s Eve.” His voice rushed over her and touched her in places a voice had no business touching! It was sex personified, deep and sensual.

“Don’t come any closer, you whatever the fuck you are!” Screaming and struggling once more, Laina fought hard, but deep down she knew it was a losing battle.

Stepping closer to the bed, the demon let go of his cock and started playing with Laina’s nipples, making them hard. Staring at him in growing horror, she realized she was getting turned on. Cursing her body’s reaction she fought harder against the restraints.

Chuckling, the demon pinched her nipples hard, which made her scream louder, but also stopped her from moving.

“Girl, there is no use struggling. The more you move the hungrier I become. Are you prey or my fucktoy?”

Mouth gaping open in shock and fear, Laina could not comprehend what he just said to her. Damn her constant need to prove herself. When will she ever learn?

Before she could close her mouth, the demon was there pushing his cock into her mouth, choking her before he pulled back and plunged in again. His skin was hot, his cock a heavy bar in her mouth as he fucked it, going slow then fast. She always got turned on by sucking cock and this was no different as she could feel the wetness pooling in her exposed pussy. He tasted like musk wrapped around the citrus of an orange and a lemon, and it made Laina hotter than anything she had ever experienced before.

“Girl, you are going to get the fucking of your life, as I am more horny than hungry. Are you ready for me, or do I have to discipline you some more?”

Laina was becoming lost in the taste and texture of the hardness in her mouth and unconsciously her hips jerked, searching for relief. He had to be drugging her, she thought, because she was getting hornier by the minute and all she was doing was sucking him off.

Pulling his cock out of her mouth he moved further down until he was at her pussy. Pulling a strap from behind him, Laina came back to herself when she felt the sharp sting against her bare pussy lips. Screaming and trying to jerk back, she was dismayed to find that the sting didn’t just go away, but change into a tingle that was making her hungry for more. For the next few minutes the demon proceeded to whip her pussy until Laina was sobbing for release. Dropping the strap, he smiled down at her.

“Ah little girl, are you now the hungry one? Ready for some cock? I think not. I have one more thing to do.”

Laina was almost beyond coherent thought. She grunted and begged to be fucked. She was begging to cum yet the demon merely teased and tortured her. Before she could beg him again, she snapped to attention when she noticed he was at the end of the bed, head between her legs. When she felt the first lick, she started crying in relief. Finally, she thought, finally he’ll let me cum.

Instead of giving her the relief she was ready to kill for, he turned this into a new torture for her. He slurped and licked and tongue-fucked her, but he stayed away from her clit. She was sobbing now in desperation. She came so close to cumming so many times that she lost count. She threw curses at him, and begged him and still no relief. He had a hold of her thighs, clasping them tightly while he brought her to the brink until he was satisfied with her level of arousal.

Taking one last lick, the demon stood and undid the rope at her feet, then moved to untie her hands. Laina laid still, panting in anticipation of the culmination. She didn’t know how long he had been playing with her, but she was more than ready. He got back onto the bed and flipped her over onto her stomach. He grabbed her hips and raised her up until she was on her hands and knees. Widening her legs as far as she could go, he grabbed a hold of his cock and positioned it at her opening.

“Girl are you ready to service me for all time?”

“Yes, please yes! Anything you want, please I have to have your cock in me now!”

With her consent, the demon shoved in until he was all in. Laina shrieked in pleasure/pain and started to pump back on him.

“Oh no girl, this is my right as your master, to give you what you crave.”

And with those words, the demon deliberately pulled out slow until just the tip was left and then plunged back. He did this several more times until Laina’s voice became hoarse with her growing pleasure. He held her hips and started pounding into her until she cried out.

“Oh. My. God. I’m cumming you blue motherfucker, I’m cumming!”

As her orgasm hit her, the demon cried out, as he fed off of her energy. When she came back to herself, she was on her side, leg raised high while the demon continued to pound into even harder. He had his other hand on her breasts, playing with her nipples as she could feel the familiar feeling again. As she came a second time, harder than the first, she felt a sharp stab of pain in her shoulder blade. Once the pain subsided she turned back and saw the mark.

“What the hell did you do that for?”

“You are now mine, girl. Remember you consented. Once you stepped into this house on this night, your life was forfeit.”

Shaking her head no, she tried to pull away from him, but deep down she knew it was already too late.

“Just what the hell are you?”

Chuckling he pounded into her again until she came harder than ever.

“Girl, now you ask? Humans are strange creatures. I am an incubus, and you my dear girl, are no longer quite human, but other. Your will is mine now. I feed off of your sexual energy and so far, I am the winner in this bargain.”

Laina knew it was a done deal. He never stopped fucking her as he spoke of her fate, and for the life of her, she really couldn’t bring herself to really care.

“Within one hour, we will need to leave this realm, girl, as you are no longer of this world.”

With a final thrust, he came inside of her, which prompted her to come again. Looking out the window, she could see the sky lighting, and she knew without a doubt she was truly ensnared. Already, she felt different, and with that final thought, Laina accepted her new life and realized that the house was truly haunted.

Fear - MicroFantasy Monday #51

2009-10-26T22:08:00.000-07:00

Today’s Theme: Fear If you like a little Hentai then this is a little inspired Hentai story.

Sina was breathing hard, body in pain from the running. Her face was wet with sweat and tears, her clothing torn from the branches. She was in the woods, lost, running blindly. She knew it was behind her, the Creature. Finally falling down, her legs gave out. Heart beating loudly, she fervently wished it would stop. Then she heard it. An unearthly sound that no human throat could make. Crying out with a guttural sound, she started pulling forward to get away. In less than a minute it was upon, its cold tentacle closing around her ankle. Knowing it was futile, she tried to wiggle away, kicking out at it, her foot connecting to solid flesh.

The creature grunted and pulled her closer. Flipping her over, Sina got her first look at it and though her voice was gone, her grunts were sheer terror. In front of her was a man-like creature. It had two legs and two arms. Its fingers were tentacles that were extending towards what was left of her clothing, caressing her skin. She found it hard to concentrate on its body. Mind nearly gone in her fear, the Creature grabbed her face and made Sina look it in the eye. Unable to move, she stared at its eyes and realized that its eyes were a beautiful sea blue.

Her body stopped struggling. She became aware that it was hypnotizing her and there was nothing she could do. As a matter a fact her body was beginning to feel hot in places it has never felt heat, her inner secret woman’s place. Releasing its grip on her face, the Creature took its tentacles and ripped her clothing off of her. It bent its head and tongued her breasts, making her feel an ache deeper inside. Its tongue was long, reptilian and cold, yet she could not find any horror in it. In fact she was grunting for more.

Taking off the rest of her clothing, it took a tentacle and probed her wet pussy. Sina groaned in pleasure, wondering why she ran in the first place. Removing its tentacles, it reached down and spread her legs apart roughly. It grunted, and Sina knew it wanted her to look down. She did. What she saw instantly wiped the lethargic feelings away. What she saw was biggest cock in her life. It was hard and its head was flared that it looked to be as big as her fist closed.

Trying to move away, groaning in fear, Sina screamed in horror, pain, and pleasure when it plunged into her still wet pussy. Without giving her time to breathe it proceeded to pound into her, making her have orgasm after orgasm and still more. Its tentacles grew and pulled her ass cheeks apart. When Sina felt a probe in her ass, she knew a new fear, yet she could not stop the brutal pleasure the Creature was giving her. Once its tentacles were in her ass, he showed her no mercy and proceeded to fuck her the night away. Sina died from extreme pleasure.

Beauty-Microfantasy Monday #49

2009-10-12T12:07:00.000-07:00

Today's theme: Photos

“Can I take a picture of you naked?”

Sierra stared at him, and shook her head no.

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t like my body.”

Sean looked at her and knew he had to convince her. He was a photographer and he saw the beauty behind his lens, and she was beautiful. Ever since he accidentally bumped into her two weeks ago, he wanted a full body shot of her.

They were in bed, rumpled sheets and sweat glistening bodies showing they just finished another round of fucking, and his cock started to get hard again at the idea of plunging into her wet heat. As a matter of fact he wanted to take pictures of their intimate moments together, but she refused. She only became wanton when he was in her, talking dirty, then she would let go and give as good as she got.

He couldn’t get enough of her, and he wanted, no needed to do this to show her what he and everyone else saw.

Friday Flash Fiction – Something More

2009-10-09T09:42:00.000-07:00

He saw her as soon as she walked into the bar. She was in the middle of a gaggle of women but he only had eyes for her. He was instantly attracted to her cocoa-color skin and full luscious lips.

When her group found a booth, he noticed her ass, as she was the last to slide in. He saw a flash of thong underneath her extremely short skirt. His cock started throbbing at the idea of bending the ebony beauty over the table he was sitting at and sinking to the hilt. He shivered in anticipation and tried to talk his cock down from its apparent excitement.

He waited almost the whole night, but he finally saw an opportunity to talk to her, when her friends left her to go dance. Getting up and making his way over, he saw that she turned her head and watch his approach with interest.

“Mind if I sit?”

She looked him up and down and nodded. He slid in beside her and stared at her. He found himself getting lost in her eyes when he noticed she was speaking. He had to shake the vision of her on her knees, lips wrapped around his cock milking him.

“My friends told me you have been staring at me all night. You like what you see?”

