Delicious

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When the flesh and bone of reality just doesn’t cut it anymore, you need an escape. You need the appetizing side of your mind to pick up the slack.  You need it more than you can even comprehend.  The delectable darling needs to step it up.  She needs those demons she’s made friends with to pop over to the light and bring some of that delightful dark with them.  Fall into the the pit of that nectarous night time fantasy during the day.

Do it.

No one’s around.  No one will know.  Shove that savory temptation all the way in and let it happen.  Don’t be afraid to let it take shape.  It’s time.  It’s been long enough.  That lion’s been asleep in the back of your mouthwatering mind for too long.  Wake it up.  Splash him, soak him, devour him and let him lay to waste while you go at it again and again.

Forget you pain.  Forget your past.  And forget your future.  Just feel.

I can’t help it my imagination is built this way.  It’s rare and rich to possess something so tantalizing, luscious, sensual and yummy.  It’s a shame it can’t be on devious display all the time.  Instead it’s tucked away for those special times and lured out by the siren song of depravity that palpitates and suffers in succulent silence.  It’s not to be forced or pushed but it is to be played with. That much is allowed. Then lick it clean from the dripping sugar coated day dreams that run on repeat during the scrumptious peep shows behind the doors in my mind.

Every inviting morsel sweetened and sucked in just as a fantasy appetizer.  By the time the main course has come, you’re so stuffed, you don’t know if you can go anymore.  But you do.  You have to.  You have to finish it all.  The glutinous greed is taking over. Let it. Keep going, don’t stop.  This is a flight of fancy mind fuck fit for a king so give him all you got now.  A tantalizing illusion of the most gratifying nature.  Objectifying yourself, for yourself.  What’s the harm in that?

Heavenly, palatable, enticing, divine, pleasurable, satisfying, delicious.

It all tastes so good when it’s bad. Right?

Extra

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Most of my life I was the weirdo.  The odd one.  The black sheep.  Whatever you want to call it, that was me.  I never really fit in anywhere.  I didn’t participate much in sports or extra circular activities in school.  It wasn’t my thing. I wrote poetry and read comics and classic literature.  I wasn’t much of a socialite. I wasn’t popular but I wasn’t a complete outcast either.  I was just me.  So you could imagine when I went to college and graduated and began my career, I wasn’t much of a joiner then either.  I was lucky and landed the perfect position at a prestigious advertising firm in the city.  I got great deal on brownstone walk up as the person died in it and no one wanted to buy it.  It didn’t bother me hell, I hoped they haunted me!  So basically my weirdo ass had it made but I was lonely.  I was.  And I hated to admit it because if I were to truly admit that, then I would have to do something about it.

Fuck.

And that, I missed that a lot.  I hadn’t dated much because I was serious girl.  I got feelings and shit always went bad and I’d go back to my boring existence of solo shadow play by myself and tea on Fridays comforted by classic horror movies and Creepshow reruns on late because I don’t sleep well, I never have, even with a vibrator.

My coworkers insisted I go to some new club opening downtown.  They said I would really dig it.  I inquired more but they said it was a surprise so I came to work with a little deeper red lipstick on that day and black corduroy converse instead of my normal canvas ones.  That was dressing up to me.  Classic blue jeans with a white t-shirt and a black lace bra because why not and a dark green ring master style jacket was my outfit.   I thought it looked pretty damn good and so did the girls I was going with. There were a couple guys too.  We piled in a car after a quick bite and a few drinks for them. I’m not a drinker.

We arrived to the club.  We got out and headed to a stairway the lead down to the entrance.  So far, I was digging it.  We were greeted by a large man at the door and as we walked in there seemed to be a very circus like vibe. Lots of people and a couple bars and music with different rooms with arrow signs for each. It reminded me of a porn store where you can go back to the peep shows and jerk off booths.  I was kinda stunned at how classy yet naughty this place was.  It wasn’t a sex club but it was close.  There were lots of lounge areas too.  With velvet booths and pillows.  I was in love with the décor and the truly disturbing vibe I got form it all.  Whips and chains and floggers and riding crops hanging around for use as men and women dressed the part walked around for looks.  Back lit go go dancers were in the corners and cages where half naked men looked down at you and smiled.  Glittered girls with pink lips sold shots behind the bars and there were a lot of wigs and martinis.  I loved it here but I needed some air.  I asked one of the girls and she pointed to the stair way sign that said “Up for fun” and I walked that way.  It went up a flight of stairs to a door.  I opened it and there was a set of elevators. I asked the man standing there where I could catch my breath and he pointed to the left one.  He said I could take it to the roof, so I did.  There were a couple other people including my coworker and I that hopped on.  We all got out and walked out a door to the roof.  I sucked in the sunset city soaked air and as I did I turned around and was hit with a beautiful punch to the gut when I saw him.

Holy fuck.  Look at him.  Laying on the edge like that.  Lost in his own thoughts as the humans from the club bustled around like pigeons on that roof.  Holding their drinks and their breath as they looked over the edge and there he laid so stoic and stunning.  My God.  I had to swallow to remind myself I was alive.  I was in sexual shock by his good looks.  His hair perfectly a mess and his skin so fair against the sinking sun behind the city scape.  His lips formed by Aphrodite herself because no one of this world could have designed them otherwise.  He was extraterrestrial.  He had a sad but sensual look about him.  I wondered what his gaze was stuck upon as I lined his body with my tongue in my mind.  I was instantly aroused. I hadn’t felt that in so long. My face warm and it wasn’t the air.  It was cool but I was sweating.  His fingers long and his legs too. I wondered what he tasted like and I couldn’t look away.  I felt drawn to him like a pathetic moth to the flame knowing I would get burned from it but God I bet it would feel good. I bet he felt good too. Oh my, I was shaking.

He turned to look my way and I wanted to sink in the whatever was behind me but there was nothing to save me.  He smiled at me and I wanted to faint. Me, he was looking me.  Fuck, he was getting up.  He rolled off the edge and fixed his shirt that had ridden up some showing the side of his abdomen and I again had to swallow hoping my saliva wasn’t running out of my mouth.  He was exactly that, mouth watering.

