Old Lovers

"You will find the love you're looking for in the right man someday, Olivia. But it's not with me."

"If not you, then who? How dare you tell me my heart doesn't know the love I've had for you all this time! It was you, you bastard! You who ripped my heart from my chest! You who took it with you time and again as you left me here, thoroughly fucked, to chase one ungrateful conquest after another! You who even now, denies it's very presence there in your own two hands!" Jabbing her finger towards his empty palms, she rolled her eyes at the dumb look on his face. "Not literally, you ass."

Charles stood there calmly as her emotions took a vast turn against him. She flailed around as she talked, had always been so animated when upset. It was a little hard holding back the grin coming on. The beginning of a smile faded at the next thought. He still had the chance to leave her standing there in the middle of the living room without hurting her anymore than he already had. Inside however, he felt like he was gulping for air, like a fish out of water whose only hope was to submerge back into the depths of its home. It's comfort, it's safety.

"Listen, Olivia. Even if..."

"Even if?" She gawked back at him. "Are you fucking kidding me right now?" Her temples were starting to hurt with the oncoming headache his fierce denial was causing. "I know you love me, too. Hell, the whole world practically knows it. Apparently everyone but you!"

"Yes, but..."

"Yes, but?! Oh, right. But not like that? But you're too afraid of change? Afraid this will ruin our friendship? Ruin all these amazing memories we have already built together over the past 15 years? Afraid that openly loving me is going to be this horrible fucking thing you can never come back from?"

"Don't be so dramatic."

"Oh my god. Yeah, so I'm angry and hurt, and yelling at you, but you're the one who is choosing to ignore the reason why. I'm laying it all on the line here Charles. Quit being so under dramatic about what we have." She waved her hand back and forth between them as she spoke. "Don't stand there for one more second and act like you're not aching to pull me into your arms, to kiss me like you've never kissed another woman. Like you don't feel that connection between us. Don't..."

"Oh! So now you get to tell me what I'm feeling? I don't fucking think so!" He closed the short distance between them hoping his height would intimidate her. When had it ever intimidated her? Even that was a lie he told himself because he knew how much she loved looking up at him. It was just as big of a turn on to look down into her eyes. And despite his failed attempt at towering over her, she was right. He wanted to do those things to her, craved them, and so much more. Moving closer had been a mistake, one that only illuminated the fire in her eyes. It was like that invisible line between them somehow shrunk, making his ability to make decisions all the more difficult. He heard her breath catch as she stood her ground, and for once, the voice in the back of his head said, 'do it.'

Did he realize how much power he exuded when he spoke, hell, when he pinned her with that look? It was one she'd caught him using when he thought she wasn't looking. Such torment, such anguish. Why, Charles? What are you so afraid of? I'd never hurt you. All I've ever wanted is to please you, to make you happy. Is that asking too much? Question after question choked her into silence. A mere whisper of the things she wanted to say she hoped he saw in her eyes.

"Charles..." She spoke his name so soft he wasn't even sure she'd said it at all. He couldn't take those pleading eyes anymore, and as she tried to look away to hide her sadness, he tilted her head back in his direction and held eye contact.

"You're a woman that should be feared Olivia, you offer too damn much. I don't know that I'm man enough to handle you, man enough to give you what you need." There was a long pause, and he could see defeat begin to sink into her features. "But damn you, I'll try."

She had no time to react, suddenly his mouth was on hers. Then the world shifted and she was on her back, pinned beneath him on the couch. They were a kissing, clawing, biting mess as their fingers ripped at the clothes on their backs. It was just like, but then again, not at all like the times before. Their bodies knew each other as old lovers do, but this time, it was so much more.

He ravaged her mouth, savoring the softness of her lips, the taste of her tongue as it danced with his. He smothered the sound of her moans with more kisses and when they were naked, flustered and drunk on their lust alone, he pulled back to gaze at her.

"What? What's wrong?" Brow creased, she reached up to brush her hair away from her eyes.