He smiled at her and saw her eyes widen.

“I do.”

He could tell she was nervous, but she was also becoming aroused by his nearness. He inhaled and had to close his eyes at the sweet, yet spicy scent that had him hard in an instant. Opening his eyes, he knew then and there, that he had to make her his for all eternity. She was the one.

Yaoi Love - Friday Flash Fiction

2009-10-03T00:22:00.000-07:00

This is part of a story I am working on. I want it to work. Let me know either way

Vanal couldn’t wait anymore. He gave Ren more than enough time to get used to his sexual arousal. Once the chastity chip was out, Ren had been having a sexual orgy with himself and the captain, as his right, watched him each night. The captain was through waiting.

They were on the bridge and he watched Ren with hunger. From his violet hair to his flight suit covered body, Vanal wanted him badly. When Ren unhooked fom the nav-pilot station, and left for his cabin, Vanal waited a bit and got up and followed him.

The whole ship knew he was stalking Ren in the Shetharan love ritual, and they were placing bets on how fast Ren would fall.

Finally spotting Ren ahead waiting for the lift, Vanal walked up behind him and grabbed his arm and pulled him into a dark corner.

“What…?”

Ren never finished his sentence as he suddenly found himself surrounded by one hungry male who took Ren’s open mouth and devoured his mouth, bruising Ren in his excitement. Vanal was the master and he wanted command of Ren. Vanal rubbed his hard cock against him, shoving his lower body into Ren. They rubbed their clothed cocks together, barely breathing through the kiss.

He heard him whimper, and Vanal wrenched his mouth away breathing hard.

“Ensign, I fucking want you,” He growled low.

Air Conditioner, Matrix, Stenography Flash Fiction Friday #22

2009-09-25T22:40:00.000-07:00

Thank you Casey for this one! The key words are getting harder, but it makes me write better, at least I think so! Check her out here and enjoy!

It was hot. Scorching out. She could feel her shirt sticking to her back. The air conditioner was out again in the small office, and her skin-flint boss refused to get a new one. Sitting at her desk, trying to look cool, calm and serene, she smiled as yet another person called into complain about something else.

Maybe she should have gone to stenography school, because all she was doing was taking notes anyway of every complaint that came through.

Tuning out the woman on the other line crying about her woes, she wished she was in the Matrix right now. She rather be plugged in and out instead of being in this office. Hell, unlike Neo’s character, she’d have taken the other pill. What color was it?

“Of course ma’am and I am sorry to hear that your dog is sick, but was there anything else I could help you with? No, ok, I will make sure to let the company CEO know of your displeasure. Thank you for calling, have a nice day.”

She disconnected the call and snatched off her head-set. She was tired of this bullshit job. Stretching until her muscles popped, she had a date with a hot bath and her Rabbit. Hell she deserve some self-loving after the week she had.

Her pussy tingled in anticipation of the session. Hell maybe she needed to forgo her toy and actually go out with her friends tonight. Maybe she could have the real thing.

Friday Flash Fiction

2009-09-25T19:02:00.000-07:00

Hi all! I am doing another fun-filled flash fiction. I converse via blog comments on my other blog with Jenna Byrnes and saw this on hers. I was instantly hooked. So here is my small effort. Enjoy!

"Damn it Kito, why are you being so cruel to me?"

"It is not cruelty dear heart, but discipline. I need you to keep your orgasm back. You will enjoy the big payoff. This I promise you."

Deron was writhing on the bed, tied up and blind-folded as Kito and Celia played him. He was shaking with the effort to come, but they were relentless. His cock was so hard that it was almost painful to touch, yet he craved both his lovers with an intensity, that scared him. And he wouldn't have it any other way.

He heard Celia softly laughing in the background, then jumped when he felt her lips on the head of his cock. His moan was loud in the room as he felt her move away.

"Oh darling, look at that delicious cock. I am such, a lucky girl. How bad do you want us?"

Begging, almost sobbing he gave up his will to them.

Breathing - Micro Fantasy Monday

2009-09-21T21:37:00.000-07:00

In the darkness I feel your breath upon my neck, your cock still hard within me. We are laying on your bed my back to your front. You cradle my leg as you lift it just high enough to drape over your leg. You play with my nipples, pinching them harder when I squirm. No words are needed as we breathe as one. Still you do not move. I feel you harden further as our breaths become deeper and slower. You leave my nipples alone and your hands play a silent melody against my skin traveling down until they lay upon my curls. Our breathing speeds up as your fingers go further until you part my lips until you find my clit. You work my clit until I tighten around your cock in my excitement, until I can’t take it anymore. You remove your hand and you start to move, our breathing still as one.

Sweat, Ophiuchus, Libretto Flash Fiction Friday #21

2009-09-19T17:49:00.000-07:00

This week's flash fiction was hard! But I love the challenge! Enjoy!

She could feel the sweat dripping on her back. On the dresser near the bed, the libretto sat, the finish product a triumph. She was dying to cum, but he made her wait, like he always did after he wrote an operatic masterpiece.

“Can you feel me in you, fucking you?”

She moaned as she felt him speed up. He knew exactly how to move, to make her come apart.

“Hmm baby, your pussy is so wet, so tight; I want to fuck you all night long”

“Shut-up and let me cum, damn you”

She could feel it, but it was out of her reach. The bed was shaking as they moved. They had been at it for hours, as evidenced by the state of the bed. The headboard was making so much noise; she was surprised the police haven’t stopped by yet.

Then he stopped. She was shaking with the effort to orgasm. She was ready to kill. Before she could think he pulled out slowly, making her moan in frustration.

“Damn it, you better put that cock back in me motherfucker!”

She heard him chuckle behind her as he slapped her ass.

“You got such a naughty mouth. Turn over. I need to see the Ophiuchus in your eyes.”

Turning over as fast as she could, she giggled at his asinine astronomy reference. He got between her legs, and slid his cock home, making them both moan.

“Oh baby, you feel so good. You squeeze me so good.”

He set up a pace that had her scratching his back in an effort to make him go faster. He grabbed her leg and lifted it until her foot touched the headboard.

“You ready to cum?”

“Motherfucker, hell ya!”

And with those words, he fucked her hard and fast until she screamed herself raw until she had the biggest, hardest orgasm of her life.

After coming back to earth, she focused on him above her, and smiled as his hand caressed her face. She loved him with all her heart, but he was married.

Seasons-Microfantasy Monday

2009-09-14T20:31:00.000-07:00

I've been out of the loop, but I was glad to get in on this new prompt. Thanks to Ang, I came up with a poem. It is not fully erotic, (at least I don't think so) but it has elements of it. I enjoyed writing and I hope you enjoy reading . Thanks!

Spring.
You are beauty in motion,
young and nubile, your body
my temple to worship. I look
at you and know that you are meant for me.
You make me flounder and stutter but
you take me in hand and tempt me with your
lush mouth and I grace it with my
inner essence and stare, as you take
me into to you, a promise in your
eyes of more to come.

Summer.
Sultry, flames of desire. Your
body envelopes mine in silky, wet
heat as I glide in and out
of your body to find absolute glory. I stand tall
as you wrap yourself around me and I come
ever closer to my own nirvana, a feverish
feeling overcoming me as I pound the truth
into you as I feel you clench tight
around me and I see heaven in your eyes.

Fall.
We are older, but I desire you no less.
I still fill you up as never before, but now
there are three to our two. You bless me
everyday with the embodiment of our love.

Winter.
The deep night whispers of days
gone by. We have made the journey together
in our seasons of change.

Mortal Thoughts Part 8

2009-09-12T17:36:00.000-07:00

Hearing Brian growl those words made things clench hard low in my belly. Knowing that my husband at one point was in league with Brian to have me did not deter me from this moment. In fact I was beginning to pant more with the idea of two men taking me to heights I never known.

Brian scooted down low until he made me spread my legs so he could get between them. He put his hand on my skirt and raised it until my lace panties were showing. He smiled a dark smile as he bent down and sniffed between my legs.

“I love your scent dear Kira. I’ve smelled it on James and it has always driven me crazy with desire. Do you know what you do to me?”

I was beyond coherent speech. My mouth was open and I was moaning with each whispered word he said. Before I knew it, he slid my panties down, but instead of moving he raised my legs until he could take them off and put them in his pants pocket.

Still dressed and keeping my legs up, he lowered his head until his lips touched my pussy. I jumped at the intimate touch. At first all he did was breathe me in until I thought I would go crazy, and then he licked me.

A small low moan forced its way out of my throat and it was just a lick. My hands found his head and I pushed him even further into my pussy. That must have been his signal because he then went on the attack. He stuck his tongue in and whipped it around my pussy, and then he licked and nibbled my labia until I thought I would scream from the sensory overload.

He teased my clit but only as an after thought. I was so ready to come my legs were shaking and I was wet with sweat, but he continued to tease and overload me until I finally begged for release and then and only then did he give my clit the attention it needed. I was crying and making noises that were incoherent but when I finally came, I screamed long and loud and shuddered as he continued to lap at my pussy until I nearly fainted.