His hands in his hair and then in his pockets as he walked to me.  I grabbed for my coworker as she was staring just as bad as I was.  He giggled and bit his lip as he stood in front of me.  He introduced himself and said he liked my jacket and touched the fringe on the shoulder.  I thanked him and told him my name and reached to shake his hand.  He accepted my hand then pulled it to his mouth to kiss the top of it.  My coworker laughed and he glared at her.  She immediately stopped and looked away and walked over to some other people.  I was smiling and he leaned in and softly said to the skin of my ear “So, do you want to go back in with me?”  Shivers shook my body when he did that.  I nodded and said yes.  I didn’t even care about my coworker.  I just kept my hand in his and we went to the door and got on the elevator.  It was just us in there.  He was leaning on the wall staring at me and I was at him.  He smelled like sunshine and moonlight sprayed on his clothes mixed with sandalwood and sex.  He took a step closer to me and the elevator came to stop.  The doors opened and he took my hand and we walked into the club.  He tugged me to the hallway and we followed it to a room.  It was one of peep rooms or so I called it.  We were the only ones in there and yes there was a little show going on behind the glass.  It wasn’t pornographic but it was sexy.  She was dancing and half dressed.  The music and the mood was intoxicating.  He was intoxicating.  There was a place to sit and a table for drinks in there.  The walls soft with paisley cloth wallpaper and the décor was the same in there as out in the club.  He sat and I sat next to him.  I was hot and took off my jacket.  His eyes never left me.  He was watching my every  move with precision. We were talking.  The everyday chit chat shit you do when you’re getting to know another person and without warning he said “I like your black bra, did you do that on purpose?”.  What the hell?  “I might have” I answered.  Smiling he responded “It worked, I noticed”. His smile was like a fucking razor cutting cocaine that you didn’t even have to snort to get high. It worked just by him flashing those pearly whites right at me.  Again, I swallowed hard and when I did he watched my throat and moved closer. “Do that again” he said. And I did, I swallowed harder this time and licked my lips after I did it.  He leaned in and placed one small kiss on my neck. I couldn’t breathe.  I couldn’t move.  I was anxiously frozen.  His hands making way up my back and I arched into them as he did.  A sound escaped my mouth as he continued with his lips on my neck.  The sound was of sensual delight.  He moaned against my skin and my body lifted as he did.  I couldn’t help it.  I was just reacting to him and this unbelievable situation.  He could be some cold blooded killer that I just followed into a peep show room but goddamn, what a way to go.

I flung my arms around him and pulled him down as his head came up by my mouth. Our lips crashing against one another.  His tongue forcing entry and  I let him in, deeply.  The weight of his body on mine felt good.  Beyond good.  I moved my legs under him and made room for him as I spread them open.  He pushed himself up and we matched our groans as he did.  My hands in those dark locks pulling and tugging.  A slight bite from his teeth on my lower lip lead me to believe he wanted me to tug harder so I did. Yes, that’s what he wanted.  God I was drowning in him.  Letting myself go under with him.  Soaked in him as he kept moving.  My hips meeting his rhythm.  His hands searching over the fabric of my white shirt.  Yes, do that. Feel me.  My body reacting and hardening to his touch.  He shoves it up and pulls the lace down, freeing me as he dives for my bare flesh. My head back and the sounds fill the room as the excitement builds.

Buttons and zippers make way with our fumbling fingers and I am so glad I wore the matching panties for once and not my lame pink cotton ones.  He smiles at the lace and says “You’re a naughty girl with these” and I giggle.  Clothes pile up and bodies beautiful glimmer in the dim light.  Show me more.  Give me more.  Harder.  That’s what this place is all about. The extra life.  The don’t talk about life. The secrets brought to you by the dark corners of your mind life.  But not in here. Here it’s ok because he pulls the riding crop off the wall and smacks my thigh with it and like it.  He smiles at me half dressed and asks politely “again?” and I nod yes as he raises his hand and brings the crop down again the sting shoots up my skin and warms my instantly.  This man with his godly good looks and undeniable charm took me into this room with one thing in mind and that thing is happening.  He’s a stranger to me and I am to him and I can’t even care about that right now as he’s stepping out of his trousers and running that leather along my stomach and flicking me with it.  He runs it all the way up to my lips. I stick out my tongue and lick it and he closes his eyes in pleasure because I did that.  He drops it and is back he started, kissing me and pushing himself up between my legs.  I move to give him better entry.  A hiss escapes his mouth as we both escape our reality with this in real life played out fantasy.  We are letting it happen. I am letting him do this to me because I want to. Because when I saw him on that roof top tonight something took over me. Evil or demons or angels or fairies or perhaps my common sense was abducted at that moment but his eyes met mine and it was on.  I was going to have him and have him I do. His body moving and mine under him to feel it.  Every single stroke, every single thrust I feel it.  It’s divine.  So delicious. So good but oh so bad.  I never thought I would do something so wild and reckless but here I am in a secret room letting him do what he wants to me and I like it.  Oh I like it.  Maybe that type of girl was always in me and now with him in me, I realize it.  My arms gripping and grasping and pulling at him as he continues.  He’s not stopping until he’s done.  Until I’m done, again and again and again.  And in that moment, that finish line paper tape break, we both break, together. Our loudness covered by the club bass heavy music and discounted by the depraved minds that are on the other side of that door.  Sedated, we lay there.  Him catching his breath and me too as I am wasted from the primal act that just happened.  His forehead kiss  leaves me swooning  and the depth of the final kiss before he slides out leaves me wanting more.  I want to dive inside his mind and hold onto his heart as his eye contact is still so heavy as he dresses and helps me with my clothes.  This was a full blown hurricane connection.  There is no running from it.  It’s there.  It’s alive in the room.  We just gave birth to it or better yet, it gave birth to us.  My life so lost and tedious with time spent washing away night after night and now there’s not just a spark but a pure electrification that has awoken my very soul.  He did that the second he saw me. Did he abduct me with lust? Was I drunk with and from the debauchery in this place?  Perhaps. But no matter now because I am forever his stranger to feast upon, his own personal extra curricular activity.

Surrender

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I  was tired. I had been tired. He knew I was. Life has a way of digging in and sometimes it hurts. You can’t seem to hide from the pain, you just have to feel it. You have to take it even if you don’t want to. That’s just how it goes.  And it was definitely going that way.

He came in, fixed a drink for me and for him and without even saying a word I could see where this would be going.  He didn’t even loosen his tie or take off his jacket.  He clicked on some music and inhaled as he walked by me.  His deep breath of me filling his lungs as he leaned in from behind and let the breath out on my neck.  I tilted my head to one side and let the warmth float over my skin. His full just licked lips pressed against me and then he moved away.  My eyes were still closed as I felt his body brush mine as he went around me.  My hand holding my drink and the other grasping at the air for him as he moved away from me.  My skin was on fire just from the air expelled from his lungs.  The inhalation of me that he loves spilled out back onto me.  And that one small kiss on my neck lit me up like a bonfire. I opened my eyes and he was laying on the couch, smiling at me.  Fuck.

The music echoing in the lamp light seemed to move my  body in his direction. Or maybe it was just him and that look.  How the hell could I say No to that?  God, he’s beautiful.  Sinfully delicious and totally using it to his advantage.  He sat up and took a sip of his drink then put it on the coffee table, his eyes never leaving mine except to look  down at my mouth and back up.  His arm stretched out as if to offer himself to me.  I walked towards him and as I did I stepped out of my shoes and was working on the buttons on my shirt. His grin widened and his gaze darkened.  I stood before him and took the shirt off and as I went to unzip the back of my skirt he stopped me by placing his hands on the outside of my thighs and shoved up the skirt, my thigh highs exposed.  He tugged on the elastic lace and smiled.  My hands were on each side of his face as he looked up at me.  The electricity between us was palpable. We’d done this before but every time was like magic.  I leaned down to kiss him and as I did he grabbed me and placed me on his lap and enveloped me in him.

