Passion's Invocation

Soft Summer Rain

Soft Summer Rain

Soft Summer Rain

There is a soft rain falling tonight and all I can think about is what I would love to do to you, with you, if you were here with me.

 

I would start the evening by bringing you several Wild Turkey shots, not enough to get you drunk, just blissfully relaxed. Then I would pull you up, full length against me, to kiss your lips softly until your hands were in my hair showing me how you want it.

 

I would take both your hands in mine and pull you out onto the steps and into the rain. Gently, I would push you down to kneel before you. I would massage and kiss the back of your neck sensuously, taking the time to inhale you with all of my senses.

 

Slowly, I would kiss your neck and shoulders, from back to front, listening to your breathing so I would know everywhere and every way that you like to be kissed.

 

Once I had taken in the feel and scent of you, I would pull the shirt from your hard chest, suckle your tiny nipples, and kiss you down the length of your abdomen. Lightly, I would run my nails up and down your crotch and zipper until I must strip them from you. I would tear the buttons to your jeans open with my teeth.

 

I would move to brush your lips with mine and then briefly pull you up to strip your boxers off. Then I would move away slightly, to admire your muscled physique in the moonlight, wanting to memorize every inch of you. I have always believed that a woman should know her man intimately, with her whole being, sparing not one tiny detail about him.

 

After drinking you in with my eyes for a long moment, I would drop to my knees to kiss and nip the insides of your firm your thighs; starting on one side and working my way up, meaning to mark you, but just a little bit. I would take my time, lightly bruising the tender flesh there, which would elicit soft, expectant groans from you.

 

Then I would pause, just a fraction of an inch from the apex of your desire to breathe heavily against your hard, thick cock, and let you hope for more. I would smile devilishly in the darkness, knowing that I have only just begun; that I intend to torture you for as long we both can stand it.

 

You would pull my long hair down across your strong thighs to wrap it around your hardness, in that gentle, provocative way you have about you, titillating your cock and balls as I take you between my lips and nothing more, just holding you there with my lips wrapped tightly around you.

 

As I would breathe hotly against your pulsing need, I know you would be torn between the need to fuck my mouth hard, and the desire to obey my unspoken command. Finally, you would opt to be still and wait for me to make the next move. Making love is, at times, a power struggle between us that we both delight in. I would make no sudden movements, just slow, deliberate actions that would lead you to the impossible heights of your longing need and darkest desires.

 

I would feel, squeeze, and knead your full, firm balls with my fingers and palms, massaging all of your most sensitive places, until I am compelled to taste you. I’d run the tip of my hot, moist tongue up and down the entire length of you, making you wait, forcing you to slow to my pace.

 

Then I’d claim the long, thick girth of you with my whole mouth, pushing you down my clutching throat as deeply as far as I can take you, and always pulling back to the very tip of your throbbing cock; so ready, so strong against my tongue and filling my mouth. However, I would be in no hurry this night.

 

I would continue my pace for hours, for tonight, forever, sucking you more deeply into me, in an agonizingly slow rhythm, tightly forcing my ravenous lips down over your steel-hard shaft to pull back even more slowly, over and again, until you could barely stand to wait. I would pleasure you just that way, repeatedly, until you would be moaning my name, with your guttural groans filling the night sky and still I would show you no mercy.

 

I would be pushing and pulling my lips up and down the steel-hard strength of you, always to pull back with unbearable suction, and then force my tight lips down over you, all the way down, until you are balls deep in my mouth. I would set a pace that would drive you mad, fill you with lust, and make you beg for release.

 

Just when you were sure that you could stand no more, I would release you from the sweet prison of my mouth to stroke you, softly at first, with my hands, fingers, and palms. Lightly, I would trail my fingertips up and down the thick, hard length of you, even as a fiery, torturous, ache begins between my own thighs.

 

Finally, I would trap you with my lips, sucking both of your exquisitely tight balls into my hungry mouth, suckling them with my tongue wrapped around you. I would be lost in the rapture that we create and share, together, while you groan, squirm, and buck.

 

We would be so lost in each other, in the beauty of us that is our all-consuming love, lust, and passion, so deeply that we would not care who might spy us from the nearby street and homes. I would only care that I mean to have my way with you for the entire night.

 

I would envelope you wholly, to please and tease, pleasure and titillate, torture and tantalize you, starting and stopping over and again, to take you to the ultimate edge of orgasm and force you wait. My only desire this night, would be to please you more profoundly than ever before, and to make you cum harder and longer than you ever knew you could.

