The Dom's Diary: Cypher Text

It's one of those bittersweet moments, the kind you look forward to and  yet it makes you sad.  This is the last  post for The Dom's Diary.  Abyrne will be taking some time off to work on his book deals that he signed!  YAY!  This means you can read more from him soon!  

But don't abandon our Wednesday posts just yet, we have something up our sleeve that I think you'll all enjoy.  

The Dom's Diary: Cypher Text

by

Abyrne Mostyn

            She was here when I arrived home, I knew it the minute I had walked in.  The day had run long, but not overly so.  I could smell the crisp notes of sea spray and sand from a fragrance she favored.  I had asked her to wear it.  I needed the respite from the dank of the city and the illusion of the coast would work.

Beta had met me at the door, tail wagging his hind quarters in a full show of affection and undeniable happiness.  I loved coming home to this dog.  The day could take me to the razor’s edge of wanting to slit mine and other’s throats and Beta would just stand at the door and all but soil the floor in happiness because I’d arrived.  Was I a sodding bastard because I wanted a woman who did the same?  I truly didn’t think so.

Lucy would be a dream to come home to every night if she were willing to give up her carefree and the other women.  She was Marilyn Monroe with soft brown locks and a libido that hadn’t said ‘no’ that I could recall.  Prompt, punctual, eager to please, and willing and able to cum on command; and that was just five of her assets.  She would never settle down though.  She loved as she wanted and went whichever way the wind blew her.  I suppose I should count my blessings that she came when I called.  I had thought often about entertaining her and one of her gal pals, but had decided against it as I was fairly certain that my territorial nature would kick up and ruin it all.

Clearing the foyer and part of the main hall, she was right where I had asked her to be, just as I had asked her to be…waiting for me.  Watching Cla’vis display the other night had been an exercise in torture.  She was free with her display and obviously enjoyed anal play.  I had thought, before I had taken time to think, that I’d return the favor to her soon, but I had realized that same night as I stood on the pier that Cla’vis and I were only dancing, and the music would eventually come to an end.

Snapped back to the moment, I had taken a deep inhale of Lucy’s scent and knew I was not with Cla’vis.  Only Lucy could smell like this and I was not so far gone to think of another when I was with someone.  That was a line I would not cross.

I stood in the doorway to the small space of my home office, drinking her in as she leaned over my desk, the handle to the anal key glinting between her rounded cheeks with the crackles of fire from the hearth as the flames licked at the dry tinder she had lit there.  She was water to my parched soul as I had stood and simply let my eyes roam her figure.  She hadn’t moved, though I knew she was aware of my arrival.  Beta’s tapping on the tile and soft howls would have alerted her to my presence.

As always, she was exactly as I had requested her to be.  Tall enough in her heels to be the right height, hair up off her neck, her skin had glowed rosy from the recent buffing in the shower that she had taken when she arrived.  She had worn nothing save the item I had requested.  I had trailed my hands down her back and over the luscious curves of her hips before giving the key a turn and walking off to have a shower of my own. 

Returning a short while later, she was exactly where I had left her.  Walking around the desk to see her face, she had worn a smug smile, knowing she had done well and I was pleased. 

“I see you wore your key.”

“As you requested Sir.”

“Tell me girl, did you do as else I requested?”

“Everything is as you wish it to be Sir.”

“Good girl.  How should I reward you first?”

“As you wish to reward me Sir.”

“A very good answer.”

I had taken her hands, which she had merely rested on the surface to the edge nearest me, fixing her fingertips over the carved lip before moving around to the opposite side behind her.  Still in my towel, I had dropped to my knees on the soft foam she had placed as directed, sliding my hands up the backs of her thighs to knead at her cheeks.  The small puckers of flesh ran in dots up her legs ahead of, and behind the trail of my fingers.  Pushing down on the small of her back to force a greater arch to her hips, I had kicked her feet a bit wider with my knees.  The tiny fist of her ass had grabbed tight to the key and flexed around it as I positioned her.

Leaning in, I had lapped at the tight accordion with darting flicks of my tongue, pulling the cheeks of her wider to get the whole of my face between them.  The tang of metal was not what I had hoped for and while visually pleasing, it was not a taste I wanted.  Pulling back, I removed the key from its pocket…slowly.  It finally popped free and I set it aside before resuming my rimming of her, spearing my tongue forward to replace the key in the small void its removal had left.  The fine sheen of perspiration dotted up her back and released the ocean scent around her.  I continued my consumption of her flavors, drawing the scent in and letting my mind travel beyond this room.

I had lost track of time.  Neither of us had seemed to mind.  I was only remotely aware of it as I noticed her scent changing over from warm beach to something the same but also different.  There was a distinct air of fresh cunt mixed with the heated water and summer smell she had been wearing.  Threading my hand up between her legs, I had run an index finger straight up her core, finding the strand of pearls tucked neatly within, giving them a stir before adding a second finger.

“Flex.”

