Lollipop Day Dreams

The rain came early that day as I woke to the sounds of the drops peppering the roof and windows.  The days had been so low and seemed to be blending together just one right after the other.  I was craving a release from my reality so I decided to hit up  my favorite book store after work and let my mind wander as I strolled the isles for something to catch my eye.  I was a frequent customer of this little shop tucked away downtown and I loved to get lost in the basement with the classics and poets who’s words wooed me no matter how many times I have read their heartfelt lays.

The door jingled with the bell as I stepped inside and shook the rain off of my coat and out of my hair and I was greeted with a hello from behind the counter and it was a familiar face.  A younger face.  A beautiful face with a smile that could set a dark room alight.  His dark hair was tucked under a hat and his sweatshirt hood hung out from under his jacket and his hands were shoved in his jean pockets as he watched me walk in from the rain soaked city streets.  He was home from college on fall break.  I had gotten to know him over the summer as he came in from time to time to help his uncle run the store.  He was an excellent book stacker and we spent a few late nights after work stowed away in the stacks laughing and reading and enjoying some time together. We even exchanged texts when he was away at school. I hadn’t seen him in a few months and I was surprised to see him.  He looked different to me.  Perhaps it was just the time apart but he seemed older-ish.  I was quite a bit older than him so maybe it was me just appreciating his youth but he looked so beautiful standing in the light the shown down from the lamp above him.  He looked angelic almost and the devil on my shoulder was screaming in my ear how fucking hot he looked and I had to close my eyes and swallow hard as I walked over to him and said hello back as he reached to hug me.  His arms enveloped me and I breathed him in as I embraced him back.  I apologized about my wet hair and he smiled and tucked a lose strand behind my ear and said I still looked good even wet.  I tried to play it off as nothing while we walked in unison towards the stairs to go down to the basement, as that’s what we always did together.  It was weird.  I felt a zing of electricity from him that seemed to have amplified since those nights we spent after hours together.  There was no way he could be interested in me.  And I shouldn’t be interested in him as he is so much younger but our interests and our personalities gel so well it’s hard not to look at it through romantic lenses.  And he was so so sexy.   And he had no clue either.  It is not apparent to him just how attractive he is which makes me want him even more.

The way he talked and his laugh and that giant grin and his fit body, it was all too much.  I had noticed as he stocked the shelves one night while I sat cross legged on the floor.  I looked up and his t- shirt was pulled up as his arms were up and his stomach showed ever single abdominal muscle tight and toned just like his arms.  His arms so long and lean under the tight white t-shirt.  That was the same summer night he walked me to my taxi as it was raining and he was drenched in that t-shirt stuck to his toned body with his dark jeans sopping wet that just fell over his brown boots tucked under the denim.  He was all wet standing there as I got into the back seat and told me to have a good night and I hugged him.  Our wet bodies touching and that moment was tattooed in my imagination for my own personal use later that night.  I blush at the memory of how he made me feel.  The tingles and tantric vibes from him to me stored away in my brain for my alone time!

We talked about his classes and his apartment and how he was pretty much all settled in and we picked a spot near the last row of books and he offered me a seat on the floor next to him.  I grabbed a book and dropped my stuff and took a seat.  I opened the book and began to read it and I realized he was staring at me. “What, why are you looking at me like that?” I asked “Do you know you move to the rhythm of the poem when you read?” he answered me with a question of his own.  “I guess it literally moves me when I read them.” I said.  “Well, I like to watch you read, it’s kinda sexy actually” he responds.  “Just kinda?” I question and giggle as I look up at him.  His eyes changed immediately.  They darkened.  They went from a teenager to a man in a moment as he moved closer to me and whispered “It’s very sexy, just like you”.  His words echoed in the emptiness and they dripped from his tongue like liquid fire and the heat from him was palpable.  I leaned closer and our mouths were nearly touching as his hand ran up my arm to my shoulder and stopped at my neck.  He softly pushed at me and I tilted my head to the side and he moved in and placed his lips on my neck.  My body ignited.  I was trying to catch my breath as the sounds escaped my lungs in a long “oh”.  My hands were gripping the back of his jacket as he moved us both down and was soon directly over me on the floor.  I was breathing so heavy and could barely comprehend where I was as his lips were tracing my neck from my collar bone to my ear as he sucked on my ear lobe and went back to kissing my neck.  Our bodies moving as to get a better feel against one another.  My legs spreading to make room for him.  I could feel him pressing against me. His forearms next to me and his hands in my hair.  My back arching to meet his rhythm and to get as close to him as I could. Our lips hadn’t even touched yet when we heard a familiar voice calling for him as his Uncle was still in the store.  He quickly moved and pulled me up with him and we both began to laugh.  We stood and walked to the stairs and as we started up I stopped and pulled him by fistfuls of his sweatshirt and turned him to the wall and shoved him against it and kissed him.  No way was I leaving with out kissing him.  He welcomed my mouth with a moan that slid from his lips to mine.  I swallowed his sounds as the kiss grew harder as did his body against mine.  So tight and tense.  It was a mind blowing kiss that seemed to span all time and space. I stepped back and took a moment and looked up at him as he looked down at me smiling and I couldn’t help but shake my head.  “Don’t do that” he said. I couldn’t help it as it registered to me how odd this was.  I mean, the age difference.  And why me?  But the attraction was there.  It was so much there that the room felt heavy and sticky with want.  A need that must be met.  It was undeniable

We walked up the stairs teasing one another as he walked to the counter in front of his Uncle’s office and told me about a gathering happening that night at his friends apartment showing some of her art and said I should come.  He wrote the address down and I took the piece of paper and stuck it in my pocket and touched my lips with my hand and he watched me walk out the door.  He quickly ran out and grabbed me and kissed me one more time and asked if I was coming and I said yes.

That evening I laid on my bed after a very long shower in my black lace bra and panties and debated on going.  Why was I even doing this?  This is ridiculous but I was going  none the less.  I wanted him and he wanted me and that needed to be rectified.

I slipped on my dress and zipped it up and slid my feet into my heels, sprayed my wrists and neck with perfume and did a last check in the mirror on my hair and make up and was ready.  I had knots in my stomach and my body was in a fever wanting him.  I was so worked up.  It was a yearning I hadn’t felt in a very long time.  I got to the apartment late on purpose as I didn’t want to seem to eager.  I was greeted by a young lady in a beautiful cocktail dress with long red hair and perfect lips.  I told her I was meeting him there and she told me he was in the parlor room on the couch as she pointed that way.  She took my jacket and complimented my dress as I was in a deep purple fitted dress that zipped all the way up the back and landed just above the knee with black heels and black thigh highs underneath with the line up the back.  I meant business with this ensemble and I think she knew it.  My hair was done up and tucked behind one ear and my lips a deep burgundy matte.  I was a siren and my song was calling him.

I turned the corner to the parlor and there he sat.  He sat looking away from me in a baby blue/grey suit.  I couldn’t quite tell the color but his shirt was a pink with white polka dot button up and for the love of all that was holy, he was bare foot.  His hand up by his mouth as he was staring off the other direction.  Oh that mouth.  That beautiful mouth that mere hours ago was all over my neck working it and me into a frenzy of lust.  He turned and saw me and immediately sat up.  I started to walk towards him.  His eyes dancing from my head to my feet.  I take it he liked what he saw as he smiled and I could see his body react as he licked his lips and stood when I got closer.  I told him to stay seated but he didn’t.  Instead he leaned in and kissed my cheek as he placed both hands on my bare arms and his simple touch sent lighting throughout my entire body.  I wanted nothing more than for him to close the doors to that room and take me on that couch right then and there.  I wanted to shove him down, hike my dress up and straddle him and leave my lipstick all over his face.  He must have sensed my feelings as he slipped his hand into mine and took me out of that room and politely introduced me to a few of his friends and lead me down a hallway telling the young lady he wanted me to see that one piece in the back room.  She giggled and said sure and soon enough we were down the hall to what seemed like another dimension.  How big was this apartment?  The light was on in the room and there were some paintings on the wall and a few full length mirrors along another wall with a small love seat, chair and coffee table near a window towards the corner.  I started to ask if the paintings were hers when I looked over and he was sitting on the love seat with his arms out as to offer himself to me.  I walked over to him and stood directly in front of him.  His hands went to my things and my arms around his head as he slid his hands up me and then back down and back up but under my dress this time while my fingers ran through his hair.  He watched me watching him as if to ask if it was alright.  It was more than alright as I placed my hands on his shoulders and stepped out of my heels and moved him back and straddled his lap.  I was facing him and with mere inches between us I closed the gap as I slid forward and he moved upwards to meet me and it was a full body explosion as soon as our lips touched.  It was and absolute torrential downpour of kisses.  Sliding our tongues in and out as we moved.  All hands all over each other.  Sighing and moaning and groping and groaning we kept the tempo up.  He was grabbing handfuls of my hair to pull my head back and run his lips all over my neck and chest.  Leaving little nips and bites along the way as I was making working on the buttons of his shirt.  I wanted to see him.  I wanted his skin to touch my skin.  I shoved it off of his shoulders and ran my hands down his chest and rippled abs.  I leaned down and slid off of him and onto my knees and as I did I trailed burgundy kisses along his toned chest.  Feeling his muscles twitching beneath my lips as I moved further down to his stomach while I undid his belt.

