She smoothed her thong

over her curvy hips

and fastened skimpy top

over ample size breasts

but she had no tan lines

because all would come off

when his eyes lit up

with one thing in mind.

They sauntered down

to the cool water’s edge.

As they slid in

goose bumps arose

but it wasn’t for long

before combustion began

flaming their bodies

both begging for more.

His probing fingers

slipped down her suit

found the core of her desire

and stroked sensually

her throbbing passion.

He ripped her thong off

threw it up in the air

untied her top

sucked heaving breasts

into yearning mouth.

He lifted her up

she wrapped tanned legs

firmly around his waist

he caressed her buttocks.

He entered her essence

in a thrust of pure lust

their juices mingled

in fireworks of ardor.

He carried her nude body

to the sandy shore

threw her down

and took all he wanted.

Kissing and licking

wet mouths of passion.

When all was through

they slept naked

on the white beach

wrapped together

for a while, before

languidly opening their eyes

to sense movement in bushes.

A voyeur watching

their erotic dance

and then they began

all over again,

viewed by eyes of a stranger

touching bodies with his mind.

Fully aware of his presence,

turned on and aroused

they cascaded to a zenith

of sighs and groans

before they felt

the third party

joining in their romp

with slippery abandon.

It brought them to heights

they’d never imagined.

When they collapsed

after the heat subsided

the stranger was gone

but remained in memories

to be recalled now and then

reawakening their intensity

when both were alone

in the lapping aqua water.

There was a hum that is distracting me from falling asleep. On a red-eye flight to New York that was going to last at least five hours and my utter exhausting from a week of conferences, the hum was literally killing me.

It wasn’t the low rumble of the turbines on the wings a few rows ahead of me. It wasn’t from the few computers that people still had on. It was as if I could almost feel it as well as hear it. It haunted me that much.

I go through all of the possible sources and eliminate them. Eliminate them until I am left to my general area. I’ve filtered out all of the other white noise sources, but the hum. It was so faint, that almost in any other mental state, I could filter it out too. But, in its own way, it was like a gong in my head now, it countered all of the other white noise to stand out like a song.

I look toward the lady sitting next to me, sleeping soundly. The hum wasn’t bothering her. I look toward the one person sitting one row ahead of me on the other side of the aisle, snoring miserably. I could filter out that train wreck of noise, but not the hum.

The lady next to me lets out the softest of sighs, so I turn to look at her again. Sleeping and nearly still, one of those too-small-to-be-effective airplane blankets draped over her lap. I nearly turn my head to hunt for the hum when the lady gave the slightest of shivers. Her breath was controlled, but not quite relaxed. She was almost still, but not still in a restful way. It was easy to overlook when not really looking. Now that I was looking, however, she had enough tells that she was only appearing to be sleeping that it was impossible not to see it now. Just like it was impossible not to hear the hum.

I couldn’t escape the hum because it was coming from her. I couldn’t escape it because perhaps I could feel it in the most minute of ways. The slight arousal that was building as I realized what the hum was,made it even more impossible to try to forget about, not less.

I took my eyes off of her, yet her restful face seemed burned in my vision. She was pretty, if not beautiful. Soft lips, glowing skin, face framed in a raven black bob. But, it was a face of a woman currently trying to pleasure herself while believing the few around her were unaware.

Now that I was aware, my mind ran away with the thought. What wonderland did her mind take her while her vibrator buzzed away? Did it excite her more or less that someone was sitting right next to her while she was getting away with getting off in public? Did she dream about getting caught or just getting away with it?

My mind played out scenarios faster than I could process them. My blood was pumping hard and burning quick as it rushed faster in my body. My arousal was more intense than was comfortable, knowing I had few possibilities to relieve it.

I closed my eyes and tried to block it out. Instead, my mind weaved a fantasy of the lady being less discreet about how she pleasured herself. Blanket gone, skirt hiked up, fingers dancing. She was wearing a smile watching me watch her.

The more I tried to not think about her, the more explicit she became, the louder the hum seemed to become. As if drawing me deeper into becoming an active partner to the illicit behavior.

With my resolve slowly disintegrating, I allowed myself a moment of utter foolishness, and let me hand fall so it rested between my leg and hers, the top of my hand barely resting against her pathetic blanket. I could feel the hum against her leg.

I heard a slight gasp, but forced my breathing to be a slow, restful rhythm, my eyes softly closed. I wait for her to shift her leg away, but she never does. Did she catch me in my subterfuge? Did she believe me asleep but having the contact, slight as it was, added to the danger? I played out both scenarios and everyone in between in my head, more aroused than I have been for a long time, ensnared because of a haunting hum.

I feel the blanket move my hand, and suddenly feel my hand make direct contact with her warm thigh. In the process of adjusting her blanket, she makes sure my hand is now underneath its warmth, hidden. The jolt of it all was almost too much. My brain racing. Again. Am I caught, or is she adding more danger to increase her own thrill.