I straddled him as he was fully dressed.  Me in my bra, shoved up skirt and thigh highs.  My hair slipping down around him as our lips met in urgency.  I needed to lose myself in him.  I needed to feel something else, something other than reality.  He knew how to do that.  He knew just what I needed.  I needed it hard and demanding. I needed him to punish me with pleasure. I needed him to make it hurt in such a delectable way that when I moved after, I could feel it. I needed him to absolutely crawl inside me. To take over my body. To possess me. And then exercise that demon right out of me.

The frenzy of kisses paused as he reached up and took his tie off.  I was making way with the buttons on his shirt as  I wanted our skin to be touching.  My hands immediately under the fabric to feel him.  His response to my touch made my hips move and my breath hitched as he met my movement and pressed up feeling his length under me. The tie still in his hand as I pushed the shirt off his shoulders and followed it with my mouth on his bare skin.  He quickly wrapped his arms around me and moved me to the side. He tossed his shirt on the floor and was undoing his belt as I helped with the button and zipper. My eyes looking up at him while he stood.  My hands grabbing at the waist of his  pants to  pull them down and after I did he pulled me up and hammered me with a kiss. Long and deep.  His tongue and sounds begging for entrance to my mouth.  I let him in, gulping up his moans and sliding his boxers down and as my hands came back up he grabbed them both holding them together.  Without hesitation he turned me around and told me to keep my hands together. I did. He still had the tie in his hands.  He wrapped it around my wrists and tied it.  Tight.  I  winced a little as he pulled tighter.  He turned me back around and kissed me again.  Harder this time.  His lips were damn near mean.

He twisted me around and unzipped my skirt and shoved it down.  I stepped out of it and as I did he moved with me to the couch again. Pushing me down into it as his weight was on top of me.  He sat back on his heels and looked at me. He took my thigh high covered ankle and pulled  it up to him. He ran his mouth down the length of the fabric until the he was at the elastic lace. He moved further up and ran his lips and tongue along me.  His teeth grazing my inner thigh as he spread me wider.  He kept going.  His eyes looking up at me.  My panties were no cover for my excitement as he got there sliding his fingers over them and then under them.  My back arched and my head went back as he went in.  I moved against him as his entrance and exit became quicker and soon enough, his mouth made it’s presence known.  I gasped as my hands begged for freedom from the  binding to grab his hair.  I couldn’t do anything but take it.  And I did, all the way to the edge.  My body was shaking and ready.  It needed release and with one more circle of his tongue and that second finger, it came.  It came like thunder.  An eruption.  And just as my shuddering was subsiding and my breath came back to me, he was pulling down the fabric that had just been pushed to the side off of me and tossed over by his clothes pooled on the floor.  His mouth back on mine reminding me of my sweetness as he continued with the bodily bombardment.  It was a physical borage of demolishing debauchery.  Non stop explosive ectasy.  Hitting me harder and harder with each climb.  Tearing me apart with every thrust.  Invading me as hard as he could to give me that relief that I needed. That physical agony replacement I required.  That last ascendance was it.  I was there. He was there. And with one last solid thick invasion we reached it. A detonation of sexual deliverance.  My pain debilitated by desire.  Left crippled and worn he untied me, kissing each marked wrist a swollen lipped smile.  He knew just what I needed. And as soon as we both recovered and rested, he would do it again making sure I was completely done in.  And in my case, sometimes you just have to surrender to the need and you will find lecherous absolution.

 

Depraved

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You.  You came out of know where and hit my soul like lightning.  Pure profane lightning. Definitely not a God of thunder. No, you’re from somewhere else entirely.  Otherworldly perhaps, extraterrestrial even.  Not from the heavens, not from hell but the things you do to my below make me blush.

Perverted and miscreant thoughts stream live in my mind all damn day long since our one meeting. How did this even begin?  Where did it take a turn?  I think I know but the fact is I don’t even care because I like it.  I like you. Too much.  It’s not normal to feel this way for someone, someone like you.  But I do and I want it, I want you.  It’s unhealthy but I know you don’t care and I know you want it just as bad as I do.  You told me so.  You left nothing to hide and nor did I.  I let it trickle out until you caught on and it didn’t take long at all. It got dirty fast and I sure as fuck don’t want it to get clean now. It’s too late for that.  I am shameless with you and you with me.  Your good girl gone bad in a wicked moment of honesty that sent us both down a wild river of corruption.  I am uncontrollable with you and I have barely even been with you. I ache for when I am. My abandoned body so thirsty for you.  The unexpected twisted thoughts that play like movies in my mind keep me company until you are next to me.  Lonely on this journey until you. Violently awoken with filthy fantasies so abundant that I can’t seem to shake them and I don’t want to. I just store them away for later use.  My body can’t handle much more away from you.  The cravings are rotten and my mind is too.  I try to make it minutes at least not thinking of you but there you are again creeping around in my thoughts.  Lurking and waiting.  Penetrating my every second with your own desires for me.  It’s unnatural and gluttonous but the day dreams and the scheming for our future lechery have become their own monsters.  Obscene and repulsive but damn do I let the animal that is you in my mind drown me in candy coated sinful deliciousness any chance I get. Sucking hard on that sweetness.

In my bedroom, in my living room, in the bathtub, in my car, at the office, I can’t hide from you and I don’t want to.  I want you with me everywhere and there you are. Your low carnal voice echoing inside me.  Drawing me to the edge as my body feverishly tries to keep up with your directions.  Tell me how. Tell me when. Tell me everything. Brutally torturing me with your words.  Written or spoken they overpower me.  When you speak my name it absolutely suffocates me with want.  I am so invested in you. So obsessed with you. Immersed in you. Waiting to be fully drenched in you.  All of you.  Every single inch of you.  Me flooded with you.  That’s what I want.  Drown me with you.  I can take it.  But the waiting is asphyxiating.  Its agony.  How much longer?

The heat, this incandescence, that has grown from one meeting to now is seething.  Burning inside me and inside you.  Mind fucking one another to the point that when we do meet again, I believe we will incinerate. Your touch will scald my skin, leaving marks from the sensual searing.  I know it, and I want it.  I want the singe, the chafe, the swelter, all of it and I want it with you and from you.  Set me on sexual fire, please.  I will crawl for it. Beg for it.  Plead for it. Because I need it. You need it too. We need it from each other.  Our bodies and souls crudely connected and there is no separating it now and why would we want to? Too much lust. Too much said. Too curious and improper to look away from.  Luscious lewd conduct in private. Too dirty to get clean so open up that depraved door and let me in.

Heat

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Days upon days spent at work.  No social life really.  I wasn’t up for it much anyway these days.  I was rather lost with life. So I spent my time working.  I was in line for a spot in the new development and I wanted it so bad I could taste it.  My boss new it too.  I was pretty sure I would get to head up the team.  He did mention he might bring someone in from outside to aide in the project as it was big for our area.  He told me one afternoon before I left that he was going to host a dinner after he invited the gentleman.  He would be flying in from New York tomorrow.  And then he told me not to worry, I had the job but I would need the help.  Fine.  I guess.  I liked to work alone as I was a bit of a control freak but if he was an expert then I suppose I could yield, a little.