My mind and body were focused on one thing and one thing only, pleasing him.  He made me feel alive and dangerous and I was going to introduce him to what an experienced woman could do.  I soon stood and turned and asked him to unzip me and he graciously obliged.  I let the dress fall to the floor and stood in front of him dressed for the purpose, the purpose of sensuality and sex.  I am a woman and I know what I want and that makes me desirable and at that moment I wanted him.  And when you’re my age, you get what you want because you know how to get it and you know how to give it and I was ready for both.

Koo-Koo-Ka-Choo!!

How bad can the mind be?  How bad is too bad?  How far do you let it go? Do you feel clean when you’re dirty or do you feel the need to be cleansed by the dirt?  No matter how twisted it gets or how real it feels it’s all in your head.

The corrupted conscience isn’t a bad place to dwell as long as you can handle the crimes committed there.  Whether you’re the pawn or the king or the master or the servant, if you let the Joker play his crazy card, you may actually enjoy the game.  You certainly won’t know until you put some skin in it, so why not expose the plunder and ponder the pillage, you might like it.  But do be warned the righteous can’t walk on water here they can only slip into the deep of it all and let the thoughts take you under where you can delight in the plunge and stay immersed in your imagination.  Fear doesn’t exist and lust rules the waters of your fantasy.  A poolside view on your knees after you’ve been drenched with desire and left craving more.  An urge, a thirst, a hunger, a devotion to the design of your own aspiration of asphyxiation by pleasure.  You simply need to suffocate with the overpowering want of your own disobedience.  With no master to punish you,  your iniquities can continue for as long as you let them.  They can take you anywhere you want.  Wicked, gluttonous behaviors are entertainment for the self-indulgent soul.  The buzz from the fetish, the luxury of satisfaction, the demented diversion of pain turned to pleasure are the objects desired in the corners of your turned on psyche.   Don’t be afraid to flip the switch of your sanity.  Embrace the maniacal kink.  Drown in the delicious delirium as you push off from the bottom of that passion pool only to be left weak and wanton.  Dripping in your damnation with animalistic eroticism vailed to the world as it’s hidden in your solo conception safe and sound where trespassers will not be violated unless they want to be.  Observation is allowed through creativity and the word play of the brainpower that streams live in the day dreams that occupy your stolen moments during the day.  But don’t forget the slumber of sloth that breeds at night attaching itself to your cognition like a vice.  The harder the better I say.  I see no shortcomings in the coveting of oneself through the lost in thought and found in touch debauchery of the sensualistic mind.  The only way to feed your appetite is to eat, so dig in and fill up on the aphrodisia of the delinquency of desire.  Wallow in the mire of your deviance and scandalize yourself, it’s ok, no ones watching.  An abandoned peep show for one.  Isolated by the forsaken and appreciated by the ghosts of your solidarity.  A flight of fancy fornication and the illusion of sin.

As the fall season crept in and shorts changed to pants and t-shirts were covered with jackets, I was craving a change more than just the weather.  I needed something new, something different, something to remind me I am still alive.

Things had been so drab and mundane lately that I could barely stand my own reality.  My work friends noticed and insisted on taking me out one evening after a long day at the office.  I accepted and let them drag me to some bar where I felt like I could have been babysitting half of the people in there.  I say that because I probably could be the mother to several of my young co-workers though none of them treat me like it so that’s appreciated.  They grab more drinks as the bass pounds and I hope my head doesn’t tomorrow because I will be meeting with the CEO’s and their new fresh out of college intern that will most likely be under my watch so I need to limit my martini’s!  Some song comes on and the girls lose their minds and grab my hands and take me to the dance floor.  I laugh and follow their lead and we all decide to crank it up.  Hands in our hair and hips rolling to the music as we get lost in the crowds and the beat blares down on us while the light flash and flicker.  I must say, I appreciate this distraction, it was much needed.  We finish the dance and they head to the restroom hand in hand and I watch our seats near the bar.  I am greeted by a pair of eyes as I walk to the stools with purses and jackets in hand.  I set them down and wave for the bartender for one more round.  The eyes follow me across the bar.  I sit, he moves towards me.  His gaze soft yet hungry.  I smile in wonderment of this young gentleman coming towards me.  He sits next to me and smiles as he leans towards me to say something to me as it’s very loud, “You looked very at home on the dance floor” he says.  I say thank you and try to hide the blush that sweeps across my face as his British accent sends a heat wave through my entire body.  He offers to buy my drink and I insist he doesn’t but he doesn’t take no for answer and slides his cash to the bartender before I can get my wallet out of my purse.  His smile is more than just a grin, it’s full of mischief and desire.  His mouth begs to be kissed and his eyes frolic with excitement.  He’s giddy almost, yet formal and stern.  His hand firmly gripping his beer bottle as he brings it to his lips and I have to suck in my breath as it sneaks out in an “oh” sound.  I was jealous of that bottle.  I wanted those lips and that delicious mouth on mine.  I closed my eyes for a moment and with that the girls were back.  Dizzy with laughter and comments to me about the guy standing next to me.  He introduces himself to each of them shaking their hands and obliging their booze soaked questions.  He and I clearly know this is getting along to nowhere so he kindly steps around them to me and he brushes his shoulder against mine and leans in and slides his arm around my waist to my back and I let him pull me closer as his lips gently touch my cheek with a kiss so soft and warm that my skin prickles with fever.  He slips away through the crowd and I am left haunted by him and foggy with want.

I slept like shit.

I woke up late and in a hurry to get to the office.  My head was fine thank God but my body wasn’t.  It was left unsatisfied and way to aware of itself last night even after I took a cold shower and danced in circles by myself before bed as to take some of the want away.  It wasn’t enough.  I was stuck on that man.  That young man at the bar.  Who was he?  Why did he come over to me?  And that accent and that smile with those hands and that hair and those eyes and he smelled so good.  Damn my mind.  Damn it.

I file into the office and hit the elevator.  We crowd out of it and fan out to our respected cubicles or offices and I stop at the girl’s area and we chat for a second about last night as they follow me laughing and saying “You just won’t believe it, you really won’t” and I am totally lost in translation.  They hand me my files and I grab my pen and paper and my Ipad and head to the meeting.  I walk in the doors and the girls are standing right behind and as soon as I see him, I get it.

Holy Shit.  It’s him.

It’s him seated at the table in a light sweater with a zipper on the front that I want to immediately unzip with my teeth and rip that sweater off of him.  He is wearing glasses which he didn’t have on last night and he’s stubbly from not shaving.  He’s smiling and talking and as soon as that voice hits me my body shutters in response.  I swallow hard and my thighs actually clinched together searching for some type of release for the pressure that’s built up inside me.  I take a deep breath and clear my throat and they all look up.  He looks up.  He’s as stunned as I am.  I can see that as that smile fades to sheer desire that seems to rush over his face as he examines me from top to bottom.  I’m dressed in a navy blue pencil skirt with a white tuxedo shirt on.  I have red bottom navy heels on with some old school thigh highs with the line up the back which I am so glad I put them on this morning.  My black hair tucked away from my face and my lips adorned in a luscious velvety red matte that I was also very glad I put on this morning.  I feel better when my lips are red!  And of course the only seat left open is right next to him.  So I watch him watch me as I make my way around the table to sit beside him.  I smile and introduce myself to him and we shake hands and it was hard to let go.  I sit nervously next to him and my concentration is absolutely shot as soon as he moves to sit back and I smell him.  I might explode.  The meeting starts and I am sure enough going to combust by the end of it.

