Passion's Invocation

Uneasy Over

He had been a fair weather friend at best, and his weather had been much fairer than hers. He didn’t want to be with her no matter how she had hoped and hurt.

He had been her choice regardless of his shortcomings. That was how she loved, inherently, instinctively, overlooking human weaknesses. Nothing mattered next to the one she held in her heart.

She had been available and alone too long. He’d only noticed when it was convenient for him. Now that he had no other options, he had decided to be her company.

Maybe she didn’t have much, and maybe she never would, but she had gotten out with what little was left of her pride and self-esteem still intact.

He hadn’t given a damn if she’d needed him. She had suffered the worst alone. She had given her all to be there for him. She knew that the time was now and that a moment later would be too late.

She tied on her running shoes with double knotted bows. Where she ran screaming to, nobody knows.

She had no one and nothing to run to, but she arrived there alone again. She felt empty, battered, sad and used, but knew it was the right thing to do. She had to save herself now.

That was all she needed to be, along with being temporarily free. It was hard and it hurt like hell, but it was action based on facts. To her It was typical, another uneasy over and another hard beginning.

by Wildfire8470

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Iowa Assignment

Iowa Assignment

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Mia stood resolutely in her boss’ office, with white-knuckled hands gripping the edge of his desk. 


“You’re sending me to Iowa? Iowa? For God’s sake, Hal! I said I needed time to think not miles and miles of nothing to do,” she argued.


“You’re going,” he stated emphatically.



“Hal! I’m a Reporter! What in hell is there to report in friggin’ Iowa? Did someone see Jesus in a cloud,” she spat with incredulity.


“Mia, you’re getting married in a month. Even if you don’t attend the meeting, I’m making you go. Go and think about this,” Hal insisted, not backing down.
 

His face was filled with concern and his brows furrowed every time he looked in her direction. Mia took a deep breath and relented slightly,


“Enforced vacation,” she queried.



“Yes,” he said unapologetically, “You’re engaged but not wearing his ring. Face it, there’s something wrong in paradise. Spend some time at Sycamore Access. Take some fabulous pictures. Sit by the river and really think about this. You’re not happy, Mia.”



Mia stepped back and took a seat in the leather chair, recalling how arguments as vehement as this one used to end in wildly passionate sex. Her heart dropped from chest to feet. She knew he was right.


“Okay,” Mia agreed, “On one condition,” she said with a hungry smile as she stood and walked toward him.


Hal grinned tentatively, backing up in his seat, warning, “Mia,” but she knew he still wanted her as much as she wanted him.



Mia approached like a cat preparing to pounce. Hal pushed his chair back until it hit the wall. He was trapped. She grinned licking her lips.


She unzipped her skirt and stepped out of a black half-slip revealing garte belt, black stockings and heels. She leaned down to unbuckle his belt and remove his dress slacks.


“Mia,” Hal warned, drawing her name out, “What are you doing? Remember, you’re en—”


She placed two fingers over his mouth and quietly shushed him, “Shhh. Don’t,” she instructed him.


Hal fell silent. They hadn’t made love in months. Both had reluctantly agreed that an office romance was entirely too complicated, especially in an office filled with nosy reporters.


Finally he was naked from the waist down and Mia seized the moment. He was already harder than she had ever seen him and closed her lips around him. She ran her tongue around the head of his stiff cock as his head fell back and he releasing a groan.


Mia pushed him fully into her mouth through tight, sucking lips while stroking his length with her warm, moist tongue. Slowly, she pulled away and straddled him. Hal gripped her ass whispering how he had missed this.


“Mmm hmm,” she replied, unable to speak intelligently. Mia watched his face, his closed eyes, the wrinkles in his brow disappearing, and then pushed up and down his entire length. God, he was hard.



Hal grasped her tight little ass cheeks more tightly and stood to push her down on his desk. She pulled up her knees and perched four-inch stilettos at the edge of his desk while he ravaged her, kissing her everywhere he could reach, pounding her tight wetness while his balls slapped her ass.

Hal pinched her pink nipples softly squeezing her full, aching breasts, making consummate love until they built a crescendo that insisted on release.


Mia bit her lip hard to stifle a scream, and he held his breath as his thick girth throbbed inside of her.


By the time they were spent, it looked like a small bomb had detonated in his office, just like old times, Mia reminisced. She knew it was now or never. She had him exactly where she wanted him.


Mia’s breath caught as he softened, still sheathed deeply within her, and said,  “Please Hal, don’t make me go.”


She plead batting eyelashes slightly as Hal reached for his desk drawer. She waited pensively, wondering what he would find to use for a makeshift toy. Instead, he retrieved the airline ticket and stuffed it into her parted crimson lips.



“You’re going,” he said staunchly.



Mia groaned, rolling her eyes, and mumbled around the envelope, “Alone or tickets for two?”



Hal turned to retrieve clothing insisting, “Alone, then, we’ll think about what comes next,” with the grin of a cat with canary feathers protruding from its mouth.



“Okay, okay,” she laughed at his determination, “but I’m already looking forward to my return!”



