The Knife

Steel is like ice, cold and unused. Bared in play, at the ready, it warms to the skin, as the flat is revealed and warmed by an expert.

She laid the blade on his shoulder with the air and practice of years of knowledge.

His pulse thumped in response to the knife. Inches from his neck, it bit with cold.

"Can you feel how sharp it is?" She pulled the blade backward so the steel dragged along his skin. "The nip of its frost."

His breath caught.

Lifting the blade, she put it back where it began.

He could feel the thick warmth reaching up for the knife. The thud as it surged, fighting its way up his blood stream.

A horn blared outside.

Startled him, and he jerked.

The blade shifted.

But his skin tried to reach for it, to lay itself open, the raw edge of razor sharp.

"Easy, pet." Her voice was thick like syrup.

The hammer of his heart didn't care, would not be still. The knife, cold and hard was warming, drawing the heat from his skin and he wanted it, that heat in him. His pulse sounded time with his need. Read on >>

On The Wall

it started with hand holding and shoulder nuzzling

as they wandered through the open air farmer’s marketplace

but when the devil in her wanted out

she leaned to him when he was looking at fresh wares

took his nipple in her teeth through his shirt

and bit and tugged and growled

it took a fisted tug of her hair to get her to release

and from then on all bets of propriety were off

they’d wait sometimes for politely eyeing passers-by

to nod and smile which they’d graciously return

then grab at one another’s asses and crotches

and blossoming nipples both - read on

The Fortress

I watched the sea of bodies detraining on the platforms and the crowds of men filled me with tenderness and something more muscular but still kind, a strength coming from the knowledge that so many of them need something they are not getting and I could give it to them, even if only for a few moments. Come to me, I think faintly sometimes, as I hold their faces in my gaze.
Women are like that too, of course—unsatisfied, desirous, sad—but I’m not nearly as experienced in relieving their burdens. I think most of us figure it out for ourselves sooner or later, no assistance required. But the men? As they age, men seem to split away from who they are while women wrap tighter and tighter, so in the end one is a fortress and the other is a fog.

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Afternoon Delight

My fingers dipping slowly inside my silk underwear I can feel my slickness coating my fingers as I push one inside my slit.

Mmmmm, I slide further down on my chair and spread my legs further apart. My jeans feel so restrictive but I don't think I can risk taking them off. Not where I'm sitting, anyone could see me in the window. Do I dare?

I giggle as I stand quickly and wriggle out of my tight jeans, letting them pool onto the floor as I sit back down and pull my jumper down further.

I lift one leg out of the jeans and spread my legs under the desk, still giggling as I think of what would happen if someone saw me.

Mmmm, much better, I sigh as I stroke myself through the softness of my silk knickers. I can feel the moisture soaking through and I know they are ruined but I don't really care.

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Cuddling

Dan had other ideas. His hand was making steady progress into my blanket cocoon.

I tried a teasing approach. "C'mon, let's just cuddle," I said, pushing his hand away.

He gave me that look. And pushed it right back.

"Sure, we'll cuddle," he said. "The tip of my dick will cuddle with the back of your throat."

That worked: As I laughed, I felt a twinge of interest grow inside me.

Not very many minutes later, his dick was cuddling with the back of my throat, and the interest had grown considerably. As I focused on relaxing, on sucking him in deeper and deeper, I slowly ground my cunt against his shin. I let my saliva flow freely, transforming my tongue into a penis slip-n-slide. He moaned, low, burying his hand in my hair. With one hand on his thigh, I used the other to worry the skin at the base of his cock, moving it up to meet my descending mouth. On every pass, I twisted my tongue over his swollen head. He bucked his hips up toward my face. I could tell he was aching, though nowhere near coming.

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Afternoon Surprise

She didn't care if he came or not. Just wanted to use him for her own pleasure.
That was just fine with him. He met her bouncing with hard, sharp thrusts of his own. Up and into her. Up and in. Up and in. Thirty seconds and both of them were breathing hard. A minute, and she threw her head back, crying out, her hips moving faster and faster. Her urgency spread itself to him; he knew he had only bare minutes to cum in her before she went off like fireworks. His hands went to her tits, groping them, tweaking the nipples savagely. She bucked against him excitedly, moaning, head rolling back and forth bonelessly as she fucked him.

