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.



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.




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.


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.


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.







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.




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.



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.




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!



He had been back home in England for work for some time and I missed him.  Our conversations were many and often ended dirty and with me changing my panties.  He definitely had a way with words.  His voice was haunting. It left me with eyes closed and swallowing hard after I would hang up with him.  And FaceTime with him, well, I should pay for that kind of view and attention but it was mine to look at and admire.  All of him.  From his bare feet sitting on the edge of the pool in one of photoshoots to the tips of his fingers that he would so graciously swipe across his lips and kiss them and place them on the camera for me to kiss back.  Those fingers were magical to say the least and those lips were divine yet so sinfully delicious that I craved them like candy.  They tasted like spun honey left to drip in the dark when we would kiss.  I needed him.  I wanted him.  Our encounter last time he was home was one for the record books.  It was a full  on marathon. We couldn’t get enough of each other.  But alas, it ended with him leaving for London, hopefully coming back soon to see his Grandmother and possibly for work.  I on the other hand was left hungry and sedated by him.  I couldn’t think a thought with out him creeping in.  He was always on my mind and his touch left on my body.  Tiny bite marks and bruises healing.  I would run my wet hands over them as I laid in the tub filled bubbles and my head full with him.  Sliding around in the water all by myself to try to ease the burning left by him.  Getting out and slipping on his t-shirt that I vowed to never wash because it smelled like him.  I wore it as often as I could without seeming like a freak.  But I was a freak.  His freak.  And whatever he asked, I would do. So when he asked me to come to see him, I did.

He booked me a flight and in a matter of hours, several hours, I would see him.  I would be able to touch him, kiss him, feel him against me again.  The ache was real and hard and it was all the fuel I needed to pack and get me on that plane.

I got there, walked off the plane and saw him. I saw him standing there in all his wicked beauty. I had been deprived of him for days and I could barely control myself when our eyes met.  I took a deep breath and quickly got to him.  He never moved letting me come to him.  My hands wrapped around him as I dropped my bag next to us. My body slamming into his. He responded with his arms around me and within seconds my lips found his and time stopped.  Everything was in slow motion.  I felt his lips against mine, wet and warm as he opened his mouth slightly and mine opened too.  His tongue finding it’s way in and my entire body was awake from his kiss. I pulled away and looked at him and he at me and his smile sent white hot shocks down my body that landed right between my thighs.  He kissed my forehead and picked up my bag, took my hand in his and said “Let’s go darling, we have some serious catching up to do”.  I was on fire.

He had a car waiting for us after we got my bags and we slid into the back seat. We got very cozy next to one another.  Simple chatting about the flight and where his flat was and all of a sudden his hand was on my thigh sliding up closer and my breathing hitched.  He smiled with my reaction and kept going.  I put my hand on his and he looked at me like I was his last meal and he was going to eat me alive.  I had to adjust myself in my seat.  I bit my lip as his hand moved further up.  I was nervous, eager and feverish with want. I was so charged up that I know if he kept going and touched me further, I would come undone immediately.  He knew it too.  He got closer to me and leaned over and kissed my neck and ran his tongue up my skin it absolutely lit me ablaze.  My breathing was rapid as he moved up to my ear and whispered in his delicious accent “oh baby, soon, so soon” and swiped his hand right up over the middle of my pants and around to my waist and up my stomach and chest to my neck and cheek.  His tattooed hand rested on my face and turned me towards him and he kissed me.  It was explosive.  I moaned into his mouth and let him suck the sheer life right out of me with that kiss. I melted in his hands and as soon as we arrived at his place I was in a puddle of roused lust. I could barely get out of the car but with his help I made it inside.  I felt like I would fall if I didn’t hold onto him.  I was wired and my head was spinning.  I could still taste that kiss as we walked into his apartment.  The man who drove the car was with us carrying my bags and we entered his place and with a flash of cash and a handshake, he was gone.  We were alone.

He took off his jacket, tossed it on a chair and slid off his pants and pulled on a pair of shorts that were on the back of the same chair.  He was asking if I wanted to get more comfortable or take a nap after the flight and as he did he hopped up on his kitchen counter on the other side of the island. The white cotton against his sun kissed skin and black tattoos looked angelic almost.  He was definitely a pure work of art not just decorated with it.  His body was formed from some kind of sexual clay by the goddess herself for the pure use of pleasure. He was undeniably attractive.  I stood there looking at him and couldn’t think of anything else to do but to show him my appreciation so I started to take my clothes off, all of them.  I wasn’t in the mood for sleep, food, drink or anything but him.