I have to adjust my seat about 5 times in a half hour and I fiddled with my pen and my papers and I tried to pay attention but I couldn’t.  He was the same way.  I witnessed him literally adjust himself as he sat back at one point and this was just after I had leaned across the table to hand out a few documents I had written up and when I looked back he was staring at me, specifically at my ass, grinning.  The looks back and forth were ongoing and I decided to play with him a bit.  I leaned back slightly and made sure he was watching me as I raised my hand to the button on my shirt and I undid it and looked at him.  I pushed the fabric over slightly so you could see the lace of my bra underneath.  He licked his lips as I turned more towards him so he could see better.  I bit my lower lip and took the plunge and softly placed my hand on his leg for a split second and then moved it back quickly.  He laughed quietly and winked when I looked at him again.

The meeting was coming to a close when my boss gave me the duty of taking him around the building on a tour and I happily agreed.  I was sweating by the time it was over.  He stood up and I looked up at him from a seated position and that was the view I wanted for certain, to be under him. To be beneath him feeling the weight of his body on top of mine.  Him looking down at me like that was deviantly beautiful.

I began our tour room by room and office section by section.  It was a large firm and we had a 5 story office building so it might take awhile to go through it all and we both seemed to be fine with it. The fifth floor was under partial construction so I took him there last.  That gave me time to decide whether or not I was going to take it a step further and make it a full contact tour.  I had to.  He touched me at every turn around every corner.  Just the slightest brush of his skin on mine even through the fabric of my clothes set me a blaze.  I wanted him and I could tell by the time we stepped off that elevator and the people were far from us and the air was so thick and damp between us that it was happening.

I took him to the construction area where there were stacks of dry wall and half finished walls and not a soul around and I turned to him and he turned to me and I grabbed him by that sweater and pulled him to me.  I came with ease as his long lean arms wrapped around me and mine wrapped around him as my mouth slammed into his.  Finally, finally those lips were on mine.  He let out a growl as he backed me into the wall.  The kissing was a hysteria of passion.  It was turbulent and feverish.  My hands made their way to the bottom of his sweater and I tugged at it for him to take it off.  He did and tossed it to the dry wall dust covered floor.  Then his t-shirt under it tossed next.  His body was divine.  Every muscle toned and moving against my body.  He quickly unbuttoned my shirt and slid his hands under it smiling at me and admiring me as he dove to kiss my neck and chest.  I told him to take me.  I shoved him over to the stack of dry wall and as I did he leaned down and pushed my skirt up showing the thigh highs and he grabbed me and picked me up and turned me around and sat me on the stack of dry wall.  The kissing continued and the bodily assault did as well.  My hands pulling on him and grasping at his bare skin that writhed in front of me.  He steadied himself as I leaned back on the stack my ass and back sure to be covered in dust.  His hands smoothly touching me from my neck down the front of me.  My body quivering and moving while I waited for entry.  We were making our ascendancy as I pulled him forward to me.  Our bodies were scorching in the midst of our fierce torridity.  Our sounds loud and ferocious.  And the only way to extinguish it was to continue.  To keep going until we were left incinerated from the physical dripping heat that can only be created in such a seductive swelter that leaves you fully and properly quenched.  So we did and my body would never be the same.  It would be left to forever seethe, simmer and burn for the dousing suffocation that was HIM.

Most of my days were spent in the company of my co workers and the figments of my imagination or stopping at the building next door to say hello to Stella, the older  woman from England that lives there.  Her brownstone is still as original as she is and as old I think but, I adore her and she appreciates my silly stories. She constantly teases me about being an old Mum with no man in my life and I remind her that I don’t have time for love and that my career is finally taking off at the advertising firm that I got hired at in the city.  She tries to show me childhood pictures of her sons and nephews in hopes that it sparks an interest.  She is diligent with one of them too.  He lives in England and is working on his lucrative modeling career and me in all my 5’2” glory and not so athletic body doesn’t see a future in that one.

It was a rainy almost fall day when I got off the train and headed home after I stopped at the grocery store just down from our block and I saw a black Escalade parked out front of her building.  I was curious so I decided to stop up and see her.  I rang the bell and she answered almost immediately.  She hustled me into her place while she tugged and  stripped off my wet jacket and telling me to fix my hair which was a bit of a wind blown disaster when she pulled me by my hand into her kitchen, stopped me, turned me and faced me towards her chipped painted cabinets and her doily covered kitchen table and there he sat perched on her counter.

He was looking away from me but I could see every inch of him as his long denim covered legs dangled off the old linoleum counter.  He was absolutely ravishing.  Stunningly handsome.  Devastatingly gorgeous.  I couldn’t move.  I couldn’t breathe.  I just stared at him waiting for him to look my way.  She interrupted my thoughts with an introduction and as she did he looked at me.  He looked right into me.  I shyly took in a breath and moved closer as to shake his hand and when I did he slid off the counter and stood so tall.  His body moved with such ease and distinction towards me as he put out his hand towards me.  We shook hands and he smiled as he came closer.  I was nearly dead just from the sight of him but when he smiled I was sure I was 6 feet under and could hear the dirt being shoveled on my coffin.  He was that beautiful.  And when he spoke his accent rolled so delicately off of his tongue that I wanted to reach up to him and pull him down to me and suck on that British beak.  Oh My God he was so pretty.  I was so taken off guard by him and he knew it too.  His gaze darkened as he closed the space between us.  He could sense it as he kept talking to me and never dropped his eyes from me.  He was studying me as I talked with him.  His brown eyes watching my mouth as I talked.  I could feel them burrowing like a mole under my skin as it warmed from the inside out.  I couldn’t help but bite my lip and when I did he adjusted his stance and his eyebrow went up and I could tell he liked it.  His long body leaning against the counter with his arms folded over his chest.  As I spoke his lips would curl into a smile and his laugh was loud and deliberate.  I watched those lips and imagined them on my neck kissing it so gently but I had a feeling his gentle wasn’t like I imagined it. Was he rough?  Would he take what he wanted? Would I let him?  And would I want more after he had used me up and left me molten and diffused? Oh the things that were rolling around my mind.

Stella was flitting about with her comments every now and then.  I was examining his tattooed hands and how strong they looked.  His forearms showing a bit as he shoved up his sleeves. I wonder how much of his body was taken over by the beautiful art decorating his lovely skin.  Oh, that skin.  It looked soft yet worn from the sun.  I assumed he was older than me and imagined he was quite the acclaimed model in England.  We discussed it a bit as I told him that my company was doing a new campaign for a cologne and I was trying desperately to find the right model for the ad.  He quickly offered to do a test shoot for me and I took him up on that.  He would be perfect.  And I would make sure to find some way to get him out of his clothes and into that studio as soon as possible!

I realized what time it was and needed to get back with my probably now melted items and put them away.  He offered to help me as I had about 6 bags and when I said no Stella jumped in and insisted he help me.  So, I agreed and we gather the bags and walked down out the door and down the stairs and just over to my building. There was simple chatting about the damn rain on the way.  It was coming down harder now and I was hoping I didn’t look like a drown rat with my black hair stuck to my wet skin on my cheeks.  I got to the door and fumbled for my key to the building and he politely held the door open after I unlocked and I looked up at him to say thank you and when I did his hair had fallen down over his face from the rain making it heavy and he pulled his hand up to his head and ran his long tattooed fingers through it as to get it out of his face.  As he did that I swear time went into slow motion as I watched him do it.  I stayed under his other arm holding the door looking up at him while I licked my lips.  I wanted so badly to run my tongue along his rain water laced jaw and feel his stubble with my wet red lips.  He saw me looking at him and he moved me with his body and let the door shut and backed me up to the hallway wall.  He asked me closely which one was mine as he nodded towards the three doors in the hallway.  I swallowed hard and pointed to the one in front of us.  He smiled as he moved me with his hands on my waist.  Our bags knocking against each other.  He took the keys from my hand and tried each one until he got the door open and he moved me inside.  As soon as the door shut behind us he dropped his bags as did I and we stood there staring at one another.