“I’ll pick you up at the airport,” Hal taunted, “Wear something sexy and no underwear except stockings and garters.”



Mia grinned at her victorious defeat knowing that she wouldn’t have as much to think over, now that they were beginning again.


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Love and Lust, Passion's Invocation

Naked Beauty 2

Naked Beauty

Part 2

 

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Part 1:  Naked Beauty 
  
 

Gizelle looked Jermaine straight in the eye, feeling as though she could read his emotions and really tried to. Jermaine tried to speak but could not form words.

  

She was looking into his eyes and straight down into his soul. He felt as though she was seeing every one of his most intimate secrets while he was drinking in her beautiful face and loving nature. He was overcome with the intoxication of it, and realized that her incredible beauty was so much more than skin deep.

  

That thought registered and hit him like a sack of hammers to the head. He tried to look away, but Gizelle cupped his face in her hands and drew him in to hold him tightly.

  

With both of them on their knees, holding onto each other, Jermaine could see that she was at least five or ten years younger than he was, yet she didn’t feel young to him.

  

She is frighteningly wise beyond her years, he mused. Most women her age are terribly silly and self-absorbed, he recalled, but there is something about this woman, something deep and profound that I must know and understand.

  

He struggled for the right words, though the language barrier was hard enough, but with her naked warmth pressed to him desire was driving him to distraction and he could neither think nor focus, so he held onto her like she was his last vestige of hope.

  

This is not a choice, he realized, It’s a calling. Suddenly he thought of Vera and swallowed hard not knowing if, or how he was going to explain what had transpired here. He held Gizelle more tightly and offered up a silent prayer.

  

Gizelle felt his discomfort, but she would not let him go until she felt his anguish ease. She had never seen such desolation in a man before, though it brought hard memories to the fore. She pushed them back into the past. There would be far too much time to deal with memories later.

  

She ran soft fingers up and down his back and then locked him into her embrace again, meaning to offer Jermaine succor, though she was not entirely sure why his suffering had stricken her so profoundly. She only knew that this was right, that it felt very right in ways she had not intended, though he did not push her away.

  

Finally, a soft sigh escaped him and again she placed her hands at his cheeks, as her deep-set eyes searched his own. He appeared relieved and happier now. She read contentment on his face and gave him a grateful smile.

  

Gizelle kissed his cheek, got to her feet, scooped up her blanket, and tossed a farewell over her shoulder, “Adiós mi amigo Tal vez te vea de nuevo algún día. Goodbye, my friend. Perhaps I will see you again someday.”

  

Jermaine hesitated to move, still feeling the warmth of her naked, silken curves pressed to him. His skin tingled with expectant anticipation yet he hadn’t made a move. He hadn’t dared.

  

Shaking his head, he sorted his racing thoughts. It’s too new, too deep, real and special, and I was frightened she would scamper away — as she just did! He scrambled to get to his feet but stopped, still kneeling.

  

Jermaine smiled softly and sifted through the sand to find her ring beneath his knee. He made a mental note of a small diamond set in yellow gold and then studied the direction in which she had departed.

  

Gizelle had just rounded a corner and he lost sight of her. She must have managed a quick change in a dark corner, he noted.

  

He stood with renewed purpose and pocketed the ring. Darkness fell with a light mist hanging in the air, which did not not deter him. He started after her, following at a safe distance.

  

Keeping to the safety of shadows, he felt like a stalker, but secure in the knowledge that if she exited his life again, he would know where to find her. I will never lose her again, he strengthened his resolve.

  

Gizelle ducked into a small cafe, obviously familiar with the place. He watched her conversing with a waiter who lead her to an outdoor table.

  

Jermaine paused, fondling the ring and watching her smile, searching for anything which would denote that the waiter was more than a friend. He studied her features and wondered who had given it to her.

  

It could be an engagement ring or possibly a promise ring, he decided, feeling the first stirrings of unfamiliar jealousy, but then realized that he hadn’t thought of Vera for longer than a fleeting moment. Jealousy vacated in lieu of reality as he was newly filled with volition and compelled to continue.

  

Gizelle reappeared and continued to a modest house not far from the cafe. He wondered how she afforded it and whether she was living with the man who gave her the ring. He scribbled the address on a receipt from his wallet.

  

Jermaine pushed it back into his jeans and turned to go, whispering a wish torn straight from his soul, “We will see each other again and ‘someday’ cannot arrive soon enough for me.”

  

He continued on his stroll back to the hotel and caught himself smiling and feeling happier than he had been in a very long time.

  

He lay awake late into the night, turning her ring over between his fingers, thinking of what a delicate flower she seemed, yet how much strength and sensitivity it had taken to recognize pain in a stranger’s eyes and drop her own immediacy to hold and comfort him.

  

You are beautiful inside and out and I already long to possess you, he thought, as he tucked the jewelry into his pocket and fell into fitful sleep only a few hours before sunrise.

  
  

 

Naked Beauty, Part 3

  
  

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Hungry

Hungry

 

 

I am agitated, pacing the floor with my skin prickling. I’m thinking of you and I am hungry for you, and constantly remembering; the night I lay in your bed, curled into your back to spoon you, allowing my hands free access to roam.

