Showing posts with label Fiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fiction. Show all posts

Thursday, May 9, 2019

Lust Empire


Lust Empire

She was a delicate rose filled with the power of a goddess.  One breath and you were captured by her sweet smell of seduction.  He was hopelessly and willingly lost, hooked on her like a drug.  His days were never wasted when spent with this sexy secret he could never reveal.  Questions on morality fled the moment she locked those beautiful eyes on him laughing with spice.  Her sweet kisses made him a willing pawn, just as she had done so with many men before him, and certain to be, many men after. He is hers forever, completely.

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Monday, March 11, 2019

Wife and Harlot




Wife and Harlot


It was hard to tell where the silk of her dress ended and her soft skin began.  My eyes traveled her curves as if they were my fingers and she smiled knowing full well what I was doing.  I imagined her red lips pressed against mine before it actually happened.  I felt her tightness grinding into me before my zipper was ever down.  These moments here, in silence, where neither of us had taken a breath, these were the moments she lived for.  Her appetite was more than he could handle and that’s why I was here for her now.

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Thursday, October 12, 2017

The Chair (Intro)


The Chair

Tabitha had only been gone for maybe less than three minutes but when she walked back in the room she knew instantly everTabitha had only been gone for maybe less than three minutes but when she walked back in the room she knew instantly everything had changed.  The lights were dim and he was nowhere to be seen.  Portisehead’s Numb was droning away softly in the air and as she surveyed the room she noticed something out of place.  There was single chair in the middle of the walkway that led to her studio.  She cocked her head to one side and looked at it curiously with a smile.  I wonder what he has in mind now, she thought to herself.  One amazing thing about her relationship with him was there was never a dull moment.  He always kept he on her toes and a bit turned on.  She walked over to the chair.  She was so lost in the possibilities of what was going to happen next she never even heard him come up behind her.

Patiently (Intro)



Tabitha waited patiently with her knees pressed against the cold tile.  She had only been there for maybe ten minutes or less but she could feel that annoying soreness that creeps into your legs like if you were at a catholic church on Sunday.  The it really doesn’t hurt but yet it weighs on your mind pain that you get when the priest rambles on and on about the same thing you heard a thousand times before. The one where your mind begins to wander and you begin to do silly things like count the tiles on the ceiling moments. 


This what Tabitha was experiencing now.  Well almost like church, because as she knelt by her front door in just a purple nightgown and nothing else waiting for him, she knew she knew would never find herself in church that way, with what was about to happen.  Or would she?  Her mind began to wander yet again filled with devious thoughts about church and not so heavenly things.  She smiled to herself a bit distracted but everything became clear when she heard a familiar car honk out front.  In an instant, she moistened a bit knowing he was here.  She knew that sound and when he pulled up to her house all too well from the many times he arrived with flowers for her.  But today was different.  Today she was his kitten and she had one purpose.