“I don’t even know you” I said softly as my breathing got faster. “You don’t have to” he said as he came closer to me quickly.  He unzipped his rain soaked jacket and let it drop to the floor which revealed his tattooed skin under his white tank top.  His hands reaching for my jacket as I was unzipping as well.  He stepped as close to me as he could with out touching me.  I could smell him.  He smelled of city rain and shampoo from his wet hair and his breath smelled of peppermint as he leaned in closer.  His mouth just in front of mine.  The air was so thick I could barely inhale but when I did it tasted like him.  It felt humid and damp and hot.  So hot.  I was on fire as he just stood there.  I had to move.  I had to move with him.  I put my hands on the bottom of my t-shirt and pulled it up and off and over my head throwing it on the floor.  He then took a look at me up and down stopping at my red laced covered breasts.  He dipped his head down to my neck.  His lips burned into my flesh as he trailed kisses and licks and bites up to my mouth.  I finally let my breath out hard making a sound that he reacted to as his grip around me tightened.  When he came up from my neck he was smiling as if to appreciate the gesture of me removing my shirt and showing myself to him.  Then, he kissed me.  The kiss was powerful.  Our lips were moving in a side show of lust and hunger.  It was like I was trying to get every last bit of his lips with mine.  I was ravenous for him.  It was an obscene amount of kissing. My hands were around his neck and feeling his back then I slid them under his shirt and tugged on the bottom of it as to pull it up and off of him.  He assisted me and threw it next to mine and as he did that he made a sound of relief.  He wanted to be shirtless with me.  He shoved his body against mine so hard that I had to take a few steps back and next thing I knew I was pinned against the door.  The kissing continued and our bodies were touching so warm against each other.  We were in sync with our delicious deviant debauchery.  It was like we had done this before.  My hands in his hair and his in mine.  My fingers making a mess out of his wet locks.  He told me to pull it, so I did.  He smiled and groaned as I did it.  His hand reaching up to mine, grasping it and telling me to do it harder and as I did he grinned and flung his head back up and the look he had was savage. He did it back to me and as he pulled my hair he dove at my neck and down to my chest.  I moaned and whimpered as he made a meal out of my skin.  His stubble was scratching my neck and chest. Surely it will be red and wounded.  I hope so.  I want to remember this. I want to remember him when I see it in the mirror.  As the kissing continued he quickly turned me around and placed my  hands on the door with his.  My palms flat against the wood that was cool against my bare skin.  He pushed against me and I could feel him.  His body so firm and hard.  I was trapped there by him.  He told me to keep my hands there while he let go and moved his to the front of me slipping under the fabric that was left on me.  I shuddered and squirmed as he told me to be still.  His mouth on the back of my neck and over my shoulders.  He moved further down to my back and lowered himself to his knees and told me to turn around slowly.  I obeyed and looked down at him.  His lips swollen and red from my lipstick and his hair a mess from my hands.  I combed my fingers through it as I tried to catch my breath as he ran his hands up my legs and traced my back side with his fingers.  He stayed there looking up at me and then began to pepper my stomach with kisses and before I could get my head tilted all the way back in pleasure his hands were tugging at my button and zipper on my jeans.  He wasn’t stopping and I wasn’t going to ask him to.  His face buried in my skin as he looked up at me with his russet cocoa eyes peering at me as if to ask if it was ok.  I touched his hands with mine and with that he knew it was a go.

Soon enough it was a mere memory of two bodies left debilitated by pleasure.  Emptied and expended by ecstasy.  Left to lie in waste in the chalk outlines of rapture on my bed with pillows under our heads and the sheets barely able to cover our devoured and depleted figures.  Our demented lecherous hunger was fed on by one another.  A carnal feast of the flesh.  Animalism satisfied by pure wantonness and desire.  An instant infatuation of sinful indulgence and a manic need to satisfy and exhilarate each other with pleasure.  And as I lay there fully quenched I have to say it was abso-fucking-lutely smashing to have finally met Stella’s lovely model son from England.

God Save The Queen!

When you’ve become a slave to your thoughts, you learn to submit to them.  When the only beautiful distractions you have are your day dreams, you begin to allow them to master you.  They come about slowly, so soft and gentle at first.  They may begin rather child like almost reminiscent of spring days laying on the land gazing to the sky as the clouds roll over the blue world above and those childish thoughts so sugar sweet then turn adolescent and tingly like hard candy melting at your feet.  You can feel the warmth of the thought as it enters your mind.  Your skin awakens with an imaginary touch and your eyes close with tantric dominant movement.  Your body is aware of your fabrication and it’s ready to play.

Your secret is safe with you so why not let it creep in and take you over.  Let if fill you up.  Let it occupy you for as long as it wants. Become completely saturated in your delicious day dream with out worry or care because it’s all in your head. Let it gorge itself on you. Let it devour you whole.  Let it swell inside you, choke you even.  Enjoy the breathlessness as the gluttonous ample load of your imagination stretches you like elastic.  You have the capacity.  You won’t snap.

Let your day dream be the governor of yourself.  You’ve been in control long enough.  It’s time to relinquish that control in your unreality and allow fantasy to become your principal.  But do heed his warnings, follow his rules, or you will be punished….unless that’s what you want. It is in fact your own enterprise so feel free to commission the punishment with pleasure and see how much your thoughts can handle.  There is only one way to find out.  Tempt your superintendent specter and see what happens.  Push the limits of your incubus until you’ve reached the height of your utopia.  There is no need to stop when you don’t have to.  It’s your own tantalizing trap and you are the bait. A seductive servant to your muse and your muse is your master and today you kneeled before it in the cloak and dagger of your mind.  Unseen and undercover in the strange shrouded underground world of your mind.  Hidden erotic undisclosed details lay heavy on your skin and your body is explicit in it’s mystical privacy yet ready to be revealed in confidence.  And when it’s time to return to reality, you will bet left with the marks of a time you will remember in your depths and use to recharge and resurrect your desired backdoor apparitions. It’s just another classified operation of your opulence that bowed down to the gravity of your own provocative fascination and your master is pleased.

 

 

 

“Of or arousing gratification of the senses and physical, especially sexual pleasure”

That’s the definition of sensual but I feel it’s so much more than just that.  It’s sexual in nature of course but it’s driven by your own senses and the magic that they can produce.  And it can happen anywhere.  Awake or asleep and I find both day dreams and night dreams to be equally stimulating.  Take those dreams you have.  You know the ones.  The ones that wake you breathless and smiling.  The ones that stay with you for hours after you wake up and keep your mind occupied with reminders of his hand there and your body under his.  There’s no harm in it either because it was just a dream.  Whether the man or woman is attainable or not, that isn’t the focus it’s how it made you feel that drives your imagination to keep going.  Those morning hazes where you swear with all of your might when you rolled over and looked at the clock it was only minutes and it had been another hour and during that hour you had a marathon fantasy that took you on a journey of the mind that should be award winning and written immediately and sold to the highest erotic bidder because DAMN, just DAMN!  Your tingling and giddy from just a dream!  But to you it was so realistic because it was so ultra sensual because ALL five senses were awake when you were asleep.  Let’s split them up shall we……..

Sight:  Just the sight of him is makes you hold onto your self.  You don’t want to loose control but clearly, you’re not in control at all, he is.  It takes mere moments of the looks back and fourth to make you realize that it’s going down.  Oh it sure is and now that it’s started, there’s no stopping it and you don’t want to stop it, not at all.  His eyes all over you, from the top of you to the bottom and you like how he looks at you.  It makes you feel him visually.  You know what he wants and you know just how to give it to him.  There’s no need for the teenage vibes to keep you from remembering your experienced now and you can let him see you.  You can dance for him in a crowded room like the spot light was lit just for you by those baby blues gazing at you with a want behind them that is aimed right for you.  Zeroed in on target with his sight, let the music move you and let him see you.  Soon enough he will be touching you and that’s all the ammunition you need as you close your eyes and tilt your head back, slide your hands up to your hair and let your hips sway to the beat.  Allow him to see you and then look back at him showing yourself off to him.  The eye contact is palpable and you both feel it.

Sound: The music is climbing up you like a fog that’s rising form a sullen lake as the sun warms the cool waters of your soul.  You hear every lyric and it’s almost as if the song was chosen just for you, for this moment, for him to see you move.  You use it to your advantage and let it take you over.  The rhythm of the drums keeping the beat sound like the beating of your heart as it races with excitement and enticement.  You open your eyes and he’s standing in front of you and his hands are reaching for you.  He takes you by the waist and pulls you towards him, your arms reach around him and your bodies touch.  The fire between you too is lit immediately by the first look to the ignition of the first touch.  He pulls back and leans down towards your ear and you hear “come with me” and there’s a smile in that sound and a subtle wisp of his lip along your ear and you take his hand and follow him wherever he will lead you.  The music dwindles and it quiets around you but inside your heart beats like the drums of that song barely audible now as you enter a darkened room and you hear the door shut and the only sounds now are the sounds of your lips against his and the grunts, groans, moans and whimpers as you begin the torturous pleasure crusade of discovery through human contact filled with desire and need.  The necessary release so craved and coveted that it’s deemed sinful but so delicious.