I could feel the contraction of the kegel muscles around my fingers and the slide of the pearls against the walls of her sheath before she released.  Only once, as instructed, she didn’t move otherwise.  Thrusting faster with my tongue, I felt myself winding tighter, but I wanted to savor her thoroughly so I did a bit of flexing of my own to stay the hard on I was gaining from the taste of Lucy.  I had known when she was close by the soft mewling she was no longer in control of.  Shushing her to quiet, I knew she was fighting to be compliant.  She was losing.

Pulling back, I had run my hands back down her thighs, sorry to be letting go of her ass as I was fighting the urge to stand and fuck her just where she was.  I had something else in mind when I had called her though, and she had come prepared for the play that I had suggested.  I could always claim her ass later.  Tapping her legs to shift as I commanded, she was the pinnacle of efficiency in her movements, knowing exactly what I wanted.

“Up girl.  Show me that pretty pussy is wet and ready for me.”

She hadn’t spoken, but had turned over and hopped back in one fluid movement.  I was surprised to see that glorious snatch of hers had been shaved clean.  She had always been well groomed, but this was new.  I approved and leaned down to bite her just above the apex as she was settling her legs, additionally pleased by the soft hitch of a gasp.

“For me?”

“Not originally no, but freshly today for you Sir.”

I could see the trails of cream that had run across her lips and the iridescence of it clinging to her soft folds.

“I approve.”

Moving her feet to rest on the arms of the chairs on either side of me, I was further impressed at the thorough job she had done.  Not a single hair remained.  All I was looking at was a shiny, naked pussy with a pearl peeking out from within the center of her.  She scooted her hips toward the edge of the desk without being told to do so, though I would not balk at it as it aided my quest.  Leaning back in I had taken a long, dragging lick up the center of her from tail to top, suckling the button at the cleft, savoring the throb of it against my tongue.  The tips of her breasts were pebbled tight and hefted with each breath she took.  They were not pants yet, but they were shorter than they had been when we had begun.

Settling in, I had enjoyed catching the trails of nectar that had run unchecked against my tongue and chin, teasing her clit on random passes to the peak.  Her breathing had increased and shallowed.  I had then pushed her knees wider and set to the task I had asked for.  One by one I had sucked, or speared my tongue forward to grab, each tiny pearl, running them up the sensitive center fold before grabbing the next on the strand.  Her milky release was thickening and her thighs had begun to shake.  Moving faster, I had liberated the entire strand, sucking the thick cream from each bead before her core began flexing in orgasm.  Dropping the pearls and my towel, I stood and slammed home as her release broke free, using one hand to pull against her thighs and the other to wind the knot of her clit to draw the release out or bring the next one right on its heels.

Lucy had never failed to satisfy and her rocking and flexing had kept pace with mine nearly until my own release poured forth.  There was nothing left to give when we were finished, and I was again surprised when, after helping her down, she initiated the aftercare of cleaning me before I could go and get a cloth for her.  I had not considered my shower towel, but she had and had used it.  She was exactly what I wanted, but somehow couldn’t find.

“Why can’t I find another one just like you to be mine alone?”

“Sir, if you could, you would have no need for me.”

“True Lucy, but you don’t want what I want.”

“Also true Sir.  Perhaps until then, we can just be for one another what is needed in the moments we have.”

I would have replied, but as I opened my mouth to speak, the chime of my phone went off from my jacket pocket over the back of the other chair.  I had forgotten it was there as I had watched Lucy leaning over my desk earlier, the perfect sub.  Pulling it out, tapping the screens to get to the message while watching her leaning back against my desk watching me, I must have worn a strange expression as she offered to get us drinks, moving away from my line of sight.

When she had returned, I was seething.  I was also stiffer and standing taller than the girders in the Sears Tower downtown.  She didn’t speak, but set aside the drinks before she sank to her knees before me, sucked the whole length down and quickly began to convulsively swallow against the crown.  I was so astonished by her actions, I didn’t think to hold back.  A few moments had passed in my shock before I could speak, my sac drawing tight.

“Lucy girl, if you keep that up, I’m goi…”

Just like that, before I had a chance to finish speaking she was sucking and milking the release down without a pause.  She had pumped a few times with her mouth and licked the tip clean before she disengaged.  I was fascinated.  As she stood and commented offhand that she needed to go, nodding at the clock that stood easily an hour past the time window we had agreed to, I could only nod and growl.  Her thumb and pinky wagged out at me as she mouthed, ‘Call me again soon lover’ and was out to the wash room with a hard sashay of her hips.

I had sat in stunned disbelief, though not because of Lucy.  No, Lucy had been par for the course of Lucy with her turning tables to have the last lick.  I was stunned at the text message.  There wasn’t enough there to cipher out a coded message.  All I could do was take it at face value.

“You’re late Maisu.”

Watch for The Dom's Diary in full coming in October 2013 to Amazon KDP.

Forbidden Crush -Part 9

Well, I think I've dragged this on long enough, time to get down and dirty!

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Forbidden Crush, Part 9

By Samantha Kay

Darren quickly jumped up out of bed, stumbling as he hurriedly pulled his trousers on.