Mortal Thougts Part 7

2009-09-06T20:08:00.000-07:00

I was in turmoil. My mind knew that what Brian was proposing was wrong, yet from the neck down, my body was telling a different story. It was telling me to lie down and let Brian ravish me. My eyes never moved from his cock since I saw his hardness. I don’t know when he stopped the DVD player, but the absolute silence was broken when he called my name and put his finger under my chin and lifted my face up to his.

What I saw there broke a restraint inside me and there was nothing I could do to stop what happened next.

“James…” I choked out.

Brian looked into my eyes and lowered his lips to mine, barely brushing them across mine.

“Kira, know that James and I have talked about this before, about including you in our relationship, but he was always afraid you’d leave him. I knew deep down that you could handle anything we had in mind. Please forgive me for the subterfuge, but I knew of no other way.”

After that, he let go of my hand and captured my face in both his hands and kissed me like the alpha male he was. My eyes closed. He pushed open my lips with his tongue and swept it inside and attacked. He sucked on my tongue until I whimpered and yet he didn’t stop. It was like he was devouring me. A tidal wave of wetness gushed out of my pussy. I was so overcome, that I forgot to breathe.

Finally stopping his assault, he rested his head on mine, both of us breathing as if we ran a marathon. I was such a mass of feelings that I didn’t know where to begin in my desire for him. Pushing me away from him slightly I opened my eyes and saw his intense stare. I never had anyone look at me like that except James.

“Kira, I’m going to fuck you now.”

Mortal Thoughts Part 6

2009-08-29T17:01:00.000-07:00

“Wait here. I have something to show you.”

Moving away from me, Brian assured I wasn’t going anywhere by holding my hand on my lap. I wouldn’t have left anyway. My body was a slave to his dominance. I heard him rummaging around in the small dresser by the sofa.

Sitting back up, he had a portable DVD player. Looking at it I began to have a sick feeling in my stomach. Glancing back at him, he was looking at me neither smiling nor speaking. I was getting nervous though I couldn’t guess what was on there. I tried to jerk my hand from his.

Without a word, he pressed play. On the small screen it was his office. In a chair was Brian fully clothed except his pants were undone and his dick was being sucked by my husband who was naked with his hands tied behind his back with a blindfold on.

I sat in shock and arousal as my husband worked Brian like a pro. He was hungry for cock, and he took every single inch down his throat. The look Brian was giving James was love as simple as that.

I should have been offended, but I was so turned on, that I had trouble breathing. I could feel a trickle of wetness slide down the crack of my ass like a raindrop on the side of a window. My legs were shaking in the effort to not move my wet pussy in relief. My breast were swollen and my nipples hard. I realized that I had taken Brian’s hand and was pressing it down on my mound.

I was so turned on seeing my husband in that position of submission, that I wanted to be fucked now, and the only hard cock available was sitting next to me as evidenced by the huge bulge I kept glancing at.

Mortal Thoughts Part 5

2009-08-25T12:08:00.000-07:00

All I could do was sit in stunned silence as I took in what Brian told me. In all the time I’ve known him I would never have suspected he was gay or bisexual, especially as he went through women like a fish to water.

Taking a deep breath, I tried to gather my scattered thoughts into a semblance of cohesion, but I was still drawing a blank. Finally looking at him, I noticed he was closer. He was so close in fact that I could smell his cologne. It was a clean woodsy scent that sent my senses in an uproar. He sat by me too close for comfort and when I attempted to get up and move away, he grabbed my arm, forcing me to stay.

Refusing to look at him, he leaned in close to my ear, and whispered, “Kira, I want you, and from the sound of things you want me to. I know James hasn’t made love you because I forbade it. Oh yes, I am the dominant in our relationship and while he refuses to leave you, in order to get my cock he must leave you unsatisfied. Selfish I know.”

I was so angry at his words, but even more so at my traitorous body. From the first time me and James were together we have always made love and my body craved the attention like our founding fathers craved the freedom from the British. It had been six weeks since I had a good pounding and having such a virile male touching me, breath blowing across my neck with each whispered word was driving me slowly insane.

An Intimate Moment

2009-08-24T08:40:00.000-07:00

Anisha’s body was made for him. She was a throwback to an era where rubenesque beauty was the norm. An adult pleasure, like coffee. Dark and bitter, he craved her every day. He stared down at her sleeping form next to his in the bed and admired how the moonlight cast its light on them, his light to her dark. She was on her back and sleeping the sleep of the dead. The night was hot, with little air circulating and she had pushed the covers down and away from her nude form.

Like a work of art, her body was poetry in slumber. His eyes trailed hotly over her and his hands soon followed. Concentrating on his exploration, his hands traced over her dark silky, smooth skin. He cupped her breasts and loved the way his hands enhanced her dark, chocolate nipples. He leaned towards her breasts and pushed them together and began a gentle feasting.

At first she didn’t stir, but then he started nipping and licking and she began to waken. Continuing his assault upon her breasts, he became lost in her scent of arousal perfuming the air. Coming back to reality, he felt her fingers in his hair and looked up into her sleepy, aroused eyes. Her full lips were slightly parted as her breathing changed.

Leaving her breasts alone for the moment he raised up until he was on top of her, covering his body with hers.

“Sean, baby again?” Anisha whispered.

Sean smiled at her and bent down to taste her lips.

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Leela's Awakening Part 2

2009-08-17T23:31:00.000-07:00

Hi all! This is part of the Microfantasy Monday! This weeks theme is Hands. Thanks to Sweltering Celt for this indulgence. I hope enjoy the story as this story wants to be told. =D

Leela’s Awakening Part 2

Day 2

Leela was in the Master’s suite. He was dressed in black slacks, a white button up shirt and barefoot and sitting in an armchair. Leela was kneeling down by his feet naked. He was older than her, with a little gray mixed in with his dark hair. He was tall, tanned and his eyes were ice blue that seemed to know her every thoughts.

He was teaching her how to please him. He told her he usually left that to his maid, but since she was not supposed to sample the new subordinate, she was being punished and therefore he had to take over the duty.

His voice caressed her as his hand smoothing her hair. She listened as he continued with his lessons.

“Since I don’t know what your desires are, I have set up a table of some of my toys. Please see before you several instruments of discipline. I want you to walk over to each one and then I want you to pick each piece up and without speaking a word, you will let me know which one’s we can play with”

Leela was nervous. Half the items were unknown to her and the others she new from her research of the scene. Getting to her feet she walked over to the table.

She picked up a black, rubberized cone about three or four inches. Each item had a label in front of it and this one was called a butt plug. Glancing over at the Master she saw his eyes and they seemed to be encouraging her to take the item. As she was here for him, she nodded to acknowledge that the butt plug would be apart of the play.

Going down the table, she picked items mostly from gauging the Masters reaction. She was such a novice that she had no idea what the items would feel like. The last item on the table was a red, nylon rope. This one item called to her like nothing else did. Picking up one end of the rope, Leela shivered slightly as she slid it back in forth in her hand as if she were jacking it off. The feel of it was indescribable to her. She could imagine it binding her breasts, and wrapped around her pussy tightly. She saw videos on rope play and it made her curious to try all the different ways to be tied up.

For a minute she almost forgot the Master. Dropping the rope as if it burned her, she looked up at him. The look on his face told her he saw her reaction. She shivered again, then lowering her head, she returned to his side, kneeling at his feet.

“Ah my dear Subordinate, you’ve given me an idea of what to do with you. You were able to “feel” the items I wanted to introduce to you, and it was beautifully done.”

His hand caressed her face where she knelt in compliance.

“But I never would have assumed you would be the one for the rope. It will be your reward after I see how well you take my direction. Thank you Leela for allowing me to take care of your needs.”

She was in heaven. She tried not to squirm, but his hand on her face, was having an effect on her.

Mortal Thoughts Part 4

2009-08-16T12:31:00.000-07:00

Taking a deep breath, I stare down at the carpeting as I tried to gather myself. This was embarrassing for me but it had to be done. Gathering what little courage I had, I looked at Brian and told him to leave James alone.

Brian continued to stare at me, which in turn made me increasingly uncomfortable. I wanted to break his stare, but I was there to get my husband back.

He finally turned his head away and whispered these words, “et ego in arcadia vixi”. Standing and walking around his desk, he walked towards the door and without looking at me, locked it. Panicked I jumped up ready to leave, when he grabbed my arm and dragged me over to the sofa by the umbrella stand I helped picked out for both offices.

Ready to scream, Brian pushed me down told me to be quiet. As I am about to get up and storm out, he started to explain the situation between him and James.

“Kira, I told James to tell you about us, long ago, but he refused. I even threatened to tell you about us, but he told he would leave me and this company behind. You see, we have this bond, just like you and James have a bond. I saw you the other night when I was fucking him. I wanted you to catch us. I can’t have all of him without you, and I need him as much as you.”

I didn’t expect to hear this and I sure as hell didn’t want to feel sympathy for him.

Leela's Awakening Part 1

2009-08-10T19:10:00.000-07:00

This is my first entry for Microfantasy Monday! This one just felt right to me, but we'll see. This weeks key/prompt words were exhibitionism/voyeurism.

Standing at the entrance of the place she would be calling home for the next three years, Leela realized that today was the day that she would finally be free. She had been making plans for the last six months, getting her affairs in order, closing shop on her old life to make way for her new one.

She was ready to be the person she knew she was deep down. Her secret desires were about to bear fruit and this made her very excited. Taking a deep breath, she knocked on the stately door and while waiting for the door to swing open, her mind flashed back to the beginning.

