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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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Erotic Romance, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Microliterature, Passion's Invocation, Tuesday Teaser

Finally

Finally

 

Finally

 

Slowly, I am dragging the tip of my hot tongue up the beast, lightly suckling until I can nuzzle your balls while I kneel between your thighs. You are harder than I knew you could be and I want to linger here, breathing hotly against your erection as I explore and learn you again.

You are urging me to quicken the pace, but I have you trapped exactly where I want you, kissing and suckling your balls, stroking your cock, and memorizing you with my lips and tongue.

I am tasting, titillating, and lingering overlong, knowing that you cannot pull away, and loving this sweet torment because it was so very hard won.

I move to find the best position in which to stroke you lightly with the tips of my fingers, scalding a trail on your skin and building a desirous tempest. I tighten my hand around your hard length as I suck your full, firm balls into my hungry mouth.

You drive your hands into my hair, shaking with desire, and I am loathe to let this moment change, but cannot stop myself. I increase suction of my wanting lips as I stroke you harder and faster, but change incrementally to unbalance what you expect.

This is a battle of wills and I intend to be victorious, so I lick, stroke, and nip at your nerves of steel and powerful resolve, silently assuring myself, I will break your stubborn concentration.

The aching dampness between my thighs is nearly more than I can stand. I need your fulfillment, but more than that, I want to tattoo you; to bruise and brand you with bruises and tiny nips to your marble strength.

Holding your erection with one hand, I am moving my lips and tongue up and down your growing girth, sucking hard and then softly, quickening and then moving with maddening slowness; tasting, kissing, fondling, and feeling your balls and butt cheeks with the other.

You’re trembling with need, longing for release, but I grip your the perfect curve of your ass with both hands and spank you hard, showing you no mercy, as I battle your obstinate will. I am trying to shove you past your determined precipice to send you reeling into ecstasy, when suddenly your emotional armor begins to fail.

I have been aching for this moment, when I feel your tenacious grip slip and I move to wrap my tongue around your rampant desire, sliding skillfully up your strong shaft, branding you with my lips all the way down to your soul.

Just as you reach the end of your control, I pull you to me hard and tilt my head back to feel the entire thick length of you pulsing in my throat, and I swallow hard against the last of your aching erection, spasming within the tight confines there, and adding the element of pressure to the last of your orgasm.

When I have drained you entirely, I curl into your muscled arms, softly breathing, “I love you” against your hard chest and close my eyes. Both of us have finally found release, assurance and fulfillment, to dream of until I wake you in the morning.

“Good night, my Bit,” you whisper, and the love in your voice ushers me into sleep, filled with assurance that it is all I need to make my life whole and complete.

 

 
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©May 8, 2018 at 9:34 PM – All Rights Reserved
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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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© April 22, 2018 at 8:13 AM

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Eve, Neil, and Adam 2

Eve, Neil, and Adam

Part 2

Eve

 

Eve sat in her Firebird thinking about canceling vacation but the idea of selective companionship, already programmed with her personal data, became too tempting to turn down. She realized, I would not have to lift a finger. I will have a robot slave. After some time weighing her options, with Adam slumped next to her in the passenger seat, Eve decided to pamper herself and recover from her breakup alone, but not entirely.

 

Working for a company with the leading technology, innovation, and inventions had its perks. Instead of the difficult process of meeting a new man, or bringing a friend, it was going to complicate things. There was work, vacation time, and schedules to consider. Eve had another option. A better one, she smiled to herself.

 

She put on her business face and dialed Neil from the parking lot. “Neil,” she began, “I’m sorry about earlier. I’d be happy to make this a working vacation. Is the project entirely ready to roll”?

 

“Yes, Neil answered, noticeably relieved, “we have implanted new programming, sensors, and circuitry, some of which may surprise you. It is nothing to be worried about, but we do need to test it in the field. Just take notes and keep a log of behaviors. Now that it has the capacity to learn from its own technology, field work is imperative”.