Jamie chuckled as he watched Darren tug the zip fly over his obvious hard-on.

”You not want that taken care of first?” Jamie grinned.

”Ha, yeah, saying things like that isn’t gonna help it go down you know. I’ll be back in a sec, there’s a supermarket that opens till late just up the road.” Darren buttoned up his shirt, winking at Jamie before rushing out the door, clearly flustered with rosy cheeks and bated breath.

Jamie relaxed back onto the bed, stretching out his limbs closing his eyes and picturing how the evening had gone so far with Darren. His insides felt tickly and light. 

I can’t remember the last time I felt as amazing as this, like a giddy infatuated teenager…

As though instinctively, his hand slowly slid onto his own thigh. Gently gliding up towards his dick, which twitched at the anticipation.

He moaned deeply, as he wrapped his hand around the shaft and ever so slowly began to stroke. Fuck I hope Darren hurries up. It should be him touching me like this…

Jamie pushed his head back into the bedding, groaning as he picked up the pace. Parting his legs more as he continued, uncontrollable moans filling the room. I’m so crazy about him; I need him here, now!

Jamie was lost in the moment, his mind replaying images of Darren on top of him, making love to him.

”Starting without me?” 

Jamie opened his eyes, Darren stood at the foot of the bed, with a big grin on his face.

”Sorry…I…err.” Jamie stammered breathlessly, his cheeks burning up. Jamie reluctantly took his hand away, his throat drying up as the nerves settled in from feeling self-conscious.

I bet I looked ridiculous…

”You look so hot.” Darren uttered in a husky tone, his gaze flicking up and down Jamie’s naked body. 

Darren tossed a small box of condoms and a tube of lube onto the bed beside Jamie, and then quickly shed his clothes before climbing on top of him. Darren eagerly kissed Jamie, as Jamie wrapped his legs around Darren’s waist tightly.

”Wow.” Jamie gasped as their bare cocks touched. 

”I can’t wait to make love –err, I mean, um, have sex with you, sorry.” Darren stumbled over his words, a wave of prickly heat washing over his face.

Jamie chuckled softly, his heart skipping at the reference to making love, but he didn’t say anything, instead gently kissing Darren slowly with a passionate tongue.

They rubbed their dicks together, both moaning deeply as a comforting tingling sensation shot into their bodies.

Darren quickly pulled his mouth away, a grin across his face.

”Sorry I had to dash out, but since it’ll be your first time, going without any lube could be rather…uncomfortable.” Darren laughed quietly.

Jamie smiled as he gazed lovingly at Darren, admiring his beauty. His eyes like rich black coffee, and his skin begging to be touched and kissed. 

”Fuck, I need you so badly Darren.” Jamie whispered as he held Darren’s face before kissing him again. I can’t get enough of you!

Darren wrapped an arm around Jamie’s neck, then slipped his tongue into Jamie’s mouth and pressed his body into him. He gently rubbed his cock against Jamie’s again, groaning deeply as the sensitive flesh collided.

”Fuck that feels good.” Jamie moaned into their kiss.

”I want you to get on all fours, on the bed.” Darren whispered with a lowered tone.

Jamie swallowed hard. Darren sounds so seductive; I’d probably jump out of a window if he asked me to with his voice like that.

Darren came away from Jamie as the legs wrapped around his waist loosened their hold. He knelt at the end of the bed, his eyes slightly heavy lidded as he stared at Jamie.

Jamie slowly got up and got into position, his chest pounding painfully as nerves racked his body. I can’t believe how self-conscious I feel, I was never this nervous with Laurie. But Laurie’s never been close to my ass I guess. 

Jamie’s throat began to constrict, the moisture on his tongue disappearing. His head was hung, as he stared down at the bedding before him.

I can’t believe I’m doing this, actually having sex with Darren. Fuck this is gonna hurt, but I feel like I’ve been waiting forever for this…

An involuntary moan escaped Jamie’s lips as he suddenly felt a finger rub up and down his crack. How can that feel so good?

”You ok?” Darren whispered.

Jamie nodded before realising Darren couldn’t see his face, so he choked out a ‘yeah’.

”Relax.” Darren said coaxingly, adoring the look of Jamie on all fours in front of him, his ass on full display before him ready to be licked…

I hope Jamie likes what I’m about to do…

Jamie’s stomach did a quick spasm and he gasped loudly, when Darren’s tongue suddenly swept up along his crack.

”What are you doing?” Jamie exclaimed. 

”This Jamie…is called rimming.” Darren chortled, before grabbing Jamie’s ass cheeks to pull them apart, and then licking tentatively at Jamie’s hole.

”Oh my God.” Jamie’s breath caught, his stomach churning gently with nerves and anticipation. 

Darren licked and kissed playfully on and around Jamie’s hole, before giving it his full attention, even sucking gently on it occasionally. 

”Oh God Darren. Oh God.” Jamie whimpered, his hands clutching at the bedding. He started to feel light-headed, his hole and cock tingling and overwhelmed with sensations he’d never experienced before. “Fuck, Darren. That’s so good.”

