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Hunger

By: pamela69



She was hot and horny.  Maybe it was the endless days of rain recently, forcing everyone but the ducks inside their homes to escape the alternating cold, damp drizzle and even colder, torrential downpours.  Maybe it was because it had been too long since she had that delightful feel of a man’s erect organ pounding her soft, moist cunt.  She was cold and shivering from the constant damp cool air.  And she was hungry.  She was hungry for the taste of her man’s cum and she was hungry for the pounding of his cock inside her.  She longed for hours of hot sweaty activities:  laying nude on a warm Florida beach, a hot bubble bath, sweaty, playful sex romps in the bedroom followed by hot relaxing showers.

The stimulation continued to build on yet another chilly dreary day.  Russ and Pam had gone to Orlando to view some beautiful homes then kicked back at home to watch an afternoon movie.  As the rain fell you could hear the distant rumble of thunder.  The air was cool and without a blanket her hands and feet grew cold also.  But as the movie progressed her pussy grew warm and moist.  She turned to lay on her side and with her knees slightly bent she could reach around to lightly stroke her upper leg and ass.  He caught what she was doing after a few minutes and simply smiled at her.  He was so close that she could have just reached out and touched him but couldn’t.  She wanted to desperately.  She wanted to feel the warmth of his body against hers.  She refrained but continued to think about it during the movie as she played with her nipples.  She closed her eyes and imagined laying there watching the movie as he surprised her quickly but secretly pushing a large dildo in her inviting pussy.  The movie ended and she went to bed that night still hungry.

Later that week the skies cleared.  Once again the warmth of the sun could be felt as you’d gaze at a beautiful blue sky.  Pam was sunning herself nude in the backyard when she decided it was a good time to invite some of her friends over for a bar-b-q.  It had been quite some time since she had invited friends to get together.  She needed the time to become accustomed to her new living arrangement.  That Saturday afternoon her friends joined her at her new home.  As always they laughed, drank, and gossiped.  When Russ arrived later (the expert grill master) it was time to eat.  As he grilled they laughed, drank, and gossiped more.  And he wondered—as he had so many other times in life—what makes these women tick.  Then he learned.  

He couldn’t quite believe the words he heard from Pam’s mouth, “Dear, I told them what a beautiful cock you have.  Come over here and show it to them.”  And since he’s one who is up for anything he complied.  She reached out to remove his shorts as he approached.  Four women sitting, waiting to see his cock.  The thought made his pulse quicken.  She dropped his shorts to the floor and took his cock in her mouth while he was standing before her.  He was standing there with his cock in her mouth and she was sliding it in and out of her mouth while her three friends watched, one of whom was bisexual and two who were married.  Russ knew Pam liked to be watched and that made him more excited.  He was already hard when one of the married women said he was a bit larger than her husband and wanted to suck it. He thought these women were kidding and looked at Pam.  She still had his cock in her mouth and she looked up at him as if to say, “it’s okay with me if it is okay with you”.  He nodded in agreement and she took him deep in her mouth one more time sucking hard as she removed her mouth.  She stood and gestured for him to take her seat as the married woman sat down her drink and moved from the other side of the table.  She kneeled before him taking his cock in her mouth, sliding her moistened tongue over the head and closing her lips around his shaft.  It felt good.  Not quite as good as his own girl but when a woman is sucking your cock and there are three other women there…well, he couldn’t find anything to complain about.  After a few minutes the married woman stopped.  Pam removed her t-shirt and bra and lay on top of the table with her head tilted back ready for him again.  Her tits were totally exposed for him and her friends.  He moved closer to the table inserting a now rock hard cock in her mouth.  She reached her arms above her head placing her hands on the back of his thighs and moving him closer and deeper in her mouth.  Maybe it was the drinks she had but she was deep throating him and enjoying every moment of it.  Her bi friend had removed her shirt as well and was now sucking her nipples.  He couldn’t believe this was happening.  His girlfriend was deep throating him while one woman was pushing her body against his back, another woman was kissing his neck, a bi friend sucked his girlfriend’s nipples, and all of them were playing with themselves in some other manner.  He exploded in her mouth, all over her face and tits as the bi-friend wrapped her lips around him for a taste of his delicious dessert as well.  He thought he would collapse but managed to leave the patio while the friends helped clean up by licking his girlfriend clean of his cum.  

Later, after her friends left she collapsed in bed next to him for a nap.  It was one of the small pleasures in life they enjoyed.  He power napped.  She took slumber naps awaking much later to the sound of running water.  She stirred for a moment then sat up when he walked in.  He leaned over, gave her a kiss then said simply, “thank you”.  She smiled back at him and asked about the water.  He had lit candles in the bathroom and was drawing a hot bubble bath for her.  He had also prepared a large glass of ice water then escorted her to the tub of warm water.  He watched her nude body slip beneath the bubbles and left the room knowing full well what she still wanted.

It was time to return the favor.  He returned to her bath a short time later telling her that dinner would be ready within the hour.  She smiled.  He took a sponge and began to sponge her bubbly body.  First her neck and back.  Her arms and a quick light massage of her fingers and hands.  Next her breasts, where he paused for a few moments to play with her nipples.  Then her legs beginning first with her feet.  He worked his way high up her inner thigh inserting his large manly fingers in her still hot pussy.  Her body slid in a relaxed way in the tub and she sighed a quiet moan.  He knew that is what she wanted and more.  He finger fucked her and kissed her until she about to climax then stopped.  She protested but her words went unheard.  He had to return to dinner.  He reminded her that they were having company for dinner and that she should get out of the tub and dressed soon then left the room.  She grumbled under her breath and returned to relaxing in the tub.  But only for a moment.  She needed more and needed it now.  She scrambled out of the tub to the bedroom looking for something to satisfy her throbbing pussy.  She couldn’t find the toys they had played with in the past and she collapsed on the bed wondering where he had put them.  She decided he would pay for it later then chose a sleek, revealing dress for dinner.  

Russ had invited a couple of business associates to dinner.  They shared an evening of good food and good company then Pam excused herself to bed.  They were discussing business and she had grown tired.  She wore nothing to bed hoping he would finish what he had started earlier, laid down her head and drifted off to sleep.  The guys spoke of business for a bit then the conversation turned.  One of them said that he hoped this wouldn’t be taken offensively but that he had noticed Pam’s hard nipples through the thin dress she was wearing at dinner.  There was complete silence for a moment then he smiled and replied in agreement then shared his early afternoon experience.  He told his associates that he realized what a lucky man he was but that he didn’t know how to repay the incredible gift given to him earlier.  The other associate admitted he had caught her earlier looking at the bulge in his pants then noticed her coy smile.  He believed he could help his colleague return this erotic favor to his girlfriend.

Pam was still sleeping when she first felt a kiss on her lips.  She smiled in her thoughts as she felt his tongue press through her lips deep into her mouth.  He kissed her again deep and passionately then whispered to her, “trust me, just relax and enjoy”.  He kissed her again but this time her arms were being pulled to the side.  Quickly, before she could fully comprehend what was taking place her legs were spread and bound tightly but softly.  His hand was on her breast, playing with her nipple but there were more hands.  One on each leg and arm.  Each of them applied a soft gentle massaging touch as they worked their way from her hands and feet to her breasts and inner thighs.  Now it was her pulse quickening.  She opened her eyes slightly, revealing a dazed confused and slightly concerned look.  He just gave a reassuring smile, kissed her on the forehead then disappeared from her view.  Each of the associates, fully undressed, was on either side of her, their hands exploring her body.  They were teasing her pussy coming close to it but never touching it.  One of them straddled her with his cock in her face.  She took it in her mouth hoping that as soon as she got it hard it would fuck her pleading cunt.  She sucked him hard and deep and fast.  Her breath quickened as she groaned, her pelvis grinding against a cock that wasn’t there.  Suddenly she felt a tongue kiss her thigh and move quickly to the folds of her pink flesh.  She felt him lapping her pussy from the entrance to her clit.  He fucked her pussy with his tongue, in and out, around and around and gave her clit a quick little suck.  She moaned in ecstasy and forgot about the cock in front of her.  But that was okay.  She was ready to be fucked and he climbed off of her face moving to the foot of the bed.  She was wet enough to easily slid right in and he noticed quickly just how “hot” she was.  He fucked her dripping cunt for several minutes feeling her tight box around his cock then stepped to the side to watch another take her.  He, too, humped her pussy then stopped on the verge of explosion.  The submissive cock whore pleaded to be released.  Her man appeared before her again and explained that if she would behave as a good little cock whore should that she could be released from her bondage.  She promised compliance and was released.  She massaged their balls and fucked their cocks with her mouth while they took turns pumping their cocks in her wet pussy.  She was enjoying every moment.  Her man ordered her to her hands and knees.  It was now his turn.  He slid himself in her and told her to suck.  She hesitated for a moment.  She knew he expected immediate compliance but she needed a moment to catch her breath.  Too late.  She felt the sting of his whip on her ass.  She opened her mouth and began to suck again.  The other had moved underneath her and she could now feel a tongue on her clit, a cock in her cunt, and a cock in her mouth with intermittent stings of her lover’s whip.  Pure ecstasy.  She came again and again.  There was just one more thing she wanted and he knew how to give it to her.  

She lay on the bed on her back with each of them around her.  Her man brought out a massive dildo—12 inches and 2 ½ inches thick--and ordered her to fuck it.  Both of the other men looked at each other, her, then their associate and asked, “she’s going to fuck that?”  It was larger than any of them.  He positioned himself above her head, handed it to her and told them to watch.  Each of them were on either side of her watching her fuck this enormous dildo.  They watched as she slid this monstrosity deep in her beautiful cunt.  She fucked it deep and hard.  And she came loud and hard.  As expected they all got off watching her take it in her pussy.  Within moments of each other they all exploded on her.  Her mouth, her face, her tits and her stomach.  Then she laid there eating it up using her finger as a spoon to bring their creamy cum to her mouth.  She smiled and thanked both of them for helping him give this incredible gift.  Both agreed it was their pleasure to do so, cleaned up and left.

The couple lay in bed for a bit longer catching their breaths from the spectacular event.  The sweet scent of sweat, pussy juice and cum hung heavy in the air.  He invited her to the shower and cleaned her with just his hands and slippery soap.  She did the same for him and if both hadn’t been so tired they surely would have fucked again.  But it was late and tomorrow was another day to be filled with delightfully unexpected joys….

Hunger



Lyle is hungry. 

It seeps from his body like a wave of corruption to spread about him. It shines like a dark light, touching every woman he passes in the street.

And they know it. Like animals, aware of a scent, they recognise him as he passes them by, seeing him for what he is; Hungry. A man starving with lust.

