Erotic Romance, Love and Lust, Passion's Invocation

Naked Beauty

Naked Beauty

Part 1

 Naked Beauty

 

 

Jermaine had thought of nothing but the success of this assignment. He boarded the plane with his hopes up higher than the flight would take him. Then Vera had fallen ill. He got her voicemail at the hotel.

 

Vera hadn’t realized that the milk in her refrigerator had turned while she was bucking for a promotion beneath Jermaine’s boss. She was quite fond of Jermaine, but Mack was much wealthier, more established, and more likely to settle down soon.

 

She had arrived home ravenous the next morning, never guessing that the power had been off all night. She only read about the fierce storm as she stirred milk into her morning coffee and drank her third cup.

 

Karma had never approached her subtly and she knew that it was going to be a vengeful bitch this time too, even though Jermaine had been far too preoccupied to notice that she had been much less than attentive lately. He had neglected her a little bit, but Vera knew she wouldn’t have needed much of an excuse anyways. She had always been drawn to money and power.

 

Gizelle had been her replacement on the shoot. Man stealing little jezebel from hell, she grumbled, clutching her stomach, much too ill to care about much else.

 

Jermaine knew he would lose the shoot entirely, along with his enviable career, if he couldn’t pull off an incredible feat of magic. He paced the room, mumbling to himself, “Some men make women disappear. How do I make the perfect woman appear in front of my lens?”

 

Vera had it all, he surmised dejectedly. No one is as excellent for Italy as she is. What am I going to do now? Picturing her, Jermaine voiced his anger, “You just had to poison yourself the day before a shoot that will make or break me, damn it all!”

 

He strode across the room raking his fingers through jet black locks. Leaning into the ornate sill, he peered out the window in a full blown panic, seeing the pink hued sunset, an expanse of white sand, and the translucent, turquoise Mediterranean Sea. In which to drown myself after I get the axe, he added dismally.

 

Then his gaze landed on her. Laying on a blanket, completely unguarded in sleep, was the naked beauty he had been praying for. He blinked and shook his head, certain that she was a mirage or that he would wake up to realize he had only dreamed her. Instinct and adrenaline took over. Jermaine raised the camera dangling from his neck, and snapped his first photograph of her.

 

Viewing her through the telephoto lens, he took stock with a critical photographer’s eye. She had skin like liquid velvet with a slight blush on her face, obviously unaccustomed to lying nude beneath the sun, and he smiled, pleased with that rumination.

 

He’d seen many beautiful women, had bedded more than half, and was always dismayed that so many had sun damaged skin. Look at that red hair; he grinned, longing to drive his fingers through the silky riot. That’s not a color you can get from a bottle, he beamed happily, lost in his voyeurism.

 

Suddenly she stirred, causing him to drop the camera. He ran from his luxurious surroundings as though the room were on fire. With his stomach in knots, he paused to catch his breath and run faster.

 

His lungs were near to bursting when he found the place he had seen her. Jermaine dropped to knees as his hopes fell away. He placed his hands on the still warm indentation of her exquisite body and closed his eyes in grief. A musical voice startled him back alertness.

 

“Por favor señor, encontraste mi anillo? “Please sir, did you find my ring?”

 

Jermaine opened his eyes to find his naked beauty wrapped in a blanket and speaking to him in a language he didn’t understand. Her thumb grazed her ring finger urgently and the message was conveyed.

 

“Ring! You’ve lost your ring,” he said, gesturing to indicate his understanding.

 

“Sí. Por favor, ayúdame a mirar. “Yes. Please, help me look.” Gizelle knelt down to run her hands lightly over the sand, pleading with her gaze.

 

Jermaine pretended to search, knowing that his knee had landed on it. Not wanting to risk losing her twice he kept it hidden, asking, “Do you speak English?”

 

“¿Inglés? Un poco. Lo intent. A little. I try,” she stumbled, still searching the immediate area frantically.

 

“Okay, that’s good,” he exclaimed. 

 

“¡No, no es bueno! ¿No lo entiendes. It’s not good! Do you not understand?” she asked, emphatically pointing to her ring finger.

 

Suddenly, her meaning registered in mind and he did fully understand now. She’s engaged to another man. She’s promised to another. He hoped his devastation didn’t show.

 

She glanced at him and realized he was crestfallen. He looked like a man in great physical pain. Though she didn’t understand most of his words, she understood the look of personal torment. It touched her heart and she forgot her own panic.

 

Gizelle tucked the blanket around her, sat down in the sand, and took his hand. Jermaine’s breath caught as they looked into each other’s eyes.

 

 

 

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Flash Fiction, Flasher Friday, Passion's Invocation

Divine Delicious Debauchery

Divine Delicious Debauchery

 

Divine Delicious Debauchery

 

“Come join me in divine, delicious debauchery,” he said in a voice so enticingly seductive, Amy couldn’t believe he had said it to her.

 

She had lived a sheltered life, barely more than an existence really, and she checked the spaces beside and behind her to be sure he wasn’t addressing someone else.