Darren’s cock was throbbing, excited at the taste of Jamie, and hearing the moans and groans as he continued on Jamie’s ass. Darren kept pulling the ass cheeks apart and diving in with his tongue.

Jamie’s body quivered, his breathing loud and staggered, and Darren took a hold of his dick and began to stroke slowly.

”Oh fuck me Darren. Please fuck me, please.” Jamie begged, as he pushed back onto Darren’s tongue. He couldn’t get enough of what Darren was doing.

I could let him do this to me all night, but I need to feel his cock inside me. 

Darren’s cock twitched, as he pictured sliding it in and out of Jamie, filling him up and hopefully making him scream with pleasure.

”Hell Jamie, you’re so hot.” Darren murmured, his lips still against Jamie’s skin.

Jamie whimpered again, from the feel of Darren’s hot breath on him.

I need you inside me, my ass is begging for you to fill it…

After one more flick of the tongue to make Jamie’s body shudder, Darren came away and rubbed his finger against Jamie’s hole as his other reached for the bottle of lube.

He wet his finger with the silky gel, before once again rubbing it against Jamie’s hole.

”Fuck.” Jamie gasped, his head dropping till he could dig his teeth into his own arm.

”You ok Jamie?” Darren said sounding lost for breath. His cock was pulsing angrily and leaking precum, which dripped onto the bedding. 

”Uh-huh.” Jamie whined, as he involuntarily pushed back, desperate to feel Darren inside him.

Darren, with a mischievous smile, rubbed some more, adoring the way Jamie’s body was trembling slightly from the anticipation, and he loved the edge of desperation in Jamie’s voice. 

Jamie spread his legs wider apart, a way of inviting Darren to his ass.

”Oh my God!” Jamie whimpered loudly, as Darren gently slipped a finger in. He shuddered and his cock throbbed fiercely, as Darren proceeded to carefully slip his finger in and out. I can’t believe how amazing that feels…holy fuck.

”You like that?” Darren grinned, as his free hand now caressed Jamie’s ass cheek.

”Oh God don’t stop.” Jamie moaned, suddenly gasping loudly when Darren rubbed against his prostate. “Oh fuck.” He whined, gripping tighter at the bedding.

Jamie was completely at Darren’s mercy, his whole body feeling hot, prickling as beads of sweat surfaced. 

Jamie groaned at the little shot of pain from Darren pushing in a second finger. 

”Want me to stop?” Concern evident in Darren’s tone.

”No.” Jamie panted. “Keep going.”

Darren, very slowly, continued to gently fuck Jamie with his fingers, moaning deeply as it made his cock throb powerfully. I can’t wait to fuck him…he’s so god damn sexy!

”I’m ready for you to fuck me. Please.” Jamie moaned, his cock on the verge of exploding.

”Ok.” Darren whispered, swallowing hard. “You want to go on top? You’ll have more control of how slow and deep I go.”

”No.” Jamie’s breathing staggered, his chest aching with desire to get as intimate as possible with Darren. “I want you on top, missionary, I want you to be in control.”

Darren’s heart skipped. That’d be so perfect. That way I can hold you in my arms, make you feel loved…

Jamie exhaled as Darren pulled his fingers out, and his cock was uncomfortably hard. I need him to fuck me, right now.

Jamie turned around and knelt in front of Darren, but before lying down on his back Darren had grabbed his face and kissed him hungrily. Their tongues were going crazy with one another’s, and their breathing loud along with their moans.

Darren clutched at Jamie’s waist, before carefully lowering him down to lay on his back, their mouths still locked together.

Jamie’s stomach stirred slightly from excitement, his skin plagued with a warm, tickly sensation.

They stopped kissing and just gazed at one another once Darren had Jamie laid underneath him, Jamie’s legs open with his thighs leant into Darren’s hips.

”You promise you’re ready for this?” Darren’s quiet husky voice making Jamie’s heart do a flip.

Jamie nodded, his lips dry and his lungs beginning to feel tight. I’m terrified, but I’ve never wanted anything more…

They kissed again; their bodies pressed tightly together, the warmth from their bare skin felt soothing.

Darren gently stroked his fingertips up and down Jamie’s arms a few times as they kissed, before reaching across to get the small box of condoms and lubricant. Once he had them placed next to Jamie, his hands wandered down Jamie’s body stopping at his nipples. Jamie whined into their kiss and shuffled about a little as Darren began to play with them; rubbing and tugging at them as he pushed his throbbing cock against his too.

”Oh Darren I can’t take much more, I need you to fuck me, now.” Jamie whimpered with a whiny tone. 

Darren suddenly grabbed Jamie’s wrists, pinning them down onto the bed as he then began to kiss and nibble at Jamie’s neck. Darren then kissed his way to Jamie’s nipples, sucking and biting at them gently. Jamie was beginning to squirm around beneath him, his eyes closed as he moaned loudly.

Darren then let go, getting on to his knee’s and putting on a condom, it felt uncomfortable as it had a tight fit on Darren’s member. Jamie opened his eyes, his chest rising and falling heavily, as he watched Darren lube up.