I woke excited.  I jumped into the shower and got dressed in a suite.  A pressed white shirt with cufflinks tucked into black pinstripe trousers and jacket to match.  Hell, I might as well put on a tie at this point but I opted for blood red lips instead.  I got there early and set up for the meeting.  Everyone was buzzing about the new guy, especially the girls.  Whatever. They said he was hot.  Even my assistant was falling all over herself about it.  I rolled my eyes and shuffled papers as every one scurried around for the staff meeting.  I was totally ready to get this project going so lets hope this guy was on my wave length. We were all seated when my boss and a couple others strode in.  The new guy, was with them.

Holy Fuck

He tuned the corner and the world stopped.  All the air was sucked out of the room and I couldn’t move.  He was beautiful.  I mean stunning.  His eyes dark and piercing.  His suit cut perfectly for his tall frame.  He was so tall.  His hair long and tucked behind his ears. Black and shinning like onyx.  I wanted to touch it.  I swallowed hard and tried to inhale.  Fighting the urge to bite my lip as I watched him come around the table shaking hands with everyone.  He got closer to me and the empty seat next to me and I was doomed.  He was going to sit there.  He smiled and I knew I was staring.  Not like polite staring either, it was gawking.  My face turned warm.  My body too.  I was like stuck in some enchantment or something.  He reached out to shake my hand and as he did I stood to better present myself.  Breathing in I put my hand out and when I did his eyes met mine and it was like an internal explosion.  Those eyes, so inviting.  His hand so large and firm when he shook mine.  I tried to let go but he held on and used the extra moment to look at me.  His eyes traveled all the way down to my trouser covered boots, all the way back up stopping just for a sweet second at my chest and then right back up to my gaze.  His lips closed and curled into a captivating grin. He politely pulled the seat out just a little bit further for me to sit back down after he released my hand.  I damn near fainted as I think I had been holding my breath the entire time.  I took in a deep breath finally and sat down.  He sat down as well and when he did and I took that breath, I was hit with his scent.  Dear God how was I going to get through the meeting let alone work with him if he smelled that good?  It was like fresh rain, body wash and sex.  He spoke and I had to adjust my seat.  His voice was commanding and deep, with purpose and rhythm.  I was following each syllable watching his mouth move as the words fell from his lips and tongue like a sensual gospel.  I was totally fucked.

The meeting and the day ended.  I did my best to not spend the entire day dreaming of those hands and that mouth and those eyes and that hair. I was unsuccessful because that’s all I could think about. Those day dreams slipped into night dreams as I put myself to bed that night.

The next day was torture. He walked into my office in an off white cable knit sweater and navy pants that fit too well.  His shoes shinning in the morning sun that poured through my windows.  His hair loose and he tucked it behind his ears while we talked.  Every movement and motion he made was beckoning me to touch him.  I know it had been awhile for me but this was ridiculous.  I eventually had to go to the restroom and tell myself to get it together.  I came back in with two coffees and he was seated in the leather seat by the couch with his arms on his knees reading something and when he looked up at me, I almost dropped them.  He laughed.  He knew.  He knew exactly what was happening.  I unfolded some blue prints on the table and when I did he stood and came up behind me.  His body directly behind me.  I could feel the heat from him he was so close but not touching me.  I had to close my eyes and regroup quickly.  I even peered back at him and he didn’t budge.  He kept his stance firmly behind me.  Oh my, I bet he was too.  Firm.  I was so tempted by him.  I thought two could play this game so I leaned forward, my backside brushing against him.  He still stood stoic but he smiled.  Teasingly I took one more step backwards and now I was flush against him and I placed my hands flat on the table, both of them.  I was in a very provocative position.  He took the bait.  He leaned forward and moved a bit to the side to see where I was looking and to see what I was showing him and as he did he placed his hand on mine and softly slide it over to rest next to mine.  It was enthralling.  This little game.  He was engaging with me.  I pressed back a bit and he moved some more to the side.  I tried not to giggle but it came out.  He took the other hand and slid it back up over my arm and over my back and as he did I leaned into him.  I was ready to have him turn me around and take me right there and from what I could feel from him, he was ready too.  Just then the door swung open and my assistant bounced in with the files I had asked her for.  Goddamn it.

Soon enough after a couple days of working side by side with him, the dinner was upon us.  I was ready with a new dress and an agenda.  No more games, no more teasing.  I wanted him and he wanted me.  It was time.

I got to the building a little late as traffic was crazy.  I got out of the car and walked into the restaurant.  People bustling about, music playing, and the hostess took my jacket and told me to head to the back to the private room.  I popped by a mirror and checked my hair and lipstick.  All good.  Smoothed out my dress that was a bit more fitted than usual but again, I was making a statement.  It was black with a gold zipper down the back.  All gold accessories and the shoes uncomfortable as hell but killer red bottom black pumps with lace style fishnets that set it off perfectly.  And lets not forget, the red lips.

As I walked in and looked around at all the people I smiled and said my hellos.  It was the typical bunch of over served assholes with too much money and not enough women in the room to spend it on giving me the once over as I rolled my eyes.  And just as I was getting through the crowd and nearly annoyed, there he stood.  Leaning on the bar with a glass of amber liquid in his hand.  His look was pure domination. He was dressed in a blue suit with a white shirt underneath.  Unbuttoned at the collar and no tie.  He watched me walking towards him.  He bent his head down to take a sip, his eyes never breaking contact with mine.  I watched his lips touch the glass and then suck the liquid in. He pulled the glass away and I watched him swallow the sip and smile at me.  Fuck.  His eyes skipping all over me.  I could feel them practically burrowing into my skin.  He sat his drink down and walked towards me.  His hands down at his side and mine gripping my red bag that matched my lips.  I sucked in a breath as the distance between us closed and he was right in front of me and I was right in front of him.  His body right there, under that suite.  I looked up at him and he down at me as he took my hand and kissed it.  I bite my lip and felt the liquid heat begin inside me.  He asked if I wanted a drink and I said I’d have what he’s having.  We stood at the bar for a minute, I sipped my drink, he sipped his and the chatting was about work.  I couldn’t take it.  My legs were squeezed together the entire time as to find some relief in the pressure.  He was obscenely alluring.

I was bewitched.  I was in some kind of splendid stupor.  He knew it.  He could feel it too.  The heat.  The charge.  It was electrifying.  It was immediate.  From the office to now.  The sinful stimulation so juiced and primed.  The past couple of days have lead up to now.  Thrilling and tense with momentary touches and glances.  Watching and waiting.  Smiles and lips licked in the direction of what would we taste like?  The dynamic was rousing and we were ready.  It was now or never damn it.  I took the chance.  I put my drink down, walked around him and looked over towards the door.  I made sure he saw my eyes and I began to walk that way.  He knew to follow me.  He knew what I needed and he wanted to give it to me.  And I was ready to take it.  To give myself over to him right now. My drought soon to be over.  Neglected no more.