Six months earlier, she was reading the classifieds when something caught her eye. It was a job for a subordinate with excellent pay and benefits. She read it again. At first she thought it was a joke, but the more she sat there wondering exactly what this job was, she became intrigued. She read it again. There wasn’t much to the ad, but it pulled her none the less. Going on pure instinct, she called the number and made an appointment for an interview.

That was the start of her independence of self and while still nervous, she felt that she was better for it. Snapping back to the present, she saw the door opening and a maid ushered her in then closed the door firmly behind her, thereby shutting the door to her old life.

Leela was new to the lifestyle and was given a set of instructions to make sure she was the perfect candidate.

The maid led her to a room that was empty inside except for a dresser drawer, and once inside, the maid motioned for her to stand in the middle of the room.

“As you are very new, the Master wanted to make sure you read all of the rules and what is to be expected of you. Nod if you understand.”

Leela nodded, shaking in anticipation of what was about to come. The maid walked around her, assessing her.

“You are a bit thicker and darker than the Master’s usual Subordinates, but you pleased him with your honesty. Now for your first test. Please remove all clothing. The Master is watching and wants to make sure that you’ve done everything asked of you.”

This was the moment of truth for Leela. With trembling fingers, she unbuttoned her shirt, breathing deeply. Drawing the shirt off, she held it out towards the maid. Next she toed off her loafers, then slid her slacks down. Bending down, knowing she was being watched, she picked up the items handed them over.

As per her new employers rules, she wore nothing underneath the clothing. While she was not ashamed of her body, she also wasn’t happy with her curves and softness. Taking a deep breath, she stood still while the maid walked around her again, this time touching and rubbing her exposed body. Leela did not now how to react. She never had a woman touch her so intimately, and she was becoming aroused and confused.

“Perfect. You take direction well and the Master will be pleased. Spread your legs please.”

Legs spread as far as Leela could go, the maid knelt down in front of her. When Leela felt hot air against her pussy lips, she almost made a sound, but at the last minutes swallowed the sound down. Bracing herself for the intimate inspection, Leela shook slightly as she felt the maid tug on the clit ring she had to get before she could be accepted. It had healed but made for a very sensitive area.

Leela’s knees almost buckled when she felt the woman’s finger slide into her pussy, as well as her tongue on her lips. Knowing she was about to be fired before she could start, a bell sounded making both Leela and the maid jump. Not knowing what that was, she stood still as the maid quickly got to her feet. Leela noticed that the maid was flushed, her nostrils flaring.

Gathering herself the maid told Leela to get on her knees, hands behind her back to wait for further instructions.

Copyright, 2009 Nettagyrl - Meaning its mine Bitches!!

Mortal Thoughts Part 3

2009-08-09T15:02:00.000-07:00

I did it. I made an appointment with Brian, explaining I had some financial questions to ask him. I knew it was an aberration from my normal day but I could not wait any longer to get this out in the open.

As I was preparing to get ready, I had to force myself to take deep, calming breaths. I didn’t hate Brian, but I needed for him to stop and I was prepared to do anything to get my husband back. Finally dressed, in an apricot mini sundress, 3 inch heels to match, and hair coiled in a serious bun, I stared in the mirror and I could see determination in my eyes.

“Hello Mary, I’m here to see Mr. Temple.”

“Of course Mrs. Reynolds, go right ahead.”

Taking another breath I walked into Brian’s office and shut the door behind me. He was on the phone, and motioned for me to sit in the chair facing him.

Sitting down, I could see that his office was the exact replica of James’ office except in here there were no pictures of me on the walls.

Finally finishing up with his call, Brian turns to me with a smile. But as I sit and stare at him I notice that his smile does not quite reach his eyes. This is something I’ve never noticed before.

“Kira, my dear, how may I help you?”

Here was my opening, yet I just sat frozen in the chair, heart thumping erratically.

Mortal Thoughts, Part 2

2009-08-01T17:54:00.000-07:00

I was still reeling from the scene with my husband James and his partner Brian. I was driving my German precision BMW while thinking of a challenge to get my husband back. It was a beautiful spring day and I had the top down, driving along the coast. It helped me to think with no distractions. Yes I know I was driving and I am careful, but there is something about the movement of the car and the tranquility of the coast that helps my thoughts form.

Apparently James liked both men and women. I still loved my husband and I could not just give him up with out a fight. I drove for hours until I finally had a plan, an idea that I was determine to implement.

What I had to do was confront Brian and convince him to leave James alone. While James and I have known each other for fifteen years, James and Brian were childhood friends. Not once would I have ever thought of the two of them other than friends. Brian was James’ best man. They went into business together after college.

I wanted my husband back. And I deserved an explanation. I needed to know how long this “relationship” had been going on. Brian was my enemy and yet I could not do anything that would jeopardize my relationship with James, so I had to go to him on my best behavior.

I had to prepare for battle.

Copyright, 2009 Nettagyrl - Meaning its mine Bitches!!

Dirty Interlude

2009-07-18T17:20:00.000-07:00

My darling boy toy and I were just about to get down and dirty when the knock came. We were in Aspen, enjoying the snow with total abandon.

“Jeff dear, wipe your mouth and get the door.”

I pushed him away from my wetness. He had been eating my pussy with great authority, even though he was fifteen years my junior. I had so many orgasms from just his mouth that I lost count. He was still naked, his cock hard and leaking with excitement. He knew what pleased me and being naked was a big turn on for me.

Walking to the door, he opened it up. It was the bellhop with our itemized bill that I requested. I was very horny lying with my legs open wide, idly strumming my pussy, when an idea came to me.

As if reading my mind, Jeff turned towards me, and I mouthed invite the bellhop in. Never once thinking to disobey me, Jeff did as I bid. The poor bellhop did not know where to look. Jeff pushed him toward the bed, and I asked him if he ever ate pussy? His face flushed red and his eyes glazed over. Smiling I opened my legs further. The bellhop took the hint, and gulping proceeded to go down on me. Using the back of the bellhop as a footrest, I pointed my toe at Jeff, who was stroking his hardness, and I motioned for him to suck off the bellhop’s cock.

Jeff knew what turned me on.

Copyright, 2009 Nettagyrl - Meaning its mine Bitches!!

Mortal Thoughts

2009-07-03T17:56:00.000-07:00

I sat in the club, Sixteen Degrees, twirling my wine glass in my hand as I watched the dancers. The couples were so happy, the joy evident on their faces and I hated every single one of them. Why should they be happy, while I was sad? I just found out my husband had been cheating on me with his business partner. The sick thing was that it was another man between us. While I could have dealt with a woman, a man was the last and final straw.

I felt less than a woman, because I could not keep my husband satisfied. And I can’t get the scene of the two of them together. I went to surprise my husband as it was our tenth year anniversary. Even though we have had our problems, I thought this little surprise would have been what the doctor ordered.

What I found to my total disbelief and horror was my husband, my strong, manly husband on his back on the desk, holding his legs up like a damn woman. He was completely naked. The other man, who I was shocked to see, was his business partner, was leaning over him fucking the absolute shit out of him.

My husband was panting, groveling like a female in heat, saying these little love words, words he has never whispered to me. His business partner didn’t say anything, but he had this look in his eyes, like my husband was his. I had lost him.

Copyright, 2009 Nettagyrl - Meaning its mine Bitches!!

Erotic musings

2009-07-02T21:28:00.000-07:00

When I chose erotica as my designation for the San Diego Examiner, I hadn’t thought about the journey it would take me on. When I started this venture, I started off with the popular publishers of Romantica, which is a blend of romance and erotica.

These type of reads almost always ends up HEA (happily ever after) or HFN (happily for now) conclusions. But since March of 2009, I’ve either had requests to review websites and books or come across sites that don’t follow this formula.

I quite forgot that erotica itself is not always about loving romance and happy endings.

No it is the raw, honest writing that titillates and inspires. It can be as beautiful or dirty as it wants to be. Because sex happens everyday and is natural.

There are many sites that cater to erotica, and I’ve reviewed some here. So now that I’ve opened my eyes a bit, I will continue to review great erotica (at least I hope so!) in all its forms (well almost!). Thank you!

Demon's Redemption

2009-06-17T22:52:00.000-07:00

Hi Guys and Girls. This is a short story done in parts. This would be part 1. Please note this is a first draft and a free story. I love to hear your comments and please be gentle, but I really want to hear your thoughts! Keep in mind I use words that are not gentle. So if your easily offended or under 18 you are apparently in the WRONG place.

Part 1

Steven Thomas was a dirty man. He saw something that changed his life as he knew it. One day while he was moving into his new high-rise apt, he “accidentally” caught a couple in a compromising situation.

He was moving in his last box, walking from the elevator to his door, when he heard a moaning sound. Not quite sure knowing what was going, he put his box down in front of his door and started walking towards the sound. The closer he got, the louder the moans. At the end the hallway, was a door slightly open to the stairwell.

Still not knowing what was going on but becoming concerned, he pushed the door open a bit more and put his head through the door. What he saw was not what he expected. Jaw dropping, eyes opening wide, the scene in front of him should have been illegal.

In front of him, against the wall were a man and woman fucking as if their life depended on it. As he continued to stare, he finally understood what the moaning was.