My skin felt hyperactive as I was pulling my shirt off over my head.  His grin showed me he liked what I was doing.  His tongue ran along his upper lip as he sucked in the lower one and bit it.  I slowly slid my pants down and let him look a little more at the lace fabric covering me.  I bought them just for him.  He was now standing and at full attention from what I could see.  I ran my hands over my breasts and up and under the straps and unclasped it and let it fall to the floor.  He took a deep breath and made a sound as I pulled down the panties.  I stood there and let him see me.  All of me.  Naked right in front of him. Naked for him, waiting and wanting him.  My mouth dry and my hands shaking for his body against mine.  I raised them and waved him to me and with only a few steps and his shirt practically ripped off over his head, he was grabbing me, pulling me to him.  My skin smacked against his as we met with such a vicious force.  Oceans of waiting and wanting to cross created a percussion of passion.  It was like thunder or dynamite.  A frenzied barrage of desire that detonated on impact.

He moved me backwards.  Each step got wilder and our movements were jagged and pleading.  My feet felt softness and I opened my eyes and were in the living room.  I was standing on a rug. He pulled me down and laid me onto the rug.  It was shaggy and delicate under me but there was nothing delicate about him.  He was rugged and firm and his body was an object of desire.  He was a model.  Women and men all over the world wanted him.  They could look upon his image anytime they wanted and fantasize about him and here I was about to devour him whole with my own mouth.  He was mine to feast upon tonight, tomorrow and the next day.

Our lips and tongues and mouths had done their devious deeds long enough taking turns on one another. Now he crawled up me and my voluptuous body was inviting him for precious pleasing as I lay under him on that velvety rug.  He positioned himself perfectly above me and said “you are beautiful like this” and with a kiss he was in and I fell over the edge just like that.  Tumbling over and over feeling dizzy and my lungs getting tired from all the sounds coming out of me at a range I couldn’t contain.  He was ravenous and I accepted it and took it, all of it.  My body paying the price and at that moment I would have signed a note to the devil himself for a loan to keep going.  Two soaked and sated bodies wasted on that rug in England. Sensationally sexually satisfied, again, finally.


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Daniel woke me early with a kiss on the forehead. My body felt heavy and tired. I was exhausted but exhilarated at the same time. I rolled over pulling the sheet up over my naked body. He smiled in delight as his eyes traveled the length of my body and his hand traced my outline under the sheet. He took in a deep breath as to restrain himself with me. I rolled back over and leaned my head on his lap. He appreciated this and rubbed my head and told me he was leaving. I sat up quickly in shock. “What?” I said too loudly. “Listen, I have business in the city and I can’t do it from here. Don’t be upset with me. I will be back tomorrow evening and until then, just make sure you take a shower and then a walk outside, you’ll be happy.” He smiled and stood up and actually giggled as he walked away. “Are you serious right now? You’re just going to go and leave me here alone?” I pleaded. “You’re not alone darlin’, trust me, just get cleaned up like a good girl and go take a look outside. You’ll be fine.”
I wrapped the blanket from the end of the bed around me and followed him out of the room and as I did I peered out the windows. I didn’t see anything and I asked him again what he was talking about and he repeated that I would be fine, more than fine, he said. He kissed me long and hard. He was just as hard as the kiss and with a grunt and his hands clamped around my face, he bit my lip and pulled on it with his teeth and said “Don’t have too much fun”. And he left.
I walked around the place for a bit in my blanket. Investigating and looking through things. Then I did as he said and got in the shower. I cleansed my body with the thought of his hands all over me. His cold hands getting my skin warm with each hit to my backside while his palm got as red as my skin. I could feel it as I ran the wash cloth over me. I quivered in remembrance. I smiled and continued with my memories as the soap ran down my body to the drain and I watched it swirl around. I finished up and got out and rumbled through the suitcase for clothes and decided to take my tea outside after I made some in the gourmet kitchen. I walked out to the patio area and in the distance I saw someone. I got nervous until he turned around. It was Gabriel. I almost dropped my cup. I swallowed hard and tried not to run to him. His youth was shining in the sun as it shone through the trees and brush around him. He looked almost angelic but I knew better.  Not even on day I met him did I think he was innocent.  He might look it but he was trained in the art of everything pleasurable and he was there for me.