I smiled past the people in the room and exited.  I waited in the hall.  He walked out.  His eyes dark and hungry.  The need was palpable.  I looked around searching for somewhere, anywhere.  He was doing the same.  He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards another hallway.  There was a door marked stairway.  He pushed the door open  pulling me behind him.  The door slammed loudly in the open concreate stairway.  He stood before me breathing hard and I stood there leaning on a railing holding onto it with my chest heaving.  Then in one step he had me pulled against him.  His arms around me and pushing me against the metal railing.  It hurt but I didn’t care.  His mouth on mine.  His tongue wanting entry so I graciously opened for him.  The heat was white hot but all I was seeing was black.  I could feel him.  Pushing and pulling and tugging and grabbing and needing.  Needing me.  And I needed him.  There was no taming it now.  It was set loose and set a blaze.  Burning together in an animalistic inferno.

His hands shoving up my dress, my back pressing against the rail.  My hands in his hair. That hair like the dead of night as I tugged it to pull his head back off of my neck and kiss him.  His head dipping down to my chest.  Wanting me free of fabric he turned me and unzipped the dress.  It fell to the floor leaving me to feel the stark coolness of the stairwell against what little fabric was left on my body.  The biting look on his face as he threw off his jacket and my hands went to the buttons on his shirt. He growled as I made way with the shirt along with his belt, button and zipper on his pants.  I wanted to eat him alive. Destroy him.  Gorge myself on him until I gagged, so I did. When I had my fill, he plucked me up and took me over to the stairs. I turned him around and pushed him up a couple of steps. He came at me quickly and roughly and he pulled me down on him.  My fishnets pulled apart from where I straddled him. His hands quickly annihilated them.  He was reveling in it.  In all of it. He was appreciating every inch of my bare skin with his mouth.  Kisses, licks and bites all over me. And his hands played crucifying torment wherever they touched.

The only words I remember were “I want to use you up, completely” as he lifted me over him. The sounds from him echoed against the walls.  My lecherous cries went unheard as we moved. Seething in rapture. Carnal lewd debauchery.  Sensuous sex right there on the cement. Hedonistic and dangerous.  The pain with the pleasure would leave me marked and wanting more.   An exciting X-rated all consuming consummation.  I was left wasted. Wrapped around him weak and breathless. Stripped, seized, stretched, shaking and soaked in lust.  Consensually pillaged. Two bodies left extinguished to smolder in sync……..until the next detonation.

Anytime

 

 

How long has it been?  Since you just let go? Since you forgot about reality? Since you undressed your mind?

All you have to do is let it happen.  Just sit back and let your mind do it’s thing.  Allow it.  Breathe and feel it begin.  Don’t hesitate. Just say yes. Don’t fear it.  Open up. Don’t deny it.  You’ve done that for long enough.  You’ve run from it.  You’ve hid  from it. You’ve acted like it wasn’t there or that you didn’t want it.  All that does it make it harder.  Make you harder.  There’s no need for that.  Not anymore. Because you can have it anytime you want it.

That beautiful distraction.

It’s….right…..there.

That phantasmic fantasy that drips from your day dreams. That one you swirled around once. The one you played with. Taunting it.  Teasing it.  Temping it. Torturing it.  Yea, that one. Remember?

Focus.  Take it down.  Swallow it all.  Don’t miss a drop.

Now look around your imagination. Grab it. The illusion. Squeeze it. Harder.  Mark it if you must.  That way you won’t forget. A little sting for later to remember in the shade of your red light special.

Slip into something more comfortable, one delectable digit at a time. Stretch it out like succulent elastic.  Don’t worry, it will snap back. Your mind and body have been in a drought, hit them with a hallucination hurricane. Make them feel it.  Drown them in your delicious delusions. Suck in that bottom lip and bite it baby.

Don’t stop now.  You’re almost there.

Give it all you got. Rigid ravenous rotation. Concentrate on your invention. The stiff supposition.  The tactile trickery that’s made it’s way inside. Deep inside.

Ready…….

Now. Right now. Let it go.  Let it all go in one explicit explosion. Drench it. Soak that reality. Leave it choking and drained. Milked completely.

And just like that, you’re back.  Weak and wasted, but you’re back.

Tick tock reality knocks but you don’t have to let it in if you don’t want to.  You have the access to the master and commander of your mind. Anytime. Any place.

All you have to do is ask.

 

 

 

 

Watch

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The event was long and drawn out with lots of hand shakes and fake smiles  I knew he was over it about 10 minutes into it.  I was absolutely shocked he asked me to attend with him and I made sure to put on my best attitude and dress.  He was in a tux and looked like a model walking the runway as he strolled up the stairs to my building.  I met him at the door.  His eyes travelled the length of my body stopping at my lips.  My deep blood red lips that matched my nails and my shoes.  He smiled and kissed me softly saying “Why didn’t you let me come in and properly pick you up?”  “Because, we’d never leave if you had come in” I answered in a coy voice.  He laughed and agreed as he took my hand and walked me to the car waiting at the curb.  “You smell delicious”.  Those words hung in the air as his breath sat heavy on the skin of my neck where he whispered them.  My breath held as he sat next to me in the car.  He was so beautiful like a walking sex God here on earth.  His touch was like lightning and his movements so fluidly sensual that you could be seduced just by his walk.  He kissed my wrist and the top of my hand while he held it and it was all I could do to stay seated and not hike up my very expensive dress and have him ruin my panties by ripping them off and straddle him right then.

We arrived at the hotel where the event was being held and he escorted me to in.  We made our rounds with him introducing me and listened to the speaker during dinner while his hand was tugging at the material of my dress under the table.  I smiled and tried to keep my composure while his hand crept under touching my thighs.  My breathing increased as he moved further up.  Our eyes met from the side as I bit my lip and sucked in a moan trying not to let out where his hand was under that table that I was about to rip the cloth off as I was gripping it so hard and his arm.  Everyone began to clap at the end of the man’s speech as I blinked hard and slipped out and “oh” as he removed his hand after one last swirl around.  I looked at him with the same hunger in my eyes that was in his.  I wanted more and he knew it.  I couldn’t get enough.  Each time we were together I would ache for days afterwards physically and mentally.  I wanted it all the time and I wasn’t ashamed at all about it.  I craved him.  I craved the release he provided me and raw connection we have.  I had no idea meeting a man the way I did with him would lead to such debaucherous pleasure. It was so animalistic and so powerful.  He saw me and wanted me and I let him have me and there it was and so it’s been ever since.  Pure ecstasy every single time.  Over and over again.  Brought to you by the body of a man built to please and woman ready whenever he wants.  And we were ready, so ready.

The event ended and as we walked to the car I told him I had an idea when we got home.  He smiled and asked me what it was and I told him he had to wait and see but I would give him a little preview in the back seat!  He politely opened the door and smacked my ass getting in.  He took no time at all gently pushing me down in the back seat.  He was over me in seconds shoving my dress up so he could position himself better.  He told me how beautiful I was as he kissed and nipped my neck.  Trailing his lips along my jaw and up to my ear.  My body moved with his and my hands were in his hair pulling him to me to kiss him. Our mouths were explicit and direct and needing.  Pushing and pulling and tugging and grabbing one another on the leather of that back seat.  I could feel him pressing against me.  I wanted to free him from the confides of that fabric.  I tried and he said “Not yet, I want the secret first”  I grinned and said ” I definitely think you won’t need your pants after the show”  “I can’t wait” he said as he dipped his head down to my chest and kissed me over my dress with his hands cupping me.