She was tall, with her back pressed against the wall. She had her arms wrapped tight around his neck. Her outfit consisted of a tiny scrap of a skirt competing for space with her tiny halter top, both around her waist and high-heeled thigh high boots. Her breasts were natural because every time the man thrust her into they jiggled as god intended. They were the perfect size, in his eyes, neither big nor small. Her skin was pale white and flushed in her excitement. Her left leg was wrapped around the waist of the man pounding into her. He couldn’t see her face clearly as her brown hair was mostly in the way, but he could see that she was lip-locked with the man, groaning and moaning.

The man had his jeans around his ankles, and taller than the woman, had to slightly bend his knees to slam into her just right. The man was tanned and muscular though it was more a runner’s build than a body builder. He had one hand under her left thigh, gripping hard. Steven couldn’t see his other hand but he could imagine. His shirt was unbuttoned but still on. Once Steven’s eyes locked on the man’s ass, he couldn’t seem to stop looking at how the muscles bunched as the man worked the woman over good.

He must have made a noise, because the happy couple turned to look at him. They both groaned louder and if possible the man seemed to fuck the woman even harder.

Steven flushed and backed away, leaving the door as he found it. He did an internal systems check. He was hot, horny and so hard his cock could have hammered nails.

With some difficulty, he walked back to his door. Opening it first, he bent and nearly came, the pressure of his rigid cock against the jeans nearly driving him mad. Picking up the box, he walked in, kicked the door shut and dropped the box in his entryway. He could have cared less if there was anything breakable in there. He only had one thing on his mind and his hand, which must have heard was opening his jeans. His feet must have heard too, because he was walking into his bedroom, where his bed was already set up.

Still wearing his pants, though they had gone down to his thighs, he sat on the bed. Grabbing his cock, he started stroking. He was so horny that he didn’t need any lube. The pre-cum from his slit was just enough to get him started.

Closing his eyes, Steve pictured the scene again. He started pumping faster, literally fucking his hand. He was so hot and bothered that he could actually feel lips and tongues on his dick. Wait, there was no cock sucking in the stairwell he thought. Opening his eyes, he received another surprise.

The man and woman from the stairwell were on their knees between his legs, tonguing his hardness with extreme enthusiasm.

“What the fuck”? He yelled. Steven was so shocked. He tried to push them away, but it was like pushing at a wall. While he would not have protested too much in regards to the woman, the man on the other hand was a bit much, even if what they were doing to him was beyond his wildest dreams.

Struggling to get his dick back, Steven tried to yell at them, but it was becoming a losing battle. They were now taking turns sucking him off. It felt so good that he could no longer fight and just went with it.

“How did you get in”, he whispered. He was so wrapped up in the feelings these two were generating that he could barely speak.

“You let us in,” the female answered. Her voice seemed to wrap around his balls and he shuddered and groaned at the feeling.

“You’ve…got to stop. I’m not gay.”

The other man laughed, a deep rumble that had Steven’s toes curling in his boots.

“It matters not. Your hunger calls to me and I must admit I crave the body as much as the spirit.”

Steven, awash in a haze of eroticism, came out of his daze at those cryptic confusing words, and looked down at the man sucking his dick better than any woman.

“What are you talking about?” Steven tried to scoot back further on the bed to get away from them, but they grabbed his thighs and held him in place.

Some of the ecstasy he was feeling was beginning to fade and be replaced with fear, yet his cock was still hard, loving the attention.

As he continued to gain some control over his raging libido, they finally let him go. Standing and taking a step back allowed Steven to finally stand, cock bobbing a salute. He tried to grab hold of it and stuff it back in his pants, but was stopped short by the simple fact the couple started to glow.

Not only were they glowing but they were also changing before his very eyes. Steven was scared, yet his cock had a mind of its own and refused to bow down to the bizarre scene in front of him.

Erotic scene

2009-06-04T16:55:00.000-07:00

I am inspired by one of my followers so this is a small interlude of thoughts. May one day be included in a future story! Enjoy!

I was so wet. I soaked completely through my panties to my jeans. I should be embarrassed but I was way past that. I came home early to surprise my roommate, as it was his birthday, and I wanted to decorate our apt for the party later in the evening.

But as I came in, I could hear heavy breathing, moaning, and something hitting against the wall. Not thinking, I went to investigate and was stopped short as I glanced into his room. That glance turned into a stare, in which I could not turn away.

He had left his door open, and all the sounds I had heard instantly made sense. And I was instantly turned on.

On the bed were three people. A blonde woman on her back, writhing, legs spread wide, my roommate between her thighs head down, slurping at the treasure he found there, and another male behind my roommate, fucking him with powerful thrust.

It was beautifully brutal, and I was stunned. I did not know that my roommate swung that way, as he was so utterly male. Yet there he was taking cock up his ass like a seasoned pro. I was so turned on that I couldn’t move or blink.

The sounds they were making were making my own breathing erratic. I had to press my thighs tight together. This was so hot and I had no thoughts other than enjoying the scene in front of me. My hips rocked unconsciously and I almost came on the spot.

I must have made a noise, because the trio on the bed stopped and turned to face me.

Afternoon Delight: The Switch

2009-05-18T17:52:00.000-07:00

Please note that this is mine published originally on Literotica under my pseudonym Promiscousgyrl

Part 1

I was on my way to my boyfriend Jarrod's place of business to give him a very sensual surprise. We've only been dating for a year, and everyday we'd try to keep our relationship like new.

We've tried quite a few things sexually to keep our sex life hot. We've played the role playing games, had sex in public places such as on a bus, taxi cab, public restroom, and movie theaters. We even included some S&M into our play. We were definitely hot for each other!

What I had in mind today was to walk into his office while he was not there, and hide under his desk. I only had a trench coat on, thigh-high stocking, stiletto heels and nothing else. As far as I knew, no one else knew of my plans. But I was wrong. I later found out that my boyfriend knew exactly what I had in mind.

I had the misfortune of writing my plans down in my journal and my boyfriend had read it. I walked in with what I thought was an awesome surprise, and I met no one.

I smiled to myself as I finally got to his office and peeking through the window, noticed that it was empty. Everything was going according to plan. As I situated myself under his desk, I took off my coat and made myself comfortable.

I had Jarrod's schedule memorized. I knew he took an hour lunch everyday at noon and that his receptionist took hers at the same time. Since the security guards knew me, I was always allowed to go up to his office as I would sometimes take lunch with him.

The last time I was here, we never made it out of the office. I was feeling flirty and horny that day, so I wore an extremely short, leather skirt, thigh high stiletto boots, a sheer white shirt, a red push up bra, and a red thong all underneath my trench coat.

I wore red to show off my skin tone, the color of cafe au lait. As soon as I walked in I locked the door behind me, closed the blinds, and walked over to his desk. He was just about to stand, but I pushed him back down.

I smiled and took off my coat and threw it down on the floor. I sat down in front of him on his desk, and spread my legs wide. I put the heels of my boots on the arms of his chair and told him to go ahead and eat. The reaction I got from him was priceless.

Jarrod stared at me for a minute, not saying anything, but I knew he wanted me because his pants were beginning to tent up displaying his bulging hardness, which was making me moist.

Before I knew it, he pushed his chair back forcibly and fell onto his knees in front of me. It startled me for a minute, but I started this and I was more than ready to see it finished.

He pushed my skirt up to my waist, ripped off my thong, pulled me forward and started eating my slippery, wet pussy. I shoved some of his stuff out of the way and laid down. He was slurping at my juices, making smacking noises, as he licked and fucked me with his mouth.

My legs started to shake and I knew I was coming close to a mind-blowing orgasm. He felt it coming as well, and bit on my clit, just the way I liked.

"Ohhh unnngh, God! I'm cumming!" I screamed.

I clamped my legs around his head pulling him close as I grinded his face, undulating my hips. Only when I was completely spent, did I let him go.

He stood and I turned my head to look up at him, with my juices glistening on the bottom half of his face. He wiped his face with his hand and told me to suck his fingers.

I raised up and took his hand. I put his index in my mouth and sucked on it until it was clean. As I sucked on each finger I watched Jarrod's face as he stared at me intently.

When I finished, he continued staring at me, as he undid his belt buckle, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He dropped them and I saw that as usual he wore no underwear. His cock sprung up and touched his stomach. He grabbed hold of it, and started stroking it, knowing how hot it made me. He pointed his fat cock at me.

"Come on baby, get on your knees and give daddy a suck".

I shivered in anticipation as I scooted off his desk and got down on my knees in front of him. I grabbed his cock in my hands and I admired the way my dark hands surrounded his white cock.

I kissed the mushroomed head first and put my tongue in his hole. I licked him up and down teasing him a bit before I put his hardness into my mouth, taking him all the way in. I heard him gasp, and I hummed just the way he liked.

I pulled him out and sucked him down again. I just loved sucking cock. I love the feel of it in my mouth and how it made my man squirm. I felt him grab my hair and jerk my head up.

"Enough", he gasped.

He pulled me up and put me on his desk again. I wanted to feel his engorged hardness deep inside so I laid down on my back. He grabbed my thighs and lifted my legs up while he positioned himself at my eager opening.