My fingers itched to be on the other side of her thigh. My cock quivered in the confines of my pants, currently the worst torture device ever devised.

I think about pulling away and ending the game, but I find I cannot. I think about opening my eyes to see, only to feel her rest her hand against mine. My breath caught and my eyes opened in reflex.

I caught her staring at me, with the softest of smiles. A gentleman, innocent of his crime, would have pulled his hand away, apologetically. She let out a gasp, I felt the smallest of quakes from her. She either caught me or deemed I wasn’t quite the gentleman. She lifted my hand to rest on top of her thigh, and pretended sleep once more. The invitation as clear and the delicate hum.

I closed my eyes as well and let my fingers slowly melt toward the source of the hum. It felt like it took forever to get there, the journey was the most blissful journey ever taken though.

The warmth increased, as did the humidity. The pulse of the hum felt stronger, countered to the pulse of her pulse. My fingers finally reached the hot wetness of her core, and I was struck with so much pent up lust my fingers caused her to hiss through her teeth.

I opened my eyes and saw wanton hunger staring back at me. The lady could have been the ugliest on the planet, and in that moment, she would have been the most gorgeous wearing that hunger.

My fingers fought the vibrator for surface area, the lady didn’t seem to mind. I was slowly forgetting where we were, so was she. The pleasure was giving way to a deeper need of intimate connection. And the power in that the only pleasure that could be directly tapped was hers, mine forced to hover in a strange limbo.

As if reading my mind, she rested her hand on my crotch and squeezed. I grunted and she beamed. In response, I dove my fingers as far down her as our positions allowed. She squirmed and got lost in them. I pressed my palm againsts the small vibrator and it pressed against her clit and then I fucked her just like that, beyond sane, just driven by lustful need.

I felt the warm wash flow over my fingers and she bit into her pathetically small pillow and trembled. I let her ride my hand and let myself enjoy the moment, even in my tortured limbo. It felt like forever, yet it was over way too soon.

Our little world smelled like her. It was intoxicating and maddening. She smiled, the most wicked of smiles. I tried to return it. The speakers suddenly cut into our private moment, “I am sorry passengers, but we are being diverted to Denver because of the weather. The airline is making arrangements for getting you all rooms for the duration.”

The lady smiled as if she won the biggest prize in the world, “It seems like we will be getting rooms for the night?”

“Or, perhaps we could save the airline some money by sharing one?”

“Perhaps…” Her eyes twinkled with all of the promises of a lover desiring to pay back in full.

So you want me to seduce you

With words upon a screen?

Well, Pet, I can

But only if you call me Queen

Do you want to play my game?

I promise I will bite

So be a good boy

& don't put up a fight

I'll feed you from

My lips with wine

& on your essence

I will dine

You will scream

& beg for more

As I delve deeper

Into your core

I'll be your poison

Laced in lust

In your Queen will you place

All your trust?

That's what I need

Your complete acquiescence

Succumb to me

In my opalescence

Now, get on your knees

There's a good Pet

Don't make me do something

You may regret

Are you ready for the ropes?

To drink from this cup?

Look how pretty you are

All trussed up

Shit it turns me on

To see you laid so bare

So open & vulnerable

Trapped within my lair

Do you like what you see?

I dressed just for you

In my heels, chains & lace

So tell me that you do

Do I seem intimidating?

I know that's what you want

Come, Pet, let's play

Be my debutant

Dance with me

Let me lead you astray

I'll pleasure you with pain

In the most delicious way

I'll leave you wanting

Begging for more

Say please, my Pet

& I'll make you soar (sore)

You will crave my hands

That pinch & smack

That trace red lines

Across your back

You will crave my lips

That suck & kiss

My tongue & mouth

That can deliver such bliss

You will crave the wax

Dripped upon your skin

& the ice that melts

Into your sin

& oh, my Pet

We have just begun

& I am having

So much fun

Aren't you?

I know you are

My beauty, my prize

Shining there like a star

Your face is flushed

Your member hard

You have completely

Dropped your guard

You make me hot

My pussy wet

Just looking at you

Makes me break a sweat

Desire in your eyes

Growing need between your thighs

I smother your pleas

With my own brazen sighs

You're mine for the taking

& I'll take all of you

I'll ravage & ravish you

Through & through

I'll bruise you & bleed you

Torture you & tease you

But I promise I won't leave you

With balls that are blue

I'll drag it out

Of course, it's my job

To bring you to the brink

& your climax rob

Just remember

My darling Pet

That I'll never do

What you won't let

You hold the power

You hold the key

In you awaits

My destiny

With one single word

You can bring me down

Tame the beast

In which you will drown

I hope you don't say it

I don't want to stop

I'm too far in

Don't you like my crop?