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Uninvited

She stopped and sighed as two hands wrapped around her waist, his mouth trailing lines of hot fire across her neck. “I was going to surprise you,” she murmured as his hands travelled upwards to the swell of her breasts. Her back arched upwards into the gentle touch of his hands as they rubbed the nub of her nipple through the thin fabric of her t-shirt. She turned her head towards his and caught sight of their reflection in the long glass windows of the high rise apartment.

Her moan of pleasure died on her lips at the sight that met her eyes, it wasn’t Jonathon that stood behind her as she had initially thought but instead a hazy black shadow of a man pressed his form up against her back. She screamed and broke free of his grip spinning around to face him but he was nowhere to be seen.

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Moments of Clarity

I can’t help it, even simply sitting near my lover my mind wanders to things it would much rather be doing.


Flashes of: hands grabbing and grappling, mouths, hot, searching, tongues wrestling as clothes rapidly disappear.

I want so badly to dig my nails into your flesh, hear you gasp and moan into my mouth as they leave little red lines to blossom across your back.

I long to feel your hand tangle in my hair as you pull my head backwards, I mewl softly as my neck arches, exposed to you. I am vulnerable and aching as I lie in the embrace of your body. You know every part of me, I have given you everything I personally posses. Money can’t buy what I have given you freely in love. I need to feel your mouth on mine, hot, hungry, taking, dominant and possessive; I can taste power in our kiss.

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A Fantasy

In a dark, dim lit hotel room, I lay in bed dozing. I'm in a bra and panties and drifting in and out of sleep- the silken kiss of satin sheets cradles my frame. He sits by the window of our suite overlooking the city night, glass of wine in hand. The lights of The City dance before him, a wicked smile on his face. We await our guest.
In front of the bed is a small platform to which a pole has been affixed from ceiling to floor. There is a knock at the door, and in saunters a petite asian girl in a little schoolgirl outfit, the door slowly closing behind her. Her long black hair perfectly frames her gorgeous face and full, pouty lips. Her delicate, tight frame is accentuated by a delicious ass that coyly peeks from under her micro skirt. As she eases by the bed, her eyes meeting mine, she stops and slowly runs her fingers up my leg. Slowly she continues over my covered pussy to my breast, which she begins to slowly caress until the nipple swells to hardness. I can feel my pussy begin to moisten between my legs as she leans in to bite my swollen left nipple. Slowly she rubs my breasts while firmly nibbling on my nipple. My pussy is dripping. My pulse is racing. But what is the main course without the appetizer? I pull back her head and gesture towards the pole. She smiles. In a mischievous voice, I tell her to "Get on the damn pole and dance for me". She obliges, strolling to the pole, her sexy ass peeking from under that skirt. Slowly she seduces the pole with her dance, teasing me. Gently she peels her off her blouse, revealing firm perky breasts, then removes her skirt and is left in nothing but a thong and heels. I'm rubbing and playing with my pussy as I watch her work the pole. I slide a finger inside my hot pussy- my eyes never leaving her.

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Backseat

In the backseat, they make the kind of love that cleanses a palate. The sex isn’t great, but it’s full-bodied and raw and there is that foreign taste to it like showering in a stranger’s house. The car’s engine idles low but the air conditioning can’t work fast enough to cool the leather seats and the hot breath and everything becomes slick and sticky.

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Fire & Ice

Well lubri­cated with the bet­ter part of two bot­tles of ice cold cham­pagne and a tiny bit of rasp­berry fram­boise, I unbuckle my belt, slip my jeans over my hips and push them down until they fall in a pud­dle around my feet. I can already feel the chill through the glass door, but I’m drunk and horny and I don’t care. I pull my shirt over my head, throw my bra into the pile on the floor along with my panties. I’m naked, bare flesh prick­ling in the chill air. Deep breath, and I grab the bot­tle of wine, the glasses, push open the door and I’m rush­ing through the cold night air, shiv­er­ing as the light rain drops onto my nude body, try­ing to get the cover off the hot tub before my courage deserts me.

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Fingers

“Taste yourself,” he demands as he forces his sticky fingers back into my mouth. I don’t disobey, loving the full flavour of myself, hot and strangely wonderful. He grins down at me. “I love when you suck my fingers clean.”

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I Do As I'm Told

No words are spoken as you take my hand and pull me into the hotel room.