He let go of my legs and slid his rock-hard cock in me. He eased in real slow. He took my legs and put them on his shoulders prepared to fuck me into another screaming orgasm. He pulled out and then slammed in again making the desk shake and me gasping from the feeling of him inside me. He shoved and thrust harder and faster making me moan and scream.

"Who's pussy is this"? He groaned out.

"Yours!" I gasped.

He continued slamming into me, making me scream out in another orgasm before he finally roared out his own.

I sat under the desk remembering that day. I had my hand in my pussy, stroking and pinching my clit until I came. I heard a noise, and I knew the fun was ready to begin.

I heard my boyfriend come in and shut the door. My heart was beating so fast and loud, that I imagined he could hear me. Finally he came over and pulled out his chair. As soon as he sat down, I put my hands on his legs, and walked them up to his crotch. I felt him stiffen, and I giggled a little.

"Shh, baby, it is only me. Happy birthday! I hope you like your surprise!"

He quieted down and I unzipped and unbuckled his pants. I grabbed a hold of his cock and played with a bit. I told him to raise up so I could take down his pants. He did as I told him. I pushed him back a little bit and raised up on my knees. I then proceeded to give him his birthday blow job. I was really getting into it when I heard him moan his pleasure. It took me a minute to hear him and realize that the cock I was sucking was not my man's!

Part 2

"What the fuck"? I screamed as I pushed the chair back further and climbed out from underneath the desk. When I finally stood, forgetting that I was pretty much naked, I saw that sitting in my boyfriend's place was his good friend, Richard. I was outraged and still turned on. I heard heavy breathing behind me and I turned towards it.

It was Jarrod sitting on the sofa with his cock out stroking himself. He smiled at me knowing I was way beyond pissed. I turned from him and stared at Richard again.

He and my man had the same build, but what I did not notice before while I was sucking on him, was that his cock was bigger and curved to the right. He just sat there with this silly grin on his face. He was leaning back and stroking his still hard cock, with his pants around his leg.

"Come on baby. I read your little diary. I know this is what you want. This will make me very happy," he said.

I was so mad and yet, he was right. I had been fantasizing about a three-some for a long time, way before I met my man. I wanted to feel two cocks in me at once and I often imagined being taken by surprise by two men walking in on me while I was at home alone. Damn him, but he knew me so well.

Jarrod stood up and walked towards me. My back was still turned so he came up behind me and grabbed my arms, which thrust out my breasts. I wasn't very big, a small b-cup, but my man loved the way he could almost fit them all the way into his mouth. My breath caught in my throat, as this was part of my fantasy.

"Don't worry, baby, I trust Richard, and I gave everyone the day off early. We are all alone, and no one can help you now", he whispered in my ear.

I was trembling, but no longer in anger. Just that quick I went from being pissed to being totally turned on. Richard, like my man, was white, and I always thought he was hot. I never thought about him in a sexual way, well because he was Jarrod's friend. But all that was over now.

Richard stood up, cock still hard, and took off his shoes, and his pants. He finished undressing and walked over towards us, with his cock bouncing in a way that made my mouth watered as I remembered exactly how he tasted. He looked down at me and my breathing became erratic.

"Umm you look good enough to eat. Finish undressing while I hold her and give her what she wants," said Richard.

My man let me go and Richard picked me up. He walked me over to the sofa and dropped me on it. I screamed a little. Richard just smiled and told me that I could scream all I want as I was at their mercy. I tried to sit up to make myself comfortable, but he pushed me back down. He grabbed my thighs hard and scooted me towards the edge of the sofa. He lifted my legs high and smacked my ass hard.

"We're in charge and you are out little slut, aren't you"?

All I could do was nod, as I was incapable of speaking. I was so turned on that I wanted stimulation now! He bent down and put his face in my pussy. He just sat there for waht seemed like an eternity, not doing anything. I started to squirm and he blew on my hot, steaming pussy. I jumped and tried to sit up again, but my man was there to push me back down.

"I see I am going to have to occupy you up here while he takes care of you down there."

With that said my man situated himself above me and told me to open wide, so he could stuff my mouth full of cock meat. I did as told me. In the meantime Richard was waiting for Jarrod and he started licking my pussy, softly at first, but harder as he started to getting into it. I was about to orgasm and I had to stop sucking on my man. Both men stopped moving and I screamed in frustration.

"Come on slut. Let him cum down your throat, and I might let you get yours." said Richard.

I wanted to cum so badly, that I swallowed my man's cock until I gagged. I started humming and gasping for breath, and still Richard would not continue to suck on my pussy.

After about another five minutes of this, my man finally shot his load, so much of it that it spilled out of my mouth, onto my chin and under my neck. I was gasping for breath, and I still had not cum.

"Give me a minute. Damn baby, that was the best fucking blow job you ever gave me. You deserve something special for that," my man said gasping for breath.

Richard put his mouth on me again and with one lick on my clit, I came so hard, that I forgot to breathe and damn near passed out. When I opened my eyes, Jarrod and Richard were both standing there looking down at me all smug.

My man was hard again and Richard had yet to cum. I still had Jarrod's creamy whiteness on my chin and I asked if I could clean up. They just continued to stare at me, stroking.

"No, you can wipe it off with your hand because we want to see you lick it and swallow it like the good little slut you are," my man said.

I did as he told to me as I was his little slut. I knew what was coming next. I was about to be filled with two cocks.

Part 3

"Now get up. We've got your special treat for being such a good little slut," said Richard.

I pushed my way off of the sofa, and stood while they motioned me over towards them. I knew what was next as I was the one who came up with this fantasy.

I kneeled down in front of them and grabbed both of their cocks in each hand. They smiled at me and I bent towards Jarrod's first and slipped his cock in my mouth again. I sucked and licked on him until I had him glistening. I pulled him out and turned toward Richard and sucked on him hard until he told me to stop.

They both grabbed my arms and pulled me up. They laid me back down on the sofa. Jarrod got down on his knees between my thighs and raised my right leg up, and pressed his way into my gaping, wet hole.

Richard in the mean time did something that made me cum like crazy. As my man was stroking the inside of my juicy pussy, Richard bent down and started licking my clit while my man's cock was sliding in and out.

It startled me so, that I started bucking and screaming, as my orgasm exploded within me. I never expected that, but I sure damn well liked it.

After I came down to earth, Jarrod pulled his throbbing hardness out of my slit, and pulled me up again, as Richard took my place. My man turned me around to face Richard.

"Baby, are you ready to have both your holes filled with hot cum"? He whispered in my ear.

I nodded my head yes. I got on top of Richard and slid down on his thick meat, feeling full. I sat there a minute to get used to him. I felt Jarrod behind us.

He put his hand on my back and pushed me down until my ass was in the position he wanted. Richard grabbed my ass and spread my cheeks wide. I could feel my man behind me, slowly probing my backside, pushing his way in ever so slowly, until he was finally all the way in. I was so overwhelmed, and I could not move.

"Oh damn baby! This ass is mine, and I can do anything I want with it , can't I?"

I didn't answer as I was enjoying the feeling of two cocks in me at once. Jarrod slapped my ass and asked me the question again. I gasped out yes, and they started to move.

I screamed at the intense pleasure/pain that I was feeling. As Richard pulled out, my man pushed in. I was getting closer and closer to cumming and I was losing my mind the whole way. At first they moved slow, and all I did was lay there as they worked. But as the pressure of two hard, throbbing cocks in both of my holes intentsified, I started to move in counterpoint to their rythm.

They pumped me faster and harder until my throat was raw from all the screaming I did. Then Richard yelled that he was cumming and shot his load deep inside my pussy until it ran out and down between my thighs. I followed and then my man. We all laid there until I moved to get comfortable.

They eased out of me slowly and helped me up. I had a silly grin on my face because while this was for my man, it was also something I had been wanting to try forever.

We cleaned up, though I was tired and boneless from all the activity. I looked at them both as we dressed, and all I could think of was when was the next encounter because I was more than ready to do this again.

My first chapter, read and enjoy!

2009-03-27T18:03:00.000-07:00

Chapter 1

Downtown Astoria in southern California
12:30 A.M.
The nightclub, Rainforest Blues, was a popular place. As Tai’Mak Arnoth sat at the bar sipping on a beer, hungry anticipation gnawed at him, setting him on edge. He turned away from the bartender, beer in hand, and glanced around the club through flashing lights clashing with the dark. It was a strange ritual the humans had, sweat glistening on their writhing bodies as they moved with frenzied reverence to the pulse-pounding sound waves referred to as music. He snorted at that because the music was nothing like the soothing sounds of his world. The music of his people was tame in comparison to the pulsating noise moving through his body like a hard caress. The lush, fragrant heat generated by the bodies, was a slow sensual burn of awareness, his senses soaking in the needs of those around him.
“Hey there you big ol’ cutie, you wanna dance?”
Tai’Mak looked at the woman who was walking up to him, flared hips moving to the music, her small breasts shaking with each step. His lips turned up slowly, as he gave her a hard stare, searching. She was clothed in a little short black skirt, high heeled boots, and a loose top that was see through. She was a fine specimen of comely female flesh. Her skin was flushed with the alcohol she was consuming. He could sense her arousal, but as he continued to look his fill, her scent was all wrong. Shaking his head in regret, he declined her offer. She looked him up and down, shrugged her shoulders, and told him as she walked away, “Your loss.”
Drink finished, he swiveled back around and sat the empty mug down.
“You ready for another one?” He shook his head to let the bartender know that he was done for the night. Tai’Mak laid his hands flat on the worn surface of the wooden bar, warped in some places from countless spilled drinks, and was ready to leave. He had already been there for three hours, with no luck. As he pushed himself up to stand, he stopped in mid-motion. Slowly, he sat back down. Among the tide of chatter ebbing low and high, competing with the music, Tai’Mak inhaled and realized that she was there. After three nights on this hellish planet, in this god forsaken place, she was here.
He found himself turning towards her, unable to control his actions, and saw through the darkness her shining aura and sighed with pleasure. Finally. He inhaled again her scent, a spicy, tangy aroma with a hint of musk titillating his senses. It reminded him of the redolent, heady fragrance of the flowering natchia bush, back on his world.
She was tall, towering over her group, as they continued walking further into the twilight darkness, maneuvering between people and tables until they found a place to sit in the back. He growled low in his throat, a deep, dark sound that promised retribution at the unattached males that glanced her way. The people on either side of him moved away. He stopped and tried to gain control, but it was with an effort. He knew that he was acting irrational, but having her so close, coupled with the fact that the Earth’s moon was effecting him at a base level, was slowly eroding what control he had left. He had to get her and himself off of this planet before he completely lost it.