Lyle sits alone in his apartment as a wisp of cigarette smoke curls from his hand in the darkening light. Outside, the city is beginning to come alive as the annual Jazz festival gets under way, but in the apartment, amongst the deep shadows around the single armchair, Lyle sits motionless.

He listens to the thumping beats and squealing saxophones which echo in the distance with a mind consumed with sexual longing. Even the rain is erotic in Lyle's head. Droplets run together on the cold glass of his window, joining and flowing with slick ease.

He takes a long hard drag at the cigarette, listening to its faint crackle. 

From the landing comes the sound of his neighbour's door opening. Keys jangle briefly, then her shoe's clatter down the stairs, fading into the sound of the city's dark Jazz heart beat, and even in his apartment, Lyle detects the faintest trace of perfume in the air.

The door to the street slams shut behind her with a resounding bang, as if Lyle is the only person left in the building now.

He takes another sip of cold coffee, and fumbles for another cigarette.

The rain suddenly grows more urgent. It's hammering on the window demands his attention and he walks over to the window to hang his head in the night air. Four storeys below, the street is empty but for the rows of dark cars.

He lets the rain soak his hair until he feels the chill, then with an abrupt burst of optimism; he decides to check out the Jazz festival.

Money in one side, keys and lighter in the other, Lyle gropes in his pockets for change at the cigarette boutique on the city's main plaza.

Behind him, under a vast awning, a five man band is playing a contemporary fusion of Jazz to a loud thumping beat. The entire plaza is filled with people dancing, ignoring the rain.

Lyle stands on the steps of the bank, sheltered by its fake neo classical entrance, surrounded by the detritus of the urban landscape. Drunks, lonely people, ragged people, nodding to the music as they sell each other drugs.

He watches the dancers under the awning, shifting his eyes from each woman, searching for the one whose form pleases him the most. A pleasant young addict edges closer to him, a bottle of beer gripped in one small hand and sniffs loudly to catch his attention.

"Fiffy and I'll blow ya" she finally speaks when his glance slides from her back to the crowd. 

He ignores her, though he feels the intense burn of temptation. She shrugs and walks past him muttering under her breath and he watches her, debating with him self whether to follow after her and accept her offer, knowing he never will as she moves along the street searching amongst the men who stand there.

The hunger increases. It rears up within him, and he begins to walk slowly behind her, keeping his distance and letting his imagination run.

He imagines her naked, in a bed, in the light of the summer sun, whilst curtains flap in a light breeze. In his mind she is a jewel, buried by misfortune, just waiting to be found by him. He grants her intelligence and wit in his eagerness to be persuaded. She has a body, young and pert with small breasts that sit taunt and eager for his lips.

She stops to talk to a man who. Like Lyle is watching the dancers. A young man with wet, greasy looking hair and blonde stubble. He nods and follows her quickly down a side street and Lyle stands in the rain watching them disappear into the shadows.

He tries to move closer without being seen, but there is no cover, and an empty dizziness has already overtaken him. He turns back to the crowd of dancers and searches desperately for the packet of cigarettes.

Dancing, her hair loose and curling from the rain is Kirsty, his neighbour.

The cigarette, forgotten, soaks up the rain as he stares at her with eager eyes. Ever since she moved into twenty one B, his life has revolved around hers.

Without knowing it, she has become the focus for his sexuality these last six months, for each time she has brought home a man; Lyle has lain in his bed, listening to her.

At first she seemed chaste, but as time passed she became more daring. From brief conversations on the stairs, he has learned that she had moved out of a previous relationship, coming to the city to escape her former life and to find novelty, and perhaps a new future.

After the first, Lyle had rearranged his furniture, and now his bed rested against the same wall as hers.

Four times, Kirsty had brought home a man, and each time, he had listened to them eagerly, to their drunken laughter, to their desperate fucking. 

Mostly though, he had listened to her. To the sound of her.

Feigning indifference he moves through the dancers close by her, hoping to be noticed, but she dances on, unaware of anything but her friends, the music, and what ever it is that makes her laugh like that.

He stops when he has moved beyond her then returns back to tap her on the shoulder.

She turns with a smile which widens as she recognises him.

He shouts "hello", but the music drowns out his voice. Still she grabs his arm and leans closer to yell her reply, and to ask if he is alone. The smell of her moves through like a phantom.

He waggles his head, and she pointed to her friends, all of whom are dancing about her, young and fashionable students, but it's hard to see who they are, since the people around them seems to press in on all sides as if the whole crowd belong to her.

He nods his head energetically to their vague faces, sliding his eyes back to her to gauge her mood. 

She passes him her beer, and he takes it, the smell of her still in his head and the taste of the bottle, so recently from her mouth, making him giddy.

His eagerness to be bold surges in his stomach and he thinks he feels the blood moving in his inner thighs. He turns from her to scan the crowd, as if he might not be alone, then shrugs and smiles at her. 

She brushes long red hairs from her face as she returns his smile and resumes her dance. 

Lyle dances too.

As he does he almost falls, clumsy in the jostling crowd, but a man catches him. He looks up with a nervous smile into friendly brown eyes in a dark face and apologises soundlessly in the noise of the music. The black man smiles briefly in return, letting him go. His teeth flash white in the strobing darkness.

The song ends and the singer, his voice hoarse begins to name the band so Lyle moves closer to Kirsty, who is clapping dutifully with the crowd and asks if she would like another beer? She smiles and nods happily, meeting his eyes briefly.

Filling with screaming anticipation he presses his way to the beer tent where others are also headed as they take advantage of the lull in the music.

By the time Lyle has returned with two bottles, the music is resumed. The singer is into his second song since the interval, and Kirsty is no where to be seen. 

He searches the crowd and finds one of the student friends and pressing closer he lifts his head at her and questions her as to Kirsty's where abouts.

"Who?" the girl replies, shaking her head.

"Kirsty" he shouts at her. 

She shakes her head and shrugs and he realises that she has no idea who he is talking about. 

A cold drop of ice falls into the pit of his stomach and he seeks higher ground to scan the crowd. For ten minutes he stands on an overturned beer crate, the two bottles in his hands watching the crowd, until finally he throws them into the shadows where they burst into a ghost of foam on the concrete.

With sullen steps he turns towards home and walks out into the rain.

At the Greek's place he orders a pita, and sitting in the neon glow of the window, he watches the gaudily dressed young woman of the city passing by in huddles, giggling and laughing to each other. 

One catches his eye and smiles, but she passes the window too fast, and he stares at her retreating back with tight eyes.

It is approaching four in the morning when he lets himself back into his flat. 

Dropping his coat on the floor he kicks off his scuffed Oakley's and slumps into the armchair and fumbles for a cigarette, then silently, he stares at the grey screen of the TV, watching his dull reflection.

There is no sound from Kirsty's flat.

Like a waiting predator he sits in the silence.

Twenty minutes later the door to the street opens and he glances at the clock. It reads 04:14.

Silently he moves to his front door turning off the lights as he passes the switch. There are two sets of feet climbing the stairs and hushed voices though he knows it is Kirsty long before he hears her, or sees her through the spy hole.

Behind her comes the bald head of the black man from the dance floor. The cold lake in Lyle's belly, grows as heavy as lead as the Kirsty passes his door. 

As she fumbles with her keys, the black man stands before Lyle's door, unaware of the scrutiny, rubbing the rain from his chin, then his head until her door opens and they pass from sight.

The door slams shut behind them.

Lyle moves swiftly to his bed, turning off all the lights. From beyond the wall comes the muffled sound of voices, and laughter, and Lyle feels like crying. Shame and indignity fuel his desire though, and he strokes his erection through the fabric of his trousers.

As the voices grow quieter, he frees himself from his clothes and listens.

04:37 and he hears the bed creak. She murmurs something, her words unintelligible and the black man answers in a deeper, voice. Lyle's penis, now flaccid from the long silence, lifts itself softly. 

In his imagination he sees Kirsty lying on her back with the heavy black man between her legs. She talks to him softly, muttering her random thoughts to him as he kisses her lips, her cheeks. She asks him a question and he replies, but the answer is unheeded as his hand runs down her stomach to cup her sex.

He hears a faint sigh. The bed creaks slightly, but only once.

He is shifting his weight to allow better access to her, and she lets him, marvelling at the powerful image that their contrasting skin tones make, gazing up into his dark eyes as he touches her there. He is so dark, so big, that his mere presence is an erotic statement. He is all male, all consuming and all powerful. Holding her captive beneath him as his fingers explore her moist pink flesh.

There are no sounds from beyond the wall, and suddenly Lyle is afraid that nothing is happening, that he has set himself up for an anticlimax, but he holds his breath and concentrates, gently pressing his ear against the wall.

He can hear her breathing. He can hear small moans that ride unheeded in each deep breath she takes, and as the clock changes to 04:43 she utters a sudden gasp. Almost loud in the silence of the night, she pulls in a sudden intake of breath.

He can see her on the bed, her legs spread wide to the black man's tongue, her fingers gripping the bed as she strains against the onslaught of him.

"Oh" she repeats again, this time louder, "Oh yes!"

Lyle's erection throbs painfully, and he cannot but help touch it. It has dribbled, and he finds it wet and slippery in his fingers.

Something bangs against the wall silently, surprising him, and he realises her head is resting just below his own. She is almost whining now, uttering wordless cries that grow ever louder until suddenly she is coming, and so does he. 

Semen gushes from him and he holds his breath to remain silent as the orgasm brutally ignores him and empties its load onto his bed.

It is not a good orgasm. The pressure was too great and he feels cheated.

From beyond the wall, Kirsty's voice also grows suddenly quiet and he freezes, fearing against reason that he is discovered.

After a few minutes the man speaks and their bed creaks again as they move. 

He realises they are changing position.

Within seconds she cries out only this time her voice is different, now it is the coarse voice of woman being penetrated.

Lyle's erection never fades. As he listens to Kirsten's voice it fills painfully with blood until it is so hard that he can feel his heart beating in it. 

She seems to be speaking as they fuck, but her words are all but lost in the rhythm of the bed and only their tone reaches him. She is pleading with the black man, begging for him to fuck her. He can hear the word fuck each time she gasps it.

The black man fucks her. Gripping her shoulders, he takes her roughly from behind. 

He is not a rough person, but he enters her fast with the compassion of brutality that she craves, bouncing her back against his every thrust and enjoying the sight of her buttocks, each time they are pressed against his darker skin.

Lyle listens as the man speaks.

She answers at first with trepidation, but then as he speaks again, she replies with wanton eagerness.

"Yes" Lyle hears her say. "I want it"

She wants it? He feels himself trembling with pent up excitement at the anticipation of what they are going to do.