Come, my Pet

I'll make it all better

Let me put you on display

In my private theatre

Come, my Pet

Come service your Queen

Come taste my lust

For this next scene

Lick me slow

Then lick me fast

Lick till I cum

Then I'll lick your mast

But, my Pet

You can't cum yet

I need you in me

I'm still so wet

I push you down

Onto the bed

Lay over you

Like a spread

I cuff your hands

So you can't touch

Only grab the bed

In a desperate clutch

We reach the heights

Of passion together

My sweet, little Pet

I'll love you forever

©CJ

5/8/2017

She hated it when he left on one of his business trips, lately, he seemed to be gone more than he was home. She loved him so much and felt so abandoned and unfulfilled these days. Luckily, her bedroom was her sanctuary where her toys kept her company when he did not.

She could do wonders with water too. Her bathtub was her favorite place to be, knowing just how to set the running water to elicit an exciting, throbbing orgasm. Most of the time, she just did it with the water but today she was especially horny and wanted one of her fabulous, flexible, toys. She had acquired quite a few over the years, small and large, some from those at home lingerie parties and some from her favorite adult toys shop.

After booting her dogs out of her bedroom, she crossed the floor to the bedside table and opened the bottom drawer, where she kept the most favorite toy of all. It was blue, rounded on one end, shiny, soft rubber with a variety of settings, designed to bring her to the height of delight. Mindful of the open blinds yet not caring, seemed to bring a heightened sense of excitement and an urgency to get the job done. In the past, even when living alone, masturbating in front of an open window (especially made safer being it was two or three stories high) always made her feel dangerous and upped her ability to achieve orgasm.

Crawling on her bedspread with her ass up in the air and her legs spread, she applied a gentle pressure and turned the vibrator on to the second level. Her heart quickly began to accelerate as she moved the toy exactly where she needed it to reach climax, all the while envisioning a passerby happening on the scene unfolding inside the bedroom. She needn't have worried, as the windows had a dark screen over the outside, possibly preventing prying eyes from what was taking place, yet the thought alone was enough to get her going.

Scrunching the bedspread in her left fist as her right worked the toy until she was close to ecstasy, she also fantasized she was getting licked from behind by a tall, dark, stranger who just happened to show up out of nowhere. Once he got her good and wet, she imagined him taking her ass and shoving his decent sized, fully erect member where no one else had been in years. She imagined the pain would be temporary and the continued vibration working her erogenous zones would make it more than tolerable and with that, she came almost violently. 

'That's what he gets for leaving me alone all the time', she thought as she made her way sassily across the bedroom to the adjoining bath where she planned to shower and get back to her daily activities, now that her cardio was properly taken care of. Come to think of it, the shower massage was just another toy she could add to her box, an imaginary place she stored all her fantasies and the tools she used to get what he couldn't or wouldn't give.

She remembered another time when she was a hot, young thing, before she knew what a real toy was or that such a thing was even available, she would use the base of her toothbrush or even the handle of her hairbrush, never inserting, just playing across her clitoris until she brought herself to the height of ecstasy. She never even considered that these were a type of toy themselves, she just learned early on how to please herself when a man was not in the picture. 

Before she was married, she had been engaged to a handsome, mysterious man who was so obsessed with her and wanted only to fulfill her sexual desires any way he could. She longed for that kind of relationship again and wondered why it never worked out for them. Why, they never needed any kind of toy save for a pair of handcuffs or a nice silk scarf to have the most titallating, exciting sex of her life! However the more she thought back on it, the more she remembered, like the fact that he wanted her in bed more than out of it. He liked to tie her up and tease her until she begged for mercy, sometimes fucking her until she was sore. She related such a story to her mother once who urged her to break up with him before he really hurt her.

She remembered another time when he ignored her "safe" word and, thinking she was drunk enough, attempted to take her from behind while she was tied, spread eagle on the bed, blindfolded for extra sensory delight, yet that was not what she felt on that particular occasion. His Greek heritage should have made her aware of his dark intentions, but she had trusted him not to take the game too far. That was her fault she guessed, and as he plunged into her back side while fingering her hot, wet vagina, she screamed and he claimed she was just that into it. So he kept going but her rigitidy caused her to tighten her anal muscles and he actually ripped her sensitive tissues. Now she remembered why they didn't work out. That kind of adoration and possession she could do without, thank you very much.

Maybe it was her lot in life, she thought, to be stuck in a safe and boring marriage, with only her toys to please her when her urges reached a fever pitch. She figured what was the harm, he never suspected (as far as she knew) and she always made sure to make him feel like a man when he was home and gave her any affection. It just seemed to her he was gone an awful lot, how many business trips could one employer want? Maybe he was having an affair, no that couldn't be it. After all, she had bought him his own special toy...oh wait! What if he had it with him

“Alpha Centauri,” you said

pointing to a bluish star

the color of your eyes.