***

Azaria Reynolds noticed him as soon as she walked through the door, sitting at the bar. He stared at her with such an intensive gaze that she felt as if she’d go up in flames. She tried to ignore him when she first came in, because all she wanted was to enjoy a night out. For the last three nights, Azaria had been feeling jumpy and apprehensive as if something big was going to happen. Her dreams were not any better, as they left her feeling breathless and out of sorts, yet she could not remember what they were about. Her sixth sense was trying to tell her something, and she learned the hard way to heed the feelings.
At 6 ft., Azaria had always been the tallest person in school or work. She hated her height, feeling awkward and giant-like. But others saw her as a statuesque woman with long legs and a curvy body. She was pretty, with full lips, slanted-eyes that were a light hazelnut color that changed with her moods. Her hair, light brown, was short and curly. Her skin, the color of coffee blended with cream. The few friends she had, liked to call her their African Princess. She always smiled, shaking her head at this, but secretly in her heart of hearts, she truly wished that she could trace her ancestry to an African Queen.
For as long as she could remember, she always felt as if she were the missing piece in a puzzle, a puzzle to who she really was. At a very young age, Azaria was determined to find the answers to her ancestry, but she was only able to go back as far as her grandparents. Being African-American made her quest for answers beyond frustrating. That was why she became a physical anthropologist to study ancient civilizations, more specifically ancient genetics, in hopes of finding clues to her own ancestry.
Currently she was teaching at a community college because in between field work, she taught as a way to supplement her finances and as well to teach others the subject she loved so much. At twenty-eight she was one of only a hand-full of young people across the world with a full doctorate and professorship. Being a genius didn’t hurt either. Because of how she had been feeling, she let her friends talk her into going out for a celebration since the semester were over.

***

Azaria tried not to stare at him, but found it hard for he would not stop gazing at her.
“Hey girlie, are you there?”
She snapped to attention and turned towards her friends who all had similar smiles on their faces.
“Umm, did you say something Sara?”
They all looked at each other and laughed.
“Daang chica, we thought you were never going to take your eyes off that scrumptious guy sitting at the bar. Ladies, I think our girl is ready to lose her virginity all over again!”
Cheers and cat calls followed Sara’s statement. Azaria could feel her face getting hot, her only indication of a blush trying to bloom on her face. Damn it! Her friends were incorrigible, and her little lapse was going to cause her grief.
She looked at the rest of the gang, and smiled at Leigh, Sara and Neal.
“So? My mind wandered a bit. It can’t hurt to look now can it?”

***

The first thing she noticed about him was how big he was, which kept drawing her eyes back to him time and time again. Though he was sitting, his upper body showed strength the kind that usually came from working out. He looked like a linebacker, or a basketball player, about as big as Shaq, and Azaria found that she liked that in a man, being tall herself. From her vantage point, she could see that he was well put together.
Darn it, he caught me staring again. The look in his eyes, even from where she was sitting seemed to blaze and glow, which she knew was weird, even for her. She had always had excellent night vision, and though it was dark, she assumed the glow came from the flashing lights around the club. This made more sense to her. As she continued, in what she assumed was covert and sneaky, to study him, he kept ensnaring her eyes in a little eye combat, which left her a little more breathless each time, before she would break contact, by turning away.
His face looked as if it were carved from stone, with cheekbones so defined; she knew that male models everywhere had to envy the perfect symmetry of skin over bone. He was fair, with a sun-kissed tan that had her mouth watering to see if his skin would taste as good as it looked. Oh crap, he caught me again! He was eyeing her as if she was the tasty morsel, but she found that hard to believe. His hair was blue which she always thought looked weird on others, and was a turn off for her. She was no stranger to the different hair colors being a college professor, but the color on him actually complimented him.
She had only had one boyfriend and he never, ever looked at her like that, not any man for that matter. But she knew that wasn’t true, because according to her friends guys apparently gave her the eye all the time. The difference this time was her unaccustomed reaction to the growing attraction she felt growing the more she snuck glances at him.

***

“Good lord almighty! That is one slurpalicious man!”
Azaria looked at Sara.
“Are you kidding me? Slurpalicious?” Sara was always creating the oddest combination of words that would make any English teacher swoon in disapproval.
“Yep, and you know I ain’t talking about a frozen yummy treat either”, Sara said this while her eyebrows danced and her hand did a very rude gesture.
Azaria mouth dropped open in surprise, as understanding blossomed.
“Sara Gonzales, that’s just nasty!”
Everyone laughed at her discomfort. While she was very book smart, and graduated college at the age of eighteen, topics of a sexual nature always embarrassed her, and her friends always found opportunities to tease her. They told her it was their mission in life to broaden her world view a little more. They started out as her students, when she first started teaching, and even though they were the same age, they couldn’t understand her mature and proper nature. They latched onto her like a tapeworm, and while her friends would not appreciate that, they took from her most of her shyness, her very proper language and helped her to become the woman she was today, though in the matters of sex, she was far more reserved.
“I swear he looks ready to jump poor Zari. Can you believe he’s straight? Or maybe he’s looking at me. I’d tell you I like nothing more than to have all that testosterone inserted in my…”
Azaria hid her face in her hands as Neal proceeded to tell them how he would like to have that man to himself.
“Come on guys. Zari needs to get laid, not have her ears burned off. I swear you two can sometimes go over, way over.”
“Thanks Leigh. I love you guys, but in regards to my sexual education, which I know is sorely lacking by the way, can we just give it a rest tonight? I haven’t seen you in months.”
Sara and Neal sighed as they promised to be on their best behavior. Leigh cleared her throat.
“Well, now I think it’s too late.”
“What do you mean...? Oh I see,” said Neal.
Azaria had a funny feeling as Sara, Leigh and Neal turned to look as one over her shoulder.
“He’s coming over here isn’t he?
They didn’t speak. Their wide-eyed gazes spoke volumes.
“Be still my throbbing, soon to be hard…”
“Be quiet, you idiot before he hears you.”
Neal stopped, and not because she told him to. No, it was because the man they had all been ogling was standing right next to her right shoulder. She could actually feel the heat roll off him in waves. He wasn’t even touching her, was probably about two feet away, yet it felt as if he were touching her. She felt the hair on the back if her neck, stand at attention. Apparently they liked what they say.
Her friends were looking at him, with their mouths wide open, and she knew that she did not want to turn around. It was fear, plain and simple but she didn’t care. This close to him had her senses going ding, ding, ding.
“Hi, I’m Neal Nowell, this is Sara Gonzales, Leigh Nakamuro, and Azaria Reynolds.”
Neal had his hand out introducing everyone and in doing this, Azaria found herself being introduced to the eye candy that she had no intention of talking to. Thanks Neal, she thought sarcastically. For a split second, she considered being rude and ignore the guy, but one thing she prided herself on was to not be rude to people.