From beyond the wall there is a long silence. Finally it is broken by her voice, quiet at first, then rising in a declaration of pain and satisfaction until suddenly her voice becomes muffled.

Once more, slowly at first, but then with new urgency, the bed begins to creak and her muffled voice begins to cry out in short laboured cries.

"Oh my God" he hears her say.

The black man mutters something, a question, and she answers, again with the same pitiful happiness. 

Lyle comes, this time falling back onto his bed as his body pumps the juice from his pounding hand as a great wave of heat and emotion sweep through him. 

He lies there slowly masturbating his now tender sex, listening to Kirsty take it as the black man, seemingly in no hurry, abuses her eager body until finally, as she sobs happily, he comes with a series of sharp exclamations.

The clock reads 05:00.



Hunger



I watch my reflection in the mirror as I fix my hair. I hear you walking down the hall and you come up to stand behind me.

"I'm ready when you are," you say.

"Let me just touch up my lipstick," I reply.

I take the lipstick off the bathroom counter and lean closer to the mirror for a better view. I watch your reflection, your eyes on mine.

As I apply the color, I feel your hands on my waist. I look at your reflection, your eyes still on me, and smile.

I lean up and put the lipstick back on the counter. You step closer and run your hands up my back to my shoulders. Your hands are always soft and your touch always melts me.

Your fingers slide under my bra straps, pushing them down a bit. You lean over and kiss my shoulder and a back of my neck.

Your hands move back down my back to my waist as you pull me closer to you. You push your hips against me, and I feel your hard cock on my leg. I moan with wicked thoughts running my head, absorbed in your touch.

I lean back into you, my back against your chest as your hands move slowly and softly up my sides.

You lean your head on my shoulder, watching your hands caress my stomach. I lean my head against yours and wrap my arms around your neck.

I close my eyes as I feel your fingers brush over my breasts. Your fingers trace along my bra and you slide just the tips of your fingers under the cup.

I feel you lean away from me and I lean forward. I feel your hands unhooking my bra. You run the palms of your hands over my naked back after the last hook is undone.

I moan at your touch and your hands slide under my bra straps and you pull them down to my elbows. You lean against my back again.

I put my hands on your forearms as you pull my bra down, freeing my breasts. Your hands cup them lightly, and you run a finger tip over my hard nipples. Running circles around my nipples, you place light kisses on my shoulder and neck.

I moan and push into you, pressing on your hard cock. You pull on my bra, and I lift my arms up. You pull the bra down the rest of my arms and drop it on floor.

I move my hands back to your forearms as your hands cup and caress my breasts again. You lean further into me, playing your hard cock against my leg. I moan and push back against you.

You move one hand down, over my stomach, touching lightly over my pussy, feeling its wetness through the fabric of my panties. You slide a finger under the fabric at the crotch and savor the wet heat.

I moan and arch my back at the touch. You move your hands to my waist, pulling down the sides of my panties.

You take a step back and pull them all the way down. I step out of them and turn around, facing you. You kneel on the floor between my legs and I slide on to the counter. You spread my legs and your tongue finds it's way to my hot clit. It slowly starts flicking back and forth, teasing it with the lightest touch.

I can feel my pussy getting wetter as you circle my clit. Your tongue slides down my sensitive lips, and I arch my back, deep moans coming from my lips.

You take my pussy lips in your mouth and start sucking. You slide a finger in my cunt, me legs trembling.

You flick my clit, making me squirm as your finger slides in and out. You can feel my clit getting harder on the tip of your tongue and you start licking it very fast. My moans get louder and I arch my back further.

You move your tongue down, sliding it between my pussy lips. It finds it's way to my wet pussy and you spread my lips with you fingers. Your tongue plays around my slippery cunt, my moans at a non-stop pace, my hips squirming with the pleasure.

Your tongue finds it's way between my wet lips and makes a plunge inside, tasting my sweet juices. You look up at me and watch me, my eyes closed, and listen to my moans.

You kiss my right inner thigh, moving up and kiss over my stomach. You stand up, kissing slowly up until you reach my right nipple, and your tongue brushes over it.

You move between my still spread legs. I whisper to drop your shorts and you do it quickly. Your mouth moves back to my nipple as you step between my legs again.

Your hands are on my waist as I feel you slide in, going all the way. Your strokes are steady as I wrap my arms around your neck and bring your mouth to mine.

I am very wet and your cock slides easily in my hot pussy. I move my arms down your back pulling your warm body against me. You put your arms around my back, supporting me as I lean back.

The strokes continue slow and relaxed as well as our kisses. Our hands roaming and exploring, our bodies touching everywhere possible.

Your strokes go deeper, stopping for a moment while all the way inside, feeling my hot wet pussy around your hard cock. You push further, going deeper, your kisses getting more passionate.

You break our kiss and pull out. You pull me off the counter and motion for me to turn around. I lean over, my hands on the counter. I spread my legs wide. I feel you fingering my dripping pussy.

I moan, telling you to slide back in. I feel you slide your cock in, your strokes steady. Your hands are on my waist, holding me as you slide in and out.

I bend over, spreading my legs wider. You step closer, your strokes now short and hard. I feel your balls hitting my wet clit, making me shiver with each thrust.

You ask me if I want you to fuck me hard and say yes. Your thrusts become harder and I moan with each stroke. Your name escapes my lips, telling you to fuck me.

You put yours arms around my waist, holding me against you. You lean over me, your chest against my back.

Your thrusts are short and hard, your heavy breathing is in my ear. I feel my body tensing as my orgasm nears. You feel my pussy muscles tighten and your breathing gets deeper, your strokes harder. I feel your hot cum inside my cunt as I begin to come.

Your strokes continuing deep and hard, our mixed juices run down my legs as a second orgasm hits. You feel it and draw your strokes out longer, thrusting hard against my pussy. Your arms tighten around my waist, your strokes long, prolonging the pleasure.

My orgasm subsides, your strokes are slow. My pussy is very slick and hot with our juices. Your breathing still in my ear, I turn to kiss you. Your strokes stop as our lips meet.

I step move forward, letting your cock pull out. I turn around and wrap my arms around you as we kiss deeper, pulling you close. 



Hunger



Each morning I was amazed anew with the view from my room. The cabana was just off the beach exactly as the travel agent described.

Practically steps from the bed, I was on my balcony. Steps again, and I was on the path surrounded by palms on my way to the warm white sand and the ocean's edge. I felt as if I was the only one on the island. The island seemed deserted, but it was just an illusion the hotel staff worked hard to maintain. I admit I panicked, when the concierge took my watch, my cell phone and my computer. But now, after just two days, I am rather glad they did. I haven't thought about the office or reports or meetings in all the time I have been here. The only downside -- I am here alone. 

Just weeks before, my boyfriend decide to look for some one more available and responsive to his needs. Sitting on the beach I knew what has brought me to this. I spent too much time working on my career; too many meetings, too many late nights. I laughed as I realized no one would put up with an invisible girlfriend. I couldn't even remember the last time I had sex with a man and not a machine. Hell I couldn't even remember my last non-business date.

Yet here I was sitting on the most beautiful beach I have ever seen, alone and horny. Each breeze was fanning an already smoldering fire deep within me. The warm sun felt like fingers on my skin, trying to bring the fire to life. My nipples strained beneath the cloth of my swimsuit, my legs moving apart of their own volition. Shyly I brushed my nails against the straining cloth sending shivers along my spine and into secret valleys below. 

I heard the splash in the surf before I saw him. I watched as he walked through water, tall and lean, with bright brown eyes flecked with green. I was mesmerized as I watched his face light with his smile. My eyes roamed over this tall and broad shouldered stranger. His shirt seemed painted on, collar spread pulled nicely into a narrow waist and hips ending with the best pair of legs I had ever seen in shorts. They seemed to go on forever. All I could imagine was feeling those muscled thighs against me. I shivered just at the thought and laughed as I realized just how badly in need I was. 

"Good Morning. I was wondering if you would like to explore the rain forest which has make this island famous?" His voice was deep and as smooth as glass. 

"Um, yes." Before I knew what I was doing I had answered him, although weakly. He looked me up and down and laughed. 

"Good then you should change" was all he said.

I just smiled as I realized my two-piece bathing suit would do little good while hiking. I winked at him and took his hand as he offered to help me rise. I gave him a generous view of my rear as I tried to walk away. I was practically shaking as I started walking back to my room. My body abuzz with a fire I haven't felt in a long time.

I was standing by the trees on the beach when I heard someone behind me. I am not sure what came over me but I turned, and stepped toward him, wrapping my arms around his neck.  His strong arms wrapped around my waist and back, pulling me against him. It was at that moment I melted completely. I don't even remember who maneuvered whom, or how it all happened, but suddenly we were on the sand together. All I remember is him pushing me, my hands being held over our heads, passion filled kissing and his tongue exploring my mouth.  I felt his hips grind into mine as a soft moan escaped from my lips. He leaned down and scooped me up, holding tight, and carried me deeper into the grove. Once there, he pinned me against a coconut tree. 

Instinctively he seemed to know exactly where my erogenous zones were, and he made the most of them. His mouth roamed over my neck and throat, slowly working his way down my body. He deliberately found every single one -- behind my knees, my inner thighs, slowly back up again to the sides of my breasts. He slowly circled and caressed each breast with his fingers and tongue, working his way in towards the nipples, taking his time, enhancing my pleasure.  I felt his tongue flick at the tip of each nipple before roughly dragging his tongue in wet lazy circles on the areola.  My back would arch toward him as he gently pulled on the swollen points with his teeth. He built wave after wave within me, trailing his hot tongue and allowing the ocean breeze to cool me off. Shockingly I climaxed as soon as I felt his breath on my nipple. It was a huge shuddering orgasm. I'd never experienced anything so immense, so intense, so satisfying. 

My legs were shaking, but he held me firmly between the tree and his body. After only a short pause, he regained the momentum that caused my first shudder. As his mouth slowly trailed heat down my body, his hand has been kneading and caressing my butt and thighs. I spread my legs as wide as I could, hoping to lure his tongue lower. Instead he proceeded to lick up the inside of one leg stopping just mere inches from my pussy. Then he did the same with the other leg. This time, as he got there he blew softly on my clit. I practically jumped from the excitement. I felt a finger stroke from my ass up slowly up to my clit, where he stopped and gently pushed a bit. I whimpered as he then opened the pussy lips with his thumbs and began to stroke me with an index finger, slow at first, then a bit faster. The rhythm was building as he moved, back and forth, back and forth almost using his thumb as a mini dildo. As his thrusts get stronger and longer, I can feel my legs starting to tense up and quiver. My breathing stops all of a sudden and I start shaking all over. I felt my knees start buckling and he allowed me to slump to the ground before he caught me and gently lowered me back onto the warm sands. 

