Author: beautifullybrkn

Welcome to the Family

Kira and Sebastian had been promised to one another since before they were born. Both their families very rich and powerful from their separate portions of land and familial lines to past royals. Their fathers knew they prospered under the rule of monarchs but that these same monarchs would become vulnerable once the families joined forces. They also knew both families could hold much more power and wealth while simultaneously holding the love of their countrymen. For each family, Kira and Sebastian were respectively crowned as the savior of their blood when they came into existence. Sebastian, the older of the two by 5 years was told many times how the Lockhardt family would soon give him a best friend he must love and cherish for the rest of his life.

The two had come of age and both the Lockhardts and Westfells grew swift and intentional toward a marriage ceremony. Kira and Sebastian had grown inseparable and very much in love yet still so innocent they were with one another. Hard to believe, however, since Kira had matured as of late, her body gaining a very voluptuous, womanly shape. Her hips and breasts hard to look away from and her face ten times that of the rest of the girls her age. Her lips entranced as she spoke and her eyes cast a look that could sink ships and pierce even the hardest man’s soul. Sebastian rarely left her side unless it was absolutely necessary and he made sure to call out any man who dare be inappropriate with his future wife. Read more »

When You Speak A Foreign Language

It seems so long ago now, thinking back to when I first met you. That version of me would have never admitted what I’m willing to now. But, the truth is that version of me, she knew. She was intentional in her interactions with you; hoping you would notice her, notice anything about her really. She seemed to be the epitome of innocent yet anything but even if she wanted everyone to see her that way. It’s a lot easier to have secrets when people see you as the goody good, the girl with the smarts and good grades, the girl who goes to church and has good friends, and who doesn’t bat an eye at sex, drugs, or rock and roll. On the inside she was screaming for your approval, funny how you’d never now until now how much. She liked when you would talk to her or laugh with her, even in her weak attempts to be a rebel. You never saw her that way and you never would. I wonder what if, what if you were able to look past her counterfeit exterior to realize she wasn’t so hollow inside? Read more »

Power Discovered

She sat next to him in the car as they parked on a back road on the outskirts of the city. Both sneaking away to satisfy their desire after the built up tension they’d created via several secret conversations. Little did he know she had never fully satisfied her desire, let alone a man’s. She played as though she was an expert in communicating and knew she’d need to now as well. For a split second her hand felt as if it didn’t belong to her and she caressed the space just below the zipper on his pants. She could feel his manhood growing beneath the denim providing her with welcomed encouragement. She proceeded with gusto as she unzipped his pants and made the motions to release him through the slit in his briefs. Her hand moved strategically over his shaft, up and down, as if this were the pleasurably devastating ammunition she had always needed for her arsenal. Read more »

I Don’t Want Sobriety

I’ve developed a new addiction; touching myself. Truly feeling everything my own hands can give. My pillowy breasts, the softest of skin kissing against the bumps and ridges of hard nipples as they welcome the waves of sensation.

Parting my pussy lips with nimble finger tips. Discovering a swollen and yearning clit, only to creep too close to the edge, teasing myself to prolong the most delectable kind of pain. Sweet nectar forming, leaving its condemning stain. I draw it out of myself over and over again, never wanting to lose this high. Searching for it until I’m lost in the brightest darkness.

If this is intoxication, if this is addiction, I don’t want sobriety.

Secret Sin

She lay next to him in the bed, his breathing low and heavy as he was deep in sleep. She cupped her left breast, pulling and pinching her nipple between thumb and forefinger. Her hand feeling her quickening heartbeat in her chest, it rising and falling along with her breast as her breathing grew deeper. Her right hand began trailing the various lines and curves of the rest of her body as if she were to discover something new every time. She pushed her hand beneath her panties, the only thing she wore to bed most days, and she welcomed the wetness between her legs. Her finger slipped between her closed lips finding her swollen clit yearning to be touched, to be the source of all her pleasure.