Taste: It is the tongue tangled routine of kissing that leads you along the fantastic routine of slow, to fast to the undeniable lust of just your lips on his.  You take inventory of him this way.  You know he’s been drinking just by tasting him.  The smooth in and out of his tongue provides you with a palate explosion of his evening thus far.  Tasting of mint and red wine.  Cherry preserves and peppermint mixed with the simple taste of flesh as you run your tongue along his neck smiling as the saltiness settles on your taste buds and you swallow him down.  Your hands drifting all over him and his all over you as you try to stand it as long as you can but you know you both will lose against the sheer carnal power that is raging between you just from a mere look, to the rhythm of the music being heard and now to tasting one another.  His hands come up to your face and you decide then it’s going further as he runs his thumb along your lower lip and in the darkness of this lonely room filled with passion you lick his thumb and take it in slightly sucking and taste him against your tongue which brings him in as close as he can get to you, close enough you can smell that lingering cologne and body wash he used tonight in the shower.

Smell: Oh the scent of him.  The magnitude of the scent.  It can cover you like a mystical cape draped over you like a shroud of some witchery coven that has taken you in against your will but your curiosity lead you to it so you might as well give in.  The scent against his neck makes you take a deep breath.  You breathe him in just as you breathe to live at that moment.  It absolutely turns you on.  Like a switch.  It’s a force of nature at this point and you have no choice but to let it take you, let him take you.  You want it.  You want him and you want his scent all over you.  You want to leave his presence with a reminder of him and that is his scent.  It’s on your skin from his skin and that penetrates your mind like no other.  It’s left on your clothes too and as soon as you realize it you refuse to ever wash it as you want the memory of his body so close to yours that it left a scented impression onto the fabric.  And during this time of your pleasure parade you also realize the scent of the room has changed.  It’s become charged with mortal fever from the starved bodily feast that has been taking place in said room.  It went from a cool darkened room to an incinerator with two breathless, ravenous humans contained in a manic swelter of sensualism through physical contact.

Touch: The act of feeling through your body.  And touch you did.  Over and allover leaving nothing alone.  Focusing and honing in on certain areas that require special attention and not just with your hands your mouth was handy too.  After all, taste is a synonym of touch.  From the first embrace clothed and questioning to the last nearly naked and savagely resting against one another while the percussions of your actions lay heavy in the dark and still smolder on your skin.  As soon as his hand touched yours to lead you away from the people to be alone, you felt the tactility of the situation and your body began to rise in awareness.  The senses are all awoken as soon as it began and touch is the most powerful of them all.  It holds with it the mastery and technique of arousal.  The artistry of suggestion is no longer necessary when the hands are in play and the lips have been stimulated.  That first kiss is essential in the recovery of the body.  It becomes a collision of caresses from the hands and the lips.  Rubbing and petting and scratching and grabbing and licking and nibbling and biting as the physical field day assault takes place ending in sheer exhilarated satisfaction.  There is nothing more comparable to being fully famished by ones touch and you became greedy for it.  Devouring one another with your kisses and becoming so impatient that even articles of clothing become casualties as the buttons flew from his shirt as you ripped it open to get at his skin.  That one on one contact that can only feed that primal and insatiable need through touch. The gluttonous grasping for one another that leads you to voracious fervent passion that becomes explosive.  And explode you do, both of you, and rain down upon one another to rest in a peaceful, predatory, devotion brought together by the gravity of your senses.

All five of them awoken, while sleeping in your bed tucked under the covers.  You come to form your delirium as the sunshine of the day pours into your room through your blinds and you refresh yourself with a stretch and realize your smiling and sweating and your mouth is dry and the dream comes back to you like a movie you just watched but also that you stared in.  You are the leading actress of your illusion and the leading man a mere specter of your incubus and now the vision of your day dreams.  Fuel for your fantasies and the desire of your distraction all in the comfort of your own mind ready for your flight of fancy whenever you get thirsty and need a sip of something sensual!

 

 

It had been a few days with many texts and emails and confirmations that other night did happen.  After the hailstorm make out session that left me aching and throbbing and sore he retrieved my phone out of my back pocket and put all his contact information in it and said he expected to hear from me as soon as possible.  So once we got in the car to head home I text him and he said “good girl” and that was it until morning.  My mind was racing, my lips raw from his.  My skin smelled of his scent.  His manly scent was all over me and I breathed it in just as I breathed to live. I didn’t want to wash him off.  I wanted to bathe in him.  I wanted to be drenched in him.  I just wanted him.  All things him.  Everything him.  He was so powerful.  His gentle aggression with me was so seductive and composed.  I needed more.  I wanted more.  His hands so tight on me as he was shoving himself against me with that wall holding us up.  The sounds he was making echo in my thoughts like wolves growling over their prey.   Just the memory of his look made me weak and hungry.  Him biting my lower lip and grasping my hands together behind me made my stomach fall and my heart flutter.  I could barely contain myself just from the one intense memory I had of him.  How could I possibly handle more?

He invited me to lunch with him.  He text me an address for lunch with instructions of a time and told me to wear something sexy.  I thought it was cute.  Our conversations the last two days had been all things ranging from cute to dirty to why didn’t he just come over and give it to me?  I was excited to see him again.  I couldn’t keep the giddiness inside when I stepped into the restaurant.  And there he sat.  Dressed rather casual in a dark suit jacket with a very pressed white shirt, no tie and no glasses.  He watched me walk towards him.  That look.  It was like there was a wire connected from him to me and I could feel his energy shooting through it.  I was absorbed by him just by his look.  He leaned forward onto the table and his eyes washed over me from top to bottom.  I could feel the heat rising inside of me as I tried not to lose my balance while I walked to him.  I had taken his direction and wore a dress.  A green one with long sleeves, not overly form fitting but it showed off all my best assets.  My heels matched and my jewelry complimented the look.  My hair was done well with one side tucked behind my left ear and my diamond studs were on display.  Not much more to do than to slide that perfect shade of red across my supple lips and blow the mirror a kiss and mist on my favorite scent and hope it all appeals to his senses.  And there I was at his table.  He had a smile on his face.  His index finger gently settled on his mouth as he had been admiring me coming towards him.  He stood when I got to him and pulled out my chair for me to sit and graced my shoulder with a touch of his hand and just that slightness set my body on fire.  His thumb touched my bare skin as he traced my back with his hand and I had to close my eyes and grab the table and try not to lean back towards him.  He knows exactly what he’s doing to me.  And I like that he does.

How in the almighty fuck was I going to be able to eat anything?  He was pure sex sitting across from me and I didn’t want to eat, I wanted him.  But I managed to shove down a salad and some water while he ate a full course meal and then he demanded we have dessert.  So I agreed to some fancy chocolate something and it came decorated on a plate with two forks.  He smirked as he took the fork, cut into it and looked at me and asked if I wanted a bite.  There it was.  That look of want with that smile.  I leaned forward and opened my mouth slightly so he knew I wanted it and he put the fork up to me and I leaned further to take the bite.  My mouth covered the chocolate and pulled back to pull the bit off of the fork.  It was delicious.  Our eyes never left one another’s.  He took the fork and licked the back of it and when he did that I know my thighs tightened and I blinked hard and swallowed the chocolate and took a deep breath.  No more words were needed.  He paid, took my hand and asked if I would like to see his office.  I agreed and soon we were outside stepping into a black SUV and on our way.  It was like a movie.  I questioned nothing and just followed his lead.  I was seated next to him when I looked over and he was already looking at me.  I smiled coy like and looked down and back up and as soon as I did that he lunged.  His hands in my hair crossing over my cheeks as his lips slammed into mine.

The frenzy.  The fire.  The ignition.

The demand from him was so strong that I my head actually began to hurt against the car window.  The pressure of his body was overwhelming but felt so good.  Soon enough his hands were underneath my dress feeling my thighs.  His fingers sliding up and down as he moved over me.  Too much.  This was too much but it was necessary. I rocked my hips upwards to meet him and we moved in unison.  The kissing was relentless as was he with my body.  Quickly do to the distraction of one another the driver said we were at our location.  He hissed as he moved off of me and adjusted his clothes and himself.  I pulled the fabric of my dress down and ran my fingers through my hair and wiped my mouth with my hand.  I felt like a busted teenager getting out of the car as he came around to my side and opened the door and took my hand.  Were we really going to his office now?  After that?

