Author: beautifullybrkn

Hungry

My dress, in your way. You’ve watched all night as I’ve mixed and mingled. You’ve waited. You want to wait no longer.

We slip away into a wardrobe, hidden away from the entertainment parlor. My dress….in your way. You push against me, my chest meets the wall as I feel your hand trail up my inner thigh. You discover my secret, I’ve gone without panties. A newfound heat developing between my legs.

Your lips find my neck, just below my ear. Your breath, your teeth grazing my skin, intoxicating. I melt into you. I feel your growing erection on my buttocks. Your fingers coaxing something beautiful to bloom inside of me. An aching need that somehow can’t be adequately described with words. You make me hungry.

Her Desires Fulfilled

Day by day she thinks of this man that makes her mind go blank and her heart skip a beat. She knows that he isn’t good for her or her current situation, and yet she loses all sense of logic in his midst. He’s embedded himself into her thoughts, her wants, her needs, and what feels to be the deepest parts of her soul; those that felt unreachable before. She can’t seem to say no, she’s not sure she wants to. She’s shared time, laughs, and countless kisses with him and these secret moments have begun to shake her at her core.

She will see him soon and fears the inevitable moment when she’ll be taken too far down the rabbit hole her lust has created. In the brief time she’s clear headed, she knows what she must do, however, the mere thought of him draws in a magnificent fog she can’t help but relax into. In these seconds that turn into an eternity, she becomes convinced there’s no need to deny him or herself. Giving in is simple and allows her to experience the secrets of life some only dream to explore. Giving in, she experiences revival and her desires are fulfilled.

Language

Can’t you see, my body and your fingers, they speak the same language. My skin rises to meet your fingertips and I couldn’t possibly hide how much I need your touch. The tiniest of hairs respond, singing every hymn you conduct. Your fingerprints leave memories of desire and longing until the next time we meet.

The First Story I Ever Wrote [M+F][BDSM]

***When reading, please be gentle 19 year old me wrote this and I thought it’d be fun to revisit.***

I had been thinking hard to find a way to satisfy you, never being able to please you in the past with what I gave. I decided to be a little gutsy. I wanted to surprise you, make sure that you’d be pleased with me. I follow you to work, it’s cloudy as if it might rain, perfectly allowing me to get away with wearing a long trench coat belted at the waist. A garment which would look ridiculous on any other day. Little does anyone know I’m wearing nothing underneath. I slip past everyone in your office building so I can make sure there will be no questions. Our relationship has been such a secret. With every meeting just like in the bar that night when I teased you….. no one knew you’d be the lucky man to take me that night. Read more »

A Fantasy of Desire

She watched as he manipulated his cock in his hands. Fingers enclosing around the shaft, closed fist falling and rising over and over again. His manhood growing harder with every stroke. She couldn’t help but use him as she fantasized, fingers trailing down her stomach beneath her silk panties already damp with need. She found her throbbing clit, engorged and aching to be touched. As she watched his cock pass through his open fist, grazing his palm, fingers sliding across his skin, over the rigid veins, she couldn’t help but indulge her newest desire. Instantly her mind was transported while she touched herself. She stood over him ready to have what she so desperately needed. She straddled him and lowered herself down. He entered her womb with such ease and yet her breath was stolen by the pleasure she felt. She rode him up and down until she collapsed onto him one last time. Every inch of her body lit up with electricity. He pulled her head back and exposed her neck, kissing and biting while he continued to use her body, seeking his own release. He pushed himself inside of her one last time and found ecstasy awaiting him. Read more »

A Torrid Affair

Everything so bland lately, nothing exciting, overwhelming, or new. Except discussions as of late, to sneak away and enjoy a secret just for two. No one could know, this secret is definitely not one to share. Colleagues, split by location of their respective branch, he begged to visit and for her to grant him an affair. She teased him relentlessly with pictures and videos and with every new image he craved something more. Her mind and her body was something he needed to explore. Just one meeting, she’d be on her knees. His cock in her mouth anticipating release. She’d suck and she’d slobber, the best he ever had. Her tongue, her lips, her dedication to her craft is enough to drive any man mad. She takes him over the edge as his seed spills onto her face. She looks him in the eyes, such a glutton for pleasure, as she licks her lips to hide any trace. His eyes burning with lust his spirit can’t be tamed. He rips her clothes away and pulls her to the floor. He is ready to take her body; she is his to be claimed.

A Devil In Angel’s Clothing

Darci and Kane had worked together for nearly 5 years. They’d navigated many late nights and countless projects. They’d often shared the spotlight of leadership and their families became extensions of one another, growing very close. As they were working late, something that was becoming rather typical and necessary with the new company merger, Kane couldn’t help but confess his dark secret to Darci. He could no longer hide how connected he felt to her, seeing her much more than a sister or best friend. He saw her as a woman he wanted, no, needed to have and to possess. However, he shared with her the worst part of that secret and was not sure what to expect from her in return…..

~ Him: “You know, loving my wife does make me feel bad for the good times we have together, for being sexually attracted to you, for liking to be somehow cared for and maybe even desired by you…. Honestly, most days, I hope it is the same for you. Though, you are probably a better person than I.
Much to his surprise, she shared her own yearnings for him. Though he quickly realized she possessed expertise in putting him at ease and even more extensive ability to seduce him further than he anticipated.” Read more »

Putting on a Private Show *repost*

Kevin and Heather had known each other for years, crossing paths every so often, mostly when work required it and luck would have it. They were colleagues in their field but beyond an academic presence and collaboration in the lab they’d not spent any personal time with one another. Kevin had become a well known scientist and Heather always took advantage of his guest lecture appearances, as he consistently offered some of the brightest and most modern data in cell and molecular biology. It just so happened, Heather also found him rather handsome and intriguing beyond that of his intellectual mind, though she had never admitted this to him during any of their projects together. It seemed she had a sixth sense for fellow sexual deviants and could tell there was something there, just below the surface with Kevin. Heather recognized in others what she had discovered in herself, a need to no longer hide the darkest desires and the cravings, but rather to own them and revel in them. However, they still lived in a pretty conservative area and generally speaking taboo sex isn’t easily accepted by the status quo, otherwise it wouldn’t be considered taboo. Read more »

Hands that Hurt, Hands that Heal

Arms stretch out, eyes surveying hands, fingers. Memories recorded with every touch. Works of art traced across the skin with fingertips for paint brushes.

Hands discover every inch turning strangers into lovers. They get lost in the tangles of hair. Fingertips once again so gently tracing the curves and bends of neck. The back of a hand caressing smoothly over cheek. Reassurance as a palm closes, fingers lacing over throat. A pause in motion to feel a quickening pulse.

So much power to be had by the hands. Power to hurt, power of pleasure. Power to heal, to love, to kill. How I long for those hands that can give birth to my pleasure through pain.

Hypnotized

He looked into her eyes and instantly experienced a longing he’d never realized was possible, especially a longing for a woman in so many ways he barely knew.
Reflected back at him, in these deep pools of wonder, he became lost in discovering her soul and the pleasure she could bring him.

He imagined every returned glance as he would bring his palm to her cheek, just before their lips would meet.

He found himself craving the fabricated visions of ceaseless moments with which she’d effortlessly bring his manhood to attention and invite him to pass between her lips, into her warm, wet mouth. As she provided transport to a destination defined by hedonism, she hijacked his mind by remaining steadfast in keeping her eyes on his.

With one look she convinced this man that all he could aspire to be, all he wanted to be, and all he needed to be was only revealed through her looking glass and the moment he discovered himself in her, he was hypnotized for a lifetime.