Jamie’s breath was caught when Darren pushed his cock up against his hole, before lowering onto him to kiss him slowly.

”If you at any point want me to stop, slow down or anything, just tell me. Ok?” Darren stopped to whisper.

Jamie nodded, taking a couple of deep breaths to try and relax his body, which had began to tense up.

Darren wrapped his arms around Jamie as they kissed again, lovingly and tentatively. He savoured Jamie’s sweet tasting tongue, a slight tinge of beer still evident.

Jamie sucked in a breath once Darren began to push his cock into him, an initial stab of pain shooting through him.

Darren kissed Jamie harder to try and relax him, as well as wrapping his arms around him tighter.

Jamie kissed back eagerly, grabbing at Darren’s shoulders.

After pausing for a moment, Darren continued to push his dick into Jamie, gasping at how tight it felt.

”Wow. That’s incredible.” Darren murmured, as he let his lips return to Jamie’s neck to suck and bite at the smooth flesh.

Jamie bit his lip, involuntarily tensing as the pain overwhelmed him. 

”Fuck, stop.” Jamie groaned, before taking a couple of steady breaths to ease his muscles.

”You ok?” Darren quickly pulled away, and was about to pull out too until Jamie grabbed him to stop him.

”Don’t. Just, stay still for a bit.” Jamie relaxed back into the bed, his cock twitching as he looked at Darren on top of him; his big chest and muscular shoulders, and defined stomach. “Ok. Now carry on.” Jamie choked out.

Darren could see the vulnerability in Jamie’s eyes as they stared at him, the black pupils overpowering the pretty brown irises. 

”You’re so beautiful.” Darren whispered, as he gently stroked Jamie’s cheek.

Simultaneously they leaned in and kissed, passionately yet slowly.

Darren steadily pushed the rest of his cock into Jamie, relishing in the sound of Jamie moaning and breathing heavily.

With his cock buried deep into Jamie, he paused for a few minutes, focusing just on kissing Jamie and playing with his nipples. 

Once he felt Jamie was relaxed and ready, he began to slide his dick in and out slowly. 

Jamie whimpered and shuddered every time Darren’s cock-head rubbed against his prostate, as it sent pulses into him that he’d never felt before. I can’t believe how fucking amazing this feels…I can barely breathe!

Darren gradually picked up the pace, moaning and overwhelmed with how wonderful it felt to be making love to Jamie.

They continued to kiss, and Jamie clutched at the bedding until his knuckles went white. I’m so close…and he isn’t even touching my cock!

Jamie moaned, groaned and squirmed beneath Darren’s hot body.

”Oh fuck Darren, I can’t take much more. I need to come.” Jamie whimpered as he wriggled around, the pending orgasm almost painful as his ass felt full and intoxicated with new sensations.

Darren was close himself, and he pressed up against Jamie harder, pushing his cock in as deep as it would go. Darren did short fast thrusts, groaning as he did so, and holding Jamie affectionately.

Jamie wrapped his arms around Darren, kissing him more roughly as he gave in to his orgasm.

”I’m gonna come!” Jamie gasped as his body trembled and his cock fired cum between their pressed up bodies. “Oh Darren. Oh Darren.” He whimpered as his nails dug into Darren’s back.

”Fuck.” Darren groaned, as he came too. He buried his face in Jamie’s neck, biting until the taste of blood washed upon his lips.

Their bodies shook and they held on to each other tightly, as they savoured the intense orgasms riding through their bodies.

”Oh my God.” Jamie panted. “That was. Amazing.” 

”It really was.” Darren said breathlessly, his body becoming a dead weight on top of Jamie’s. He slowly rose up off Jamie, collapsing onto his back at Jamie’s side. “Wow.”

To be continued…

Valentine's Day Surprise

Our Valentine's Trysts continue for the rest of the month.  Who can confine romance to just one day a year anyways?   
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Valentine's Day Surprise

 

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Shelia Lytle

 

 



            The candles were lit and the dinner was on the table. Alyson stepped away and eyed the scene critically. It was Valentine’s Day and though she knew Drake didn’t really care for the holiday she was determined to have their first one at least be memorable. She glanced down at her outfit that was carefully hidden underneath her robe and a small smirk crossed her face. There was no need to prepare a dessert; she was going to be the dessert.

            She heard the front door open and close and took a deep breath before slowly releasing it. She walked out of the dining room and towards the living room, where Drake was setting his briefcase down as he loosened his tie. His exhaustion could clearly be seen and she hoped that tonight would help him relax and actually get a good night’s sleep. She knew that he frequently slipped from bed long after she was asleep to tend to the work he brought home. Well, he wasn’t going to be doing that tonight!

            “Hello lover,” she purred as she moved to rub up against him from behind. She felt him stiffen briefly before relaxing, a low chuckle escaping him.

“Good evening Alyson,” he replied as he turned and pulled her into his arms. He claimed her lips in a brief passionate and possessive kiss before pulling away to look her over. Alyson smiled up at him.