My hands grabbed him and pulled him into me. His chest was strong and tight as my hands roamed over his body. A bolt of lightening ran through me as I felt his large warm hands touch my breast, and his soft palm gently rubbed over my nipple which was still tight and pert. I searched his mouth with my tongue as I ran my hands down to his shorts, and felt the tip of his cock that had sprung out of the top. Pulling back and looking down in shock I saw that at least an inch of his cock was showing proud. The head was swollen and hot to my touch. Pushing him back I tore at the buttons on his shorts to expose his full length. To my delight he was not wearing underwear. As I pulled them down, the full magnitude of his cock was clear to me. I sat back and looked at him. It was long but best of all, thick and veined. I had only seen a cock like his in porn movies… or on horses. "

Are you pleased?" He asked. The look of desire in my eyes said it all. 

I looked back at him and then began to lick and gently bite the side of the shaft. Slowly I licked and sucked his rod, taking him into my mouth until my lips are touching the base of his shaft. While keeping a steady suction I slide up and down his manhood. I wrapped my hands around his hips and held onto his butt - lick up and down his shaft, taking his balls completely in my mouth swirling them gently as I sucked them. Taking each of his heavy swollen balls in my mouth in turn, I teased them with my tongue before returning to his shaft tickling the throbbing veins on the underside. Then taking him inside my mouth as deep as I could, I gently caressed and fondled his jewels, touched his inner thighs and let my hands roam over the skin of his thighs. 

I curled my fingers around the base and began tightening to apply pressure to hold his rod still. I wanted to swallow him whole, no matter the girth. All I knew, all I wanted, was to drive him over the edge. I was soon rewarded with a groan. I swirled my tongue around the head, lapping at the drizzle of pre cum that had leaked out, a grin of appreciation growing on my face. He had just the right combination of sweetness and salt that made me want more. Glancing back at his head searching for a reaction, my tongue presses to the underside of his cock. I lapped right along that huge vein that pulses blood into the engorged head and slowly worked downwards to where my hand was wrapped around the base. I smiled, raking my tongue gently over the head that made his body jerk and a sharp gasp escape. I was going to love trying to drive him to the brink of insanity. The groans and moans of delight were enough to make me work harder not to lose my hold. I wanted to take every drop of it. My hand continued to work, pumping as my lips trembled around the vise-like grip on the head. I wish I had the time to savor it but I was in high speed trying to keep up with him! 

He reached down for my head but I had begun to pull away. A sly smiled crawled along my mouth as I crept up his body, my mouth planting kisses wherever it met skin. I could see his tremors just under the surface as my breath brushed his belly. I placed my hand on his shoulders, then lifted my leg over him. Achingly, I settled myself down onto him, my glistening sex coming to rest over his aching erection. I rocked my pelvis on him, grinding against him in an excruciating pleasure for us both. His hands were free to explore me, stroking shoulders, arms, breasts and thighs. My riding took on greater urgency, and I reached down between us, lifting myself to guide his shaft into my dripping cunt. I shuttered as my tight pussy yielded to his powerful manhood. Hungrily I seated myself until all of him was buried deep within me. I rose up, no more than an inch or two…paused…and back down. 

I pulled back, placed my hands on either side of his thighs, and began to slowly fuck him. His moans were getting louder, but still muffled as his mouth was glued to mine. Together we began a slow rhythm, a pulse in and out of my slick hole. Every touch, every movement registering as heat along my skin. As he pulled my hips driving his cock deeper into me, his mouth pulled a nipple in. I felt his teeth gently clamp unto the already sensitive skin while his thrusts grew faster and harder. I reached around and clasped his balls in my hand, when he suddenly erupted inside me sending me spiraling into my own orgasm. 

He slowly lifted my hips and eased my back onto the sand. My eyes were closed as I felt him gently messaged my body and moved to my belly. I opened my eyes and just looked at him questioningly. He moved lower and gently opened my legs. I was sure he could see a small stream of his cum slowly running from me. He leaned down and licked my thighs clean then moved on to my pussy. I throbbed anew as he cleaned my body with his mouth and tongue. 

Finally he pulled his head away, "Would you like to go back to the room to change?" 

I had no idea what I was changing into, but we did go back to the room.



Hunger



(Author's Note: This story was originally written under the name Mychael Black.)

*

One thousand and I didn't look a day over twenty-five. No wrinkles, no gray hairs. Just a few scars from a life long-passed. They were faded reminders of battles fought and won. Well, most of them had been won. The last? It was what put me here, on the road to eternal life. And eternal loneliness. 

In a thousand years, I've had countless lovers: peasants, nobles, stableboys, whores, even two kings. But none of them filled the void within me. Something was always missing, something vital that I couldn't quite put my finger on. 

By the year 2005, I had all but given up. Sitting in a dark windowseat, of an even darker house, I was contemplating suicide. My home was quiet enough for such introspection. There's a distinct advantage to people believing your home is haunted; an even bigger advantage when the city officials are too terrified to tear it down. 

Needing to feed only once a month left me plenty of time to think. And to play. My amusement of choice came in the form of fucking with the kids, the ones who dared each other to come close enough to look into the front bay window of the rotting, haunted Magnolia House. A fleeting glimpse of...something...would send them off. I could hear their screams two blocks away, and many times, I laughed until I hurt. 

The first time I realized I wasn't alone, I didn't know what to think. I felt the pull--an irresistible need to find out who--or what--had stumbled into my hunting grounds. Atlanta was mine and I wasn't interested in sharing. 

The first night I saw my new visitor, I was hunting. Body and hunger sated, I was making my way back home when I noticed movement in a shadowed corner where two derelict warehouses met. Curiosity got the better of me and I moved closer. That was my first mistake. Fingernails sharp as broken glass sliced through the sleeves of my coat as my attacker slammed me back against a wall. Full moon overhead? I knew what had me. 

My second mistake? Finding a dangerous sort of beauty in the yellow eyes staring back at me. I should have run, but I couldn't. Couldn't look away from him. But he was hungry; I knew that look as well. Before I had a chance to react, he struck. 

My head slammed back against the wall of the warehouse as his teeth sank into my throat. When I tried to fight back, a hand shot up, pinning me with a death grip. His body, muscular and hard as steel, ground into mine, like he was determined to fuck me through the wall. And there was no doubt in my mind--I would have let him. 

I wanted him. I wanted him so much that I would anything to get him. 

My assailant jerked away from me so suddenly it left us both dazed. He stumbled backward; hunger, fear, confusion, all warring with each other in his eyes. Oh, he still looked like a man...to an extent. His body was certainly that of a man's, clothes shredded and hanging in rags from an imposing frame. Thick ebony fur covered his exposed chest, tapering off the lower it got. By the time my gaze reached the waist of what were once jeans, I could see the hair was sparse, and I couldn't help but wonder if those thick curls surrounded his cock. 

Only when he growled did I realize I was staring, quite intently at that. His arms were not as thickly-covered, nor were his legs. He was not fully shifted, but his teeth were down, canines that looked like they could tear steel into shreds. I lifted a hand to my neck. The wound was already closing, and the look in his eyes turned to cautious curiosity. 

"What are you?" Oh. A man could come just from listening to that voice. Pure, thick, deep. When he spoke, I could feel the vibrations in my own chest. 

"I am certainly not your kind," I said, watching in utter fascination as half-shifted wolf gave way to a man. The black hair lessened to a light dusting over his chest with the same small patch stretching down his torso. Canines receded, while the eyes remained a watchful yellow. 

"You are not human." He shivered slightly, but for the moment, I resisted the urge to go to him. Instead, I took off my coat and held it out to him. He looked at it, then at me. 

"Take it. Cold does not affect me." 

One thick-muscled arm stretched out to snatch the leather coat out of my hand. How I wanted to taste him, to feel those long fingers deep inside me... 

"Why?" 

The question admittedly caught me offguard. "A wolf can survive extended periods of cold, but a man cannot. Would you care for somewhere to sleep? Perhaps some...less worn...clothing?" 

"Why?" Damn, but this man had too many questions! 

"Is your vocabulary so limited? I'm sure I could arrange for a tutor or-" 

"My vocabulary is just fucking fine," he growled, baring teeth, body tensing. 

I shook my head, clicking my tongue at him. I wondered how far I could push him until he got tired of me and finished the job he'd started on. "Come now," I chastised him. "Is that any way to treat someone trying to help you?" 

A deeper growl was all the warning I had before I found myself captive, quite literally. He had both of my wrists in one hand and I could feel the delicate bones popping and grinding as he held my arms above my head. With his other hand, he ripped my shirt right down the front and tossed the shredded remains to the ground. Personally, I prefer kisses easy and gentle, with the intent to explore and taste. All that changed the second his mouth crushed mine, teeth biting and scraping, tongue so deep I was sure I was going to choke. 

But God, I wanted more. Devour me. Rip me to shreds. Just don't stop kissing me. 

He was hard against me, cock feeling impossibly big, throbbing against my own. With his other hand, he freed us both, then long fingers coaxed us to release. I came first, screaming into his brutal kiss as blood mixed with saliva. Only a second later, he jerked away and howled, throat arching as liquid heat spilled over his fist and our cocks. That neck, so irresistibly inviting... I gave him no warning, just bit down, body shuddering as his blood, rich and thick and sweet, poured over my tongue. I'd only had a quick taste before he pulled me away, yellow eyes narrowed in warning. 

Then he was gone. Just like that. 

The last I saw was a sleek black wolf as it disappeared around a corner. At my feet was my leather jacket. I bent to pick it up and on an impulse, I sniffed it. 

Him. 

His scent was all over it--his sweat, his blood, his seed, him. I looked toward the end of the alley and smiled. We would meet again. Of that, I had no doubt. Draping my coat over one arm, I left the alley, mind on nothing but a wolf in man's clothing. Whatever had possessed me only moments before to want such a dangerous creature still had its talons deep inside me. I was so lost in my thoughts--remembering his smell, his taste, his touch--that I didn't realize I was home until I looked up to see the rotting carcass of Magnolia House. 

Just before slipping through the gap between the iron gate and the brick wall to which it was attached, I looked out into the dark street. Something within me hoped he was out there, watching me with even half the interest I now had in him. Neighborhood teenagers were fun to scare, but fear can be a two-edged sword--sweet and bitter and oh-so-addictive. My new visitor? He inspired fear...and hunger and desire. Halloween was coming soon. I wondered, as I closed my front door behind me, if I would run into my visitor. I hoped I would. 