"Don't." He stopped her, pinning her hand above her head. "You're the most beautiful, passionate, loving woman I know and I don't know why you're wasting it all on me. But I do, I love you Olivia, and it scares the shit out of me."

"Don't be afraid, you've given me all of those things already.  All I want; all I've ever wanted, is to give them back to you in every possible way I can think of."

He took her free hand, pinning it with the other. "Okay. Then start right now." His eyes darkened, and the man; no, the master she'd succumbed to all those years ago came back with a vengeance. "Now be my good girl and scream nice and loud."

As he drove himself deep inside her, she cried out. "Yes, sir!"

No one had ever filled her so completely, so thoroughly, and every hard thrust of his hips hit that spot until she was a shaking, screaming, mess; thanking him over and over for letting her cum.

Releasing her hands, he curled his fingers around her neck choking her screams as he sped up his pace. Olivia's eyes watered, her face turned pink, then red. But that wasn't what turned him on the most. It was the complete trust, the look of satisfaction, and most of all peace he saw looking up at him. That's what got his dick hard. And just as her eyes began to roll back, his grip loosened. Even her gasping, choking on her own spit, turned him on. Her coughs made her pussy squeeze around his cock and it was almost enough to make him cum too, but he held back.

"You tell me when you're going to come again, understand." It wasn't a question, she couldn't answer as he choked her so she nodded as best she could. They'd worked it out long ago that she'd tap his arm if she was ready and that moment was quickly upon her. When he slowed down, driving deep, pulling almost all the way out, she nearly forgot to give the signal. But when she did, he pulled out, stood up and let her gasp for one more breath, denying her that satisfaction of release.

"Come here." Charles demanded, taking hold of her hair, pulling her roughly from the couch to march her into the bedroom. Shoving her against the bed, he kicked her feet apart and spanked her ass hard. "Stick that ass out. Where are the toys?"

"Dresser, top shelf." Her legs were already shaking, the denied orgasm had her feeling like a tightly wrung spring, so ready to explode.  Face and palms down against the mattress she couldn't bring herself to see what toys he was digging out.

"I think it's time to fulfill some of your fantasies, what do you think?"

The list was endless with possibilities and like a good girl she replied. "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."

He took out a few of his favorites, her anal plug and the 8" life like cock.

"Open your mouth and get this nice and slick for that tight little ass of yours."

As soon as she saw what it was, the excitement built. She sucked on the plug like it was his cock, and when he was satisfied with her, he began slowly working it in.

"Oh, fuck!" She cried out as the thickest part pushed past the rim. He let it rest there for a moment, spreading her cheeks wide before giving each side an equally hard smack.

"Good girl. Have you been using this one?" He rubbed the cock up and down between her thighs, and she shivered when she realized what was about to happen.

"Yes, sir."

"You like big cocks don't you?"

"Mmm hmm."

"Because you're a little whore aren't you? You want two big cocks inside you don't you?"

"Yes, please!" She begged. "Please fill your little whore with two cocks!"

He pulled her hair, arching her back and commanded her to open her mouth, to stick her tongue out. As he shoved it down her throat he said, "Take that dick like it's mine, little whore. I want to hear you gagging."

As Charles fucked her mouth deeper, she did begin to gag, eyes watering again, choking on the cock until she felt like she was about to throw up.

He read her body, knew when she needed to breath and when he pulled the cock from her mouth he was happy to see the trail of spit that hung from it. Spanking her for being so good, and telling her as much, he positioned the toy at her entrance and pushed.

It hurt, at first. She'd never been filled so completely before in her life. In all their play, it had never been this intense. Olivia cried out, ripping at the sheets as she tried to relax against the double penetration. But as he began working the cock in and out of her, she felt the heat deep in the pit of her stomach. Her cries of pleasure turned into scream, and her scream rolled right into an orgasm. Her body spasmed against the bed and he held the dildo in place until her orgasm subsided.

"Bad girl, you didn't tell me you were going to cum."

He spun her around and shoved her to her knees, toys still deep inside her.