“Seven percent of the speed of light

and we could be at Bc in 80 years.”

“The Orion Engine, “ I thought.

Quick calculations and I figure out our

great grandchildren would be in

high school by then.

Well, without a stem cell longevity

miracle I guess we won’t make the trip,

but I’d be honored to have our ashes

mingle with the void between solar

systems along the way baby.

"Dancing with the solar winds works for me, baby," 

you said as the afterburners kicked in. 

Every morning I peep out of my window in hopes I will catch you playing in your garden.

Yesterday, you turned twenty. I left a rose in one of the notches on the lattice paneling around your porch, and was pleased to see you stroke it across your collar bone as you talked to yourself in your vanity mirror. Who were flirting with, my lady?

Today, I sat drenched in my own sweat at the sight of you prancing around outside, dipping low to pluck a sweet little flower from out of your garden.

Your breast slipped out of your delicately thin white top, and when you stood up it was delightful to see how oblivious you were to the warm breeze caressing your soft supple skin. How I hungered for you then. How badly I wanted my tongue to slide up and down your chest-if only I were the wind.

Tonight, while you undress in front of your window like you tend to do, I will be staring out of mine, grabbing onto that part of me that I dream one day will be a part of you. I could just kiss the nape of your neck and put my hand around it to bend you over and separate your.....   Forget it.  I feel like pulling out my hair in frustration, my lady! You tease me so.    Won't you come over to give me a basket of flowers or maybe a vegetable so I can  invite you in to see where I grow mine!

Lazy sweat pant morning

Spent wrapped up in bed

Dirty little nothings

Are whispered, shared, and said

Your hands dance their questions

And search for the go ahead

Up my wanting thighs

As my legs slowly spread

You shift yourself above me

And your eyes imbed

Themselves into mine

Saying what's unsaid

That you want to race

Like a strong thoroughbred

You ripped off my pants

Snapping every thread

And dove between my legs

Exploding warheads

As my hands dug in

To the back of your head

Back arched and needing

I was your bread

Breakfast would wait

You were eating me instead

Who will spoon feed your each and every fetish?

Could it be... could it be...

Don't like what you see, go ahead re-imagine me

Over there on the divan...

Fanning the flames of your fanaticism! 

Like a proper Harem...

Call me Mary, call her Sue, any-name'll do

Absolutely what-have-you...

It's all about you, You cradled like a kiddo

Lusciously reminded...

Of the swell temptation of the Evening!

Well... you're just a Man...

And what should we say to you tonight

Love's for Everyone...

These sentences just shooting in the breeze

Imaginings undone...

All these empty realizations left to tease

But come draw near...

And you'll have exactly what you want to hear

Purred right into your ear.

I sizzle for you

My aroma

The allure of your behest

Infiltrating your nostrils

Mesmerizing your palate

To partake,

The crispness of my body

Shakes upon your flame

And you don’t even know my name

But I’m just so very glad you came

Just one more thing remains

I want to taste you

Like you taste me

Discover all the ambiguities

And sacred inequities

Of your mouth,

I want to embrace your tongue

And make you swallow,

My flavor more potent

Than your very virtue,

I want you to digest me fully

Until your body is amply satisfied

Then do it all over again,

I want to become your addiction

One and only

Thrive on me

Live for me

For we are each other’s destiny

Flesh for flesh

Enrapture me

I love the way you finger me

And lift me on high

Sing to me

Sweet lullabies

Or what you call grace

Eat me, eat me

Every minute of the day

I want to be the recipe

That you savor,

After all,

You have to admit

My essence and piquancy

Is absolutely amazing

I’ll leave your taste buds

Craving,

Make me your dish

Your succulent wish,

I see you salivating

For me,

I got your mouth watering

Completely,

Come,

Complete me,

Devour me whole

And I promise I will fortify your soul

From your bowels to your

Heart

I’ll do more than my part

To please you

After all the stresses and strife

Of the day

I’ll be your foreplay,

Main Course

And dessert,

I mix well with chocolate

Mark my words

We’ll be the greatest 3 meal course

Served hot

In all of the world,

And when I finish baby

You’ll be a well-versed

Culinary expert

In the cuisine of my love

Don’t leave this BACON waiting

You know you want

A

Bite

Of

Her…

My breath lingers in the air but I long,

for yours to join me 

These silken sheets feel all too cool on my skin,

But roses,

Would have nothing on you

Heat blossoms from inside but you

refuse my moans,

Trapped away in your hurtling metal cage, 

my dear, I long for your skilled and heated touch.

Oh, how these cool sheets crumple

From passion, their silken indifference 

no match for,

this hot ardour and passion, 

these ripples are but candles 

to the flame

begging for you inside me

Writhing, how can I contain 

this possession of violent desire? 

I long, 

for a little death.