* * * 

If I had to pick a favorite holiday, hands down, it would be Halloween. It was the only time I could go out and blend in perfectly. No one batted an eye if they suddenly found themselves dancing with a vampire. In terms of costumes, mine was far from the most outrageous. So, with a ruffled poet's shirt, tight black pants, black boots, and cape, I went out to see what sort of fun I could pick up. Sometimes feeding ended in death for the unfortunate soul stuck with me, and sometimes... Well, sometimes, I had a bout of goodwill. 

Finding myself in one of the more festive nightclubs downtown, I mixed and mingled, flashing fangs at those who looked hard enough. No one believed they were real, and that was fine by me. Finding a very good representation of a medieval lord, I took him out onto the dance floor. He was lacking. Very lacking. I quickly became bored, and I imagine he did as well, considering he left without me quite noticing. My attention had been well-diverted to the front door. 

There he was. My new visitor, the tempest I had collided with in an alley only two nights before. His clothes were much more fitting, almost tailored to his body. Now he did look like a lord, moving easy in his skin. Much different from the creature I had encountered before. No longer in tattered jeans, he wore pants of rich burgundy. His shirt was white, opened just enough at the top to make my mouth water. Lord, but he was predatory, even in this form. Yellow eyes scanned the room. Then that stare settled on me. I could feel it sweep over me and a shiver followed it, from the soles of my feet to the ends of my hair. 

Before I knew he had even moved, I was flush against him, our bodies sliding and grinding in time to the pounding rhythm of the house music. He was already hard, hungry. I could see it in his eyes, the way he stared at me. For him, I would spread myself out as a banquet. 

"Now will you tell me who you are?" he asked. Even in human form, his voice was beyond mesmerizing. 

"Ian Godwin, at your service." 

He smiled at that. I should have been worried. 

"And you?" I barely managed to get the words out before I was flat against a wall, his mouth over mine, tongue probing deep. He never stopped moving, never stopped dancing, grinding his body against mine as we kissed. When he finally broke the kiss, we were both breathless. 

"Gabriel," he said, mouth moving over my chin, my throat, teeth nipping. "Gabriel Devereaux." Then he stopped just as his lips brushed over my jugular vein. "Delicious," he growled softly. 

Twisting my fingers in his hair, I pressed his mouth to my neck, all but begging to feel his teeth sink into my flesh. He obliged without a word, tongue flicking out to taste before his fangs pierced my skin. The movements of his body mirrored the rhythm of his feeding: hard and almost desperate. His hands slid under my shirt, hot against my chest, my sides. I felt every sucking pull from my neck to my cock, the steady rhythm driving me mad with need. When he pulled away this time, he was kind enough to lick the wounds, urging them to heal. 

"Come." 

It was a single word that held many meanings for me at that moment. I followed him out of the club and we walked quietly for half a block before stopping at the opening to another alley. Not quite my idea of a long night of fucking, but then he flashed me a toothy grin and stepped through a door I hadn't even realized was there. Reaching out of the darkness inside, he took my hand and pulled me into the warehouse. 

It wasn't quite as dismal on the inside as the outside suggested. In fact, it wasn't far from what my own home looked like. We walked deeper into the interior of the warehouse via a narrow hallway. When the hallway opened up, we were in what must have been a lobby. Gabriel led the way through a door on the right and into an office. A single mattress, rather well-kept, sat on the floor near the middle of the room. Boxes were stacked, some waist-high, along the walls. After closing the door behind us, Gabriel leaned against it, pulling me back against him. 

"You have fed?" he asked, breath blowing over my right ear as he began to undress me. His fingers deftly worked open my pants, letting them fall to the floor. Long fingers curled around my cock, he stroked me slowly, every slow slide of his hand drawing another shudder up my spine. 

"I do not need to feed now. Once a month is enough for me." I sucked in a sharp breath as his fingernails scratched my shaft. Looking down, whatever words I might have thought to say, caught in my throat as I watched claws stroke over me, leaving bright trails of blood in their wake. Fire blazed through me when his fist closed around me again, my blood the perfect lubricant. 

"Fuck me," I heard myself say. 

A dark chuckle was Gabriel's only answer as he pushed me toward the bed, releasing my cock. I was painfully hard, more so when I looked down to run my finger through the blood. I brought my hand to my lips to lick it clean, shivering as the taste settled within me. I heard his clothes drop to the floor and then Gabriel had me pinned to the wall. He kept one hand on the back of my neck and spread my legs with his foot. Two fingers slipped into my mouth and I sucked on them, wetting them, moaning as more of his taste seeped into me. Then the fingers were pushing deep inside me, curling to stroke over my gland roughly. 

I jerked and shouted, body tensing as Gabriel fucked me with his fingers, torturing me until I was near begging. He pressed close and laughed, tongue sliding along my shoulder. Then sharp, searing pain shot through me as he thrust inside me. I threw my head back and he bit down on my throat, drinking deeply as he pounded me into the wall, thrusts hard and unrelenting. I reached back with both hands and grabbed his hips, using what leverage I could find to entice him. When he thrust in, I met him, backing into him as his cock stretched me to the point of pain. 

He was not feeding. I realized that when I felt no pull, no flow of blood. Lord above, he marked me. Somehow, some way, I was now his. I cried out as I came then, my cock spasming as my body sucked him in deeper, demanding his release as well. With a guttural growl that echoed into my soul, he gave in, throbbing deep inside me as he filled me with his seed. 

It took us both several seconds to gather enough wits to move. He pulled out of my neck first, then out of my ass. I slumped against the wall, panting and shaking. I heard him drop to the mattress and he laughed as he fell back. I could only stare at him in bewilderment. When had the tables turned? I felt like I missed something, but at the same time, I felt like I finally had caught something quite important.



Hunger



I have this hunger, an ever growing need that only you can satisfy. My entire body is starving, malnourished and in need. Its food, its one all saving, complete craving is you. 

My skin yearns to feel your touch, every inch needs to feel your fingertips, the whispering graze, so full of promise that, as yet is denied to me. In your absence, the wind carries your voice, barely heard but containing everything I need to know. I hear your words promising me the world, telling me how you will feed my bodies hunger and how you yearn to feel me under your fingers. My skin jumps with excitement, knowing what is to come, the delights that lay in store as your soft fingers brush gently across my neck, sending shivers of icy excitement through me. 

I long to feel you tease me, for your perfect fingers to barely brush my nipples and feed my desire for you. I see your face in my dreams, your eyes full of mischief as you run your hands over me, your fingers, having painfully teased my nipples and controlled their ever increasing hardness, slip so gently over my stomach, hinting at where you know I want you but ignoring my wetness, preferring instead to continue this delightful torture. My body sings, its song played only for you in notes only you can understand. I can feel your nails grazing my inner thigh as you lick your lips hungrily. I can see in your eyes how much you want this torture to end, to bury your lips and tongue in my hot, wet cunt. You don't and it kills me. 

I want you, pressing up towards you, hoping I can tempt you into fucking me but with my sweet wetness only inches from your lips, you sit back, the look of disappointed desire that dances in your eyes only fuels my hunger to feel you inside me and yet I know I must wait. 

Slowly you watch as my body twitches and screams, your eyes like bolts of electricity as you hungrily eye the feast before you, a feast that is solely yours. 

As you creep in, your own wetness clear as you move, your lips now following the well known trail. I ache to press up into you, to ease this burning between my thighs and yet, I know somehow that my eagerness, rather than satisfying my hunger for you will only prolong my agony. 

As you gently nibble and tease my neck, I feel your breasts; nipples hard and full of their own unquenched thirst caress my skin. 

My clit screams for you, my wetness begging for you to taste and fill me. Instead, I lay as still as I'm able, ignoring my increasing urgency to grab you, feast upon your exquisite taste and feel your body hum for me.

Your lips follow that carefully crafted path, forged so delicately only moments before. A soft moan escapes my lips as you take my nipples, one at a time, so gently in your mouth, teasing them with a flick of your hot tongue before moving on quickly, leaving me wanting more. 

I cannot help myself as your kisses fall ever closer to my now dripping cunt, my clit jumps and twitches as you kiss along my thigh, teasing me with a gentle kiss on my wet lips. You look up at me with devilish hunger in your eyes and in the warm candlelight; I see my wetness only briefly, glistening on your lips. Your tongue licks it away slowly, daring me to ask for more.

Suddenly I feel you, a solitary finger brushing through my hot, slick folds, so tantalisingly close to my aching clit and yet still so very far away. You bring your finger slowly to your lips, prolonging my fulfilment until I can't take anymore. As you taste my juices, I beg you to fill me, to fuck me hard, make me cum as you bury your tongue in my cunt. 

Instead, you sit back and grin at me. Your silence is painful as you spread my legs wide and lips your lips hungrily. I reach down, determined to fulfil my own passions, for you to witness the power you hold but you won't allow it. I feel your hands firmly on my wrists and suddenly you're above me again, holding me prisoner within my own desire. 

For those few moments I drown in your eyes and beg you silently to take me completely. You finally speak, but only to tell me to behave myself before resuming your lusty silence.

In its way, your silence fuels my passion further and I feel my wetness growing as your gaze returns to my clit, now screaming and begging to be consumed. 

I feel a finger caressing my wet lips, the most fleeting of contacts but guiding me closer to the edge of ecstasy. 

"Please?" I ask you, my voice a pitiful whimper. I seem to have pleased you as you tease my opening, pressing gently but never really entering me. In my frustration I press up into you, trying to force you inside me. 

You shake your head and I wonder how much longer you can play this game. You pull back and sigh, almost sadly as you reach for my hands, restraining me and leaving me no choice but to do as you desire. 

From seemingly out of nowhere, you produce a blindfold and loving cover my eyes. 

I wait in the dark, I know you have left the bed and can hear you rustling around nearby. My mind runs with possibilities. What delights lie in store for me? Silence falls over the room and I sense you near my head. 

I lick my lips and you place your finger gently over them. I can taste your own juices there and I ache to have you between my legs. 

I feel you return to that place on the bed between my legs and I hope your own hunger has grown too great. 

Slowly, your hands run along my thighs and I feel your breath on my clit. Suddenly you're there, devouring my, filling me, my body responding totally as your tongue works its magic in me. 

As I hover on the brink, you pull away and I growl in frustration and I hear you chuckle softly. 

Your lips meet mine and as your tongue forces its way into my mouth, I taste myself there. 

"Tell me you want me!" you whisper and I tell you immediately. I can almost hear you smiling. 

There is a glancing caress over my soaked cunt and I gasp. I know what is in store and I beg you unashamedly. 

You slowly tease me with the tip of the strap on and I know I need it in me, need you to fuck me like a whore. 'Want' has no place now, I need it, the world is spinning and I need you to fill me with that toy. 

Still you tease me, its head glistening in the candlelight.

"So you want it?" You ask, pressing it gently into me but never allowing me more that the head. 