"I'm sorry, sir."

He slapped her face, once on each side. Again that look of complete trust and bliss filled her eyes.

"You're damn right you are. Play with that toy. Fuck yourself hard."

With no more instruction, she did as she was told and in the same moment, he shoved his cock down her throat.

Fucking her face hard, he took her by the hair and shoved himself as deep as she would take him, as hard as she would allow.

"Look at me."

Her watery eyes met his, and he finally came undone.

"I love you, Olivia."

She came, and as she gagged, slobbered, and moaned around his dick, he came too. Thick ropes of cum spilled down her throat, so much that it overflowed, dripping from the corners of her mouth.

She took nearly all of it, sucking, swallowing every drop she could manage. When he pulled his spent cock from her mouth, she wiped at her lips to collect the rest, licking her fingers clean under his approving gaze.

Olivia didn't need to say it back, he knew. He'd always known. As he helped her back onto the bed, gently removing the toys, he smiled watching her twitch with the remnants of her orgasm.

"Good girl."

Her eyes drifted shut and she smiled. "Thank you, sir."

My Body is the Paper

My body is the paper,
Your fingers do the writing.
You command, "stay there."
Obediently, I quit writhing.

Poems, novels, simple sayings,
Scribbled upon my flushed skin,
Each stroke of the letters has me begging,
Written with pink ink and a grin.

Another cry, a fresh blank page,
Sir is a scribe like no other.
Script on my body will never age,
My flesh, his canvas, devoted lover.

Rope burns, hand prints, scratches, scars,
He knows what I need and I take it all.

Collar my Heart

A thread, a string, leather or rope,

Could bind my mind, body and soul.

I'm bound, gagged full of hope,

By words like, "do as you're told."

With switch, paddle, whip or chain,

Flogger, shackles, or simple games,

My sweet release is in the pain.

I am yours, Sirs little slave.

It's in your tone, look and command,

And all that you are made of,

How could I not understand,

It was all for me and out of love.

With collar you bound me from the start,

I wear it proudly around my heart.

Goddess Mine - W. I. Boucher

Venus beckons in lace bound fast

by chains of love wrapped tight
Her lush lips so tenderly pressed
to the earth's ancient grassy breast,

Goddess mine please hear my prayers
smile down on your slave of love
carry my spirit to that place you dwell
that altar between your silken thighs

her moans and sighs sweet music
calling me to her fervent worship
in that temple of secret delights
surrendering all I am to you freely

I sing for you an ancient primal hymn
soft muffled songs roll from my lips
shake the earth and rock your hips
take my offerings, mark me as yours

Press my face to that cup of sacred wine
and drink deep that sweet water of life
far beyond the realm of mortal desire
love's alchemy, carnal made the sublime

Punishment

                “What have you done?” My voice was calm, collected, but the dark undertones and slow drawl told her she was in deep shit. But that wasn’t going to stop her from being defiant and defensive until the end. It was her nature, in her blood, and in the pit of my stomach I knew that’s what drew me to her to begin with.

                “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

                I slammed both fists against the table, the silverware jumped from the plates and crashed down on the china. Startled, she looked like a fawn when she met my gaze. “Don’t lie to me woman. What. Have. You. Done?” She bit her lip tried not to wiggle too much in her seat under the weight of my gaze. “Tatiana, gods be damned, if you don’t answer me I’m going to rip your clothes off and see for myself.”

                “I told you I would do it!” she yelled, but that was all she could manage. The chair scraped against the floor, tipped back as I made my way to her and I saw her try to shrink against her own. It was too late. My arm swung across the table, swiping everything onto the floor. I didn’t care about the food or the wine, or the mess she’d complain about later.

                “You’re going to get punished for this.” I said as I threw her on her back.

                “Aiden, please!” Her words fell on deaf ears, I was already too far gone. I tore her blouse open, ripped her bra down and examined her breast. They were flawless, perfect 36c’s. I couldn’t contain my lion much longer. So if she didn't pierce her nipples...
                “Tia…” My voice grew deeper; I could feel myself starting to shift already. The gypsy below me was trembling and by the smell of her, she was more scared than turned on. She should be. I may have been tatted up with piercings, but she wasn’t. I had always been against her marring her perfect skin and she knew it.