I was thrilled to see him again. And now it all clicked. The fun I wasn’t supposed to have too much of was with him. But since Daniel left me here I wasn’t in the mood for fun. I wasn’t in the mood to be told what to do or how to do it. I just wanted him. My entire body was gravitating towards him. We both took steps closer to one another. His lips curling into a grin the closer we got to each other. I’m sure I wasn’t hiding my smile either. Both of us remembering our last encounter.  Remembering the night we had, the three of us.  So much willing indulgence, so much deviant passion.  An explosion of consensual lust between us.
We reached one another and stood there for a moment. I didn’t understand the sharing of me quite yet but I knew it was ok and that he was there for me, for me to use while Daniel was gone. This was an odd arrangement for sure and one I wasn’t expecting but I wanted it and I wanted him and he wanted me. He was very quiet, almost shy but aggressive when he needed to be. His hand reached for mine as he said hello and I went further and hugged him. His arms wrapped around me as his breath was on my bare neck as his lips grazed my skin. He smelled so good. So light and fresh. Like clean linens and herbal soap. I breathed him in and then out and as my breath left my lungs I moved my head around and our lips met. The earth stood still for that moment and I felt the dirt beneath my feet warm from the heat between us. I could feel the energy surging between us. Our hands moving all over one another. His landing in my freshly showered hair still wet and tangled and mine in his long boyish locks. I pulled a little and he made a delicious sound when I did so I pulled harder and dove down to his neck and kissed him and he shivered in my grasp. He was mine and I was going to take that boy for my pleasure and mine alone.
“Take me inside” he said as I kissed his neck, and jaw and cheeks and back to his lips. I grabbed him by the sleeve of his jacket and pulled him up the steps in through the doors and told him to stand there. Right there in the living room full of leather couches and specially designed chairs with matching end tables and lamps lit on each one. The trinkets and nic nacs placed so perfectly around the room made me a bit crazy. He stood there smiling at me and took off his jacket. His thin, toned body showing through his white tank top underneath just waiting for me to explore. The last time I was with him, I was with Daniel too so I didn’t get the full on experience of Gabriel but I am very aware of what he can do with that beautiful body of his. I can see he’s ready too. I was dressed in a button up white shirt and jeans with no socks or shoes on. I walked around him in circles as I touched him. Teasing him and taunting him with my words and my wants and then my demands. I told him to take off his pants and undershirt. He did. He stood in his boxer briefs as I watched him. I told him to unbutton my shirt slowly and admire me. He did. He was breathing deeply as he slid the cotton off of my shoulders and he saw my black lace bra holding me up nicely. He licked his lips as I told him to touch me. He obliged and quickly his hands were on me. Soon enough I was bare and his mouth was tantalizing me as I held him against me tightly. Pulling and tugging on his hair which he seemed to enjoy. I told him to lay me down on the couch and continue his debauchery with his mouth on me. He turned me and in a few steps he laid me down and was on top of me. His body hovering over mine poised, ready and available. He was waiting for direction from me. I wasn’t used to this but I liked it. I was in charge. He was mine. He was there for me to utalize and I was ready to shove him down and make him earn it. And he couldn’t have been more sufficient for the sheer purpose of my pleasure.  He plunged as soon as I told him where to go.

I rewarded him when he did right by giving him more of me as he did what I said. He was so willing and I was so composed with my desires. He didn’t leave one inch of skin on my electrified body untouched by his hands, his lips and his tongue. I was on fire. Release was necessary and near. The power and the discipline was intoxicating. Supremacy by sex was something all new to me but showed no limitations with him.
Yesterday I was the submissive muse and today I am the awoken master. No strings or force just gluttonous guidance from me to him. Telling him what I want and how I want it. A greedy governess is what I was with him. I told him and he did it. And if he was hesitant I made him. He loved it. He devoured me whole because I told him to and when he was finished and I wanted more, he did it again. No waiting, no letting up, he just kept going. I gave him justified jurisdiction of my body over and over again. There was no restraint, no fear just the two of us handling our primal needs, one at a time and mine were first.  His needs came after mine and in that order.  I was dictating this round and even when his belt was wrapped and fastened around his wrists and he was sat on a chair for me to admire and inflict with pleasure, he was smiling.  So coy and sheepish but not even on day one did I see anything other than a wolf and today he was mine to tame.