 

Jesse stood with his hand out, piercing her with his grey eyes and holding her stare with his own. She took a step and started to reach, but withdrew. He didn’t falter. His arm stayed outstretched, with his rough hand extended, palm up, insistent and waiting.

 

Again Amy reached haltingly and this time he clasped her hand in his before she could change her mind. Nevertheless, he didn’t move. Jesse stood still, raking her with his eyes, and she realized it was a challenge. The decision to move any further would be hers.

 

Jesse cocked a brow, refusing to take his eyes off hers. She risked a full length glance and realized that he oozed sensuality. Every inch of his delicious body made her teeth sweat, but she wondered about the long term prospect thinking, he is delicious, and maybe we will be a divine union. Will we love deeply enough to make even debauchery divine in our perfection, or is he the epitome of walking sex with a few ten dollar words?

 

But she already knew half the answer. No one had ever aroused her interest the way he had in the space of five minutes. And I’m sick of my boring life. I’m sick of my world. I’m sick to death of nothing ever changing.

 

Amy clasped Jesse’s hand more tightly and took the first step.

 

Jesse grinned with wickedness shining in his eyes and licked his full lips.

 

Amy was hit by the enormity of making a sudden decision which she would never be able to turn back from. It was thrilling and terrifying. Amy wasn’t sure if she wanted to laugh hysterically or lose her lunch.

 

 

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©June 07, 2017 – 03:09 PM

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Passion's Invocation, TMI Tuesday

TMI Tuesday

My First Unofficial TMI Tuesday (Late).

How’s it going–you know, your relationship?

TMI Tuesday

Get real. Spill. It’s TMI Tuesday!

 

And click the pic to read all TMI Tuesday Participants!

 

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How did you realize an important relationship (romantic, friendship, business) was over? What was the pivotal moment or statement?

 

After being involved for 2+ years,  he asked if I wanted to live with him. When I said no, he asked if I knew we could get married by Notary Public, like he meant to hide it. 

 

Relationship strategy–do you have one? Share.

 

I have several: 

Love completely, not blindly. Don’t question your instincts. Don’t let anyone else make you doubt yourself. You know what you know. Communicate. There must be love and trust enough to put fears to rest in order for love to grow instead of stagnate. Be that invested. If he gets angry instead of communicating about anything run, do not walk, to the nearest exit. Most women believe half of what their S.O. says. My strategy is to know which half.

 

Name two things you appreciate about your current relationship. Why are these things significant? (If not currently in a relationship, feel free to refer to your best relationship)

 

Previous relationship:

He had basic insight about how to satisfy a woman… Make that women.

He knew that selfish sex would not garner the result he wanted in return.

 

In your relationship, do you compromise?

 

a little

never – I usually get my way

too much, it helps keep the peace (Now, I have a rule of thumb: Be empathetic, work for it, but not to the point of being a doormat.)

 

If you went to couple’s therapy, which of these are you most likely to have a need to discuss:

 

My significant other feels more like a roommate

Sex is uncomfortable

My partner doesn’t know what I like in bed

“Forget sex! We barely touch.”

We were compatible in all those ways but it’s not a relationship if you’re in it alone.

 

Bonus: Below is a list of extreme sports. You must pick one sport to try. Why would you do that sport?

skydiving

volcano diving (Possibly, if another relationship ends badly and there is the possibility of death. Perhaps this would snap me into a new perspective. Rebirth from hell’s mouth?)

zip-lining through a jungle

bungee jumping

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How to play TMI Tuesday: Copy the above TMI Tuesday questions to your webspace (i.e., a blog). Answer the questions there, then leave a comment below, on this blog post, so we’ll all know where to read your responses. Please don’t forget to link to tmituesdayblog from your website!

 

Happy TMI Tuesday!

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Love and Lust, Passion's Invocation, Spanking, submission

Anything You Desire

Anything You Desire

Car Sex

 

I knew that I should have left the house sooner but didn’t count on my neighbor, Tina, stopping by for a “short visit.” She just kept talking, no matter how many times I told her that I had to go! Now I’m stuck in traffic on the highway and I don’t want to miss your train. You’ve been away on business for months and I can’t be late. I am gripping the wheel frantically, as my fingernails dig into my palms,

“Damn the luck! Damn you, Tina,” I curse under my breath.

Finally, traffic is moving again and all I can think of is being in your arms, and all the ways that you will possess me this afternoon, unless I am too late to pick you up. Driving maniacally, I weave in and out of cars, standing on the accelerator, swearing that I’m not going to miss you today.

Maneuvering the car into a parking spot, I jump from behind the wheel, not bothering to lock it, and run for the station. Moving with panther stealth, I cut a path through the crowd on the platform while I search for your handsome face. Then I heave a sigh of relief when I see that your train is just pulling into the station.

“Amen and hallelujah,” I mutter to myself, while scanning the dark corners of this packed station, hoping that we can find some immediate privacy somewhere nearby. I’ve been waiting so long for this visit and, at last, I see you step from the train!

Bolting from the spot where I stood, I leap into your arms, wrapping my arms and legs around you. Then I kiss you with a furious passion that I didn’t know I had in me. With a knowing smile, you set me back on my feet, put your arm around my waist, and steer me towards the parking lot.

