fantasy

The Gift

I’m feeling an ache

A longing between my thighs…

It gives rise to the surprise

I’ve been saving.

Sin craving,

Lust escalating.

Fingers strumming,

Moans humming.

Body writhing,

Can’t contain…

Won’t subside.

Oh Lover, please

Please…

Come inside

Your gift is waiting

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Across the Universe

making love

Jake was my biggest temptation.  Seeing him again was risky, but worth it to me.  We planned to meet on a Friday afternoon after lunch. Wednesday he texted me and asked if we could talk.  I worried that he needed to reschedule.  I wondered if he was having second thoughts about going further.  Reluctantly, I called him.

“How are you?” he asked.

“I am well.  Looking forward to Friday.  How about you?” I said.

He paused, “I cannot wait to see you.  But I need you to do something for me.” His tone was almost playful.

“Sure.  What do you need?” I was expecting him to ask me to dress up in another cosplay ensemble, maybe a naughty nurse?

“I need to get inside your head.  We’ve experimented and explored so many things.  Our passion is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.  But I want to go further.  I want know your deepest, darkest fantasy.  The one you won’t tell anyone about.”

I was speechless.  I didn’t see this conversation coming.  I didn’t know what to say.  Before I could fumble a response he said, “Let me give you something you’ve always desired.  Tell me.  There is no judgment.  There is no shame.  Tell me what you want”

And hearing his voice.  Knowing how I felt for him.  Knowing that we were connected on a metaphysical level neither of us understood.  Knowing how deeply I trusted him, allowed me to finally verbalize my deepest, darkest fantasy.  It’s one I’d attempted to share with others, but never truly felt comfortable revealing with anyone.

“I have a rape fantasy.  Some call it consensual non-consent.  I want you to take me in a manner that almost makes you uncomfortable…fucking me as you please…making me do whatever it is that you want.  Not listening to my pleas…disregarding my protests.  I want to be consumed by you.”

He confessed that he suspected as much.  We had been edging towards intense BDSM play and he could sense that need in me.  “We need a safe word, for both of us.  If we become uneasy at any time, either of us can say it.”

Jake and I always discussed safe words, so this was not new.  But this time, he also gave himself the option of a safe word, in case it was beyond his own boundaries.  That was completely different.  This was not a typical scene.  This was not our lighthearted role play.  This was going to be unlike anything we’d experienced together.

Friday arrived and I was a nervous wreck.  I didn’t know what to expect. He texted me at noon and gave me his room number.  He was working until 1:30, so we made arrangements to meet at 2:00.  I arrived at his hotel right at 2:00.  Just as I pulled in, he texted me, “I am stuck at work, in the middle of a security drill.  Should be there in 20 minutes.  Get a key from the front desk.  I’ve called them and told them you are coming.  So sorry.  I will be there as soon as I can. Remember, red is the safe word”

I felt a sigh of relief.  Even though I’d asked him for this fantasy, I was scared.  Aroused, but frightened.  At least, I would have a chance to mentally prepare for our time together before he got there.  I retrieved the key from the desk and went to room 204.

I opened the door and walked inside.  The curtains were drawn making it dark. The beds were freshly made and I saw his open suitcase on the luggage rack. Even though he had to be at work at 4:30 am, he still took the time to neatly fold his clothes.  He was a meticulous creature of habit.  I put my purse down on the table, kicked off my heels and laid down on the bed, taking a quick respite before his arrival.  The pillow smelled like him.  I pushed my face deeper in the pillow, taking it all in, when I felt a hand on the back of my head holding my face down.

He had been hiding in the room the entire time.  My heart raced and I felt a sense of panic. (And I confess to you..I loved it!)

Holding me face down in the pillow he yanked my pants off, destroying the zipper.  He never said a word.  He reached up and ripped my lacy blue panties off, in one motion.  I felt his bare skin on mine as his hard cock grazed my leg.  He grabbed a handful of hair, pulling my face out of the pillow and completely pulling me off the bed.  I lost my balance and scurried to stand.  Still holding onto my hair, he pushed me down to my knees and forced his immensely large cock down my throat.  I wasn’t prepared and it caused me to gag.  He pushed ever deeper.  For a moment, I couldn’t breathe and my eyes watered as he brutally fucked my throat.