 

“Of course, is there anything else I should be aware of”?

 

“Nothing I can think of just now. Bring your phone. If you observe unacceptable words or behaviors, shut it down and call me. I can run diagnostic tests and do further programming from here”.

 

“Okay, Neil. Do you have any parting instructions”?

 

“Yes, actually. Remember to enjoy your vacation, Eve. I’ll need you to be tip top when you come back,” Neil said softly, “and don’t get lost in the mountains or eaten by a bear”.

 

Eve blushed. She knew that Neil was fond of her but tended to forget about it while at work. Typically, he was all business all the time.

 

“I won’t,” she smiled demurely, “but if a mountain man comes to take me away from all this, you’re out of luck,” she laughed.

 

Eve was actually relieved that she did not have to concern herself with schedules, awkwardness, or getting to know someone new. Adam was not going to care if she dropped a two-ton safe on his head. She could engage and disengage him at will, and pack him into the car and shut him down. However, it certainly does not hurt that he looks real and hot, she smiled.

 

She checked into a cabin that was all she had wanted for vacation this year. It was rustic and tucked into trees overlooking a freshwater lake just beyond the hill. The mountains smelled of fresh air, damp earth, and pine. Eve had longed for this place. She breathed in the mountain air, filling her lungs with the taste of vitality, indelibly memorizing a place that could cleanse her soul.

 

The pile of logs by the front door spoke of long evenings relaxing by the fireplace with brandy snifter and a new romance novel in hand that she had not cracked the cover on yet. The lake tugged at her thoughts, beckoning her to take a loaf of bread and go feed the evening creatures. She looked into the sky knowing there was not a lot of daylight left.

 

Eve clicked a button on her tiny remote and Adam came to life, sitting up and squaring his shoulders. With several more manipulations, Adam was ready to act real. She then sat at a table perusing the programming manual, running minor diagnostics, and thinking about the Romance Software Package. No, not yet, she decided.

 

She closed the laptop and went to work opening windows and shaking dust off the blankets, pillows, and comforters in the cabin, which sat closed and stagnant for a year before her arrival. Exhaustion set in as she hung the last blanket on the line.

 

As though he had read her thoughts, Adam turned and said, “I’ll build a fire and prepare dinner. Would you like an apéritif”?

 

She nodded her agreement and Adam poured a snifter of black cherry brandy. Reclining in an overstuffed chair, Eve admired the handsome look of this model, from his wavy hair down to his well-muscled buttocks. She ached to grip his flesh in her hands and draw his body tightly to hers.

 

Catching the turn of her thoughts, she jumped from her chair as though it were on fire, and rummaged through her bag for her smartphone. Eve opened a page, determined to begin her log.

 

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, knowing that Neil would read it. She decided to begin with brief notes, which she would alter before anyone could be the wiser. Quickly she pecked out Remember, that is not real skin. Project Adam is not a real man. Control your machine.

 

Suddenly, Adam touched her shoulder and asked if he could draw a bath for her. She gave a silent nod of approval, and then realized she had not programmed Adam with the Romance Package. She knew instantly that Neil had programmed it from the office. Neil, I’m going to get even for this and it won’t be pretty, she threatened in mind, but first, I’m taking a steaming hot bath, you lucky bastard.

 

As darkness shrouded the wooded cabin, Eve manipulated buttons to impart instructions and then moved to sit before a roaring fire while Adam cleaned up dinner. She snuggled into several overstuffed pillows, wrapped in a bathrobe with her freshly scrubbed skin scented lavender.

 

Eve fell into deep, restorative sleep, thinking, I am still going to get you for this, Neil.

 

As if he had heard the threat, a cold chill ran down Neil’s spine. He chuckled to himself wondering what torment she planned to unleash on him when she returned. Cringing, he whispering under his breath, I hope she does not kill the project. He costs more than my house.

 

 

By Wildfire8470

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©December 17, 2017 at 12:27 AM

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