We did.  We ended up at his building.  He owned it and took me in with him. We quickly said our hellos to a few woman in the front and a beautiful man in another office and ended up at a set of doors and with in seconds we were in there shutting out the world.

He walked around to his desk and leaned on the edge as he took off his jacket.  I stood bewildered and taking inventory of the items on the shelves and pictures and paintings lining the walls.  Looks like he had traveled a lot and had a collection of books that would make someone like me jealous.  I walked over to them and tilted my head sideways to see their titles.  Then I hear him walking up behind me.  His hands sliding around my waist turning me towards him.  He kisses me.  Long and deep.  Then he steps back and tells me to take my dress off.  I look at him with perplexed with that order.  He repeats himself but his voice is slower and deeper and his eyes have grown darker.  My breathing has become rapid and my skin is tingling with heat and need.  I do what he says.  I took off my dress.  It drops to the floor and he smiles in approval.  He tells me to take off my shoes and I do.  He walks around me a couple of times.  Looking at me.  Admiring me.  Telling me how beautiful I am.  How sensual my body is.  How sexy I am.  How sex oozes from me and that’s what lured him to me in the club.  I try not to laugh at his words instead I look at him searching him for something imperfect.  I can’t find anything.  He stands directly in front of me and unbuttons his shirt a few buttons and then walks to a shelf and clicks on some music.  He turns back and asks “will you dance for me?”  I giggle and say “here in your office?”  He doesn’t smile but replies “I like the way you move” and with his eyes looking me up and down and his body paying full attention to me, I begin to sway.  My hips find the rhythm and my hands run over my body.  He comes closer to me and I turn my back to him pressing against him and he closes in around me.  His breath on my skin.  His arms tight and his body firm.  I put my arms up behind me reaching for his neck and then my fingers move into his hair.  My back arched and his mouth dives for my neck while his hands run down the front of my almost naked body. I moan in appreciation of him touching me.  Then he whips me around and picks me up and places me on his desk.  He steadies himself between my legs and pulls my closer to him.  His hands full of my lace covered ass.  His eyes dancing from my eyes, to my lips and to my chest breathing hard.  He kisses me.  My fingers going for the rest of the buttons on his shirt and soon enough his shirt is off laying next to my dress on the floor.  His pants are next as I undo them and unzip them and I help them fall to the floor.  He stops. Time stops.  We stop.  He looks at me.  I look at him.  Here is a man so significantly sexy.  So absolutely gorgeous that women would bow at his feet and he chose me.  I would be one of those women gladly retiring myself to him.  Surrendering all that I am just to please him.  Whatever he would ask of me, I would do.  Whatever he needed from me, I would give to him.  And as he gently pushed me down so that I was laying on his desk, my arms stretched out above my head giving him a full view of my body, he smiled and dipped his head down to pepper my stomach and thighs with kisses and my head went back with my eyes closing and I was aware of nothing but him.  I could feel only the warmth of his lips and tongue on my skin.  I will love waking tomorrow to the tiny bite marks and bruises left from him as a reminder of our passion.  I was wanted.  He was taking and I was giving.  His hands and body moved with precision and power.  I was his.  All his.  I let go and resigned myself to him.  Full submission on our lunch hour.  God only knows what could happen at dinner!

 

 

The bass was loud, rattling my chest as I walked into this so called hip new club.  I hadn’t been out in ages it seemed like and the girls talked me into it tonight.  I was shaking my head and rolling my eyes as we weeded through the crowd towards the bar as they wanted a drink.  I wasn’t in the mood quite yet but I would get there.  I was dressed for it at least.  I don’t get all done up in much more than full make up and a pair of jeans and a t-shirt but at least tonight I was rocking some decent cleavage and slid on my sexiest tight jeans showing some ample ass and I suppose I could shake it if they played something decent.

The girls were ready after a few cocktails and I was dragged out on the dance floor and even with protest, I started to feel the groove.  It just wasn’t my scene but once I was out there and the lights were flashing to the beat and the girls were laughing and smiling it felt good.  I hadn’t felt good in awhile.  I needed this.  I needed the music to take me away.  I need to feel something.  Anything other than the same ol same ol that I had gotten so used to and the distinct sting of an unwanted reality doesn’t last as long when the music and people drown it out.  The dark corners of the club looked inviting to hide in but the girls were not going to let that happen tonight I could tell.  We kept dancing and moving and spinning and grabbing hands and laughing.  I was having fun.  The song changed and the next came on.  A little bit more sexy and our moves changed.  Hips swaying and looks exchanged and giggles about that one time we danced to this song before.  I was just letting go.  It was needed.  I smiled and laughed and was running my hands through my hair and as I turned and tipped my head back and looked over towards the stairs that lead up to a seating area I saw him.  Our eyes locked immediately.  It was dark and he was just far enough away that I couldn’t make out the color of his eyes but I could feel them on me from behind his glasses.  I was trying look away but I couldn’t.  He looked comfortable sitting there with his leg up over his knee.  He was leaning forward with out an expression on his face but when the light would hit it from the flashes matching the beat I could see him.  His lips shining as maybe he had just licked them and his face unshaven but beautiful.  His features were prominent and distinct.  His jaw looked eatable and I bet his neck smelled of cologne and fresh air.  His single pocket t-shirt fit perfect against his strong frame.  His arms tight underneath and his hands resting on his knee looked like they could hold on to anything very well.  He had boots on and seemed to be almost militant with his stature and his gaze at me.  He never looked away even when I did.  I felt like I was dancing for him. I tried to put on a bit of a show and I think he liked it.  I was drawn to him.  I felt him pulling me towards him like I was under some movie made vampire spell or something.  It was so foreign to me.  He felt very powerful even at a distance.  Very dominant and executive in the way he looked at me.  I told my girlfriends that I had to use the restroom and I left the circle and walked that way.  He watched me and I watched him looking.  I made sure he saw me.

I snuck into the restroom and checked myself in the mirror.  All looked ok and I went back out and there he was.  Right. There.  Standing with one foot against the wall leaning back a bit.  I swallowed hard and tried to catch my breath because he was stunning. I mean jaw dropping mouth open gaping good looking.  If he never graced a runway he should.

His eyes were ice blue and cut right through his dark framed glasses and slammed into me with purpose and direction.  He smiled and said hello.  His lips curled in a chesire grin with deviant meaning and I liked it.  I smiled back and said Hi.  He pushed off the wall with his foot and was closer to me now.  I was backing up against the wall looking for some kind of support to hold me up because I was not going to be able to stand much longer without it.  He was absolutely the most sexual thing I had ever seen.  His hair was styled perfectly and his body was like it was hand made by 1,000 women with only one thing in mind and that was to please.  He stepped forward again and I couldn’t believe how close he was to me.  He did smell good too.  Clean and fresh and expensive.  A mix of pure man and money drizzled with desire.  He looked me up and down and tilted his head down and towards me as I was backed up against the wall his left arm up with his hand planted on the wall next to me with his watch so close to my ear I thought I could hear it ticking even with the music blaring behind us.  He smiled again with a calmness that made me feel ok and confident so I tipped my head up towards him giving him the go ahead and he kissed me.