The car came to a stop and we were at his place.  In the parking garage by the elevator.  We got out of the car and as the cool evening air hit me I grabbed his hand and lead him to the elevator.  As we stepped inside, I kissed him, hard.  His body leaning up against the wall of the elevator.  He spun me around shoving me up against it.  We had no boundaries. No reason to stop or say no.  The doors opened and we went to his apartment.  The top floor was his.  All of it.  I told him to have a seat and wait.  I walked into the master bathroom and turned on the faucet to the beautiful tub and told him to come in.  He was in his bedroom standing in front of me taking off his jacket and tie.  I told him to stop and come to me.  He did.  Standing near me I stepped back a few steps and began to show him myself.  Slowly taking my dress off, letting it slip down over my skin to fall to the floor.  I stepped out of it in just my bra and panties and shoes.  He smiled and looked at me.  I mean really looked at me.  I went over to my bag I had tossed on the bed and grabbed my phone and picked some music and checked the water running and turned it off.  The bubbles billowing waiting for me hop in.  I slowly moved my body to the music.  His gaze darkened as I rolled my hips and ran my hands over myself.  Unclipping my bra and letting it fall off while he took in a breath.  Then slid my hands over my ample breasts and then down to my panties.  I slid them off and tossed them over near him.  He laughed.  I told him to come into the bathroom.  He followed me and I stepped out of shoes and into the tub. Bubbles covering me as I slid into the water.  I told him to just watch me bathe.  Just see me get wet.  See me get clean.  See me have fun with myself.  And he did.  He leaned up against the sink as I took a cup of water and dumped it over my head.  My perfect hair and makeup to become a mess in front of him.  My hands in my wet hair tipping my head back, feeling the music as I moved in the water.  Taking the wash cloth over my eyes and my lips smearing my mascara and my lipstick.  Licking the water on my lips as I did it.  He adjusted his stance and himself as he watched.  I sat up on my heels so he could see more of me.  Taking the loofa and the soap I lathered up.  I kept going making my body all soapy and then sliding my hands all over myself in the soapy mess that was all over my skin.   I slipped back down into the water rinsing my body off and then all the way under and back up turning back towards him and holding onto the sides pumping my body in and out of the water to the music and never losing eye contact with him.  Keeping the energy and electricity between us.  I was doing this for him.  I wanted to put on a show for him.  His dirty girl getting clean just for him.  He seemed to be enjoying it even when I flicked water at him getting him wet.  He laughed and put his hand up to his mouth and ran his thumb across his lip that got wet when I splashed him and sucked it in.  He was licking my bath water off of him and that sent a heat directly between my thighs.  I wanted to keep going.  Keep turning him on until he couldn’t take it anymore.  So I did.  My hands everywhere on myself.  Taking inventory of each part of myself, especially the ones he likes.  Spending time at each one just for him to spectate. Licking my fingers and showing off myself to him. His own private party with me as it’s star.  All wet and all ready for him to take me.  And take me he did.  He left his spot and came to me and pulled me up out of the tub soaking wet.  My hair slicked back and my makeup all smeary.  I went to wipe it off and he said “No, I like it, you look so undone”  He picked me up out of the water and turned me to the counter.  He sat me up there and took the towel and wrapped it around me while he kissed me and then took me into the bedroom and laid me down on his bed.  He took off his wet white shirt and tossed it over to the side he said “Thank you for the show darling but now it’s my turn”  I squirmed and smiled and soon enough I was left a wanton wasted body, consciously crippled and sinfully satisfied.  Limp from lust and debilitated by the deed of pure hard bone weary fornicated fantasy come to life.  Just a copulated mess left on the sheets and a tub still full of water and my brain drenched with yet another mind numbing memory of him and of me to add to the ravenous roster of our gluttonous body worshiping benders, of which, I never minded the hangovers.

Ever.

Conjure

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You know those dreams that wake you with a smile, the ones that never seem to leave your mind or your body, those are my favorite.  They are especially fun when they are spawned from a memory.  Now the actual memory may not fit the pieces of the dream because in our dreams we can do whatever we want to whom ever we please and however hard we want to.  There are no boundaries, no limits, no stopping and the possibilities are in fact endless.  It’s like a candy land in your mind that is released by sleep.  A place where the ice cream stays cold and the bath water is always hot.  The candy never melts in your hand but for sure in your mouth and the soda always pops! Candy coated crushes from then and now come to life in the sensual play ground that is your fantastic phanstasmic  imagination.  Naughty nightmares leaving their impression on you while you go about your day licking your lips in thought and wait for the deed that comes at night.  A mental head trip that takes you so far from reality that you may never want to return.  That walk down memory lane that goes from a stroll to a run as   you chase down the beast that sparked your ignition.  Don’t let it go, make it finish the job.  You don’t want to wake up soaked in your delusion with nothing to remember.

The music of the night sung by those angels dressed like demons that slide into the back dark corners of your mind come into the light like spectacular specters ready to put you in a trance and you let them.  Their sweet melodies play on your skin and your lips as you suck on them like pieces of hard candy letting them drip down your body.  The halls of your fantasia are dim and steamy where you can hide but still be seen.  Followed, wanted, needed and hidden by the mirage that is this fairy land created in your slumber. It all just hurts too good to say no to, so it continues.  You see how much you can take.  You see how far you can go.  Stretching like elastic waiting for it to snap and if it does, you won’t mind the sting.

It’s turned into a full on flashback sprint now.  A flight of fantasy and imagination.  Grabbing and pushing and pulling and tugging and gripping and gridding through the unconsciousness of your raptured recognition.  Lust that will leave you lost in lip biting pornographic thought all damn day as you smile with appreciation of such retrospection.  It’s the way it moved, the way it breathed, the way it came to life and spun you around and slammed you into that wall of reflection.  How could you not pay it the proper attention?  And pay it do, over and over again.  On your knees, on your back, on your side and open wide with that money for the toll. With no regard to materiality you just let it all happen. It’s very likely you didn’t even have to force the fantasy at all.  It began, continued and ended all on it’s own.  All you had to do was simply slide on, hold on and enjoy the ride all the way to the end.  To the end scene with the cotton candy sunset holding hands walking back to reality still handcuffed to the palpable sticky substance left behind because you said to put it there.  No need to clean it up now, that’s what day dreaming in the shower is for.  Dirty delicious sugar coated creations used for beautiful distractions.  Plucked and devoured with a motivated appetite.  Drained, milked and used for the purpose of pleasure and fueled by the manic good girl gone bad.  The luscious lechery of the mind, it;such a savory place for satisfaction.  Please, watch your step, use both hands and don’t forget your tongue.

Youth

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My mind was a frenzy of thoughts and memories from that night.  Holy shit, that happened.  We left that art show hand in hand out the back door to an alley and then, oh my God, on the stairs in the rain.  Our wet bodies pinned against that brick wall as the water washed over our bare skin down to the bottom step into a puddle of sin.

