Fucked

Hands tied above her head with a complicated knot and her pleas echo through the empty house.

She's fucked. 

The air conditioning's at sixty nine and her whore red lace is wet.

She. Is fucked.

Each leg is tied to one bed post and the leather isn't giving in; Not an inch.

She's fucked.

He's sitting outside, watching with pride, as she struggles in vain to get rid of all traces of him.

She fucked up.

One hand falls from her knot, and god is she hot, she will teach him a lesson for now.

She is fucked.

A hand slips where it can and she mimics her man, moving around and screaming aloud.

Boy, is she fucked.

There's rhythm in her and she knows how to purr, the moment is close...

Oh my has she fucked.

She screams as loud as she can, as was the plan... satisfied again.

He fucked up. 

Leather and Lace

It's not too complicated, it is rather see-through,
Between the silken sheets a dream takes place
In someone's wonderland tied up with lace...
Handcuffs keep her submissive in bed
Her arms are tied above her head,
Legs pinned to the floor in front of the door
She's begging for more than ever before...
Black eyes and parted lips,
Moaning and moving her hips,
Begging for her newest fix,
Praying for more.
Swaying and shaking in all the right places,
Hot, rapid breath to cool off her neck
Goosebumps appearing all over her flesh
And her screams light up her face...
Yes, it's a night of leather and lace.

After Midnight

*Author's note: Bear with me please. It's the first one in a long time.

It was dark in the room when she entered. Luckily, she knew the layout of the bedroom well and didn't need any light to navigate through it. She glanced at her watch as she took it off: Half past midnight. He'd be home soon. She walked over to his full-length mirror and looked at herself. She wan't exceptionally tall, nor was she very short, but her built fit her size perfectly. She ran a hand along the side of her body, decided she needed a change of clothes, and slowly started taking her dress off. She wasn't the type of girl to wear a dress, but she always looked great in them, the clingy materials she picked looked as if they were a second skin.

After the dress was off, she threw it on the backrest of his computer chair, then took the clip out of her hair as she walked back to his mirror. She looked good. She wasn't wearing any lipstick, but she didn't need any. Her long hair curled at the ends and reached the small of her back, something she was very proud of. She was wearing his favorites: a black bra with red accents and seemingly transparent panties to match. She was very pleased with the way she looked tonight. She reached into his closet and pulled out one of his dress shirts. It seemed long enough to cover her ass and she put it on, making sure to unbutton enough top buttons to display her chest.

She decided to walk over to the bed and arrange the covers. He never made his bed before work, and he always came into the bedroom to change before their dates. After she finished, she positioned herself right in the middle of the bed leaning against his pillows. She always liked his bed. It was much bigger than hers, and he always knew the right ways to select his headboards. She leaned against the pillows and raised her knees a little. The shirt she wore was just long enough to cover some of her thigh and was cut high enough on the side to make it look like she was naked under it. She was startled moments later when he walked through the bedroom door and stopped in his tracks.

He wasn't a bad looking man. He was quite gorgeous. The man was a little taller than she was, and was currently wearing loose jeans that barely hung on his hips and his favorite AC/DC shirt, that he usually wore to the casual days at his work. He looked good. His black hair was messy on top of his head and his black eyes shone in the darkness of the bedroom.

"Woah." was all the response he could manage before his face broke into a grin. "I thought we were meeting for dinner."

"Change of plans." she said smiling, and unbuttoned another button on the shirt.

"Give me five minutes." he said as he leaned over to place a kiss on her forehead.

He left the room, undressing as he was exiting, and seconds later she could hear the shower running. She contemplated walking in after him, but soon dismissed the idea because she already smelled of perfume and had just taken a shower before coming over. When the water turned off, he emerged from the bathroom, releasing steam that made him look almost magical. The towel around his waist wasn't too secure, she noticed, and was probably going to fall off the second he sat on the bed.

He strode over to the bed and sat next to her, pulling her on his lap, facing him. Through her thong she could feel the towel was wet, but then again so was she, and she couldn't help but laugh when he noticed it too. She was straddling his leg when his hand reached between her legs. She moaned as his fingers found her weak spots, and she was somewhere vaguely aware that he had taken off the shirt. She was almost naked, he was also.