“I see that you have something planned,” he said as he arched an inquisitive eyebrow. Alyson’s smile widened as she trailed a hand down his chest briefly.

“I do actually. Why don’t you go get changed and meet me in the dining room?” she suggested. Drake nodded, pausing as the scent of the freshly prepared food reached his nose. He turned back to Alyson, who merely winked and made a shooing motion with her hands. He laughed and shook his head even as he obediently went to do as she asked. Alyson waited until she heard him walking up the stairs before moving back into the dining room. She poured each of them a glass of the wine that she had selected to accompany the meal and placed it carefully beside their plates. A few minutes later Drake returned, clad in a pair of black lounge pants and nothing else. He stopped short at the sight before him, studying it briefly before looking at Alyson with a mixture of curiosity and amusement.

“Everything looks wonderful. Is there some special reason for this?” he asked even as he sat down. He knew perfectly well what it was; she was attempting to make their first Valentine’s Day special. He hadn’t forgotten; her present was tucked safely inside his briefcase and he had planned to give it to her shortly upon getting home. Now he thought he would wait until after whatever Alyson had planned. It would make it much more special and meaningful.

Alyson’s smile faltered. Surely he didn’t mean…he had to know what the day was! Didn’t he? She shook off the hurt that the question caused and her smile firmed again, though Drake took note of the fact that it failed to reach her eyes.

“No reason, I just thought you might enjoy coming home to a nice meal and a relaxed atmosphere,” she replied as she took her own seat. She watched as he took a sip of the wine, nodding in approval at her choice.

“I appreciate it. How did your day go?” he asked as he began to cut into his steak. It was rare, just as he liked it, with a minimum of vegetables to go with it. Alyson sighed inaudibly as she cut into her own before speaking.

“It went ok. The question is how did yours go? Did you manage to settle things between Sean and Jack?” she asked hesitantly. She hated to bring it up. She knew that that was one of the things that he had been working on the hardest. Settling a feud between rival packs in the territory was never easy and the feud between these two was one of the hardest Drake had had to deal with in quite some time. To her relief Drake smiled.

“I finally got them to settle on a compromise,” he said as he sipped at his wine. Alyson smiled in return, pleased. Perhaps now he would be able to relax and get some decent rest.

“That’s wonderful! How is your steak?” she asked, a note of anxiety in her voice. She watched as Drake finished it off before leaning back, the glass of wine in his hand.

“It was wonderful my love. Tell me, is there desert?” he asked as a small smirk appeared upon his lips. Alyson shot him what could only be classified as a sultry look as she stood and toyed with the belt on her robe.

“Actually there is…but you’ll have to come with me to see it,” she purred. Drake let a soft growl escape as he stood and offered her a hand. She willingly took it and the pair retreated upstairs to their bedroom. Once there he allowed her to guide him to the bed and push him onto it. He settled back, tucking his hands behind his head as he watched her with a heated gaze.

Alyson glided across the room to switch on the stereo. Immediately a soft sultry song began to play and Alyson came to stand before the bed again. She began to sway in time to the music, her hands running over her body. Drake inhaled sharply, his eyes darkening as he watched the show.

Closing her eyes, she lost herself in the music as she danced for her mate. Her hands traced over her own curves, mimicking the way Drake’s always did. She turned and bent over, the bathrobe riding up high enough to give Drake a quick glimpse of what she wore underneath before she straightened and spun back around. Her hands drifted down to the ties of the robe and she slowly began to release them.

Drake couldn’t help the low rumble of desire that escaped him as the robe dropped to the floor, leaving his mate standing before him in a rather revealing and sexy piece of lingerie that he was quite sure he had never seen before. He watched, his eyes blazing with desire, as she crawled onto the edge of the bed and began to make her way up his body. Drake’s fingers twitched with the urge to simply reach down and haul her up but he remained still. This was her moment and he wasn’t going to do anything to ruin it.

By the time she had made her way up so that she was lying completely on top of him both were breathing heavily and Drake was faintly trembling as he restrained himself. Alyson smiled and lowered her head, running her tongue along his lips before kissing him. He immediately took control of the kiss, his self-restraint hanging on by a thin thread. His hands came up to caress her curves, drawing a soft sound and a shiver from her.

The kiss grew more passionate as Drake began to grow bolder. A soft growl from Alyson stilled his movements and he let a rumble of displeasure sound. Alyson broke the kiss and laughed as she gazed into his desire-filled eyes.

“Easy lover,” she purred. Drake settled, though his impatience clearly showed. She sat up, straddling his waist, and slowly stretched. Drake’s eyes were immediately drawn to her breasts, barely covered by the lingerie and in danger of spilling free. She smirked as she felt his body tense and knew that his patience was hanging on by a thin tether. She decided that she had teased him enough and leaned back down to him.

“Take me,” she whispered as she nipped at his ear. That was all the encouragement that Drake needed. She quickly found herself rolled onto her back and being kissed senseless as Drake’s hands wandered over her body. When he finally broke the kiss he immediately trailed his lips down her neck, nipping and sucking at the smooth skin as Alyson made a soft needy sound.