I couldn’t concentrate at all during the week.  Especially considering I would see him at the job site.  He ended up coming home with me that night. My makeup smeared and smudged wiped off with a damp cloth in my bathroom while he undressed and kissed my bare shoulder hanging out of a warm sweatshirt.  I never thought twice about it as we slipped under the covers, our hair still wet from the rain.  He smiled and got closer.  God, how can I deny that grin.  It sent me into a giddy teenage state of horniness that I couldn’t control and I didn’t want to.  I was such a play by the rules girl.  Always doing the “right” thing.  Never really letting my freak flag fly but with him, I didn’t hold back, not one bit and he liked it.  I don’t know if was his youth, my experience or the volcanic combination but it worked.  It worked so good.  Soon enough it was morning and as he laid sleeping I looked at him.  I admired him.  His pale skin.  His perfectly pink plump lips that looked almost swollen from over use. His hair against the white pillow and I couldn’t help but touch him.  I traced his tattoos with my fingers and he moved slightly.  I followed the wings of the butterfly in his stomach as he turned towards me. His eyes opening and looking at me.  I felt so vulnerable and open and he knew it. He took my face in his hands and kissed me softly and then kissed my forehead and said “go back to sleep, you need it” and he rolled over and took my hand so I was spooned up against him.  I couldn’t fall back asleep though. He was so beautiful and so young and so delicious.  I kissed his back and the nape of his neck.  He responded immediately. Turning right back over and slamming into me with a kiss so hard that it forced me into the bed.  There was no more sleeping.

Monday came around and I was up and about ready for work and my phone dinged with a text.  It was him.  It read “See you later today.  I’ll be the one with the giant I got laid smile on”.  I laughed out loud and said “Hahaha, me too, and maybe no panties”.  I got a few select emojis back and I left for the office.

I arrived at the job site later that afternoon. The sun was shining in the autumn sky as I zipped up my jacket and walked around the outside of the building.  As I came around the corner he was standing there with buckets of paint and water and brushes around.  He turned as he leaned to rinse one.  I could see his face in the sunlight.  It was as if the God’s shown on him right at that moment and the angels fucking sung as he took his wet hand and shoved it in his hair, damp locks falling over his eyes as he looked up at me.  I stood still like a stone statue watching him.  I gripped my leather covered notepad so hard I left marks on it.  I swallowed even harder as the memories of him flooded my mind, like waves of lust rushing over me. I couldn’t breathe.  He was stunning in that light.  He looked around and nodded. I dropped my stuff, he dropped his brushes and we collided.  I couldn’t touch him enough and his hands couldn’t grasp me hard enough. Our kiss was absolutely electric with enough voltage to light up a city.  He took a few steps back and was against the building. I was devouring him with my mouth.  Eating him alive. Literally biting and nipping at him and clawing at him.  I was out of control with him.  I took a step back realizing where we were and we both took a deep breath. My hair a mess and his as well as our hands were all over each other.  My jacket unzipped and his shirt shoved up in the back. We were crazy.  My phone dinged with a text and it was the supervisor apologizing for being late but that he was across town stuck in a meeting and wouldn’t be there for about another half hour or so.  I quickly replied saying it was fine and that I would be at the building and to text when he was close. As soon as I knew we had time, I pulled him inside by handfuls of that white t-shirt and the passion continued.

Neither one of us cared about the surroundings at all.  Paint cloths scattered about over the floor and as I knelt down I could feel the concrete under my knees. The pain only added to it all.  I wanted the bruises as a marker of this day. My hands reaching up over his denim covered thighs searching for the button and zipper while my eyes were locked on his. Oh those eyes too. My God. They penetrated me in a way that was much like the mole borrowing into the earth, his gaze dug deep into me. Soon enough he was kneeling down with me and sliding my jacket off.  Then button by button my white shirt was tossed over with his white shirt.  There we were on the paint splattered canvas covered floor.  His kiss laid me down and he came with me.  His body hovering over me while his damp hair dangled he looked at me and ducked down to press his lips on my neck and chest and stomach.  His hands gripping my hips as he traveled my body with his mouth and back up to my lips. I was fully under his spell. I could only move in reaction to his actions. It was like I was his voodoo doll. I could only respond to him as he worked me over.  My body was his. I was giving it all to him.  We were letting our wickedness rule us.  Letting go. Letting it all go, over and over and over again as I absorbed his movements and drank in all his sounds. Swallowing his moans and slurping his growls and grunts with my kisses. Tasting him.  Feeling him.  Drinking him in as our bodies feasted on one another.  Feeling that cloth underneath me as it rubbed against my skin chaffing it. I rather liked the pain of it. The scratching and grappling of it all.  Grabbing and pulling and grasping and taking in all of him.   The way we were handling one another was like a sonic impact. Percussion by passion. Explosion by ecstasy.  A consummated combustion.  But there was no inexperience here, none at all, only roaring beauty ignited by a look and a want and a desire between youth and maturity met with damnable innocence hidden behind the deprived and brought out by the shameless and sensual wolf in them both.  He took me down and I let him because I needed it.  I needed him.  I wanted him. Lust driven need.  Oh my, what a ride.

 

Opportunity

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I had been busy on an architectural project at work and needed to get to the job site to check the progress.  I arrived first thing in the morning, my coffee hadn’t even kicked in yet but I needed to check on things especially the painting.  The colors had to be just right for the theme to work.  I parked my car next to trucks and jeeps and stepped out onto the dirt in my Converse and headed in.  It was coming along nicely and I was excited to see everything almost done. I walked into the large meeting area after saying hello to some of the guys and took a look around at the walls and was thrilled.  The soft tones and warm colors I chose were perfect.  They brought out all the sensuality in the wood and gave it such a sexy vibe.  I was definitely feeling it.  I took a sip of my latte as the foreman came in and we chatted a bit and as we were walking out a young man caught my eye.  He was prepping the paint to start another room and I found myself staring.  He was bent down, his hair shaggy and falling in his face until he shoved it back with his hand and as he did he looked up at me.  His eyes met mine and didn’t leave me as I walked around the room discussing things with the foreman.  I kept looking back and he was always there to met my gaze.  He smiled and I swear when he moved his arms and his muscles flexed I lost my breath and my train of thought.  He laughed as I got flustered.  He finally came over and introduced himself and I am positive I was blushing.  The foreman told me he was running the job for his boss as he was the best painter around.  I joked and asked “How good can you be at your age?” and he took a step closer and said “well, I don’t think being 23 has much to do with it when you’re really good at it.”  I almost tripped when he said the words “good at it”.  He smiled and it was the biggest most beautiful thing I had seen in years and by the look of things that wasn’t all he had to offer in that area.  The foreman got a call and had to take it and he told him to walk me around and finish showing me the other rooms.  He graciously obliged.  We walked slowly and time slipped into slow motion.  I felt like I had known him in a pervious life or something.  He was so soft spoken and kind but those eyes were a window to a side of him that I know I could easily lure out.  There was a deviant in there, I could sense it. He wasn’t exactly hiding it with his tattoos and rings and unkept hair, hair I bet he cut himself to show more of his identity.  His rolled up sleeves on his white t-shirt showed his lean fit body and those long decadent ringed fingers were teasing me every time they ran through his hair.  And that smile, it called to me in a way the made my skin crackle.  His lips looked drawn on his face and he would occasionally lick them and I watched that tongue wet them so precisely that the sun would catch them a bit and they would glimmer as we crossed the empty freshly painted room.  I learned about his job, his not wanting to finish school, his art that he did for fun and he asked me some about my job and where I was from and the chit chat got cut short when the foreman came back and said he needed to go to another job site. I said I would walk with him to his car and head back to the office myself.  I could have stayed there all day and got lost with that young man but I had work to do.  We said our goodbyes and as I was leaving he called for me and I walked back up to the building.  He told me he was going to a club of a friends that was closed for an art exhibit and he’d love for me to come since I was interested in finding special pieces for the walls.  I agreed and he asked for my phone and put in his number and said he would text me the address and to meet him there.  He smiled again as I left, my hair blowing in the breeze and I tucked it behind my ears and when I did he said “you’d look so good in a red dress with your hair slicked back away from your beautiful face”.  I looked down to the ground and back up and said “thank you” and decided I needed to go shopping that night!