Left standing there watching you

You look at me with those dark eyes... seeming to study me

I just look at you... somehow knowing that you don't want me to say anything just now

You set some things down and sit down in the wing back leather chair that's there by the window

"Take your clothes off"

My body reacts immediately... my eyes opening wide... a shiver rushes through my body

Slowly I tremble to start unbuttoning my blouse as I look down and then look up at you

You... sat there... arms on the arms of the chair... one bent up resting on your chin... rubbing once in awhile... like an artist admires their art

I let my blouse drop to the ground and I bend to pick it up...

"Leave it there" you say

I just look at you... trembling... nervous... thrilled... excited...

I continue by undoing my jeans

Your eyes on me so intently

I get the zipper down...

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Give me one

His hand contracts, and his fingers slide further inside me. I struggle to remain upright, eventually grasping onto the bookcase frame nearby as the alternative is to allow my knees to buckle. I look at him, my eyes pleading for clemency, and his acquiescent nod acknowledges the reality of the situation, and permits my frame-graspage.

I lose control, and come, screaming my ecstasy, and gushing what feels like gallons of come down my leg and onto the rug. And collapse into his warm embrace.

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Kiss

His kiss made me tremble, as I thought it might. With the gentle but firm pressure of his lips on my mouth, I felt electricity run through me: my whole body felt like it was tingling. More specifically, though, was the throb between my legs that his kiss had elicited: it was as if my pussy had a pulse of its own; a surging blood supply; a separate beating heart. Kissing him made my entire body feel alive and I wanted to greedily devour his lips, his tongue, and his breath like each was oxygen energising me.

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Halloween Party

I pushed against him and felt the hard spot again where
his manhood signified how turned on he was. We started
making out, him pressing me against the wall, me
rubbing my crotch against him in a back and forth
motion. His tongue pressed inside my mouth, and I felt
his "fangs" with my tongue. He let go of my wrists and
started to feel my body, moving his hands over my
breasts, then down to my hips and waist, then behind me
to my ass. He grabbed each cheek and almost lifted me
up into him.

I let go of our kiss to give him a naughty look, and he
asked me if I wanted to go upstairs...

Why the hell not, I thought to myself, so I took his
hand as he led me around the spiral staircase up to the
bedrooms...

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Simple

My two men undressed, and I turned around leading their cocks toward my mouth. I took each cock in my mouth, sucking each one to hardness. While I sucked on Jay’s cock, Josh jackhammered my cunt with his fingers. When it was Josh’s turn, he grabbed my ponytails and jammed his cock deep in my throat hard and fast until I gagged. Josh is huge! He’s at least 10 inches long. His cock is thick and smooth, hair neatly shaved. I caught my breath and looked up at him with a big smile. He’s getting more comfortable with me, bolder, more aggressive. I like it.

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All night long

We fucked like that until he flipped me over, carnal, instinctive, pulling my legs up to his chest, filling me deep. It was hotel sex, loud and nasty, full of moans and name-screaming, sweaty, perfect. I came here, his dick stroking that place inside me I can never quite reach, watching his face contort in pleasure at his own closeness to orgasm.

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Musing

He gently parts my smooth lips to reveal the delicate pink skin within. I can feel my clit begin to pulsate and throb at the thought of his impending touch. He is taking his time. Tension builds as he gently kisses my inner thighs, occasionally biting softly which sends a shock of electricity through my body.

He moves down again paying delicate attention to my now aching pussy. Gently caressing the outer portions with his soft wet tongue. Gently teasing me with little flicks, careful to not yet touch the now wet inner lips and swollen clit. He wants to make me beg for it.

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Intimacy

I collapse back onto the bed, his hands are grazing all over my hot body, undressing me totally, my nipples perk up, I'm getting wet... he is not like my clients. He is a professional. Hmmm, I like it. Whatever he has in store for me, I am excited to find out.

He holds my naked body down on the bed, forces my wrists above my head. "Go ahead" I think, I like to be all exposed and powerless in the expert hands of such a man.
He binds my wrists with a soft rope to the two bedposts, not hard, but securely, no way I can get them free. I do not object - smile at him and arch my body in expectation.

He softly strokes my breasts and belly, then he looks at me seriously, a weird look, soft but viciously playful:

"I did not tell you my only condition."...

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