 

When you do hear voices close by, you would gently try to squirm away, to voice your objections still trying to make yourself heard, but your halfhearted complaints would be ignored. I would cover your mouth with my own, kissing you deeply, intensely and passionately, to make you forget yourself.

 

Soon, the voices would fade as others take shelter from the rain, so I would return my lips to your delicious, straining  erection that seems made for me. I would begin sucking you up and down the sides of your luscious cock, kissing and laving your balls in frenzied white-hot need. Again, I would mouth fuck you fiercely, knowing that I would be frenzied with want of you.

 

Eventually, both of us would be gripped by the wild abandon of our animistic desires and I would show you untamed  abandon and all of the emotions I feel, but cannot voice.

 

Finally, I would lavish suckling kisses there as you close your eyes and growl softly into the night sky. The scents and sounds of your exquisite pleasure would urge me on, so I would lower myself to kiss you between your legs, and down over your thighs while I stroke your hardening cock. I would alternate between hard and fast to soft, sensual slowness, doing anything to keep you off balance so that you could not guess my next move.

 

I would leave small hickeys on your thighs and capture your balls in my mouth to suck them hard as I stroked your throbbing member until I feel your pre-cum begin. Then I would move to lick, taste and kiss the head of your hard, aching desire, sucking you into my mouth deeper and listening to your breathing. I love that your moans and growls always tell me what I need to know.

 

When your breathing becomes fast and shallow, I would tip my head back and swallow your iron need all the way down my throat, moving my head to push and pull you into and out of my throat as it clutches around you.

 

You would hold my head in your hands and slam your balls against my lips while I stroke you with my tongue and wrap it around your turgid length, forcing you to push and pull your hardness through my moist, velvet tongue.

 

As I could feel how close you are getting, I would suck you even harder until you finally explode, with your steel-hard length deep inside of me. Your throbbing girth against the walls of my throat would shove me over the precipice and my soaking wet pussy would contract violently around your desperate need.

 

Then I would suckle you softly, ever so lightly, until you were entirely satiated and completely spent. I would not move to release you from my warm, moist mouth until you were completely and utterly satisfied.

 

At last, I would pull you up to crush you to me and kiss you lovingly, letting the rain soak both of us, and I know I would already be thinking of how much fun we would have drying each other off.

 

 

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Driveby Angel

Drive-by Angel 

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Angel packed her bags, trying to anticipate the change in temperature at her destination. She was sick of this too-small town, sick of everything, and fed up with her beige life. She walked with direct and angry assurance, muttering, 

 

“Beige! My whole life has been bland, boring, BEIGE!” 

 

She flung slacks, dresses, heels, jeans, and a variety of tops, into the suitcases haphazardly. She then tossed her bags into the trunk with a single thought. Her wheels laid rubber as she gunned the car onto the street, thinking, 

 

“I need color and I’ll have it, damn it all!” 

 

She drove blindly and six hours later, found herself in St. Augustine, without really knowing how she had gotten there. Angel stopped for gas with the breeze catching her long, blonde tresses. She knew she was beautiful. She had always known it. 

 

Though she was at the self-serve island two men raced from the station, trying to be the first to offer assistance. Angel smiled deviously and stepped from her car. She asked the first man to fill the tank and requested that the second show her to the ladies room.

 

She immediately learned his name was Davis and looped her arm through his as his eyes bulged, glued to her voluptuous breasts and long, slender legs. He managed to issue a compliment about the importance of a woman being safe when traveling and offered to go in first, to check that it was free of “intruders.” 

 

Angel stood behind him as he pushed a key into the lock. He was obviously strong, muscular, and maybe just a few sandwiches short of a picnic; her exact type at the moment. 

 

Davis struggled with the rusty lock as Angel took in her surround-ings. The sky was bright and blue; the sun a huge, yellow gold orb, even the gas station sign was bright red, but her specific interest was the renowned, haunted lighthouse in the distance. She wanted to taste the rainbow even if she had to act like a dolt to get what she wanted. 

 

Angel maneuvered to hold the door asking, offhandedly as she could make it seem, when he was off work. He informed her that the first attendant was there to replace him for night shift. 

 

“Listen,” she said, “I’m new in town. Would you be willing to show me some sights?” she asked innocently. 

 

“Sure! What’s your pleasure,” he queried, not believing his good fortune. 

 

Angel pointed into the distance saying, “What’s that? Oh! Is it a lighthouse? Let’s go there!” 

 

Davis, still standing in the door to the restroom, eyed her up and down knowing he could refuse this innocent beauty nothing. 