“Patience love,” he chuckled as she dug her nails into his shoulders. She had teased and tempted him. Now it was his turn. He ignored Alyson’s low sound of disappointment and pout as he continued to work his way down her body. He paused to peel the top of her lingerie down slowly, exposing her breasts. He cupped one in his hand, teasing and toying with the nipple even as his lips found the other and began to nip and suck. Alyson arched her back, tangling her fingers in his dark hair.

“You’re wearing my favorite lotion,” he growled, the sound vibrating against her skin and sending shivers down her spine. She could only nod and Drake smirked as he raised his head.

“How long have you been planning this?” he purred as he ran a hand up and down the smooth silky skin of her thighs. It took Alyson a moment to register his question as heat bloomed through her from his touch and she let out a faint giggle.

“Long enough,” was her coquettish reply and Drake gave a playful growl. He lifted himself up slightly and grasped the lingerie and quickly pulled it the rest of the way off her body. For a moment he simply sat there, content to allow his eyes to rove over her now bare body.  

            “Hmm what should I do with you?” he purred as he continued to stroke her thighs, moving ever so closely to the area that longed for his touch. Alyson arched against him, a soft moan escaping her as she deliberately rubbed herself against his body. Drake shuddered, his self-control slipping. He settled himself on her, his hard cock gliding against her in a teasing manner. She was already wet, indicating just how worked up she was already, and that was enough to shatter the little remains of control that Drake had.

            Letting out a low primal growl Drake slid into Alyson, stilling a moment to allow her time to adjust. The feeling of her legs wrapping around his waist and the way Alyson arched slightly let him know that she was ready and he began to move. Slowly, he thrust deeply into her even as he claimed her lips in a heated kiss. Just because he didn’t have the patience to draw out their lovemaking as he usually did it didn’t mean that he couldn’t make it as good as he usually did.

            The sound of her soft moans filled the room as Drake held her tenderly as he moved within her. His lips traced soft sensuous kisses along her delicate neck and he growled as he felt her nails dig into his back. He could sense the tension gathering in her body and began to move faster, thrusting deeper and harder into her body.

            “D-Drake!” her voice cried out sharply as she climaxed, her body clenching down tightly upon him as she writhed underneath him. That was his sign and he braced himself up on his arms, his eyes locking on hers as he stiffened. A loud possessive growl filled the room as his release followed hers. His body trembled from the force of it, oddly so much more powerful than it usually was and he couldn’t help but vaguely wonder why that was.

            He finally relaxed against her, taking great care not to crush her with his weight. He felt her hands glide smoothly up and down his back and he kissed her tenderly before moving off of her and lying beside her. He drew her willing body into his arms, letting out a soft sound of content as she placed her head on his chest.

            “I have a present for you love,” he murmured as he kissed the top of her hair. She lifted her head and gazed at him in surprise before something flashed in her eyes.

            “Well then I guess I should let you get it huh?” she laughed as she sat up. Drake chuckled and kissed her briefly before sliding from the bed. She eyed his body in appreciation as he strolled across the room to the dresser. She watched him open a drawer and reach inside, pulling something out before closing the drawer. He turned and made his way back to the bed, a sly grin on his face.

            “Happy Valentine’s Day love,” he growled as he pressed a small velvet box into her hand. Her eyes widened in surprise as she sat up and opened the box. Her eyes filled with tears at the sight of the ring nestled inside and slowly raised her eyes to meet Drake’s. He smiled as he withdrew it from the box and took her hand in his.

            “Alyson, I’ve been waiting for the right time to do this and now is the perfect time. Alyson, will you marry me?” he asked solemnly as he slid from the bed and moved around to her side, kneeling down and keeping his gaze locked on hers. The tears in Alyson’s eyes spilled down her cheeks and all she was capable of was nodding. Drake’s eyes lit up as he took her hand and slid the ring on her finger, kissing it gently as he did so. Alyson took a deep breath as she prepared to give him his present.

            “Drake…I have a present for you as well,” she said. Drake gave her a puzzled look and she took another deep breath.

            “I’m pregnant,” she whispered. Drake sucked in a deep breath and in an instant Alyson found herself in his arms. As the pair embraced they each shared a common thought. This was going to be a Valentine’s Day that they would never forget.

Swingers Part IV

What does Swinging mean to you? Did you remember the details? Aaron did...

Part IV: Another Swing

by Abyrne Mostyn

Aaron watched as couple fourteen parted company and turned for their respective sides of the hall, waiting until their doors were closed before turning back up the hall heading for the foyer to wait for couple fifteen to arrive. Mr. Fourteen was familiar but only perhaps in passing, Mrs. Fourteen, and her ring definitely identified her as MRS, was very familiar. When did she get married...Or was she always? That was the thing with swinging, sometimes you just didn’t know. Everyone came in consensually, but their back story didn’t always come in with them.