                “My lion, you don’t understand… I wanted to. I just had to.” She reached up to cup my cheek and I felt the first pain of the shift. Half man, half beast. Everything about me changed in a matter of seconds. I towered over her, white fur, claws, and ice blue eyes. I was a rare breed of the white lion bloodline and my mate had defied me in a big way. I pinned her wrists down with one hand and used my claws in one expert swipe to shred her skin tight jeans and underwear into unrecognizable pieces.

                “You little vixen.” I breathed as I stared at the silver ring that now pierced her clit.  It was still a little swollen, probably tender to the touch, and now that I saw it, all I wanted to do was flick my tongue against it. “You disobeyed me…” my words weren't as sharp as the were a moment before. Fuck me, I was in awe of how sexy this one piece of jewelry was on her.

                “Yes.” She whispered, and I could hear her heartbeat pounding like a drum. I could smell the sweetness between her legs, and as I blew a cool breath of air against the metal, she moaned and writhed, her hips lifting on their own accord towards my face.

                “Does it hurt?”

                “No, I’ve been close to climax all day. It rubs just right when I walk… I never imagined it would feel so good.”

                “Liar.” I said as I dipped down to taste her pussy. Her back arched and Tia cried out the moment my mouth locked around her clit. My tongue flicked against the cool metal back and forth until I felt her trying to pull away.

                “Too much! Oh, fuck Aiden! Too much!”

                My cock throbbed against the zipper of my own jeans and I growled against her pussy as I shook my head. She screamed from the pleasure and I watched her gasp for air as she tried to wiggle out of my hold.

                “Isn’t this what you wanted? My defiant little gypsy… Why else would you pierce your pretty little pussy?” I let go of her hands and took hold of her hips so she couldn’t move, couldn’t pull away from what I was about to do.

                “I, I, don’t…” She was at a loss for words as I bit down around the ring and sucked hard. Her slender fingers pulled at my hair, forcing my face harder against her and I growled again. Even when I was angry, she could tame my animal. I liked to pretend it was her magic, but I knew better.

                My tongue delved into her pussy, and I tongue fucked her until she was close to cumming. When Tia’s body began to shake, I stopped.

                “No…” she whined, and I cut her off by making her taste herself on my lips. I pressed my erection against her as we kissed, and she began to grind herself against me. Her nails dug into my ass to pull me closer and I realized that she was trying to make herself cum just by dry humping.

                “Bad girl!” I bit her shoulder and thrust against her roughly, just once, and let go. I was so hard, it was painful to keep my cock contained, but if I was to punish her, I had to have better control of myself. I spun her around, twisted my hand in her hair pressing her face to the table and spanked her ass until it was red and hot to the touch.

                “Fuck me, Aiden, please!” She begged.

                “Oh, I’ll fuck you alright. I’ll fuck you until you feel like you’re going to explode with pleasure. I’ll shove my cock so deep inside you; you’ll think I was going to tear through your stomach from fucking you so... hard.” I drew the last two words out and saw her shiver, heard her moan with anticipation. “But you’re not going to cum. That is your punishment. Do you understand?”

                “Mmhmm.” I pulled her hair, arched her back as I shoved two fingers inside her. She knew I wanted a real answer. “Yes! Yes, I understand!”

                “Good girl.” I finally tore my own clothes off and teased the slit of her pussy with my cock and when I pulled away I was covered in her wetness. I nearly lost it then and there. I worked my fingers back in until I was damn near fisting her.