He took off her bra and nonchalantly threw it on his desk, then told her to stand as he slid off the last of her cover. She craved his tongue on her skin, and let him put one of her legs on the headboard. She stood over him, her head bowed back as he bit into her inner thigh. He let her knot her hand in his hair and pulled her even closer to his mouth. She straddled him. The towel was surprisingly intact when she sat on his lap. She could feel him under it and she loved knowing that. She loved knowing how he reacted to her.

He bit her neck as his hands roamed freely on her body. One of his hands was caressing her breasts as the other found its way between her legs. His fingers knew all the right movements, and she wasn't shy about moaning into his ear. He also knew when to stop. He always did it. Right as she was about to scream in delight, he stopped.

"Don't. Please don't." she whispered as he kissed her again. But the moment was over.

She untied his towel and kissed him again. He was getting comfortable, when she worked her tongue down his abs and onto his cock. He instinctively opened his legs to welcome her, and placed his hand in her hair. She was really good with her mouth. She licked, she sucked, and she bit into his thigh until he couldn't stand it anymore and then wrapped her tongue around his cock until he exploded, then resumed her place next to him, laying in his arms as he struggled to find his breath.

"Damn girl." he finally breathed and kissed her.

He worked his way down her neck and licked and bit her breasts. He slid his hands between her knees and prompted her to open them. He loved the way she arched into him and wrapped her legs around his waist inviting him into her. She was hot and she was wet and she wanted him. He could fell the head of his dick touching against her clit and he knew she was more than ready for him. With one swift push of his hips he was inside her and she dug her nails into his back. He moved with her, pushing deeper into her as she mimicked his movements. They were perfectly choreographed. He was hard and willing, and she was wet and tight. Perfectly in tune to one another.

With one last thrust they felt each other finish, moaning loud and breathing heavily, he collapsed over her, too afraid to move as she finished digging into his back.

"I love our midnight meetings." she whispered. "Now, lets go again."

A Present Waiting

Midnight lunch break- what a delight.

Done at 4 in the morning… what a charm!

Hidden in your car with the music turned up…

Laugh with me baby, I’ve promised you this…

And I have listened, and kept reading the X marked words

Despite all reason, all doubt and commands..

Oh how I adored them, how they’ve opened my mind!

Laughing gently, so you can barely hear,

Describing what I will be wearing when you’ll return home… finally.

Sliding two fingers into my spider thong,

Moans escaping from the back of my throat…

Growling loudly, I can hear you even though I’m not supposed to know…

I can feel the anticipation in each growl you roll…

“Remember the skirt I bought at the mall? That and the boots…”

“Is that all?”

“That’s all”

“Fuck this I’m coming home!”

“No!”

“Why not? Please!”

“2 hours of work left, and then hurry home… I’ll be waiting in the doorway all leathery, doctor.”

A silent agreement I can hear past your lips,

And as a treat, another deep moan escapes from deep within me.

Louder moans, a preview of what will happen this morning…

“Babe? Hurry home… there’s a present waiting.”

There she goes again!

A wet tongue brushing against his inner thigh,

Soft, wet, warm strokes up and down his muscles.

Anticipation… pressure… hardens into a painful heaven…

“Oh darling, release and move on.”

Velvet touches tickle his senses,

Tips of delicate fingers trace his abdomen…

Anticipation again, sending shivers…

Moans and silent pleas hidden in her touch.

Finding his treasures with no extra effort,

She begins her hobby, she needs to be fed…

One soft blow… one smooth touch…

Ninth cloud in the seventh heaven….

Wet tongue, awaiting mouth to catch every last drop.

*moan* “Oh… you’re good…”

“I’m not done…”

And there she goes again!

Change

The darkness of the summer nights fell like a heavy dark curtain on her pale skin.

She never looked so white and beautiful in his deep sea eyes.

Her long, straight brown hair flowed perfectly down her bare shoulders,

Barely covering her full, naked chest.

The moons rays flowed so naturally down her perfectly sculpted body,

Accentuating her smug sense of satisfaction watching him take her in…

With each breath and each inch of her, his heartbeat increased…

Moving faster, and faster, and faster….

Her long pale fingers pulling his full lips against hers,

Feeding quietly on the sweetness that lays beneath them.

Without any useless words his hands find the keys to her soul,

Pushing all the right combinations to make her open up…

Arch her back and beg for more.