 

The memories come to me, though I rarely ask for them; the day I tried to swallow your shaft, gripping your sweet, spankable ass cheeks, the perfection of trailing my lips up your hard thighs and caressing you with my tongue, nuzzling and breathing you in. The memories comfort and assault making me hate when we’re apart even more than is usual.

 


My thoughts are too inflamed and tumultuous. I cannot handle this heated torment another second, so I get up to make coffee, mumbling, “Need caffeine by the truckload,” and then pace the kitchen floor, waiting for it to brew.

 

I am walking for lack of any other release. My fingers long to touch and wrap around your long, thick manhood, trying to memorize you indelibly, from my fingertips to my wanting, greedy palms. I can still feel the handfuls that made me spread my fingers just to cup your full, firm balls.




 

Finally I shake my head clear and check the coffee pot. Why is everything taking too long? Everything in my life is hurry up and wait!

 

My home is too small to contain my anxious person and defiant thoughts. The last cock shot was the last straw. I need you right here right now! I bolt angrily from the house to go walk it off.

 

Heading out onto the beach, the moon is punctuated by high clouds drifting across the night sky. I break into a sprint and cover a quarter mile before I am winded. 


Stopping to catch my breath, I bend spontaneously and my hands land on my knees. The feel of your steely shaft returns to me. Your iron cock is burning hot, hard, and ready, as though forged in fire. 


“Stop it! Don’t think,” I scream my impotent aggravation into the salt-sea air, “Walk it off! Go!”

 

I begin again as midnight waves pound the shore with an oddly satisfying Rush, whoosh, and smack.

 For a moment, I am mesmerized, and I pause to watch the sea claim the sand dragging it back to the ocean. Claiming its own love no doubt.

 

Again I shake the thoughts from my mind and focus on running. 


Another mile passes before I drop to the sand exhausted. For a long moment, I realize I have been trying to outrun my own thoughts, but your words return to me as though you are whispering them to me right now. “You’re mine.” Rush, whoosh, smack.



 

I close my eyes letting your voice blend with the waves and the sounds I’ve grown to love. Your mine. Rush, whoosh, smack, and I spread my fingers to feel the forceful ocean reclaiming its own. 


Water and sand trickle through my fingers, lulling me into sleep with its perfect cadence. Rush, whoosh and smack. You’re mine. You’re mine. Rush, whoosh, smack. Mine. Only mine.

 

The call of a night bird wakes me and you are instantly in mind. I open my eyes to take stock of my surroundings.

 

The moon is behind thick clouds now, the beach is still deserted, and daylight is nowhere near. Rush, whoosh and smack. I need you so badly it hurts and I don’t relish the walk back feeling like this.

 


Instead, I turn to lay on my back and ease my zipper down, listening hard for anything nearby. Then I push my jeans off and bend at the knees, enjoying the feel of a summer breeze caressing my nether regions. Rush, whoosh and smack.

 

Conjuring your naked body in mind, I close my eyes and slide my fingertips down my abdomen in between my legs. You’re mine. Rush, whoosh, smack.


 Your voice commands me; a distant whisper that is ever present in me. Just hearing you sends my thighs up in flames as I stroke my hot needy clitoris. Rush, whoosh and smack.

 

With you, I am brazen under cover of darkness. I long to feel your weight on top of me and the picture of us is instant, too easily returning to me as I try to ease my own wanton desires. Rush, whoosh, smack.



 

The first touch is an electric spark and I imagine your strong, masterful hands stroking me with one finger and plunging the other into my aching wetness.


 I’m on fire for you and I need your completion. I am twisting and writhing as you tear off your swim trunks and drive your sword straight into my molten center. Rush, whoosh, smack.



 

A cry escapes me, blending into the night sounds. Rush, whoosh, smack.

 You’re mine now. You were made to be mine, and you slam your iron need into me harder, making me whimper but not ending this sweet torture. Rush, whoosh, smack.




 

“Say it and I’ll give you release,” you taunt, pulling your hard length back so I am barely clinging to the tip of your cock. Rush, whoosh, smack.



 

For a moment, I am defiant but I imagine your stare. You hold my gaze with your own, waiting for my surrender. Rush, whoosh, smack.

 

In another moment, I collapse in fiery, urgent need as you drive your iron cock into me harder than you ever have, and in the moment before you steal my breath, I whisper, I’m yours. Brand me your own.”

 


Finally, you slam into me harder and faster until orgasm claims us, sending both of us tumbling into ecstasy, and my cunt is throbbing hard around your staff, jumping and throbbing in my wet sheath and spilling your seed into me. Rush, whoosh, smack.



 

When I am satiated and no longer trembling I open my eyes again, knowing that I am safe in the night, restored in loving you and in sharing ultimate release, exchanging energy that lends me strength.

 

Finally, I am strong enough to wash and frolic in the waves, to face the long walk back, and to endure the time and space between us, ever hungry.

 


Rush, whoosh, smack.

 

 

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