We had heard about the party from friends and I planned to spend the night at my best friends house so I could go with her.  She was the type of girl that gathered attention where ever she went.  She dressed for it and looked for it where I was just the type of girl that kept that side to myself then.  I wasn’t shy but I wasn’t slutty either, not to say my best friend was but she wasn’t afraid to show it off that’s for sure.

I drove and we ended up having to park in a lawn down the street because there were so many cars.  I was nervous because I didn’t want to get busted.  We were only teenagers.  I was just 18 then.  I had on a tie dye and jeans, my typical outfit of choice.  She was in a jeans, and black very low cut tank top and had a black corduroy shirt over it unbuttoned.  It was the 90’s and we both fit the look. My hair was shorter but growing out and probably wavy and tucked behind my ears.  I wore a little make up just mascara and powder but I usually had some color on my lips.  Something bold to set them apart from the rest of me.

There were so many kids there.  Some I knew, some I didn’t.  It was bound to get busted but luckily the boy’s father was a member of the local law enforcement so I guess it was safe.  There was loads of alcohol and a lot of pot smoking going on that night.  Girls in the hot tub with boys and people sneaking off to bedrooms.  There were people in every single available spot of that property.  It was a mega house party.  It was fun.  We grabbed a cup and hit up the keg.  We walked around a few times talking and watching the debauchery happening.  I ended up running into a group of guys that I had knows for years, one being the host of this party.  Hugs all around and a little catching up.  But there was one that kept my eye, that always made me wonder, that didn’t look away from me at all.  His smile was electric and his eyes curious.  We had known each other since we were kids at church together and then in junior high we sat together on the bus and hung out as friends.  I loved his curls and his freckles.  He was always so nice to me and funny.  He made me laugh.  He liked my shirt as we shared the same taste in music.  We always had.  Going back as far as sharing my discman on the bus listening to the latest CD I had gotten.  And here we were older and more attentive to one another.  I wanted to sit with him but my friend wanted to keep walking around.  His eyes kept mine even as we walked away and I turned back to look at him.  He was still looking and smiling.  I tried to let go of my friends hand to go back to him but she wouldn’t let me go.  The night went on and I saw him a couple of times and I had a bit more liquid courage and found him again sitting down in a group of people.  I wanted to tell him we were leaving as my friend found a guy she wanted to leave with and I didn’t want her to go alone.  He joked with me and said very coy “I could keep you hostage” with a huge smile on his face.  I’m sure my smile matched his what with the buzz I had and not just from the beer but from him too.  He was sitting there in baggy light blue jeans and white t-shirt with a band on it. He reached for my hand and held it while I responded and said back to him closely as the music was loud “I wouldn’t be a hostage if I wanted to stay right?” and as I looked back at him for an answer and he said “No, you wouldn’t, not if you’re willing”  and I kept looking at him as the air got heavy right at that moment and everything and everyone seemed to disappear.  I wanted to stay with him.  I wanted him to take me down by the river away from all the people and do with me as he wished.  I wanted that hand that was holding mine to be cupping my cheek as he kissed me and then slid it down over that t-shirt to feel me.  I wanted to take him down right there on the grass and give him a night he’d never ever forget.  But, I’m pretty sure his girlfriend at the time would not have agreed with all of that and I was leaving.  I hated to leave because I know for a fact if I would have stayed, something would have happened and I wouldn’t be the curious little kitten that I am now.

We kept in touch over the next year or so and even met up through our local college classes but soon he moved far away and I never saw him again.  Then when social media took over the lives of every bored human across the globe we connected again.  It was nothing at first.  Just idle chit chat here and there and likes on each other’s posts and comments back and forth sometimes.  It wasn’t until recently that it ramped up big time.  I’m not even sure how it happened but it did.  I think the curious nature that we both possessed got the better of us and we let it.  I mean why not?  There’s no harm in some fun talking.  Sensual conversation between two consenting adults doesn’t seem like it’s a sin.  No homes to wreck or any other’s to worry about.  Just us on the screen letting our thumbs do the work with words and our imaginations spilling out letter by letter.  Sometimes it would get so hot that my brain would be too fast for my keyboard and the spelling became terrible and the heat became alive.  It was like another being in the room with me and with him.  A lust filled demon.  A sexual savage through technology.  One that I had no idea lived within him but I was very familiar with the one that lived in me.  He drew it out immediately.  That good girl gone bad deviant that wanted nothing more than to please him verbally typed back as fast as she could with every ping of her phone.  The nights and days were filled with declarations and disclosings of fantasies and realities and served as the release we required from our suppressions.  So many years had past and now there was this connection that may or may not have always been there but it was ignited, unearthed through correspondence.  A tantalizing transmission across country.  He put thoughts in my head that I had never dreamed of and if I did, I used it for my own personal time and publication.  I never knew a man could talk like he did and does.  He was like my male equivalent.  Lord help us because what we were about to do could be volcanic and the eruption could melt us both.