My lips against his felt like I was kissing the sun.  The heat was immeasurable.  His body moved closer to mine and with that I gave him entry for his tongue to touch mine.  Softly he did and our kisses grew deeper and harder.  Right there in the corridor of that club.  A night I wasn’t sure I even wanted to participate in just became red hot.  I couldn’t feel anything but him against me.  All of him.  I was feverishly charged.  I couldn’t believe this was happening.  My hands holding onto him over that fitted shirt.  The cotton soft and worn against his skin.  Oh, I wanted to touch him, feel him, his skin against my own skin.  I pulled back and tried to catch my breath searching his eyes for some kind of acceptance about this crazy impromptu make out frenzy with a total stranger.  My mind was racing and telling me I was nuts and I should leave and find my friends but then he placed his hand on my cheek turning my eyes upwards to his and there was the grin again and that alien feeling left me taken over by sheer lust and want and I grabbed his head and pulled him to me leading him backwards down the hall finding solace in the dark and a in corner behind a wall leading to and unopened and unused kitchen we continued.  Signs saying no loitering and the music quieted as we furthered from the main area.  The kissing began again and it was harder this time.  Heavier almost.  I was pulling and grabbing and tugging at him.  And he was pressing and pushing and needing at me.  We were on fire.  I know people walked by and could probably hear the moans and groans and the oh’s and whimpers coming from around that corner but I don’t think either of us cared.  My skin was rough from his stubble and my hands were moving ferociously over him.  His hands had soon found that ample ass of mine and found their way up my back to my hair tugging it and pulling my head back to give him access to my neck.  He worked my neck.  Licks and kisses and bites and words that I couldn’t make out as he neared my ear with his mouth.  The pressure of our bodies against one another could have knocked through the wall but we stayed stable.  Time was irrelevant and I was lost.  Gone into the abyss of passion and need.  Craving release and demanding it from him.  The attraction was instant, the lust was insatiable.  I don’t think I have ever been so turned on….ever.    All he did was look at me.  All he did was see me.  All he did was follow me with his eyes and I was done.  I was his.  All his.  Right there, right then.  No stopping just movement.  A  forward motion of furried ecstasy.  Wrath like hunger between two people unknown to one another until this moment.  An appetite for eroticism and sensualism brought to reality by just one look.   His look towards me.  One of dominance and salaciousness.  It made me weak and wanton.  I let it happen and happen it did.  It was exciting.  The carnality of it all.  With this man, this unknown person found in solitude yet surrounded by lights, music and people.    How long could this go on for?  How do I stop myself?  I don’t know but for now, I will just keep going feeling him feeling me.  Allowing it.  Allowing him to be with me.  All of me. His libido and my thirst matched and quenched in the darkness and forever remembered.

 

The sun was finally shining and the breezes were beginning to feel warm with spring and the people were happy.  Finally, some Vitamin D after such a cold winter.  I was craving the warmth too.  I needed it.  My mind was in over drive and I had been so over worked and beyond stressed with outside issues that I needed a break.  I had just moved too and I needed some new and fresh pieces to add to my hand me downs and clearance acquired home goods.  So a trip to the trendy furniture area in the city was just what this girl needed.  I got a couple of addresses from a good friend of mine who was in the design business and I decided to walk those several blocks taking in the sights and soaking in all the sun I could before the spring rains came.

As I walked I was treated to kids walking with their parents hand in hand and it made me smile remembering me at that age.  Playing in the back yard with my bother and being so happy to be outside barefoot.  I hardly ever wear shoes and when I do it’s worn out converse in a variety of colors.  I wouldn’t care if the concrete was cold still from the thaws of winter, I wanted my feet uncovered!  No more socks and shoes or boots with puffy coats and hats and gloves!  I smiled at the memories.  There’s something calming about the city when it warms up.  People seem to be in less of a hurry to get out of the cold and the air is less turbulent and time slows down a bit.  It’s nice to appreciate the sights when  you aren’t blinded by snow pelting your eyes and dealing with frozen fingers and wind burnt cheeks.  Again, I smiled.

I made it to my destination and held out the post it with the name and address on it and looked up at the sign.  It was a small shop with what looked like hand made pipe lights in the windows and reclaimed wood shelves and leather chairs.  It was set up like a tiny living room.  It looked inviting.

I walked in and heard a ding as I stepped in through opened the door.  There were a few other people walking around and they all looked my way as they heard the ding.  A woman was behind a counter and she smiled and came my way asking if I needed any help.  I said no, just looking and kept on.  I was interested in the piece that was featured in the window so I was spying around of that one.  The furniture was like art.  I was afraid to look at the price tags.  The store was narrow and long and I walked back towards the back.  I could hear some people laughing and carrying on in the back and I looked that way.  I almost tripped over an end table as I did because there sat a man that shook my entire being.  He was sitting on a block of wood barefoot in a button up shirt and jeans.  His hair blonde and luscious.  When his eyes met mine, he stopped smiling and stared at me with intent in those diamond blue eyes.  The heat from the sun caught in my cheeks as I blushed and tried to look away.  I kept walking around and looked up again and he was still looking at me while the conversation went on around him.  He followed me with his eyes.  That look of intention grew from his face to his body as he adjusted himself on that block of wood.  He licked his lips and looked down and then up again.  I was entranced with him and could not stop looking at him.  He finally got up and walked over towards me.  I wanted to hide but that was not an option.  I took a deep breath and the smell of the wood and stain filled my lungs.  I closed my eyes quickly and looked away down at one of the tables and fumbled with the tag.  He came close, stuck his hands in his pockets and looked directly at me “so, what are you looking for today, anything in particular?” he asked smiling.  I looked up and I swear the lights in the store brightened with his smile.  It was a full on all American smile with GQ model potential.  Hell, he could have graced the cover for fuck sake.  I responded politely with “Yes, I just moved and I need a few new pieces. I am an avid reader so I need some shelves and I really like the one in the window” We walked over to the window and as we did he complained about something hurting his foot and said “I guess that’s what I get for going barefoot in a wood shop”.  I closed my eyes with the memory I just had walking here still fresh in my mind of a barefoot little me and I smiled and he noticed.  “So it’s funny that I hurt my foot, gee thanks” he said.  “No, no, I was just thinking about how I was always barefoot as a kid and how it’s so nice out today that I would love to be barefoot too but not on the city sidewalks that disgusting.” I said looking out the window.  He agreed and we talked about the shelf and I immediately wanted it and he showed me some other pieces too that could work with it.  I didn’t even care how much they were at all.  My credit card was ready and so was I.  My God, I was like a teenager struck by hormonal lighting that hit me in all the right places.  I was almost embarrassed by how I was reacting to him.  Almost.  I was good until he said he would deliver them to me personally and asked for my address.  I about died.  And when I told him the numbers he seemed happy and boyish like he’d just scored a hot chic’s phone number.  So it wasn’t just me feeling it.  Ok.  Good.  But me, this army green button cladded cotton jacket wearing girl with city street wind blown hair and hopefully still perfectly applied red lipstick couldn’t bag a dude this hot. No way.  But damn it all, I was going to try.  He walked me towards the door and put a blue dot on the shelf marking it sold and the light and the shelf near the counter that I liked too.  He laughed and said I should take the chair too since I liked it so much. I looked at the leather and wood together that made up the chair.  I ran my hand along the soft worn leather on the arm of the chair up the back of it while he watched me and he placed both of his  hands on the back of the chair too.  His grip tightened as my hand got closer and his eyes grew darker as well.  I looked at him.  And he looked at me.  The air in that store got sucked right out and gravity seemed to escape the space from my body to his.  It was like a magnet pushing and pulling my weight back and forth.  My hand touched his hand.  My pinky finger grazed his thumb and as I did that I looked up at him and he was staring at me so hard I could feel it.  I was absolutely frozen in his gaze. Our hands touching and I didn’t move mine and he didn’t move his.  Suddenly I was brought back to reality as the door dinged when someone walked and I turned to look towards the door and then quickly back and he was still looking at me.  I blinked several times and said “I will take the chair too”.  He smiled and said “I’ll bring it with me and the other pieces”.  His voice changed.  It was lower now.  Deeper.  Quieter and directed only for me to hear and with more intent than his look. .  He held up the post it with my address and said he’d see me in a couple days and I said as coy and as flirtatious as I could with out looking like a complete fool “yes, yes you will” with the emphasis on the will and he smiled. That smile paired with those eyes  would temp Eve herself and I was ready for that fruit.

Delivery date was upon me and I was trying to busy myself cleaning up my new place and deciding where my new shelves will go and my lamp and that chair.  I had to have that electric chair. And it may actually be the death of me for all I know but what a way to go.  He had text me earlier with a time and it was nearly that time when I hear a knock at my door.  My stomach almost fell out of my body as my hands became sweaty and my mouth dried and I took two deep breaths and opened the door.  It wasn’t him.  What the hell?  Then I hear another voice, his voice, and he was coming down the hall with another shelf.  Our eyes met and I had to take a step back against the door frame.

He.  Was.  So.  Beautiful.