When he had his fill, he pulled me to my feet and pushed me down, face first, onto the bed. Quickly spreading my legs with his, he filled my hole with his cock.  He stuffed himself inside as far as he could.  Holding me by my ass, he fingers penetrated my flesh as he rammed my cunt violently.  I was beyond aroused by how forcefully he took me.

“You like this, don’t you slut?  Answer me or I will make it hurt.”  I quickly answered yes and he pulled himself out of me.  He rolled me over to my back and forced my knees up to my shoulders.  He held me wide open as he began fucking me again.  I was slick with desire, loving this torment. His thrusts penetrated every inch of my chamber, hitting the end every time.  Without word or hesitation, Jake pulled his large cock out of my ravaged cunt and forced it into my ass.  He assaulted my tight hole over and over, taking it without permission or remorse.  I gasped in pain, which seemed to fuel his desire.

“Take that cock. Take it all. Take it all, slut.” he growled as he pummeled me.  I could tell he enjoyed seeing his large cock fuck my ass.  I was completely vulnerable as he had his wicked way with me.  He slid three fingers inside my swollen lips, finger fucking me as he took my ass.  I groaned with pleasure and soon he filled me with his load.  He collapsed on top of me and we both lay there, silent.  I didn’t know what to say and it hurt to move.  After a few minutes, he got up, took me by the hand and led me to the shower.

“Was that what you wanted, baby?  Are you okay?” he asked.  His brooding eyes showed deep concern as he softly stroked my face.  I nodded, speechless from what we’d just done.

He stepped into the shower and guided me in.  He lathered and washed every part of my body.  When I attempted to reciprocate, he stopped me, “this is your time” he whispered.  He carefully washed and rinsed my hair.  He then helped me out of the shower and wrapped me up in his robe.

I nuzzled myself into the shape of his form as we took a short nap.  I awoke to him massaging my sweet spot, demanding my orgasm.  We made love for the remainder of our time together, losing ourselves in each movement.  There were few words spoken between us, as they were unnecessary.  Our communication was on a spiritual level.  We bore our souls that day, sharing one of the most acutely intense experiences I’ve ever encountered.

The evening rapidly arrived and it was time for me to leave.  That was the last time I saw Jake.  We spoke a few times after that day.  We even made plans to get together again, but schedules got in the way.  I went with a new phone company that required I change my number.  I toiled with texting him to give him my new number.  In the end, I decided not to, and I didn’t keep his contact information.  And I’ve struggled with that decision.  If the Universe feels we should reconnect, it will find a way to happen.  It always does.

The last text I received from him before I changed my number, was a link to a song with this message “When I miss you, I listen to this.  Do the same for me.”

He was born to love me.  I was raised to be his fool.  

 

Wicked Wednesdays with Tess Presents, “Carried Away in The Big Easy”

Continuing on with the Wicked Wednesday series, I am eager to share the following post with you…a decadent tale of fun and cloaked debauchery in the Big Easy, written by one of my favorite soulful Southern siren’s, Lennon Carlyle. Check out her guest post below and be sure to visit her blog at, https://fabulouswithglitches.wordpress.com

One of the Partners at the firm invited me to his Halloween party. Rarely had I been out in the last two years since I was trying to prove myself. I was the youngest attorney and had just won my eleventh case. Cause for celebration don’t you think?

The party was going to be one of a kind. He had rented out an old funeral home and was having an open bar with an incredible DJ spinning some serious beats.

Now, what will my costume be?

Witch? Devil? Maid?

I needed something unusual and something that would hide my identity. This was just in case I wanted to prowl around and get into something out of the ordinary.

That’s it! CAT WOMAN! Yes! Why not show off my curves tonight. Let’s face it, I’m blonde, blue eyed, 5’9”, 129 lbs, nice rack, hourglass is in check.
Purrrrfect!