Upon arriving at the car, you spin me around forcefully and pin me against the car door, before I even realize what you’ve done. Pulling me fully against you, in an embrace that spoke of your deep longing, you crush your lips to mine in a kiss that seems to last forever and yet, not nearly long enough.

Already, I can feel your granite-hard need against my thigh and I’m more ready than I’ve ever been, but then you suddenly tear yourself away. It nearly causes me physical pain to break away from you now, but I can tell you have a plan.

In one fluid movement, you pull the car door open and push me face-first over the seat, nudging my legs apart with your knee. With only a word, you issue a soft command,

“Stay.”

I want to obey, but my nerves get the better of me and I can’t help trying to steal glances over my shoulder. My mind is racing, “What if someone should pass by close enough to see us… or hear?” Again, I attempt to peek out the windows, but I dare not raise my head high enough to see. You already know how uneasy I’m feeling, but you have waited too long for this and I know that you won’t stop now.

Then you swiftly pull my dress up over my ass. I am nervous but keep quiet, as I’d already promised to do anything you desire; to obey with complete and utter trust. Too, I know that we have both been in need of this for far too long.

Once you have slowed, to take your time looking me over, bent over at your will, I hear you unzip your pants. I squeeze my eyes shut, praying that no one will walk by, as you plunge your thick erection deeply into my fiery cunt; all the way in until your balls slam into my ass. I gasp, sucking my breath in hard, to stop myself from crying out. Then you slowly pull back, until my tight, wet cunt is clinging to just the head of your long, firm cock. Then you begin a rhythm, pushing in and out, agonizingly slowly, really meaning to test the very limit of my word.

Small whimpers escape and fill the air, telling you of my longing, and my overwhelming pleasure; my craving finally fulfilled. You thrust hard and deep, bringing your hand down hard against my ass cheek time and again.

I am almost breathless from our mutual lust and, for just a moment, I forget where we are.

“More!” I cry out as I let your spanking set me aflame with an electric heat that begins at my ass and flows all the way down to my ultimate desire; crackling deep inside my tightening cunt. Then your deep tone cut into my thoughts,

“My girl likes to be spanked, doesn’t she?”

With that, you fucked me hard, fast, and deep; keeping one hand at my waist to steady me and the other cracking my ass harder and faster. I feel you thickening length inside me, growing even harder, and I can tell that you are close. But your voice brings me back to full consciousness, reminding me of our precarious location and I cling to my embarrassment in silence.

“Admit it,” you demanded, “You like to be spanked, don’t you?”

“okay! I admit it! Just don’t stop!” I retorted with a heated, desperate cry.

Then I realize that I am begging you, as I have never done with anyone before, but I cannot help myself. Right now, I don’t even recognize myself, but hardly care anymore.

You slam into me hard again and then you give me long, even strokes, all the way in and out; slowly, sensually, and then hard and fast, gaining momentum while you pusher deeper with every stroke. My soaking wet pussy is clutching your manhood and I can feel my own wetness on my thighs as you pull your cock away from me.

“Huh? Wha..? No!” I began, stunned that you were able stop at the moment.

I’m so lost that I’m pleading with and begging you, but my pleas fall upon deaf ears as you deftly pull down the zipper at the back of my dress. Then you turn me slightly, to slide the dress from my frame, only to find that I’ve worn nothing beneath it.

“Ohhh myyyy, Lil Bit!” I can tell that you’re completely astounded and extremely impressed.

You can’t believe that I’ve been brazen enough to arrive in just a flimsy little sundress and nothing more. My cheeks are flushed with embarrassment that you have discovered my secret. In my haste to dress quickly, I decided that no one would be the wiser if I just didn’t wear my panties and bra. With crimson cheeks, I wait until you lie atop me and then bury my face in your chest.

Sliding your still hard cock into me again, you begin a long slow rhythm; fucking me so deeply, so slowly, forcing me to just lay there and take it; take everything you wish to do to me, everything you desire, in this too public parking lot. Small cries escape me but you have no mercy for me, while you’re forcing me to endure this sweet torture for such a long time.

Finally, neither one of us can stand anymore. You begin to pummel me in a fast frenzy as your full, tight balls slap my ass. I want to scream my pleasure right out loud as my pussy explodes in unbearable, blinding, release; with my cunt throbbing hard around your thick girth, as your pulsing length spills your seed deep inside of me.

At last, you collapse against my back and hold me tightly. I’m smiling to myself, almost giddy in knowing that you’ve finally given me what I’ve been craving for months, that I have kept my promise faithfully, and that I’ve more than pleased you too.

After a long moment, I let you pull me up, help me to slip my dress back on, smooth it back into place, and hug me to you with a long, promising kiss. Then you quickly deposit me into the passenger seat and slide behind the wheel. Then, for a brief moment, we lock eyes in silent understanding.

Finally, you pull the car from the parking spot and head for the nearest hotel. Home is just too far away right now, but I know we will get there eventually. I trust you to take me wherever you wish, and I’ll go there with you willingly.

 

 

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