When I don't -- can't answer, it is torn from me, my wetness left empty and without friend. 

"Tell me you want it!" you demand.

I shake my head and try to form words as you slip the head of that toy once more between my lips. 

"I need it!" I pant, straining against the confines I'm in. 

"Good girl!" you reply, pushing the full length of the dildo into me.

Almost immediately, explosions fill me, flashing behind my eyes. Slowly you move in me, and my breath catches in my throat. You pull off my blindfold and as our eyes meet again we move together, your full length slowly moving in and out of me, filling me totally before leaving me empty and hungry once more. 

I need you to fuck me hard and yet I teeter on the orgasmic precipice as we finally make soft, slow love. 

I know you will never hold this out and I beg; "fuck me, slut!" 

It seems to push you over the edge; you pound my hot cunt hard, unrelenting, punishing my demand with excruciating pleasure.

I feel you pulling my legs up, allowing your fake cock deeper access and as you pound away, you throw me into orgasmic oblivion, not once but many, many times over. 

With my passion and pussy both spent and sore, you place a loving kiss gently on my lips before doing the same on my well fucked cunt.

As the desire burns and dances in your eyes, I grin...

Two can play at this game. 



Hunger



She closes up the book she had been reading and lays it on the nearby table. She leans over the arm of the couch to twist the knob a few times to turn off the lamp.

She gathers up her robe, which had fallen open around her, and cinches the sash tight around her waist. 

Stifling a yawn, she heads up the stairs to their bedroom. She stops in the doorway, leans against the doorframe, and tilts her head to watch him.

He is fast asleep and is semi curled up on his side. His chest is bare and uncovered. The bed sheet is only covering the bottom half of his body. 

Even asleep his cock is semi-hard and is pushing against the sheet, which covers it. 

She unknowingly parts her lips and rims them with her tongue. Her stomach knots in wanting. She realizes she is hungry, but not for food.

She loves it when he fucks her. 

He'd begin with his fingers. He would playfully and teasingly brush them along her already wet slit. He'd then press them against the smooth bare folds of skin, parting them with his thick digits, moving them upwards, till he found her clit. He'd lightly circle it as she wiggled and writhed on the bed next to him. 

He knew at times she was so horny and turned by his teasing, all she really just wanted him to do is move those fingers downwards and plunge them hard and quick into her sopping cunt. 

She had even grabbed his wrist in utter desperation a few times in a futile attempt to force his hand downwards towards the direction of her aching cunt. 

He would never relent though, not this early in their foreplay. He loved to tease and torture her too much. . 

She also guessed he loved to watch her eyes turn from the light ice blue to the pleading dark blue lusty ones. 

He had even upped the anti the last time they had been together by whispering naughty images of what he was going to do to her in her ear and what he'd like to do to her, which of course made her cunt clench and get even more wet. He had a way of making her entire body ache, crave, and desire to be taken.

He would eventually move his hand down her wet slick slit. Slowly insert a finger or two into her pussy. At times, he would just hold them there for a second or two. Watch her eyes close and her body arch off the bed. He could hear her breath catch in her throat. Feel her tight inner muscles clench around his fingers. It was at this point; he'd start to finger fuck her but only for a certain length of time. It was just long enough to get her right to that edge of cumming. He'd then withdraw his soaked digits. Allow her body to relax. Then of course, he'd start the entire agonizing process all over again. 

He knew exactly how to get her right to that edge and stop. There was no way he could get any closer. He had become an expert at it. It drove her insane and he was well aware of it. He could and would tease her to the point where she wasn't able to think. 

She wasn't one to beg, but after his continuous persistent assault, she didn't care anymore. She would finally relent and beg him to fuck her. She would tell him she wanted him badly and now. She would beg and plead for his cock. 

He knew the end result of his torturous teasing.

She would cum so hard. She would gush and squirt. Her entire body would shudder maddeningly. 

Yeah, he always knew what he was doing and she had to admit, he was pretty dam good at it too.

She blushed as she stood in the doorway. Recalling all the times he gotten her to that point. The naughty nasty words that would tumble out of her mouth as she begged and pleaded for his delicious cock to just finally fuck her. 

Her face turned a deeper shade of red. 

Her thoughts returned to his cock. She felt her insides warm. Her stomach tightened as the hunger to have his cock in her mouth started to take hold again. 

She padded over to the bed, untying the robe, letting it fall open. She very carefully pulled away the sheet, exposing the rest of his body. 

Rimming her lips again as her eyes settled between his thighs, she swallowed slowly, stifling the soft moan in her throat. 

Laying a hand upon his hip, she gently pushes him onto his back. She quickly glances up at his face. 

He shifts in his deep sleep. A soft murmur of protest comes from between his lips at being disturbed. 

Holding her breath, she waits as he settles back into his slumber. 

She grins knowing for just this one time, she can be the one to tease and torture. Her grin widening as she thinks "maybe even to the point where he can't think for once." Maybe she can even get him to cum. She envisions his cock buried deeply in her throat. His hands placed on her head. His fingers entangled in her hair. Holding her there. Her nose would be pressed against his groin. Her fingers teasing and toying with his sacs as he growls right before he cums. 

She remembers the animal like sound he makes right before he erupts. It sends a chill up her spine. Her entire body shudders. She feels her cunt clench, pushing a small trickle of warm fluid to run down the inside of her thigh. 

She carefully nudges his legs apart and climbs very carefully onto the bed. She settles herself between his legs. 

She leans down and gently licks around the head of his cock. The tip of her tongue caresses around the smooth flesh, tasting it. She turns her head and slowly licks up the one side of his shaft, back across the top, and down the other side. She licks her lips once again while peeking up at him to see if he's noticed. 

He stirs slightly and she barely distinguishes a soft moan emitting from him. 

She remains still and waits till he stops and then she leans back down again. She parts her lips, allowing just the tip of his cock into her warm wet mouth. She savors the taste of him in her mouth. Her tongue flicks along the slit collecting the small amount of pre-cum, which has accumulated there during her short teasing. 

She hears a louder moan from him and glances up to see his eyes flutter, but not completely open. 

She widens her mouth and allows her lips to slide further down his hardening shaft. Her tongue softly licks and laps along the veined flesh. 

She hears a louder groan and feels his body shift under her. 

She looks up and sees him opening his eyes. 

She gathers up her hair and pulls it to one side of her head, making sure when he does open his eyes fully, he can see her mouth devouring his hard cock. 

She continues down his shaft with her lips and mouth until she feels the head hit the back of her throat. 

She softly moans and pushes her mouth further down, sinking the tip into her throat. 

She feels the bed shift under her. 

His hands grab onto the sides of her head. 

She hears him utter "Oh fuckkkk." 

She moves her hand from her hair and starts to toy with his sacs. Raking her nails gently across them. Her other hand rolls them between her fingers. She begins working her mouth and lips up and down his shaft, an occasional scrape of her teeth along his cock. 

Her tongue flicks against it as she bobs her head up and down faster and harder. The motion made easier by the fact his cock is covered with her saliva.

She feels his cock swell and harden in her mouth. She pulls her mouth off of his cock with a slurping loud pop and wraps her hand around his slick saliva coated flesh. She pumps it between her fingers and moves her mouth down to his balls. She licks each of them with her tongue.

She opens her lips, taking one of his balls between them, and begins to suck on it. She releases it to only repeat the process with his other one. 

His moan and the tightening of his grip in her hair make her cunt drip. 

She releases the wet heavy sac from her mouth. She plunges her mouth down onto his now thick hard throbbing shaft, sinking the entire length into her mouth and throat. 

She moves her legs apart and straddles one of his legs. She glides her hand between her thighs. Her fingers slide down to her very wet slit. 

She looks up at him while his cock is buried deep in her throat, making sure he is watching her. 

He nods at her and she quickly plunges two of her fingers into her aching cunt. 

She instantly moans around his shaft, which is embedded in her throat. 

She starts bobbing her mouth and lips up and down his cock matching the rhythm of her fingers as they plunge in and out of her soaked pussy. 

She closes her eyes and concentrates on fucking his cock with her mouth and lips and tongue. 

She feels his warm breath against her ear and hears his whisper instructing her to fuck herself harder and faster, to which of course she complies. 

He asks her if she's close and she nods in answer. "Don't you dare cum," he commands.

She groans in mild frustration, but this is their game. 

He knows it. She knows it. 

She continues to plunge her fingers in and out of her soaked pussy faster and harder as he instructed. 

The sounds of her fingers plunging in and out of her wetness and her mouth fucking his cock fill the room. 

She's so close to exploding her entire body is shuddering and shaking. 

He entwines the fingers of his one hand into her hair and tugs. 

She moans. 

He places his other hand upon the back of her head and presses. Forcing her to take even more of his hard swollen shaft into her throat. 

She hears his breathing increase and he starts to grunt. 

She hollows her cheeks and sucks hard, so wanting his cum to spurt and pour down her throat. She teases his sacs with her hand and fingers. 

She barely hears his husky whisper of 'Cum' before he growls and roars right before his cock erupts deeply in her throat. 

She quickly swallows and erupts all over her hand. 

She feels the hot liquid gush out and splash along her thighs. 

She continues to suckle on his cock as it spurts, making sure she drains him of every drop. 

She feels his hands release her curls and she gently pulls her lips off of his semi hard shaft, licking it with her tongue. 

She feels the bed shake as he falls back on it. She curls up gasping for breath next to him.



Hunger



I have always been considered beautiful and my family well off - so I had the best clothes, hairdressers, nails, even at an early point in my life. I was involved at an early stage with family parties rather than being shuffled off. I learned to enjoy the attentions of older men – and as young, insecure girl became to rely on constant attention and adoration rather than building self confidence and being comfortable in my skin. My mother was Croatian, and a fashion model – she was the life and soul of the house. She was killed in a car crash when I was just 16. My father did not know the driver - the accident happened at 2am in the morning and the man was seriously over the limit.

My father was in pieces. Not only had he lost a wife he had lost trust in the life memory he wanted to hold dear.

For 6 months he was in a bad place. So I decided to take him on holiday to our villa in Majorca. I was nearly 17. I made a mistake. My mother had beautiful clothes, beautiful underwear, beautiful basques. and so many shoes, some incredibly sexy...we were virtually the same size, though maybe she was a little taller. I took some of her summer dresses with me and some high heeled sandals on holiday, not thinking. 

I was like a magpie – her clothes were classy, sexy, and i wanted to look like my mum did when she went out – sophisticated, fun loving...

On the second night I came dressed for dinner in one of her dresses - backless, cream, very sexy, short to show off my legs, clingy to show off the swell of my breasts and matching high heeled sandals. I thought I looked a million dollars and hoped to make an entrance and draw admiring glances.