The night had arrived and I was beyond ready. I must say I looked incredible. My full lips were shimmering with my favorite lollipop red lipstick. Although I was wearing the mask I decided to wear my hair down. Why not show off the blonde locks since every single day I wear it up in a bun. I wanted to be someone other than Poppy tonight. I wanted to be someone reckless and daring.

The leather felt righteous against my skin. This costume really showed off my hips and my tits. The thigh high platform boots made me feel superior. The limo picked me up and off I went. As I entered the party a Lurch greeted
me with a glass of champagne on a tray. Oh! How I love the bubbly. It always makes me feel kittenish. I walk over to the bar where I see Luke Skywalker AKA “The Partner” the one who is throwing this magnificent Halloween party.

I might actually need to check out Star Wars because Luke was killin’ it.  Yes, I know, where have I been to have never seen Star Wars?

Honestly, “The Partner” and I really don’t know each other well at all. He knows nothing about me personally. He makes eye contact with me and asks “Would you like another drink?”

I’m shaking in my platform boots at this point and wondered to myself…does he recognize me? In a Jersey accent I quickly reply “Of course I would love another drink.” (Note: I was in drama club in High School and had it perfected)

He orders me a Tombstone Tea. He leans into my ear and whispers “It’s refreshing but will put a spell on you.”

Is he hitting on me? Well, this could be the dare that I’m looking for this evening. Yes! Winning!

I’ve never noticed how green his eyes are. He has this extremely deep voice and even with these kick ass boots I’m wearing he’s still towering me. He introduces himself and I stretch out my hand introducing myself as Finn, a girl that came with a date that I can’t find and how I’m really not “feeling it” and how I’m trying to ditch this guy. He assures me that he can help with that. Hmmm…Oh really?

After three tombstone teas and four glasses of champagne I find myself arm and arm with “The Partner” walking down Frenchmen Street passing the bars and giggling at whatever he’s saying in my ear.

He stops abruptly and says “I’m going to take you to one of my favorite haunts.” We take a turn down a dark alley and just a few feet away I see a wrought iron archway. There’s a sign but it’s dark and my vision is blurry at this point. I’m feeling fantastical and will go wherever “The Partner” wants to take me.

As we enter the gate he suddenly scoops me up like a child and carries me. “I wouldn’t want you to stumble and hurt yourself in those boots Finn.” This cobblestone is broken in some spots.” I could get used to this…I put my arms around his neck and within just a few steps I realize we’re in a cemetery. The full moon is shining on the graves as if covered in glitter. This is nightmarish but also enchanting.

He carries me up a couple of steps and gently puts me down while he opens this shrill sounding door. He grabs my hand and pulls me into this tiny little dark room. He suddenly grabs the back of my hair and pulls my head back and begins kissing my neck. I immediately get chills up my spine. He then lifts me up onto his waist and I wrap my legs around him as he walks me over to something behind me and props me up on it. His kisses are hard and wet.

He’s drinking me in. He tastes like caramel and whisky. His tongue is delicious and wanting.

My mind says Stop – Don’t do this. I kept thinking, this is “The Partner” at my firm and I really shouldn’t be making out with him. Truth was, I wanted him badly. His lips were full like mine. He bit my bottom lip and the blood tasted so sweet. God, this man was fucking hot.

He picks me up off of whatever I was propped up on and flips me around facing the wall and I put my hands on something to hold myself up and realize it’s a casket. What the fuck? Oh my god, this is fucking incredible. I’m about to fuck “The Partner” in a crypt.  As he unzips my cat suit and rips it down to my knees the anticipation of him touching me is beyond intoxicating. I’m wearing no panties or bra. All access approved!

He put his arm around my waist to hold me in place and then began teasing my nipple with his fingers. He grabs my face and turns it towards his and starts kissing me again. His taste is addicting. Soon his tongue is licking my ear and he whispers “How bad do you want me to fuck you Finn?” Words couldn’t escape my mouth. I just whimpered under his grip. He took his knee and pushed my legs apart and brought his hand down to my clit. His fingers were melting.  My knees were weak and I held back on screaming his name.