 

“Of course,” he said, cautioning about its haunted history, explaining that she should stay close to him, “Just in case.” 

 

She cast her eyes to the ground feigning nervousness, “Maybe we shouldn’t,” she said softly with mock fear. 

 

“Oh no, Miss Angel, I’ll protect you,” he offered. 

 

Angel suppressed a hungry grin and agreed to follow him there. 

 

Several moments later, they were inside the lighthouse as the heavy door swung shut with an echoing bang. She playfully ran up the winding staircase but Davis was no match for her endurance. By the time he reached the top, Angel was already half-clad. Her crop top lay in a heap as she unzipped her jean shorts. 

 

He stood drop-jawed, staring at her from silken hair to dainty, bare feet. She closed the distance between them and embraced him, moving her hands to grip his firm, taut ass cheeks and whispered, “Let’s make this a night to remember.” 

 

She kissed him full on the mouth sucking in his lower lip to run her moist tongue across it and whispered, “Fuck me, Davis. Fuck me like no one ever has.” 

 

Davis stepped back to review her beauty in a new light. Then he unzipped his pants. Angel closed the step back to bite his neck. He fumbled with removing his pants and she began to lose patience. She fisted his collar and ripped the offending shirt from his back.

 

Again he took half a step back saying, “Boy, you’re no angel. Are you?” 

 

She pursued him wordlessly, deliberating about how to answer. She took half a step toward him and leaned down to force his pants from his feet. Then, finally, she asked, 

 

“Ever fantasized about defiling and fucking an angel’s brains out? Now is your one and only chance, Davis.”

 

He leaned in to kiss her hard and then scooped up his shirt to spread beneath her. Angel caught his naked body still leaning and pushed him to the ground onto his back. For a brief moment she watched his chest rise and fall heavily.  

 

“What,” he asked, “What are you doing?” 

 

Angel didn’t reply. Instead, she bent down on all fours and crawled the short distance to him, knowing he was already mesmerized by the sway of her breasts and perfect proportions.  

 

She crept between his muscled thighs and sucked his cock into her warm, wet mouth, closing her lips around him hard. Davis let go a groan like she’d never heard before. It was purely animalistic and her pussy went up in flames.

 

She sucked him in deeply and bobbed her head up and down his cock. His head rolled to the side with eyes closed. Angel stopped abruptly and fisted his balls. 

 

“I want you to look at me,” she demanded, as she mounted him cowgirl style.  

 

“Okay! I’m sorry! Okay,” he pleaded, but Angel was having too much fun being the aggressor for once. 

 

She dragged her wet slit up and down his steely length with her firm breasts swinging just over his mouth, and barely out of reach. Angel started to realize she had a prisoner to her will and found it exhilarating.  

 

She leaned back into a sitting position and pushed his cock into her tight, fiery cunt, so slowly it would have broken a lesser man. She was well pleased that he hadn’t cum yet, and decided to torture him a little more. 

 

Suddenly, Davis thrust into her hard and she pulled all the way back until the head of his dick was barely in her. Then she froze, holding him in the grip of a lust so powerful she never wanted to stop, but the sweet, tormenting ache between her thighs was insistent.  

 

Softly, she stroked his balls with fingertips, titillating both of them even more, as she drank in her new-found power and he grew firmer inside her. Finally she slammed down hard, relishing the feel of his hardness filling her up, and began riding him hard and fast.  

 

She pushed faster, stronger, and he matched her with powerful thrusts until she threw her head back in abandon, screaming with a raw intensity. Colors exploded behind her eyelids, as she climaxed hard around his throbbing girth. Their cries mingled in the old lighthouse, resounding around them, and in it Angel heard the call of the wild, like a physical pull. 

 

Davis lay there, eyes closed, breathing hard. He reached to hold her to him but, for her, this was just a drive-by; her first taste of color in the myriad rainbows and flavors to come.  

 

Angel dressed quickly, kissed him lightly on the cheek, retreated down the stairs, and tossed over her shoulder, “Thanks Davis! You were super” as the door slammed shut with a bang. 

 

 

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Innocent Attaleia

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Attaleia had just arrived from her home near the Anatolian Peninsula in Turkey. Named for her heaven on earth, she hoped to return soon, to marry a wealthy man, whom she dated sporadically, but the modeling agency demanded her presence.

 

Attaleia was no innocent. She knew she may have four good years left, before the agency replaced her with a younger model. She had made it her business to become worldly wise. She was every man’s definition of beauty and she knew it. She put on her very best helplessly forlorn look, and scanned the garage for prey.