My father saw not a lovely daughter to be proud of, but a ghost. Dinner was stilted, he was moody.

The next day he was even more quiet, introverted, mopey, dead. Just sitting by the pool in a black mood I had caused, not even reading or listening to music. I felt responsible. I wanted to make it up,to him but didn't know how. I cooked him dinner and we drank but there was no joy. He went to bed early.

I sat up in the night air, having a drink. Then I heard him sobbing. I went and stood outside his door for ages then went in and whispered if he was OK. He said nothing. I went to get into bed with him to cradle him tightly from behind but saw he was naked. I felt he would like my body warmth so I took my clothes off too. When I put my arms around him, feeling his hard body, my body tingled. My stomach crawled with anticipation. I could feel my heart beating in my head. I could feel my nipples harden against his back and become tender and achey and my juices starting as she began to open. I felt natural and he became quiet and still as I comforted him. He said nothing for such a long while I wondered if I should just go to my room and leave him but, perhaps sensing I was pulling away, murmured sweetly "that feels lovely".

I took that as encouragement. I ran my fingers down his arms and over his chest, twirling his chest hairs playfully, trying to lighten the mood. He lay on his back and put his arm around me, so I could snuggle into him. I caressed his chest and he smoothed my shoulders. I kissed his cheek. I could feel his face was wet. I kissed his face again, loving away the tears. I moved my leg over his to get closer, to be more comforting. It was then that I felt his cock brush against my leg. It was big. Very big. He shifted a little, away from me, realising what had happened.

At that point, the moment could have been, still, just a tender, innocent father / daughter intimacy, borne from his need. However, the feeling of that cock sent me into a heady moment of lust and desire. (I apologise if this is too much for you, but for me it was my defining moment in life).

I knew then that I needed more from him. I wanted to feel the electric excitement of his cock against my skin again and thought that if I gave myself to him I would make my father happy again. After all, I must be doing something right if he was so big, right? Warped logic, I now know. But at that moment the feeling was lovely, intense, unreal and there was an overwhelming mix of natural love for him compounded by the realisation that, despite other boys I had been with, the sexual urges I was feeling then were so much more than anything. I realised that I actually really fancied him....desired him and felt natural with him.

We lay for a while, saying nothing. He was tracing his fingers lightly up and down my arm. That felt lovely. Every now and again I brushed my leg against his cock, still big, sometimes letting it rest against him innocently, enjoying the sexuality of the moment – part innocent, part seductive – an amazing combination.

He asked if I was OK ....I told him I was just perfect. Because I was. That was the truth. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else or with anyone else. I asked if he was OK. He said he thought so but his mouth was dry and he could do with a drink! I laughed, slipped out of bed, naked, leant over and kissed him gently on his mouth....."yes dry lips" I laughed. He then laughed too –the first for ages. How good did that make me feel? And what a boost to my confidence.

I remember that moment with crystal clarity still today.

I grabbed a towel wrapped it around me and went to the kitchen to get a couple of glasses of champagne.

Before i returned I took a deep breath, freshened up my lipstick, quick spray of perfume and fluff up the hair.....all by instinct. Back in the room I went round to my dad's side of the bed put the glasses down, said "budge over". He lifted the sheet up.

I peeled away the towel, holding it in one hand as nonchantly and naturally as I could. I held his gaze, letting him look at me, appreciate me, taking in my figure, my breasts, my hips. I wanted him to desire me.......this took only a few seconds but it feltmlike an age before I dropped the towel, smiling at him as I did, and snuggled in. As I passed him the glass I kissed him first on the lips again. His breath was fresh. Seems like he too had made an effort, of sorts. We toasted each other, I kissed him again, still closed mouths, but just reassuring him and making sure that I was taking the boundaries down through frequent moments of intimacy. As he lay on his back I lay my head on his chest and ran my hands down to his groin circling my fingers around his cock - which although semi hard immediately began to grow firm.

He went silent and didn't move. After a while I could sense he was awkward (but for some reason I was not) so i just held my hand steady on him, gripping him lightly as he grew very hard. I daren't move, or caress him because of his unease until, after a while I casually took my hand off his cock and sat up to take a drink. My mouth was so dry with nerves. "Come on", I said, "lay your head in my lap and let me massage your head whilst I drink the champers".

So we spent a comfortable 15 / 20 minutes as I ran my fingers through his hair, letting him relax, letting me finish my drink. When he murmured "that was nice" I snuggled down to him, pressing my body full length against his and wrapping an arm around his neck and looking into his eyes. I kissed him again, but slowly this time, with my mouth slowly open. Success. He responded. My tongue slipped into his mouth and he kissed me back....then stopped! 

Charlotte he said, this isn't right. The moment.

I moved my body against him. Kissed him again.I could feel him against me. "I'm Tihana for you, not Charlotte". I pushed against him and felt his big, firm cock. "And this is so right for us both". I took him again in my hand and began to stroke him. I could see the pleasure in his eyes so I kept massaging him, running my nails up and down his shaft, squeezing his balls gently, then with more firmness, which he liked. As he began to moan I kissed him again and he kissed me back, with passion, desire, with gentleness and with purpose. He was caressing me now, cupping my breasts, pinching my nipple ( delightful, and he could tell,I loved it as I moaned with pleasure), caressing my bottom and running his finger along my bum hole,teasing it, calling me his beautiful Tihana and seeing the sparkle in my eyes as he did so, all the time kissing my mouth, eyes, ears, neck, nibbling me sometimes, gently biting my lip, soft kisses, hard kisses, but by bit taking control of me and the situation. He was alive to my needs, guiding me, teaching me.

As he kissed my breasts and bit my nipples I know he could sense the waves of pleasure coursing through my body. As he ran his hands along my waist and thighs he could feel me shiver with delight. I could sense his wonderment, his pleasure, his desire. When he went down my body with his mouth slowly, teasingly, with my fingers wrapped in his hair, and my heart beating with anticipation, I squirmed under him, partly out of pleasure, partly out of nerves, until he pinned my body down, holding me still as he buried his head between my legs, "her" wet , swollen, aching, as he teased me, circling his tongue round and round, driving me wild with anticipation and needs me unable to move under him. I remember it clearly - his strength, my inability to move, the nervousness, the pleasure.

He was in total command now. I could feel the orgasm building...he could too. So he stopped, bringing me back from the edge. He took me in his arms, I kissed him hungrily, tasting me on him. It was so naughty. So erotic.

We started to caress each other in the most intimate way, pleasuring each other. I was so turned on by his cock in my hand and how hard he was, squeezing hard, then softly caressing. He asked me why I looked so serious. I couldn't explain. It was a mix of things but I think I wanted him to know that this was serious and genuine and very emotional for me. The way he had built me close to orgasm but then pulled back had also confused me and i wondered whether I had done something wrong? Then there was the sheer sexual delight and the emotions. 

He encouraged me to relax, to open my legs for him. When he finally pushed his fingers into me I finally orgasmed shortly after...and still he kept on paying attention to my clit and rubbing her. He was aware of my body and responses, voluntarily and unvoluntarily in a way that no one before had been. As the intensity of orgasms built I cried with pleasure and grabbed his wrist, digging my nails into it as a massive shudder went through my body as he pushed his fingers deeper into me, filling me up. He was talking to me now, smiling, enjoying me, encouraging me. I responded to him, releasing the tension, telling him i wanted to be fucked. I had never spoken in such a crude, yet intensely personal way before. Telling him to rub my clit, put his finger in my bum, kiss me, squeeze my tits....be directional. I could tell he loved it as he moved his cock in my hands, me holding it tightly, feeling it. This overt sexuality was completely new to me.....tenderness had given way to raw sexual power and as I screamed with joy he came in my hands, hot, sticky, beautiful cum.

We lay exhausted, we cuddled, he was smiling and happy. I felt alive, my body tingling. He lay alongside me, looking down at me, telling me that I was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. The most sexy. He continually called me Tihana. Or Tia. He could see that made me very content.

He kissed me tenderly. Slow. Languid. Tongues working together. Biting my lip. Sucking my tongue into his mouth and sucking on it. He kissed my neck, my breasts, he sucked my nipples until I squirmed, he kissed my tummy then started on her, burying himself in me until I came again, helped by the fact that he was caressing my bum hole too, and then, when he was ready he lay on top of me and put his big cock into me again - I gasped. He was so much thicker than any one before and i was still tight and tiny. He just pushed slowly until he was in and then stayed there without moving. I could see in his face the satisfaction of that moment - the moment of taking me, sexual ownership, possession. He had me and i gave myself willingly. After a few long strokes he rolled over onto his back, still in me, so I was above him.

I rode him, his hands on my breasts, my waist, caressing my bum. It was just so lovely looking down at his face, into his eyes. He guided my body with his hands, tilting my body to make sure he penetrated me in the right way so I could grind my clit against him, adjusting my RYTHM slow, slow, hard, slow, fast, soft, building wave upon wave, taking me to the edge and then pulling back again, lots of nearly orgasms, controlling my pleasure and his. 

The whole,experience was so profound for me. The sexual experience so intense and more than anything ever before. Add to that the illicit nature of what was happening and the natural bond of love developed over many years, the fact that I was clearly being adored and loved and that I was making my Dad happy made me cry with pleasure.

Tears rolling down my face, dropping onto his chest. Part laughing, part panting, part grunting as the orgasms came, me riding him, him letting me dictate the rthymm, gently taking control for a second or two to direct me this way and then that. He let my orgasm come and then threw me over onto my back, pushing hard into me again until he too came.

I don't know whether any woman has told you how lovely it is to have warm cum inside them...but it is. Wonderful.

The next few days were very happy. My dad and Tihana became lovers. He encouraged Tihana to wear the clothes that had belonged to Charlottes mum. They went shopping. He bought her clothes – sexual, sensual clothes that showed off her figure, her looks. Bikinis that were provocative, sexy heels for going out, for the pool and for the bedroom.

They had lunch and came back to the villa and made love in the pool. They went for dinner, and walked hand in hand drawing glances. A pretty girl and her sugar daddy. He pulled her close to him as they walked. He stopped frequently and kissed her.

They went walking in the sea. They went dancing – she was making him young and carefree and enjoying her music. They danced close, her favourite, and she marveled every time that they danced that he grew hard for her so she could grind against him.

He was making her a sophisticated woman. He taught her how to make love. How to listen to her body. How to touch his penis in the way he liked, rubbing wet fingers around the rim of his cock. How to suck him off and take him deep into her mouth. How to dress for sex.

He liked to tease her in public. A little pat on the bottom a little too hard knowing she would be shocked – it stung, but he caressed her bum so gently that the pain was gone. But he had turned her on and he knew it. He grinned a lot when he knew he knew he was shocking her....but loved it how much she embraced his wishes. He knew Tihana would do anything.