***

He put his hand out to shake everyone’s hand and she noticed no rings of any kind. She also noticed how long and beautiful his hands were and how they would dwarf her own. She could imagine those hands rubbing her, stroking her, making her cry out.
Looking up at him, Azaria could see his features more clearly, and she really liked what she saw. His nose was slim, his mouth wide with the smile he was bestowing on everyone. He had the most kissable lips ever and she let herself slip to lala land where she felt those lips on hers, devouring her, sucking and nibbling on her until she screamed in pleasure. Unconsciously she licked her lips, as if preparing them for the assault to come.
Azaria looked up into his eyes, the same color as his hair, and felt such a compulsion to grab his hair that she refused to budge. She just continued staring at him, hoping that he took the hint that she was not interested, even though that was a lie. With her just sitting there staring at him, was turning her on. She felt out of sorts, because nothing like this ever happened to her. She could feel her skin warming, her nipples hardening with thoughts of his mouth on her. She had to clamp her thighs together as her insides clenched, as if he were already inside, slipping in and out in slow dance of sensual delight.
All of a sudden he inhaled and his eyes seemed to burn even brighter. There was no way he could tell how wet she got.
“Hello, my name is Tai’mak. Would you mind if I purchased you drink?”
Dammnn!! His voice, if it could be possible, made her even wetter and close to a small orgasm. I must have gone too long without sex, because he is seriously making me want to jump him.
Before she could say no and deny her feelings, her friends jumped in and said “Sure she’ll take it.”
Azaria turned to look at her traitorous friends and could not help but laugh at them as they all walked away and gave her winks and knowing looks. Apparently they knew she was interested. She sighed and looked at him, this Tai’mak and tried to place him with her keen eye for finding things and people in her work. His voice sounded as if he were form Europe but she could not place where. She really did love a mystery. She cleared her throat and licked her lips again.
“Well since my friends deserted me, go ahead and have a seat. Tai’mak, what kind of name is that? Are you from Europe?”
Tai’mak sat down in front of her and Azaria felt extremely small, which never happened to her. She liked the feeling, though she would never admit it to anyone. He smiled at her again and her heart did a little flip. What she noticed up close was that his teeth were perfect, straight and she could imagine them nibbling up and down her body. Damn! I have to get these darn sexy thought off of my mind right now.
“What would you like to drink?” He asked.
She said the first thing that came to her mind, “You…uh, you can get me a Sex on the Beach.” After the words tumbled out of her mouth, she wished that she could stuff them back in.
She wanted to smack her head in anger but the damage was done. All he did was smile at her and stood up, and Azaria noticed what made her friends jump and leave with knowing smiles. Her first impression was how enormous he was. The tight, supple leather pants cupped and framed him like a cod-piece, and she found herself hating his pants, not because she thought they were inappropriate, but because she couldn’t be as close. Now that’s just irrational. As he turned away to walk back to the bar, her eyes were caught on how the pants molded to his backside. Oh my, what an ass! And his hair. The man’s hair was done in a intricate braid that skimmed the top of his butt. She couldn’t believe the length of his hair. It just wasn’t natural!
His upper body tapered down to slim hips and the leather pants accentuated his muscular, powerful legs. As her gaze went down his long, long legs she saw that he wore steel toe boots. The shirt he had on was some sort of mesh material that seemed to catch the light and reflect back out, so that no one could tell what he looked like under it. He walked as if he were on the prowl, and she wondered where that thought came from. It could have been the predatory way he moved or the way he kept staring at her as if he were the hunter and she his prey.
Azaria watched him the whole time he was at the bar as he watched her. She could not explain this strange attraction to him. She had to close her eyes on that and let her imagination run wild with visions of them on her bed. When her eyes opened, Tai’mak was standing in front of her with his nostrils flared with such an intense look on his face that she wondered if he could read her thoughts.
“Here is your drink.” He said, as he sat back down.
Azaria took the drink and gulped it down to gain some kind of control over her emotions. When she sat the empty glass down, he still had not touched his and he was gazing at her like she was candy he wanted to melt in his mouth. Trying to gather her senses together, she asked him again where he was from.
“I am from nowhere and everywhere, my katchia. I see the look of confusion, it just means that I have traveled a lot and I do not have one place to call home.”
She smiled at this because she knew an evasive answer when she heard one.
“What does that word mean, katchia?”
He picked up his drink and took a sip before answering her question.
“Your name is very beautiful, like you. When I was younger, my father always called my mother that name. It means beautiful one.”
He looked at her over the rim of his glass, confident and assured and she felt her reservations about him, about her emotions crumble a little bit. In the background, a slow song started playing. He put his glass down and stood up.
“Would you care to dance?”
As if in a trance, Azaria put her hand in his and he pulled her up, tucking her hand in the crook of his arm. She could feel the restrained strength in his arm. They walked towards the dance floor. She looked down at their hands and she loved the way her darkness complimented his lightness. She could only imagine them entwined, with their colors blending and moving to their own personal symphony.
When they were on the dance floor, he pulled her close and held her as if she were the most precious thing in the world. Since he was so tall, her head only came to his shoulders. At that moment, the world receded, and they were the only two on the floor.

***

Tai’mak was told by the mystics on his planet, Lycantia that he would have to travel far and wide to find his mate who would in turn save his people from a future unknown threat. He was also charged with finding out what happened to a lost colony, that his mate was a descendant of. They lost contact after receiving a cryptic message, the last one they ever received. It was from the ship’s captain warning all of Lycantia and their neighboring planets to beware the moon and the third planet from the sun, before the captain’s voice was drowned out by screams and growling and then the communication abruptly dying. For generations, the Lycantians heeded the warning and only stayed in their own star system and prospered. But after countless centuries of peace, a new threat was coming that boded ill for the future of their planet and star system. A comet over the planet destroyed a special star called, the Wolfen star, a beacon of hope and prosperity for the Lycantians, that had the mystics from all over knowing that this was only the beginning. So Tai’mak, being of Royal blood and heir to the throne, who was born under the Wolfen star, had a foretelling at his birth that he would not find his mate amongst the court but on a far distant planet, and the savior of his people.

***

They swayed together in time to the music. He held Azaria so close that she could feel his heartbeat. Every breath she took, his scent was dragged into her, her senses drowning in the absolute smell of man. His scent reminded her of the outdoors, a clean woodsy, pine scent, as if she were in a forest. It was an intoxicating cocktail that had her more than drunk on him than on the alcohol she consumed. He rubbed her back in a gentle circular motion, sending tingles throughout her body. She felt herself opening, preparing for him. She wanted to look up into his eyes and kiss him.
She tried to reign in her traitorous thoughts, but as if by magic, Tai’Mak, without stopping, raised a hand and tipped her head back. He rubbed his thumb, back and forth over her lips. Azaria closed her eyes and shuddered at the intense feelings that jackknifed throughout her system.
“Open you eyes, katchia,” he whispered in a throaty command.
Of there own volition, her eyes opened. What she saw in his eyes nearly had hers closing again. His eyes blazed, burning her with the look of hunger and something more. She knew the instant he was going to kiss her and her mouth fell open on a gasp of anticipation. She felt ensnared by his gaze, and when his head bent down to touch her lips with his own, she felt something within her click and a recognition of something that had always been out of her reach: a sense of home.

***

Her skin was velvety soft, her lips plump and ripe like the pilpa fruit of Aros V, and he wondered if they taste just as sweet. He kissed her and his big body trembled at the force of sensations from just the feel of her lips on his. Her mouth opened and his tongue snaked out to lick across her lips, before plunging into her mouth. He groaned as he felt her hands move up until she had encircled his neck, pulling him close. Tai’Mak pressed in closer, savoring her taste, her touch, as he devoured her mouth. He sucked on her tongue, and growled deep in his throat with the sharp pleasure. He could hear her making mewling sounds, as she tried to get even closer to him. He felt a tug on his head and he realized that Azaria had grabbed his braid and was pulling on it in her excitement.
They danced for the whole set of slow music and when the DJ put on fast music, he stopped and looked down into her eyes. What Azaria saw there was naked hunger ready to devour her. Then she heard it. A sound emanated from him that sounded like a deep growl, the kind a dog or a wild animal would make. Startled, she took a step back and looked at him in puzzlement. He took a deep breath and smiled down at her.
“Sorry about that. It would seem that my stomach would like some food.”
“Would you like to get out of here and go get something to eat?” She asked.
Azaria bit her lip after this because she honestly did not know where the words came from. She never asked guys to dinner, especially after meeting them in a nightclub.
She noticed that his eyes seemed to glow again and was about to rescind her offer, when he said, “I would be honored.”
They left the dance floor with his hand on the small of her back which felt as if it belonged there. When they got back to the table, there was a napkin left on the table with her name on it. She picked it up and read it aloud.
‘Teach, we are leaving you with the cute guy, so enjoy yourselves. Don’t do anything we wouldn’t do!! Wink, Wink.”
After reading the note, Azaria felt her face grow warm, and a strange giddiness took over. She felt alive, more alive than she felt in months. She was ready for something different and he was definitely different.

***

Tai’mak was fascinated by Azaria. Her special scent that only he would know, was an answer to a question he had been asking himself for so long. She had the look of his people and yet, she was human.
While he was dancing with her, he let himself drown in her scent, letting it overwhelm him. Doing this he opened himself to her on a spiritual level. He became aroused and excited and he fought for control of the situation because he did not want to scare her. He was a Lycantian alpha male of his pack and he knew how to be in control at all times, but with her, he felt as if he was reverting back to his ancestors, the primitive wolves of his planet. The more he was in her presence, the more taken he was with her. While he could not fully read her thoughts yet, when he held her close he could sense a vulnerability deep within her, that made him want her even more. When he growled low in his throat, he knew that his control was about to snap. When Azaria stepped back, he was glad that the slow music had stopped because he felt that he would had fucked her right there on the dance floor. If he were back on Lycantia, he would have made evident his feelings by stalking her in the proper way of Lycantian male courtship. But being on Earth, he knew that he had to adapt to its customs. He knew that he had to go carefully with her.

Currently working on chapter 2. I hope to put up soon. Thanks for reading and comments are always welcome!

Welcome

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I am here to log my thoughts on what I am doing to get myself into the writing game. I will post updates, and any frustrations I have along the way. My goal is to write with an end goal of getting published. So hang on it is going to be a bumpy ride. Cliche isn't it?