He suddenly stopped and I heard his zipper come down and instantly he gained entry into my tight little passage. As he entered me he let out a rough low “Fuck.” He stood there not moving with that superb cock inside of me taunting me by standing still. I wanted him to fuck me until I collapsed but instead he was taking it all in, literally.

He whispered in that deep voice, “Are you ready Finn?” I was ready but also edgy, could I handle him? I loved the feeling of fullness in my narrow tunnel.

He grabbed my hips tight, pulled me backwards and then pushed my back to where my head was between my legs. I could see his knees at this point due to the moon glaring through the stained glass. I loved the way he was taking control over me, but I wanted more.

He knew how to take me and he knew how to make me beg. I finally had all I could take and I started grinding into him. He took me by surprise with this strength and fucked me hard and fast and with ill intention. Right when I was about to cum he pulled his cock out and pulled me up and turned me to face him. My mask was still on and he reached to take it off and I quickly got to my knees and licked and sucked his glorious shaft. He was growling and then pulled me up and looked me in the eyes and said “Just let me fuck you.” The way he said it sounded like he couldn’t live without it.

He had to have it.

He picked me up and I put my legs around him and he did exactly that. He fucked me like I’d never been fucked before. Every time he would thrust I would bounce breathless. There was a connection between us. We were driven and consumed with each other. When I came with him it was the feeling of being upside down in a roller coaster. It was absolutely thrilling.

As he hailed a cab for me he hands me his card and asks “Can I see you again Finn?” As I slide into the cab and look up at him I wink and whisper “Maybe” and as the cab pulls away I sigh with my kittenish grin.

Monday Morning arrives and I’m going over my notes for my case. I hear a knock on my office door, “Come in”. A delivery guy has me sign for a long white box with a beautiful black bow. The card reads “Finn AKA Poppy, Please enjoy these beautiful red poppies. I have to see you again. Meet me in the lobby downstairs at 8 pm. Since you’ve never seen Star Wars I thought it was about time. Your Jersey accent was outstanding but I knew it was you all along.”

He sent me poppies? Really? No one has ever done that before. How did he know? Fuck.

catwoman

Afraid of the Dark?

Just the other day, I was chatting with a friend who admitted that she enjoys being spanked by her husband during sex.  She was giggling and embarrassed to share this “deep and dark secret” with anyone.  We are casual friends and she has no idea who I am under my good girl veneer, so I was amused by her reticence in telling me.  I thought to myself…if she only knew.  Then I began to think about how most of us hide our secret selves.  Even from our partners.

Reflecting on my friend’s revelation, I realized that what some may consider mere play..others may find kinky.  What some find kinky, others may find offensive, or even immoral.  So we keep these thoughts hidden.  Hidden from society.  Hidden from our friends and family.  And sometimes, hidden from our lovers.  But why wouldn’t we trust them with our fantasies?  Do we feel we will be judged?  Do we worry they will see us differently?  And then I took a long insightful look at myself.

After all…I’ve pretty much done my fair share of everything.  What’s left to do in my treasure-trove of dark escapades?  What desires haven’t I fulfilled?

Believe me, I have a few things on my murky bucket list.  I just need to find the voice to share these decadent desires of mine …with my One.

I have always had a rape fantasy, not for the brutality, but more for the vulnerability.  And I have acted on it a few times, but it usually morphed into more of a BDSM scene and not the spontaneous “attack” I had envisioned.  I want the suspense.  I don’t want to know when it’s going to happen, or how it’s going to happen.  I crave the fear.

This is what I’d love to experience.  Here is a little scene from one of those opaque corners of my twisted mind.

I arrived home later than usual.  The kids were staying with friends and I assumed he and I would order takeout for dinner.  The house was pitch-black and quiet.  His car was not in the driveway, as he was also working late.  I was excited to know I had a few minutes of solitude before our evening began. I walked towards the bathroom and began to run a bath.