At dinner with another couple he made her remove her knickers..she did. As he entertained the table, laughing and joking and pouring drink he had his hand rested between her legs. Her pussy was smooth now, and swollen, alert, reacting to every touch. It wasn't just the physical stimulation it was the mental fucking that worked the magic. As she sat at the table, not involved in the discussion, dipping in and out and laughing on cue, she concentrated on trying not to orgasm. The more she tried not to, the more she felt the urge too. The more she wriggled and grabbed his hand and tried to look cool, the more he grinned. She loved that.

When the time came to leave he was silent. The plane home was torture, He called her Charlotte at home. Tihana had been left behind. Tihana came to visit sometimes at night...dressed for sex. But she left unfulfilled.

He took Tihana to Paris for a few days. They took up where they had left off. They went to a club....to dance. But it was also an up market sex club. He encouraged her to kiss another woman, to feel her breasts. Tihana enjoyed it. It was mild, not serious, but another little moment of development.

At home, Tihana was not welcome. Charlotte was lonely. Needy. Missing affection. She had a fumble with a nice boy. Sex was uninspiring. Tihana again visited. Still she was not welcome. Charlotte went to a party. She had too much to drink and flopped down next to a girl friend who asked her what the problem was. She told her friend that young men didn't excite her, that she had been seeing an older guy but he didn't want to know....her friend kissed her. It was spontaneous. Her friend confessed she thought she had feelings for her. They ended up making love – awkward, fumbling, unsure love but found a rhythm that worked for each other. They were happy for 3 months. An then she started seeing a boy, leaving Charlotte alone.

Tihana eventually came to Charlottes dad. She told him that she loved him and needed him. He told her that he needed her too. Tihana and Charlottes dad made love that night at home for the first and only time.

They decided to move to the south of france to live together. For four years they lived in love, together. He was wealthy and she wanted for nothing. He worked Tuesday to Thursday and they were together the rest of the time. Tihana studied art, film, antiques. She made friends and hosted dinner parties.

He took her to darker places......he loved to see Tihana with another woman but she didn't want professional people. He taught her how to seduce and then set he set her loose at a club, under his watchful eye, to identify and seduce a woman.

Tihana became very skilled – she had beauty and technique. Sometimes he watched, Sometimes he was allowed to play – but Tihana did not like him touching another woman. So he respected that. 

Always after he fucked her very hard until she screamed with pleasure, often tying her up and spanking her, mixing pain and pleasure until she became uncontrollable with lust.

They had dinner in masks and basques or ball gowns or cocktail dresses. Or he liked her to dress like a school girl from St Trinians. He got inside her mind.

She was his totally. Until Tihana got pregnant.

The abortion followed. He left. The pretence was over. Reality. Same blood. Tragedy.

It took her a year to recover. Still in France she regained her confidence. There was no shortage of charming, rich, powerful men interested in her favours. She became a regular consort, accompanying people all over the world – looking wonderful, taking in the culture, enjoying the prowess of men with power. 

Superficially happy and carefree, but a mask to hide her sadness, her depth.

Tihana never again saw him. Charlotte still sees her father. He re-married but is not happy. Charlottes relationship is strained.



Hunger



He comes into the room, His eyes roving over her possessively, hungrily, licking His lips slowly. She meets His gaze, a bit startled by His savage look as He smirks at her, growling softly. 

"I need my mate now..." The words come out in a growl, sending her body into instant meltdown, feeling flames moving over her skin. 

"I am yours for the taking, my love." Tilts her head, curious as to what possibly could have come over Him. He shows His teeth, His eyes narrowing as He gazes over her. She trembles taking a step back towards the wall a little nervous, feeling herself growing wetter and hotter.

"You will not talk, unless I ask you a direct question. You will not touch me until I tell you to do so. And above all else, and make sure you hear me on this; you will not cum until I tell you to do so. Do you understand, pet?"

She looks up at him, watching him, hesitant to agree with his terms but at the same time craving to do so. "As you wish, Master..." Purrs the words softly, her body trembling and weak at the intense look He is giving her, honoring her with. 

He approaches quicker than she ever thought possible, merely taking three strides to her, towering over her; reminding her how small and slight she is. Her body trembles as she gazes up at His, needing to see the possession in His gaze, the hunger, and love.

His hands sink into her hair, fisting tightly, pulling her hair slightly as His mouth devours hers. Taking from her what was already freely given, purring gently as her hands settle on His waist. A low growl rumbles in His throat in warning, her hands drop away from Him quickly. 

Tugging at her hair, He begins walking her backwards into the wall. His body pinning hers in place as His hands gently move to her neck, tilting her head back, roughly kneading the flesh causing her knees to go weak as His mouth continues to devour hers.

His hands move down to her shoulders, still roughly massaging, growling low in His throat at her purring. "Stay there, little one. No moving." 

His voice roughened by a growl and His heavy breathing. Caressing her arms, His touch still rough but not enough to hurt her. His hands abruptly moving to her shirt, ripping and shredding it from her trembling body; watching His eyes flare with a dark desire.

She shivers, looking up at Him, completely baffled and lost by His actions but having no intent of stopping Him. His hands roughly caress her waist kneading the flesh, dragging her hips to His, grinding against her causing a small whimper to escape her. Her fingers curl as she tries to remember to stay still.

He smirks down at her, watching her struggle. His hands sliding over her rib cage, kneading roughly, His mouth grazing her neck moving up to nip her ear lobe as He growls in her ear. "That's my good pet, just stay still and let me have my way with you."

Her nipples peak through the thin lace of her red bra; His thumbs lightly caress them, teasing them into hardened pebbles. A shiver runs through her body as He lowers his mouth to her nipples feasting on them, the lace rubbing against them as His mouth works, causing her to growl in frustration. 

Hearing her growl He smiles nipping one of the buds hard enough to make her whimper before swirling His tongue like a healing caress. His hands move behind her back, making her arch into Him as He continues to feast, slowly unclasping her bra, tearing it away from her body quickly.

His hands aggressively cup her breasts, squeezing and kneading the flesh, rough enough to leave small bruises but building the pleasure even more. His hands push her breasts up as His mouth lowers to them, aggressively feeding at the flesh, nipping and sucking. 

Her hands move to His head, needing to hold Him to her. She feels His teeth sinking into her breast in warning, His eyes blazing up at her- instantly stilling her movements, placing her hands back on the wall. He leans back, gazing over her breasts slowly. "Stay still, baby."

His leg moves between hers, pushing against her mound, grinding against His leg, purring happily. He growls, pushing against her harder, His fingers sinking into her hips holding her still. "No, you bad little nymph...stay still." 

She whimpers softly, nodding her head, stilling instantly. His hands gently pull her skirt up settling it up around her waist out of the way. Her thong still covering her dripping pussy, looking up at Him, watching that smirk come across His lips. She still jumps in surprise as He rips the garment from her.

She watches Him. His hands leaving her slowly, His gaze blazing at her in warning not to move. He fumbles with His pants, slowly loosening them, letting them pool around His feet for the time being. 

His fingers knead her hip, sliding lower down her thigh, drawing her leg up and around His waist. He moves against her, teasing her with the thought. He slides over her clit causing her to gasp and moan, leaning her head back against the wall. "Not yet, love."

Taking a step back from her, slowly letting her leg slide down, she hears His softly growled demand, "On your knees, Princess..."

Sinking to her knees before Him, gazing up at Him as He steps closer to Him, the tip of His length pressing against her lips, demanding entrance. "Pleasure me with the heavenly mouth of yours."

Parting her lips slowly, caressing Him with her tongue, teasing Him, her hands caressing His thighs. His fingers sink into her hair, tilting her head back, pushing against her lips, growling softly in warning. 

"Do not tease me, pet." She parts her lips, feeling Him sliding into her mouth, purring as He slides farther into her mouth. 

His free hand caresses her throat gently, trying to relax her as He slides deeper into her mouth slowly gliding into her throat. "That's my girl...just relax for me love."

Slowly He picks up a rhythm, guiding her head taking complete control, His fingers tightening in her hair. Moaning around Him as His fingers gently massage Her scalp even as they tighten and pull her hair. It calms her more than anything else at the moment, as His speed increases.

Withdrawing from her mouth abruptly, guiding her up to His mouth, devouring her all over again. Growling softly against His lips, "Such a talented mouth..."

He quickly scoops her up cradling her fiercely in His arms, nibbling at her neck a bit harder than normal causing her to gasps and tremble in His arms. He lowers her to the bed, His hand on her chest making her lay back, slowly His hand slides down her body dropping to her skirt and removing it swiftly, tossing it behind Him. 

His finger enters her suddenly, sliding deep for a moment before He withdraw it, gazing up at her. "I want you hotter, pet...I want your nectar flowing for me..."

She trembles shifting on the bed restlessly, His fingers curling into her hips, holding her still, His free hand lightly smacking her slit. "Stay still, naughty girl...I have plans for you and we are nowhere near done." 

He teasingly caresses her stomach; His nails lightly rake over her skin, gooseflesh erupting over her body. Slowly His fingers curl into her hips as He drags her to the end of the bed, His gaze growing hungrier as His eyes travel over her; biting her lip as she tries to stay still for Him. "Stay still, beautiful."

He moves behind her, her gaze following Him as He slowly grabs two of their pillows, placing them behind her head, propping her up a bit.

Moving back around her, His hands traveling over her legs as He sinks to His knees between her legs causing her to tremble. 

Slowly His hands drop to her feet caressing them lovingly, running His nails along her soles causing her toes to curl. "Do you have any idea how much I crave you, love...every day, every night...it's an addiction I have no chance of escaping."

"As much as I hunger for you...every second of every day..." Drawing her foot up to His mouth, licking from her heel to her toes, causing her to shift on the bed, hearing His growl she gazes at Him curling her fingers into the bed. He bites the arch of her foot, nearly making her come off the bed, moaning. 

He chuckles softly, placing her foot on the edge of the bed, reaching for the scarves they left there from some other night. He takes the scarf tying her foot as close to the post as possible, moving to her other foot and repeating the process all over again.

Kissing His way up her body, suckling and nipping every inch of skin He comes into contact with, making her moan and purr, her hands sinking into His hair as He stops to suckle her beasts. She hears Him growl as His teeth sink deep suckling as His hands roughly take ahold of hers, stretching her arms over her head, holding her in place. "Stay pet..." 

He nibbles her neck hearing her gasp softly pinching her nipple and twisting it in punishment for disobeying His order. He leans over her, tying her wrists together with another scarf, slipping off the bed as He ties the other end of the scarf to the bed, giving her no slack...