                “Aiden! Holy shit, please let me cum!” She was trembling and it went on like that for the next half hour. I teased her until I nearly came myself. That’s when it all snapped. I slammed my cock into her, and we both screamed in ecstasy. I only had one pace and that was ten times the speed of rabbits. My cock ripped the wordless, feral cries from her lips and when she was close, when I was about to spill my seed in her, I pulled out, pushed her to the ground and smiled as she whimpered up at me, trembling, close to climax. It was only for a second that I let her see the satisfaction in my eyes before I shoved my cock into her mouth. The tip hit the back of her throat and I was done. I came harder than I had in a long time, my hot ropes of cum shot out so fast, she couldn’t swallow it all. The way it dripped from the corners of her mouth made me cum again. Still stiff, I pulled my cock from her lips and wiped the cum from her chin, and she knew to lick it up. My head lulled back as her tongue swirled around my cock, cleaning up every last drop of her punishment.

Pets of a Lioness

“Please, call me Suzette.” A beautiful smile followed those words, and I was transfixed on those lips. Blushing, she caught me staring and with a graceful move, wrapped her slender arm around my shoulders. “I’m flattered,” Suzette cooed at me, “that a straight edge girl like you would blush at being on a first name basis with me.” But her words were only a cover for the delight I saw as I glanced back at her, my blush deepened even more.

“No, it wasn’t that, I…” Was going to sound like an idiot if I kept talking.

Her arm squeezed me a little tighter as she drew me into her home. “Don’t worry dear, I like that you find me attractive.” Her hand slid down my spine, gently brushing against the top of my ass before she took my hand in hers. I could do nothing more than follow this temptress into the unknown, cheeks still aflame.

I hadn’t fully realized I was attracted to her until I found myself staring at our joined hands. It wasn’t big and bulky like a man’s would be. On the contrary, it fit perfectly with mine, and I liked how smooth her skin was, the way her dark mocha contrasted so much against my own. I’d never been with a man of color, let alone a woman. That thought jolted me as I looked up at her. Is that what was happening? Was I about to be with this woman? She was wearing a black sequin ball gown with a deep V cut to show off her amazing cleavage. Strapless, and tight fitting, it showed all of her curves. Even as the tail swept the floor behind her, it added to her height somehow. It was a horribly painful beauty compared to my plain black cotton knee length dress.

“Relax, I’ve only invited you over for dinner. I wouldn’t dare frighten such a pretty little rabbit like you.” What? Suzette was a mystery with not only everything she said, but with the way she moved, carried herself… and there I was again, staring at her. She was like this great lioness, and I… the little rabbit.

“I take it you don’t like the décor? You haven’t said a thing about it.” She genuinely sounded hurt that I hadn’t noticed, and I really hadn’t.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t paying much attention to anything but…” I felt my cheeks burning again.

“But…” Suzette coaxed.

My eyes searched the floor for a moment as I tempted the idea of running now but my voice had other plans. “I wasn’t paying attention to anything but you. I can’t help but stare at you. I’ve never been so enthralled with another woman before.”

Her mood instantly changed. “Oh, how delightful! Come, you can admire my hard work after we eat. Now remember, I told you this wouldn’t be just any dinner party.” And as she stretched out her words, I watched her pluck some props up off a side table and hand them to me. It was the side table, not the items that made me gasp. The top was round, glass, and the woman beneath it was naked, bound by ordinary rope, with a maroon silk cloth around her eyes. She didn’t move, didn’t speak, she simply held the glass up.

“So you finally noticed. Beautiful isn’t she?” I could only nod and stare in awe. “Please, wear my gifts; I bought them just for you.” Suzette nodded towards my hands, and I finally took a good look at what she’d given me.

In my left hand was a black lace mask; in the other was a set of leather bunny ears. As I beheld the items in my hands, she was busy putting hers on. Of course they were leather cat ears… and through her mane of curls, it looked as if she was born with them. I couldn’t help myself as I put mine on; the enthusiasm in her eyes was all I needed.

That smile sent a chill down my spine as she nodded in approval, and like magic, simply because I hadn’t been paying attention to anything else but her, she pushed two grand, mahogany doors wide open. Inside, the walls were stone, the ceiling and moldings painted black. In the center was a large wooden table, and guests were already seated. It seemed I was the last to arrive. But beyond that, the room was lit entirely by candles that were scattered everywhere. And every red candle was held, or propped up, against a naked woman. There were five of them total sprawled out or curled up along the center of the table, bound just like the one posed as a table. No two were alike, and I found myself staring speechless all over again.