She had been an adventure. Dressed like a Christmas tree one December party a couple years back; he and Holden had taken turns removing the decorations and putting her away for the night. That dress had been a riot. Everyone had come dressed as their favorite winter holiday and she was obviously Christmas, complete with rope lights, colored balls and wisps of tinsel. They had played and made use of it all in the course of the evening, complete with having her hold the star high with both hands. He still couldn’t look at the big fir down in town square and not see her. Smiling now he nearly missed couple fifteen walk in, and had to stash the smirking to hand them their bags and give the spiel for tonight’s event.

Tonight was something new altogether. Props and play things were not new; usually however it was a single theme, so this was an experiment of sorts. To the west was Mardi gras, to the east was Carnival. Similar but different, it was going to be interesting to see if they evolved the same or if they took different turns. The rooms had been decked out with things fitting each festival, and had been a major effort. The current economy had been murder on many and the need to escape was a strobe light everywhere you looked. When he and his other half Sharilynne had enquired about helping with one of the upcoming parties, little did they know that they would get the whole deal.

They spent hours culling the net for images of Rio and New Orleans, getting poster prints of the ones they liked best and puttying them to the walls in the common rooms to flavor the spaces. They had downloaded music and had the Bose playing in each room to create atmosphere. They had even gone to the effort of having a caterer bring in dishes from those areas that would help complete the overall event. Sights, sounds, and smells…there was more to successful swinging than just ‘hooking up’ as the kids today would call it. It was being somewhere you might never be. It was fantasy realized, desire unchained, and personal hang-ups cast to the wind. For one night you could be the person you wanted to be, Don Juan and all that.

These parties had been successful for nearly a decade because it was something new and fun every time. Never the same thing twice. Never just another swing. This party was the IT party because everyone came in looking for the same thing. And, they got it. You wanted bondage? Someone else was sure to step up and play for a night, even if they wouldn’t anywhere else. You looking for some practice in submission, you’d find it. A taste or more of S&M? It was here too. All of it. Every fantasy come to life, couched in a new adventure. This night it would be the free-for-all festivals of North and South America. It was all there for the taking and all you had to do was walk in, take your clothes off, and leave your inhibitions at the door.

Reflections On My Writing

Ever wonder what the author is thinking about when writing those steamy scenes? What's the difference between pornography and erotica? What distinctions do you make in your own mind? Ben shares a little from his heart on this matter.

Reflections On My Writing

by

Ben Hannigan

Sex is something that is always special. Sex holds a power regardless of time, of space, sex can be gentle, sex can be rough, it can hurt, it can heal. Sex is something that I write about often but I would like to think that the focus of my work isn’t sex. Sex to me is something that is both beautiful and terrifying. It opens you up as a person in ways that cannot be foreseen; opening up to a lover in a kiss bares your soul in ways that simply talking will never do. To me if a lover is to cheat, taking them back if they confessed to fucking another would be easy but sharing a slow loving passionate kiss would be far harder and I take these views about what is meaningful into my writing.

The passion, the love, the desire I believe must come from more than sex, more than the simple act of making love. My characters have in my mind an image and a personality before they have their sexuality. In the piece that I am currently writing for this blog, I tried to create not only a plausible relationship but also create characters that are real and more importantly, can draw on the emotions of a reader. The erotic for me as a writer is more about the build-up to the act than the act itself. While the act is exciting; the moments of frantic thrusting, kissing, tasting, biting and the ultimate explosion of release, the teasing passionate build-up of anticipation, the lingering longing kisses and the slow gentle stroking are the things that keep me coming back to a piece, to an author. The foreplay and the lust have to intertwine in a deeper story. Simple sex has nothing in my view, it has no substance, no draw and no interest. If we use an analogy of food, crude hypersexualised writing that is concerned with the reproductive act and nothing more is a fast food hamburger, whereas the full piece focusing on the hunt, the chase and the challenge of courtship as well as the highs and lows of two lives colliding.

Sex without a reason to me isn’t interesting so I try to create a world for my characters. I want them to feel like people. Erotica that doesn’t have that feel of realism for me is similar to porn on the screen, it doesn’t feel quite right, it feels hollow and doesn’t have the same depth to it. For some reason, it doesn’t grab my attention and hold it. For me starting at “he was inside her deep, fast, rough, the sweat dripping down his back as he moved, driving his lover down into the silk”doesn’t appeal in the same was as starting at say, “they sat opposite each other at the bar table, she rubbed her bare foot over the younger girls thigh as their hands touched gently as they moved, reaching for the bread”. That’s not to say that the sex isn’t interesting or something that I want to read about, but it I think requires building up to it.

The role of the author, I believe is to inspire and create a world that a reader can lose themselves in for as long as it takes them to read. To create a world that you can be lost in eagerly awaiting the next instalment. I draw my inspiration from conversations with other writers, friends, things I read or have seen. I start with an image and spend my time trying to put the ‘thousand words’ that image contains onto paper.

I want to thank my fellow writers on Storytime for their encouragement, patience, and guidance as I test my new wings. They provide inspiration and support that I didn't realize I needed until I had it. There are people I talk to about my life, my writing, my hope and dreams; they know who they are and they are an amazing help. Thanks to all!