 

She caught the eye of a good looking man and lured him in. She held his appreciative gaze with innocent, pleading eyes.

 

“Hi. I’m Randy. You seem to be at a disadvantage. Those bags must weigh more than you do. Can I help you with those?”

 

She could see his hard cock straining the front of his slacks.

 

“Yes, well, first things first,” she hedged, “Would you be a dear and put them in the trunk,” she asked, handing him the key.

 

Randy looked perplexed, but set about the task. Attaleia leaned against the bumper watching him, every muscle that tightened, and every strong, angular sinew that was pure, powerful, masculinity. She knew he would be a stupendous lover.

As he turned to reach for the last suitcase, she reached into a bag and extracted a black velvet bag, saying, “I’d like to repay your kindness, Randy.”

 

“Oh no, that’s not required,” he protested, as she extracted handcuffs from the bag behind her back.

 

He turned away wishing her happy travels, when she caught his elbows, drew his hands behind him, locked the cuffs around his wrists and said seductively, “I wasn’t asking you. I was telling you”

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Dangerous Women

Do Me Or Die!

Do Me Or Die!

Kelsey was his submissive and his girlfriend. They were closer than any other couple they knew. They were so close, and their friends so envious, they no longer called them by name. Friends called them T.K., short for “Terrance and Kelsey,” she supposed.

After a year together, Kelsey found that their sex life was beginning to become somewhat routine, not dull – not ever dull, just a little perfunctory. She couldn’t bear to ever disappoint him. He was her world.

She loved that she could go to him with anything that troubled her in the slightest, and loathed that he was defiant and tight-lipped about the most intimate part of their lives. Terrance was strong-willed and stubborn in a paramount way.

Months passed with suggestions of counseling, Viagra, anything within her grasp, or even wildly outlandish ideas, spoken just for attention grabbers. He refused her at every turn, becoming defensive, as though he felt she was accusing him of being at fault. Kelsey knew it wasn’t his fault, but couldn’t relay that to him in any way that hit home enough to alleviate his train of thought.

Tonight, she decided to do something rash. Kelsey literally ‘dressed to kill,’ while Terrance was at work. She donned a new, sequined mini-dress, with stiletto heels, a barely-there thong, and no stockings.

Kelsey disliked all weapons, but tonight, she would turn the tables drastically. She picked up the empty gun feeling the weight of a weapon for the first time. She bought it at a local pawn shop, though she was still slightly fearful of it. This evening, she would be the aggressor, his dominant lady, and he would, hopefully, be her willing victim and submissive.  

She met him entering their home and hugged him with one arm behind her back, then gruffly pulled away ordering,

“Follow me.”

She grabbed his arm firmly, pulled him into the bedroom, and shoved him backward into a chair she had prepared with straps, ties, and cuffs. She wound a scarf around his eyes, which she knotted in back, and cuffed his wrists to the arms of the chair. Then, she poked the gun into his ribs and ordered,

“Do me or die!”

He was instantly hard but argued just the same,

“Baby, what do you think you’re doing?”

“Shut up,” she yelled as she tore his jeans off.

“Hey, is that gun real? Where the heck…”

Kelsey cut him off as she went to her knees and ran the barrel of the gun over his balls as she suckled his thickening cock. As she came up for air she replied,

“Better believe it!”

Terrance growled and Kelsey was relieved and excited. At least, he seemed to know she wasn’t really out to kill him… just thrill him. She felt a power she hadn’t known before and the heat between her thighs was almost unbearable.

She pulled off her own thong and straddled him, slowly lowering herself onto his hard shaft, as she moved the gun back to his ribs, poking him hard.

“Do me or die! You choose!”

With that order, he fucked her like it would be his last chance. His hips bucked wildly with a fervent passion she hadn’t felt in months. It was all new again.

She bit her lip as their groans mingled in the air. Terrance thrust his hips up and she ground down hard, just to pull up sharply, teasing him and taking charge.

She tore the buttons from his shirt with her teeth, like an animal taking its prey, and she felt every drop of that power as she dragged the metal gun across his now naked chest. She flicked the tip of her hot tongue over both of his nipples and then covered one with the business end of the gun.

They both went crazy on each other, until the fulmination of their lovemaking resulted in their simultaneous combustion.

Kelsey screamed her release softly as Terrance yelled, “Oh God, yeesss,” filling the air as he filled Kelsey.

Finally, his softening member throbbed and jumped in the silky, wet confines of her pussy, and she smiled wickedly. Kelsey realized that she would have to use the element of surprise more often.

 

 

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