He had to fly out my way for business and I agreed to meet him.  God, in real time I was going to see him.  I could touch him if I wanted to.  He could touch me like I know he wants to.  We could do all of those things we wrote back and forth about in real life, finally.  I’m not sure I could handle it but I had to try.  If it’s as hot as it is via the internet then there had better be paramedics available and lots of Gatorade and cold cloths to soothe and ice to relieve anything swollen.  I have no idea if we will even be able to come up for air once we actually get in a room alone together.  The electricity between us miles apart is so fully charged and rousing that it will be dynamite explosive to say the least.

His flight arrived and he took a car to the hotel I agreed to meet him at in the city.  I was instantly tingling when I got his text.  I prepared the room and made sure I was ready myself.  My phone pinged and it was him.  He was here.  I made my way down to the lobby and got off the elevator in such a lather of excitement that I could have knocked people down to get to him.

I searched the room and there he was.  Our eyes locked and his mouth turned to smile.  I could see his eyes sparkling from across the room.  I tried not to run to him but a brisk walk got me to him quickly.  I stopped just in front of him.  He looked me over as I did him.  I couldn’t believe it.  We were finally in each others real life presence.  I took a huge breath into my lungs and lunged at him for a hug.  His arms wrapped around me so tight as mine did him.  I pulled back and just looked at him.  Our eyes saying everything and our mouths not moving at all.  I needed to save my energy for him.  I ran my hands up his chest, to his face and just held them there for a moment.  He took one in his hand and said “where’s the room?” and I turned still holding his hand and guided him to the elevators.

We stepped inside and the doors shut.  He looked at the button I pushed and said “Oh, 27, nice, that gives a me a moment”  “For what?” I asked and as I turned he had me up against the mirrored elevator walls and his mouth was on mine without warning.  That kiss had been years in the making.  It was so deep and so hard coming from two people that were so hungry for one another that it was blistering in that elevator.  It stopped at our floor and the doors opened and we walked out.  I took his hand again and lead him to the room.  I swiped the key and opened the door and we walked in.  As the door shut I closed my eyes and knew that he was right behind me.  I could feel his breath on the skin of my neck.  His long, tall and lean body pressing against me.  He was kissing and licking my neck.  Tracing my jaw line with his lips and tongue as I tipped my head back for him.  His hands roaming the front of my body as mine searched behind me for more of him to touch.  Moans and whimpers coming from my mouth as he snarled and growled like the big bad wolf he said he is.  I bit my lip with delight and excitement. I bit it so hard it hurt and he told me to.  He said “bite it so hard that it hurt. It will distract you from the greed you have for me”.  I turned around and said “I don’t have to do that tonight because you are here and you are mine for the taking” and he grabbed me as his hands squeezed me close to my hips and he gently shoved me on the bed and replied with “not before I take you first” and in a moment he was over me whispering and telling me what he was going to do to me as I squirmed and quivered and licked my lips with anticipation and want.  My clothes were coming off as he undressed me and undressed himself and soon enough I was at his mercy.  A full on torturous assault of his doing to me.  Over and over until he was satisfied with himself and I was left a mess on top of the pure white comforter that was still gripped tightly in my hands as I couldn’t let go.  I was left in a ravaged rigamortis state and he was so pleased with his performance that I feel like his smile would be tattooed on his face.  It was primal.  It was supreme seduction that was driven by days, weeks turned to months of controlled and ruling sexual verbage brought to life and damn near death right there on that bed in that hotel room in the city.  But what a way to die.  Death by a day dream turned reality.  Bound, gagged and buried all by my teenage crush. Who knew we we’d be so sinfully delicious together?  Now we do.  Dessert anyone?