“Come little rabbit, you’ll dine here tonight.” She gestured to a seat at the end.

As we neared the table, another woman, naked and gagged, pulled my chair out. I sat, hands in my lap, as I glanced around. No one said a word. It was unnerving as I felt all eyes on me; eyes that were covered in masks, paint, and lace. I looked to Suzette, standing head of the table and she winked at me before speaking.

“Now that we’re all here, let us begin by thanking these beautiful women for offering their bodies for our entertainment tonight.” Applause broke out with adoration from both men and women seated at the table. I could feel the tension in the air, like animals waiting to feast for the very first time. “Let’s begin our meal with a salad and as we wait, feel free to touch, explore, and play with the woman in front of you.”

The others didn’t wait for her to sit in her chair before they began to explore with enthusiasm the bound women. I hardly noticed the salad being placed in front of me as I stared down the table in shock at the display before me. I watched as one man began fingering the prized woman before him. Another had his face at her hip, nuzzling his beard against the sensitive flesh. At the far end of the table, all I could make out was a woman raking her red nails down the back of bound and gagged brunette. I shivered uncontrollably, a sexual tension I never knew existed was crashing down around me and I had no idea what to do with myself.
“Little rabbit, do you not find her attractive?” Suzette’s voice snapped me back from my gawking.
“No, that’s not it.” I blurted, “I’ve just never – touched another woman before." Even as I said it, I found myself reaching to stroke her cheek, my fingers itching to roll the pearls of her nipples, to see just how soft the flesh at her waxed pubic bone was.

“Don’t worry, she won’t bite, in fact, from here, I can see she’s dripping with anticipation as you touch her. Little fox?” A small woman glanced our way from the other side of the table. “Would you mind showing the little rabbit what she can do?”

“My pleasure, Suzette.” The fox replied, complete with tail and silk gloves, came over. She smiled, and reached for my hand. I gave it to her and she then plucked a red candle from the woman and tipped it gently over her belly. The hot wax dripped against her flesh, a stark contrast to the paleness of it. “Just be mindful of the flame.” The fox assured, and she went about taking up her own candle. Together we dripped the wax up to her breasts, covering the puckered nipples. The bound woman moaned and writhed. God, she liked it. I liked it. Wax dripped delicately along her arms, thighs. I could see her sex gleaming and I wanted to touch her. I set the candle back in her hand and let the pads of my fingers trace along parts of her body that weren't covered in red. I could see her skin crawl from the different sensations. Here I was, a stranger to everyone around me, to this woman bound before me, and I had never been more turned on in my life.

“Pets, pets, let’s not forget the toast.”

Everyone stopped, all of us - her little pets, and we took up our glasses of wine, saluted one another, and drank to our lioness, to our meal, and to the prey. As the night went on, I explored every inch and curve of the woman laid out before me under the eyes of this dark mistress at the head of the table.

The lioness pulled me aside. “I promise there could be more of this life for you if I would stay.” Before I could answer, we embraced and she kissed me. I couldn’t stop the moan, or the sudden need to touch her back, letting her tongue probe, taste, and explore until I was breathless and aching for more.

She broke the kiss and sauntered back to the table as the plates were cleared. I couldn’t remember who the prey was anymore; the five women bound on the table still being ravaged or me… the little rabbit that had been drawn into this wild, animal den with a promise of a delicious salad. As I sat in my seat with the rest of the pets, I reached for woman, cupped her sex, and smiled.

“I can’t leave until I’ve had my dessert."
Suzette nodded and finally did some exploring of her own.

Eyes so Blue

Sophie’s pale blue eyes met those of Nick's and she watched the pale of his turn cerulean. She’d never seen them like that before and it excited her to know that she was the reason for their change. It made her all the more eager to please him as she licked a trail up his shaft, lips curling around him as she began to slowly suck his cock as she straddled his thighs.