She began to administer the sensual strokes of her fingers that always guaranteed her release. Thinking of various fantasies she’d used in the past to aid with the touching. However, she was never truly sure what helped more, the fantasies or the simple fact she was laying next to this man meanwhile giving herself some of the best orgasms she’d ever experienced. She continued to fall deeper and deeper into her own mind as the pleasure was taking over every fiber of her body. She was teetering on the edge of awareness, wanting to give in but knowing she had to maintain some level of control. Read more »

Siren Song

She had a talent for intriguing and enticing men beyond what they realized possible. She was dangerous and to their surprise, at times, due to her mere presence, they would acquiesce and falter in even the strongest of vows and standards they held for themselves. Self proclaimed invulnerable men, devout in their moral code, would become corrupt if even for a moment, let alone hours or days, once acquainted with her being. For some, it was unexplainable and the only words they could mobilize in an effort to provide explanation was that they experienced an overwhelming feeling, a feeling they believed they must accommodate. It was as if she had bewitched all who came before her, though she possessed no paranormal power. The slight changes and expressions in her eyes were able to evoke the strongest of emotions in another. The perfection of her cupid’s bow lip caused nearly immoral thoughts to stir. The way her voice danced in a man’s mind caused his purpose beyond being with her and for her to fade from existence. Truth be told, many were seemingly enslaved to her, for she had captivated them on the deepest of levels and entwined her hands in their souls. And yet, their enslavement to her was forged by their own free will because in turn, they too wanted to possess her in the same fashion.

Putting On a Private Show

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 »

Seconds Turn to Minutes

Touch me, pull my face to yours, my mouth to yours.

Taste my lips, part them with your tongue.

Fingertips trace my neck, replaced by lips and teeth.

Hands pull up my shirt, freeing my body to you.

Survey my breasts. Caress them. Massage them.

Tease me. Nipples between fingers. Give me more.

Outline them with your mouth. Delight in my moans.

Slip your hand into my panties. Make me crave more.

Your fingers inside of me. Discover my yearning.

Gift your ministrations. Relish the torture of pleasure.

Look into my eyes and witness my carnality.

Attend to my supplication and then grant me mercy.

Watch as I lose my control. Take pride in you craft.

My mind transported. Consumed. Indulged.

Elevate me. We are the gods of this moment.

Enslave me to you. Be my damnation and salvation.

Then stop.

At your will, when you choose, you’ll begin again.

Obsessed with Obsession

Disclaimer: The text that follows contains imagery and language that could be a trigger for some and that you may not be comfortable reading. This is just a fantasy and in no way, shape or form do I, as the writer, condone this type of scenario outside the context of fantasy or consenting play. If you are uncomfortable with imagery related to rape, sexual assault, or abuse and/or being held against your will you may not want to continue reading. If this is the case for you I still appreciate you as a fan, feel free to check out other things I’ve written. For those of you
choosing to continue, enjoy.

We’ve had several conversations you and I. You know what you’re doing, you’re more manipulative than you like to admit and only someone like myself recognizes it; someone studied in the art of reading people and seeing deeper than shallow, socially acceptable appearances. I must admit, even being able to see these truths about you, you’ve already begun to demoralize me from the inside out. You’ve brought me to my knees mentally multiple times, perhaps even when you didn’t realize; when it wasn’t even your goal. But, the question I’ve asked you now is how worn do you want the knees I’ve fallen to while you corrupt me? Read more »

Let Them See

She was instructed to stand in front of the closest window that would give the neighbors the best view. Furthermore, she was instructed to explore her body and to caress her skin the way she deserved, the way in which would arouse only her. All of this of course, after she stripped of every single piece of clothing.

He wanted to share her, but more than that he wanted them to know what he had and what they could only dream of, what they could only list after from afar unless he were to invite them in closer. He watched as she stood there, in full view of anyone lucky enough to catch a glimpse. Something about how shy she played at introduced an innocence he hadn’t witnessed in the past. An innocence he looked forward to devouring later.

As she complied with his requests, he told her to touch her inner thighs as she pressed her breasts against the cold glass. Inner thighs only, no touching of her sex, no, not yet. She couldn’t quite believe how intoxicating all of it felt, how needy and yearning her pussy had become even though she’d not given it an ounce of attention. Her nipples hardened as the cold night seemed to ignore the inches of glass between her and the world. Her breath fogging the window as it quickened. Read more »