I smiled and felt the room grow smaller as he came into my apartment as he brushed up against me with his body as I didn’t move out of the way quick enough for him to make it through the doorway.  I pointed to them where I wanted the pieces and the other man plugged in the lamp and he sat the shelf near the window and then he said “we just need to grab the chair now and the other shelf” and he winked as he walked away.  I giggled and ducked my head as I bit my lip as he walked out.  I walked over to the lamp and touched it.  The same with the shelf.  He made these with his own hands.  That hand that I barely touched.  Those hands that I imagined all over me as I washed myself this morning in the shower.  I had no choice but to let my fantasy go this morning.  I was desperate.  He was back with the chair and the other shelf and he placed it near the rounded window area and he told the other guy thanks that he had it from here and he left as I thanked him and just like that we were alone.  Alone in my apartment.

I was terrified.  I had never been so effected by someone like this from a mere meeting.  He unzipped his sweatshirt jacket and I walked over near him.  He ran his fingers through his golden hair and tilted his head to one side and tucked those hands in his pockets again.  It was like a 7th grade dance.  Boys on one side girls on the other and who was going to make the first move?  He had just a white t-shirt on under the sweatshirt.  A fitted white t-shirt. I could see his body through it.  His muscles firm and tight under the fabric.  His chest moving with each breath just resting underneath the cotton.  His jeans hung off of his hips and his boots looked worn and dirty.  His belt tucked in the loops as I walked around him and sat down in my new chair.  I was just in black leggings and a grey V-neck shirt with my hair freshly washed and a bit out of place.  I had some music playing and that’s all I could hear besides my voice in my head screaming “KISS HIM”.  I swallowed hard and looked up at him standing while I sat.  My vantage point was stunning.  His body pressing against the denim.  I licked my lips.  I quite appreciated this point of view as my eyes danced over him while he pulled his arms out of the sweatshirt and tossed it on the empty shelf.  His arms pushing against the material of that white t-shirt.  I sat forward as to stand when his hand followed the bare skin of my arm up to the bare skin of my neck.  His hand resting on my cheek as my emerald eyes peered up at him while his thumb traced my bottom lip and he spoke breaking the strong silence “when you came into my store a week ago, I couldn’t stop staring at your mouth.  Your perfectly shaped lips.  I wanted to kiss you immediately” he said.  I closed my eyes and leaned into his hand and my lips softly kissed his thumb and when I did that his breath hitched and he hissed it back out as he pulled me up to him.  His eyes locked on mine and then down to my mouth.  His lips soon followed his look and then his tongue looking for entry into my mouth.  I let him in.  He kissed me.  He kissed me long and deep.  My hands grasping his back and running up into that gorgeous hair.  I lost myself in him.  I let him take control.  I let him take me over with his mouth.  His hands so strong and steady moving over me.  My body was electrified and I was coming apart molecule by molecule.  So intricately undone by his kiss.  Time lapsed and I wanted more. More of him.  More passion.  More depth and more feeling from him, in him and with him.  I needed him. I needed to feel him, all of him.

I turned him around and sat him down in that chair and sat facing him.  He smiled with delight and appreciation of my actions.  I wanted to feel his skin, his body.  I pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the floor running my hands along his chest and stomach.  His skin twitched from my touch and he took deep breaths and moved his hips up and I moved myself down to meet him.  My lips went from his lips to his cheek, to his neck where my name fell from his mouth so soft and deliberate.  My body reacted with a shutter. My arms wrapped around him with a newly acquired devotion and my gold painted nails ran down his back as he leaned me forward and slid kisses down my neck and chest.  I couldn’t contain my sounds or my movements.  I just let go and soon enough he was back at my mouth and picking me up.  My legs wrapping around him and his well worked hands holding my backside up and then down onto the floor we went.  Right there next to that chair, those shelves and that lamp he made.  On a rug I got from a corner store off of a pile of look alike Persian rugs with my head on a velvet pillow he grabbed off of my couch.  Right there he took my body over with his and I fell off that cliff with him splashing into the waters of desire diving deep, loosing our way with one another under water only to come up for air because we had to, only to go under again and again. He became the Neptune of my soul and my body that day and I the mystical mermaid that came into his store one warm day and sang a siren’s song that lured him in with out even knowing it and today right there on that rug I became his.

It had been awhile since we’d talked.  He’d been busy with work and other things that weighed heavy on his mind.  He pulled back from me.  I don’t know why other than he had to.  Maybe it was too much for him?  Maybe he didn’t want me?  I don’t know but I tried to guess as I would sit alone and think about it.

I left it open to him to contact me.  I never wanted to hide anything from him.  We didn’t need to keep anything secret from one another. Our lives moved on and things happen, it’s all part of life as unfortunate as it can be.

I got a message from him finally and I couldn’t get to him fast enough.  As soon as I read the words, my blood rushed to my bitten lip and I threw my shoes on and hurried out the door.  It had finally warmed up enough in the city that I didn’t need a coat or a jacket so I was outside hustling down the street to catch a cab to his place in my jeans and t-shirt.  I took about five minutes to brush my hair and teeth and swipe my makeup brush over my face again and slide some lip gloss on and sprayed my perfume as I ran through it and was grabbing my keys and purse and was out that door.  My pulse was vibrating my entire body as I opened the door to the cab and told the driver the address to his place.  I tried to take deep relaxing breaths but it was no use, I was frantic to get to him.  I had so many questions as to what happened, where he went and why but I knew once I saw him, I would go down in flames before I could get a question out.

I got to his building and rushed in.  The door man remembered me and smiled as I hit the elevator button over an over until the doors opened.  I hopped in and watched them shut as my reflection shown back at me.  There I was standing in my light green V-neck t-shirt with dark jeans on and my navy Converse with no socks.  I didn’t even care what I actually looked like because I just needed to see him.  I forced myself to see myself right then.  What was I doing?  I was absolutely hedonistic right now.  It was damn near ridiculous.  As the doors opened and I got out and turned to the left towards his apartment door, it opened.  He was standing there bare chested in just jeans with his bare feet padding towards me.  I looked him over.  He looked me over.  I could barely swallow what little saliva I had in my mouth but I tried as I licked my lips in preparation of the kiss that was coming.  The kiss that was needed.  The kiss that had been withheld from me for too long.  He looked so lost, so gone, so fragile and I went to him.  His arms bare against me as they slid over my body and his breath that he was holding exhaled into my hair as he held me to him.  I could feel his skin against mine as his chest touched mine and my hands grasped his back.  I looked up at him and he down at me and his eyes blinked slowly as if he’d been in pain and now he felt comfort.  I looked up at him with concern and finally, finally he kissed me.  His lips so soft at first so cautious until I slid my tongue between his lips and showed him it was ok.  He responded rapidly.  He pulled me into the apartment slamming the door and turning me towards the wall behind it.  Pushing me against it with his body.  His full body was against me.  I could not move and I didn’t want to.  I tried to get words out like “why?” and “where have you been?” but all I could manage were sounds.  Sounds of passion.  Sounds of greed and necessity.  I needed him.  He needed me and so it was.  No answers were needed right now just two physical beings needing to be together and needing to be pleasured.  That was it.  There would be time for that later.  Right now I needed to make him remember me.  I needed to please him and he needed to please me.

And like no time had passed or space had been between us that is exactly what we did.  As soon as I freed myself from his kisses, I threw my shirt off for him to see me.  His face didn’t change expression as he was diligent in his actions right now.  He was on task and that task was satisfaction and fulfillment by bodily gratification.  He needed to show me how much he’d missed me.  He needed to show me how much he needed me.  That was all that was happening right now.  His look from the doorway to right now as he was on his knees in front of me trailing kisses along my stomach while his hands undid my jeans went from delusions like I was a mirage to a charmed enraptured man with his lips pressing fire onto my skin.  I nodded at him like it was ok, like he was worthy as he looked up at me with eyes of worship as if he were offering himself up to me.  A sacrifice or reverence of the rapture that was and will be held on high right here in his entry way.  A glorification of passion and weakness for the pure desire we have for one another.  His beastly benediction after the carnal ritual is over will be played again in reverse but with me at his feet and I looking up at him with doting devotion.  My hands on his shoulders and then in his hair with my head tipped back against the wall.  I swear if that wall could have moved it would have with the pressure that was being shoved against it.  Instead it was like I melted into it, like I melted into him.  Soon enough he was on his feet again and I was in his arms being lead down the hall to his room.  We stopped at the foot of his unmade bed and I turned him and sat him down.  Time to hit reverse. My turn to marvel in him, to service and sanctify him with my body.  To bestow upon the bountiful ecstasy that has been stored up for him.  The intensity of my urge is mountainous and needs release as does his.  It was all apparent and ready, so ready.

Let the lechery begin.