Lifting her hands from their place on his hips, she curled her dainty little fingers around the thickness of his cock, scooping his ball sack and rolling them in the other as she let herself bob up and down with more speed. That one move gave him permission to thrust his hips and it caught her off guard. Gagging, eyes tearing, throat tightening she wanted to stop, would have stopped, had he not tangled his hands in her long, auburn hair and forced her as far down as she could go. His cock stabbed at the back of her throat and the louder her muffled gags became, the faster he fucked her face until she was digging her nails into the flesh of his thighs. As he released her head she came up for air and would have slapped him stupid had he not had the most seductive look of euphoria about him.

Two, three, four deep breaths as she quickly stroked him and she brought the tip of his cock back to her mouth. The pink pad of her tongue swirled around the head and she felt his whole body twitch upon the bed.

“Oh, shit!” Softly crawled out of his mouth, over her skin and made her wet as she deep throat his member without his help this time.

She stayed down, testing the feel of her mouth and throat full, his dick throbbing inside her wet warmth. When she didn’t move, nose pressed against his belly, he slowly thrust his hips again. She moaned, his body shuddered once more, and his resolve shattered with it. It took all her concentration to breath from her nose, to relax, to ignore the tickle at the back of her throat and let him thrust against her face as if he were pounding his way into the back of her skull.

He pulled her up, his strength unaccounted for as his grip bruised her arms, “Stop, give me a second… fuck….” As he drew her close, Nick crushed his lips to hers and plunged his tongue into her mouth, tasting, moaning, and thrusting his hips against the wetness of her folds as she straddled his hips.

“Let me finish…” She smiled at him, rubbing her sex against him before seductively crawling back down his body. He groaned, eager to bury himself in other places but he watched her go, cock twitching as he admired the beauty of her body.

She didn’t start slow like she had before, no; this time was wild, eager and hungry to taste his release. He called out her name in shock at her boldness and when he fisted her hair once more, she didn’t protest. With ever thrust, he made her moan until he was fucking her mouth so hard and so fast it was a struggle for her to breathe again. And just as she was about to pull free of his hold, he buried his cock to the hilt, hot, sticky cum she had long awaited shot down her throat so thick she gagged on that too. As he slowly pulled his cock free of her lips, she let just a little bit of that sticky white seed slip out and down his shaft.

After swallowing the rest, she dipped her head back down to suck and lick up the remaining cum, gently swirling her tongue over the now sensitive tip, coaxing any remaining cum from his as she did.

She smiled at him and he pulled her to his body once more, brushing the stray hairs out of her eyes and shook his head, breathless as he studied her face. “I’ve never seen your eyes so blue, love.”

She laughed and kissed him quickly, “Funny, I was about to say the same about you.”

Beast of Fire

There’s a beast that lives inside me. It hungers whenever you’re near. I can fight it, cage it, and trick myself into believing I have tamed it for a time whenever you go away. But the beast is an animal, wild, feral, hungry and much more cunning than I’d like to give it credit for.

It was you who unleashed it, who made the beast, who stirred it to life. With your hands, you viciously stoked the embers and together we made a passionate fire. Then you were gone. The fire began to fade and my beast roared in pain from that first lick of frost.

For years my beast sought equal, starting fires no other beast could help create, only to be left disappointed in the end as the fires left were nothing more than ash and soot. There’s no craving worse than that of the beast and its need for the one who had the power to awaken it.

Exhausted, frustrated, alone, and swimming in a sea of smoke. The fire is nearly gone because every fire since you has taken part of my beast and there’s hardly anything left of me now. Quiet, so quiet it’s scary. Where is your beast, your savage, raw, powerful beast to match my own? Where did it go? What fires did it create, and how many poor souls did it scorch too?

There has to be a reason, a way things will work out, and a way for the wild inside us to be together.

Searching...

Waiting…

Craving my equal; knowing it was always you.