Making my way into the kitchen, I poured myself a glass of Argentine Malbec and returned to the bathroom to check the water.  It was hot and inviting.  I took a large swallow of wine and began taking off my jewelry.  I saw something in the mirror behind me.  A shadowy figure approaching me.  My heart raced and I let out a gasp, but quickly realized it was him.
 
Funny thing…I didn’t hear him drive up.
 
I continued with my routine, taking off my jewelry, my blazer, my peep-toe pumps.  I was just unbuttoning my white silk blouse when I said, “Hey sweetie.  I’m going to take a bath.  Let me know what you want to order for dinner.”
 
He was silent.  I could feel him staring at me from behind.  He wasn’t wearing his shirt and tie from work.  He was wearing all black…black t-shirt, black pants. I realized that he must have arrived home before me and changed his clothes.  That’s strange…where did he park his car?  
 
I turned around to face him.  “Are you okay?  When did you get home?”
 
He suddenly put his hand over my mouth and forcefully walked me into our bedroom.
 
His whispered in my ear, “You’re asking for it, undressing in front of me like that.  I am going to fuck you so hard I will make you beg me to stop.”
 
I had never heard that tone in his voice.  I didn’t know where this was coming from…truly I was a bit scared.  He pushed me onto the bed face down. He hiked up my black skirt and spread my legs with his knee.  He reached up my thighs and yanked off my dainty pink lace panties.  Ripping them on one side.
“Be still” he growled as he plunged three fingers into my wet hole. He finger fucked me with one hand as he pulled his pants down with the other.  Before I knew it he was deep in my sex, fucking me from behind as he pinned my body to the bed.
 
“You’re so fucking wet.  You like this, don’t you?”  He penetrated me so deeply, I could feel a tinge of pain every time he thrust himself inside. He filled me…every inch of me.   I was writhing in pleasure, close to an orgasm. Excited by how it was all happening.
 
Then he backed away, pulled me to my feet  to face him and pushed me down on my knees and rammed himself down my throat.  I could taste my juices on his glistening cock as he pushed my head down on his shaft, edging as far down my throat as I could take.  I couldn’t even gag.  I couldn’t breathe.  He knows I love breath play and he held my head on his cock until my eyes began to water.  He would release and give me a respite to catch my breath before he did it again.  And again.  He continued until my face was tear-stained black from my mascara.  He pulled me up by my hair and told me to get on the bed on my back.
 
He positioned me with my head slightly off of the bed as he stood over me and slowly eased his cock down my throat again.
 
“I want to see how far you can take this” he sneered.  He slowly fucked my mouth and throat as he rubbed my clit relentlessly.  I was so out of control.  So vulnerable and exposed.   There was nothing I could do, but lay there and take it.   I could barely breathe…I was barely able get enough air in my throat with his large cock taking up all the space.  I moaned as I came repeatedly, squirting and gushing everywhere.
 
“Get on all fours, ass up” he quipped.  I quickly complied and he spread me as wide as my legs could go.  My legs were shaky from being stretched so far.  It made me feel helpless and immobile.  He was behind me, grabbing my ass he plowed himself inside my ravaged cunt.  Deeper and deeper.  My body shuddering with each movement.  I couldn’t tell where one orgasm stopped and the other began.  I just kept having them, screaming in ecstasy as he kept fucking me.
Then he stopped.  To get my attention, he pulled my head back by my long dark mane.  Then I felt him enter my ass.  His cock was so slick from my wetness that he slid in with one movement. He let out a deep, baritone snarl as he fucked my tight hole.  I knew he was close to the edge.  He was so hard.  He slowed his pace with deeper, purposeful thrusts. Just before he came, he let out a primal growl that bellowed off the walls.
 
Afterwards we were both silent.  He moved up to the head of the bed and pulled me into his chest.  He tilted my chin to face him as he softly kissed my lips.
 
“How was that for you?  Did I fulfill your rape fantasy?”
 
My body was still trembling from the overall experience…from the intense orgasms he gave me.  I managed to find my words as I whimpered, “Yes, Sir.  You did.”
 
He scooped me up his arms and stroked my hair as we drifted off to sleep.
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