The rest of the work week was a blur.  I was texting him often and we were connecting on this other worldly level.  It was so odd because of our age difference but yet we really seemed to gel.  We just identified with one another.  He even called me late one night. I wasn’t sure if he was under the influence of something or what but he was very direct, to the point and explicit.  I didn’t mind it.  I kind of liked it. I appreciate that.  Why mince words when you know what you want? And he did. What’s the worst that could happen?  I played along and soon enough he was asking me what I was wearing in a low hungry voice and when he did, I sat up and looked around.  Of course I was alone but I still had to make sure because I knew where this conversation was going and I was very willing.  I took a breath and answered as sultry as I could with “oh just a t-shirt and panties, want to see?”  He answered with a yes and the next thing I know it was the wee hours of the morning and I was in need of a cold shower and some muscle soothing oil for my wrist!

The eve of the party had arrived. I was beyond ready decked out in that red dress he suggested and my hair professionally done in a pompadour style all pushed back away  from my face and my lips blood red to match my dress and my heels.  I felt the urge to really pull it together with black fishnet thigh highs underneath and a black garter belt with black silk panties and a black bra that held me up very nicely.  The dress was snug and zipped up the back with a gold zipper so my accessories were gold as well including a gold bangle on each wrist over red leather gloves that held onto a red paten leather clutch.  This young man had better be ready!  And no sooner did I think that as I stepped into the room I saw him.  I mean Jesus Christ.  He was seated on a brown leather chair legs spread open in a pinstriped suit giving me one hell of a view. The vest and jacket left unbuttoned, open with no shirt under, just his bare tattooed skin showing.  He was leaned back a bit with his ringed fingered hands resting on his thighs.  It was like he was waiting for me to come and sit on his lap.  Every fiber of my being wanted nothing more than to do just that. If I had to get on my hands and knees and ruin these fishnets doing it to get to that lap, I would. He was absolutely irresistible sitting like that.  My body was aching for him.  My mind swimming with filthy thoughts of what I wanted to do to him and better yet, what I wanted him to do to me.  He stood to greet me and there was that smile and I know mine was just as big as we both were probably remembering our most recent conversation and it’s spectacular ending.  He took me by the hand and turned me around and said “yes, definitely yes” as he approved my outfit.  I was happy he liked it.

We ended up walking around and looking at the art.  Our hands touching every so often and his arm draped around me occasionally. It was subtle yet intentional.  The tension began to build. The heat from a smolder to a volcano with just the words “should we get out of here?” from his mouth.  Oh that delicious mouth.  I agreed and we headed towards the door.  The club was in an alley off of an alley by some old abandoned restaurant with a basement entrance.  As we were walking down the maze of allies he told me how he’d wanted to talk to me.  How he’d seen me on the job site many times but didn’t know how to approach me and finally he just said he’d do it and he did.  He knew he just had to run with the opportunity and ask me out after we were left alone to talk.  I was so glad he had.  And just like that it began to rain.  There was no where to go either.  It was coming down and we both just laughed.  There went my hair and makeup.  He grabbed me and took me over to that stair well.  It went down to the old restaurant and there was an over hang.  The water was coming down the stairs and I took my heels off and we as we got down about halfway he tugged my hand towards him.  His rain soaked face was right in front of mine.  I could feel his wet skin against mine from his chest touching mine.  Our breathing heavy and deliberate.  I was practically panting with need.  He smiled and placed his hand on my cheek and then to the back of my neck after he pushed my black hair away. His lips soon on my skin.  Licking the water from it and then up to my mouth.  I moaned as he kissed me.  My body shivering from the cool rain and the desire that ran like a current through my entire body. His back was against the brick wall and I was shoving him into it.  Running my hands all over his body as I stripped off his drenched jacket and vest dropping them to the stairs.  I ran laps with my tongue over his wet skin.  The sounds of appreciation escaped his mouth as I met them with my lips.  I devoured the sounds and him.  Soon he moved me around and turned me to face the wall and as he did he looked around and then undid the zipper setting free the black lace underneath.  He turned me back around and dove down to meet the fabric, freeing me with his hands and using his lips.  The rain so cold on my bare skin but his mouth was so warm. My head tipped back as his hands shoved up the bottom of the dress quickly making his way up my thighs.  He smiled at the garter belt and pushed my fishnet covered foot with his foot as to give himself some more room. His hands paying attention to everything under my dress as well as his lips.  He was knelt down looking up at me his hair stuck to his face as I ran my fingers over it and moved it away as mine dripped down upon him. The lights flickering above as I watched him until I wasn’t able to contain my pleasure any longer and just as soon as I let go the thunder crashed and the rumble covered my excitement.  The water was rushing down the stairs as he stood and kissed me. My legs and body weak from his pleasuring torture.  He took hold of me and picked me up.  Holding me up by my backside now bare as the dress was all bustled up around my waist I could feel the brick as he pressed me against it harder with each movement. Our motions matched the storm and the water only got wetter as we continued and our sweat mixed with the rain and my melted makeup and our spit from ferocious kisses and the physical primal fire that was created with our bodies was extinguished right there on the concrete stairs by him with a gushing ravenous howling cessation.  That brick wall holding us both up afterwards left no comfort for a scratched and bruised back.  I would be proud of those markings later I’m sure but right now as he let me down gently and kissed me with those appetizing lips and all I wanted was more as he said “you look so good like this, a beautiful mess.” while he wiped the mascara from under my eyes with his thumb. My red lipstick stained the delicate skin around his mouth and we looked like we both had just been in some type of sexual accident.  A carnivorous collision and neither one of us cared.  The rain only made it hotter and as we collected our things and walked up those stairs with our hands holding onto one another I wondered what he’s like all dried off?  I guess I’ll just have to get him a towel and find out. Opportunity knocking for round two!